Win Chester - Better Late Than Never. A Zombie Horror Novelette

© Win Chester, 2022

ISBN 978-5-0056-6308-5

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Copyright © Win Chester 2019

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Interior illustration © Yevgeny Murzak

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Better Late Than Never

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A dark red Ford Crown Victoria sped along the Rainbow Bridge across the Niagara River gorge and came to a halt on the other side.

Niagara Falls , Ross Watts thought. I read somewhere that it’s one of the top ten places on Earth to visit before you die.

He got out of the car, walked around the hood and opened the front passenger door. He helped his wife Karen step out and led her along the path to the observation platform, holding her by the elbow. After seventy-two years, Karen Watts was always drained of energy, and she needed assistance in doing simple things, like getting out of a car. Ross was two years older than her and not in the best shape either. Heavy smoking and forty years of police service had gradually done their harm.

Ross and Karen put on yellow slickers to protect their clothes from the water and came up close to the barrier, which separated the roaring waterfall from the observers. There were drops of water in the air. A light, pleasant breeze blew the water spray in their direction. Karen squinted in the sun. She let the mist bathe her face. Good for the complexion, some people say.

For about five minutes they just watched the gigantic cascades of greenish-blue water rush down. They stood without saying a word. The cool summer breeze ruffled Karen’s iron-gray hair.

«Well, what do you think?» he said finally.

«The view is just amazing,» she said. «Finally, our dream has come true.»

There was a slight sadness in her voice.

Ross hugged her, looking at the huge torrent of water below them. «We made it here at last. But you know what they say, it’s better late than never.»

They had rarely left the middle of nowhere Oklahoma. They used to make trips to Florida or New York once a year, that was when they were younger. But for the last ten years, they hadn’t been out of the state. To see the Falls was their lifelong dream. But they had always delayed this trip. There had always been reasons: his job as a state trooper, the mortgage, the birth of their son, the birth of their daughter, her sudden illness and death, long bouts of heavy drinking, his job as a deputy sheriff, working hard to pay their son’s college tuition, the duties of a county sheriff, their son’s marriage, opening up a small family business, running the business, Karen’s long illness. She had been waiting tables all her life. Then, she saved some cash and opened a little café and started up business of her own. When Ross retired he started helping her. Always busy, both of them. Always in search of new reasons to be busy.

It started raining. Rain always reminded them of that summer day when they met each other for the first time, back in 1962. Karen had just finished high school and landed a job as a waitress in a café. She had no customers on the first day because it was pouring rain outside. At the end of her shift, a young sailor walked into the café and her life. It was Ross Watts. He came back to his home town from the Navy and was still wearing his uniform. To encourage the girl he ordered coffee, cup after cup, and he sat there until the rain stopped. This was how they had met. That same year on Christmas he proposed to her. They had lived together for more than fifty years.

Karen had always wanted to travel the world, to visit new places, to see new faces. She was sure that a former sailor was the right companion for such adventures. But, it turned out that Ross Watts returned to his home town to drop anchor and settle down for good.

Niagara Falls was one of the places she had dreamed of going to. Over the years, this place became her obsession. She collected photos and postcards related to Niagara Falls. Then she studied all the books, and VHS documentaries, and DVDs, and Blu-rays. She had never truly understood why the Falls attracted her. And not only her. She had read about Niagara Falls Daredevils doing crazy stunts, going over the Falls in barrels and jet skis. Sometimes, at the cost of their lives. The locals believed there was a power in Niagara Falls.

Year after year the idea of going to visit Niagara Falls attracted Karen more and more. But not Ross. He saw the Falls getting more commercialized. Hotels and restaurants were popping up around that tourist attraction like mushrooms, and the Falls were losing their touch with nature.

They finally set their mind to go north, when they heard that the SSK-6 virus had reached Houston, Texas. It had all started somewhere in Chile or Peru. An archaeological expedition had excavated some weird tomb of an Inca king in the mountains, which was thousands of years old. It turned out that the king’s treasure came with a sinister bonus – a deadly virus, which killed people and reanimated their corpses afterward. The living corpses had no other thought in their rotten minds than to kill people and devour their flesh. Latin American countries could not handle the outbreak. The Mexican and American governments had failed, too. The pandemic was spreading now in the United States like a bush fire.

The rich, the fast, and the lucky postponed their zombie apocalypse. Rich people, having private boats and jet planes, were the first ones to get out of the country. Some of them had escaped to Europe, some to Australia and New Zealand.

There were other combinations, of course. The poor that were smart and fast took all the cash they had and bought themselves plane tickets to go to Japan, Russia, China, or wherever. Some of them were not so smart, and not fast enough. They had been robbed and killed on the way. Airports and seaports were soon closed. But people with resources could still use the services of smugglers. But then again, they were often robbed and killed and tossed over the side to feed the fish.

The fast, rich, and lucky had made it out of the country. The slow, poor, and unlucky had to stay.

Ross and Karen were not only slow, poor, and unlucky. They were old and weak. And that was the worst combination to survive.

So, they packed their things into their old Crown Vic and hit the road going north. The traffic was terrible, but they kept on going farther and farther northward. Finally, they reached the border. Ironically, it took a zombie plague to make them see the Falls.

When they reached the border, they chose to stay in the US, hoping the virus would be contained. Fat chance of that. The army of walking dead was moving steadily north. The Russians offered humanitarian aid, but the President’s administration, which had moved temporarily to Quebec, refused it.

Their only son, Chris, was in Kuwait now. Years ago he had landed a high-paid job as an oil engineer and stayed there for the money. He used to come to visit them twice a year, and invited them to visit him in Kuwait, but they never got to go. What’s in Kuwait, anyway? Drinking illegal booze in the desert? Their boy was safe, and that was the most important thing now. As long as the virus didn’t cross the ocean.