Kenn Crawford - Dead Hunt

Wade looked back towards the others. They lowered their eyes. They all knew Paul was right, but none of them wanted to say it out loud. Wade looked back to the little girl staggering towards them.

He floored the accelerator.

“Move kid,” Wade mumbled. “Come on kid, move.”

She didn’t move. Wade closed his eyes as the van slammed into the little girl with a sickening thud.

“Fuck!” Wade cursed, his eyes watering up. “Why didn’t you move?”

“Ho-ly shit!” Michael announced as he looked out the back window.

“What?” Wade yelled back.

“She got up!” Michael explained excitedly.

“She what?”

“She got up!”

Wade looked in the mirror in disbelief. The little girl was on her feet, walking towards them as the van sped away. Wade said the only thing he could think of saying.

“What the hell do these people put in the water?”

“Turn here,” Lucy announced.

The van skidded to a stop then turned towards Centre Margaree. They crossed over Cranton Bridge, a popular swimming area and salmon fishing spot on the Margaree River, but nobody was swimming or fishing today. Ahead of them was another gas station. They didn’t stop for gas. They made a right and headed towards Portree Road. The road dipped up and down like a roller coaster. It looked like it hadn’t been paved in twenty years. At one turn, the edge of the road had caved in where the Margaree River pounded into the side of the mountain for hundreds of years until it finally collapsed the road above. They could see a long stretch of the Margaree River in all its majestic glory. It was a million dollar view, but right now the only view they wanted to see was Lucy’s cabin. Wade navigated the turns cautiously.

They crossed a small bridge that opened into a large, flat valley when Lucy spoke up.

“It’s the little red place on the left.”

Michael noticed a few other houses and cabins around, but no people. He wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not. The van drove up the grassy driveway then rolled to a stop. The hot sun was starting to set as the teens jumped out of the van and ran towards the cabin.

Lauren turned to Lucy. “Do you have the keys, Lucy?”

“No,” Lucy answered.

Everyone looked at Wade.

“What? Oh I get it, all of a sudden I’m a B &E expert. I’m insulted.”

“Can you get us in or not?” Lucy asked.

“Of course I can,” he answered with a smile. “But I’m still insulted that everyone assumed I could.”

He walked up to the door and rattled the doorknob.

“So who has the lock picking tools?”

They looked at him but said nothing.

“Guess it’s plan B then,” he suggested as he stepped back and kicked the door below the handle.

The door frame shattered as the door flung open.

“After you, ladies,” Wade motioned to the door.

“I could have done that,” Paul shook his head.

“Ahh, but I did,” Wade answered with a smile.

“For your next trick,” Paul added, pointing to the splintered door frame, “I want to see you lock it again to keep those things out.”

Paul was still grinning as Wade pushed past him.

“You people expect me to think of everything,” he mumbled and turned back to Paul. “Instead of standing there grinning like a dill, go grab the tinnys.”

“Grab the what?” Paul asked.

“Tinnys…the cans of beer.”

Paul looked towards the van. Michael was standing next to it in the waning light, looking up at the mountains.

“Hey, star gazer, door’s open.”

“Looks like there’s a light up on that mountain,” Michael yelled back.

“Yeah, so? We’re down here, not up there. Grab the beer!” Paul barked as he stepped inside the cabin.

Michael grabbed the cooler of beer and walked towards the cabin.

“Something tells me we should be up there,” he thought out loud.

Inside the cabin Lucy flicked the light switch. Nothing. She turned the main power breaker on and the lights flashed briefly then went out.

“Fuses are blown,” she announced.

They helped her search for spares in the failing light, but could not find any.

“Guess we’re camping in the dark,” Emma said as she turned on the tap.

Nothing came out.

“It’s an electric pump,” Lucy informed her. “No electricity, no water.”

“Any other good news?” Paul asked. “We don’t have any electricity, there’s no water, and look,” he pointed to the old stone fireplace. “No wood to build a fire. Nice place you brought us to, Lucy.”

“Hey, guys,” Michael spoke up, “we can’t stay here.”

“Why not?” they all asked in unison.

“This place is too open. We don’t have any electricity. There’s no food, or water…” Michael started.

“Hey, I have water!” Lauren announced. “Two or three bottles in my duffel bag.”

“There’s six of us,” Michael told her. “And we don’t know how much longer we’ll be stuck here. A couple bottles of water and some beer ain’t going to help us much. I don’t see anything we can use to board up the windows and,” he looked at Wade, “the door won’t lock.”

“Well, I didn’t see anyone else coming up with ideas,” Wade bit back.

“Well, we can’t go out there with those things,” Paul told them. “We should just stay here the night and head for St. Peter’s in the morning. Who in the hell were those people?”

“Zombies,” Emma suggested, not realizing she said it out loud.

“What?” she asked when she realized everyone was staring at her.

“She’s right,” Michael suggested.

“Oh please,” Paul spoke up. “Zombies? Gimme a fuckin’ break.”

“No, think about it,” Michael started to explain.

“Think about what?” Wade interrupted. “This ain’t the movies, Mate.”

“No, it’s not,” Michael agreed. “It’s as real as we are standing here. Those things out there are real and they are headed this way.”

“You don’t know that!” Paul argued.

“Then let’s go by what we do know,” Michael suggested. “We saw them eating human bodies.”

“I hate to break it to you, Sherlock,” Paul interrupted. “But that would make them cannibals, not zombies.”

“When we ran out of the Co-op and out of that hall,” Michael continued, “they didn’t run after us. They walked. They staggered like they had no coordination.”

“So?” Wade questioned.

“So, when you pulled away,” Michael told him, “twice I saw you shower them with rocks and twice they barely even flinched. Like it didn’t even hurt them! And, what about the little girl you ran over?”

“What about her?” Wade asked.

“You hit her doing what? Forty, fifty miles an hour? We all felt the van hit her. And she got up! That impact should have killed her, but she got up and started walking after us! I don’t know what they are or how they got that way, but everything so far points to zombie-like behavior, and that’s all we have to go on.”

“So, what’s your point?” Lucy asked.

“My point is, we can’t stay here,” he said again. “When we first saw them, Lucy, you said hello but they didn’t really hear you until you screamed. It wasn’t until that first one made that weird growling sound that the other one came.”

The teens stared at him, trying to follow along.

“And at the hall, they didn’t even know we were there. But as soon as Emma screamed, that little kid let out the same type of growl, and that’s when the rest of them looked. If they are like zombies then maybe their brains can’t really distinguish one sound from the next, but that growl they make is like some kind of sensory communication or something.”