Amazing
Grace –
The
El NiƱo Legend
Part
IV
Souls recognize
each other by vibrations, not words or so it seemed between Carl and Heather.
There was not much to talk about as they were both dealing with stressful
things in their lives. The fact that the cavern was very comfortable, dry and
not damp from the outside pouring rain, made staying there the most logical
plan.
Oh, definitely
thinking of what he had witnessed earlier in the day with dead bodies floating
and stores looted and empty of real people, he thought of zombies most of the
time.
The image of
those undead mindless creatures plodding along in slow motion with stiffness
explained by the motor skills and lack of voluntary neutron control created a
little bit of concern but hardly anything close to panic. Carl was focusing on
their futile efforts to escape the inevitable and that would be a confrontation
with these zombies in order to survive this El Nino disaster.
What caught
Carl’s eye was their rigidity and inabilities to function like a human being
since they can’t think or rationalize how to attack a human being except for a
straight forward advance towards the heat of their bodies and overcome their
efforts to survive or resist injuries by their bites anywhere on their body to
spread the virus.
Carl realized
the only strategy to survive them was to reduce their numbers as fast as he
could as the only way these zombies could get to you was by overcoming the
human with large numbers of mass mindless fanatical hordes of these toxic
beings.
Longevity was
the key to surviving. This meant that all the resources Carl had gathered to
house himself and his guests would have to be replenished as time would drain
them of energy and resources.
He felt
committed to help Heather and her kid. He had to hold off the zombies and keep
them safe as long as she was staying with him. He was sure she was counting on
him to keep her and her child alive or uninfected.
That meant that
everything they did outside the bunker had to be done quickly and elusively
swift to keep ahead of these slow moving zombies. Yet, on the other hand, Carl
knew that the more the rains poured down, the more flooding and disasters
causing the virus to spread and creating more undead being around them. Sooner
or later, they would have to leave the bunker and find an alternate place to
hide.
Inciting a
sense of social responsibility and acting on his protective instincts he felt
committed to fight these mindless person and knew that the more he took out,
the more the living could count on him to help them survive. He had to be
resilient in nature and think like a soldier with plans to attack and
counter-attack these creatures. It was essentially the only thing to do.
Opening up his
laptop and googling the subject of confronting zombies he found some good
information on how to deal with this phenomenon.
As it stood
right now, he knew the undead were not near his cavern yet, so the number of
zombies within his own proximity was not as many as there were in the valley so
he didn’t have to worry about his bunker right now. He was sure he was right as
he was tracking and inspecting his bunker and the surrounding areas almost
daily via camera and short walks.
Regardless, he
knew there would be nobody there to help him fight off any undead attacks as
the military or cops did not deploy or spread their resources out in the rural
areas as the threat levels were minimal. Keeping in mind that as long as he
practiced caution, the infestation would not spread in a moderate to high scale
here.
Since he had
not seen or heard of any undead appearing near his bunker, it was still the
ideal place to stay. The worst case scenario would be a small group of the
undead approaching his dwelling and those could be managed effectively with the
weapons he had on hand. If this remained the case, he could possibly ride out
this zombie situation.
He didn’t want
Heather and her kid fall victim to this threat. Since it had been more than
forty eight hours since they were exposed to any zombies, he knew neither were
infected by the virus and gave him a sense of comfort that all he had to do in
order to survive this ordeal was to keep them clean and safe.
It was time for
him to sit down with Heather and explain some of the rules they needed to
follow while they were threatened by these undead down the valley. He knew
there would be times when they had to find or restock their resources and get
from one place to another safely. Thinking that the main roads would be risky,
he was tempted to take shortcuts or safer ways to get to and from these places
without being noticed or attacked by zombies.
Although
shortcuts are remote and unpopulated where help was hard to find, it was an
option if nobody knew they were up here on the mountain side hiding. He told
Heather they needed to stick close together and never drift apart. He told her
they had to travel lightly and use caution each time they went outside for even
the slightest reason.
Learning more
about zombies and how to avoid being attacked or attracted, he told Heather
whenever they were out there traveling, it was important that they did not try
to draw any attention to them by making noises or excessive body movements.
Since they rarely went out at night, they knew it was safer to travel during
the day so they could see their attackers.
Thinking it was
better to go to town and find some other resources that would give them an edge
he said that the quieter they traveled, the safer they were and since Heather
had the kid in hand at all times, and so they eliminated bicycles as a means to
move as their silence would accommodate traveling.
He knew the
supermax F250 was noisy and large but he explained he needed the truck for
safety reasons as it was a dependable mode to travel through the mudslides, had
a large hauling capacity and had large gas tanks so they wouldn’t run out of
petro if they had to take the long way home unexpectedly but most of all, this
off-road vehicle had a high amount of extra space for cargo/extra passengers,
and a fairly high amount of protection, but they need gas and the sound of the engine
will attract the undead so a tradeoff was necessary to accommodate their needs.
Since Carl had been trained in survival tips, it came
natural to him but Heather never received such training so in terms of
survival, she had to learn some new ways to get around.
The biggest and most important rule to survive was to
stay together. Never leave each other and work or attack as a team.
The second rule you needed to learn was the code or
morality this situation brought to each situation as in a zombie apocalypse
these rules change and are very different than in a sane and orderly society.
Carl explained to Heather that surviving this ordeal
depended on their ability to stay alive and kill the undead on sight. There was
no right or wrong here; there were no choices to prevent being infected or
bitten. The code of survival also included things you have never done before, mostly
killing and stealing to ensure your survival and the survival of others.
In order to save time going down into the valley and pick
up food or resources, the two of them had to communicate closely and plan to
take an inventory of important things they needed. There was not time to shop
and thus they needed to plan what supplies they have, what more was needed and
then ration them up a little bit to stretch them out over time.
Since it was just the three of them, they could manage
the food and other supplies easily but Carl feared there may be survivors on
the way who needed help and if they were not infected, brought back to the
cavern and keep them safe so these rules to ration had to be used to prevent
other survivors from hoarding or tamper with whatever they had stored away
right now.
Carl said that although it wasn’t a problem, he was the
person in charge. He made all the major decisions and he took the chances to
keep them alive. This was in the best interest for her and the kid as it was
easier to follow than make decisions.
He told Heather that if they picked up survivors this
rule had to be followed unconditionally and without exception and that she
needed to back him up at all times as the leader.
He warned her of troublemakers; people who resented
taking orders and that if there were survivors who acted like this, he would
reject helping them to prevent them from taking over and neglecting the needs
of themselves over others.
Often other people may not be so easily convinced or persuaded
and therefore might force the hand of the leader to do something desperate and
maybe cruel. This may include killing the people questioning them or abandon
them to set an example.
Last but definitely not the least of their problems if
they found survivors was the kind of persons usually called to be bible
thumpers who preached day and night. They cause trouble as their words spew
violence and hate that may not be necessarily the best way to survive and stay
under the radar.
Carl emphasized that religion was all right and nice to
accept but when in a group, religion can split a group up quicker than anything
else except fear. Fear was the number one reason for breaking up a team or
group of uninfected people. The fear of becoming infected drove them over the
edge most of the time.
Since Heather always held her kid’s hand or kept her
close by her, wandering off was not a problem. However, Carl explained that if
they pick up survivors with children, someone has to watch them at all times.
They have to make sure that they don’t go anywhere without permission or having
an adult with them to keep an eye on them to keep them safe.
Finally, Carl explained that the biggest threat out there
was to be attacked or overwhelmed by the undead and be bitten. He explained to
Heather that once the coast was clear and they were safe, it was important that
they closely examine each other for bites.
Solemnly he said, “People who are bitten become infected
and unfortunately, this means we will need to put them down with a bullet in
the head. It will be even more difficult for friends and family if people they
care about is bitten. Unfortunately this is unavoidable and it's best to let
somebody other than friends or relatives put them down. “
Gladly, Carl knew this would not be the case between
Heather and her kid as they were working hard to remain safe and clean. It was
more a concern of any survivors found along the way that Carl mentioned this.
Since Carl had constructed the bunker against the undead
or any other natural disaster, he knew the importance of having such a
fortification against these invading zombies. Even with the safety of the
bunker, he had a contingency plan to escape if for some reason the bunker
failed them.
He told Heather, never panic and turn your back on any of
these undead or any survivors we might find along the way. It was at this time
that Carl handed her an empty pistol and showed her how to use it.
Softly he put the gun in her hand and taught her how to
hold it, control it and then how to fire it. He told her he had set up a mini
firing range in the hollow to have her practice shooting the firearm with good
aim and good target practice. He assured her this they would do in the next day
or so.
When it comes
to survival, it is important to have a good weapon on you and know how to use
it properly should you ever need to while traveling or defending your base.
Carl had previously taught Heather that if she needed to kill an undead, she
had to aim for the head. Shoot it or hitting it with something hard would kill
the infected brain.
Now it was time
to explain why certain weapons were more effective than others. This El Nino
created zombie apocalypse has brought about harsh rules and means to survive.
What would ordinarily be illegal or unjustified in a normal and orderly
society, has been released to be moral and legal under the self-defense
doctrine of survival.
Carl explained
to Heather, “One must be armed with multiple weapons ranging from guns to
machetes. For running out of bullets is a reality since the numbers are so
extreme and large under a full scale zombie attack so you must have blunt
impact weapons or edged blades to deal with close hand to hand combat
situations.”
He said to
Heather, “The biggest thing is that you'll need something to keep on you is
something hard or sharp that is capable of cracking a skull or taking off the
head. Close range weapons are good, but it is preferred to get one with some
range between you and the undead. Some bladed weapons are excellent and more
preferable than blunt weapons.”
Their close
proximity and intimate touching was turning Carl on as his long and almost forgotten
sexual urges had been buried for so many years, he suddenly realized there was
a sexual awakening going on at the time.
His sexual
feelings were being aroused and the touching and eye contact was leading him
into a sexual healing of some kind that he hadn’t have felt for a very long
time.
There was
definitely a passionate connection happening here. It was almost like that time
Heather sat next to him on the couch when the generator acted up and he had to
go fix it. Almost forgetting that moment, he was sure this resurrection of his
passionate side would lead to something he really didn’t want to engage in as
he was focused on surviving.
Falling in love
was something that had escaped Carl over the years. Every morning he would get
up and deal with life the best way he knew either alone or with someone he had
met or engaged a conversation with leading to quiet times and often sexual
feelings if the mood was right.
Since the
zombie attacks began, he never even thought about having sex or any feelings of
sex except that first night Heather stayed in the guest bedroom and the mirror
broke causing him to get excited and running to the bedroom to see if she was
all right.
Even as
attractive Heather was, he had resisted the urge to touch her but there was no
denying he had been stimulated by her feminine presence and behaviors. Inside of
him, although deeply hidden were feelings that were waking up in a most
exciting manner.
Thinking about
getting down or laying down with her was not yet an obsession. However,
standing next to her was like standing next to a hot oven. The heat radiated immensely
as she stood there or walked by him with her graceful body.
Even though he
denied he needed some loving, he didn’t want to offend or create an awkward
situation or relationship with her and the fact she had a six year old with her
complicated the matter somewhat as there was rarely a moment of privacy.
No matter which
way he turned, he knew that he couldn’t hold this passion inside him too much
longer. He had to admit it to himself, the feeling was getting stronger and
stronger and in all reality, somewhat distracting.
Regardless, it
made him feel like a man and something or someone like Heather was good for
Carl as she made him feel like a man and a protector of those days when chivalry
was deserving of knighthood and gentlemen.
No doubt he
needed some sexual healing by dealing with this sexual feeling deep inside;
throbbing his organ between his loins and heart to a become more than active
like ever before. He remember the first night he saw her in the darkness with
teardrops falling from her eyes. He thought she was so beautiful, it temporarily
stunned him.
For a moment,
Carl’s emotional stability was leaving his senses as he didn’t know completely
what or who he was dealing with there in the pouring rain and standing there,
vulnerable to the rain and fearful of anyone who was near her.
Since that
moment, he has failed to grab this feeling and take control of the situation. In
fact, he has ignored the fact she was an attractive woman, living under the
same roof as he was and nothing was happening between them.
Being of both
body and mind, he knew that sooner or later, he would not be able to resist the
temptation to touch her.
She smelled
like honey and he was sure her lips were as sweet as the wine she preferred to
drink instead of his rum and coke when he offered her a drink to warm up after
being out in the cold.
Because he had been living all alone, he had learned that
procrastination was better than masturbation and left the feelings alone as he
focused on the storm outside but now he could feel a storm surging inside of
him every time he looked at her. He knew he was losing ground quickly, he
sensed that she was feeling it too.
He needed a distraction to get back on track so he forced
himself to go to the kitchen to grind up some left over foods left on the
plates and do the dishes. In the trash can there was an accumulation of what
must have been at least five days of garbage.
Hastily, he decided to bag the trash and take it to the
hollow where he had a sealed storage container for trash to take to the city
and dump in one of those large commercial dumpsters located at the various
shopping centers or fast food places.
While in survival mode, he decided to use paper plates
and plastic utensils too and dispose of them like the trash keeping it easier
to ensure the place was kept clean with minimum effort to do the housekeeping. Something
he has neglected a little since Heather and the kid moved in and caused the
place to be more unorganized but he wasn’t complaining.
He knew that sooner or later, he would have to ask her
personal questions related to her showing up at his bunker that night and what
it was that kept her hanging around the bunker instead of going back down into
the valley and finding her family or friends.
He sensed she was running away from something or somebody
but he decided that time would give them an opportunity to talk about her
circumstances and find out what was best for all of them under the current El
Nino created disaster and the zombie invasion that was below them there in the
valley.
Going to his bedroom to lay down, he heard Heather’s
voice taking to the kid. Trying to get her out of his mind, he turned the TV on
and watched the world news that was showing how the El Nino was destroying
communities in Southern California and how the country and state had resorted
to martial law to handle the lawlessness and violence created by the zombie
invasion.
Clips of military troops and National Guard sentries
guarding the airports and other transportation outlets like train stations and
bus depots made leaving the area hard for many survivors as it was certain that
the number of undead had multiplied since this calamity began and the week is
barely over.
The West Coast was under panic and fear was causing
people to do strange and immoral things. Stealing and looting was common and
there was nothing the army or soldiers could do to keep it from happening as those looting, stealing and
killing were armed with guns and defending themselves in any manner they felt
justified leaving much horror on the welfare of the innocents and survivors.
He checked the weather report and found another Pacific El
Nino generated thunderstorm sitting calmly off the shore and waiting to come in
and wreak its havoc on the already flooded valleys and highways near the coast
and now stretching farther inland than ever before.
In fact, the news stated the flooding had stretched all
the way to Palm Springs and moving eastward towards Arizona. It seemed the
water was following the path of Interstate 10 and moving eastward in a slow
crawling manner leaving all survivors on high ground or drowned by the surging
waters.
Every morning was cloudy mixed with rain and excessive
downpours. There appeared to be no end to this apocalyptic event. Storm after
storm, rain after downpour kept coming and people were being evacuated but many
could not reach the higher ground without taking casualties or exposing them to
the dangers of the large hordes of zombies traveling in the same direction as
those evacuating.
Carl knew it was just a matter of time that he would
encounter such a horde or a group of survivors asking for help and shelter. The
time was late already and he needed to fall asleep as tomorrow he had to do
some work on his truck to make sure it was dependable and ready to go whenever
they had to escape or make a supply run down into the valley.
The truth was he couldn’t sleep. He had Heather on his
mind. Slowly he got up and sat in the relaxation room on the couch trying to
read. He had made himself a whisky and soda instead of a rum and coke this time
around. He needed something stronger to soothe his mind.
He held the cold clear glass up and picked up a book. The
book was human psychology and boring but never the less, a book to read when he
was restless. From the hallway came a voice, saying, “are you awake Carl?” It
was Heather. Turning the music down a bit so he could hear her better, he said,
“Yeah, it’s me, I’m just sitting here reading a book.”
The two dogs lifted their heads as Heather walked into
the room. They rarely barked unless it was something unusual or somebody who
they didn’t trust. They were very temperamental but good guard dogs. After all,
they were there for the same reason or thing – survival.
It was times like this the bunker was solid and almost
soundproof. It kept the pouring rain noise outside and the comfortable ambience
of silence or the music pleasant and soothing. Carl’s jazz selection was that
of Sade, his favorite jazz and blues singer. Her voice put him at ease and gave
him the right mood to relax and enjoy himself for the moment.
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