Deadlocked 3
By A.R. Wise
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The Deadlocked series continues as Billy heads into the city in search of his mother. During his quest, he will meet a strident military figure that will alter his journey and two brothers that will become his closest allies. However, his trip will endanger the family he has only just met, and he might not be able to save them.
Billy's journey into the city will reveal many of the secrets of this penultimate novella. No characters are safe from the terror that has engulfed the city, and as the motives of those in charge begin to be revealed, the fate of all mankind will be in question.
A.R. Wise
I am a podcaster, movie and music lover, owner of the Talkingship website, and long time secret writer. I decided to sit down and force myself to finally put together a story and get it into people's hands. That happened with the release of my first novella, Deadlocked, on November 9th, 2011. For updates on my writing, news about upcoming projects, and to see a ludicrous amount of other fantastic things, head over to http://talkingship.com/wp/
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Deadlocked 3 - A.R. Wise
DEADLOCKED 3
By A. R. Wise
Smashwords Edition
Copyright 2012 Aaron Wise
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CHAPTER ONE - ICE CREAM SOCIAL
Kim waved at me before she closed the door to the dock house and bolted it. I waited for a second and debated my decision to leave. Laura's injuries were severe, and the girls would be helpless without someone to protect them. I was leaving them behind to face off against whatever monster took interest.
I slid my baseball bat between my back and backpack and then saddled the SSR Dirt Bike I'd taken from the salvage yard earlier. It belonged to the owner of the yard, Terrence, but we found his body hours before while searching through the junkyard.
The bike's orange and red fender was dulled from use and the tires had lost the majority of their tread, but it still ran like new. Terrence wasn't great at keeping things lustrous, but he was a damn good mechanic. I started the bike and got ready to leave.
The barbed wire I'd strung around the end of the bat scratched at my neck and I quickly pulled it back out. I'd washed it off after the last time I killed a zombie with it and I hadn't used it since strapping the wire on, but the thought of those barbs scratching into my neck and exposing me to bacteria was unnerving. I took a rag out of the backpack of supplies I'd brought and wrapped it over the end of the bat.
I secured everything once again and made sure the bat was comfortable against my back. Then I looked one last time at the dock house. The guilt of leaving them resurfaced, but I assured myself they would be fine. It wouldn't take me long to get to my mom's apartment, and if she wasn't there I'd come right back. The girls wouldn't be alone long.
They'd be fine.
I took off and headed up Martin Luther King Boulevard to the city. It's a decision I've never forgiven myself for.
The city was dead and sat silent on the landscape like a carcass left to rot away, alone and pitiful. The Baylor Projects were ominously empty. The wind was the only sound that escaped them as it whipped through the parking lot and thin alleys that separated the tall apartments. The doors were boarded up and large red 'X's had been painted over them. I stared at the odd symbols as I passed, curious of their meaning. The roar of my bike's engine lit up the vacant city with a breath of life it direly needed.
Where was everyone? How did the city become so vacant so quickly? Nearly a million people lived here just two days ago, but the only sign left of them was the floating bags of fast food that rolled down the street like urban tumbleweeds.
That's when the sound of the helicopter grew loud enough to hear over the engine beneath me. It hovered high above the buildings that flanked the uphill road and I heard the bass of a man's voice try to call to me. I stopped the bike and turned it off to hear what he was trying to say. I waved away a few flies that took interest in me as I paused and listened.
…violation of mandatory evacuation,
he yelled from the megaphone as he leaned out of the helicopter. Even though he was high above, the circling blades stirred the air and sent a wave of foul scents my way. The smell was fetid but sweet.
I put my hand over my eyes to shield the sun and squinted at the military copter. The government hadn't done a lot to earn my trust as of late and the threat of a mandatory evacuation was laughable. I flipped them the bird and started the bike again.
The helicopter followed me as I drove up the boulevard and turned onto 23rd Avenue. It was there that I first saw the carnage that infested the city. A fence had been erected and concrete barriers supported it on either side. It stretched from one end of the avenue to the other and trapped a horde of zombies within. The sickly sweet stench I'd smelled a moment ago now hit me with a near physical force. It was the smell of death.
The zombies that had washed up on the shore of my Dad's salvage yard didn't smell like this. Those waterlogged creatures stank of seaweed, but the salt water masked their odor. The ones trapped on 23rd Avenue had been rotting in the hot southern sun for too long. The smell was sickening.
My bike skid to a stop beside the fence and I collided with one of the concrete blocks. The force hurt my right leg, but it was a minor inconvenience compared to what happened next.
A gunshot boomed above and I felt the force of a bullet pass through me. The jolt hurt my shoulders and my bike bounced as the bullet passed through the seat.
The zombies screamed and shook the fence in hungry desperation. A small, young girl reached her hand through the chain fence and grabbed onto the handle of the bike. She pulled Terence's prized SSR to the fence and I jumped off to avoid the prying hands of the creatures beside her.
I thought I'd been shot, but I didn't feel any pain. I didn't have time to wonder. The fucker in the helicopter was trying to kill me and I had to find shelter. There was an ice cream shop on the corner that I'd been to with my mother in years past. It was one of our favorite stops during shopping trips in this part of town and now it was my only hope for survival. The entryway to the building was on my side of the fence and had a short series of steps that led up to the front door inside of a stone alcove. I dashed to hide there and another bullet exploded in the pavement where I'd been standing.
Mother fucker!
I shouted as I ran.
I slammed into the door to the shop and pressed myself against it as tight as I could to avoid the eyesight of the man that was trying to kill me. I could still see a swathe of sky though, and it wouldn't take long for the helicopter to find a good vantage point.
The shop's inner door was glass, but there was a second, accordion gate that was locked. A plywood sign was tied to the gate and had a white 'X' painted over a similar black marking. It was decorated with odd symbols scrawled at the corners that I didn't understand. I tugged at the gate with no luck and then looked at the window to my left that featured a display of an unusually articulate mannequin sitting in a lawn chair, eating a plush ice cream cone.
I pulled out my bat. There was a gash on the head that had torn away some of the cloth and left a fresh wound in my pine weapon. The helicopter assassin's bullet had hit the bat and deflected into my backpack. I didn't have time to ponder my luck; I wasn't safe yet. I used the bat to break the window.
Glass rained down in large chunks as the window continued to break apart for several seemingly endless seconds. The mannequin on the other side slouched as shards of glass bounced off him and down to the concrete steps below where they shattered further. It was a messy, dangerous entrance, but I could hear the helicopter moving into position above. The air in the intersection began to spin, pulling debris into a miniature tornado as the helicopter came closer.
The zombies on the other side of the fence had become enraged. Terrence's bike still rumbled and the creatures were angered by the sound of its motor. They pulled it to the fence as if it were a living creature they wanted to consume. The fence rattled as the monsters pulled at the bike and their grasping hands occasionally revved the throttle. The wheel screamed against the fence as it spun and jolted the bike up until it lost traction and fell back down again. This happened several times and alerted more of the trapped zombies. They rushed the fence in droves and I could see the faces of trampled, gasping creatures pile up beneath the newcomers. A mound of flesh began to form against their side of the fence and every new wave of creatures came closer to the top.
I broke off the remaining shards of glass that stuck out from the edge of the window to give myself a safe handhold. Then I threw the bat inside before I climbed in and pushed the mannequin out of the way. It was surprising heavy, as if made of wood, and the goofy smile painted on its face mocked me as I struggled to move it out of the way. It finally fell to the floor inside of the shop and I jumped in after.
The store stank of rotten milk. I'm not sure why I didn't think it would. Part of me was expecting to jump in and find a banquet of delicious flavors waiting for me to plunder. Instead, I was met with a gut-turning stench and the sight of buckets of melted ice cream inside the row of glass counters. The smell was rotten but sweet, only a minor departure from the stench of rotted flesh that pervaded 23rd Avenue.
The horde outside had reached the top of the fence and tumbled over like water sliding across the edge of a dam. More and more of them rode the wave and the street began to fill with shambling, starving corpses. A few of them struggled with the spinning dirt bike, but others turned their attention to me. They surged into the alcove outside the shop and started to crawl through the display window. The broken glass that had concerned me was no worry to them. They let it shred the flesh of their arms as they climbed through.
I ran into the back section of the shop, past a swinging door, to where the freezer was located. It was a small area with a desk piled high with unopened mail, pictures of someone's family, and a computer. There was a door in the back that stood beside a larger aluminum sliding door that I presumed was a loading area. I figured it led to the alley, but I had no doubt the helicopter's sharp shooter anticipated my exit.
I swiped the papers, pictures, and computer off the desk and then slid it across the tiles to press against the swinging door to the front of the shop. It was a heavy desk, but if I could move it alone I was sure it wouldn't hold the zombies back for long.
Next, I went to the sliding loading door and unlatched the bottom. I stood to the side and carefully lifted it, making sure I was out of view of anyone trying to peer in. The noise and wind from the helicopter swept in through the opening and I knew my suspicion was correct. He was waiting there to take me out.
The zombies banged against the swinging door to the back room and the desk skid across the floor in bursts. I ran and slid on the floor so that my shoulder slammed into my side of the desk. It caused the door to smash into whatever was on the other side and I heard a zombie hit the floor.
My only chance for escape was the freezer.
It wasn't locked, which was my first lucky break in a while. The inside was