Deadlocked : Complete First Series
By A.R. Wise
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This is a collection of the entire first series of Deadlocked, books 1 - 4.
Deadlocked: David is forced to travel home to his family through the zombie apocalypse. In his struggle, he will put into motion events that will eventually help to reveal the secret to how the plague began.
Deadlocked 2: Laura struggles to protect her daughters with the help of a young boat captain. She will be forced to endure unthinkable ordeals in her journey to protect those who are most important to her.
Deadlocked 3: Billy heads into the zombie infested city to search for his mother. Along the way, he encounters a member of the military and two new friends to help him learn the truth about what happened to the last living member of his family.
Deadlocked 4: The characters of the series are faced with their greatest challenge yet as the most innocent among them are in mortal danger. The plague's origin is uncovered, and the people responsible reveal themselves in this final story of the Deadlocked series.
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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- Rating: 2 out of 5 stars2/5I wanted to like Deadlocked since I love zombie fiction. Unfortunately, I just couldn't do it. What you get in this book is a fast-paced story - too fast paced. The author falls easily into a trap common with 1st person narration. He tells instead of showing. The result is a narration that feels like stream of consciousness rather than a thought out progression. That style has its place but fails to deliver here. Two stars because there was real potential in the story line.
The book reads like a YA reader, however the language is wholly unsuitable. An irksome addition is the "Author's Notes" at the end of the book. Taking more time to read than the book itself and better written than the story, I might add, the notes just try too hard. I don't need to be convinced that a book is good. Some insight at the end of a novel is nice - Neil Gaiman does this very well - but laying out, point by point, why your story is unique and praiseworthy comes off as possibly pretentious and mostly desperate.
A.R. Wise has some other free works available, which I will try. I will not, however, be paying to continue this series. - Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5I thoroughly enjoyed this fresh spin on the zombie apocalypse. Characters were funny and well rounded, plot was solid..execution overall great.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5This one gets personal
I like road movies. I like quiet clean but loaded surprises. This one was different. Horror has to have a personal edge for it to work. The story creates scenes of chaos, but always anchors them to a personal loss. Some of the scenes are of society breaking down, but the background theme remains a personal horror. There's a few surprises to keep the story unsettling, but even the few moments of acute terror turn into piling horror. Getting the next one soon. - Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5David was caught in the middle of the city when the zombie outbreak started. His wife and daughters were at home, stranded on the roof as zombies waited below. He would have to fight through hordes of undead, merciless other survivors, and a series of death defying stunts to get home. However, even if he makes it there, how can he be sure they're safe?Deadlocked puts you into David's head as he struggles to get home. Then a final confrontation occurs that could guarantee his family's survival, but at what cost?
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Author, A. R. Wise had me hooked with "Deadlocked" right from the start. It has a unique twist in the 1st person short story that I've never seen before. Short, but with a lot of action - enough to satisfy readers for an afternoon read. This is a great lead-in to the Deadlocked Series and I plan to get the next book in the series immediately after this review. Great job Mr. Wise! I also want to mention that the author's afterword is also unique where he explains why he took the direction he did. I'm hoping the next book is just as good or better.John Podlaski, authorCherries - A Vietnam War Novel
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5I found this series was well done. There are a few things I would change as a writer, but all in all; I enjoyed it.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Mr.Wise,
My hand slipped and although l had finished my review l was going to leave my e-mail just in case, because it would be an honor to hear from you. Take Care, Happy New Year Tom Burns. - Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5It is a short story, but, really, feels more like a chapter in a book. I guess there is a part 2, etc, so I assume it's just a series of short stories linked together. I won't pay for solo short stories, and this is not in a compilation (that I can find anyway), so story 1 will be it for me.
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5This novella was extremely fast paced and action packed. A.R. Wise writes this story from the point of view of a father who is just trying to get home to his family during a zombie outbreak. The emotions run high as this man tries desperately to make it across the city to his family - all he wants to do is see them again and have the chance to protect them from this unimaginable onslaught of the walking dead. David shows what a man would do to save the lives of his loved ones. Desperate times call for desperate measures. David doesn't shy away from anything - he just does what needs to be done regardless of the morals and ethics he was brought up with. All of that went out the window the minute he witnessed people eating each other in the streets. What would you do or give up to survive?A.R. Wise writes some of the most gruesome scenes, a few made me squeamish, but honestly they set the tone for the entire story. This novella is geared towards adult audiences due to the violence and the language throughout the story. This is a great read for zombie enthusiasts. I plan to read the rest of the series and write a review for each of the novellas (I'm already done the second and loved it even more than the first).
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Deadlocked - A.R. Wise
CHAPTER ONE - INFECTION
The apocalypse began with people being stabbed by tiny needles in crowded subways. Victims reported a stinging sensation on their thigh, as if someone in the crowd had jabbed them. They returned home to discover a swelling, purple lesion where the sting had occurred. Most people didn't pay much attention to it the first day, but the infection spreads quick and soon people crowded ER rooms around the world.
Rumors of other causes of the disease started as well. People got cut by razors taped to the handles of gas pumps, water supplies were tainted, cafeteria food was infected; there was a never-ending stream of new theories on how it had been spread. I assumed it was paranoia, but I was wrong. This was far worse than anyone's worst fears.
The moment the paranoia turned to panic was caught by a television camera, but I'd been panicked all morning. Not because conspiracy theorists swore the world was ending, but because mine had fallen apart around me.
I planned to leave work early that day. My wife, Laura, was going to drop off our daughters at a neighbor’s house and pick me up at noon. I found a lump on my left testicle a week ago and Laura insisted I get it checked out. After a physical, the doctor said he wanted me to get an ultrasound. That test came back with concerning results and I had to follow up with a serum tumor marker test.
They got the results back from the lab yesterday and asked me to come in as soon as possible. We knew it was bad news. If the test came back negative they would have told us over the phone.
Everyone else in the office was focused on the terrorist attacks. The burgeoning panic allowed my disease, and the concern it caused, a level of anonymity I wouldn’t have gotten otherwise. I was able to slip into the office, my face drained of color and my palms wet with sweat, and duck into my cubicle.
My best friend, a short, tubby man named Barry, had started working here around the same time as me. He sat in the cubicle next to mine and always had someone in there, usually chatting about the latest episode of a new, favorite reality show or some other exercise in wasting time. He'd been written up more than once for watching shows on his computer during work. I could hear his computer now, blaring the local news. The difference today was that the sales managers were in there with him.
What hospital are they at?
asked Jerry. He was supposed to be managing the floor, but he had no interest in telling people to get back to work on a day like this.
Saint Peter’s,
said Barry.
A bus full of kids just showed up.
Gloria clasped her hand over her mouth. This is horrible.
Has anyone died?
asked Jerry.
Not yet,
said Alan, one of the company’s accountants.
How many kids are sick?
Jerry pushed his way past the others to get a better view of Barry's screen.
They didn’t say. They’re taking the camera over to the bus now,
said Barry.
Everyone silenced and I could hear the reporter telling the viewers he was going to get on the bus. After a few moments of rustling, which I assumed was the reporter’s microphone rubbing against his coat, he asked, What happened here? Are these kids okay?
Oh my God,
said Gloria. How terrible. Look at them, the poor babies.
Then the screaming started. Everyone in Barry’s cubicle jumped and caused the walls to shake as people pressed against them. Barry’s speakers crackled with the shrieks of children.
My daughters are three and five, so I was studied in the various screeches a child can make, and these were a mix of pain and terror. The pained screams weren’t the sort that came from a stubbed toe or skinned knee. These were a violent expulsion of every ounce of breath and energy the child could muster. I can still remember the sound that came from that speaker as if it were happening now. It was horrific.
I couldn’t ignore this event anymore. I got up and peered over the divider.
What are they doing?
asked Gloria. Why are they doing that?
Barry turned off his monitor, but the sound continued to wail through his speakers. He scurried to turn them off and eventually had to rip them away from his desk. The cord whipped out from behind his computer tower. He held the speakers and stared up at me, his face drained of color and his eyes wide and unblinking.
What happened?
I asked. I didn’t see. What happened?
Jerry had his hands on his head and sounded like he was going to hyperventilate as he stumbled through the crowd and fell back against the wall outside the cubicle. James and Marcia announced they were going home and Jerry just nodded his acceptance. Work was officially over.
What happened?
I asked again as I went out into the hall.
Gloria came out of Barry’s cubicle and steadied herself against the threshold. They were killing each other.
What?
The kids…
she couldn’t continue.
They didn’t just kill each other,
said Barry. They were eating each other.
Are you serious?
Yeah, Dave, I saw one bite another girl on the neck. He ripped that little girl’s throat out. He fucking ate her throat, man.
Gloria said something about this being the end times, but I ignored her when I heard sirens outside. This would've been part of the normal ambiance of working in the city ten minutes ago, but now it terrified us. I ran to the floor to ceiling windows that lined our third floor office.
The street below was packed with people that milled about like normal. The traffic was bad, as it always was, but no one seemed to move faster than you would expect on a normal Wednesday morning. Most of them were on cell phones, but there was nothing unusual about that. No one was acting as if there was anything wrong at all.
What’s going on?
asked Barry as he came up behind me.
Nothing from what I can tell,
I said and turned away from the window. Are you sure you saw what you said? On that bus?
Barry nodded. It’s pretty hard to not see something like that. I can’t stop seeing it. It just keeps replaying over and over in my head.
Can I get everyone’s attention?
Jerry stood in front of the large whiteboard where the employees gathered each morning for their sales meeting. His voice was more timid than usual and his hands shook as he waved them in the air to get our attention. We’re calling it a day. We want everyone to head on home. We’ll send out an email about how we’re going to move forward. Go be with your families until we can get this straightened out.
Do they know what’s going on?
asked Eugene, the IT manager, as he stuck his head out of his dark corner office.
I don’t know,
said Jerry.
They said people are going insane.
Gloria was on her cell phone. My husband’s watching the news. He says they're telling people to stay away from hospitals.
What hospital?
I asked.
What hospital?
Gloria asked her husband. She repeated his reply, All hospitals.
What the fuck?
Barry shook his head in disbelief.
Gloria continued, Stay home. Come home now.
Gloria then directly responded to her husband, I will, just tell me what they’re saying. I’m telling everyone here. What else are they saying?
She continued her announcement, Stay in your homes, lock the doors and windows, and keep watching CNN.
Always worth keeping viewers, I guess.
Barry smirked and patted me on the shoulder.
I’m going to need a ride home,
I said.
Yeah, no problem. Let’s get the hell out of here.
I glanced at my watch and realized that Laura would be leaving to pick me up soon. I tried to call her on my cell, but the service was dead. I can’t get through.
Let me try mine.
Barry couldn’t get through either.
I was about to tell him to leave without me when my phone rang. I looked at the caller ID and saw that it was Laura.
Hello?
Oh thank God,
said Laura. I’ve been trying to call you forever.
Did you see what happened at the hospital?
No. Did you see what happened in Central Park?
No. What happened?
I switched the phone to speaker so Barry could hear.
I can't find any local news. They just have information coming out of New York. Twenty people were murdered. Eaten alive. People just started eating each other. The cops started shooting people, but they just… they just wouldn’t stop. They kept eating each other. It was on the news. I saw it happen.
Stay home, Laura,
said Barry. I’ll get Dave there safely.
Okay.
Her voice quivered. David?
Yeah, honey, I’m here.
She started to cry. I’m scared.
I know. I’ll be home soon. Just get the girls upstairs and lock all the doors. Get some knives or something and just get upstairs. Okay?
Okay. I think I see Alfred coming over from across the alley. He might be able to help. I’ll take the girls up to the attic. We’ll be safe there.
Good idea. Tell Al and Kate that they can hide with us if they want. I’ll be home as soon as I can get there.
You promise?
Trust me.
It was something I said to Laura all the time and had become a joke over the years. I was a salesman after all, and you should never trust a salesman.
Barry and I told everyone goodbye and started to make our way to the hall, past the wall of windows that looked onto the street.
Why the hell does everyone outside look so calm?
I asked as I stared out the window. If this was turning into such a catastrophe, why did everyone look so serene? What would happen when they learned about the attacks? I was afraid of the chaos that would engulf the city once that happened. We had to get out as soon as possible.
A man limped out of the alley across the street. He was a vagrant I recognized from my years working downtown. I'd never seen him walk in such a jarring manner before. His arms were pressed against his chest as if he was lying down and his legs wobbled beneath him as he walked. His feet struck the pavement in haphazard flops and his mouth sat open as he stared at the sky.
Barry and I were in a rush to get out of the office, but when I saw this guy walk down the alley I couldn’t help but stop and stare. There was something wrong with him that grabbed my attention.
What’s with that guy?
I asked Barry. He had to turn around and come back to me.
What? The bum? Since when do you get freaked out by the drunks around here?
We watched the man attack. He emerged from the alley and took sudden notice of the people around him. It was like watching a starving man emerge from a desert to find a buffet stretched out before him. He reached out and grabbed the first person his fingers grazed in the flow of pedestrians. It was a young woman, in her mid twenties, with her hair tied up in a bun and a well-fitted, striped blouse and skirt. He grabbed her arm and pulled her out of her steady pace. She stumbled in her heels. Her right ankle crumpled and she fell against him. I could see her expression turn from anger to terror and she slapped her assailant's chest.
The homeless man bit her face.
Barry and I screamed out a slew of curses and everyone still in the office ran to the window. We watched the scene unfold, as if staring at a massive television screen that couldn’t be turned off. The man’s teeth latched onto her with inhuman ferocity. She pushed and hit him with her clutch, but as she pulled away he stayed attached.
It took the nearby people far too long to notice what happened. A man in a yellow and orange construction vest was the first to do anything. He grabbed the assailant and tried to pull him away, but this dragged the woman forward and she lost her balance. She tumbled to the pavement. Her cheek ripped off in the bum’s clenched teeth as she fell.
Blood rolled down the man’s chin as he chewed on her flesh. The woman scrambled to move away and clutched her cheek. She wailed loud enough for us to hear behind the thick glass of our office building. Some people nearby rushed to help while others moved to confront her attacker.
Someone call the police.
Barry turned away from the window.
Line’s busy,
said Jerry, who was already trying to call.
The bum wouldn’t stop. He moved forward and swiped at the people that tried to keep him away. The construction worker took a swing and hit the transient on the jaw. The man’s head whirled to the side, but his body didn’t follow. His head hung limp to the right while his hands gripped the construction worker’s vest. The vagrant's head rolled back to bite his new victim.
The construction worker fell backward with the man holding on to him. The bum bit his neck and blood sprayed forth like someone stuck a knife in a shaken can of soda. The construction worker cried out and tried to push the bum away. Finally, the crowd ripped the maniac off his second victim and threw him to the ground.
They stomped on him. The crowd circled and kicked at his side. The man tried to grab their legs and bite their ankles, but they wouldn't stop. Over and over, their feet collided with his face and chest. He was covered in blood and the wounds on his head gaped wide. I saw his teeth in the pool of blood beneath him, but he wasn't fazed. He pulled at the legs of the businessmen around him. He tried to grab their expensive slacks, their hundred dollar shoes, their gold wristwatches, but his movements weakened. They had beaten him to a pulp, but he still twitched. I could see his eyes blink through his new, red mask. He was still alive, but they kept trying to kill him.
They stomped him.
Kicked him.
Crushed him.
Come on, man.
Barry pulled at my sleeve. We’ve got to get out of here.
The sight of the crowd trying to murder that man shook me to my core. The thought of dying at the hands, and feet, of an angry mob made my stomach turn. Could there be a worse way to die?
CHAPTER TWO – DEADLOCKED
The parking garage was packed. Horns blared and people screamed out their windows as everyone sat in their cars and waited for the line to move. It took us ten minutes to get out of Barry’s parking spot and into line. After another ten minutes I decided to get out. I’m going to check how bad it looks.
I walked over to the short concrete barrier that kept people from driving over the edge. I leaned out to stare at the traffic below. It was gridlocked. I looked back at Barry and shook my head.
He rolled down his window and asked, What? What’s wrong?
There’s no way we’re getting out of here, man,
I said.
Fuck. Hold on a second.
He put the car in reverse and backed into a nearby spot. I guess we’re hoofing it then.
That’s a hell of a walk.
We could take the train,
he said.
Fuck that. They said this all started in crowded places.
We walked into the closed off, concrete tower and down the stairs that led to the street below.
Do you think there’s a connection between this and the terrorist stuff?
asked Barry.
Yeah, of course? Don’t you?
I don’t know. I didn’t really think about it. I can’t even grasp what the fuck is happening. You know? Jesus Christ. So this is like bioterrorism then. They hit us with some virus that makes us go bat shit crazy and start attacking people?
He opened the door to 13th Avenue and revealed a scene of hysteria that took my breath away. Throngs of panicked office workers had taken to the street in a race out of the city. Everyone fought to stay on their feet as the people behind pushed them forward. In our short trip down the stairs from the third level, the city had descended into madness
A chubby woman fell to the ground about five feet in front of me. The people that ran behind her never stopped to help. At first they moved to the side to avoid her, but the ones that followed didn't see her until they were walking over her writhing form. I’m not sure if they didn’t see her or purposefully walked over her, but she was crushed to death beneath their feet.
I wanted to help. I swear to God I wanted to do something, but the force of the crowd was too much to contend with. I screamed out for them to stop, but they couldn't. If they stopped, they would've ended up on the ground, crushed to death as well.
Barry grabbed my hand as he got caught in the exodus. If he hadn't thought to grab me, we would've been separated. The crowd pushed at our backs and determined the direction we moved. It got worse every second and there were moments I lifted my feet off the ground and still continued moving forward. It was a claustrophobic’s nightmare, but the real terror came as my feet twisted to accommodate the fleshy shapes beneath me. I was walking on people.
I found an opportunity to get out of the crowd to a section of raised concrete that housed one of the few trees along 13th Avenue. I pulled on Barry’s hand and steered him in the direction of the concrete square. Either we would be able to climb onto the island or be crushed against it.
I hauled myself onto the concrete and pulled Barry up behind me. It gave us a vantage of the madness that swirled in every direction.
People crowded 13th Avenue for blocks. I could see the tops of halted cars in the sea of people. Several of the vehicles had people on top of them that stared at the scene like we did. Victims cried out that they were being trampled. I saw one guy punch a person in the back of the head for not moving fast enough. I ignored all of this because what I could see in the distance was far, far worse.
A fire had erupted outside our office. There were people in the flames that continued walking as they were immolated. They staggered through the fire and attacked those closest to them.
Do you see that?
I asked Barry.
Over there.
Barry pointed in the opposite direction, to where the flow of people headed.
What?
Look, down the road. A guy's killing someone with an axe.
Where?
I saw it before he had to show me. Not more than fifty feet ahead, I saw an axe rise in the air and then fall back down again. The crowd tried to avoid the murder but they were packed too tight for me to get a good view. All I could see was the blood red axe going up, then down. Up, then down. It flayed streams of blood in an arc behind it.
The commotion caused the swell of people below us to slow down. I knew they were going to come to a stop, and then they would go in whatever direction was open to them.
Come on, Barry. We’ve got to get out of here.
How?
The crowd had almost stopped and several people around us had the same idea we did. They climbed onto our raised section. There was only one way out.
Up the tree.
I haven’t climbed a tree in twenty years, man,
said Barry.
I was already making my way up. I had climbed hundreds of trees as a kid, but none of that experience helped and I struggled to pull my way onto the lowest branch.
I grabbed Barry’s hand to help him as I searched for an escape. The tree looked close enough to the buildings and I'd expected to be able to jump from it to some other platform, but now that I was here it didn’t seem quite so easy.
What the fuck do we do now?
asked Barry.
There,
I pointed to a fire escape about ten feet away. We can get onto that and get to the roof.
Barry looked at the proposed route and said, No we can’t.
We can climb over that branch and jump.
What the fuck? Are you serious? There’s no way that’s going to happen.
Screams came from below us. I don’t know what happened, but people started screeching in terror. I glanced down and thought I saw a severed head rolling on the pavement, but the crowd closed in too quick for me to be sure. I think Barry saw what it was though, because he suddenly gained the courage to make the leap.
Go, go, go,
he said and pushed at my back.
I inched forward. For the first few steps I could hang onto a thin branch above me for support, but the last several feet were handled like a tightrope. My bridge bent precariously, but I moved forward until it couldn't hold my weight any longer.
I jumped.
To my complete shock, I made it. It wasn’t graceful and I cut myself on the unforgiving, grated metal, but I made it. I stood up and reached out to help Barry. He looked at me with wide eyes stricken with fear from watching me barely make the leap. I wasn’t in great shape, but I was a pro-athlete compared to Barry.
I can’t,
he said.
Come on, I’ll catch you.
I leaned over the edge of the fire escape and reached out to him with both arms.
I can’t. There’s no way. Let me go down there and you can lower the ladder for me.
What ladder?
Down there.
He pointed along the building to a ladder that could be dropped down to 13th Avenue.
That’s thirty, forty feet away,
I said. You’ll never get there.
People climbed the tree beneath Barry. He saw them coming and must have known it was only a matter of time before they pushed past him to make the leap I'd made. Barry inched forward and gripped the branch above. He wobbled back and forth. I was certain he was going to tumble off. He made it far enough that he had to let go of the branch above and raise his arms out to either side for balance.
One of the men, who had climbed the tree after us, moved out onto the branch behind Barry. He moved fast and the branch buckled under their combined weight.
Wait your turn!
I shouted.
Barry glanced up at me. I reached out as far as I could. Our fingertips touched and he tried to reach out further. Our fingertips locked.
The crowd shrieked again beneath us. I looked down and saw people attacking each other. I clenched my eyes to ignore the tumult and then looked back at Barry. I tried to keep him focused on what he was doing. Don’t look down,
I said. Look at me. Look at me. Look at me. We can do this.
Barry kept his eyes locked on mine until our hands clasped.
The man behind him moved forward and begged Barry to hurry.
Then the branch broke.
The snap is a sound that has haunted me just as much as the children screaming on that bus. It cracked from somewhere near the trunk and the entire branch crashed into the people below. Barry fell forward and I gripped onto his hand as tight as possible.
No matter how many movies you watch where someone barely grabs another person by the hand and then pulls them to safety, it’s just not possible. Barry fell, and my grip on his hand snapped free the second his entire weight became my responsibility.
He didn’t fall far, eight feet at the most, but he fell into a pit of horror. The people around him were killing each other. They didn't just beat each other like the men in the business suits had stomped the vagrant outside our office, these people bit each other to death. They chewed pieces of flesh off the ones that tried to escape.
Barry fell to the pavement as I stood above. I watched the crowd of cannibals flood over him. They fell to their knees and ripped at his flesh. They pulled his arms up and bit into them. He cried out to me for help as they ate him, but there was nothing I could do. His cries became a gurgle as he choked on his own blood.
I watched my best friend get eaten alive.
My heart raced and every breath came into my lungs with a weight that crippled me. Barry was dead. It was my fault and nothing would ever change that. I let him fall to his death. My body shook as I cried out in rage at the loss of my best friend.
There wasn’t time to mourn. The city was in turmoil and I had to escape if I wanted to see my family again. I climbed the metal stairs to the top of the five-story building. Looking back on it, I suppose I should've gone over to the ladder to lower it and save whomever I could, but I didn’t. I didn’t understand what was going on at the time, and my survival instinct took over. How was I supposed to know the people attacking each other were zombies? How was I supposed to know they couldn’t climb a ladder? At the time, it seemed like this disease or virus or whatever it was just turned people into homicidal maniacs.
No matter what anyone thinks of how I acted that day, I did what I had to. I had to get home to my family. That was the only thing that was going through my mind as I stood on that roof. I couldn't quit until I knew they were safe.
CHAPTER THREE – THE ANGELS OF EVERLAND RIVER
I ran across the rooftops. Most of the buildings were close enough that I could step between them, but there were a couple I had to leap across like a comic book super hero. A few groups of people had made it to the rooftops as well and watched me run past, but everyone was in such a state of shock that no one said anything. Most of them stared over the edge at the mayhem below.
I reached the last building on the block and stared down. I'd made it to Clarkson Street. Across that was the Everland River. If I could make it there, over the street, I could jump into the water and swim away. It might not be the best plan, but it was a hell of a lot better than taking the streets home.
There was a thick cable stretched out from the corner of my building to a telephone pole beside a billboard that stood above the bridge. The cable was used to hang signs over the street to announce various city events. Today it displayed a big black banner for an exhibit at the Arkland Art Museum. I said a quick prayer to a God I didn’t normally have time for and then stepped onto the wire.
I planned to tight rope across, but I gave up on that idea almost instantly. Instead, I got on my hands and knees and gathered my courage to do the most insane thing I'd ever attempted. I crawled out on the wire and let myself dangle upside down over the swirling throng of violence below. I wrapped my legs around the wire and pulled myself along. The steel cable burned the skin on the back of my legs through my pants. I edged my way around the banner and the steel dug into my palms. The cable creaked under my weight and the real possibility of it snapping ran through my head. The sounds of murder below grew into a cacophony that rattled my nerves. If I fell, I would be torn apart, just like poor Barry. I slid steadily forward until I thought I was close enough to jump to the billboard that hung over the river.
I had to dangle from the cable with only my hands and swing over to the billboard's ladder. I swung back and forth to gain momentum and the threaded cable sliced into my palms. I let go and sailed through the air. My body crashed into the ladder and I grasped at the rungs. My chin bounced off one of the steps and I bit into my tongue. My mouth filled with blood and my hands were shredded, but I made it. I climbed up the ladder and moved until I stood above the middle of Everland River.
People swam below and more jumped in every minute. I watched them for a long time, partly because I wanted to see if they attacked each other and partly because I was terrified to jump fifty feet into the water. It looked a hell of a lot farther down now than when I concocted this plan.
None of the people in the water attacked each other and I nearly had myself convinced that a fifty-foot fall wouldn’t hurt. I took my shoes off and tossed them in the river. It would be too hard to swim if I jumped in with my clothes on. I started to take my pants off when I realized if I threw them away I wouldn’t have any place to carry my wallet, keys, and phone. If I lost my phone I'd be cut off from my family completely.
I called Laura, but couldn’t get through. The lines were busy as thousands of other worried people tried to call their loved ones at the same time. I stared at the picture of my wife and two girls that I'd taken for Laura’s birthday. It was set as Laura’s profile on my phone, and whenever I called her it popped up on the screen. I tried to call her over and over to keep the picture from fading to black. I wondered if I would ever see them again.
I'd spent my life moving from work to bed, or at least it felt that way. I was happy to have a good job that paid enough to allow Laura to stay home with the girls, but I'd sacrificed most of my free time. It was hard to believe five years had passed since our first daughter, Kim, was born. Our second, Annie, had just turned three last month. I loved those girls with every ounce of my being, but I'd be lying if I said I knew them. Most days I left before they woke up and got home with just enough time to read them a story and tuck them in. That didn't leave us much time to get to know one another.
Laura would send me pictures constantly, and I had the weekends with them, but free time was something I wasn't good at managing. It always seemed like there were things to do, places to be, people to have dinner with, family to visit, and a million other excuses to do something that didn’t involve spending time with my kids. There were always more important things to accomplish, or so I thought at the time.
I wasn’t crying out of fear. I'd already accepted I was going to die. I'd been coming to grips with that ever since the doctor called. I cried because it took this moment to make me realize how much I loved my family. It took a worldwide apocalypse and staring down a fifty-foot leap into the frigid water of the Everland River to get my priorities straight. I love you guys,
I said to my phone. I slipped it back into my pocket and decided to leave my pants on for the swim. I didn’t want to lose my wallet and there was at least a slim chance my phone was partially waterproof. I steadied myself with several deep breaths.
Then I jumped.
I tried to keep my feet straight as I plummeted, but instinct, or panic, took over and I waved my arms and legs around like a cartoon coyote shot out of an Acme cannon. I hit the water ass first and the pain shot up through my spine like a lightning bolt. The strangest tingling sensation rose to the crown of my head as I sank into the water. It was like the pins and needles you feel when your arm falls asleep, but these pins stabbed into me like knives. The fall knocked the sense out of me and I sank into the black depths of the river.
The Everland devoured me and I was complicit. The silence of the water was welcoming compared to the screaming death that waited above. All of the concerns that plagued me before I hit the water were absolved the second it swallowed me. My arms lilted above to the cadence of the current and I smiled as I stared at them.
Another set of arms reached out for me from below. I felt someone’s fingers slide over my waist. They wrapped their arm over my stomach and their fingertips tickled my side as they pulled me closer. The Angels of Everland River welcomed me in.
I opened my eyes to witness the gates of Heaven hidden in the blackness at the bottom of the river. I was ready to be ushered inside.
Gnashing teeth lunged at my face and any sense of comfort I'd experienced evacuated my muddled head. Something, someone, tried to eat me down there!
I struggled and kicked at my submerged attacker, but it held onto my belt and pulled me closer. I swallowed water as I gasped and my terror doubled when I felt myself drowning. Not only was I going to be eaten alive, I was going to drown while it happened.
The jaws snapped at me again and I used my right hand to grab the person’s neck and push them back. I struggled to take off my pants with my left hand, which was a hell of a lot harder than I would've thought. I unbuckled the belt and managed to kick free. My attacker helped as he pulled at the waistband, which allowed me to get free quicker than I could have alone. Once my legs were out, I pushed against the man standing on the bottom of the river and left him behind with my pants, and phone, as a souvenir. He reached out for me again, but I managed to escape. I saw his eerie, bloated face grimacing up at me.
I struggled to the surface, swimming harder than I knew I could. I gasped for air when my head crested the waves. I'd swallowed a big gulp of water down below and was having trouble breathing. I sputtered and choked, but I was alive. Somehow I'd escaped a horrific death.
And then the boat hit me.
What fucking luck. Some jackass motored down the river in his fishing boat, cracking the skulls of anyone in his way as he raced out of the city. I emerged from the water just in time to get smacked back under by the fiberglass bottom. The pain debilitated me and I felt his rear motor whirl above as he passed, inches from my head. My mind spun and it was hard to discern which way was up as I bobbed under the waves. I don’t think I consciously reached the surface, but rather just floated up there to stare at the blue, cloudless sky.
The screaming around me came into focus, then out again, then back as the waves lapped over me. It was like I was falling in and out of a cavern, the echoes of torture and death reverberating through my skull as I fell. I glanced to the side and saw people leap into the water from the concrete bank. Some of them shrieked, some cried, and others chewed on human flesh as they fell in. There was blood everywhere.
The water wasn’t blue anymore. It was viscous crimson. Seeing the blood helped me remember I was trying to survive and bobbing in the waves wasn’t going to keep me alive much longer. I started to swim again and was able to get a better sense of my surroundings once my head was out of the water.
That’s when I heard the pontoon boat coming. There were people at the front who screamed at everyone to move out of the way, but just like the first boat, they didn't stop for anything. It headed my way and punted the other bobbing heads back under water as it came.
I swam to the right and it missed me. I was close enough that I grabbed the side to be carried along, but my fingers slipped off the edge. I clawed at anything I could as the boat moved away and I managed to pull a life preserver off the side. I looped my arm through it just as the slack of the rope connecting it to the boat tightened. I was pulled along and my head dragged beneath the waves as my grip on the life preserver slipped.
I struggled against the water to pull myself up, but the boat moved too fast. The water pushed against my face and I couldn’t manage to breath in the brief seconds between my continued submersions. I would have to let go to keep from drowning, but I wanted to be ferried along as far as possible.
To my relief, the boat slowed down. As the waves relented and we slowed to a near stop, I was able to pull myself up onto the life preserver and gasp for breath. I had to blink away the blood and water that stung my eyes before I could see again. The first thing I saw was a police officer on the back of the pontoon with a pistol pointed at me.
Don’t shoot me!
I said.
The cop was startled and raised his gun. This one’s talking,
he said to someone else on the boat.
I don’t give a fuck,
said a gruff voice with a southern twang. Shoot him.
The black cop lowered his gun at me again.
What the hell? Don’t shoot me,
I said.
Are you dead?
he asked.
What?
The question made no sense to me. No. I’m alive.
Another cop, this one carrying a shotgun, appeared beside his fellow officer. He stared down at me, then turned to his friend and said, He’s dead.
I’m not dead!
Look at his head. If he ain’t dead, he will be soon,
said the second, white cop. Shots rang out from the front of the boat and the cop with the shotgun walked away to see what had happened. The black cop got down on his knees to talk to me.
I ain’t gonna pull you up, but if you can hang on we’re heading out to Hailey's End. That island out there in the bay. If you can hold on, maybe we'll get the doctor to check you out over there. He's more of a scientist than a doctor, but he might be able to help you. Can you hold on?
I bobbed about ten feet behind the boat and had trouble hearing what the officer said above the yelling that came from the streets around us, but I nodded as if I understood everything.
The pontoon started to move again. It chugged slowly at first and I floated through the carnage that littered the Everland River. A couple bodies floated past in the red water and I heard people scream from the concrete shores. They begged us to pick them up. Some people jumped in the water and tried to swim our way, but the pontoon picked up speed to leave them behind.
We passed the boat that had struck me in the head