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  Moriah (Eden Book 4)

  Moriah (Eden Book 4)

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  ISBN (trade paperback): 978-1-61868-140-9

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  Eden: Moriah copyright © 2013

  by Tony Monchinski.

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  “I Never wanna die/ I Never wanna leave/ I’ll Never say goodbye/ Forever, whatever”

  —Foo Fighters, Walk

  “How surely are the dead beyond death. Death is what the living carry with them. A state of dread, like some uncanny foretaste of a bitter memory. But the dead do not remember and nothingness is not a curse. Far from it.”

  —Cormac McCarthy, Suttree

  Bear’s Army

  Riley dragged herself out of the water, over the stones of the riverbed and into a grassy field. Exhausted and soaked through, the autumn chill left her shivering. The river, swollen from the rains, had swept her downstream. How far, she did not know. The field she crawled through was surrounded on three sides by hills carpeted with orange- and brown-leaved trees. They stretched a short distance before becoming mountains.

  She had lost Anthony’s beanie in the river. That damned beanie. She hated the thing, but her breath was catching in her throat as she considered its loss. Overcome with grief and mounting enervation, Riley did not take note of her surroundings.

  She did not notice that the grass she lay in was parched. The rain had missed this area and the summer here had been extremely dry.

  She did not see the upper half of the two thousand pound Mark 84 bomb jutting from the earth in the center of the mead. Riley lay among the brittle onion grass and Golden Rod, bone-weary, unaware of the explosive ordinance’s proximity.

  Nor did Riley see the man sitting with his back against the weapon.

  But he saw her.

  Lowering the single lens field glasses, the man let the minocular hang from the cord around his thick neck. Now this, this was interesting. He had been sitting here for some time, not really expecting to see anyone, and this one was definitely not the one he had hoped to see. Still…

  He rose to his full height, over two meters, and looked about the field. The woman was apparently alone. He had watched her pull herself out of the river to where she now sprawled. Like something the cat had dragged in, his father would have said. Judging by the looks of her, and the fact that she appeared unarmed, he didn’t expect she was going to be able to put up much of a fight, even if she wanted to. He slung the FN FAL .63 with the chain saw mounted under the barrel over his shoulder, but left his Australian Outback Drover coat open, the butt of the .357 revolver holstered in a belly band around his midsection. Just in case.

  Riley heard movement in the grass and rolled over to her hands and knees before standing unsteadily.

  The man approaching her was tall and huge and cloaked in a full length sheep herders coat. His ebony hands were empty but the rubber grip of the big six shooter at his waist was obvious. He wore the strangest looking black goggles attached to a headpiece with faux dreadlocks sprouting from it. He was not a zombie. Was he a mutant?

  She didn’t know what he was.

  * * *

  When he reached her, he saw that she had been crying.

  “You know you’re being followed?” he asked.

  The woman looked the worse for wear but she also looked ready to throw down. She was in some kind of fighting stance, one leg out in front of the other, hands open in front of her.

  “Relax.” He held his hands out at his sides, open palmed. “Take it easy.”

  “Who are you?”

  “Boy…” He looked her over, thinking, yeah, he had been right in his assessment: Something the cat dragged in. “You look like you’ve been through hell.”

  “I said, ‘Who are you?’”

  As he pulled the Oakley Medusa hat and goggles off, revealing his shaved head, the man thought this woman was in no position to be making demands of him. But he didn’t see how answering her would do him any harm, so he did.

  “Call me Dee.”

  “Dee?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Dee?”

  “Yeah, like the fourth letter in the alphabet.”

  “How long have you been watching me?”

  “I was just sitting, over there…” Dee turned and pointed behind him to the bomb. Riley saw it and her eyes widened in disbelief. “And I saw you get up out of the water and come over here. That’s all.”

  “Is that what I think it is…?”

  “Well, it’s not a nuke, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

  “How do I know you’re not with them?” Even as she asked it, Riley saw how this man Dee made no move to threaten her, even with the pistol in his belt and the big battle rifle slung over his back.

  “How do you know I’m not with whom?”

  “The people I—forget it.” Riley waved her hand. “What do you think you’re going to do to me?”

  “What do I think I’m going to do to you?” Dee was puzzled. The way she said it…it came across as a threat. He wasn’t planning on doing anything with her and he told her so, and after he had told her so he asked, “Why—what is it you think I was going to do with you?”

  She looked him up and down, less warily though still on her guard. He was pretty damned big. Tall. Black. And bald. His eyes looked tough, but not cruel. Riley looked from him to the river, but only for a moment. “You have no idea what I’ve been through the last few days.”

  “Those people behind you have anything to do with that?”

  Riley turned her back on him again, staring across the field and up the river, but she saw no one. When she turned around to tell him so he hadn’t moved any closer but had extended the minocular to her.

  “Take a look.”

  Riley relaxed her stance and lowered her hands. She took the proffered lens. When she figured out how to focus it, she saw them. The redhead was in the lead. The son, Tommy, followed, and then the brothers, David and Keith. Behind them, MacKenzie and Rodriguez and Gammon and others she didn’t know the names of. So many of them.

  “Shit,” she muttered to herself.

  “Maybe you should come with me.” It was just a suggestion.

  “Why would I do that?”

  “Because I don’t think you especially want those people to catch up with you, now do you?”

  She did not answer right away and Dee started to wonder what he was getting himself mixed up in. Maybe it would be better to leave her here, let her deal with whatever she had gotten herself into. He did not know this woman. There might be a good reason people were after her. Maybe she had done something to deserve it.

  “Just give me a gun,” Riley said. “Give me that revolver you’ve got there.”

  “I can’t do that.”

  “Why not?”

  “Well, for any number of reasons.”

  “Like what?” Her voice nearly cracked, on the verge
of hysteria.

  “Listen, I don’t mean to alarm you…” Yeah, Dee thought, he would definitely have to extricate himself from this situation. This woman wasn’t right. “…but do you really think you’re in a position to make demands here?” She did not answer. “And its obvious those people pursuing you are responsible for whatever it is you’ve gone through—and whatever that was, it’s obvious it sure wasn’t good. Am I right?”

  Riley looked back over her shoulder to the river again.

  “So, what am I going to do?” Dee considered aloud. “Give you my gun? It’s got six bullets. You count how many people are coming down here after you?”

  She shook her head.

  “Yeah, well I have. There’s more than six of them. And even if you’re the best shot in the world, the way you look right now, if I hadn’t walked up on you—you would have fallen asleep right there. You’re done. You’re not in any shape to fight today.”

  “You don’t understand…” She looked at wit’s end. “You don’t understand what they did!”

  “You’re right, I don’t.” Dee had a change of heart. He didn’t like to see women cry. Neither had his father. “So why don’t you come with me and tell me about it. I give you my word: I’m not going to try and hurt you, unless you try to hurt me.”

  “No, you don’t get it.” She was shaking her head vigorously. “I have to…I have to kill them, all of them, and then I have to find him.”

  “Find who?”

  “Why should I tell you?” She almost barked back.

  “You’re really going to persist with that crap?” Despite what his father had taught him, he was ready to turn and walk away, to leave her to her fate.

  “No,” she answered, distraught.

  “Good.”

  “This is crazy.”

  “Damn right it is.”

  She blurted it out: “I have to find a man named Bear.”

  Dee paused and looked at her anew. “You say you’re…” He wanted to make sure he had heard her right. “You’re looking for someone named Bear?”

  “Yes!” She nearly yelled at him. “Damn it! Give me your gun, mister, please.”

  “I can’t do that. And now you have to come with me.” Dee made to reach out and grab her arm—“Come.”—but she pulled away, looking like she might bolt at any moment.

  “Get away from me!” But she wasn’t making to run from him. She had settled into the fighting stance again, feet shoulder width apart, a slight bend in her knees, one hand up near her face, the other down by her waist.

  “No—no—no, listen to me. Okay?” Dee stepped back from her, holding his hands up. “Listen. I know this man you’ve come to see. Bear? I know Bear, okay?”

  “Yeah, right.” Riley shot back contemptuously. “How do you know him?”

  “What I want to know…” It was the way his voice changed—like Dee was protecting someone—that sold Riley, “…is what you want with him.”

  “I have to find him.”

  “I heard that. Why?”

  “That’s for me to tell him.”

  “Uh-huh.”

  “Please—do you really know Bear?”

  The black man in the Drover coat just continued to look at her.

  “Take me to him, okay? Then I’ll explain everything.”

  Dee considered it.

  “What’s your name?” he asked her.

  “Riley.”

  Dee turned his back and walked away from her. “Let’s go, Riley.” She looked once towards where the hunters would be coming from before following him.

  “What the hell is that?” she asked when they passed the bomb.

  “It’s a bomb.”

  “Is it dangerous?” Riley walked around it, giving it wide berth.

  “Well, don’t go knocking on it with a hammer, if that’s what you had in mind.”

  As they headed towards the trees and the hills, Dee warned her. “Look, there’s still a lot of Zed out here. We haven’t been able to get them all yet. So let’s keep it quiet, all right?”

  He led her across the field and into the trees. The slope they ascended turned steeply upwards into a mountain. They had gone a couple hundred meters when they came across a green and black four-wheeled all-terrain vehicle parked in the middle of nowhere.

  Dee shrugged out of the Belgian rifle and secured it on the side of the ATV. He straddled the machine and powered it up.

  “Get on,” he told Riley. She looked at him and the quad, then back at the field. She put one leg over it sat down behind the big man.

  “Hold on,” Dee told her as he gassed the four-wheeler. “Tight.”

  * * *

  “She came up here,” Red was saying, following the trail of dried, matted grass into the field. “And she stopped right there.”

  Gammon stood silently and let the girl do her work. She was good. The best. Gammon noticed how Tommy stood there, looking off into the distance. Waiting for Red to tell him which way to go.

  “But she wasn’t alone…” Red looked into the trees beyond the field.

  “What do you mean?” Tommy asked before Gammon could.

  “This set of tracks here, see?” Red knelt in the grass. “Those are a man’s boots. A big man. These here? These are our woman’s. They both head out over that way together…”

  “Hey,” Frankie called out, “look at this!”

  Keith’s face paled. “Is that what I think it is?”

  “It’s a bomb,” his brother, David, averred.

  Rodriguez was tapping on the bomb’s casing with the butt of his HK416.

  “Don’t do that, you idiot,” shouted Gammon. “You want to blow us all to hell?”

  Rodriguez looked at him, down at the bomb, and then took a tentative step away from it.

  “How do you think that got here?” Frankie was looking around the field.

  Chang, his broken arm against his body in a sling, put a hand to his forehead and squinted up into the sky.

  “He was sitting here…” Red knelt down next to the bomb, one hand touching it gently, respectfully. “And he got up…and he walked over there to where she was. And then the two of them got up and went…” She pointed into the trees “…that way.”

  Tommy was about to say, “Let’s go,” but no sooner had Red pointed then Tobias yelled out, “Oh, shit! Here they come!”

  Three zombies were dithering their way, having emerged from the tree line ahead.

  MacKenzie, Rodriguez, Tobias, Frankie and the brothers formed a firing line and immediately started to unload on them.

  “3 o’clock!” Gammon yelled over the din and Red turned. Four more were coming towards them, falteringly. Red set down her N4 and drew the Stechkin APS, drawing the pistol from its wooden holster and affixing it as a shoulder stock as she broke from the group and walked off towards the gang of four.

  Two of the original three zombies were already down. The third was jerking in place as bullets perforated it.

  “One shot at a time,” Gammon was yelling as a couple of the men fired on full-auto. “How many times I have to tell you guys?”

  Five or six additional undead had joined the first three, appearing from the trees.

  “Fuckers!” Rodriguez cursed. He sighted through the scope atop his HK416 and fired a short burst. The side of a zombie’s head flew one way while its body fell in the other direction.

  “Single shot, Rodriguez, you moron!”

  “Red!” MacKenzie broke from the group and made off after Little Red. She was firing her Stechkin in three round bursts, zombies collapsing flat to the earth.

  So intent was MacKenzie on reaching Red’s side that he did not see the legless zombie that had dragged itself through the grass. The hideous creature wrapped its arms around MacKenzie’s lower legs and brought him to the ground. No sooner had he landed on his side, the wind knocked from him and the thing bit into his exposed calf where his pants leg had ridden up over his boot.

  “Shit!” MacKenzie kicked th
e zombie off, rolling away from the putrefactive thing.

  The creature propped itself up on its palms, arms straightened. As MacKenzie watched in horror it chewed on the piece of him in its mouth.

  “Awwww, no,” he groaned.

  From seemingly out of nowhere Red materialized beside the zombie and buried the business end of her throwing hatchet in the top of its skull. The creature froze in mid-chew—its mouth gone wide, MacKenzie’s calf meat falling out—before splaying in the grass and dirt.

  “This thing stinks.” Red wrinkled her nose distastefully.

  MacKenzie stood up. His leg was bleeding and hurt like hell. The firing line had succeeded in bringing down the first wave of zombies that had disgorged from the trees, but there were new moans, and MacKenzie knew more undead were coming. Many more.

  “How many times do I have to tell you guys?” Gammon was chastising the others. “When you run out of ammunition, don’t come crying to me.”

  MacKenzie looked down at his leg. Shit. This was not his day.

  “Chang, you got your kit with you?” MacKenzie heard Gammon call. “Then wire that bomb up for me, all right?”

  “Can I get some help here maybe? I got one arm…”

  “You all right, Mac?” Red was standing next to him. She inserted a fresh magazine in her automatic pistol.

  Fierce cracks rent the air as Frankie and Tobias, taking turns with their sniper rifles, drilled the zombies that blundered along out of the trees.

  “Nah, Red. I’m not all right.” MacKenzie held his leg out and shook it. He and Red stood next to one another, considering it. “If you ever see Janis again, Red,” he nodded, “Tell her I love her and the kids.” Red nodded back. MacKenzie turned away. “Make it quick, Red. Okay?”

  MacKenzie was looking out over the river when Red put a three-round burst in the back of his head.