Soldier On: Surviving the Zombie Apocalypse (Trudge) Read online

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Epilogue

  Thank you so much for reading Soldier On! I hope you had as much fun reading as I had putting the “movie in my mind” into words. I am currently working on a third book in the Trudge series. Shawn Chesser.

  Soldier On:

  Surviving the Zombie Apocalypse

  By

  Shawn Chesser

  SMASHWORDS EDITION

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  Soldier On:

  Surviving the Zombie

  Apocalypse

  Copyright 2011

  Shawn Chesser

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  Acknowledgements

  For Mo, Raven, Caden and Penny who is now flying up in cat heaven. Thanks for putting up with me clacking away at all hours. Mom, thanks for reading…although it is not your genre. Dad, aka Mountain Man Dan, thanks for your ear and influence. Thanks to all of the men and women in the military, past and present, especially those of you in harms way. Thanks George Romero for introducing me to zombies. All of my friends and fellows, thanks as well. Lastly, thanks to Bill W. and Dr. Bob…you helped make this possible. I am going to sign up for another 24.

  Chapter 1

  Outbreak day 4

  Utah State Forest Service Road 334

  Wasatch Mountains, Utah

  Cade Grayson, father, husband and ex-Delta Force operator watched the trees flash by as he maneuvered the Kawasaki dirt bike along the single lane gravel road in the Utah back country.

  He was on a mission to reunite with his young daughter Raven and wife Brook. Although he didn’t know exactly where they were or if they were still alive; nothing was going to deter him from searching.

  Cade rode east, away from Camp Williams. The Special Forces garrison was dangerously close to a large population center situated less than twenty miles from Salt Lake City, Utah and even closer to the smaller city of Draper.

  Each break in the thick canopy of trees offered Cade a glimpse of the angry looking thunder heads above. The sooty gray clouds stretched up, bumping against the Wasatch mountain range directly in his path.

  Cade thought travelling through one of the many canyons dissecting the sharp granite peaks was the best way to avoid the walking dead. So far there had been few of them wandering the road, moaning and reaching for him as he sped by. Still, it was fresh in his mind, it made no difference how many of the monsters he came across, it would only take one bite to ruin his day.

  Shadows flashing on the ground had a hypnotic effect on the already road weary traveller. Cade rounded a blind corner; he was riding too fast to avoid the crowd of zombies choking the road. Without hesitating he put his head over the bars and his upper body on the tank, trying to become as small a target as possible.

  The first zombie met the motorcycle head on; there was no recognition of pain, fear or surprise as she was ejected out of her purple Crocs and sent airborne. The adolescent girl’s blonde ponytail and blood spattered SeaWorld tee shirt was the only thing Cade perceived before she disappeared over the guardrail and down the embankment.

  Adrenaline pumped through Cade’s veins heightening all of his senses and making the action around him appear to slow down. He could feel the bike going sideways under him and everything went quiet. Zombies flew by in his peripheral vision, their cold hands clutching and clawing for a piece of him. Cade momentarily sailed freely, separated from his bike, before gravity reunited him with earth. Pain exploded through his hip and shoulder as the unforgiving road took its toll sending him into a flat spin on his chest. Cade got up on one knee with the Glock in a two handed grip searching for his first target. There was no need to chamber a round, locked and loaded had become the gold standard the day the dead started walking.

  Cade picked Joe Dirt; the zombie sported a flowing brown mullet, NASCAR tee shirt, and khaki cargo shorts and was closing on him the fastest. He looked to be early twenties-the younger they were the faster they moved.

  Joe let out a dry raspy moan and picked up speed, shredded bare feet slapping the gravel while his milky eyes focused intently on Cade.

  The Glock held 17 rounds in the magazine plus one riding in the chamber, more than enough for this group. The first bullet had Joe’s name on it. The 9 mm slug punched through his Neanderthal forehead and exited the back of his head taking a sizable chunk of hair covered skull with it. In between targets Cade checked on the bike, it lay on its side twenty feet uphill from his position.

  The next zombie was a walking road map of lacerations oozing puss and blood; it looked like she had been wrestling with barbed wire and lost. The things short Peter Pan hairdo was home to twigs, bugs and the spider webs that caught them. Clothing was an afterthought, save for panties and the remains of a short skirt; her pale tattooed body was bare for all to see.

  Cade put the young lady in his sights and squeezed off three rapid-fire shots that walked up from her sternum. The first bullet shattered the breastbone and started the flying lesson; the second and third 9 mm slugs entered under her neck and chin, effectively popping off her skullcap and depositing the scrambled brains in a gory pile on the roadside.

  The operator sidestepped while he backpedaled, keeping the remaining four zombies from flanking him. He had seen some instances of cunning behavior displayed, he had no answer for it; but he was glad it was the exception to the norm.

  An undead Caucasian male worked Cade’s right, while his African American counterpart, though much younger, tried to move in from the left. The last two were behind them, near the downed Kawasaki and were the slow movers of the posse.

  The idea came to Cade from out of the blue; he rushed the clumsy corpses and sprinted between them, resulting in a near face to face collision of the two zombies.
Four more shots from the Glock put the two ghouls down with vicious double taps to the back of the head.

  Four down, two to go.

  Cade approached the final two threats from the low ground. He shot the elderly zombie between the eyes and watched her hit the ground and skid leaving a black blood trail behind.

  The last zombie was having a hard time walking, his final choice of footwear had been a pair of ostrich skin cowboy boots, that were no longer tan. A gash two inches deep near its carotid artery painted everything from the neck down, the black dried blood made his fancy western shirt crackle when he walked. Tex had been having a bad week and it was about to get worse. Cade circled around the Kawasaki and put a mercy bullet behind his ear, being careful to keep the brain shower off of the bike. The entire melee lasted less than a minute; he had been given the nickname Wyatt for a reason.

  Cade changed out the magazine and then he walked the side of the road searching for the undead little girl; the body was nowhere to be found.

  After inspecting the bodies to ensure all were dead, Cade picked up the bike and looked it over. There were a few scratches and one of the saddle bags was cracked, but nothing serious. The Kawasaki started on the first try.

  With quite a few hours of daylight left, and a lot of ground to cover, Cade had to get moving.

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  Cade used the time on the road to think through the events of the last few days. He made the decision to leave Portland, Oregon when the outbreak first started. He needed to go back east and find his wife and daughter.

  From day one he had been thrust into the unwanted role of protector, mentor and savior. Two neighbor boys had lost their parents to the Omega virus, as the media had taken to calling it, and since there was no one else to care for the two young brothers, Cade reluctantly took them in.

  Soon, he and a band of survivors were travelling together in a mini convoy. After hundreds of miles and numerous brushes with death he remained unscathed.

  It nearly brought the tired warrior to tears every time he thought about the smart aleck Ike whose personality was extremely large for a boy his size. Ike's teenaged brother Leo, always the protector couldn’t keep Ike safe in the end.

  The twins, Sheila and Shelly, in their early twenties, each met their own horrible death.

  Rawley, the rowdy neighbor, talented musician and crack shot with a rifle also met his maker violently.

  Five vibrant souls lost and Cade felt like he was the common denominator. He had been beating himself up over the chain of events and cast himself as a pseudo grim reaper, in a way responsible for their deaths.

  He made up his mind while en route to the Special Forces garrison outside of Draper, Utah. The second the Black Hawk landed Cade began to plot his solo journey. He firmly believed he would be better off distancing himself from anyone and anything that could divert him from his personal mission. Locating his wife Brook and young daughter Raven was his main reason for living.

  Cade stopped reflecting on the past and focused on the present. It was time to find a place to stop for the night. After the near fatal brush with the group of walkers, driving on the narrow road, with only the meager illumination cast by the bikes headlight was out of the question.

  In the midst of a short straightaway, he stopped in the center of the road, and let the Kawasaki idle.

  To get to the pocket where he put the topo map, first he had to brush off the armor of road grime that had worked its way onto every square inch of his body. Neatly folded, in the side cargo pocket of his ACUs was the Bureau of Land Management map that Major Beeson had provided. According to the map there was a junction five miles ahead and the River Bend campground was only a mile further off to the right. If it was free of undead, Cade decided, it would be a safe and secluded place for him to get some much needed sleep.

  He was busy refolding the map when he detected a rhythmic scraping reverberating up the draw, the noise seemed to be coming from downhill in the same direction he was headed.

  Spontaneously Cade turned the motorcycle perpendicular to the road, gunned the engine, and roared uphill through the underbrush and scrub oak, the bikes knobby rear tire spewing dirt and rocks into the air. Cade had no idea what or whom approached, but on the road and exposed was the last place he wanted to be. After charging twenty yards up the incline he killed the engine and dumped the bike on its side.

  With the engine noise silenced, the scrabbling, scratching cadence grew louder. His gut feeling led him to believe that many more zombies were marching on a collision course towards him. Cade quickly retrieved his M4 carbine, attached the suppressor; tromped uphill a few more yards and dove behind the nearest cover. A semi-hollow fallen tree served to conceal his prone body. Cade braced the carbine over the rotting deadfall, removed the black protective end caps from the optics and appraised his situation. The image framed by the scope made him shudder involuntarily. A mob of undead, numbering somewhere in the hundreds, noisily approached, their shuffling gait propelled the fine talc-like dirt airborne. The ochre cloud of dust rose to the treetops, obscuring the rear of the long shambling column.

  Cade harbored no reservations that the ongoing commotion at the military base was pulling them in from the city and he feared for his buddy Duncan and his mentor Major Beeson. There wasn’t enough ammunition in Camp Williams to fend off the undead tsunami soon to be at their doorstep. Knowing that fault lay solely on Beeson's shoulders troubled Cade the most. In the days following the outbreak, his decision to illuminate the base at night had the adverse effect of drawing more walkers.

  During his time deployed in Iraq and Afghanistan Cade had spent countless hours observing targets and gathering intelligence, he was no stranger to laying low and staying quiet. He stopped estimating how many undead were marching past his position after the count exceeded more than five hundred.

  The monsters were shambling towards the base in silence, there wasn’t any of the moaning, and hissing or grunting Cade had gotten used to.

  With nothing to do but wait, stay quiet and still, Cade thought of his wife Brook and 11 year old daughter Raven. The last time he hugged them outside of the airport in Portland was still fresh in his mind. The last words Raven said to him, with an air of confidence rarely exhibited, “Nothing shall befall my mom when I am on the job,” played over and over, a continuous loop in his mind. The last time he heard Brook’s frantic voice on the other end of the phone, sounding alone and scared, also gnawed at him.

  His thoughts turned to his neighbors back in Portland, and how he had been forced to kill Ted and Lisa after they were infected. The faces of Rawley, Leo and the twins Sheila and Shelly-all murdered by the red head outlaw biker invaded his head as he pressed his face into the dirt, willing himself to blend into his surroundings. What an introduction to the new world.

  A sudden commotion brought Cade back to the present, three of the monsters were scrambling and clawing up the incline towards him. His finger tensed on the trigger as he watched the trio of flesh-eaters stumble over the motorcycle. One of the zombies began to frantically dig in the dirt while the other ghouls dumbly looked on. A flash of chestnut fur shot from the ground and raced between the kneeling creatures legs. Abruptly the zombies about faced and tumbled down the hill after the speedy rodent. A humorous thought crossed Cade’s mind, chipmunk 1, zombies 0. He smiled inwardly.

  It took forty-five minutes for the walkers to trudge by his hide. When the road was finally clear of zombies, Cade assembled the satellite phone. He felt it his duty to warn Major Beeson of the approaching zombies and their approximate number.

  The canopy of trees or some other atmospheric anomaly prevented the phone from working properly. Finding a better position to access an overhead satellite would require a long hump uphill, breaking through thick underbrush. Cade made the decision to use what little light he had left to distance himself from the dead. He slung the rifle over his shoulder and picked his way down the hill to the dirt bike.

  Apprehension set i
n as Cade was about to start the motorcycle. It was hard for him not to imagine another army of dead waiting, out of sight, right around the corner. With his mind fully in check, he started the engine and pointed the front wheel towards his destination. Cade calculated that if he pushed the bike and rode hard, he might make it to the River Bend campground before sundown.

  Chapter 2

  Outbreak Day 5

  Shriever AFB

  Colorado Springs, Colorado

  “Bring more ammo!” Brook screamed, without looking away from the stumbling ghoul bracketed in the scopes crosshairs. She smoothly pulled the trigger, the rifle bucked and the top third of the zombies head evaporated in a luminous green cloud of bone and brain matter. The advancing corpse was cold; the superheated bullet warmed the detritus making it resemble a gory aurora borealis through the thermal scope.

  A sidelong glance confirmed her worst fear. The gunfire from within the base was nothing but a siren song for the dead. Although it appeared the entire population of Colorado Springs was at the gate; the truth was the men and women of the United States military were presently taking the war to the enemy in and around the city.

  ***

  Parker Bluff, Subdivision. Colorado Springs.

  Lawson tested the door knob, sure enough it was locked. He looked at his superior. Captain Ronnie Gaines was in his mid forties and stood head and shoulders above most of the men he commanded. He was of African American descent and dark as night. His clean shaven pate and muscular build made him the center of attention wherever he went. Good attention or bad he always took it in stride. One smile could charm the ladies or disarm the men; he was an equal opportunity killer.

  Gaines was a member of the 10th Special Forces Group out of nearby Fort Carson and he was a decorated combat veteran of both wars in the Middle East and Operation Desert Storm.

  The locked doors usually hid bad things behind them. The question was how many bad things?