Anno Zombus Year 1 (Book 5): May by Dave Rowlands Page B
Authors: Dave Rowlands
Tags: Zombies
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I followed suit. Sister poked her head in, saying that Sonny had reiterated his question. “I've always wondered myself, actually. Why don't we burn them? Everyone else seems to.” Apocalypse Girl and I looked at one another, a slight smile on her face, probably on mine as well.
She answered for me. “The natural way is for dead things to just rot, combining with the earth, right?” Sister nodded. Sonny stuck his head through, next to hers. “Right, so anything that's burned up goes up into the atmosphere. It's been our theory for a while now that burned Dead are the main cause of this...this fucking Cold. Sure, all the nukes that those dickheads in power let off in the early days wouldn't have helped matters, but let's face it, Beijing and Tokyo were completely overrun with the Dead by then. They were all burnt up by the nukes, you see?”
“ So, we've fucked ourselves and our planet properly, this time?” Sonny wanted to know. Sister slapped him on the back of the head. “What? We did it to ourselves, didn't we?” That was one way of looking at it, I told him. I didn't know anything about what started the Dead Plague, I continued, but I was pretty sure the bombing of major population centres wouldn't have done much good anyway. Incinerating maybe a billion Dead in a couple of days? That was bound to have some kind of effect.
evening
The rain continued as the already dark world outside grew to total blackness. The Colonel got in touch via radio, telling us about a huge horde of Dead that she and her men had taken out before the rains came again. She asked if there was any news from out friend Fluffy, whose very existence I was reasonably certain she doubted. Mind you, had I not met it myself I would have probably called 'bullshit' on anybody trying to tell me they'd met an alien.
There was not, and we told her so. She had lost a few more men to Drop-Bears, she said. Apocalypse Girl related the story of what had happened to Granny. “ Three hits? She was able to get three fucking hits on that damn thing? Fuck me, I could use a hundred of her. Hell, give me five, that'd do. One of my men got a single shot off, once, after it had ripped his stomach open. Mostly they're lucky if they even have time to scream.”
Before signing off, The Smart Couple came on the radio. They had managed, they told us, to vaccinate most of The Colonel's force against the Dead Plague by now, telling us to relay their thanks, and apologies, once more to The Kid. I assured them I would pass on their message. As Apocalypse Girl put the radio away, I noticed something. Silence. The rain had finally stopped.
May 22ndYear 1 A.Z.
morning
The rains had washed away the snow, though the Cold remained. I was not certain, but I thought I spied a tiny glimmer of blue amongst the dark grey of the clouds above us. As it was, I was sure the day seemed slightly brighter than the usual gloom. The four of us at least were able to stretch our legs and go for a proper walk to warm ourselves up. I had grown weary of the crunch of snow underfoot. Realistically I knew that it was likely only a temporary thaw, but it was a pleasant change.
Sister climbed up onto the roof of the truck, using the scope of her sniper rifle as a telescope. After a moment, she jumped lightly down, telling us there was a Meatbeast a short way up the road, off to one side, which we promptly drove towards as we were running low on food once more.
Sure enough, a short way down a gravel path lay a large, heavily mutated former cow. I sliced off a few nice steaks for our breakfast, which Apocalypse Girl cooked for us. We devoured our fresh, hot breakfast with gusto and glee, then I carved off a lot more for later.
noon
We came to another one of those tiny outback towns around lunchtime. The really strange thing about this place was that it seemed totally unaffected by anything that had happened to the rest of the world over the last five or so months. There were no people around,
She answered for me. “The natural way is for dead things to just rot, combining with the earth, right?” Sister nodded. Sonny stuck his head through, next to hers. “Right, so anything that's burned up goes up into the atmosphere. It's been our theory for a while now that burned Dead are the main cause of this...this fucking Cold. Sure, all the nukes that those dickheads in power let off in the early days wouldn't have helped matters, but let's face it, Beijing and Tokyo were completely overrun with the Dead by then. They were all burnt up by the nukes, you see?”
“ So, we've fucked ourselves and our planet properly, this time?” Sonny wanted to know. Sister slapped him on the back of the head. “What? We did it to ourselves, didn't we?” That was one way of looking at it, I told him. I didn't know anything about what started the Dead Plague, I continued, but I was pretty sure the bombing of major population centres wouldn't have done much good anyway. Incinerating maybe a billion Dead in a couple of days? That was bound to have some kind of effect.
evening
The rain continued as the already dark world outside grew to total blackness. The Colonel got in touch via radio, telling us about a huge horde of Dead that she and her men had taken out before the rains came again. She asked if there was any news from out friend Fluffy, whose very existence I was reasonably certain she doubted. Mind you, had I not met it myself I would have probably called 'bullshit' on anybody trying to tell me they'd met an alien.
There was not, and we told her so. She had lost a few more men to Drop-Bears, she said. Apocalypse Girl related the story of what had happened to Granny. “ Three hits? She was able to get three fucking hits on that damn thing? Fuck me, I could use a hundred of her. Hell, give me five, that'd do. One of my men got a single shot off, once, after it had ripped his stomach open. Mostly they're lucky if they even have time to scream.”
Before signing off, The Smart Couple came on the radio. They had managed, they told us, to vaccinate most of The Colonel's force against the Dead Plague by now, telling us to relay their thanks, and apologies, once more to The Kid. I assured them I would pass on their message. As Apocalypse Girl put the radio away, I noticed something. Silence. The rain had finally stopped.
May 22ndYear 1 A.Z.
morning
The rains had washed away the snow, though the Cold remained. I was not certain, but I thought I spied a tiny glimmer of blue amongst the dark grey of the clouds above us. As it was, I was sure the day seemed slightly brighter than the usual gloom. The four of us at least were able to stretch our legs and go for a proper walk to warm ourselves up. I had grown weary of the crunch of snow underfoot. Realistically I knew that it was likely only a temporary thaw, but it was a pleasant change.
Sister climbed up onto the roof of the truck, using the scope of her sniper rifle as a telescope. After a moment, she jumped lightly down, telling us there was a Meatbeast a short way up the road, off to one side, which we promptly drove towards as we were running low on food once more.
Sure enough, a short way down a gravel path lay a large, heavily mutated former cow. I sliced off a few nice steaks for our breakfast, which Apocalypse Girl cooked for us. We devoured our fresh, hot breakfast with gusto and glee, then I carved off a lot more for later.
noon
We came to another one of those tiny outback towns around lunchtime. The really strange thing about this place was that it seemed totally unaffected by anything that had happened to the rest of the world over the last five or so months. There were no people around,
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