crouched and made their way along the concealed platform. Jared leaned out from under the lip of the dock supports and scanned the offerings ahead. “Those three speed boats are all in close proximity to each other. I’ll swim over there while you cover me from here. The best bet is to untie all of them and let ’em drift into the bay. Then we can swim aboard each one and see if they will get started.” Jared rubbed the whiskers on his chin. “As I mentioned on the flight over, the gasoline they used over here had more chemical preservatives in it than our stuff back in the States so the engines may fire up after all this time.” He looked back towards the vicinity of the creatures and at the rising sun over the ocean. He handed his rifle to Eliza and then started sliding down into the water. “Hey,” Eliza said, resting her hand on top of his as he clung to the boat dock. “Yeah.” “We’ll find her. Amy’s a fighter like you and she’s probably just as worried about you right now.” Eliza saw him clench his jaw and she could see the old Jared returning, his blue eyes focusing on the choppy waters ahead. Then he turned and slunk into the current, making his way towards the boats.
Chapter 24 Shiro powered down the speedboat as it neared the weathered posts of the dock. The sun was almost above the horizon and he could see the road in the distance behind the aquatics center starting to fill with creatures. Though they had blocked the one entrance road long ago with buses covered in razor wire, the occasional creature still got through, especially if they were motivated by unfamiliar odors or noise. Peering through the rear exit door of the building was Haru, his eyes widening at the sight of the stranger clad in military garb. Three slender zombies had slithered over the contorted bodies of others caught in the razor wire and jumped down onto the street. While the men disembarked from the boat, the creatures began sprinting. Yoshi was frantically tethering the boat to the dock while Shiro unsheathed his sword. With the creatures bounding like starved leopards on all fours, Shane’s suppressed M4 slightly crackled as he deftly dropped two of them with headshots within forty feet. The third one was on the other side of Shiro and Shane couldn’t move in time to make sure the man was clear of his muzzle. With blinding speed, Shiro slid forward a few feet and then sidestepped with only a glint of steel reflecting momentarily off the sun to indicate that his sword had just swept through the air. The decrepit figure kept rushing forward, its body seemingly unaffected by the head dropping off behind it like a ripe cherry. The decapitated creature came crashing to a halt before the end of the parking lot, its severed spine throbbing out black ooze upon the cement. Shiro looked back at Shane without any sentiment and nodded for everyone to retreat inside. With Yoshi securing the door behind them, Shiro rushed up to a desk in the lobby. A cluster of radio equipment, old laptops, and wiring were jumbled together. Shiro flipped a red switch and then began adjusting a black dial until a CD began playing a karaoke version of “Ring of Fire” by Johnny Cash. Shane raised an eyebrow and looked at Yoshi. “This music will play on speakers we have mounted on storefronts on the other side of the barrier. It’ll draw the goryo away from the buses,” the younger man said. “My man, Cash, comes through for us even now,” whispered Shane. Nora and the other residents had descended the stairs at the sound of the unfamiliar voice. Upon seeing Shane they slowly crept around him in a circle, visually inspecting him like curious visitors standing before a zoo observation window. Nora’s son Tyler was the only brave one to reach out and try and touch Shane but his ambivalent mother quickly pulled him back into her arms. The room was silent and Shane could only hear the droplets of water cascading off the inside