The Rule of Three (Extinction New Zealand Book 1) Page 7

  “Sorry?”

  “Where do you want me to drop you and the kids off?”

  Dee glanced back at the kids huddled in the back seat. “Can you take these kids to Claudelands?”

  “To the evac site?”

  “Yes,” Dee said. “They’re not mine. Please make sure they are safe.”

  “What about you?”

  “Turn right here. My house is not far.”

  “You should evacuate too. It’s only going to get worse.”

  “Thank you. But I’m not going anywhere without Jack.”

  “Fair enough,” Mystery-man said. “Crazy, but your funeral.”

  “What about you?” Dee said, raising her eyebrow.

  The man glanced out the window, at the houses lying dark and silent. Cars abandoned.

  “I don’t play well with others. Best if I’m on my own.”

  Dee held out her hand. “Dee.”

  The man shook it. “Jimmy.”

  “Thank you for saving us back there, Jimmy,” Dee said. “Can I trust these kids into your care.”

  Jimmy turned and looked Dee in the eye. Dee saw a jagged scar on his cheek, running from his eye to his jawline. He reached into his shirt pocket, pulled out a leather wallet and handed it to Dee.

  She flipped it open and smiled. Jimmy was a police detective. Homicide division.

  “Don’t worry, Dee. I’ll get the kids to the evac site.”

  “Okay. Thanks.”

  Dee let her misgivings go. After that incident back when she’d been a teenager, she’d been wary of people, finding it difficult to trust anyone.

  For the first time since she had left Rachel, Dee had hope as she directed Jimmy to her house. After waving the kids off, she bolted the door behind her and ran through the house checking all the windows were latched, though she doubted even those would hold the creatures out if they came. If the virus turned every infected person into one of those beasts, then everyone was doomed.

  Dee glanced at the internal door that led down into the basement and garage. She would move down there tomorrow, but not before using the last of the hot water on a shower.

  Grabbing her katana from above the fireplace, she headed to the bathroom. Tears flowed and quickly became sobs as memories of Rachel dying flicked through her mind.

  — 11 —

  Bullets zipped past and over him, landing harmlessly in the lake. Jack crouched lower and waded through the reeds that choked the shoreline, doing his best to keep out of sight. Duke and his men may have had fancy assault rifles, but they couldn’t aim to save themselves.

  After another ten minutes, they gave up and drove off. Jack glanced around at the nearest house but decided it was too obvious; they were probably heading there now to set up and wait to pick him off as he left the safety of the bushes.

  Instead, Jack headed for the narrowest point of the lake and, using a side-stroke motion so he could hold his pack above his head, swam across. He half-expected Duke and his men to take pot shots but thankfully it seemed like they had lost interest and decided to leave him to the creatures that prowled the countryside.

  Ten minutes later, Jack crawled out of the lake and sank gasping onto the muddy bank. He spent a few minutes getting his breath back and rehydrating. As he scoffed a protein bar, he spied a mountain bike leaning against a woodpile a few metres away.

  His brilliant plan of escaping by boat and rescuing Emma had come to nothing. His stomach tied itself in knots as he imagined what Duke and his men were going to do to her. It pained him that he was helpless, just one man against several heavily armed lunatics.

  I’m sorry, Emma.

  Jack slipped on his pack and jumped on the bike. In seconds he was pedalling down the road, his ears straining for any sounds of V8 engines. There were plenty of trees and bushes to hide in if Duke and his men came looking. He glanced up at the sun as it lowered in the sky and figured he needed shelter, fast. He couldn’t risk being out in the open for much longer. It was nearly twenty-four hours since he’d called Dee and been told of the virus. Twenty-four hours of chaos. He shook his head. A trip that normally would have only taken him fifty minutes had turned into a crazy nightmare.

  Jack cast his mind back to the hut, to the message. To Flatcap and his family. His first sighting of the creatures. His escape down the river and finding Emma. He had survived when others hadn’t. And his aim of getting home to Dee was all that was keeping him going.

  Jack sighed and began searching for somewhere to shelter. Distant howls reminded him of the creatures that now plagued the land. He had hoped to at least reach Cambridge and the evacuation centre today. Maybe they had records on who had made it out of Hamilton.

  He pedalled on, scanning the countryside and buildings as he went. He saw plenty of houses but wanted to avoid them if he could. He needed somewhere with thick concrete walls, something he could barricade.

  After twenty minutes, Jack spotted the green weatherboard buildings of a small country school. He slowed down and brought the bike to a halt.

  He mulled over his options. Most of these older schools had boiler rooms and hidden passages. Perhaps he could lock himself in one of the rooms.

  He glanced around the car park and noticed a white minivan but no other vehicles. Out of habit, a recently evolved one, he checked the ignition for keys but came up short.

  Jack wheeled his bike out of sight and headed for the administration block. Peering in the window, he gasped at the sight of a blonde-haired woman reading a book to a young boy with bright red hair. She glanced up, noticed Jack and protectively moved the boy behind her. Her eyes flicked to the door a few metres to Jack’s right. He held up his hands to show her that he was unarmed and kept eye contact with her as he approached the door.

  “Hi,” Jack said as he entered, keeping his tone non-threatening. “I’m Jack.”

  The woman watched him as he closed the door behind him. She looked him up and down, her eyes settling on the bachi hoe. “Sarah and George.”

  Jack stayed by the door with his hands up. “I’m just looking for somewhere to shelter for the night, then I’ll be off at midday.”

  “Why midday?” Sarah frowned.

  “Those creatures seem to disappear for a few hours around then.”

  Sarah relaxed a little at his explanation. Jack could see George peeking out from behind her legs, smiling widely at him.

  “I thought everyone must have headed off to the evacuation centre,” Jack said. “I’ve hardly seen anyone.” Jack wanted to warn them about Duke and his men but decided to wait for the right moment rather than frighten them now.

  “Evacuation centre?” Sarah said.

  “It’s in Cambridge, at the race course. You didn’t know?”

  “No.” Sarah shook her head. “I can’t get anything else on my radio. Just the same message; to go to your nearest CD safe zone.” Sarah gestured around the room.

  Jack realised he had been focused on Sarah and George. It was only now that he noted the contents of the room. From the look of the couches and chairs, the small kitchenette with a coffee machine, bookshelves full of books, it had to be the staff room. Sarah and George had made a little nest of blankets and pillows on one of the bigger couches.

  “I’m one of the teachers here, so when I heard the broadcast, I grabbed as much food as I could and headed down here. We keep plenty of supplies at the school in case of a natural disaster. I thought it would be the best place to wait it out.”

  “Good idea,” Jack said, nodding.

  “Where are you heading, Jack?”

  “Hamilton,” Jack said. “I’ve been trying to get home for the last twenty-something hours but it’s…” Jack glanced down at George and back to Sarah. He gave her a slight shake of his head.

  “Bad out there, is it?”

  “It’s been quite the journey so far, yeah.”

  A howl echoed through the school, interrupting their conversation.

  Sarah looked at her watch and back t
o Jack. “Lock that door and follow me,” she said.

  She took George by the hand and led Jack to the back of the staff room, through a sliding door and into a small supply room beyond. Once they were in, she slid the door across and snapped shut a bolt that had been hastily installed. Jack helped her shift a couple of chairs and wedged them tight against the door.

  Finally, Sarah lifted a trapdoor open and pointed. “It will be a tight squeeze but it’s all we have.”

  “Anything is better than being out there with them.”

  Sarah settled George onto a single mattress as Jack looked around. His theory about the school having maintenance tunnels for the old boiler system was correct. The concrete was aged and covered in stains, the air thick with the stench of diesel and oil, long since gone. Sarah had done her best to make the space more liveable with an air freshener, blankets and pillows. There was a gas-powered camping lantern and George had colouring books and crayons. Some of the pictures he had drawn were hung on the wall.

  “How long have you been hiding here?”

  “This will be night three,” Sarah said. She reached past him and secured another bolt across the trapdoor.

  Jack laid his pack down next to him and stretched out his legs as best he could. Sarah was right, it was a tight squeeze. Especially for his 6ft 2-inch frame. He could hear the muffled howls of the creatures and rubbed his hand over the handle of his bachi hoe, waiting for the beasts to break in and attack. But it remained silent above him.

  Sarah offered him water and took a sip out of her own bottle. “What’s in Hamilton that you are so eager to get back too?”

  “Dee.” Jack smiled, sipping his water. “My wife.” He turned, blinking away tears. The thought of her worrying about his well-being and him not being able to contact her was driving him nuts.

  Jack took another mouthful of water. “I was hiking up in the Kaimais. I’ve been trying to get home since yesterday. But the roads are all blocked. I got this far mainly by river. That’s how I discovered that the creatures disappear around midday.”

  “I’m thinking of heading to this evac centre in Cambridge tomorrow with George. I can give you a lift if you want?” Sarah said.

  “It’s worth a look. We’ll have to be careful, though.”

  “I thought you said the creatures disappeared?”

  “It’s not them I’m worried about.”

  Sarah eyes widened. “What is it?”

  “I won’t give you the details. Let’s just say, men with guns.”

  Sarah glanced down at George, who was drawing something on a piece of paper, and ran a hand through her hair, twisting it in her fingers as she glanced back at him.

  Jack didn’t blame her. Most people would be worried about just surviving. Surviving the creatures. Staying alive. Having enough food and water and keeping your loved ones safe.

  But Jack had seen countless movies and read hundreds of post-apocalyptic novels. After the initial shock of the event, once the survivors had learned to deal with the monsters, it always came down to the human factor. Humanity was a strange beast. Capable of great kindness, great industry and great determination. But, at the same time, capable of great evil.

  A quote he often thought of came to mind. To have one, you must have the other.

  To his movie-geek mind that meant a balance in the force. Yin and yang. But, more often than not, evil and the machinations of men resulted in situations like this.

  “What do you think happened out there?” Jack said.

  “With the virus?” Sarah asked as she wriggled her legs and pulled a woollen blanket over them, trying to make herself comfortable. She shrugged.

  “Dee, my wife, said it started in America and spread out within a few days?”

  “Something like that,” Sarah said. “The first I heard of it was on the morning news. It showed some crazy scenes of people running in Chicago, I think. We discussed it here in the staff room that day but no one thought it was anything bad. I just thought it was crazy America again.”

  “Crazy America?”

  “Well, I mean, in the way their news is. Not the country itself,” Sarah said. She looked down at George, who was happily colouring his picture. “I’m glad I don’t teach over there though. All those shootings.”

  Jack nodded. “I could use some of their assault rifles about now though.” Jack looked at her. “What made you come here?”

  “It was a couple of days later, on Friday I think. News alerts started with reports of the virus in Auckland, and then it spread to Wellington, Christchurch, Dunedin. Schools were closed, and by the evening the Civil Defence started telling everyone to stay inside and lock their doors. Or get to their nearest safe zone.”

  Jack raised his eyes and rubbed his thumb and forefinger over his chin. His mind was racing as he tried to figure out the timeline of events. A virus that spread that fast and caused that much disruption was insane. He looked over at George and Sarah. They were lucky, extremely lucky to have made it so far.

  The sound of glass breaking clattered above him. He snapped his mouth shut, stopping the question he had for Sarah from leaving his lips. Her eyes found his and she raised a finger to her mouth. George had gone rigid, his eyes flickering around the small space.

  Sarah placed a pair of earmuffs over his head and hugged him tight, covering him in her blanket.

  They were dead-quiet. All Jack could hear was the sound of their breathing. He gritted his teeth and glanced at the bolt, hoping it would hold.

  He listened for a few more minutes, but apart from the shattering of glass, no other sounds came. Sarah shut off the lantern, plunging the tiny space into darkness.

  Jack shifted off his injured leg and shut his eyes. There was nothing to do now but wait. Wait, and hope that tomorrow he could finally find his way home to Dee.

  — 12 —

  Jack rolled his shoulders, trying to warm up his aching muscles. It had been a long, sleepless night in the maintenance tunnels with Sarah and George. Every creak, every tap, had woken him. The fear of the creatures discovering their hideout had kept him from getting any more than a few minutes of sleep.

  Jack checked his watch. It was finally nearing midday.

  “Ready?” Jack said.

  “Okay,” Sarah said, and helped George into a jacket. “Straight to my minivan?”

  “Yes.”

  When they hadn’t been able to sleep, Jack had borrowed some of George’s paper and written down what he thought they should do. Sarah had agreed about going to the evac centre, but her next question had been “What if?”

  Jack had to admit that he thought there would be soldiers and officials there waiting for any stragglers. But what if no one was there? He had explained to Sarah about his cabin filled with supplies, tucked away from civilisation. The conversation went back and forth as Sarah tried to decide whether to go with Jack or try to reach family in the Bay of Plenty. After Jack had told her about the state of the main roads, she’d agreed to come with him and Dee.

  Sarah nodded to him, indicating she was ready, and Jack carefully slid the bolt back, cringing with every squeak it made. As he lifted the trapdoor, he half expected one of the creatures to howl and sink its teeth into the top of his head. He still had the bachi hoe, but in the cramped space it would have been almost useless. Slowly he lifted the door higher, blinking in the bright sunlight that bathed the room above. He could see the broken glass from several windows and muddy scuff marks, but there was no sign of the creatures.

  Jack hesitated halfway out, his mind casting back to the day before, to Duke and his men. He glanced down at Sarah and, taking a calming breath, lifted himself clear. After checking his surroundings, Jack was satisfied they had gone undiscovered. Sarah had chosen her foxhole well. The creatures had been here during the night, but thankfully, for whatever reason, they had moved on, searching for easier prey.

  It was warm and sunny as Sarah drove them towards Cambridge. Jack swivelled his head from side to side as
they whizzed past dairy farms and horse studs. He smiled to himself at the dozens of studs. If there was one thing Cambridge was well-known for, it was breeding thoroughbred horses. Jack thought about getting Sarah to stop so he could check to see if he could find a shotgun or two, but now that he was within twenty kilometres of Dee, he wanted to get there as soon as possible.

  Ten minutes later, they entered the outskirts of the town and Sarah slowed the minivan to a crawl. Ahead of them, the street was littered with debris. Cars were parked haphazardly, some with doors open and engines running. One or two had stereos on, playing garbled music. Next to the cars were pools of blood, some fresh and red, others older and dark.

  George gasped behind them. “Mummy!” he cried.

  “Don’t look, George. Close your eyes. Okay, hun?”

  Jack looked over his shoulder at the red-haired boy. He was still staring out the window, eyes wide. Taking it in.

  Sarah had to weave the car around a few vehicles that had collided, scattering shattered glass across the road. Doors to several houses were open, their contents dispersed into gardens. Jack blew out a whistle at all he was seeing. It was panic. Chaos and panic. Those not infected by the virus had tried to flee, only to be caught by the creatures.

  Sarah brought the minivan to stop and groaned. The narrow bridge ahead of them that spanned the Waikato River was jammed, making it impassable. This had been their last chance; they had tried the other two bridges already.

  “That’s the last bridge for miles,” Sarah said. “Looks like we’re walking.”

  “Let’s make it quick. The race course is about a ten minute walk from here.”

  “I’ll carry George if you take my bag,” Sarah said.

  Jack hefted his hiking pack over his shoulders and tightened the straps, making sure it was secured. Next, he hooked Sarah’s pack over his left shoulder so that he still had movement on his right. Enough to swing the bachi hoe if needed. He glanced at the sun and figured that they still had an hour at least before the beasts emerged.