The Lost Journal Part 17

Terrified and panicked voices.

"There's too many!"

"Fall back! Fall back!"

"Get to the extraction point. NOW!"

"They're coming!"

In between the shouting I could hear gunshots and explosions. The screams of dying men. The howling moans of infected.

We weren't safe here, I thought.

I could hear static from another radio. There must've been another fallen soldier close by, but I couldn't see him. I moved a plank of wood that used to be part of the footbridge. I expected the body to be underneath.

Nothing.

He had to be close.

I lifted another piece of rubble. And then I finally found him.

And then it was clear to me.

The reason I was having a hard time finding the body.

It was slowly crawling away.

But when I'd moved the piece of wood it saw me or heard me or whatever.

It knew I was there.

The body. The infected.

Moments ago this thing was a soldier. A Special Forces soldier. He was smart and skilled. Highly trained. His mission was to rescue Maria. Kill the rest of us. But a human being none the less. His legs were bent at sickening angles. His intestines had been dragged behind him.

His weapon, an M4 carbine with an infra red scope and a 40mm grenade launcher was still gripped in his hand. The hand was still attached to most of his arm. It was several feet away on the other side of the footbridge.

Now the thing was slowly turning back towards me. It was crawling. But then it got back up.

I took a step back. My heart stopped.

When they get back up. A human. A person that in all probability should be dead. Someone that has been blown apart, their legs shattered and their guts and major organs hanging out in the world. When they get back up...

It shook me to my core.

If I wasn't a trained soldier, if it wasn't just a reflex, I probably would've frozen up completely. I probably would've died.

The infected soldier took a few stumbling steps towards me.

I heard a loud crack as one of its leg bones, its tibia maybe, snapped clean in half. A sliver of extremely sharp bone stuck right out through the skin, right through his pants.

The thing stumbled to its knees. But he kept shuffling forward, arms outstretched. Mouth wide, wide open.

My training kicked in.

I raised the rifle. Fired two shots into its chest and one into its head.

I destroyed the radio in the process but at that point I didn't really care about the radio. Would the military even come back if I called them? I doubt it.

They were in the process of retreating. They had their hands full.

I grabbed the fallen soldier's hand, pried his cold fingers apart and relieved him of his rifle and spare ammo.

"Look at us," the dead soldier said. "Two of a kind. Two peas in a pod."

I dropped the arm. Took a big step back.

"Yes," the dead soldier said.

I shook my head. Took another step back. "What?"

"Yes, to whatever. Yes, you did the right thing. Yes, you screwed up. Yes, you had no choice. Yes, we were a Special Forces team. Yes, we are two peas in a pod."

"I'm not a Special Forces soldier," I said to the corpse.

"Sure ya not. And I'm a G.o.dd.a.m.n china man."

"I'm j.a.panese."

"Whatever. Turn away."

"What? Why?"

"Turn away and describe what I'm wearing, describe me, my facial features."

"I'm not turning away."

"Of course not. That would be dangerous. I could hit you. I could attack you. h.e.l.l, I could even bite you. But that wasn't the point of my little exercise. The point was; if you were to turn away or close your eyes, you could still remember everything I was wearing. You would know my eye color. Hair color. Skin tone. I bet if someone asked you to describe this harbor you could do it with autistic savant like detail. You know the exits. You know the points of cover. You know everything."

"Who are you?"

"You mean, who was I?"

"Whatever."

"I'm n.o.body. I'm a ghost."

"What?"

"Exactly. No one knows about us. We don't exist. I'm only telling you because, well, you'll be dead soon anyways. Dead men tell no tales, right?"

"What were you doing here? What was your objective?"

"You already know. Our primary target was Doctor West. Secondary target was the girl. Maria Marsh. Approximately sixteen years of age. Caucasian. Blonde hair. Blue eyes. Apparently she's immune. No one believed Doctor West when he called it in. We figured he just wanted to be rescued. But he was adamant. Command sent us in because Doctor West was in charge of the research. He knows everything. If anyone can save us, it's Doctor West. That's why he was our priority."

I shook my head. "You should've left that guy to die. And trust me, Maria is immune. She was bitten. She was dying. But her body, her immune system fought the virus. And won. You need to get back on the airways. Tell your people to send reinforcements. You need to get Maria out of here. She is special. She can put a stop to this madness."

"Don't you think I've already tried calling for a G.o.dd.a.m.n extraction. There was no response."

I remembered back to that night in the unofficial immigration center. The slum in the outback.

Drake calling for an extraction. Over and over.

No response.

We had been left for dead.

The man, the corpse chuckled. "You already know, don't you?"

"Know what?"

"You already know they've left. There is no extraction. Command is not responding. They're falling back. They're pulling out. You already know. And you already know what comes next."

"An airstrike," I whispered.

"Yeah. That's right. They're gonna burn this city. They're gonna burn it to the ground." He pointed with his one good arm to a spare ammo mag. "You might wanna save the last one."

I made my way back to Maria, trying desperately to focus.

Come on Kenji. Switch on.

This is no time to check out.

You need to protect Maria at all costs.

Get it together.

We're gonna need a bigger boat I made it back to the boat. Maria was waiting for me. She was anxious.

"What the h.e.l.l is going on in there?" she said, asking about the city and the noise, the fire fight and the explosions.

"The military are falling back," I said. "They're trying to take out as many infected as possible."

"So what do we do? We can't just stay here. We're too exposed."

"I'm not sure. I'd say the infected are chasing the military. And this might actually work in our favor. It could give us a chance to find a new hiding spot. A new building. One of the sky sc.r.a.pers would be ideal. We could get up nice and high. Make sure it's secure."

The gunfire continued to intensify. I concentrated on the different noises. The different weapons.

M4. M60.

50cal.

Mortar rounds.

RPG's .

Apache attack helicopters. Firing every last one of their h.e.l.lfire missiles.

Hydra rocket pods.

It was an impressive display of firepower. And it was about to get a whole lot more impressive. In the distance, we could hear the all too familiar sound of jet engines. The soldiers on the ground were getting even more aerial support. Maybe getting to a skysc.r.a.per was pointless, I thought to myself. If they kept up this rate of fire, they would reduce this city to rubble.

"Kenji, are you even listening to me?" Maria said.

"Huh? What?"

"I asked you a question. Where should we go?"

"Sorry. I was just..." I trailed off as I looked up to the sky. It took me a few seconds but I finally saw them. Three F22 raptors. And two A10 bombers. They were flying in perfect formation. Circling the city. They appeared to be in a holding pattern.

"Well?"

"I don't know," I finally said.

"What do you mean? You're the soldier! You need to make a decision. I can't do this. I can't. I don't know what I'm doing here. I don't know why or how I'm even still alive."

She broke down then. I can't blame her. She had been through a lot.

"Maria, listen to me."

She kept crying.

I grabbed her by the shoulders. "Listen to me."

But she kept crying. And in the distance the sh.e.l.ling intensified. The military were tearing this city apart.

I hugged her. And at that moment I felt like we were in some sort of storm, the eye of a hurricane. It was weird and terrifying and surreal.

We were alone in this huge city. Home to millions of people. It was now a warzone. And all those people were dead. Or soon to be. This picturesque, iconic harbor was supposed to be a tourist hot spot for crying out loud. Maria was breaking down right in front of me. She was falling apart. And I wasn't sure if I had the strength to keep her together. I wasn't even sure if I had the strength to keep myself together.

High above us I saw the Raptors and the A10's follow the main harbor back out to sea.

"Listen to me," I whispered. "We have to be honest with each other, OK? It's the only way we're going to survive this. We have to talk to each other. We have to keep each other sane. I'm being honest with you when I say; I don't know what to do. Because honestly, I have no freakin idea what to do. There's a huge force of soldiers and tanks and choppers only a few blocks away. They're being chased by an even bigger horde of infected. We need to avoid that. At all costs."

She nodded her head and whispered something that I think was an agreement.

"This could work in our favor," I said. "Actually, I know it will. Those poor soldiers in there..."