His only disappointment had been her decision to marry instead of pursuing riflery and attempting to make the Israeli Olympic team. She wondered now how he would feel about her role in this bizarre afterlife of the once thriving planet. Her medals now were the shattered heads of the walking dead. Her accolades the thanks of those she saved. There was no real victory now, just the heavy burden of doing what must be done.
Thoughtfully, she turned and headed up the stairs. How vividly her Father’s face came to mind. She knew he would be proud of her and her bitter responsibility. Had he not raised her to defend her people and do what was right?
And the people in this tiny fort were her people. Through a strange string of events, she had ended up here in her twilight years. Her first husband had moved them to America in the mid-seventies and then passed away leaving her a single mother. She had remained in the country to build a life for her and the children before marrying her second husband. He had moved them out of New York to Texas where they had settled in Fort Worth. When he had divorced her for a much younger woman, she had decided to go on a hunting trip with some good friends and had ended up meeting the love of her life, Ralph. He had brought her to that wonderful hunting store in the hills while her children said their good-byes and returned to their homeland. She had firmly believed she would live there until she had left this world, but instead, Ralph had gone on without her. Now she was fighting for her life and the life of others in a tiny, makeshift fort in the middle of nowhere.
Sometimes, she thought wryly, it was if they were playing some terrible game of cowboys and Indians and hiding in their makeshift fort made of odds and ends. Of course, in this case, the Indians would eat the cowboys alive.
Entering the ninth floor, she began following the blue checkmarks on the doors. Things were moving more swiftly now that the end was in sight. She hoped they were not being rash in their actions.
Coming around a corner, she saw all of them at the end of the hall.
They were clearing another room and Katie and Travis were hanging back slightly, covering the ominous looking double doors that lead upwards to the last floor and its opulent ballroom. One of the double doors was slightly ajar and Nerit could see only darkness beyond it.
“How are we doing?” she called out.
Katie turned toward her and smiled slightly. “Okay. Nothing up here. I don't think anyone got this far. ”
Nerit strode down the hallway, ignoring the pain in her hip and the numbness in her toes. She hated getting old. “We still need to be careful. ”
“Room is clear,” Jenni said exiting the hotel room they had been searching.
Jenni was still hobbling, but trying not to look like she was. The poor girl was really beat up, but she was a scrappy fighter. Nerit had not been too sure about her when she had first met her. Jenni had been on the edge of a breakdown, but had somehow pulled away from it.
Yes, she was still a bit on the edge of crazy at times, but Nerit had a feeling it was what kept her going.
“We're heading upstairs,” Curtis said as he drew the checkmark on the door. “We're almost done. I sent Katarina, Felix, and Shane down to help the others. Juan is heading down into the basement to get the power on. ”
Jimmy just grunted.
Nerit gazed at him intently. She did not trust him. He was too afraid despite his bravado. Fear was normal, but you had to control it. Jimmy did not have that control.
Katie headed toward the double doors, her pistol held firmly in one hand. “I just want to get this over with. ”
Travis walked directly behind her. “I hear you there. ”
Jenni favored her leg as she began to follow and Curtis took her arm to help her.
Nerit raised her rifle as Katie neared the door to open it all the way.
The pricking on the back of her neck had automatically triggered her reflexes. She trusted her instincts.
Before Katie could even open the door all the way, the maid fell through the gap in the doors and right into Katie. Flinging up her arm to protect herself, Katie fell back. Travis launched into motion to pull the zombie off of Katie.
It was all in slow motion to Nerit. Each movement distinct and vivid to her. She could see the female zombie shaking her head, trying to rend flesh from Katie's arm as Katie screamed and Travis lurched forward.
Nerit became one with her rifle as she had so many times before and through its eagle eye, saw the top of the zombie's head. She fired and watched a blossom of blood explode into view then dissipate.
Travis kicked the dead zombie away as Katie stumbled backwards, staring at her arm.
“She bit her! She bit her!” Jimmy's voice, near hysteria.
“No!” Jenni rushed forward.
Nerit swung the rifle toward Katie and Katie's beautiful eyes danced before her. Like jewels, lovely, sparkling with life.
Then Travis' back was blocking her. He had stepped between her and Katie.
“Travis, back away,” Nerit ordered.