Griz paused at the top step, and I could hear a rustling below. Jase gave him plenty of space to retreat, but he didn’t move back. Then, he descended a couple steps and waited. I stepped onto the first step in the darkness and looked down. My headlamp shone on the four zeds waiting at the bottom of the stairs, clawing out at us. Unable to climb the steps, they were almost comedic. Almost.

I lined up the sights on my M24. “Ready,” I said.

Jase moved around me, and the two men descended down the steps. Griz swung first, taking down the closest zed. Jase stayed behind. The second zed tripped over the first zed and tumbled toward Griz. Jase swung, and then kicked the lifeless thing away. Griz brought his sharp blade onto the head of the other zed the same time Jase finished the final one with a dramatic swing.

He held up a hand. “Stay here.” He jumped over the bodies and paced around what looked to be the crew quarters. After he checked every shadowed corner and around every bed, he called up, “Clear.”

I lifted my rifle and moved down the metal steps. With only our headlamps for light, shadows danced around the lockers and beds. We gathered around the next steel door.

“We can wait here, or do you guys want to keep going?” Griz asked.

“Keep going,” Jase said quickly.

“I want to get this boat cleared,” I added.

Griz smiled and then opened the door. A zed lunged at him. “Agh!”

Jase lunged forward and slashed the badly decayed zed across its face. Griz shoved the body off him and rolled to his feet, slamming his machete into the zed’s head.

Moans erupted from the darkness. Jase jumped back and Griz slammed the door shut.

Ah, hell. We weren’t even close to being done yet.

Chapter XII

Once we had a chance to regroup, Jase opened the steel door, and Griz tossed a snap light into the room several steps below. A green glow lit up the open space. Several dark shapes clumsily and erratically ran into one another to pounce at the light.

Jase whistled. “There’s got to be a dozen of them down there.”

Griz let out a sigh. “It’s too dangerous to take them out hand-to-hand. We could wait for Maz’s team, but either way, sweeping the area is our safest option.” He turned to me. Shadows danced across his face. “Cash, you’re on. Jase, stand by the door. I’ll yank Cash back if they get too close, and you shut the door.”

“Yes, sir,” Jase said, and he squeezed past me to the door.

I couldn’t tell if he was being sarcastic or obedient, but I also didn’t care. I had a job to do. Griz would never put me face to face with a zed where I could get hurt, but he had no problem with me taking them down from a distance. I didn’t mind as long as I didn’t feel useless. I was actually looking forward to some target practice. I still remember the first zed I killed. Hell, I remembered all of them, but when I killed them, I’d learned to compartmentalize. What I killed wasn’t human or even feeling. It was a target, nothing else.

I ran a thumb over my M24. It showed some wear, but it shot true. After checking the stability of the handrail, I leaned onto the metal bar and aimed. “Don’t worry. This won’t take too long.”

The zeds had begun to disperse from the snap light, having discovered that it brought no flesh that they craved. As soon as the first one sniffed us out, they all headed toward us. Still, I fired only when I was sure I had a kill shot.

My personal motto, get ‘em where I want ‘em, repeated over and over in my mind.

One. A zed fell. The shot resounded off the metal walls.

Two. Another fell. Three. Four. My ears rang.

I fired eleven shots in total and killed ten zeds. No one spoke while I fired. It was kind of like talking in someone’s back swing. It just wasn’t cool.

When I lifted my rifle, Jase smiled and gave me a thumbs up.

“Like fish in a barrel,” Griz said with a pat on my back. “Good job, Cash.”

He motioned forward, and then headed down the four steps and into the room holding what I assumed to be the mechanicals of the boat. I swapped my rifle for my machete; even though noise no longer mattered, ammo was a precious commodity. We checked the bodies to make sure they were good and fully dead. Not that I was worried. Each one was a solid head shot.

“God, it stinks down here,” Jase said.

I nodded. “We need to find an air freshener warehouse.”

“Boats need to be well-sealed or else they’d sink,” Griz said, holding his forearm over his nose. “It’s a good thing if we have to stay here through the winter. But damn, it’s going to take a while to air it out. Jesus.” He gagged and bent over. I thought he was going to throw up, but after a moment, he stood, pulled a scarf over his nose and stepped over a zed carcass.

Metal creaked.

“We’re coming in!” Tyler yelled from the opposite side of the room.

“All clear!” Griz shouted back.

Beams from three headlamps emerged from the darkness.

“Everything covered from the back?” Griz asked.

“That’s affirmative,” Tyler replied.

He walked in and looked at the bodies.

“There were eighteen beds in the crew quarters,” Griz said. “Add on one for the captain, we shouldn’t come across more than nineteen zeds, and that’s assuming they were running a full crew and not carrying passengers.” He counted on his fingers. “Three on the bridge, one in the galley, and the pair in the crew quarters. We came across another ten in the equipment room, and they all looked like crew. No passengers. So, that makes sixteen.”

“Make that nineteen,” Tyler said. “We took out two hanging around the engines, and we found the final crew member dead on top of an engine, likely from dehydration. So there shouldn’t be any more left.”

“Sonofa—” Nate’s cussing was cut off by a ruckus of metal crashing and shouts.

We all sprinted to Nate’s position. My headlamp shone onto Jase’s back as he slashed something on the ground. When he moved, I saw that it had been a zed. More noticeably, it had been female, wearing a skirt and sporting a badly broken leg. The likely scenario? The crew had brought her on board during the outbreak, not realizing she’d been infected. Their compassion led to their deaths.

“She bit me. She fucking bit me!”

I stepped around Jase to see Nate’s wild eyes. Blood poured from his cheek and head. The zed had taken a couple good-sized chunks. He had less than an hour.

Jase knelt by the collapsed locker. “Aw, hell.”

“Nate,” Tyler said, falling to his knees. He shoved against the locker, trying to push it off the guardsman.

Jase breathed deeply and then joined in, and they pushed the locker off Nate.

Nate must’ve been in shock because he didn’t seem to notice the locker. He only lay there and held his cheek. He stared at Tyler. “She bit me.”

Tack leaned on his machete.

“Damn it,” Griz said.

With a straight arm, Tyler pushed Jase back. He pulled out his sidearm and pressed a hand on Nate’s heart. “You’re a hero, Private Hawking. You’ve saved lives, and you’ve earned the peace that’s coming to you.”

Nate squeezed his eyes shut as Tyler lifted the sidearm. His hand shook, but he didn’t waste any time. I jumped at the single gunshot. It still echoed through the room as Tyler stood and walked several feet away from us.

Griz came down on a knee, clasped the cross he wore around his neck, and prayed.

By the time he’d finished, I came to accept the fact that Nate was gone. It seemed like the more death I’d seen, the faster I moved on. I wasn’t so sure I liked that change in me.

“The zed must’ve reached out and startled him,” Jase said. “He must’ve banged into the locker and it fell over on him.”

It’d been my job to clear this room. My fault. “I can’t believe I missed one,” I said breathlessly. My brows furrowed as I stared at Nate’s body.