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Close Your Eyes and Think of Russia.	By : PJBender Category: S through Z > World War Z Views: 3077 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-Close Your Eyes and Think of Russia.
- 2-Fair Park City.
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Chapter Two; Fair Park City.

In the surrealist haze between sleeping and waking, I began to feel a cold, metallic pain in my skull. There was something else too, something more disturbing; the sensation of being prodded. Fear overtook me. I wanted to scream, leap up, but my body was not yet responding to my brain. I could picture myself laying on the pavement, being eaten alive by a horde of the undead. The first thing I managed was a moan, then my arms and legs moved and finally my eyes opened, ready to face my assailants. To my surprise - and relief - I wasn’t surrounded by the walking dead, just two smiling children. For a moment, their cherubic faces and excited giggles made me wonder if I was in Heaven.

“Eli, Zoe! Didn’t I tell you two to leave her alone?”

The little boy and girl stopped poking me and ran past their mother, a short, chubby woman with a broad smile. I groaned and rubbed my head; a futile attempt to ease the throbbing, which generated from a large lump on right above my right temple.

“You fainted last night, dear. Right inside the outer gate. You were lucky to get in when you did, we weren’t going to wait much longer for your sister.”

She must have sensed my confusion, because she continued:

“I’m Lily Leroux, Scotty’s wife. You’ve met the twins and after you’ve washed up, I’ll introduce you to the others.”

She handed me a soft, pink towel and a bar of soap.

“The shower is straight down this hall, down the short flight of stairs. Water is highly rationed, but considering your state...”

I touched the lump on my head again, and felt that the hair around it was all crusted.

“You bled quite a bit, dear, but I cleaned the wound.”

At this point I looked down at my PJs. They were covered in dark brown stains; my own blood, and little black bits; presumably the splattered remains of the zombie my sister had shot.

“Ugh, that is disgusting.”

“Yes it is, luv. That’s why you get to shower. Try to keep it to five minutes though.”

“Lily.... where am I? Where are we?”

She beamed.

“I’m sure your sister has given you the tour before.”

I looked around me and began to recognize where I was. Concrete floors, no windows, a maze of PVC piping; I was behind-the-scenes of the Aquarium’s Marine Wing, where Svetlana worked. Things were much different from the time my sister had showed me around. The area was lined with cots, separated by transparent, white curtains. There were all manner of personal items; framed pictures and college diplomas, children’s toys, antique-looking quilts, jewelry boxes and heirloom silverware. I fingered a black-and-white, framed photograph of a family decorating a Christmas tree, and understood what I was looking at; these were all the personal items people had packed and taken with them when fleeing the undead blight. How much time did they have to decide what to take and what to leave behind? How did they decide what to bring? I hadn’t had time to bring anything - or even think about what I would have brought. What would I have brought? I didn’t know it then, but I would spend a lot of time thinking about just that in time to come; it would become one of those games we played to kill time and boredom. It would be one of the favorites, along with “What would I eat if I could have anything I wanted.” It was clear why my sister had brought me here; this place had it’s own water well, a generator and was pretty much a fortress, courtesy of 1930’s architecture. Little did I know that was only a small part of things...

“Alright then, dear, are you ready for your shower?”

I put the picture back and stood up from my cot. Lily was motioning for me to follow her.

“The water won’t be warm; we are trying to conserve energy. The children and I will stick around until you are done. No one is to go anywhere alone, you see. Simple precaution, but we’ll try to respect your privacy.”

“Where’s my sister?”

“They’re all up on the roof, keeping an eye on things. Come along now.”

The water was ice cold and I scrubbed as fast as I could. It still felt good to wash away the terrors of last night. All of a sudden, my heart began to hurt. It was like no other pain I’d felt before - as if someone with an iron hand had reached into my chest and was squeezing with all their might. I thought of my parents, worried for them, wondered if they had survived the night. The glacial droplets of the shower hid my tears, and I dried both off me when I stepped out.

“You don’t have a penis. Only boys have penises and girls have va-, varinas!”

“It’s Vaginas, Eli. And stop staring at Miss Hope!”

Lily pulled the boy by his ear and distracted both children with a book as I dried off. She had laid out clothes for me; gray sweatpants and a Mardi Gras t-shirt, probably her own, since I didn’t have any. When I was ready, we ascended a retractable rope ladder to the lowest level of the building’s small service tower. Lily rolled it up behind us. She used a pole to reach for a second rope ladder that would lead us up one level, to the roof’s lower part. We squeezed through a small door and found ourselves on the roof.

“Better get used to this climb, Hope. You’re going to be doing this a lot,” Lily said.

The daylight was comforting, even though it was a terribly overcast day. Somehow, knowing that the sun had still risen this morning, gave me a sense of peace. Last night, I thought there may not be anything but night ever again, one way or another.

Svetlana was standing at the roof’s edge, looking out towards Martin Luther King boulevard with a pair of binoculars. Scotty was right beside her and there were several other people I did not know strewn about the Aquarium’s roof. As I got closer, I noticed a sound coming from a radio, much like a police radio, that was clipped to my sister’s black tights.

“::STATIC:: Discovery Gardens to Aquarium. Do you have any visual contact? Over.”

Svetlana grabbed the radio.

“We are NO RAD, people. Everyone stay off the radios. I repeat, NO RAD, stay off the damn radios.”

When she caught glimpse of me, the anger in her eyes changed to relief. She sprinted towards me and threw me in a hug so tight, it almost knocked the both of us down.

“My dzjewudshka!”

She pulled back and took my face into her hands, her startling blue eyes filling with tears.

“Are you alright?” she asked as she gently touched the egg-sized bump on my head.

“I think so.”

Involuntarily, my eyelids lowered and I started sobbing.

“Mother? Father?” is all I managed.

Svetlana pressed me against her.

“I don’t know, little one. We can’t leave now; they are on their own. Here, look.”

She handed me the binoculars and directed my gaze towards the outer gates. The fence was ten foot tall cast iron and the gates were locked with chains and reinforced with concrete blocks and cars. A second fence, the one that usually blocks of the Midway when the State Fair is not on, was extended to reach beyond the Discovery Gardens building, including the greenhouse, and our building.

“Two gated perimeters,” she said, before turning me toward the Cotton Bowl.

“The livestock is kept in the Cotton Bowl, as well as most of our... ‘citizens’. About seventy people are in there, including the old couple we picked up last night.”

“Livestock? Citizens?” I asked. She ignored me and pointed me towards the Discovery Gardens buildings.

“Twenty people there; they are in charge of growing produce and other useful things. Ten people here in the Aquarium, including us. We are in charge of the water supply, aquaculture and fuel, which is kept there.” She turned me around to the Games Warehouse right next to our building, which usually stocks stuffed animals for the Midway games during State Fair, but now, apparently contained nothing but Diesel fuel for the generators.

“Welcome to Fair Park City, sister. I... We have been planning this ever since the first outbreaks. Most people here are workers and their families, although we’ve picked up a few new additions and probably will for some time to come.”

I shook my head.

“I don’t understand.”

“You will get to see all of it soon enough, but for now, we must remain in our buildings and avoid radio contact. Look out there. All hell is breaking loose, and if we are to keep it out of our little paradise, we must remain silent and stationary for a little while. Patience, dzjewudshka.”

It was only then that I noticed the faint echoes of chaos emanating from outside of Fair Park. Car horns, helicopters, sirens; there were lots of sirens, and of course, gunshots. I swore I could hear the sound of big glass breaking, like that of a large shop display, and even more faintly, that of people screaming. It sent a shiver down my spine. Plumes of smoke billowed up here and there from different parts of the city. Occasionally, there would be a flare. The air was thick and smelled scorched, like a Forth of July night. Fear encompassed me, but the people around me remained calm; their expressions peaceful. Even the children were quiet. How could they see what I saw, hear what I heard and smell what I smelled without being overcome by terror? Perhaps it was my sister’s presence. She stood there on that rooftop, looking out over the end of days, the carnage that was happening all around us, and was smiling serenely. Somehow, knowing that she was with me, made me feel alright, although I wouldn’t fully understand their fearlessness until a few days later.

Aside from Svetlana and myself, Scotty and his family, there was Sean, a mid-fifties, balding man who’d left his unit at the National Guard, because they wouldn’t let him take his wife, Renee, back behind the Rockies. Then there was Sven, a young, blond man, not much older than myself, and Leonard, a forty-something skinny black man, who didn’t speak much. We all slept on those curtained-off cots in the Marine Wing; the Freshwater wing on the other side of the building was usually not tread upon; too many windows and too close to the inner perimeter. I was shocked to see that most of the Aquarium’s tanks had been emptied; the fish either frozen or pickled for human consumption, or ground up as fishmeal for our aquaculture projects. Our supplies, ammunition, medical and food stuffs, were up on the second level of the tower. We spent most of the following days - I couldn’t tell you how many exactly; four, maybe five - on the roof, observing what was going on around us. Each passing day, there were less sirens and car horns. The other sounds, the more disturbing ones, remained until the last day, when they finally - and every so sadly - died down. A lone helicopter flew over on the fourth or fifth day, followed shortly by a formation of fighter jets. The sound of their engines cut right through my soul.

“Look at those assholes, running for the hills!” Sergeant Sean hollered as he shook his fist at them and made an obscene gesture, “I didn’t chose to serve my country so I could abandon it’s people! Those assholes! Those fucking assholes!”

His wife had to calm him down.

About an hour after the jets had flown by, and near most all signs of life outside of Fair Park had faded, Svetlana picked up the radio. What I was about to hear would be my morning wake-up and my evensong for a long time to come.

“All posts, this is Council Command at the Aquarium. Perimeter clear, facility secure, all souls ok.”

Then the responses came, one by one.

“This is Discovery Gardens. Perimeter clear, facility secure, all souls ok.”

“This is Cotton Bowl South and East. Perimeter clear, facility secure, all souls ok.”

“This is Cotton Bowl North and West. Perimeter clear, facility secure, all souls ok.”

“This is Remote Scout East. Perimeter clear, all souls ok.”

“This is Remote Scout South. Perimeter clear, all souls ok.”

I didn’t even understand why I was cheering, but everyone else was, so I joined in.

Svetlana was beaming when she held up the radio again.

“Ladies and gentlemen, try to keep the sounds down, as agreed. We will see you tomorrow morning on the Midway. Council meets tomorrow at dusk on the Midway. Remember to relieve the two Remote Scout Teams first thing in the AM. Have a safe night. Council Command over and out.”

I had a hard time sleeping that night, excited about seeing people other than the nine souls I had been cooped up with since I arrived, seeing what my sister’s paranoid nature had managed to accomplish in this most dire of times. I just couldn’t will myself to sleep, even though everyone had to rise at 05:00 hours; part of regulations. Svetlana had watch that night and was up on the roof, leaving the cot next to mine excruciatingly empty, at a time where I could have used a sisterly talk. Right as I was contemplating going up to see her, something stirred the curtain next to my bunk, then the next curtain, which separated our little area form the vastness of the Marine Wing hallway. Soft footsteps echoed past me, towards the roof access. I felt elated; someone else had a hard time sleeping too! I got up and walked down the dark hallway, lit only by the two skylights on the far east side of the Marine Wing. Whomever was ahead of me must have been in a hurry, because when I got to the first roof access ladder, it was already neatly rolled up. I went up both ladders and reached the roof.

Svetlana was sitting on the far side of the roof, on the edge of a mattress that was placed there for the comfort of those on watch. Scotty was but a few feet ahead of me, watching my sister just like I was. She was staring out at an ominous red sky, softy singing to hersef.

“ Soyuz nerushimy respublik svobodnykh
Splotila naveki velikaya Rus'!
Da zdravstvuyet sozdanny voley narodov
Yediny, moguchy Sovetsky Soyuz!

Slavsya, Otechestvo nashe svobodnoye,
Druzhby narodov nadyozhny oplot!
Partiya Lenina — sila narodnaya
Nas k torzhestvu kommunizma vedyot!”

There was something beautiful about that red dawn. I wanted to go and sit with her, but at that moment, Scotty started moving. He walked towards her, and I followed, silently, planting myself behind a concrete block. She’d noticed him long before he stepped in front of her, his groin mere inches from her face as she was seated. She looked up at him; I could see the bone structure of her face as she did so. My sister’s breathing grew heavy as she looked into his eyes, her own blue eyes full of asking. And so they stood for a minute, making sure there was no one around. The next sound was that of Scotty unbuckling his belt. He paused there, with his hands upon his zipper. My sister threw her head back at the sound of the buckle. He grabbed a hand full of her hair and pulled her head back to his groin, his pants unzipped, but firmly in place still. Svetlana’s hands moved up, caressed his legs and pulled his pants down. She was about to take his swelling cock into her mouth, when he grabbed her hair again and yanked her neck way back. The force and intensity looked painful, but Svetlana only smiled.

“No. I want more tonight,” he said.

She took her top off, her eyes only leaving his when the black cotton of her shirt obscured them for a moment. Her tights came off next, slowly; she was still on her knees. Her ghostly hands snaked up his underbelly. It had hair running down into his boxers. She pushed his shirt up, and he finished the job. Then he stepped out of his pants and stood before her, smiling. She reached up and started pulling down his boxers in a painfully slow motion; her face nuzzling his belly button. He jerked his boxers down; I think he didn’t even bother taking them off completely. Scotty grabbed my sister and threw her back on the mattress before descending upon her. She moaned loudly when he entered her. He slapped his left hand over her mouth and brought his right index finger up to his own.

“Shhhhh.”

He kept his left hand cupped over her mouth, pressing down hard to stifle any sounds she would make, as he began thrusting like a madman. He used his right hand to push my sister’s leg up, her face contorting as she was forced to spread and tilt upwards. Scotty had to press down harder on her mouth to silence her, which made him smile and moan. I watched their athletic bodies rub and grind in the approaching dawn. Shiny beads of sweat adorned them both, sinews and muscles colliding so violently, like the forceful ocean waves colliding with the rocky cliffs of shore. He just kept pounding her, fucking her harder and harder for what seemed like forever; his face relaxing, turning ever more blissful, just as hers turned ever more tortured as he kept pushing his hand over her mouth. My breathing turned heavy as I watched them; a fire igniting between my legs. I couldn’t help myself; the harder he fucked my sister, the more I wanted to rub myself to put that fire out. I gave in, eventually; my hands down the sweatpants Lily had given me, as I watched her husband fuck my sister. It felt incestuous and wrong; the three of us enthralled in our sins, but I couldn’t stop. My fingers flicked up and down, trying to douse that flame in my groin. I’m sure I was panting when that wave of relief finally engulfed me. Scotty groaned as he spilled his seed, his hand still over my sister’s mouth. It made me believe he silenced her for his own pleasure, not for fear of anyone hearing her. He collapsed on top of her and so they lay for a while, panting, resting. He gave her a quick kiss before he rolled off; this was the first time their lips had touched through the whole thing, which was a testament to the sheer carnality of their actions. There were no candles on that rooftop, no music playing in the background, nothing but primal need.

My legs were still shaky as I snuck back to the tower and down the rope ladders. I nearly screamed when I turned around and found myself face to face with Lily. My cheeks were still flushed from fantasizing about feeling her adulterous husband inside me.

“Oh my goodness, you look like you have a fever.”

Her hand felt soft as she touched my cheek, but my chest felt like she’d just driven a blade into it. It wasn’t easy to find words right then.

“Uh, I just came inside; it’s kind of nippy out.”

“Are Svetlana and Scotty up there? I fixed them breakfast.”

I felt so stupid. Why did I say I had been outside? She would go up and find them naked. I searched for a lie, but couldn’t find one quick enough.

“Here, help me take this up,” she said, as she handed me a bowl of beans and stewed fish; our staple foods for the past few days.

We climbed back up, my heart pounding with trepidation. When we stepped up on the roof, Scotty and Svetlana were standing, fully dressed, engaged in conversation. The only evidence of their sin was somewhere deep inside my sister’s body; If I hadn’t seen what I’d seen, I would never have suspected anything had passed between them, but friendly morning talk. I handed the bowl I was carrying to Scotty, and was going to give him a look of accusation, but his hand brushed mine as he took the bowl and it sent electricity through my underbelly.

That morning, after Sven and Sean did a quick sweep of the area between the building, the Games Warehouse and the Discovery Gardens, most of us set out for the midway, carrying fuel, water and pickled fish. All the ground floor doors and windows had been completely barricaded, so we had to climb down rope ladders hung down from the roof. We walked in silence, staying close together, even though the outer perimeter had seemed quiet and secure. Each step made me more uneasy; even though I knew there were others, it felt like our party was the only life around for miles; the sounds of the city had all but faded.

We were the first to arrive, but the others followed quickly, about twenty in all, streaming in from the Cotton Bowl and the Discovery Gardens. There were smiles, hugs and hellos, all in hushed voices. We distributed some fuel, water and fish and received apples and pears from the Discovery Garden party, and eggs from the Cotton Bowlers. The whole exchange lasted about ten minutes, then people trailed off back to their areas. Svetlana, and I trailed along towards the Cotton Bowl; she wanted to show me the extent of our operation. Scotty had protested:

“At least take one of the boys with you, Svetlana. I’m not comfortable with the idea of the two of you walking around the grounds alone.”

My sister had waved away his concern.

“We are not alone; we are in the fine company of Mr. Winchester,” she said as she patted the weapon strung across her back.

He had let us go alone, albeit reluctantly.

The Cotton Bowl was astonishing; I couldn’t believe my eyes. On the field, there were chicken coops, several goats and sheep and even two horses, grazing on the field. The stands were full of tents and home made structures. Sixty eight people total. It doesn’t seem like much, but I had seen only the same nine faces around me for a small week. Seeing so many people was an elation; it gave me hope. Now I understood why the others at the Aquarium felt so safe; my sister had been planning this whole city - this small society - ever sine the Blight first began. She had spent her entire life being ever prepared for something just like the outbreak, and it showed.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” she said beaming, “We have a good thing here; a good chance of riding out this storm. I don’t know if help will ever come for us or how long these corpses will walk around before rotting away, but I intend for all of us to be around long enough to find out.”

Leaving the Cotton Bowl was kind of scary; it was a long climb down the rope ladder, and the fairgrounds were now completely deserted, except for my sister and myself. I wanted to sprint to the Discovery Gardens, but Svetlana was against it.

“We need all our senses about us, dzjewudshka, if we run, we will be less attentive to our surroundings. Besides, have you ever seen a zombie running?”

The only time we sprinted was the short way along the inner perimeter fence. We didn’t even need to radio for a ladder; their watchman had already seen us coming. The operation in the Discovery Gardens was much smaller than that of the Cotton Bowl; seven botanists and their assorted family members. Twenty one people in all. The green houses had been stripped of the exotic plants that had been there for aesthetic purposes. Instead, there were fruit trees, vegetable patches and even a lab where they were trying to grow penicillin. The head botanist, James, showed me around and invited us to stay for lunch, but considering they were having our salted fish for lunch, we declined. An acquired taste at the best of times, a week of mainly fish and beans had me yearning for the sweetness of an apple or pear. We made our farewells and headed back to our own building. In all the excitement, I had completely forgotten about what had happened on the roof that morning, until I was greeted by Scotty’s Hollywood smile at the top of the rope ladder.

“Welcome to Fair Park City,” he said.
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