Alaskan Undead Apocalypse (Book 4): Resolution by Sean Schubert Read Free Book Online

in Whittier, which had a reputation for having
predictably bad weather. People typically didn’t travel to Whittier
for the weather. Right away, Abdul recognized that something was
not right though.
    A police or perhaps a security officer of
some sort was guiding cars and trucks to a fenced parking lot
immediately to their left. The Anton Anderson Tunnel was unique in
that it was constructed for both rail and road traffic. It was also
unique in that it was a narrow tunnel that allowed traffic for
either trains or cars in a single direction at a time. As a result,
there was a strict time schedule to allow for the changing of
traffic patterns into and out of Whittier. Both trains and cars had
to wait there for their scheduled turn to move based upon their
hourly schedule.
    The area to which he was being directed was
typically used to stage cars, trucks, buses, and other highway
vehicles to make the trip out of Whittier. It had been converted
into an ad hoc parking area with a temporary chain link fence
wrapped around it. They were cordoned off for God only knew what
purpose and they had to comply.
    The orange vested authority figure was not
saying anything to anyone despite the numerous questions from
drivers and passengers as he pointed them to their parking spots.
His face full of worry and doubt did betray quite a bit of concern
though.
    With no options but to comply, Abdul
followed the directions given to him and parked his cab on the far
edge of the lot with the larger vehicle area immediately to his
left. He hoped to get in a spot where he could easily get back out
onto the road, not wanting to be forced to stay in Whittier any
longer than he chose to be there. Unfortunately, he was hemmed
tightly in on all sides by other vehicles. He wasn’t going anywhere
until a bunch of other people moved first. He was stuck.
    Using a gentle voice so as not to startle
his passenger, Abdul announced, “Hey, we’re here but I t’ink
somet’ing must be going on.”
    There was no response. The man didn’t stir a
bit.
    Abdul said, louder this time, “Sir. We’re
here. Time to wake up.”
    Still nothing, which was beginning to worry
Abdul.
    “Sir? Are you okay? Can you hear me?”
    His concern mounting, Abdul pivoted in his
seat to get a look from a better angle. The man was lying face down
on the back seat in a very awkward position, so Abdul was unable to
see the man’s expression. He couldn’t tell if the man was in
distress or was sleeping very deeply.
    Finally, Abdul reached through the Plexiglas
window and touched the man’s back. He didn’t appear to be
breathing. Approaching a near panic, Abdul jumped from his seat and
threw open the cab’s rear door. Sure enough, after Abdul rolled him
onto his back, he found the man cold and lifeless. His face was
devoid of color except for some very dark crescent moons below his
eyes and some equally dark spidery veins on his cheeks and
forehead.
    Abdul stepped back, not sure what he should
do. He rubbed the tight, dark curls on his head pensively but came
up with no options. He’d never had anyone die in his cab before. He
had a woman almost deliver a baby in his cab once, but thankfully
he’d gotten her to the emergency room in time to save his cab from
the mess. He looked around and finally saw the man in the orange
mesh vest. Leaving the door open, Abdul ran toward the man in hopes
that he would be able to get his passenger help, if such a thing
was still possible. Really, he just wanted the man out of his cab
so he could head back to Anchorage and put all this behind him.
    Explaining the situation to the distracted
man in the vest who happened to be a police officer, Abdul was
barely able to contain his worry. He nearly dragged the man by his
collar back to his cab. They came to the car’s open door, but found
the back seat empty. Scattered across the seat and on the floor
were piles of blood soaked paper towels and the man’s jacket. The
rain soaked ground meant there were