City Hall of Blood (Sven the Zombie Slayer, Book 2)

By Guy James

City Hall of Blood picks up eight months after the end of the Virginia outbreak. It
delves deeper into the cause of the zombie infection, while the second zombie
epidemic grips New York City.

City Hall of Blood is the first sequel to Sven the Zombie Slayer.

Mayor of the Damned is the second sequel to Sven the Zombie Slayer.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Guy James
• Release date: Mar 21, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301299782

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City Hall of Blood

Guy James

Copyright 2013 by Guy James

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The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

1

Wednesday, January 12, Eight Months After the Virginia Outbreak

City Hall, New York, New York

Mallory Lex uncrossed her legs and crossed them the other way. She smiled at Sven and the movement of her lips drew thin creases in her flawless, pale skin. Her wine-red lipstick was a stark relief against her skin and her perfect, milk-white teeth.

Are you ready? Mallory asked. She flashed another smile at him, one that would have turned any orthodontist green with envy.

Sven gave her a wan smile and shifted in his seat. Sure.

Remember, Mallory said, if there’s anything you don’t want me to print, I won’t print it. You don’t have to worry about me going behind your back. I want to build a lasting relationship with you, and I want that relationship to be built on trust. You can trust me.

Alright.

Good, there’s just one more thing before we begin.

What’s that? Sven asked.

May I call you ‘Sven’?

Uh, of course. Sure. What else would you call me?

Well, you’d be surprised by how many people I interview who strongly prefer that I address them formally.

Really?

It’s true. She nodded. The motion was exaggerated. A lot of the people I interview are sensitive about being called by their first names.

Sven shrugged. He turned around, looked out the window, and shuddered.

Are you alright? Mallory asked.

Sven turned back around to face her and nodded. Yeah, I’m fine. I’m just not used to this weather.

You’ll get used to the winters here, Sven. I did. They can be beautiful, too. Central Park, north of the reservoir, with snow on the ground...it’s beautiful. You know, they say we’re going to get a good bit of snow next week.

Sven nodded again.

Okay, Mallory said. Let’s do it. She pressed a button on her digital audio recorder and placed it on the desk so that the recorder was at an equal distance between Sven and her.

They were sitting in a large, sparsely furnished office that looked out over City Hall Park. A neat row of boxes lined the wall on either side of the closed door of the office. Ivan lay on top of the highest stack of boxes, his head resting on his paws.

The Russian Blue had watched the lead-up to the interview reproachfully from across the room, and now, if his unceasing blinks and yawns were any indication, had resolved to sleep through the entire thing.

Sven was sitting behind a large desk. His right elbow was on the desk, and his eyes moved among Mallory, who was to his left, and Ivan, who was across the room and to the right, and the recorder, which was inches from Sven’s hand. His body was facing Mallory, who had moved one of the chairs in the office and set it at the side of the desk to reduce the distance between us and the recorder, as she had put it. Sven fidgeted in his suit and tugged on his tie, a gift from Jane.

We’ve all heard a lot about the outbreak that began in Charlottesville, Virginia, Mallory said. That is, after all, where America first met you, Jane, Lorie, and of course, your adorable and courageous cat, Ivan. Mallory smiled.

Sven looked away from the severe contrast of Mallory’s bleached white teeth against her dark red lipstick, made eye contact with Ivan, then looked down at the desk—his desk. He picked up a paperweight—one of many gifts he had received upon his arrival to New York City. It was one of the oddest he had been given, and Sven had decided to feature it on his desk.

The paperweight was a wooden carving of a man who was straining to keep a set of double doors closed. His back was pressed against the doors, the muscles of his legs flexed so hard that they were visibly defined in the fabric of his pants. A gnarled hand was reaching through the broken wood of one of the doors, reaching for the wooden man’s face. The wooden man was turned toward the hand, his eyes focused on it. On the side of the carving from which the hand was reaching, there was nothing but smooth, polished wood. No monster was visible.

Something about the paperweight reassured Sven, as it always had since he had gotten it, and he felt his body relax. Then he remembered the interview, looked up, and saw that Mallory’s eyes were fixed on him. She had the look of a woman who was calculating something.

As you know, Mallory said, some footage made it out of the quarantine zone and reached us here. So we met you via YouTube. And, of course, your experience during the outbreak has been the subject of a number of interviews, and, more recently, special reports and books.

Sven swallowed and nodded. He set the paperweight down next to the recorder, so that the recorder was on the side of the door opposite the wooden man, from which the invisible monster’s hand was emerging.

Mallory watched Sven do this with pursed lips and waited for him to finish before she went on.

What we didn’t see, Mallory said, and what remains more or less in the dark, is what you did after the outbreak, but before you came here…how you and Jane and Lorie dealt with the events of the tragedy after they were over. Can you tell me something about that?

Sven picked up the paperweight again. He looked across the room at Ivan, then back at Mallory. About what happened after…after the outbreak was over?

Yes, Mallory said.

"Okay. Well, at first, we weren’t sure that the outbreak was over, because we didn’t know if any of the infected were left. So Jane and Lorie and Ivan and I, we were careful. We holed up in my house. We stocked up on food and reinforced the windows and doors, and waited…waited for confirmation that there were no more infected."

2

Mallory jotted down some notes. Did you or Jane or Lorie have any experience in survival situations like these? Of course, I don’t mean in an outbreak scenario, but, for example, how did you pick out what to stock, and how did you know how to best reinforce your house, or that it was even best to stay there at all?

"No, none of us had experience in something like that. I think we’d all been camping, you know, we’d all roughed it, as people like to say when they’re not really roughing it, but this was a whole different kind of roughing it. This was life-threatening and completely real, with no safety net. There was no car to get into and drive away from it—because we had already tried that—there was no getting away. Sven shrugged and shook his head, a rueful expression on his face. We stocked what we thought was practical and what would last longer. We got lots of bottled water, canned food, jerky, dried fruit, nuts, oils. We were just trying to be logical about it. As far as reinforcing the house, we improvised and used what we had. I had some tools and pulled boards from surrounding houses."

Do you think your house was the best place to stay?

I don’t know. It worked, but we were also lucky that there were no more infected, so our reinforcements and food rations were never tested. If there had been more infected...I don’t know.

Mallory nodded. What happened next?

The military arrived soon after...on the fourth day after the last of the infected we saw had disintegrated. Military doctors and scientists went around knocking on doors, looking for survivors. When they got to us, they told us that we would be quarantined temporarily. They examined us and made sure we had enough food to eat, but otherwise they left us alone and didn’t seem too interested in hearing about what had happened. Sven paused. They were focusing on damage control and making sure the spread of the virus had stopped, although at that point no one knew that it was a virus yet. Anyway, for the most part, the military left us alone.

How did you feel then, during the quarantine?

The same way I felt right after the end of the outbreak, but more confused.

Can you tell me more about what you mean?

Sven sighed and looked at Ivan, whose eyes were closed. "It’s hard to describe. It was like being in a state of disbelief the whole time. I knew that what had happened really had happened, but I couldn’t make sense of it. I guess...I guess I was haunted by it. I still am…not as much as before, but I still am."

Do you mean that you were replaying the events of the outbreak?

Yeah, I was. I’m sure Jane and Lorie were too, but they seemed to do a better job handling it, or at least I saw it less in their behavior. As for me, I spiraled into some kind of depression. I sat in my basement all day, staring at the wall, and I kept on like that, even after the military was telling us it was okay to go about Charlottesville freely.

How did you recover?

Sven instinctively reached for a machete, then stopped himself. Mallory flinched.

The machetes Sven had used in Charlottesville were still with him. They were sheathed and bound, one over the other, and attached to the left side of his belt.

Sorry, Sven said.

That’s alright, Mallory said, looking apprehensive. She opened her mouth, then closed it.

You asked me how I recovered, Sven said. Well, it was really Jane and Lorie and Ivan that got me back on my feet. They tried hard to get me out of the house...and eating. There’s been a lot of comment about how much weight I’ve lost, and— Sven smiled for the first time during the interview, —I’m happy to report that I’m putting on weight again. Sven’s face hardened again. But it took me some time to recover. There were days when I went without eating a thing.

From the stress?

Yeah, I guess so. Eating used to be such a big part of my routine when I was a personal trainer. So much of my time was focused on planning my meals…and eating them—protein this and protein that, you know. But after the outbreak, I couldn’t stand to look at food anymore. The idea of eating made me sick.

After you felt a little better, what did you, Jane, and Lorie do to…to pass the time while you waited for the quarantine to be lifted?

I don’t know that we were actually waiting for the quarantine to be lifted. I didn’t have plans to leave Virginia at the time, and I’m not sure if Jane or Lorie were thinking about that then either. Looking back, it makes sense that we should have wanted to leave, but, at least in my mind, I hadn’t gotten to that point in my thinking yet. I was still fixating on what happened. Now, of course, I’m glad to be out of there, and it’s hard to imagine having stayed any longer, and hard to believe that we stayed as long as we did. New York is a big change for all of us, and I think that’s been helping too—not just to move, but to move somewhere that’s so different from where the outbreak happened.

Mallory nodded. I understand.

To pass the time in Virginia, well, we did a lot of the usual things, actually—went on walks, read books, watched movies, played board games. Jane and Lorie played tennis while I watched with Ivan. We did anything we could to take our minds off what happened. I found that staying busy helped. It distracted me from a lot of the violence I kept seeing in my head. I really owe it all to Jane and Lorie…and Ivan of course. If it hadn’t been for them, I don’t think I ever would’ve recovered. They were always by my side, through the worst of it. And, eventually, I got better. We were still cut off from the rest of the country then, and I think that was for the best at the time.

Mallory nodded with eagerness and made hand gestures that suggested she wanted to hear more. What do you mean?

I mean that if we had been reconnected right away after the outbreak, I think it would have been hard to deal with the media attention, both the attention we would have received ourselves and seeing the reporting that had taken place during the outbreak. A lot of the early outbreak footage that we didn’t see because we were inside Virginia would have been a lot to deal with back then. Even now, I find a lot of the early reports disturbing.

Why is that?

Sven thought for a moment. Because they were so raw. The confusion and lack of understanding of what was happening came through in a way that…that was chilling. I’ve seen it many times now, and I still think it’s terrifying. Now that we know that it was a virus, the events are a little easier to understand.

And to categorize as something that wasn’t paranormal?

Yes…and the early reports make it seem as if it were something like that, something paranormal.

What happened next, after you and Jane and Lorie...and of course Ivan— she smiled, —settled into some sort of routine?

Well, the next significant event was that the quarantine was lifted and the military personnel left.

What was that like?

"It was a huge relief—to find out that we weren’t infected, all traces of the virus in the environment were gone, and that we could be reconnected to the rest of the country. I had never even begun to expect that we wouldn’t be reconnected, but now I realize that was a real possibility. We were very lucky to be reconnected, and for the quarantine to have been so short."

Mallory nodded.

Helicopters continued to fly over us and drop supplies, Sven said, because even though the quarantine was lifted, the supermarkets didn’t reopen and there wasn’t exactly a big push as far as getting people and businesses back into Virginia. That’s still a problem, with people continuing to leave Virginia now. I think it’ll probably be years before things begin to get back to normal there. Sven shook his head.

So at that point, Sven went on, we were there and we were getting supplies, but we were still confused about what was happening. We were glad that the quarantine was over, but we weren’t exactly sure what we would be doing with our lives from then on. I don’t think anyone had any real ideas for us as far as what we should have been doing next, besides just more waiting.

3

How much weight did you lose, Mallory said, if you don’t mind me asking?

I don’t mind. I lost sixty-two pounds. I don’t exactly look like a personal trainer anymore, but I’m getting stronger again. I don’t think I’ll ever be as big as I used to be, so now I’m concentrating on improving my strength-to-weight ratio. It’s a fun metric to work out by.

Wow, that is a lot of weight to lose, but I think you’ve recovered very well since then. Mallory looked Sven up and down. Can you tell me something about the letters that you, Jane, and Lorie began to receive while you were still in Virginia?

Sven smiled. Sure. The first batch we got, well that whole experience was weird. I remember I was down in the basement, just thinking, and Lorie came down and told me that the mail truck was outside. I couldn’t believe it, but I guess it made sense, what with the quarantine being over. So I went upstairs and outside, and there it was, a mail truck, with a mailman, too. It wasn’t the mailman I knew. It was a new guy. Sven paused. "I remember seeing this guy and thinking how tan and wiry he was. He looked like a guy that carried mail, and not someone who just drove a truck. Anyway, he came up the path to the door, said hello, and dropped off a large bag of mail for us. I mean the bag was overflowing with letters and small packages.

"I didn’t think that all of that mail could be for us, so I told the mailman there was some kind of mistake. He smiled, and told me that he was sure it was for us. Jane, Lorie, and I all looked at each other, confused, but I didn’t try to argue. The mailman seemed nervous that first time, and left quickly, but he became a regular visitor and we got friendly with him over time. Sometimes he would stay over for some sweet tea—Jane makes some great sweet tea—and talk to us. So after he left, we took that first batch of mail inside—after poking it with a stick a few times—and