Vacancy: The Last Lodge on Earth

By Kailin Gow and Kira G.

Schitt's Creek Meets Stranger Things AND the Walking Dead...

I moved with my mother from Hollywood, California to a small town in Texas.
I thought my life was over, but...
It was the move that would save our lives when the world suddenly turned crazy!

**The Last Lodge on Earth Series s a YA Fantasy Action Adventure with a nod to Chronicles of Narnia, Stranger Things, and the Walking Dead and is appropriate for age 14 and up!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Golden Scroll Publishing
• Release date: Dec 13, 2022
• ISBN: 9781597481281

Kailin Gow

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"I think that this building has just proven to us why it is called the Last Lodge on Earth."

~ Grandpa Sam

Last Lodge on Earth is dedicated to the fighters within us.

I moved with my mother from Hollywood, California to a small town in Texas.

I thought my life was over, but...

It was the move that would save our lives when the world suddenly turned crazy!

**The Last Lodge on Earth Series s a YA Fantasy Action Adventure with a nod to Chronicles of Narnia, Harry Potter, and the Walking Dead and is appropriate for age 14 and up!

PROLOGUE

When Sh*t Hits the Fan

San Angelo, Texas

Present

SOME MOVEMENT OVER by the intersection, Kimberly called out.

Tell us what’s happening, Mom said.

Three men are crossing the street and...  Oh, my God.  It’s one of them.  A zombie is coming from the other direction, heading straight toward the three men.  Ew, she said with a grimace.  The three men ganged up on the zombie.  They’re...  They’re...  Oh, yes!  They destroyed the bugger.

I looked at my mom.  People are ready to fight, I said.  We’re not alone in this.

Oh, damn, Kimberly said.  Three zombies... no five... oh, crap, a dozen of them.  Holding her hands up over her mouth, she cried.  They’re all over the three men.  Oh, my God.

Turning away from the scene, she leaned over the edge of the bucket and threw up.

Keep watching, Kimberly, Nick urged.

Kenzie jumped up on the loader’s huge tire and climbed up to join his sister in the bucket.  They’re heading this way, he shouted.

How many?

A dozen.  Maybe two.  He pulled out his slingshot and put a pellet in the pouch.

Don’t shoot yet, Grandpa warned.  You have to let them get close enough.

We need to climb up, too, Nick said.  We need a few sharp shooters up there to fend them off.

Grandpa didn’t hesitate.  He climbed up to the cabin of the bulldozer and climbed onto its roof.  I’ve got them, he said taking aim.

Should we climb up as well? I said.

No, Nick said.  We need to stay down here, ready for them if they break through.

Get ready, Kenzie, Grandpa shouted.  Aim for the guys in front.  Aim between the eyes.

I’m ready, too, Kimberly said, recovering from her episode.

Let them get closer, Grandpa said.  Closer.  A little closer.

They’re almost here, Kenzie said, his voice high with stress.

Just a few more steps... and...  Grandpa licked his lips, pulled back on the elastic pouch and took aim.

Kenzie and Kimberly followed suit.

Ready!  Now!

I have a hit! Kenzie shouted.

Me, too.  I got him! Kimberly echoes.

And, it’s a hit, Grandpa said.

Yes! Mom and I shouted.

Load up and take them down the next line, Grandpa said.

Got him, Kenzie said.

Crap.  I missed, Kimberly said.

Another one down. Grandpa quickly reloaded.

Get ready down there, Kenzie shouted as he shot yet another one.

We’re ready, Nick said, loading up and taking aim.  He looked to my mom.  Shelby?

Ready.

Maura?

I’d been loaded up for a few minutes.  I’m ready.

At the very moment that my words passed my lips, the first zombie slithered through a narrow crack in the barricade.

ONE

Vacancy

5 Days Ago – Los Angeles

MY MOTHER WASN’T HER usual self.  Typically, so radiant and happy, she was now tense and distracted, like her mind and soul were somewhere else.

She’d been that way a lot lately, sometimes staring off into space, other times staring blankly at the book or newspaper in front of her.

This lasagna is really great, I said, taking another big bite of the cheesy and tasty lasagna.  I wanted to do anything to break the tension.

Glad you like it, honey, Mom said with a smile that faded just as quickly as it appeared.

Is everything okay?  The words were on the tip of my tongue, but I didn’t dare ask.  Did I not want to know?

Did you make anything for dessert, Shelby? I said, eager for something sweet after dinner.

My mother glared at me.  What did I tell you about calling me by my name?

I’m sixteen years old, Shelby.  I feel silly calling you Mom.

And I’m thirty-eight years old and I called my mother Mom until the day she died, and I still call my father Dad... so don’t give me the ‘I’m too old to call you Mom’ argument.

Fine... Mom.  What about dessert? I said, asking the pertinent question once more.

Mom looked out the dining room window, staring out into nothing like she so often did these days.

Mom?

She looked at me with a tense smile and stood.  Go pack your things, Maura.

My things?  What things?

The things that you’ll want to bring with you.

Bring where?  Mom... what are you saying?

We’re leaving, she said flatly.  We’re leaving LA.

What?  Now?

No questions, she said as she took my plate out from in front of me.  Go.

Staring at my empty placemat, I stood up and watched my mother as she grabbed a lunch container and slipped my lasagna into it.

But I didn’t finish eating.  I’m really hungry.  I barely had anything for lunch and...

You can eat in the car.

But...

Maura, she said, her voice stern.

Nodding, I went to my bedroom with a hundred questions going through my head.

Despite the tension in the house, the minute I entered my perfectly designed and decorated room, I couldn’t help but smile.

I’d put so much time into decorating it just so.  The four-poster bed was draped with golden tulle into which I’d twisted tiny white lights that gave me the illusion of looking up at the stars when I went to bed.

The super thick mattress made my bed so high; I almost needed a step stool to get on.

I ran my hand over the super light, baby pink duvet that had a sprinkling of tiny white flowers across one side.  I loved that duvet.

The furniture was all white, from the dresser to the nightstand, to the armoire... all of it.  Beautiful, classic, charming... so me.

Maura, Mom called from the door, breaking into my thoughts.  Pack.  Take only your favorite outfits and important things.  Whatever will fit in your carry-on suitcase and backpack.

Yes, Mom.

Where are we going?  How long will we be gone?  Will I ever see my things again?  My room?  My meticulously decorated room?

Everything had meaning.  Everything in that room was my favorite.  The art on the walls that I had so painstakingly rendered, a self-portrait in oil, a field of flowers in watercolors, a colorful bird in acrylic.  Did I really have to leave it all behind? 

The figurines in the curio that I loved so much.  I’d been collecting Beatles memorabilia for years and most of it was on display.  Figurines of Paul, John, George and, my favorite, Ringo, were front and center in their Sergeant Pepper uniforms.  I even had two drumsticks that were said to have once been in Ringo’s hands.

Mom, I muttered to myself.  How can you ask me to leave all this behind? 

I turned to the faux mini bear rug at the side of my bed.  Every morning, I lovingly rub my feet on the long fur... so soothing... such a great way to start the day.

Where do I begin packing?

I went into the large walk-in closet that I’d transformed into a mini gaming room.  Three monitors were set up in an arch around the gaming console.  There was no way I could bring any of it.

Would I still be able to compete once we were gone?  I’d become so good and hated the thought of not playing anymore.

In the corner, beyond the gaming set up, was the beautiful Beatles carry-on hard suitcase that my father, Simon, had given me.

I pulled it out of the corner and brought it out and plopped it on the bed.  It was one of the last connections that I had with my father.

Simon Sinclair.  My memories of him faded with every year that he was gone.  I sometimes had a flash of a smile, or the passing scent of