Free Deadland's Harvest by Rachel Aukes

drop a bag, letting the survivors make their way to their families and friends on their own. But, if I were in Bill’s shoes, this close to my family…
    “Damn it,” I muttered and dropped in the rest of the flaps. There was no way I couldn’t not land. I may have lost my parents, but if it was Clutch or Jase down there, I would have to see for myself. Bill deserved the same.
    I lined up for a long final approach. I wanted to land as short as possible because neither the length nor the width of the street was forgiving for a botched landing. My grip was firm on the yoke. I had to get it right. The stall warning sounded, and the ground came up quickly. The wheels hit hard. The plane bounced before settling down. I stepped on the brakes to stop faster than I could with a taildragger.
    I pulled off my headset and looked around to find no zeds running out to greet us. I bit my lip. “Well, that wasn’t my finest landing.”
    “We didn’t crash, so I consider it a success,” Clutch said.
    Jase tapped my shoulder. “I’ll cover you while you get lined up for takeoff.”
    I nodded and opened the door. I brought my seat forward. He squeezed out from behind me and hopped outside. Bill leaned between Clutch and me as I started to taxi back the opposite direction I’d landed. Jase walked alongside the Cessna as I taxied, ready to take out any random zed that came at us.
    “What are you doing?” Bill asked. “You’re going past the dorms.”
    “We’ll check them out on foot. First, I need the plane ready in case we need to make a quick takeoff.”
    He muttered something and leaned back. Suddenly, I found myself pressed forward against the yoke as he squeezed passed me. “Hey!”
    Bill jumped out of the plane and ran back toward the dorms, carrying the bag of letters.
    “Idiot,” Clutch muttered.
    I shook my head. “He’s going to get himself killed.” I taxied the plane all the way back to the eastern edge of the street and turned around, setting the plane up for an immediate takeoff. “I’m half tempted to just leave him and head back.”
    As I cut the engine, Jase walked around the front, still scanning the area.
    Clutch grabbed his rifle.
    I put my hand on his forearm and fought to say the words I needed to say. “You should stay with the plane, in case we need to make a quick takeoff.” I inhaled before he had a chance to speak. “You know us. Jase and I won’t do anything stupid. We’re just going to check on the dorms, that’s it.”
    “I know. I trust both of you. It’s the other guy I don’t trust.”
    “We’ll be wheels up in ten minutes. You stay here and sweep for us in case zeds start trickling this way. Okay?”
    He sat there, gripping his rifle. After a moment, he hit his legs, startling me.
    “I hate this. I fucking hate this,” he said before tilting his head back against the headrest.
    My heart ached for him. “I know,” I said softly and touched his cheek. “This is a temporary inconvenience, that’s all. You’ll be walking soon. I know it. We just have to take it one day at a time.”
    His lips tightened. “I’ll see you in ten.”
    After a moment, I dropped my hand, unbuckled, grabbed my gear, and climbed out.
    “Be careful,” he said suddenly. “I’ve got a bad vibe about this place.”
    I gave a small nod and walked away, glancing back to see Clutch already focused on scanning the area.
    Jase came up to my side. Looking around, he gave an exaggerated shiver. “This place gives me the creeps. Everything’s been trampled. There’s not even a shrub left.”
    To my right was a parking lot filled with cars. Most were parked askew, as though they’d been forcibly shoved out of their parking space and into the spot next to them. A couple had even been rolled over. I hadn’t seen any mobile zeds, but no survivors came out to greet us, either. Both would’ve heard us fly over.
    I slung my spear onto my shoulder and kept my rifle ready. “Let’s make this quick.”
    We