“You gonna kill us?” she growled as she rose, her voice thick with hatred. “A bunch of kids?”
They circled each other. Meanwhile, Niko dug in his backpack for the gun. Sahalia had come around the back of my stand of trees. She grabbed me to her. She clung to me, hugging me.
Josie launched forward through the air. Almost like flying. She tackled the soldier. He took a swing at her but missed.
“I can’t get a shot. I can’t get a shot!” Niko shouted, trying to aim the gun at the O soldier. His hands were shaking.
Then Josie was on top of him, sitting with her legs over his shoulders. She started punching the soldier on either side of his head in alternation. She was just whaling on him.
“Big guy?”
He was kicking, then more weakly.
“You kill kids?”
She lifted his head and banged it down. On a rock, I think, because there was an awful sound.
“You’re tough?”
Again she banged down his head. Again the sick thud. Again.
Josie grabbed the soldier by the hair and screamed in his bloody face.
“You kill kids, huh?”
Only he was already dead. His legs weren’t moving and his face was splattered with darkness. His head, actually, seemed to not be the right shape anymore.
“You gonna kill us?” Josie asked him again.
And another thud.
“He’s dead,” Niko said.
She banged his head again.
“Josie, he’s dead!” Niko shouted.
He dropped the gun and lurched forward toward her.
“No!” she shrieked, backing up. “Get back!”
“It’s okay, JoJo. You’re going to be okay.” Niko tried to reassure her. He had his hands up, as if to show her he meant no harm.
Niko scrambled to the dead soldier’s body. He pushed him over, scrambling to grab one of the high-tech air masks on his belt.
“Put a mask on!” Niko pleaded through his own. “Let me get a mask for you! You’ll feel better.”
Sahalia darted forward to try to help Niko get the mask.
“No,” Josie sobbed, backing up.
Batiste stepped forward.
“Josie, you saved us. It’s over now.”
“Aaaaargh!” Josie cried. She wiped her bloody hands over her face.
Then she turned and ran.
“Josie!” Niko cried. “Don’t go!”
“Josie!” we all screamed.
But she ran away.
I think she might have killed us if she stayed.
* * *
Niko started sobbing. There is no other word for it.
He just crumpled down over the legs of the dead soldier and sobbed.
I didn’t know what to do. I sat down.
Sahalia went over and kind of rubbed Niko’s back.
Batiste kept screaming for Josie.
Max was whimpering. He was in pain.
Ulysses climbed down from the tree and went and got Max’s boot from where it got stuck under the root, and for a long while, that’s all the movement there was.
Just fat Ulysses, trying to help his friend get his boot on.
Then, Niko sat up. He very methodically stripped the gun belt off the soldier’s corpse. He took the high-tech orange air mask #1 from the belt, then took his own mask off and quickly switched, putting the better one on.
We could now hear his breathing. He was still having those leftover sobs. The sporadic ones. We could hear because the high-tech mask had some kind of a speaker built in.
Niko took the other mask over to Max.
He moved slowly, but purposefully, like someone chronically depressed or very, very tired.
“Hold your breath,” he told Max. I couldn’t get over how well I could hear his voice. Like, better than if he didn’t have a mask on at all.
He ripped Max’s mask off and put the high-tech orange mask #2 in its place.
We could hear Max draw in a big breath. It sounded wet in there.
Max sputtered, and then he said, “I’m sorry, Niko.”
I thought to myself that we all were.
And Niko said, “I know.”
Niko stripped the soldier bare. He left him in his underwear but even took his socks.
The socks he put on Max, then he put the soldier’s boots on Max, then he put the soldier’s coat on Max.
To their credit, neither Batiste nor Ulysses said a word about fair.
Niko put the soldier’s pants on over his own layers. I guess he thought they would be too long for Max.
The vials were flares and I got to wear the belt.
“I’m hungry,” Max said, his voice sounding small. “Is there any food?”
“We have to get somewhere safe,” Niko said. “Then we’ll eat and drink.”
“Like where?” moaned Sahalia.
“Another car?” Niko said.
There was something so bleak about his voice, even Sahalia knew not to press him further.
He walked and we followed.
* * *
Josie was following us. I was sure of it.
There were sounds, coming from behind us. Snaps in the brush. Twigs breaking.
I was pretty sure.
Then I saw Niko perk up, after he heard the sounds, too.
“Niko, did you notice that Josie, even when in that enraged O-monster state, was able to form full sentences?” I asked him quietly.
“I didn’t notice, but yes. I think you’re right.”
“Dean couldn’t speak that way when he attacked me,” I continued. “Maybe Josie’s—”
Niko held up his hand to shush me. And he whispered, “Let’s not talk about her. We might scare her away.”
Then his pace picked up some.
What Niko did next was a total surprise to me. He told us a story.
“You know, we’re probably not going to have to walk much farther.”
“Why not?” said Max in a thick voice.
“Mrs. Wooly.”
“What do you mean?” asked Sahalia.
“She’s out looking for us, of course.”
Sahalia snorted.
“Really?” Batiste asked.
“Of course,” Niko said. “She’s got a new bus, I bet. Or maybe a minivan. She’s out driving around looking for us.”
“What’s in the bus? Ulysses wants to know,” Max said.
“Well, it’s a really nice bus. So of course, it has a kitchen stocked with food and drinks.”
“What kind of food and drinks?” Batiste asked.
“Um…” Niko thought for a moment. I had the sense his imagination couldn’t quite keep up with his own narrative.
“There’s a tray of sandwiches,” I joined in. “With plastic wrap over it. Like from a deli. And there’s potato salad and macaroni salad and pickles. To drink there’s pop, but also fresh-squeezed orange juice.”
“You know what’s cool about the bus?” Sahalia added.
I thought she’d say “nothing.”
But instead she said, “It’s got beds in it. I’m serious. These white beds with clean sheets and fluffy duvets.”
“What are duvets?” Max asked.
“They’re these comforters stuffed with feathers and they’re incredibly soft and warm. Like sleeping under a cloud.”
“Well, where’s she going to take us?” Max asked.
“I’ll tell you where…,” Niko said.
We walked for a moment as Niko thought.
“To Alaska,” he said. “We’re just going to drive straight there.”
It was good, to talk about something real.
I know that sounds stupid because, of course, what we were talking about was totally fantasy.
But one month ago, what would have been more far-fetched: a ride in a van stocked with sandwiches and beds, or a series of environmental catastrophes that would leave us in a dark world filled with corpses and monsters?
We talked about Mrs. Wooly for a g
ood long while.
No one bothered us or attacked us.
And every once in a while I caught the sound of someone trailing us.
And I was happy, because I knew it was Josie.
And Niko did, too.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
DEAN
DAY 14
The cadets jumped down onto us, forcing us backward down the staircase.
They screamed war cries and were laughing with the raw exhilaration true bullies feel.
Punching and kicking and pushing, they whaled on us as they pushed us down to the bottom of the stairs.
I fell to the cement floor, bashing my head and my shoulder. Something tore inside my shoulder. It screamed in protest, and I had trouble gathering up my body again. I felt jumbled and frozen with the pain of it.
I just lay back down on the floor.
“Zarember, go get Anna and the others,” the lead cadet ordered. “Tell them the sweet little sissies opened right up for us.”
One of the two cadets started back up the stairs.
I saw Jake sit up, shaking his head to clear it, trying to recover.
“Mickey?” Jake said. “Mickey Zarember?”
The figure on the stairs stopped and turned.
“Who are you?” he asked.
He had short brown hair and a huge bruise on one side of his face.
“Jake Simonsen. Remember me? I was a prospective at the Academy … I stayed with Jamie—”
“Holy crap, Payton,” Mickey Zarember said, coming back down the stairs. “I do know this kid. Jake. He stayed with Jamie Delgado. This kid can hold his liquor!”
Mickey wanted to cross to Jake, you could feel it, but he waited for a nod from Payton. Payton did not nod.
He swaggered over to Jake himself.
“So we know you, huh, kid? Lucky for you. Pretty darn lucky.”
Payton gave Jake a hand and pulled him to his feet. He pulled Jake real close, right up to his face.
“Cadet Lieutenant Colonel Bradley Payton, squadron commander of the Fightin’ Fourth,” he said. “And you are?”
“Jake Simonsen … sir,” Jake answered, finding his footing.
“Pleased to make your acquaintance, Jake,” Payton said, his face just inches away from Jake’s. Then he released his grip and Jake backed away a step and looked at the floor.
“I hope you got a lot of food, kid. ’Cause we’re starving.”
“Yeah, totally, whatever we got is yours.” Jake grinned, the model of jocularity. “We have more than we can use!”
I shot him a look.
Jake smiled right at me and I read total terror behind that smile.
There were five of them, including Payton, and a little girl. The girl was somehow wearing a white jacket that wasn’t filthy. She looked strange and withdrawn.
“This is Anna. She’s my niece and she’s our little decoy. Our lucky charm.” Payton ruffled her hair. “Like a rabbit’s foot. Only don’t touch her. Nobody touches her. It’s one of our rules. That’s because she’s my cousin.”
The girl looked far, far away. She smoothed her hair down with utter detachment.
None of them had an air mask or was wearing any layers so that meant they were all either AB (paranoia) or B (sexual dysfunction). They had guns. Shotguns and handguns. Each one seemed to be packing something.
As they clattered down the staircase, my mind was racing a million miles an hour.
Could I somehow go out and warn Astrid?
Would she know to stay hidden and not come hollering to see what had happened?
Most of all, how were we going to get them to leave?
It was obvious that Payton was paranoid. He seemed crazy and very aggressive.
After he’d helped Jake up, Payton saw the wrapped-up bodies in the corner and went right over to them. I cursed myself for not covering them up.
Payton poked them with the barrel of his handgun.
“Naughty, naughty!” he said, wagging a finger at Jake. “Somebody’s been killing grown-ups! We’re going to have to keep an eye on you. And your friend, too.”
What’s your name, honey?” he said. He strode over to look into my air mask.
“Dean.”
“Dean. I get it! Like the dean of a school!”
Payton was at least twenty, maybe twenty-one or twenty-two. Broadly built. His crew cut was brown and there were little dots of dried blood on his face. From a splatter that was not his own.
His eyes were the color of yellow mud.
“Hey, Deano.” He tapped on my air mask with his gun. “What are you, O or A or AB or what? Is that your handiwork over there?” He nodded toward the bodies in the corner.
“I’m A,” I lied.
“Well, then we’d better get you out of here before you start to peel, son.” He winked at me.
He turned to Jake. The last of his group were filing down the stairs.
“Well? Let’s eat!” Payton boomed. “Come on, Dean and Jake Simonsen, you two lead the way!”
One of the other cadets hauled me up and I cried out from the pain in my shoulder.
“Oh now, don’t whine. I hate whiners!” Payton tut-tutted.
“Wait,” I croaked as the cadet manhandled me toward the two main doors.
“What?” Payton shouted. “What did you say?”
“Be cool, Dean,” Jake said, anxiety heavy in his falsely light tone.
“The hatch,” I said, talking loudly so I could be heard through my mask. “We need to close the hatch.”
Payton looked at me as if he were seeing me for the first time.
“Brilliant! Yes! Of course we need to close the hatch. I like this kid. I like these kids, Zarember! Nice work!”
And he threw his arm around me.
My shoulder screamed, but I kept my mouth shut.
* * *
Jake and I walked them toward the Food aisles (and away from the House).
My every agonized step was a prayer for Astrid to get the kids and hide, hide, hide.
The cadets whooped and started tearing into the cookies and chips and crackers.
Jake and I thought we were forgotten for a moment. I took my mask off and rubbed at my face. My whole body was covered in a cold sweat.
It was stupid, but I was almost glad my glasses were lost and broken, somewhere outside near the palette loader. Maybe I looked cooler and tougher without them.
Instinct told me coolness and toughness had suddenly become survival qualities.
A cadet came and stood watch over us.
“Dude,” Jake said to the cadet. “Aren’t you hungry?”
The cadet clearly wanted to be eating but had his orders.
“Shut up!” he growled.
“We’re not going anywhere,” Jake said, as friendly as could be.
“I said shut up before I have to put an end to your chatter with the end of my Smith and Wesson!” the kid snarled. He was shorter than us, with camouflage grease paint all over his face and through his hair. He also had a lame, scraggly mustache.
I nicknamed him Greasy.
We watched them gorge themselves, eating and drinking and spraying one another with soda.
If we hadn’t seen the kids by now, there was a very good chance that Astrid had gotten them all into hiding, wasn’t there?
Jake and I glanced at each other from time to time and that seemed to be what he was saying to me. It was definitely what I was trying to tell him.
And how the hell had Astrid managed to keep Luna quiet? I remembered reading something about mothers in World War II who’d had to smother their own babies to keep them from crying and revealing the position of the family to the Gestapo. I felt sick. How was she keeping Luna quiet?
“You guys made out like bandits!” Payton said, coming to stand with us. He held an open box of Chex mix. He offered it to us. “You want some?”
“No, thank you,” I said.
“No, thank you…?”
“No, thank you, sir.” br />
“That’s more like it. Listen, you don’t know anything about us so let me elucidate for you. I am a second-class cadet. The rest of these losers are doolies. Fourth year. Like freshmen. That means I outrank them. That means they do whatever I say and then no one gets hurt!”
He threw his arm around me and I saw stars. I whimpered a bit and Jake shot a look at me.
“You know what I realized,” Jake said. “I never asked how you guys met Brayden.”
Payton looked blank for a moment and then he laughed.
“Effin’ Brayden. Oh Lord. He wants to know how we met Brayden!” he shouted to the gorging cadets. “We met him on the bus.”
I felt my insides turn to ice.
“What bus?” Jake asked, bluffing.
“We ambushed the bus, Jake, don’t play stupid. We ambushed the bus and that’s how we found out about this place. One of the little squirts told us exactly where to come.”
Oh my God, he was about to say that he’d killed my brother? What would I do? What would I do if he said that?
“We told them not to leave,” Jake lied.
He was sweating. Jake was shaking and sweating.
“Stupid idiots! Why would they ever leave here?” Payton agreed. He munched another handful of Chex. “Oh, I know. They wanted to save Brayden. Well, he died.”
“Yeah?” Jake asked.
“To tell you the truth, we killed him. He kept moaning and moaning. Oh Lord, it was driving me crazy. So I had to ask one of my guys to smother him. I couldn’t take that moaning anymore. I hate moaners.”
Payton looked sidelong at Jake, assessing his reaction indirectly.
Jake nodded. “Me, too.” He looked gray.
“They never would have made it to a hospital anyway,” Payton continued. “Nope, we kicked those losers off the bus. I believe they were going to try to make it to Denver on foot. Idiots.”
My brother, Niko, Josie, and the rest were now on foot. Or had been, whenever this ambush had happened. I felt sick to my stomach.
“But you know what, I made a mistake when I let them go,” Payton said. He looked around the Food aisles, and saw that Anna was drifting away toward the nuts and trail mix—out of ear shot. “I should have kept that sweet little girly on the bus!”
Payton elbowed Jake.
“I bet you miss her, right?” he said to Jake. “Did you have yourself a little good-bye party before she set off?”
He was talking about Josie or Sahalia.