Zoe's Tale

  But I was wrong. John and Jane found the hunting party, but before they could drag them back, the creatures in the woods ambushed them all. Gutierrez and all his men were killed in the attack. Jane was stabbed in the gut. John chased after the fleeing creatures and caught up with them at the tree line, where they attacked another colonist at his homestead. That colonist was Hiram Yoder, one of the Mennonites who helped save the colony by training the rest of us how to plant and farm without the help of computerized machinery. He was a pacifist and didn’t try to fight the creatures. They killed him anyway.

  In the space of a couple of hours, six colonists were dead, and we learned that we weren’t alone on Roanoke—and what was here with us was getting used to hunting us.

  But I was more worried about my mom.

  “You can’t see her yet,” Dad said to me. “Dr. Tsao is working on her right now.”

  “Is she going to be okay?” I asked.

  “She’ll be okay,” Dad said. “She said it was not as bad as it looked.”

  “How bad did it look?” I asked him.

  “It looked bad,” Dad said, and then realized that honesty wasn’t really what I was looking for at the moment. “But, look, she ran after those things after she’d been wounded. If she had been really injured, she wouldn’t have been able to do that, right? Your mom knows her own body. I think she’ll be fine. And anyway, she’s being worked on right now. I wouldn’t be at all surprised if she’s walking around like nothing happened by this time tomorrow.”

  “You don’t have to lie to me,” I said, although per the previous comment he was actually telling me what I wanted to hear.

  “I’m not lying,” Dad said. “Dr. Tsao is excellent at what she does. And your mom is a very fast healer these days.”

  “Are you okay?” I asked.

  “I’ve had better days,” he said, and something flat and tired in his voice made me decide not to press the matter any further. I gave him a hug and told him I was going to visit Gretchen and would be over there for a while, in order to stay out of his hair.

  Night was falling as I stepped out of our bungalow. I looked out toward Croatoan’s gate and saw colonists streaming in from their homesteads; no one, it seemed, wanted to spend the night outside the walls of the colony village. I didn’t blame them one bit.

  I turned to head to Gretchen’s and was mildly surprised to see her striding up under full steam. “We have a problem,” she said to me.

  “What is it?” I said.

  “Our idiot friend Magdy has taken a group of his friends into the forest,” Gretchen said.

  “Oh, God,” I said. “Tell me Enzo isn’t with him.”

  “Of course Enzo’s with him,” Gretchen said. “Enzo’s always with him. Trying to talk sense to him even as he’s following him right off a cliff.”

  SEVENTEEN

  The four of us moved as silently as we could into the forest, from the place where Gretchen had seen Magdy, Enzo and their two friends go into the tree line. We listened for their sounds; none of them had been trained to move quietly. It wasn’t a good thing for them, especially if the creatures decided to hunt them. It was better for us, because we wanted to track them. We listened for our friends on the ground, we watched and listened for movement in the trees. We already knew whatever they were could track us. We hoped we might be able to track them, too.

  In the distance, we heard rustling, as if of quick, hurried movement. We headed that direction, Gretchen and I taking point, Hickory and Dickory fast behind.

  Gretchen and I had been training for months, learning how to move, how to defend ourselves, how to fight and how to kill, if it was necessary. Tonight, any part of what we learned might have to be used. We might have to fight. We might even have to kill.

  I was so scared that if I stopped running, I think I would have collapsed into a ball and never gotten up.

  I didn’t stop running. I kept going. Trying to find Enzo and Magdy before something else did. Trying to find them, and to save them.

  “After Gutierrez left, Magdy didn’t see any point in keeping our story quiet anymore, so he started blabbing to his friends,” Gretchen had told me. “He was giving people the idea that he’d actually faced these things and had managed to keep them off while the rest of us were getting away.”

  “Idiot,” I said.

  “When you parents came back without the hunting party, a group of his friends came to him about organizing a search,” Gretchen said. “Which was actually just an excuse for a bunch of them to stalk through the forest with guns. My dad caught wind of this and tried to step on its head. He reminded them that five adults just went into the forest and didn’t come out. I thought that was the end of it, but now I hear that Magdy just waited until my dad went to go visit yours before gathering up some like-minded idiots to head off into the woods.”

  “Didn’t anyone notice them heading off?” I asked.

  “They told people they were going to do a little target practice on Magdy’s parents’ homestead,” Gretchen said. “No one’s going to complain about them doing that right about now. Once they got there they just took off. The rest of Magdy’s family is here in town like everyone else. No one knows they’re missing.”

  “How’d you find out about this?” I asked. “It’s not like Magdy would tell you this right now.”

  “His little group left someone behind,” Gretchen said. “Isaiah Miller was going to go with him, but his dad wouldn’t let him have the rifle for ‘target practice.’ I heard him complaining about that and then basically intimidated the rest of it out of him.”

  “Has he told anybody else?” I asked.

  “I don’t think so,” Gretchen said. “Now that he’s had time to think about it I don’t think he wants to get in trouble. But we should tell someone.”

  “We’ll cause a panic if we do,” I said. “Six people have already died. If we tell people four more people—four kids—have gone off into the woods, people will go insane. Then we’ll have more people heading off with guns and more people dying, either by these things or by accidentally shooting each other because they’re so wired up.”

  “What do you want to do, then?” Gretchen asked.

  “We’ve been training for this, Gretchen,” I said.

  Gretchen’s eyes got very wide. “Oh, no,” she said. “Zoë, I love you, but that’s loopy. There’s no way you’re getting me out there to be a target for these things again, and there’s no way I’m going to let you go out there.”

  “It wouldn’t just be us,” I said. “Hickory and Dickory—”

  “Hickory and Dickory are going to tell you you’re nuts, too,” Gretchen said. “They just spent months teaching you how to defend yourself, and you think they’re going to be at all happy with you putting yourself out there for something to use as spear practice. I don’t think so.”

  “Let’s ask them,” I said.

  “Miss Gretchen is correct,” Hickory said to me, once I called for it and Dickory. “This is a very bad idea. Major Perry and Lieutenant Sagan are the ones who should deal with this matter.”

  “My dad’s got the whole rest of the colony to worry about at the moment,” I said. “And Mom’s in the medical bay, getting fixed from when she dealt with this the last time.”

  “You don’t think that tells you something?” Gretchen said. I turned on her, a little angry, and she held up a hand. “Sorry, Zoë. That came out wrong. But think about it. Your mom was a Special Forces soldier. She fought things for a living. And if she came out of this with a wound bad enough for her to spend her night in the medical bay, it means that whatever is out there is serious business.”

  “Who else can do this?” I asked. “Mom and Dad went after that hunting party on their own for a reason—they had been trained to fight and deal with experiences like that. Anyone else would have gotten themselves killed. They can’t go after Magdy and Enzo right now. If anyone else goes after them, they’re going to be in just as much danger as t
hose two and their other friends. We’re the only ones who can do this.”

  “Don’t get angry at me for saying this,” Gretchen said. “But it sounds like you’re excited to do this. Like you want to go out there and fight something.”

  “I want to find Enzo and Magdy,” I said. “That’s all I want to do.”

  “We should inform your father,” Hickory said.

  “If we inform my father he’ll tell us no,” I said. “And the longer we talk about this the longer it’s going to take to find our friends.”

  Hickory and Dickory put their heads together and clacked quietly for a minute. “This is not a good idea,” Hickory said, finally. “But we will help you.”

  “Gretchen?” I asked.

  “I’m trying to decide if Magdy is worth it,” she said.

  “Gretchen,” I said.

  “It’s a joke,” she said. “The sort you make when you’re about to wet your pants.”

  “If we are to do this,” Hickory said. “We must do it on the assumption that we will engage in combat. You have been trained with firearms and hand weapons. You must be prepared to use them if necessary.”

  “I understand,” I said. Gretchen nodded.

  “Then let us get ready,” Hickory said. “And let us do so quietly.”

  Any confidence that I had any idea what I was doing left me the moment we entered the forest, when the running through the trees brought me back to the last time I raced through them at night, some unknown thing or things pacing us invisibly. The difference between now and then was that I had been trained and prepared to fight. I thought it would make a difference in how I felt.

  It didn’t. I was scared. And not just a little.

  The rustling, rushing sound we had heard was getting closer to us and heading right for us, on the ground and moving fast. The four of us halted and hid and prepared ourselves to deal with whatever was coming at us.

  Two human forms burst out of the brush and ran in a straight line past where Gretchen and I were hiding. Hickory and Dickory grabbed them as they passed by them; the boys screamed in terror as Hickory and Dickory took them down. Their rifles went skidding across the ground.

  Gretchen and I rushed over to them and tried to calm them down. Being human helped.

  Neither was Enzo or Magdy.

  “Hey,” I said, as soothingly as I could, to the one closest to me. “Hey. Relax. You’re safe. Relax.” Gretchen was doing the same to the other one. Eventually I recognized who they were: Albert Yoo and Michel Gruber. Both Albert and Michel were people I had long filed away under the “kind of a twit” category, so I didn’t spend any more time with them than I had to. They had returned the favor.

  “Albert,” I said, to the one closest to me. “Where are Enzo and Magdy?”

  “Get your thing off of me!” Albert said. Dickory was still restraining him.

  “Dickory,” I said. It let Albert go. “Where are Enzo and Magdy?” I repeated.

  “I don’t know,” Albert said. “We got separated. Those things in the trees started chanting at us and Michel and I got spooked and took off.”

  “Chanting?” I asked.

  “Or singing or clicking or whatever,” Albert said. “We were walking along, looking for these things when all these noises started coming out of the trees. Like they were trying to show us that they had snuck up on us without us even knowing.”

  This worried me. “Hickory?” I asked.

  “There is nothing significant in the trees,” it said. I relaxed a little.

  “They surrounded us,” Albert said. “And then Magdy took a shot at them. And then things really got loud. Michel and I got out of there. We just ran. We didn’t see where Magdy and Enzo went.”

  “How long ago was this?” I asked.

  “I don’t know,” Albert said. “Ten minutes, fifteen. Something like that.”

  “Show us where you came from,” I said. Albert pointed. I nodded. “Get up,” I said. “Dickory will take you and Michel back to the tree line. You can get back from there.”

  “I’m not going anywhere with that thing,” Michel said, his first contribution to the evening.

  “Okay, then you have two choices,” I said. “Stay here and hope we come back for you before these things do, or hope that you make it to the tree line before they catch up with you. Or you can let Dickory help you and maybe survive. Your choice.” I said it a little more forcefully than I had to, but I was annoyed that this idiot didn’t want help staying alive.

  “Okay,” he said.

  “Good,” I said. I picked up their rifles and handed them to Dickory, and took his. “Take them to the tree line near Magdy’s homestead. Don’t give them back their rifles until you get there. Come back and find us as soon as you can.” Dickory nodded, intimidated Albert and Michel into movement, and headed off.

  “I never liked them,” Gretchen said as they left.

  “I can see why,” I said, and gave Dickory’s rifle to Hickory. “Come on. Let’s keep going.”

  We heard them before we saw them. Actually, Hickory, whose hearing goes above human range, heard them—trilling and chirping and chanting. “They are singing,” Hickory said quietly, and led Gretchen and me to them. Dickory arrived, silently, just before we found them. Hickory handed over its rifle.

  In the small clearing were six figures.

  Enzo and Magdy were the first I recognized. They knelt on the ground, heads down, waiting for whatever was going to happen to them. The light was not good enough for me to see any expression on either of their faces, but I didn’t have to see their faces to know that they were scared. Whatever had happened to the two of them had gone badly, and now they were just waiting for it to end. However it would end.

  I took in Enzo’s kneeling form and remembered in a rush why I loved him. He was there because he was trying to be a good friend for Magdy. Trying to keep him out of trouble, or at the very least to share his trouble if he could. He was a decent human being, which is rare enough but is something of a miracle in a teenage boy. I came out here for him because I still loved him. It had been weeks since we’d said anything more than a simple “hello” at school—when you break up in a small community you have to make some space—but it didn’t matter. I was still connected to him. Some part of him stayed in my heart, and I imagined would for as long as I lived.

  Yes, it was a really inconvenient place and time to realize all of this, but these things happen when they happen. And it didn’t make any noise, so it was all right.

  I looked over at Magdy, and this is the thought I had: When all of this is through, I am seriously going to kick his ass.

  The four other figures…

  Werewolves.

  It was the only way to describe them. They looked feral, and strong, and carnivorous and nightmarish, and with all of that was movement and sound that made it clear that there were brains in there to go along with everything else. They shared the four eyes of all the Roanoke animals we had seen so far, but other than that they could have been lifted right out of folklore. These were werewolves.

  Three of the werewolves were busy taunting and poking Magdy and Enzo, clearly toying with them and threatening them. One of them held a rifle that it had taken off of Magdy, and was jabbing him with it. I wondered if was still loaded, and what would happen to Magdy or the werewolf if it went off. Another held a spear and occasionally poked Enzo with it. The three of them were chirping and clicking at each other; I don’t doubt they were discussing what to do with Magdy and Enzo, and how to do it.

  The fourth werewolf stood apart from the other three and acted differently. When one of the other werewolves went to poke Enzo or Magdy, it would step in and try to keep them from doing it, standing between the humans and the rest of the werewolves. Occasionally it would step in and try to talk to one of the other werewolves, gesturing back to Enzo and Magdy for emphasis. It was trying to convince the other werewolves of something. To let the humans go? Maybe. Whatever it was, the other werewo
lves weren’t having any of it. The fourth werewolf kept at it anyway.

  It suddenly reminded me of Enzo, the first time I saw him, trying to keep Magdy from getting into an idiotic fight for no reason at all. It didn’t work that time; Gretchen and I had to step in and do something. It wasn’t working now, either.

  I glanced over and saw that Hickory and Dickory had both taken up positions where they could get clean shots at the werewolves. Gretchen had moved off from me and was setting up her own shot.

  Between the four of us we could take all of the werewolves before they even knew what had happened to them. It would be quick and clean and easy, and we’d get Enzo and Magdy out of there and back home before anyone knew anything had happened.

  It was the smart thing to do. I quietly moved and readied my weapon, and took a minute or two to stop shaking and steady up.

  I knew we’d take them in sequence, Hickory on the far left taking the first of the three group werewolves, Dickory taking the second, Gretchen the third, and I the last one, standing away from the rest. I knew the rest of them were waiting for me to make the shot.

  One of the werewolves moved to poke Enzo again. My werewolf hurried, too late, to stop the assault.

  And I knew. I didn’t want to. I just didn’t. Didn’t want to kill it. Because it was trying to save my friends, not kill them. It didn’t deserve to die just because that was the easiest way to get back Enzo and Magdy.

  But I didn’t know what else to do.

  The three werewolves started chittering again, first in what seemed like a random way, but then together, and to a beat. The one with a spear began thumping it into the ground in time, and the three of them started working off the beat, playing against each other’s voices for what was clearly a victory chant of some sort or another. The fourth werewolf started gesturing more frantically. I had a terrible fear of what was going to happen at the end of the chant.