Then a cloud moved above, and fresh sunlight blazed on the big white thing behind her on the edge of the cliff. She turned and stared at what she had thought was a line of white rocks.
“God,” she murmured. This was going to really kill the others.
Between this and the thought that she had dragged her friends into someone else’s war, her entire mind was in turmoil.
She never saw the shape that stepped out of the woods behind her.
It, however, saw her, and its lips peeled back from jagged teeth as it charged at her. Not in a slow, shambling gait—death raced at Lilah at incredible speed.
23
“DO AS SHE SAYS,” GROWLED A VOICE BEHIND THEM, AND BENNY, NIX, and Chong wheeled around to see a man come stalking out of the woods beyond the bristlecone tree. He was tall and middle-aged, with black hair tied back in a ponytail and bloody bandages around one thigh and his forehead.
He stopped forty yards away and raised a shotgun to his shoulder, the barrel pointed at Benny’s head.
“Riot,” barked the man, “take their weapons and gear.”
The slingshot girl—Riot—gave a short, harsh laugh. “Y’all heard the man. Drop all the goodies and maybe y’all will still be sucking air come sundown.”
Benny did not drop his sword, but instead moved to stand in front of Eve.
“Ry-Ry!” cried the little girl.
Riot looked past Benny. “You okay, squirt?”
“Ry-Ry . . . where’s—?” Then the little girl saw the man and shrieked with joy. “Daddy!”
Chong said, “‘Daddy’?”
The man’s face went white, but his eyes hardened. “Take your filthy hands off my daughter!”
“Whoa, mister!” said Benny. “Everything’s cool here and—”
“I won’t tell you a second time,” growled the man as he took a threatening step forward.
Nix swung the pistol toward him and met his eyes with her own uncompromising stare. “You pull that trigger, mister, and I’ll kill you where you stand.”
The man snorted. “You’re at a long range for a pistol, girl.”
“And you’re at a long range for a shotgun. Let’s see who’s left standing to take the next shot.”
Benny said, “And you really want to fire a shotgun with a kid here?”
They were all in bad positions. Benny felt the moment becoming incredibly fragile. If someone pulled a trigger, probably everyone would die.
The man’s face was flushed, and fury seethed in his eyes as he looked from them to Eve and back again. “Why can’t you freaks just let us be?”
“What are you talking about?” barked Nix. “How are we bothering you?”
A third stranger came hurrying out of the woods behind the clearing, and once more Benny realized that he and his friends were boxed in.
The newcomer was a woman wearing a hooded sweatshirt that was smeared with bright blood. She held an ax in her hands, and its blade glistened with red.
Blood, whispered Tom inside Benny’s mind. Zoms don’t bleed.
I know, Benny told him. So who’d she chop with that thing?
Behind Benny, Eve cried, “Mommmeeeee!”
Chong tried to hold Eve, but Riot shot a stone at Chong, missing his nose by half an inch. Eve broke free and ran like lightning across the clearing toward the woman.
The woman fairly shrieked. “EVE! Oh my God . . . Evie!”
She dropped her ax and swept Eve into her arms.
“Okay,” said Chong, “this is heartwarming and all that, but if they’re here, then where’s Lilah?”
Benny cut a cautious look around, but there was no sign of the Lost Girl.
The man with the shotgun grinned at the reunion between his daughter and wife, but he kept his shotgun pointed at Benny. They were thirty yards away, and Benny took a step toward him, raising his hand.
“Hey, mister, we’re glad to—”
“You freeze right where you are, boy,” barked the man in a voice that was hard and flat. An uncompromising voice. “If you reaper scum harmed a hair on my little girl’s head, I’ll see you dead—and it won’t be no ticket to paradise. No sir, it’ll be slow and ugly. Tell me I’m lying.”
Benny froze, and his smile flaked away like peeling paint in a stiff wind. “No,” he said neutrally, “I think you’re telling the absolute truth. But you aren’t making any sense. I think we need to—”
“I got nothing more to say to you.”
“‘Reaper scum’?” echoed Chong. “I’m real certain I don’t like the sound of that.”
“Benny—?” began Nix, but Benny cut in.
Under his breath he said, “Keep your gun on him.”
Benny shifted position again, putting himself squarely between Nix and Riot.
“Sarah,” said the man with the shotgun, “is she hurt? Did they do anything to her?”
“I’m okay, Daddy,” began Eve, but the man growled at her.
“Hush, girl.”
The woman—Sarah—did a quick but thorough examination of her daughter, then pulled her into another hug. “She’s fine, Carter. They didn’t hurt her.”
“They didn’t have time,” sneered Riot. “I told you we’d find her.”
“Of course we didn’t hurt her,” snapped Nix. “We rescued her.”
“Oh yeah,” mocked Riot, “I’m sure.”
“What’s the truth of it, Evie?” said Carter. “None of your pretend stories now. Did these people hurt you? Did they touch you?”
Eve shook her head. Her eyes were wide and filled with doubt and confusion.
“It’s true, mister,” insisted Benny. “She was being chased by zoms, and we rescued her. She’s fine.”
Riot edged forward, tightening her aim at Nix. “Rescued, huh? Don’t buy that bullcrap, Carter. I’ll bet my dear ol’ mom sent them to grab Eve so they could sacrifice her. That’s just the kind of thing she’d like.”
“Sacrifice?” gasped Benny. “What are you, nuts or something? It was like I said. Eve was being chased and—”
“We know she was being chased,” cut in Riot. “How stupid do you think we are?”
“You really want an answer to that, baldy?” asked Nix coldly.
“Well, ain’t you got a smart mouth?” said Riot, grinning a nasty little grin. “I’d love to kick it off your face.”
“Try it. I don’t mind shooting girls, either.”
Riot’s grin flickered.
“She’s not joking,” Benny said, and pointed his sword at her. “Neither am I. Don’t try it.”
“Ooooh,” said Riot, “fierce.”
“Get stuffed,” said Nix. She focused her attention on Carter. “Eve’s fine because of us, mister. I don’t know who you think we are, but you’re wrong.”
“Reapers don’t open their mouths unless they plan to lie,” warned Riot. “Believe me, I know.”
“We’re not reapers, whatever they are,” said Nix angrily. “We’re travelers. We’re looking for something.”
“Looking for what? The darkness?” demanded Carter in a tone that was heavy with disgust. Riot gave a harsh laugh of agreement.
“Darkness?” echoed Benny, but Nix ignored him.
“We’re looking for an airplane,” she said. “A jet.”
Carter’s expression changed from open hostility to doubt. He shot a look at Sarah, who frowned.
“They saw it too,” she said. “Carter—they saw it too!”
“You saw it?” demanded Nix, her tone suddenly urgent. “When? Where?”
“Don’t say anything,” warned Riot, but Sarah ignored her.
“The last time we saw it, it was heading south.”
“Last time?” echoed Chong.
“You’ve seen it more than once?” Nix gasped.
“Sarah, hush,” said Carter. “This isn’t the time or place.”
“But, Carter—look at them. They don’t look like reapers. Look at their clothes. No wings. No tassels or anything. And they don’
t have the mark.”
As Sarah said this, she touched her head, but Benny did not understand the reference. What mark?
“Enough!” growled Carter.
“Look, guys,” said Benny, “I think we should all chill out and talk about this. No one wants to hurt anyone here—”
“Speak for yourself,” said Riot with quiet menace.
“—and it sounds like we have a lot to talk about,” Benny concluded, pasting on his best “aw shucks, we’re all friends” smile. The kind that used to get him a bottle of pop at Lafferty’s General Store, even when he had no ration dollars.
Carter wasn’t impressed. “If you want to talk, then tell the young miss there to put her gun down.”
“The young miss says, ‘Bite me,’” replied Nix. “You put your gun down first and then we’ll see.”
“Not a chance,” said Carter, and Riot gave a snigger of agreement.
“Look, how about you both put your guns down at the same time,” suggested Chong. “On a count of three, okay? One, two, three . . .”
They ignored him.
“This is stupid,” Benny yelled. “Nobody here wants to hurt anyone else.”
“Don’t bet on it,” said Riot.
“Absolutely,” agreed Nix.
“They’re reapers, Carter,” said Riot. “Maybe they even have some quads hidden somewhere.”
“What’s a quad?” Chong asked, but no one heard him.
“They don’t look like reapers,” repeated Sarah.
“Then they’re new converts,” countered Riot. “They could have taken the vow but haven’t yet done the ceremony of purity. But it doesn’t matter. They had Eve!”
“Yeah, we were keeping her safe,” replied Nix. “What were you doing to protect her? Letting her run around in woods full of wild animals and zoms?”
“Yeah, nice try, Freckles,” snorted Riot. “C’mon, Carter, don’t let her scramble your grits. My mother’s people are gonna be here soon. These punks are scouts or something equally squirrelly. Let’s put ’em down before we get overrun.”
Carter’s face was rigid with tension, but there was doubt in his eyes. “Sarah—?”
Eve’s mother looked up, and if Benny was expecting her to be the voice of reason, he was dead wrong. “She’s right, Carter, we can’t take any chances. Don’t hurt them, but take their weapons and gear. Then we have to go. We have to get to Sanctuary and—”
“Jesus! Hush your mouth, woman!” screeched Riot.
“Sarah,” Carter said with quiet horror. “What have you done?”
The woman clapped a hand to her mouth and her face went dead pale. “Oh God,” she said. “I’m sorry . . . I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to . . .”
Carter nervously shifted the shotgun barrel between Nix and Benny, as if trying to decide which of them should die first. Or maybe, thought Benny, trying to decide which one would be easier to kill without losing too much of his own soul. Benny did not believe that this man wanted to fire that gun, but he looked desperate and shoved to the edge of panic. Benny knew full well how panic could inspire the worst possible choices.
Riot’s face hardened. “Now we got no choice at all, Carter.”
In a voice loud enough for only Benny and Chong to hear, Nix muttered, “Screw this.”
“Nix,” warned Benny too quietly for the strangers to hear, “don’t do anything crazy.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” she murmured.
And then she fired at Carter.
24
LILAH HAD NO CHANCE.
She heard the scuff of a footfall on stone behind her, but before she could turn the thing slammed into her. Even then she tried to dodge, but pain exploded along her side and suddenly she was flying through the air.
Blood trailed behind her like the tail of a comet, spattering the leaves and bristles of the shrubs. Her spear spun away into the weeds. Then Lilah struck the ground on the edge of the cracked shelf of rock, and the impact knocked all the air from her lungs.
She lay there, firestorms of pain racing up and down her spine. She clung to the edge of the shelf and to the edge of consciousness. Blood pooled under her. Every part of her was wrapped in pain. She tried to get up, tried to see what it was that had attacked her, but fresh pain detonated in her lower neck and back. She collapsed down with a helpless cry.
The thing wheeled toward her and grunted in awful hunger.
Lilah craned her neck and stared at it. At the impossibility of it.
It was a massive wild boar. Five hundred pounds of muscle and hunger. Brutish, ugly, with a barrel chest, short legs, and wicked tusks.
But that was not the worst part of it.
Flesh hung in bloodless strips from the massive shoulders. Its teeth were caked with rotted meat. It stank of rot and death.
It was impossible.
And yet . . . it was a zombie.
Lilah screamed.
The monster roared with terrible hunger as it charged.
25
NIX’S SHOT GALVANIZED EVERYONE INTO MOTION.
Carter flung himself to the ground, twisting and firing as he fell. Nix dropped down to avoid the buckshot, but the pellets went high and wild, chasing birds screaming from the trees.
Sarah clutched Eve to her chest and dove into the tall grass.
Chong staggered backward from the blast and stood teetering on the edge of the ravine, his arms pinwheeling, while below him the zoms let out a renewed moan of hunger.
Benny had to drop his sword to grab him, but he spun fast and flung Chong with unintended force straight into Riot. They slammed down on the ground and vanished into the brush.
For a moment only Benny was left standing.
Then Nix and Carter both rose to their knees, guns coming up. Benny dove for his sword and skidded five feet on his chest.
“Don’t!” he cried, but Nix fired again, forcing Carter to dive sideways again.
Benny heard a thwop sound, and something whipped through the air a finger’s width from his cheek. He saw Riot lying on her side with the slingshot in her hands. She’d aimed at Chong, who was already on his feet, but the stone missed him and almost hit Benny.
Riot’s hands moved with incredible speed as she fished out another stone and seated it into the sling.
“Chong—run!” yelled Benny, but Chong was already in motion, cutting away from them toward the nearest stand of pinyon trees. His only weapon was a wooden bokken, and that was the wrong thing to bring to this fight. Benny was relieved to see Chong dive into the shadowy woods.
Carter got to his knees again and put his shotgun to his shoulder.
“Riot!” he yelled. “Get out of the way.”
Benny turned to see that Riot was aiming her next rock at Nix. Benny dove into Nix, knocking her out of the way. Riot’s stone hit hard on his hip, and it hurt like hell.
He landed sloppily but got up fast, bringing his sword up.
Riot snarled at him, and there was murder in her eyes as she fished out another stone.
“Don’t,” he warned.
She drew back the sling—and froze.
Carter and Sarah and Eve froze too, all of them staring at the eastern woods, their eyes wide.
Benny heard it then.
The motor sound he’d heard earlier.
It was back. Louder.
And it was heading their way, closing fast from at least three different points in the forest.
“Reapers!” screamed Sarah.
Riot shot a brief look at Benny and Nix, and then she spun on her heels and ran full tilt into the woods, following the same direction Chong had taken.
“What’s going on?” begged Nix, her pistol still held out in a two-handed grip.
Carter began backing away from the forest, edging toward a thin stand of trees due south. Sarah rose, clutching Eve to her chest; the eyes of both were wild with fear.
“Nix!” called Eve, reaching a hand toward her.
For a split second, Carter and Sarah
looked at their daughter’s face and then across the field to Nix and Benny.
Carter lowered his shotgun.
“Run,” he said.
The motor sounds were everywhere now, getting louder and louder.
“RUN!” screamed Sarah.
She and Carter whirled and ran for the trees.
Benny glanced at Nix.
The ravine was behind them and there were woods all around the clearing.
Nix pointed her pistol at the closest of the motor sounds. “What is that?”
“I don’t know,” Benny said, pushing her arm down. “But let’s not find out. Let’s go.”
They backed up several steps, then together they turned and ran as hard as they could for the forest.
26
LILAH TRIED TO PULL HER PISTOL AS THE MONSTER RACED TOWARD HER.
But it was too fast and too close.
She tried to get up, but her left side was a furnace of heat and blood. Her leg buckled, and she fell back.
Over the edge of the cliff.
The darkness below swallowed her—body, screams, and all.
27
LOU CHONG RAN FOR HIS LIFE.
It was, he realized with some despair, something he had to do way too often.
Chong was lean and fit, but he was not a good runner. He felt that his body was better suited to climbing a tree with a good book in his back pocket, wading out into slow streams with a fishing pole, or sitting at a picnic table eating apple pie and discussing either fishing or books. Eluding hot pursuit had never been on his list of things to enjoy before he got old. Neither, for that matter, was fighting zoms in a ravine, staring down the mouths of lions, or looking into the barrels of shotguns.
Nevertheless, he ran.
This forest was sparse compared to the denser woods back home in central California. Even so, Chong managed to use the meager vegetation for cover as he put as much distance as he could between himself and the craziness back on the field.
He paused only once, to gape in wonder at the men and women on motorized machines who came tearing out of nowhere.
Jeez, he thought dryly, Nix is going to love this.