Dead Island (19 page)

The man’s eyes widened. ‘No …’ he whispered. ‘You can take me with you … Please …’

Purna shook her head. ‘We can’t carry you and you’re too badly wounded to walk. Sorry, but that’s just the way it is.’

‘Please …’ the man whispered again, his world suddenly reduced to nothing but a desperate desire to survive and a terrible fear of death. ‘Please … please …’

Purna sighed and slowly, wearily began to load her shotgun.

‘No,’ Sam said, walking towards her.

She looked up at him, her face expressionless.

‘No,’ he repeated, reaching out and putting a hand on her arm. ‘It ain’t fair you should do this. Not again. It’s someone else’s turn.’

She stared into his face, her eyes so deep and penetrating that Sam couldn’t help but think she could see all the way down into his soul. He turned away from her gaze, but was still aware of her eyes on him, and of the weight of the gun in his hand.

‘It’s my turn,’ he said quietly.

‘
OPEN
UP. IT’S us.’

Purna and Xian Mei scanned the area like border guards, while Jin waited in the van and Sam thumped the door of the lifeguard station with his clenched fist. It was almost noon now and the sun was at its peak.

From here Banoi looked beautiful. To their left the stretch of powder-white beach edged a sparkling blue crystal sea, while to their right the lush vegetation rose towards mountains whose summits glowed a soft purple where they met the bright and cloudless sky. A warm breeze blew in from the west, kissing their skin and tempering the heat of the sun, and despite the chaos in town, the only sounds that disrupted the midday tranquility were the languid calls of exotic birds.

If not for the individual parts of a dismembered body scattered in bloody profusion further along the beach, it might almost have been possible to believe that the events of the past twelve hours were nothing but a terrible nightmare. Sam was about to thump on the door again when Logan’s voice replied, ‘Who’s “us”?’

Sam rolled his eyes. ‘Stop messing about, man. It’s dangerous out here.’

There was the heavy chunk of disengaging locks and the door opened. Grinning, Logan said, ‘Sorry, no hawkers, no traders and definitely no blood-drenched zombie killers.’

Sam matched his grin with a tired one of his own and said enticingly, ‘We got Twinkies.’

‘Oh well, that’s different,’ Logan said, and pulled the door wide.

The four of them trooped in, Purna immediately discarding her weapon – no longer the shotgun, but an HK G36 assault rifle appropriated from the police armoury – and slumping into one of the seats around the table. Jin shuffled in like an old woman with her head down, Xian Mei’s free hand (in her other she was also carrying an HK G36 assault rifle) round the younger girl’s shoulders. Sam, who had stood aside to let the women in before him, walked over to the table and dropped a big bag of pastries and cakes on to it.

‘We brought breakfast,’ he said. ‘They were all out of skinny muffins, so if anyone’s on a diet, tough shit.’

‘You, my man, have got class,’ Logan replied, closing and locking the door. ‘Hey, Sinamoi,’ he called. ‘How ’bout some coffee for our guests?’

Sinamoi was hunched over the radio, headphones on, twiddling dials, but at Logan’s words he looked up and grinned. ‘Sure. I make coffee.’

As Sinamoi bustled about, Purna squinted tiredly up at Logan. ‘
You
look better.’

‘You don’t,’ he replied cheerily. ‘Added to which – if I could just raise a little personal hygiene issue here – you guys
stink
.’

Sam sniffed his sleeve and recoiled. ‘That’s not us, that’s zombie.’

Logan shook his head. ‘It’ll never catch on.’ Pointedly he looked at his watch. ‘So what took you so long? I was beginning to think you’d abandoned me and I was going to have to live out the rest of my days in this two-bit shack with no one but Sinamoi for company – hey, no offence, man,’ he called across to the lifeguard, who grinned yet again and raised his hand in acknowledgement.

Over cake and coffee, Sam, with Purna and Xian Mei butting in at regular intervals, told Logan their story. When he got to the part where they had encountered Jin, Logan gave a crooked smile and said softly, ‘I wondered when they were going to get round to you.’

Jin didn’t reply. She didn’t even raise her head.

‘Don’t say a whole lot, do you?’ Logan muttered.

Xian Mei said quickly, ‘She’s been through a bad time.’

To everyone’s surprise, Jin suddenly looked up, her eyes black and glittering. In a voice shaking not only with trauma, but also with barely suppressed rage, she said, ‘I was raped by three men. They killed the man who was trying to protect me, and then they beat me and raped me. And they kept beating me and raping me until I passed out.’

Silence followed her words. Logan looked away, shaking his head.

‘Shit, man … that’s … shit. I mean … that’s fucking awful, man … sorry …’ he mumbled.

Jin took a shuddering breath and said, ‘I used to have faith in people, you know? And faith in God too. Even after Mama died, I thought … I thought that the good in the world was stronger than the bad, and that eventually evil would be vanquished. But now –’ she shook her head – ‘that sounds so … so pathetic …’ Her voice tailed off and she lowered her head again. Xian Mei reached out and gently stroked her back.

Sam grimaced and carried on with the story, his voice a low rumble. He told Logan about killing the men in the police station and rescuing Jin, about stocking up on weapons from the armoury, then going back to the church and delivering provisions and medicine and weapons to Sister Helen’s rag-tag group of survivors.

‘It seemed weird taking guns to a church,’ Sam said, ‘but in a way those guys are fighting God’s war, I guess … fighting against the demons.’

‘The infected aren’t demons,’ said Xian Mei. ‘They’re victims, like everyone else.’

Sam shook his head. ‘That’s not what I meant. That thing that’s got inside those people –
that’s
the demon. The people themselves … well, they’re dead. They’re just shells.’

‘No such things as demons,’ muttered Purna. ‘What’s got inside them is just a virus, that’s all. A germ. There’s nothing
biblical
about it. It’s not evil. Only people are evil.’

Sam shrugged. ‘Well, I guess that depends on what you believe.’

The expression on Purna’s face suggested she was prepared to take the argument further. To prevent her from doing so, Xian Mei said quickly, ‘So what about you, Logan? Has anything happened here?’

Logan raised his eyebrows. ‘Apart from the clam bake and the beach volleyball tournament, you mean? Yeah, our mystery man’s tried to get in touch a couple times. Reception was so bad, though, he didn’t make a whole lot of sense. Said something about the satellite transmitters being down and some fucking offshore storm causing radio interference. You ask me, it’s here where the fucking storm is.’

‘He say anything else?’ asked Purna.

‘Only that he’d try to call back around noon today.’ He glanced at his watch. ‘Hey, which I guess is about now.’

They all looked at the radio expectantly, but it remained silent. They had to wait another fifteen minutes before it crackled into life.

Instantly Sinamoi scuttled across and put on the headphones. He twiddled dials and knobs, trying to get the best reception. At first the voice trying to get through was so engulfed in static they couldn’t make out what it was saying. A few more tweaks from Sinamoi and all at once it came through loud and clear.

‘Hello,’ it was saying. ‘Hello, can anyone hear me?’

Logan nodded at the chunky old microphone on its stand, his raised eyebrows forming a question, and Sinamoi nodded. Talking into the microphone whilst simultaneously carrying it over to the table, its long lead trailing behind it, Logan said, ‘Hearing you loud and clear. Well … clear
ish
anyway.’

‘Who is with you?’ asked the voice. ‘Is everyone safe?’

Logan glanced around. ‘Yep, the gang’s all here.’

‘And everyone is safe? No one has been infected by the virus?’

‘Well, it’s pretty hard to tell with Sam,’ Logan said, earning himself a finger and a grin in response, ‘but … yeah, they all seem pretty healthy.’

‘How come you don’t already know?’ Purna said challengingly. ‘I thought you were monitoring us? Last time you called you seemed pretty aware of our movements.’

‘Nothing sinister in that,’ the voice reassured her. ‘We simply have some extremely powerful monitoring equipment here. We’re able to intercept satellite signals from anywhere on the island, including
CCTV
footage. Unfortunately the satellite transmitters are behaving somewhat erratically at present. Adverse atmospheric conditions, I’m told.’

‘And where’s “here” exactly?’ Purna asked.

‘Please,’ the voice said, ‘as I explained before, our windows of opportunity for speaking to one another are so limited that you must refrain from asking quest—’

‘Fuck that,’ interrupted Purna. ‘You expect us to trust you for no reason? To follow your instructions blindly?’

‘I’m trying to
help
you,’ the voice said.

‘Yeah, that’s what
you
say,’ muttered Sam.

‘See, the thing is, we’ve been talking,’ Purna said, ‘and we’re maybe not as stupid as you’d like to believe.’

‘I don’t think you’re stupid at all,’ said the voice smoothly. ‘On the contrary, I believe you to be intelligent, resourceful individuals. That’s why I think you have a chance to escape from this mayhem – and that’s why I’m prepared to help you.’

‘Bull
shit
,’ said Sam with feeling.

‘Sam’s right,’ said Purna. ‘You don’t want to help us because we
deserve
it for being so
resourceful
. You want to help us because we’re
immune
.’

There was a moment’s silence. Purna looked round at the others, a quietly triumphant look on her face.

‘Nothing to say?’ she asked.

The owner of the voice sighed – or perhaps it was simply a surge of static – and eventually replied, ‘All right. I admit there is some truth to what you say—’

In a rare burst of anger Xian Mei suddenly blurted, ‘You caused this! You or whoever you’re working for! You
manufactured
this situation! And you threw us into the mix just to see what would happen!’

‘No!’ the voice said, shocked. ‘No, it wasn’t like that at all.’

‘So what
was
it like?’ asked Sam.

‘It’s cards on the table time,
mystery man
,’ said Purna. ‘Why don’t you start by telling us who you are?’

The pause was so long that at first Sam wondered whether the caller had rung off. Then at last he said, ‘My name is Ryder White. I’m a colonel in the Banoi Island Defence Force. I’m currently speaking to you from Banoi prison.’

‘That funky-looking place with the tower?’ said Logan.

‘That’s right. My wife –’ he cleared his throat – ‘my wife is the prison doctor here.’

He paused again, as if composing himself.

‘Go on,’ said Purna.

‘As I said previously,’ White continued, ‘the first full-blown victim of the virus was identified in the downtown area of Moresby around –’ he did a quick calculation – ‘fifteen hours ago now. However, we have reason to believe that the contagion became active in the population at least twenty-four hours previous to that, that carriers were – unbeknownst to them – infecting everyone they came into contact with. Many of the resort’s maintenance staff – cleaners, gardeners, janitors – commute between the city and the resort every day. The maintenance staff at the prison are similarly recruited from that area of the city …’

He paused again. Purna was the first to make the leap. ‘So you’re saying the virus has spread to the prison?’

‘I’m afraid so.’ White’s voice was hollow. Once again there was a pause and then he said, ‘My wife has been infected.’

‘Shit,’ said Sam. ‘Sorry to hear that, man.’

‘Me too,’ said Purna curtly. ‘But that still doesn’t explain why you want to help us.’

‘Or how you knew about us in the first place,’ said Xian Mei.

‘As I told you, our monitoring equipment here is sophisticated and powerful enough to intercept satellite signals. We are also … ah … able at times to intercept certain sensitive information from elsewhere.’

‘Computer hacking,’ said Logan, snorting laughter. ‘You a dirty hacker, Mr White?’

Almost primly White said, ‘I would prefer not to go into details, if you don’t mind.’

Logan laughed again. Sam asked, ‘So what is this information?’

‘I think I can guess,’ said Xian Mei. ‘It was information about us, wasn’t it? About our immunity to the virus?’

‘Yes,’ said White simply.

‘And where did the information come from?’ asked Purna.

White hesitated, and then said, ‘Even in these circumstances, I’m afraid some information is
too
sensitive to impart, and therefore must remain secret. Suffice to say that my desire to help you is a purely selfish one.’

‘You want to find out whether our immunity can help your wife?’ said Purna.

‘Restore her, yes.’

‘How you gonna do that?’ asked Sam. ‘You ain’t gonna experiment on us, are you?’

White laughed. ‘Of course not. We have fairly modest medical facilities here, but enough resources to at least analyse your blood.’

‘You’re hoping to develop an antidote?’ said Purna.

White sighed once again. ‘It’s a long shot, admittedly, but … yes.’

There was silence for a moment as they all thought through what White had told them. Eventually Purna said, ‘But doesn’t the virus kill before it reanimates? That’s what you told us.’

‘That’s true, yes.’

‘So … not wishing to be blunt, but doesn’t that mean your wife’s already dead? That even if you manage to cure her of the virus she still won’t survive?’

‘I’m hoping not,’ said White. ‘The virus in my wife’s blood was identified at an early stage of its gestation. At the moment we’re managing to slow down its progression rate with drugs. But obviously time is running out. I realize I’m clutching at straws here, but the quicker you can get to the prison the better chance Dana has of surviving.’