Gone (34 page)

"Hey, we're running out of food" Andrew whined. "Drake, shoot the creep" Diana said-Drake just laughed.

"I think we'll do this in the dining hall," Caine said. "Jack, do you have your gear?"

Jack jumped six inches, startled at being addressed again. "No. No. I-M have to go back and get it*

"Drake, take l-I-I and get the stuff," Caine said. "Diana, take Andrew's hand and lead him to the dining hall*

It was a sound that was almost quaint when the sun was shining. But now, in the dark, the yip-yip-howl sent shivers down their spines.

"It's just a coyote," Sam said. "Don't worry about him."

They could barely see where they were placing their feet, so they moved slowly, tentatively.

"Maybe we should have camped back in that gulch," Edilio said.

"As soon as we find a fairly flat place to lay out our sleeping bags, I'm all for stopping," Sam said.

Hours before, they had come to a deep, steep-sided gulch, impossible to bypass, and almost impossible to climb. Little Pete had gone into a complete meltdown while being hauled bodily up the far side of the gulch, and they had all been terrified he might do something,

"Hawaii" Quinn began saying, as Little Pete howled-

"Hawaii."

"Why you keep saying Hawaii, man?" Edilio had asked him.

"If he freaks and decides to take us on a Little Pete magical mystery tour, I want it to be Hawaii* not back to Astrid's house"

Edilio thought that over for a while. "Fm down with that. Hawaii, L. R, Hawaii."

But Little Pete had not choked anyone, had not teleported anyone or otherwise violated the original laws of physics.

The barrier was farther and farther off to their left, all but invisible in the light of the rising moon. Sam was still determined to follow it, but no longer with any real hope of finding a gate, just because it was the only way he knew to find his way home. Sooner or later the barrier would curve back around to Perdido Beach.

There was a startlingly loud yip, yip, yip.

"|eez, that was close," Edilio said.

Sam nodded. "That direction. Maybe we veer off a little, huh?"

"I thought coyotes were nothing" Edilio grumbled. "They are. Normally."

"Tell me youVe not thinking about coyotes growing wings" Edilio said.

"I think we're getting more sand and less rock" Astrid observed."Petey hasn't tripped in a while"

"I can't see well enough to be sure" Sam said. "But let's pull up in five minutes, either way. Everyone start looking for firewood as you go"

"If I can't see the ground how am I going to see firewood?" Quinn asked.

"Hey. Look" Sam pointed. "There's something over there. I think. Looks like ... I don't know,a building or something" "I can't see a thing," Quinn said.

"It's just darker than the regular darkness. I'm not seeing stars."

They veered toward it. There might be food or water or shelter.

Suddenly Sam's feet landed on a springy surface that reminded him of the soft pine needle flooring of the forest. He bent down and felt what could only be grass.

"Guys, hold up"

Sam was cautious about using the flashlights. They had a limited supply of batteries and an unlimited supply of dark-ness. "Quinn. Give us some light here"

There was no mistaking the green color, even in the harsh white light.

Cautiously Quinn played the light around and illuminated a cabin. Beside it was a windmill.

They approached cautiously, the five of them bunched up around the doorway as Quinn shore the light on a door handle, and Sam touched it, gripped it, and froze.

He heard the sound of running, scuffling steps in the darkness behind them.

"Gel inside, you idiots!" a voice, a girl's voice, screamed.

Quinn swiveled ihe light, a rush of motion, something pelting toward him.

Other things moving, like a sea of gray in the gloom.

The beam bounced from a bounding dog onto the terrified face of a ragged, filthy girl.

"Run! Kun!" she screamed.

Sam grabbed the door handle and twisted it. But before he could throw it open the girl plowed into Sam and bowled him over so that he sprawled onto the wooden floor and gathered a rug as he slid. A dog landed on his chest and bounced off.

Quinn shouted in pain and shock. He had lost the light. It was still shining across a planked floor and he scrambled after it. In the beam Sam saw Astrid's egs, Edilio falling.

There came a chorus of angry canine yipping and the girl who had run Sam down was fighting to stand up and a dog was barking and snarling and there were other snarls too as swift bodies came in a rush.

"The door! Get the door!" the girl screamed.

Something was on her, something quick and tiirious, snarling.

Sam lurched to his feet, grabbed the door, and tried to slam it closed, but a fiirry body was in the way. There was a canine protest, a snarl, and sudcen pain in his leg. An iron jaw closed around his knee, bonocrushingly strong.

Sam fell against the door anil it closed. He slipped and landed on his butt against the door and the animal, the wild, snarling thing, had its muzzle in his lace. Teelh snapped an inch from his eyes.

He shoved his hands outward and encountered rough iiir over writhing muscle.

There was a terrible, sharp pain in his shoulder, and he knew the beast's jaws had closed on his flesh, and now the animal was shaking him, tearing a: his flesh, ripping it, dig-ging deeper.

Sam cried out in fear and beat with nerveless lists against the beast. It was futile. The beast shitted its jaws with lightning speed from shoulder to Sam's neck. Blood sprayed down his chest.

Sam raised his hands, palms out, but the onslaught was too ferocious. His jugular was pumping his brain dry. His hands were no longer his. His entire body now seemed far away. He spiraled down and down into darkness.

A soft, heavy thud.

And the iron jaw loosed its hold.

Another heavy thud.

Sam's eyes rolled up in his head, but before he passed out, he caught a glimpse of the wild, ragged girl standing over him. The girl raised her hands, both together, over her head. All was in slow motion for Sam, and there were sparks in his eyes as the girl brought down something heavy and rectangular and yellow on the coyote's head.

97 HOURS, 43 MINUTES

LANA LIT ONE ol Hermit Jims lanterns and surveyed the scene. The cabin was just as she had left it. Only now there were two dead coyotes, three scared kids> a creepy, staring four-year*old, and one nearly dead boy on the floor.

She kicked Nip with her toe, No reflex, He was dead, his brain smashed by a solid gold bar. She'd pounded him again and again until her arms were tired.

The other coyote she didn't know well enough to name. But he had died the same way, too intent on his prey to realize his peril.

Patrick lay in a corner, abashed, confused* not knowing how to behave. One of the kids, a surfer-looking dude, seemed to mirror that contusion.

"Good boy," Una said, and Patrick thumped his tail weakly on the floor.

"Who are you?" Lana asked the surter kid.

"Quinn. My name is Quinn"

"How about you?" the pretty blond girl asked.

Lana was inclined to dislike her at first sight: she looked like the kind of too-perfect girl who would blow off someone like Lana. On the other hand, she was shielding the strange little boy, cradling him in her arms, so maybe she wasn't all bad.

A kid with a round face and dark crew cut knelt over the wounded kid."Guys, he's hurt bad"

The blonde scrambled to him. She tore the wounded boy's shirt open. A river of blood ran down his chest.

"Oh, God, no" the blonde cried.

Lana pushed her aside and laid \ hand against the pumping wound-"He'll live" Lana said,"I'll fix him."

"What do you mean, you'll fix him?" the blonde demanded."We need stitches, we need a doctor. Look at how he's bleeding."

Lana said, "What's your name?"

"Astrid, what does it matter? He's,«." She stopped talking then and leaned in close to see."The bloodflow is slowing"

"Yeah. I noticed that, too," Lana said dryly. "Relax. He'll be fine. In fact..." She tilted her head to get a better look at him. "In fact, I'll bet when he's not covered in blood, he's Cute. Your boyfriend?"

"That's not what it's about" Astrid snapped. Then, in a low voice, like she didn't want the others to hear, she said, "Kind of"

"Well, I know how crazy this sounds, but hell be fine in a few minutes" She pulled her hand away to reveal that the jagged wound was already closed. She covered ihe wound again-"Don't ask me how*

"No way* ihe crew-cut kid breathed.

Outside, the coyote pack yipped madly and thudded against the door. But the latch held firm. Lana wedged the back of a chair under the hancle and calculated her next move.

The door would not hold forever. But the pack would be aimless, unsure of what to do mtil Pack Leader came back from his private hunt.

"His name's Sam" Astrid said. "That's Edilio, this is my brother, Little Pete, and Pm Astrid. And I think you just saved our lives"

Lana nodded. Better The girl was showing Lana respect. "My name's Lana. And listen, people, the coyotes aren't done with us. We need to make sure that door will hold"

"I'm on it," Edilio said.

The wounded boy woke with a start-He stared at the dead coyotes. He reached for his neck. He stared at the blood on his hand-

"You'll live" Lana said."And I'll fix the rest of it. lust let me keep my hand on it"

He seemed dubious. He glanced at Astrid.

"She saved our lives," Astrid said."And she just closed up a wound that was gushing blood a minute ago."

Sam allowed her to place her hand against his neck.

"Who are you?" he asked in a croak of a voice.

"Lana. Lana Arwen Lazar," she said.

"Thanks."

"No problem. Bui don't be loo grateful: your life may not stav saved."

He nodded. He listened to the frenzy outside, and flinched when one of the coyotes threw himself against the door

"Is that a gold bar Edilio is using as a hammer?" Edilio had broken down the bed and was hammering one of the rails over the door

Lana laughed sardonically. "Yeah. We have a lot of gold. Patrick and me, we're rich"

She moved her hand down his neck to his shoulder. "It works better if you take off your shirt "she said.

He winced in pain."I don't think I cart*

Lana slid her hand under his shirt, feeling the gruesome mess of secondary wounds." It'll feel better in a few minutes."

"How do you do that?" he asked.

"There are a lot of weird things going on"

The boy nodded. "Yeah. We noticed. Thanks for saving my life."

"You're welcome, but like I said, it may be temporary. They're not really trying to get in yet. When Pack Leader gets here, that could change. They're strong, you know, and smart"

"You're bleeding yourself," he sad. "I'll tlx that," she said, almost indifferent. "I've gotten kind of used to being cut up one way or another"

She pressed her blood-covered hand against her leg. "Who is this Pack Leader?" Sam asked.

"He's the head coyote. I tricked him into letting me come here. I hoped Pd be able to get away. Or at least have something to eat besides roadkill. Coyotes are smart, but they Ye still just smart dogs, basically. Are you guys hungry? I am,*

Sam nodded. Then he climbed stiffly to his feet, moving like an old man.

"As soon as Pm done with my leg, Pli do yours" Lana said. "We have a pretty good supply of (bod and plenty of water, at least for a while. The question is whether Pack Leader will be able to find a way in here"

Astrid said, "You're talking about this coyote like he*s a person"

Lana laughed."Not a person you'd want to hang out with"

"Is he ... is he just a coyote?" Astrid asked.

Lana stared at the girl. Now she could see the intelligence beneath the pretty-girl looks. "What do you know about that?" Lana asked cautiously.

"I know some animals are changing. We've seen a seagull with talons. And we saw, well, a make with what looked like little stub wings"

Lana nodded. "Yeah, I've seen those. Up close. They scare the coyotes half to death, I can tell you that. They can't quite fly, but the rattlers use the wings to get just a little more range than they used to have. They actually saved my butt once. And I saw them kill a coyote just

'"Said'?" Edilio echoed.

"I'll tell you all about it, but let's eat first. I've had nothing to eat. Although I was offered some raw squirrel. Canned pudding, that's what I want. IVe been dreaming about it"

She hauled out a can and feverishly worked the can opener. She didn't wait for a dish or spoon, but thrust her hand in and scooped some into her mouth. Then she stood transfixed, overwhelmed by the wonderful sweetness of it.

She was crying when she said, "Pm sorry, I've forgotten how to be polite. I'll get you guys your own can."

Sam hobbled over and scooped some pudding of his own, following her lead. "I'm way pasl polite myself," he said, although she could see he was a little appalled by her wolfish behavior. She decided then that she liked him,

"Listen, Sam, and everyone, you need to know something so it won't freak you out: Pack Leader can speak. I mean, human words. Like Smart-Girl Barbie there was saying, he's some kind of mutant or whatever. I know you think I'm probably crazy"

She had Hermit Jim's tin cup now and used it to scoop up another helping of wonderful, wonderful pudding. Blondie—Astrid—was opening a can of fruit cocktail.

"What do you know about the FAYZ?" Astrid asked.

Lana stopped eating and stared at her "The what?"

Astrid shrugged and looked embarrassed. "That's what people are calling it. The Fallout Alley Youth Zone. FAYZ"

"What does that mean?"

"Have you seen the barrier?"

She nodded."Oh, yeah. I've seen the barrier. I touched the barrier, which, by the way, is not a good idea"

Sam said, "As far as we can tell, it goes clear around in a big circle. Or maybe a sphere. We think the center is the power plant. It seems like a ten-mile radius from there, you know, twenty miles across"