Lost and Found (13 page)

A sound drifts between the heavy sprinkles, "Mommy…"

"Where are you?" I scream, lost in the darkness of the storm.

I push off the tree and take three steps before the sky above cracks like a whip.
A jolt of electricity from behind throws me forward onto my hands and knees. The rain
ceases as I look over my shoulder and I see that lightning has struck an oak, jaggedly
slicing it down the middle. It stands open and gutted - the trunk aglow with bright
red flames. While I scoot backwards in the mud a hand reaches out from the blaze,
followed by a face I recognize.

"You set us free, Mommy…,” she says in a sing-song voice.

"No…" I sob, "Shannon…no!"

Her hand stretches out toward me and hovers just inches from my face before her whole
being bursts into orange embers - some floating up away on the breeze, others settling
onto the wet earth at my feet. I blink at her ashy remains while the tree roars to
life; the branches spewing flames into the air like fireworks.

***

I sat up so suddenly that I nearly rolled off the edge of the unfamiliar bed. Although
it wouldn't help steady the rushed beating of my heart, I clutched at my chest with
one hand and gripped the edge of the mattress with the other. The dream felt so real
that I reached up to touch my hair - certain it would be dripping wet with rain water.
When my trembling fingers came back dry, I released a choked breath of relief.

Beside me, Kris lay in the fetal position, wrapped up in her sleeping bag, obliviously
lost in her own dream world. I blinked at her, for a moment forgetting why
she
was there and not Connor but then I remembered where we were.

I got up quietly, slipping my socked feet into my shoes before stepping out into the
narrow hall. Connor's sleeping form lay draped across the loveseat.
Safe. He was safe.
With a sigh, I leaned over him to peer outside. The horses stood where we left them,
underneath the covered car park.

Though it was dark outside, I could tell from the coloring of the sky that dawn was
on its way. The dream was fresh and stacked up like a tower inside my brain - waiting
to be climbed. But there was coffee to make and a day to plan. Nightmares weren't
new, yet something kept nagging at me and by the time the coffee was percolating,
I knew it was important not to forget. After fumbling around in the poorly lit kitchen,
until I found a pen and a scrap of paper, I scribbled the words down before shoving
it into my back pocket.

You set us free.

As we rode away from the apartment complex just minutes after the first rays of day
lit up the ground, I nibbled on a piece of fruit and lost myself in the smell of the
clean earth. The rain scent that lingered in the air was refreshingly nostalgic. For
a little while, I was lost in my twelfth year, hidden deep inside me, that used to
dance and skip through the overflowing gutters after a storm. I wanted to hold onto
that memory that was latched to the just-washed air instead of so many other sad and
disturbing ones from the last year. However something startled Foxy, she halted in
her tracks, tossing Kris, and I forward in the saddle. And just like that, my twelve-year-old
self was lost in the past again.

"Shh, girl. What is it?" I patted her neck, scratching softly below her long mane.
As I stroked her, dust lifted off her rusty-brown coat, leaving clean streaks where
my hand had been. I didn't have to turn around to see that Connor was also having
a problem with Sunny; her whinny was strained and she stomped her feet irritably onto
the road. Her hooves made a clack-scrape-clack-scrape sound on the asphalt that made
me wince.

There was another crater where our road met Interstate 5. Unlike the last blown out
hole we came across, this one was shallower and had tossed debris hundreds of feet
around it. We left the residential street and followed what was intact of the frontage
road that ran along the highway until we found a blown out portion of the barrier
to walk the horses through.

Cars lined both sides of the Interstate as far as I could see; they were packed in
so tightly against each other that nearly every bumper touched another. Other than
the missing section of road, there were too many vehicles to safely maneuver the horses
through. So we opted to stay on the side streets for the remainder of the morning.
Twice I thought I saw movement off in the distance but convinced myself that a ripped
flag or a torn billboard was to blame. The city streets had an odd odor - sort of
like upturned earth that had been fertilized with cow manure.
Sick. The city smelled sick.

"See that, just over there?" Connor pointed ahead of us and to the east over a row
of buildings. A slender plume of smoke coiled upward into the sky.

"Yeah, I see it."

"Should we check it out?" he asked, without looking away from the growing black smut.

"No, let's keep going. It's probably a gas station or something," I answered.

I didn't like the way this part of town felt. Only a few more hours and we'd be in
San Clemente. We didn't have the energy for detours.

***

Connor was the one that spotted the small stream below the Interstate. For five miles,
we had followed the shoulder of the highway after losing access to frontage roads.
Fortunately, most of it was dirt and weeds and the horses enjoyed the change from
the hard concrete. Once we figured a way down to the stream, the horses drank freely
while I sat nearby, scouring the map for alternate routes. The Interstate glittered
with windshields all the way to the horizon and the closer we got to Orange County,
the more cluttered the vehicles became - spreading out onto the shoulders.

"We can't rest here for too long," Connor said at my elbow.

"I know." I looked from one horse to the other as they greedily drank the stream water.
Sunny was the first to stop and graze along the shallow bank, nibbling up all the
grass she could find.

"Maybe we should stay on the trail from here and follow the 5 up north." I pointed
at the map, tracing a line along the Interstate. The only thing that would hinder
our path would be walls or fencing.

"You know this area best, you decide," Connor sighed.

"Yeah, cuz I go horseback riding through here all the time," I laughed.

"Shh! Listen," Kris dropped her pack to the ground and stood up, facing the hills
to our east. Connor and I turned our head to follow her gaze, straining to hear whatever
she had.

"What?" Connor asked quietly.

As soon as he spoke, a soft whooshing sound echoed off the landscape. A dull whoomp-whoomp
sound bounced around the hills and down toward the highway several times - and then,
just as suddenly as it came - it was gone.

The three of us stood still, watching and waiting. Minutes passed and all that could
be heard was the sounds of the horses eating and the trickle of water down the stream
again. And my erratic heartbeat. It thudded loudly inside my chest. If Kris hadn't
broken the silence, I was sure I would have collapsed of a heart attack.

"I think it was a helicopter,"
she whispered.

"I think you're right."

Connor threw his hands up in the air and rested them tightly behind his head, like
you would see criminals surrendering to the police. When he turned to look at us,
his face was lit with excitement.

"Riley, there's someone up there, flying around. Do you know what this means?" His
shirt was rolled up, exposing his forearms, and his jeans had permanent dirt creases
from sitting hours on end in the saddle. With his wild hair falling around his face
and a twinkle making his eyes glow, he looked like a different man. One who believed
in something we had starting losing long ago.

Hope.

As Connor spun happily around in circles, I looked in all directions, remembering
where we were standing.

"We're close to Camp Pendleton. The military is around here. But I don't see any signs
of them," I murmured.

"So?" Connor asked.

I didn't want to do it, to burst the bubble he was suspended inside. But there were
obvious questions to ask. "The base is so close that you'd think we would see signs
of something if anyone was there. Tanks, military vehicles, choppers."

"Yeah, so?" He stood with his arms still clenched behind his head.

"Connor, anyone with training can fly. But this close to the base…you'd think if anyone
was alive, there would be signs of them. Look around - all I see are civilian vehicles
- where's the military?" I gestured up at the Interstate above us, hoping he would
understand what I meant.

"Does it matter
who
is flying the damn thing, Riley?" He was pissed. His arms collapsed down to his sides
and he glared at me. His bubble was sufficiently popped.

I sighed. No, he didn't get it. "Connor, if everyone died here - if the
Military
is dead - then anyone could be flying that helicopter, or whatever we heard.
Anyone
. It means that we need to be careful. We have no idea who is up there but if there
was hope of any sort of order being left - of anyone with authority surviving this…don't
you think we would see signs of that when we're standing on Government property?"
My voice shook with emotion.

Connor released a sigh and stared up into the sky. "I saw someone the night before
last," he said without looking at me.

"What?" We didn’t talk about it freely, but we all knew we saw things in the shadows.

"A real person, walking down the road close to where we were camped. It was too dark
for him to see us but I saw him."

"You know it was a man?" I stared at him, confused and upset that he didn't say anything
sooner.

"It was late, but yes, I think it was a man."

We stared hard at each other, probably wondering what the other was hiding. Kris slowly
moved beside me and said in a lighthearted tone, "Well, both of you prove the same
point."

"And what's that?" Connor snapped. Irritation showing on his face and coating his
voice.

She slowly bent down to pick up her canvas pack and swung it over one shoulder before
answering the question Connor nearly spat out at her. "It's true. We aren't the only
survivors out here."

***

The horses hung their heads low to the ground, walking only because we still controlled
their reins. The light had faded from the sky an hour before, setting over the ocean
in a purple haze that left the fluffy clouds above us a pale pink color. The reflection
of the light that moved further and further over the Pacific lit them as if a giant
light bulb glowed from within.

"So this dirt road will take us east if we stay on it, but there's a campground just
north of here. Mind going off the trail for a few minutes?" I peered up from the dark
map and pointed my flashlight into the trees.

"In the dark?" Kris asked behind me, snaking her arm around my waist loosely.

"If we cut through the trees here it's a straight shot to the trail that leads into
the campground. Connor?" I turned to look at him, and noticed he obviously was still
brooding from our argument earlier in the day.

"Fine. Lead the way," he said with an indifferent shrug.

"Okay." I shined the light into his face. "Into the trees, we go."

We found a game trail right away, at least what used to be a game trail and most recently
probably been where water had run off from the rain. But it worked. Only a few minutes
of slowly maneuvering through the poorly lit ditch and we were out on the other side,
in the open. The horses picked up their pace when we reached the campground trail,
as if they could sense the end of the day's journey waiting for us up ahead.

It was too dark and we were too tired to spend much time checking out the camp area
when we found it, so we set up at the first site we came upon. We let the horses graze
while we laid out our sleeping bags. Connor was quiet while he set up the small camping
stove to heat our dinner.

"Why are you so upset with me?" I asked him as Kris stepped out of earshot to take
the saddles off the horses. He set a can of beans directly on top of the small burner
and stuck one of the flat camping spoons inside the tin, stirring the gooey mess around
in a clockwise direction.

"How long are you planning on ignoring me?" I didn't bother to hide the irritation
in my voice.

"I'm
not
ignoring you," he sighed, "I'm thinking." He rocked back on his heels and ran his
hand through his hair. Even in the glow of our small lantern, I could see the dirt
beneath his nails.

"And…" I prodded.

"Riley, I want to turn around…and go back." He stared up at me until I blinked, then
returned to stirring the refried beans.

"You want to go back…" I forced the words out through clenched teeth, "I don’t understand…we're
almost there Connor. Why now?"

He slammed the spoon down with a clatter and I felt Kris's eyes on my back. "Because,
Riley, this is a colossal waste of time and only
you
don't see that!"

His form faded into the distance as he stormed off into the night. Kris shrugged at
me and continued removing Sunny's saddle. Despite the fact that I wanted to smack
Connor upside the head, I had to smile. A clump of grass protruded from the mare's
mouth and with each sideways chew, clods of dirt fell to her feet. Whatever plant
she had found was so good that she pulled the entire thing - roots and all - out of
the ground for a snack. As she munched she looked at me, her eyes hooded yet knowing.

She didn't want to be there either.

***

The tree branches whipped from side to side and bobbed up and down as the breeze rustled
through the campsite. Connor hadn't said much to Riley when he came back from his
walk. He upset her and Kris too, who wouldn't even meet his gaze. Brilliant. The hard-packed
earth beneath where they lay hurt his pressure points, especially his hips.

It was cooler tonight. Probably just as cold as the night before had been with the
rain. He could taste the sap from the pine tree they slept under. The sharp and woody
smell left a tangy flavor on the back of his tongue. No matter how many times he swallowed,
he couldn't seem to make it go away.

He looked over to his left, where the girls rested. Riley was asleep with her back
to him. With her blonde hair out of her braid, she looked younger and wild. He wished
he could see her face. Someone has to be the first to say sorry... right?

He leaned over and gently gripped her shoulder, pulling her toward him. Her body fell
backwards with ease and he smiled as her head tilted to the side.

"Fucking Jesus!" he screamed, kicking the sleeping bag from his legs. "Fuck! Fuck!"

Her face was gone. Bloody sinew and muscle hung from her head in chunks, something
had eaten down to the bone in places. He screamed for Kris to wake up but she didn't
stir an inch. Connor stumbled to the foot of her sleeping bag and recoiled in fear
from the blood pool collected underneath her body.

Smacking at his face he cursed the night, not noticing the warm and sticky blood that
was splashed on his cheeks and chin, and looked down at Riley once more, hoping -
praying it wasn't real. That she would reach over and wake him from this living nightmare
before he stroked out. But she didn't. All he could focus on was the light color of
her wavy hair the golden strands that fanned out from her damaged face. Her face.
Her face…what did this to her? What in the bloody hell did this?! The metallic taste
of her blood rushed into his nose and mouth and he gagged so hard it made him light-headed.
The last thing he saw before he passed out was one of her hands resting awkwardly
on her chest…curled up tightly around a tuft of his own dark curls.