Open Roads (11 page)

Thomas drew in one more long breath. “That night, I made my sister and the others lock themselves in one of the cabins, and Charlie and I opened the doors one at a time and put them down.” He cleared his throat. “When we were finished, we burned the bodies over there.” He pointed to the far end of the campground.

“My God,” Gabriel said. “Why didn’t you just let others do it?”

“I wish that question had an answer, man,” Thomas said. “For whatever reason, I just felt I had to be the one to do it.”

“I couldn’t have done all that,” Gabriel said.

“And that’s why I’m here telling you this,” Thomas said.

Gabriel cocked his head and narrowed his eyes at Thomas.

“As soon as you leave here, you need to get to Washington as fast as you can,” Thomas said. “Don’t stop and don’t let anyone hold you back. These people are your friends, but that’s your family out there. If I had any hope at all that my family was alive, I’d stop at nothing to get to them. And if you get to them, and you find them in the same state my family was in, then God help you. But I hope that you don’t have to do what I had to do.”

Every muscle in Gabriel’s body tensed, and he became so enthralled by what Thomas had just said to him that he almost forgot to breathe. He’d thought back over and over again to the last conversation he’d had with Katie on the phone, thankful that it had been pleasant. But it still wasn’t enough to mask the issues they’d had going on at home. All this played into Gabriel’s guilt, and if he reached home and found that his wife and daughter were either dead or turned, then he’d already decided to make sure he had one extra bullet for himself. God forbid he have to live through what Thomas had lived through.

And as if the two men were brothers or best friends from childhood, they embraced in the middle of the dining room, both of them crying.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Later on that evening, the hosts set up a bonfire at the end of the campground, just on the other side the playground. This had apparently been the group’s routine, as Will had noticed earlier a collection of rocks that formed a circle around the charred remains of the wood they’d burned the previous evening.

Even though the rain had let up, Will and the others had collectively decided to stay the evening. Being out on the road at night was dangerous as it was, but making it back down the mud-caked mountain in pitch black would pose to be even more treacherous. The circumstances had brought more frustration upon Gabriel, but Will had been able to drive some sense into him, knowing that trying to get back out on the road that night would’ve been suicide.

When Will emerged from the cabin, the sun had gone to sleep, and the moon sat in the sky, possibly just another day or two from revealing its entire face. The clouds had dissipated in spots, revealing pockets of stars. Crickets chirped, and leaves in the woods ruffled every now and then. The entire campground was dark except for the bright orange glow of the bonfire. Each person sat just off from the flames, which illuminated their faces. There was a chill in the air, just as Charlie had warned them about earlier. Will wondered, even with all the available wood to burn surrounding them, how the group would survive up here once the temperatures really started to drop. And furthermore, what were he and his own group going to do once the temperatures fell? They would be in Washington by then, but what if this refugee camp they were hoping to find there was nonexistent? Will shook the thought off as he headed down the front porch staircase and walked across the courtyard to join the others by the fire.

As he approached, he quickly noticed the absence of Gabriel and Thomas. Everyone else was there, sitting basically shoulder-to-shoulder with each other. The three kids had their own little area, and the older couple, Larry and Marie, looked like Siamese twins, cuddled up under a blanket together. Will glanced over to Jessica.

“Where’s Gabriel?”

“He didn’t want to come out here,” Jessica said. “I think he just wanted some time alone.”

“Same with Thomas,” Charlie said. “He’s back at his place. Maybe he’ll join us in a little while. Gabriel, too, if he has a change of heart. Have a seat.”

Holly had saved a place for Will to sit between both her and Jessica. Holly patted on the ground beside her, inviting Will to sit down. He moved around the circle and plopped down onto a blanket which covered the mud.

“You guys sit out here every night?” Will asked.

“It’s just started to get cooler over the last few nights,” Claire said. “We’ve been trying to save most of the wood we’ve gathered for when it gets
really
cold, but this has been some really good bonding time for us over the last couple of evenings.”

“There’s only so much you can do up here at night with no power,” noted Scott, the twenty-something year old guy who’d barely spoken a word up until now.

“Do you guys plan to just stay up here?” Jessica asked.

Charlie, Claire, and Larry all nodded.

“Where else would we go?” Larry asked. “Me and the misses aren’t exactly built for travel, especially out there, from the way that Charlie, Claire, and Thomas have described it.”

“We’ve only been into town and back,” Charlie said. “How bad is it out there?”

Will looked down, grabbing a twig and twisting it in his hand. “Bad.”

“You guys don’t want to go out there,” Holly said. “Trust us.”

“We’d only thought about it a little,” Charlie said. “I think mostly we’d just like to try and find some answers about what the hell is
really
going on. About what’s causing this.”

Will could feel the eyes of Jessica and Holly on him without even having to look up. He ran his hand under his sleeve and rubbed the wound on his arm again. He wasn’t sure if these people would believe him or think he was crazy, but he felt, with all the hospitality they’d shown, that they at least deserved to know what he and the others knew.

So, he told them.

He began with the experimental Empty at the hospital, explaining to them how the hospital’s survivors had run some test and been unable to find any trace of a virus or infection within it. He told them what he knew about how to kill the beasts, which they’d already found out on their own through trial and error. Then, Will drew in a deep breath as he prepared to drop the bomb on them.

“We think the reason for the reanimation is supernatural. Something… demonic.”

Charlie looked upon Will with a blank stare. He cleared his throat. “Demonic?”

Will nodded.

“You mean… like those things are possessed by demons?” Marie asked.

The old man, Larry, chuckled. “And what on earth makes you think that?”

Holly put her hand on Will’s shoulder and nodded at him, glancing down to his arm. Will sighed, then rolled up his shirt sleeve. He leaned in toward the light of the flames and put his arm out for everyone to see.

There was a collective gasp as everyone looked down at the bite marks on Will’s arm; then they all seemed to turn their eyes up to Will’s.

Charlie said, “You got bit?”

Again, Will just nodded.

“Don’t worry,” Holly said. “He’s not infected.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“Because I watched a man draw the demon out of him,” Jessica said, breaking her silence.

The campground survivors looked at Will, their jaws dropped and eyes wide. They looked as if they didn’t believe Jessica.

“It’s true,” Dylan said. “I was there, too.”

Will explained all that he knew about what had happened. How he’d gotten into the car accident, then been bitten by a man they’d had a confrontation with, sparing himself the pain of explaining to them who David Ellis was. To the point, it was irrelevant. He moved on, speaking about how he’d been bitten, and then eventually blacked out. Not just blacked out, but passed on. Holly and Jessica listened just as intently, as this was the first time he’d spoken this in-depth about what it had felt like to have died. He had no recollection of being revived by Samuel, the preacher, but used Jessica’s account that she’d shared with him after she’d witnessed the exorcism herself. By the end of it, both Holly and Jessica were in tears, which caused a chain reaction to the children, Claire, and the elderly couple.

Most of the rest of the evening was spent in silence, with the occasional question or comment coming in. Will felt emotionally drained. He sat by the fire with Jessica and Holly, both cuddled up with him on either shoulder. He felt relieved, having finally spoken out loud about having almost been turned. He wasn’t really sure if the campground survivors believed him, nor did he give a shit. He knew it was the truth, and felt that they’d earned the right to at least know what he and the others knew. These were good people, and like Will and his group, they’d need every advantage possible in order to survive in this hellfire of a new world.

Will spent the rest of his time outside staring into the fire and reflecting on the last few weeks, trying to pick out as many positives as he could.

Then, after a time, he finally retreated back to his cabin to get some rest.

CHAPTER TWELVE

The sun peeked in through the window of the bedroom, coming in at just the right angle to shine on Gabriel’s face. He slit his eyes open, groaning and turning away from the light as it blinded him. He wished he would’ve thought better to close those blinds before passing out the night before.

He looked to the bed next to him and saw Dylan curled up under the blankets. When Gabriel had gone to sleep the previous night, the boy had still been away with the others. Gabriel had decided not to join the group. Every second of his life lately had been spent around the others, and he needed some time to himself to try and decompress from all the anxiety surrounding their situation. The previous day’s talk with Thomas had only added to Gabriel’s eagerness to get home. It had made him much more stressed than he’d already been. So, instead of singing “Kumbaya” around the campfire with everyone, Gabriel had burned a couple of logs in the chimney and sat in the living room, on the sofa, relaxing and thinking about everything from the plane crash to the hospital. But he’d mostly thought of his wife and daughter.

Gabriel carefully peeled the sheets off of himself and swung his legs off the side of the bed. Dylan didn’t move. He continued to breathe easy, hopefully off dreaming about something happy. The previous night, Gabriel had made sure he had all his things together for a quick departure this morning. He slipped on his pants and shirt, which he had laid out the previous night, picked up his shoes, and crept out of the room, careful not to wake the boy. He pulled the door shut behind him, and noticed that the door to Jessica’s room was open. He glanced inside, only to see an empty bed with the sheets and comforter still neatly tucked under the pillows, up to the top of the mattress. It looked as if she might have slept somewhere else the night before, or perhaps she had just gotten an early start and was somewhere else, inside the cabin or outside.

He didn’t find her around anywhere, and after putting on his shoes, he opened the front door of the cabin and stepped outside.

The morning was cool and calm. Somewhat to his surprise, nobody was in the courtyard, making him wonder if he was the first person to have awoken. Maybe Jessica had slept at Will and Holly’s. He glanced over to their cabin, and decided to head over.

As he approached, he saw a note taped to the front door. He moved up the steps and squinted his eyes to try to start reading it. The wind blew, causing the piece of paper to wave, and Gabriel grabbed it to keep it still.