Hunger
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“You want to run, too?” Brittney challenged Mike.
“Lana’s not exactly here right now,” Mike said. “What if they shoot me? I’m just a kid, you know.”
Brittney tightened her grip on her machine gun. It hung from a strap over her shoulder. She’d long since gotten used to the weight of it. She had test-fired it four times, following Edilio’s training program. The first time she’d dropped it and burst into tears and Edilio had asked her if she wanted to quit.
But then Tanner had made his presence known, a soft voice that spoke to her when she was scared and told her not to worry, that he was in Heaven with Jesus and the angels. And he was so happy, not hurt or afraid or lonely anymore.
The next time she’d held on as the gun kicked in her hands. After that she’d more or less hit what she aimed at.
“If that’s Caine out there, I’m going to get him,” Brittney said.
“I hate him,” she said. “I mean, I hate what he did. Hate the sin, not the sinner. And I’m going to shoot him so he won’t hurt anyone else.”
The banging had stopped. Now something different was happening. The door seemed to be bulging inward. It creaked and groaned. There was a loud snap.
It was going to give way.
“Run away, Mike,” Brittney said. He was weak. Well, kids were, sometimes. She had to forgive that. “But leave your pistol.”
“Where do you want me to put it?”
Brittney stared at the door. It was bulging, straining. Something or someone very, very strong was pushing against it.
“On the floor. Underneath the last console. Back where no one can see it.”
“You should come,” Mike pleaded.
Brittney’s finger curled around the trigger. “No. I don’t think I’m going to do that.”
She heard his footsteps retreating down the hallway. She expected the door to give way in a few seconds. And then she figured she would be in Heaven with her little brother.
“Lord? Please help me to be brave,” Brittney said. “In Jesus’ name. Amen.”
“It’s okay if I die, Tanner,” she said, in a different sort of prayer, one she knew her dead brother could hear. “As long as Caine dies first.”
TWENTY
18 HOURS, 29 MINUTES
BRIANNA HAD NOT found Sam on the road to the power plant as she raced back to town. He was not on any of the roads. The only vehicle she had seen had Quinn, Albert, Cookie, and Lana out for a ride in a giant pickup truck. She’d thought about stopping them, telling them to go to the power plant, but none of the four was much of a fighter. Quinn and Cookie were both supposed to be soldiers, but the person she needed to find was Sam, not his useless old surfing buddy.
Sam wasn’t at the gas station. He wasn’t at town hall or in the plaza. He wasn’t anywhere she looked.
And Brianna was burning out fast. The speed was exhausting. Not as tiring as it should have been, probably, given that she had just run something like fifteen miles or so, dodging back and forth, up and down streets and alleyways. But exhausting. And the hunger was like a lion inside her, tearing at her insides.
Her sneakers were in tatters. Again. They didn’t build Nikes for going as fast as a race car.
Then she heard a loud bang. It was hard to guess where it had come from. But then suddenly there were kids running. Slow. Very slow. But as fast as they could run, poor things.
“What’s going on?” she demanded, screeching to a stop.
No one answered. If anything, they seemed scared of her.
It was clear, though, that they were running away from, and not toward something. So she zipped back up the street and in less time than it would have taken a normal heart to beat twice she was standing in Astrid’s open doorway.
“Hey. Anybody home?”
Astrid came out, followed by Edilio. It was obvious that neither was having a good night. Astrid had a red welt on the side of her face next to her eye. Edilio was rubbing his head gingerly and holding a massive shotgun.
“Where is Sam?” Brianna demanded. “What happened to you guys?”
“You missed the fun,” Edilio said sourly.
“No. No, I didn’t. You did!” Brianna yelled. “Caine is attacking the power plant.”
“What?”
“He’s there. He and Drake and some other guys.”
“What about our kids up there?” Edilio demanded.
“I didn’t see any of them. Look, Caine threw a car through the front gate. He’s real serious about this.”
“You know where Hunter lives?” Edilio asked.
Brianna nodded. But too fast to be seen. So she said, “Yeah.”
“Go there. Sam was there last I saw him. Tell him I’m getting my guys. It’ll take me half an hour to get everyone assembled again. Tell Sam I’ll meet him at the highway.”
“Your shoes,” Astrid said, pointing down at Brianna’s feet. “What size do you wear?”
“Six.”
“I’ll get you a pair from my closet.” But before Astrid could move, Brianna was up the stairs and back, sitting on the porch and tying on a pair of New Balance.
“Thanks,” she said to s startled Astrid.
“Don’t forget to—,” Astrid said, but between “don’t” and “forget” Brianna had arrived at Hunter’s house.
Dekka was just coming down the steps looking like a thundercloud. The girl barely flinched when Brianna appeared suddenly before her.
“Lana’s not exactly here right now,” Mike said. “What if they shoot me? I’m just a kid, you know.”
Brittney tightened her grip on her machine gun. It hung from a strap over her shoulder. She’d long since gotten used to the weight of it. She had test-fired it four times, following Edilio’s training program. The first time she’d dropped it and burst into tears and Edilio had asked her if she wanted to quit.
But then Tanner had made his presence known, a soft voice that spoke to her when she was scared and told her not to worry, that he was in Heaven with Jesus and the angels. And he was so happy, not hurt or afraid or lonely anymore.
The next time she’d held on as the gun kicked in her hands. After that she’d more or less hit what she aimed at.
“If that’s Caine out there, I’m going to get him,” Brittney said.
“I hate him,” she said. “I mean, I hate what he did. Hate the sin, not the sinner. And I’m going to shoot him so he won’t hurt anyone else.”
The banging had stopped. Now something different was happening. The door seemed to be bulging inward. It creaked and groaned. There was a loud snap.
It was going to give way.
“Run away, Mike,” Brittney said. He was weak. Well, kids were, sometimes. She had to forgive that. “But leave your pistol.”
“Where do you want me to put it?”
Brittney stared at the door. It was bulging, straining. Something or someone very, very strong was pushing against it.
“On the floor. Underneath the last console. Back where no one can see it.”
“You should come,” Mike pleaded.
Brittney’s finger curled around the trigger. “No. I don’t think I’m going to do that.”
She heard his footsteps retreating down the hallway. She expected the door to give way in a few seconds. And then she figured she would be in Heaven with her little brother.
“Lord? Please help me to be brave,” Brittney said. “In Jesus’ name. Amen.”
“It’s okay if I die, Tanner,” she said, in a different sort of prayer, one she knew her dead brother could hear. “As long as Caine dies first.”
TWENTY
18 HOURS, 29 MINUTES
BRIANNA HAD NOT found Sam on the road to the power plant as she raced back to town. He was not on any of the roads. The only vehicle she had seen had Quinn, Albert, Cookie, and Lana out for a ride in a giant pickup truck. She’d thought about stopping them, telling them to go to the power plant, but none of the four was much of a fighter. Quinn and Cookie were both supposed to be soldiers, but the person she needed to find was Sam, not his useless old surfing buddy.
Sam wasn’t at the gas station. He wasn’t at town hall or in the plaza. He wasn’t anywhere she looked.
And Brianna was burning out fast. The speed was exhausting. Not as tiring as it should have been, probably, given that she had just run something like fifteen miles or so, dodging back and forth, up and down streets and alleyways. But exhausting. And the hunger was like a lion inside her, tearing at her insides.
Her sneakers were in tatters. Again. They didn’t build Nikes for going as fast as a race car.
Then she heard a loud bang. It was hard to guess where it had come from. But then suddenly there were kids running. Slow. Very slow. But as fast as they could run, poor things.
“What’s going on?” she demanded, screeching to a stop.
No one answered. If anything, they seemed scared of her.
It was clear, though, that they were running away from, and not toward something. So she zipped back up the street and in less time than it would have taken a normal heart to beat twice she was standing in Astrid’s open doorway.
“Hey. Anybody home?”
Astrid came out, followed by Edilio. It was obvious that neither was having a good night. Astrid had a red welt on the side of her face next to her eye. Edilio was rubbing his head gingerly and holding a massive shotgun.
“Where is Sam?” Brianna demanded. “What happened to you guys?”
“You missed the fun,” Edilio said sourly.
“No. No, I didn’t. You did!” Brianna yelled. “Caine is attacking the power plant.”
“What?”
“He’s there. He and Drake and some other guys.”
“What about our kids up there?” Edilio demanded.
“I didn’t see any of them. Look, Caine threw a car through the front gate. He’s real serious about this.”
“You know where Hunter lives?” Edilio asked.
Brianna nodded. But too fast to be seen. So she said, “Yeah.”
“Go there. Sam was there last I saw him. Tell him I’m getting my guys. It’ll take me half an hour to get everyone assembled again. Tell Sam I’ll meet him at the highway.”
“Your shoes,” Astrid said, pointing down at Brianna’s feet. “What size do you wear?”
“Six.”
“I’ll get you a pair from my closet.” But before Astrid could move, Brianna was up the stairs and back, sitting on the porch and tying on a pair of New Balance.
“Thanks,” she said to s startled Astrid.
“Don’t forget to—,” Astrid said, but between “don’t” and “forget” Brianna had arrived at Hunter’s house.
Dekka was just coming down the steps looking like a thundercloud. The girl barely flinched when Brianna appeared suddenly before her.
