Plague
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From the start, from the first day, they had been each other’s strength.
Not that they’d never fought. They were both strong willed and they had fought many times over things large and small. But the fights had always gone somewhere, they’d been worked through and resolved.
But now this cold distance between them. Something inside Astrid had broken after Mary’s death. That day had killed some part of Astrid and now it was like she didn’t even care enough to fight.
Sam said some of that to Dekka, talking out of sheer loneliness and need. But it made him uncomfortable, like he was betraying Astrid even talking about her.
And the truth was, so much of the problem between him and Astrid wasn’t about anything earth-shattering, it was just about sex. And Sam couldn’t really talk about that without sounding more like a jerk than he could stand.
So he diverted the conversation to Dekka. Which led to talking about Brianna. And Sam found himself quickly trapped in a conversation that was every bit as uncomfortable as talking about Astrid.
“I know you mean well, Sam,” Dekka was saying.
“The worst that happens is Brianna says, ‘No way, I’m not gay.’” He glanced back at Jack to make sure he was out of ear-shot.
Dekka sighed. “You don’t understand, Sam. You think that’s all there is to it, just be honest. But see, right now I have this little, tiny like, like flower of hope, right? It’s not much, but it’s what I am holding on to. I just . . . I can’t have her look at me and laugh. Or make a face and be grossed out. Because then I have nothing.”
It was the longest speech Sam had ever heard Dekka deliver.
“Yeah,” he said. “I get that.” He fervently wished he’d never opened his mouth.
There was a noise in the bushes off to one side. “Is that you, Jack?” Sam called in a loud voice.
“I’m over here,” Jack said, from the completely opposite direction. “I’m . . . I’m peeing.”
Sam stopped. He made a gesture to Dekka, indicating she should shield her eyes. Then he launched a fireball into the air, a Sammy sun. The bushes immediately became a green-tinged ghost space.
Just off the trail a coyote flinched at the light but did not run away. It snarled, bared its teeth, and crouched for a leap.
Dekka was faster than Sam. The coyote found itself floating a few feet off the ground, unable to kick, unable to leap.
It was a bizarre sight, the mangy, dirt-yellow coyote squirming and yowling in midair. But at last it let itself go limp.
“Why are you attacking us?” Sam asked. “Does Pack Leader know you’re trying to kill humans?”
“I Pack Leader,” the coyote said in its strangled, weird voice.
Sam stepped closer. Humans were not the only creatures to have evolved in the lawless universe of the FAYZ. One of the earliest had been the coyotes who served the gaiaphage. Some had mutated to develop the shorter tongues and flattened muzzles that allowed them a mangled sort of speech.
“Look,” Jack said. He was coming closer, pointing. “He has them, too.”
Sam walked cautiously around Pack Leader to see the other side. There were the insect jaws protruding from the matted fur. Two, maybe three of them.
“I came for hunter kill me,” Pack Leader said.
Sam knew this was not the original Pack Leader. Lana had killed that Pack Leader. But whether this was the second coyote to hold the title or some other coyote, he didn’t know. This one had slightly better powers of speech than the first.
“Hunter’s dead,” Sam said.
“You kill.”
“Yes.”
“Kill me, Bright Hands.”
Sam had no sympathy for the coyote. The coyotes had participated in the town plaza massacre. There were bodies buried in the cemetery that had been so badly ripped by coyote teeth that they were unrecognizable.
“The flying snakes cause this?” Sam asked, pointing at the awful parasites.
“Yes.”
“Where are they?”
Pack Leader made a purely coyote growl deep in his throat. “No words.”
“Then show us,” Sam said. “Take us to them.”
“Then you burn me?”
“Then I’ll burn you.”
At first Brittney was confused. She wondered if she was dreaming. Dreaming of fresh, cool air and a sky overhead.
But no, she was not in the basement.
Drake had escaped!
She had to do something. Had to warn someone. Even if it meant being returned to the basement. If Drake was loose in the world, he would do evil.
But to be locked away again . . . Surely she could take just a moment to be free. Just a moment . . .
She realized she was not alone.
“Who are you?”
“Jamal. I . . . I work for Albert, kind of. A bodyguard, like.”
The boy stood stiff, rigid, hand gripping the stock of his rifle too tightly. His other arm had been hurt.
“Why are you here, Jamal? Are you here to catch Drake?” She noticed a few feet of rope coiled and hung from Jamal’s belt. “I don’t think you can tie him up. He’s very dangerous.”
“I know that,” Jamal said. He was tugging the rope free.
Brittney suddenly understood why Jamal was there. She bolted.
Jamal ran after her.
“Don’t run or I have to shoot you,” Jamal cried.
He was faster than she was. Everyone was faster than Brittney. But he was fumbling one-handed with the rope and had to sling the gun over his shoulder. All Brittney had to do was run.
Not that they’d never fought. They were both strong willed and they had fought many times over things large and small. But the fights had always gone somewhere, they’d been worked through and resolved.
But now this cold distance between them. Something inside Astrid had broken after Mary’s death. That day had killed some part of Astrid and now it was like she didn’t even care enough to fight.
Sam said some of that to Dekka, talking out of sheer loneliness and need. But it made him uncomfortable, like he was betraying Astrid even talking about her.
And the truth was, so much of the problem between him and Astrid wasn’t about anything earth-shattering, it was just about sex. And Sam couldn’t really talk about that without sounding more like a jerk than he could stand.
So he diverted the conversation to Dekka. Which led to talking about Brianna. And Sam found himself quickly trapped in a conversation that was every bit as uncomfortable as talking about Astrid.
“I know you mean well, Sam,” Dekka was saying.
“The worst that happens is Brianna says, ‘No way, I’m not gay.’” He glanced back at Jack to make sure he was out of ear-shot.
Dekka sighed. “You don’t understand, Sam. You think that’s all there is to it, just be honest. But see, right now I have this little, tiny like, like flower of hope, right? It’s not much, but it’s what I am holding on to. I just . . . I can’t have her look at me and laugh. Or make a face and be grossed out. Because then I have nothing.”
It was the longest speech Sam had ever heard Dekka deliver.
“Yeah,” he said. “I get that.” He fervently wished he’d never opened his mouth.
There was a noise in the bushes off to one side. “Is that you, Jack?” Sam called in a loud voice.
“I’m over here,” Jack said, from the completely opposite direction. “I’m . . . I’m peeing.”
Sam stopped. He made a gesture to Dekka, indicating she should shield her eyes. Then he launched a fireball into the air, a Sammy sun. The bushes immediately became a green-tinged ghost space.
Just off the trail a coyote flinched at the light but did not run away. It snarled, bared its teeth, and crouched for a leap.
Dekka was faster than Sam. The coyote found itself floating a few feet off the ground, unable to kick, unable to leap.
It was a bizarre sight, the mangy, dirt-yellow coyote squirming and yowling in midair. But at last it let itself go limp.
“Why are you attacking us?” Sam asked. “Does Pack Leader know you’re trying to kill humans?”
“I Pack Leader,” the coyote said in its strangled, weird voice.
Sam stepped closer. Humans were not the only creatures to have evolved in the lawless universe of the FAYZ. One of the earliest had been the coyotes who served the gaiaphage. Some had mutated to develop the shorter tongues and flattened muzzles that allowed them a mangled sort of speech.
“Look,” Jack said. He was coming closer, pointing. “He has them, too.”
Sam walked cautiously around Pack Leader to see the other side. There were the insect jaws protruding from the matted fur. Two, maybe three of them.
“I came for hunter kill me,” Pack Leader said.
Sam knew this was not the original Pack Leader. Lana had killed that Pack Leader. But whether this was the second coyote to hold the title or some other coyote, he didn’t know. This one had slightly better powers of speech than the first.
“Hunter’s dead,” Sam said.
“You kill.”
“Yes.”
“Kill me, Bright Hands.”
Sam had no sympathy for the coyote. The coyotes had participated in the town plaza massacre. There were bodies buried in the cemetery that had been so badly ripped by coyote teeth that they were unrecognizable.
“The flying snakes cause this?” Sam asked, pointing at the awful parasites.
“Yes.”
“Where are they?”
Pack Leader made a purely coyote growl deep in his throat. “No words.”
“Then show us,” Sam said. “Take us to them.”
“Then you burn me?”
“Then I’ll burn you.”
At first Brittney was confused. She wondered if she was dreaming. Dreaming of fresh, cool air and a sky overhead.
But no, she was not in the basement.
Drake had escaped!
She had to do something. Had to warn someone. Even if it meant being returned to the basement. If Drake was loose in the world, he would do evil.
But to be locked away again . . . Surely she could take just a moment to be free. Just a moment . . .
She realized she was not alone.
“Who are you?”
“Jamal. I . . . I work for Albert, kind of. A bodyguard, like.”
The boy stood stiff, rigid, hand gripping the stock of his rifle too tightly. His other arm had been hurt.
“Why are you here, Jamal? Are you here to catch Drake?” She noticed a few feet of rope coiled and hung from Jamal’s belt. “I don’t think you can tie him up. He’s very dangerous.”
“I know that,” Jamal said. He was tugging the rope free.
Brittney suddenly understood why Jamal was there. She bolted.
Jamal ran after her.
“Don’t run or I have to shoot you,” Jamal cried.
He was faster than she was. Everyone was faster than Brittney. But he was fumbling one-handed with the rope and had to sling the gun over his shoulder. All Brittney had to do was run.
