I pulled the lid off the bin marked “pantry” and dug around in it. The MRE rations were starting to get low, mostly because (I suspected) they were just so convenient. All we had to do was mix in a little water to get that chemical heater fired up, and in a few minutes, the food was ready to go. Even if some of the meals tasted like boiled cardboard, it was hard to argue with. I pulled out a bag of Maple Sausage breakfast.
“Can I get you two anything?” I asked over my shoulder.
“Nah. We both ate already. You go ahead, Little Sis.”
There was a jug of water on the ground by the guys, probably used to clean Jake’s wound. “Can I steal some of that?” I asked. Billy nodded; he was bent nearly double over Jake’s hand while tying a knot. I got my food pack set up, leaned it against a rock, and claimed a chair (two additional chairs had been put out for when Lizzy and I finally woke up). I messed around with the positioning of the rifle in my lap; it dangled on its sling much more comfortably than it rested on my legs in a narrow chair.
“How you feeling, Jake?” I asked.
“Better,” he said, sounding refreshed. “Standing up can get a little hairy; I get dizzy spells and sometimes a wave of nausea if I move too quickly, but the headache seems to be all gone. My head is still sore and bruised where the guy cracked it, but that’s just surface area. It only hurts if I touch it.”
“Any cognitive issues?” Billy asked without looking up.
Jake was quiet for a moment. Then, in answer, he began to recite the alphabet in reverse at slow but regular intervals. “Z… y… x… w… v… u… t… s… r… q—yeah, I think I’m good. I couldn’t get past X when I tried last night.”
“Nice,” Billy said, and you could hear the smile in his voice. “Those dizzy spells say you still gotta take it easy, but the rest of it is good news.”
I heard more movement from our tent. Elizabeth was stirring.
“So what are the plans for today?” I asked.
“Road trip,” Billy said promptly. “If it’s all the same to everyone else, I’m reversing my earlier position about taking our time. I’d like to avoid encounters with any more assholes if at all possible.”
“We do know how to help protect against that, now…” Jake said.
Billy sighed and looked up from his work. “You’re correct that we should have cleared the warehouse. You’re wrong that it was your fault.” The exchange had the sound of an argument that they had worn out before I woke up.
“Agree to disagree,” Jake returned.
“Stubborn…” Billy muttered under his breath. He cut the thread with his pocket knife, put his tools aside, and disinfected the area. He began to wrap the hand up in a bandage and said, “You’re pretty damned lucky this was just skin. There’s plenty of tendons back there; she could have crippled your hand.”
“Can I make a suggestion before we hit the road?” I asked.
“Sure,” Jake said. “What’s up?”
“I know this area. There’s a Walmart just down the way, maybe five or ten minutes.” I pointed south down the 15 to emphasize. “We have a long way to drive. We need some tunes.”
Jake’s mouth quirked in what I could have sworn was the shadow of a smile.
Billy grimaced: “Uh, well, I dunno. I don’t want us to split up anymore, and I don’t want to leave the vehicles alone outside. Anyone could just walk up to the truck and help themselves. It’s risky. We don’t know if there’s anyone in the store…”
“Billy…” Jake said. Billy stopped talking and looked to Jake. “Music is necessary.”
I realize now how correct that statement is. We came pretty close to being wiped out as a species—I guess we still could be. Vaccines don’t exist anymore so something could come along and finish us off, I suppose. The winters up here are pretty touch-and-go sometimes, too.
Even so, after two years our little community has slowly grown and is beginning to thrive, which gives me hope and tells me that humans aren’t done. The Plague wiped out whatever was left over after the Flare did its damage and only a very small percentage remains, which means that creative expression was effectively halted. The development of the arts (as in music, movies, writing, or visual work such as paintings) was at a full stop in those early days. Now obviously, these things aren’t at an end—humans have been creating music, telling stories, and doodling on cave walls ever since we learned how to make fire. But at that time, as we all sat out in our campsite, the world might never see the composition of a new song, as far as we could tell. I think Jake and I both were a little homesick for our culture, not because we had been without it for so long but because we knew we would have to be without it for so long.
“Music…is necessary, yes,” Billy finally agreed having been infected.
“It’s not just the music,” I added. When they both looked at me, I elaborated. “You’ve done a fine job covering all the essentials in your kit, Billy, but those essentials apply mostly to men. There are some… uh… gaps to fill.” I grimaced and rolled my eyes at the unfortunate choice of wording.
Billy slapped his forehead. “Of course you need… I’m sorry. That never even occurred to me.”
“That’s okay,” I said. “Aside from that, I was thinking we could grab some things for Lizzy to keep her entertained. Maybe some toys or coloring books if we can find them.”
They both nodded, and Billy said, “Absolutely.”
“This time,” Jake said, “You’ll go with Lizzy and Amanda into the store, and I’ll stay with the trucks. I think we’ve seen that Amanda is more than capable of handling herself… more capable than me, really. I seem to get soundly beat up every time I get into a fight.”
“You sure you can handle that?” Billy asked, pointing to his temple and gesturing over to Jake’s head in the same motion.
It sounded a little condescending to my ears, but Jake didn’t seem to take it that way at all. “Yes, I’m good. I’m actually doing better right now if I can stay in one place rather than walking around. I don’t think my inner ear is quite right yet. We’ll move all the critical items like food and water from the truck to the back of the Jeep where they can be locked inside. I’ll keep my eyes open.”
Lizzy picked that time to emerge from the tent. Her hair stuck out in wild directions. She slept hard as a general rule and yesterday had been rough. “Hey, everyone,” she said and floated into the last empty chair.
“Good morning, Girly!” Billy said.
“Kiddo…” Jake added.
I got up and started doing what Elizabeth calls “Momming.” I got some plates and forks out of the “kitchen” and a bottle of water to share between us. “Here, Mija, have some breakfast.” I divided the meal equally between us (I have a hard time finishing off a whole MRE by myself; there’s a lot more in them than you’d think).
While we ate, Billy hauled the duffel bag out of the back of the Jeep and set it on the ground in front of him.
“Losing the van was a bummer but we’re not entirely bereft,” he said as he unzipped it. He reached in a pulled out one of the rifles.
“What all is in there?” Jake asked, leaning forward to look in.
“There’re four rifles: three AR types and an AK. We have more ammo for the ARs than we do the AK; I almost didn’t grab the AK because I didn’t want to lug an extra type of ammo on the road but the rifle is so damned reliable that I couldn’t pass it up. Aside from that, we have a few assorted pistols in 9 mm and some essential accessories.”
“More reliable than these other rifles, huh?” Jake said.