He did not dare.
45
TOM IMURA WAS UP LONG BEFORE DAWN. HE FIXED A QUICK MEAL FOR himself and Sally, refilled their canteens from a small stream, and was ready to go by the time there was enough light to be able to distinguish shadows from substance.
It took Sally Two-Knives a little longer to climb out of the well of sleep, but after she’d eaten something and had her fill of water, she looked and sounded much better than she had the night before. “You’ll live,” Tom said with gentle humor.
“I’ve actually had worse,” she said, carefully probing the knife wound beneath the bandage. “So have you.”
He shrugged. “Fact of life.”
Sally reached out a hand. “Help me up.”
He did. They were both very careful about it, and Sally micromanaged the process with a lot of curses and complaints until she was on her feet and leaning against one of the rocks that formed their shelter. “Well,” she said, “that was interesting.”
“You shouldn’t be up.”
“Can’t stay here. Besides, my horse is out there somewhere. I find her, I’ll be okay.”
“Riding a horse with a stab wound is-”
“-going to hurt, no kidding. Better than walking.”
“You should try and rest for most of the-”
“Don’t even try, Tom. It’s kind of you to be nice to a lady-if we can suspend disbelief long enough to use that word for me-but you need to go find that boy, and I need to go find your brother and the girls.”
Tom had no argument for that. “Thanks, Sally. Can I do anything for-”
“Get your ass in gear, boy. You’re burning daylight.”
He smiled. It was only barely bright enough to see the path. Tom nodded and was about to step back when Sally grabbed him by the front of the shirt with her good hand and pulled him in for a whopper of a kiss. When she finally pushed him back, he gasped and blinked like a trout on a riverbank.
“Wow!”
“In case I don’t ever see you again, Tom,” she said, giving him a wicked little smile. “I don’t want you to forget me.”
“Um… not a chance. Wow.” He gave her a last smile, turned, and vanished into the forest.
Sally watched him go. In the brief moment between his smile and his departure, as he turned away, she saw the smile fall away from his handsome face to be replaced by the face of the hunter. She repeated what she’d said the night before.
“God help anyone who gets in your way.”
FROM NIX’S JOURNAL
Zom 101
Zom: What just about everyone calls the living dead.
Zom: Nomadic zoms. Ones that walk around but aren’t actually following prey. (Most zoms don’t move unless they are following something.)
Walker: Another name for a Nom, though some people call all zoms walkers.
Sliver: A thin piece of metal with a sharpened tip used to “quiet” a zom. It’s inserted at the base of the skill in order to sever the spinal cord.
Quieting: What people call it when a zom is “killed” permanently.
46
BENNY LET NIX SLEEP UNTIL THE WHOLE FOREST WAS INFUSED WITH A pink light. He studied the woods, looking for any signs of zoms. Or of Lilah. Or Tom. No sign of the Greenman, either. For the moment it appeared as if they had the forest all to themselves.
Benny touched Nix’s face with his thumb, caressing her cheek very gently. He lifted the edge of the bandage and studied the long cut and the delicate stitchery. The wound was a little red and puffy, but it wasn’t bad.
Nix made a soft sound and opened her eyes. Green eyes. Not green and gold and black.
“Hey,” she said almost shyly, smiling up at him.
“Hey yourself.”
“What time is it?”
“Half hour past dawn.”
Nix stretched against him and then sat up and yawned so hard her jaws creaked. Then she held her palm up and breathed against it. “Gak! I have monkey breath.”
“Mine’s closer to one of the great apes,” he said.
Their backpacks and gear were back at the way station.
Or in the ashes of it. All they had was what they’d carried in their vests and jeans pockets. Matches, first aid kit, sewing kit, knives, cadaverine. No toothbrushes. Nothing to eat.
Benny handed her his canteen and she rinsed and spat. Then she told him to take off his vest and open his shirt. He was shy about it-not from modesty but because he didn’t really want to know how bad the burn was. It hurt less this morning, but his mind conjured images of charred ends of bone sticking out of gangrenous flesh.
The actual wound was almost disappointing. Three lines of blistered skin, each no wider than a pencil and each less than an inch long. The skin around the burns was puffy, but there was no sign of infection.
“You’ll live,” Nix declared as she finished cleaning the burns with a piece of bandage.
“Doesn’t even hurt,” he said, but he was sure she didn’t believe him.
His stomach suddenly growled as loud as a hungry zom. “We need to find some food.”
They removed the bokkens from Benny’s carpet coat and climbed carefully down from the tree. It was a slow and painful process; they were both stiff and sore. As they dropped to the grass they both froze.
There was something at the base of the tree. Someone had placed several fist-size stones in a tight circle to act as a base on which was placed a large hand-carved wooden tray. Large, clean leaves covered the tray, and a wonderful aroma drifted out from beneath them. Nix lifted the leaves and gasped. Benny’s mouth fell open. The wooden plate was piled high with fat yellow mounds of scrambled eggs, thick fried potatoes, and a mound of fresh strawberries.
“What?” Benny asked, looking around. “Who-?”
“Who cares?” Nix said as she scooped a handful of eggs off the plate. “God… there’s enough here for ten people.”
“We are awake, right?”
Nix laughed and shoved eggs into his mouth. He chewed. It was cold but delicious.
“Does this make any sense?” he asked as scooped up more eggs with his fingers.
Nix shook her head, then shrugged. “Maybe. Possible sense, anyway. Think about it.”
It took two mouthfuls of eggs and three potatoes before he caught up with her. “Man, I’m slow!”
“Gee, that’s a news flash,” she said, her cheeks filled like a squirrel.
“The Greenman!”
“Question is,” Nix said, swallowing, “why?”
“He’s a friend of Tom’s.”
She nodded. “Wonder why he didn’t hang around to say hi?”
“No idea. Wish I knew where he lived. Tom said it’s around here somewhere. Probably pretty well hidden, though. Guy’s not supposed to be very social.”
They ate for a while, then Nix said, “God… there are so many questions. What’s happening with Tom and Chong? Where’s Lilah? Who took the cans down last night? Why did all those zoms attack us? And what’s with that freak Preacher Jack?”
Benny smiled. “Since when did you think I knew what the heck was going on?”
“Always a first time.”
“Maybe,” he said, “but today isn’t that day.” He rubbed his hands briskly over his face. “Okay… so, what’s the plan?”
“Plan?” she replied. “Don’t you have one?”
“Um… what makes you think the ‘no answer’ guy is the ‘I have a plan’ guy?”
“’Cause I don’t have a plan either,” she said.
“Ah.” They looked around, watching the woods as if answers would magically appear. “We could wait here and see if the Greenman comes back.”
Benny shook his head. “I don’t think he will. He didn’t wait for us last night, and he didn’t stick around to have breakfast with us this morning.”
Nix sighed. “Maybe we should go back and take a look at the field and the way station. From a distance, I mean. See what’s what.”