“Sure,” he said, brightening. “That’s very plan-like.”
They shared the last of the eggs and potatoes and stuffed their pockets with the strawberries. They wiped the plate clean with leaves and left it at the base of the tree. Benny wrote “Thanks!” in big letters in the dirt.
He turned and caught her watching him, her smile faint and her eyes distant.
“What?” Benny asked.
She blinked, and he thought he saw shutters close behind her eyes. “Nothing.”
Back in town Benny would have let that go, but in a lot of ways he felt like he had left behind the version of himself who was afraid to ask these kinds of questions. So he said, “No… there was something. The way you were looking at me. What is it?”
Birds sang in trees for almost five seconds before she answered. “Back in town… on your roof… I asked you if you loved me. Did you mean it?”
Benny’s mouth went dry. “Yes.”
“You haven’t said it since.”
A defensive reply leaped to his lips, but instead he said, “Neither have you.”
“No,” she admitted, her voice small. She squinted into the morning sunlight. “Maybe… maybe if leaving town had been easier…”
He waited.
“… it would be easier to say,” Nix finished. “But out here…”
“I know,” he said. “I feel it too.”
“Do you understand it?” she pleaded. “I’ve been trying to, but I can’t put it into the right words.”
Go for it, whispered the inner voice. Tell her the truth.
Benny nodded. “I think so. At least… I understand why I haven’t said it. Since we left town, we’ve been in trouble. Our ‘road trip’ hasn’t exactly been a load of fun. Saying ‘I love you’ out here… don’t laugh, but it would feel like taking off my carpet coat and walking out into a crowd of zoms. Saying it out loud just makes me feel vulnerable. Is that stupid?”
She shook her head. “No, it’s not stupid.”
“My turn to ask a question,” Benny said, and even though Nix stiffened, he plowed ahead. “Do you wish I hadn’t said it? At all, I mean?”
Strange lights flickered in the green depths of her eyes. “When you think the time is right,” she said, “try it again and see what happens.”
Benny’s insecurities wanted to read her comment in all the wrong ways, but his inner voice whispered a different suggestion to him. He said, “Count on it.”
She held out her hand. “So… want to go for a walk?”
“Well… it’s that or clean my room, but since my room is a tree…”
He took her hand, and they walked under the canopy of cool green leaves. Birds sang in the trees, and the grass beneath their feet glistened with morning dew. The first of the day’s bees buzzed softly among the flowers, going about their ancient and important work, collecting nectar and taking pollen from one flower to another. Cyclones of gnats spiraled up from the grass and swirled through the slanting sunlight. The loveliness of the forest was magical and fresh, but it was also immense. Neither of them spoke, unable to phrase their reactions to the rampant beauty and unwilling to trouble the air with the horrors that haunted their hearts.
Despite the warm reality of each other’s hands, they felt incredibly alone. Desolate. Even though they knew that Tom and Lilah and Chong were somewhere in this same forest, it was as if everyone else was on a different planet. Mountainside-home-was a million miles away. The jumbo jet could well have been on the far side of the world, or something from an old dream.
The rocky path wound down among trees and shrubs, and most of the way there was no evidence of what had happened last night except the smell of ash on the breeze. Then they rounded a bend, and all that changed.
“God…,” Nix said in a hollow whisper.
The field was a massive ruin. Trees had burned to stumps, bushes had been reduced to ash. The way station was nothing more than a blackened shell.
However, that was not the worst of it. Not by a long shot. Everywhere-on the field, collapsed over the glacial boulders, twisted into bony knots on the concrete slab by the station-were corpses. Last night they had been the living dead; now they were merely dead, the life force burned out of them by the conflagration Benny had set loose with a tiny match.
It was all so still. A blasted expanse of ash and cracked bones. Nix turned away.
Benny lowered his head. “I’m sorry,” he said.
Nix touched his arm. “This isn’t your fault. You didn’t mean-”
“Yes I did, Nix.” He turned to her and brushed a strand of curly red hair away from her face. “I started the fire because I didn’t know what else to do. I killed all those…”
“Zoms, Benny. They’re zoms. You can’t kill them.”
“I know… but…”
She looked puzzled. “What?”
“They were people once.”
“I know.”
“What if…” He stopped and took a breath, thinking of the terrible heat and of the flames spreading so rapidly on dry skin and old clothes. “What if they could feel it?”
“They can’t, Benny,” said Nix softly. “They’re dead.”
“We don’t know what they are. The dead are dead, they don’t move, they rot and turn to dust. The zoms… they move around. Sure, they attack people, but that’s the point. Dead people can’t do that… so what are they really? Why do they moan? Are they trying to communicate somehow? Are they trying to say something? Or… does being a zom hurt?”
“Hurt?”
“From what’s happened to them, and what’s still happening. The wounds that killed them, the decay… can they feel it?”
“They’re rotting, Benny. Their bodies move around, but there’s no intelligence.”
He shook his head. “We don’t really know that, Nix, and don’t pretend we do. Tom’s seen them turn door handles and climb steps. He says that some of them pick up stuff to use as weapons. Sticks and stones. The one last night beat on the door. That says something. That says there’s something going on inside.”
“Benny, a squirrel will pick stuff up. A cat will swat at stuff. It doesn’t mean-”
“That’s just it!” he cried. “Even if they’re only like a squirrel or a cat, or even if they’re only as smart as a bug, Nix… even bugs feel pain.”
She shook her head and looked at the twisted wreckage of zombie corpses lying in the ash. “No,” she said. “You’re going to drive yourself crazy thinking like that. Tom’s quieted thousands of zoms. He never said anything about them feeling pain.”
“How would he know?”
“Tom would know,” she said firmly. Benny listened to her words, but he also heard something in her voice. A tremor of doubt.
Let it be, whispered his inner voice. Now’s not the time.
He nodded and Nix looked relieved, thinking that he was agreeing with her. Benny stepped onto the ash and walked slowly over to the way station. The building was a total loss. Only the front wall still stood; the rest lay in heaps. Benny touched a finger to the outside wall. It was almost cool and covered with a thin film of soot. He nodded again, considering things very carefully, and then used his finger to write a message.
T / L / C
WE’RE FINE. HOPE YOU ARE TOO.
HEADING ON. YOU KNOW WHERE TO
LOOK FOR US.
W.S.
B / N
“W.S.?” Nix murmured. “Warrior smart?”
“Yeah. I want him to know we’re using what he taught us.”
“So… we’re heading east?”
“I guess,” he said. “To Yosemite. It’s that or go back to town. I sure don’t want to wait around here. I don’t know what drove all those zoms down here last night, and I don’t want to find out.”
He hadn’t yet told her about the man he’d seen standing among the zoms. The man he was pretty sure was Charlie Pink-eye. How could he tell Nix that her mother’s murderer was still out here, still roaming the world free?