Theo starts lowering weapons, ammo, and grenades via a makeshift rope system he’s fashioned from bed sheets and other materials. I gather them in our sacks and begin setting up a pile that we can retrieve for packing on the horses, if they’re still there. Theo finishes and slides down. Bets has regained consciousness and is puking. “Can you travel?” Theo asks. She nods uncertainly. We begin trekking up the corridor to the surface.
Halfway up, the lights change from dim red to bright white. The facility is powering back up and something’s following us. We increase our pace, but Bets is still weak and dizzy, slowing us considerably. I turn to see three robots gaining ground, each with a spike extended similar to the one that impaled Flip. Theo hands Bets to me. “Head up. I’ll take care of these.” He crouches and pulls a plasma rifle from his pack. I marvel how quickly we’ve adapted from arrows, staffs, and swords to these lethal tools.
I drag Bets toward the outer portal to the sound of Theo’s shots. The same red light we saw when we first found the door to the facility appears and is scanning us. A soft whine fills the corridor and instinct tells me to duck. I pull Bets to the floor just as a beam of white hot light sears the wall where we were standing. We crawl the last few feet to the doors. Surprisingly, the doors slide open and we’re in the open air, with noonday sun shining in our eyes. It’s blinding.
As our eyes adjust, we hear Samuel shout, “Get down.” Samuel’s hiding behind the same ruddy boulder Theo and I used what seems like months ago. Arrows fly as we crawl toward him. There are five immobile robots strewn around the area loaded with arrows and dented by rocks. We flop behind the boulder to find English sitting next to Samuel, staring at us with an astonished gleam in his eyes. This is the closest to a smile I’ve ever seen on his face.
“Where the hell’ve you been?” Samuel hisses.
I try to answer but an explosion and rain of rocks interrupts me. Theo’s rushing toward us as a ball of flame that looks like an arrow but is surely much more lethal follows him from the portal. He ducks and the rocket, I think Troll called it, smacks into the boulder. Theo regains his footing, pulls a weapon I don’t recognize from his belt, and fires at the door. A thin white flame flies across the space, hits the doors, and the entire opening crumbles with a roar. “We’re not going back in there,” Theo gasps.
We slide down the hill to find a small encampment built by Samuel and English. English appeared two days after we descended into the earth, while Samuel was busily destroying Troll’s robots with rocks and arrows. The metal boxes weren’t built for combat and each took only a few hours for him to destroy. Still, Samuel was unable to get to the doors and try to free us during our interment.
We’re drinking shine around a fire. I’m feeling strangely annoyed at the inconvenience of having to sleep outside on the cold ground and eat half-cooked game again. Theo explains our ordeal to Samuel and English, although it’s nearly impossible to describe the wonders we experienced. Bets is sleeping between bouts of retching. I don’t feel like reveling. I can’t banish the sight of the boy Philip struggling during his last few moments of life. I could feel that spike in my own head. Telepathy, as Fromer called it, may be a bag of black and white beans.
Theo shakes his head at English. “What happened to you, fool? You shouldn’t been drinking that night at the village. Serves you right we left you.”
“Sorry ’bout that. I was feeling a bit glum. You won’t see me in that fashion again.” His slurring voice betrays him. The shine’s already settling into his blood. He continues. “I woke up in that haze. Couldn’t see my hands in front of me. That’s when I heard ’em shuffling in the fog.”
“What you mean by them?” Theo asks. By the drawn, concerned look on Samuel’s wrinkled face, we’re not going to like what we hear.
“My head was pounding more than usual after a night of overindulging, if you know what I mean. I thought at first that the footsteps belonged to you all. But then they starting groaning.” English takes a long draught, his eyes vacant. “I swear the villagers — they was rising from the pit and other resting places. Brown mist was dripping off them like dew or snot. The ones I could see were bloated and smelled something awful. If it wasn’t for the whinnying of Claire, I’d surely have been suffocated by the bodies. There’s no way I’d let them harm my horse, so I jumped up, ran straight toward her, and somehow we got away. A few of the stinkies challenged us, but I dispatched them with my blade and Claire trampled what was left. Other things were forming in that fog. We didn’t stay to see what they were. About a half mile from the town, the haze lifted and we headed north. We followed Theo’s stone piles and here we are. It wasn’t tough to find Samuel. The smoke from his fire traveled for miles down the mountainside. If whatever was in the village is looking for us, it knows where we are.” English shoots a boozy, nasty look at Samuel.
Samuel responds calmly. “I done it for your sake and mine. You could of used the direction and I needed some help up here.”
Theo’s clearly ready to wrap the night. “Time to sleep. At dawn, we start heading south toward the ocean. We have no time to spare.”
English is oiled now. “You mean to tell me that you dragged us all the way up the mountain to go back down the mountain? Horseshit, Theo.”
Theo’s too spent to argue. He produces the tablet from the facility and touches the screen. A bright image of the mountainside appears before him, particularly colorful and lucid in the dark. Our location’s betrayed by a blinking blue light. The road we followed up the mountain is clearly marked as a red vein. English drops his flask. Samuel exclaims, “I’ll be dipped.”
“This’s why we came up here. We now have a guide to our next stop. Tomorrow we travel. Now shut it and sleep.” And the image from the magic pad goes dark.
Chapter 51 – Descent
Morning’s arrived and we’re clopping back toward the sea. We’re taking a route that avoids Flip’s village, but there’s still a chance we might encounter the nefarious tan fog. We’re tense, cold, and tired. The horses seem happy for the exercise and the sun’s burning through the clouds. I’m elated to see and feel warm rays touching my skin. We’re on the right track. Troll’s message about the shipwrecked visitors was meant for us. These people will have the ability to help us find Eliza, father, and Wenn.
Bets seems healthier this morning. She’s complaining of a headache, but her dizzy spells are less frequent. She’ll have a nice scar on her forehead. Theo has transformed into a leader. Atop Silius, I see a man, not a boy. Theo’s eyes are deeper and his shoulder bears an invisible burden, which sadly suits him well. English has receded back to his blank self. Now that the shine has left his system, he’s outwardly oblivious to the dangers we’ll soon face. Samuel looks much older. I swear that he’s taking short naps on the back of his steed. His beard is whiter.
Around noon, Theo gives Samuel and English lessons with the weapons we scored from the facility. I’d have liked for us to have retrieved the remainder of the arsenal we left underground. But Troll’s reincarnated spirit would have none of that. Regardless, we have a considerable advantage now over most of our adversaries. I do wonder how the creatures in the fog, the walking dead, or the monsters that destroyed our town would respond to our new weapons. I desperately hope we don’t have to find out.