And no common purpose was as compelling as survival.
“Okay,” Campbell said. “Let’s give it a couple of days.”
Pete opened another beer, and this time, Campbell joined him. Minutes later, Arnoff, the professor, and Pamela came back. Donnie had apparently been freaked out by a stray dog and shot it. Pamela found blankets for Pete and Campbell, who sacked out beside the fire. Campbell was just drowsing off when he saw Arnoff enter Pamela’s tent.
He hoped Donnie wasn’t the jealous type. He didn’t want to wake up to the sound of more gunfire.
CHAPTER SEVEN
When Rachel awoke, she thought she was in her grandmother’s house on Puget Sound. As a young child, she’d slept in a guest room facing the sea. In winter and spring, the Pacific sky was often gauzed with gray that penetrated every opening. No amount of electric light could push back the dismal gray.
Rachel fought through the pillows to reach for the bedside lamp, but the table was in the wrong place. The only break in the darkness was a fat line of gray that appeared to be shrinking. She couldn’t shrug off the gravity fast enough to crawl toward it, and she was sure that the gap would close before she could climb through. Then she’d be trapped inside the darkness, and Grandma would never hear her screams.
A hand gripped her elbow and she fought against it.
“Easy there, Blondie,” said the man whose voice sounded like sand in honey.
And she saw one wet eye catching the light, a miniature mirror of that vanishing grayness. It all came back—the solar flares, the ensuing chaos, the sudden deaths of billions of people, and a world in which Grandma would never again pile stuffed animals around her for comfort.
“Is it tomorrow?” she asked.
“It’s now, is all I know,” DeVontay said. “You talk in your sleep, did you know that?”
Her mother had said something about it once, but when one slept alone, it was hardly the kind of thing to worry about. “What was I saying?”
“Mostly gibberish, but you were saying a name. ‘Chelsea.’ Friend of yours? A sister?”
She sat up, aware that she’d slept in her clothes. DeVontay eased back over to the far side of the bed, his eye now swallowed by the black. A moment later she heard the snick of his lighter and one of the candles burst to life. It had a faint lilac smell.
When she knelt by the bed to say her morning prayers, he didn’t comment.
“Has our little friend come back?” she asked, sitting up and smoothing some of the wrinkles from her clothes before realizing how absurd that was.
“Brother’s been making the rounds. Door to door, all night long.”
She tried to read his face in the candlelight, to see if he’d stayed awake all night watching over her like a creepy Robert Pattinson in a Twilight movie. She forced herself not to whine, although after nearly two weeks in After, she feared numbness more than distress. “What do you think he wants?”
DeVontay, carrying his pistol, crossed the room to the thick line of gray, which had now brightened to a shade of mustard between the curtains. He peeked outside. “Who knows? Mighta been a guest who was checked in when the Big Zap hit and never checked out.”
“Or maybe his wife’s behind one of these doors? Lying in bed and rotting?” The notion reminded her they were surrounded by dead people, not just in the Motel 6 but all around the Charlotte metro area and probably the world. The faint but putrid odor of decomposition assailed her and she crawled across the bed to the little bottle of hand sanitizer on the table beside DeVontay’s midnight snacks. The bottle was half empty, surrounded by Slim Jim wrappers, crumpled cellophane, an empty bottle of Sprite, and a pack of Goody’s headache powder.
That’s what happens when you leave the grocery shopping to a man.
“Don’t see nothing outside.” DeVontay parted the curtains to let more light into the room.
“So?”
“We can’t stay here.”
“It’s safe.”
“And what’s your plan? Just stay here until room service decides to bring us breakfast?”
“Where were you going before?” She had to pee but was too embarrassed to say anything.
“Out of the city, away from them things.”
“I meant before that. You know…before.”
“Wasn’t going nowhere. I was already there. Had me a good job with a roofing company. When you got a job, no reason to go nowhere else.”
His silhouette filled the window, his shoulders broad but thin, graceful like an athlete’s. His hair was cropped close, with narrow stripes of sideburns on each cheek. That fixed, hooded eye gave him a menacing aspect. Rachel wondered if she would ever have voluntarily take a seat next to him on a bus. “I guess we have a new job,” she said.
“What’s this ‘we’ stuff? We need to talk about that.”
The words shocked her. She had survived alone, for days and days, running, hiding, learning the rules of After, but she could feel herself wearing down, her options narrowing. “We’re alive. We’re human. And we can’t let them win.”
He looked out the window and spoke with his back to her. “What if I decide you’re slowing me down? And what else you got to offer besides an extra set of eyes? You don’t even got a gun.”
“I can find one,” she said, hating the desperation in her voice.
He went to the kitchenette and opened the mini-fridge. “Damn. Looks like it’s junk food again.”
She really had to pee now, and she felt herself squirming. The bathroom door was closed, and she hadn’t remembered them checking it. What if one of the Zapheads was inside? Or a dead body?
“Okay, then,” Rachel said. “Go on. Pack up your shit and get out.”
He faced her, his good eye widening with surprise. “What you doing cussing? I thought you were one of them goody-goody girls.”
“‘Shit’ is not taking the Lord’s name in vain. You’re thinking of ‘goddamn,’ and I’m not calling you a goddamn asshole, even if you are one.”
His lips pursed into a frown of contemplation and the silence was thick between them. Somewhere on the floor above, they heard the resident Zaphead banging on a door. DeVontay grinned, showing broad teeth. “All right, so you got a little fire after all. Maybe we can make this thing work as a team until we find something better.”
She hadn’t even imagined a “better.” It was nearly impossible to imagine “good.”
“So, since that’s settled, what now?” she asked.
“Maybe I ought to go up on the roof and take a look around.”
“What if that guy gets you?”
DeVontay waved the gun. “I got an answer.”
Rachel didn’t want to be left alone. But she wasn’t about to let DeVontay know that. “Let’s just pack up and get out of here. We can go up on the highway and get a better look. I don’t want to risk getting caught in the stairwell. Plus, we don’t know how many more of those things are around. The others might not be as noisy as our little friend.”
He nodded, apparently taking their partnership seriously. “Yeah, if it’s all clear on the road, I’d just as soon head north.”
“Okay, you pack up and I…uh, have some personal business.” She didn’t want to ask him to check the bathroom. She was embarrassed enough as it was.
Funny, it’s the end of the world and I still have something to be shy about.
Rachel felt his one eye tracking her across the room. He chuckled. “What, you going to put on some make-up?”