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Children of the AFTER: AWAKENING

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by Jeremy Laszlo


  Gathering limbs, his brother and sister began lacing them together across the opening in the ground. It was slow going at first, trying to find branches stout enough to span the distance, but weak enough to give beneath the rider when he crossed, but as Jack and Sam worked, their pace increased and before long the hole was all but covered. Unfortunately, it was quite obvious.

  Lighting flashed and with it shadows danced all around them, but Will stayed focused on his siblings. He hated storms. Next came leaves, lots of leaves, which Jack and Sam piled in a thin layer atop the boughs they had used to weave their trap with. With the rain and wind, the leaves were quickly laid flat just like those everywhere else, and those that were caught up in the wind were carried off, hiding all signs of tampering. Still, however, Jack wasn’t done.

  As Sam came to retrieve him, Will watched Jack drag two large branches into place on either side of their trap, making a funnel that led to the hole. Then, dragging his feet, he left an obvious trail up to the hole before skirting around it and doing the same upon the other side. Thunder rolled across the sky, causing Will to jump slightly, but it was not the thunder that scared him. Even after the thunder faded to nothing, the sound of thrumming still sounded, and it was getting closer. The rider was nearly on top of them. Will began to run.

  With Jack and Sam to either side of him, Will tried his best to run faster than ever before, but with the wet leaves and uneven ground he found himself struggling just to stay upright half of the time. Try as he might to avoid it, he slipped and fell several times, but fought the urge to cry each time and ignored whatever pain came with the fall. Jack and Sam needed him to be like them, strong and fast, and he was trying so hard. That was, at least, until he heard the scream.

  It wasn’t the scream of a person, though it was joined by a shrieking panicked yell of a man. No. This was the scream of a fear or pain-stricken animal that was innocent. One that didn’t understand what was happening or why something had just happened to it. One that was hurt and afraid. It was the spine-tingling scream of the rider’s horse, joined with the fearful yell of the rider himself in the distance behind them. They had found Jack’s trap. Will knew all along that Jack would catch the man. Jack was smart and strong, just like Dad.

  Though he expected them to go back, Jack and Sam led him on through the woods, continuing in the same direction they had been going for hours. Eventually the rain stopped, not that it mattered with all of his clothes soaked, but it was a nice change, he supposed. Through the evening they kept moving, though slower than earlier in the day, and by nightfall Will could hardly keep walking. His eyes were heavy and his legs felt like lead weights. When he fell, twice in a row and tried his best to get up the second time but couldn’t, Jack picked him up and they kept moving. On and on. Will tried to stay awake. He tried to see where they would go or what would happen, but his eyes betrayed him. He should have known they weren’t his friends. Every time he ever wanted to keep them open, like on Christmas Eve when Santa was supposed to come, they never did. Never. They always closed and put him to sleep. This time was no different.

  Chapter Thirteen

  It was early morning when they reached the road. If Jack was right, this was the first road that ran parallel to the interstate, meaning if they simply crossed it and kept going straight, the next road would be Grandma’s road. But he couldn’t just cross it and keep going. He was exhausted. Sam was exhausted. She could barely walk. All of them needed sleep, and a place to dry. If they kept on going wet and tired like this they would get sick. Jack looked up and down the road, locating a driveway just a few hundred yards to the west and turning he guided Sam towards it, with Will still in his arms.

  Though they walked, or trudged, more or less, it took little time to reach the driveway and looking down it Jack saw a man-made structure that had survived the event. It was not the house. No. Walking down the driveway, Jack looked at the charred remains of the house that had collapsed and fallen into what had been its basement. Instead, the building he had his eyes on was a small metal storage shed that seemed to be completely intact.

  With his hopes of finding Grandma’s house intact dashed, he hung his head and dragged himself towards the small metal building. Sliding the door open, he inspected the prefabricated building that before the event could have been purchased at any home improvement store. It was maybe ten feet across and ten feet deep with storage shelves along one wall. In the corner was a walk-behind push mower and on one wall were shovels and other yard implements, but Jack didn’t care. Placing Will in the center of the floor, he watched as Sam stumbled through the door like some kind of zombie and he slid the door closed behind them. Without any form of latch or handle, Jack crossed the small space in two steps and grabbed a pair of shovels. Wedging them against the door on either side to prevent it from sliding, he did his best to seal them in, knowing all the while that if someone wanted in, they could easily find a way. But there was no help for it. They couldn’t go on any further.

  Lying himself beside Will, he grinned at Sam opposite of him, who was already snoring lightly, and closed his own eyes to join his siblings in sleep.

  Waking with a start and gasping for breath, Jack blinked away the image of the rider latching onto him from behind like he had done in the city. With his heart racing he wiped the sweat from his face with his sleeve, looking all about him, noting that light entered the building through the door’s poor weather seals. Unsure how long he had slept, and not daring to find himself back in the nightmare he had just escaped, Jack sat up and pulled a bottle of water from his pack. Drinking thirstily, he returned the cap to the bottle and debated waking Sam and Will to continue their search for Grandma’s house.

  Unsure if it was morning the next day, or evening the same day he had entered the storage shed, he decided against waking his siblings, allowing them to rest while he went out to explore. Rising cautiously, he removed both shovels from the door and placed them against the wall. Carefully, inch by painstaking inch, he slid the door to the side just enough to pass through the opening before turning to close it once more.

  Looking about he found there was little to see but the collapsed wreckage of the house. Where there had once been a manicured lawn and flower beds, now long grass and weeds covered everything, creeping even across the driveway in places where cracks had formed in the concrete. Nearing what was once a home, Jack peered down into the cinder block basement that was once its foundation. Piled amongst the fallen burned timbers were the remains of a bedframe and some springs from mattresses. The burned shells of several electronic devices littered the debris, but more or less it was mostly just a loose pile of charred wood and broken dreams. Jack wondered how many people had lived in the house. Had they known this was coming? Did they try to hide from whatever the event was? Were they alive somewhere out there? Everywhere he looked were more questions without answers and Jack realized that more than food and water, what he and his siblings needed were the answers to their questions.

  Carefully picking a path, Jack climbed down into the basement that looked like an oversized fire pit, using the charred pieces of lumber as hand and foot holds as he made his way into what had been the basement. Nearing an old shelf that still stood in the corner of the large concrete room, Jack spied the rows of jars upon it that he had hoped to find. Though many were broken from the impact of falling debris from above, it appeared that several remained in one piece.

  Clearing a few fallen bits of timber that remained between him and the shelf, Jack began sifting through the mason jars of varying sizes upon the shelves. Upon inspection, the vast majority of the jars on the shelves showed signs of cracks, but many more had blackened substances within, though any vinegar or preservative solution was gone, having leaked or been evaporated away by the heat of the fire.

  One by one Jack picked through the jars, discarding them again and again. It took several minutes to inspect them all and sort through them, but when it was all said and done he managed to find
two intact jars of pickled eggs on the bottom shelf, nearest the concrete wall behind it. Placing each of the smaller jars into the pockets on his sweatshirt, Jack turned back the way he had come. He had managed to find breakfast. Odd breakfast, but breakfast nonetheless.

  * * * * *

  Samantha woke abruptly to find herself being shaken quite violently by hands entirely too close to her throat to be comfortable. Her eyes popping open, and nearly bulging from her head, she tried to make sense of her surroundings as it bounced around, Will’s face coming into and out of her view as she rocked this way and that. Somehow making the connection between her shaking body and Will’s face, against the urge to vomit, Sam tried to create words.

  “Wi…Wi… Will…st…st…stop it!” she finally managed.

  Fortunately he listened as her world slowly spun and bounced to a stop, with Will’s small face just an inch from her own as he stared at her a serious look upon his little features.

  “Jack is gone. I looked outside and don’t see him,” Will admitted.

  Something must have begun shaking her again because it felt like the floor had just dropped out from beneath her as the urge to vomit returned and the world began spinning again. Had the rider escaped the chasm in the woods and tracked them? Had he taken Jack? And then her panicking stopped. She couldn’t afford to lose control. Will sat there looking at her, his breathing coming in wisps and hiccups. Sam took a deep breath.

  Sitting up more suddenly than she should have as her world settled around her, Sam looked to Will and reaching up, she grasped both of his shoulders.

  “Honey, I don’t know where Jack is, but we’ll go look together, OK?”

  He nodded, words having become too complicated. Pulling him close she hugged him, though not tightly, afraid she might push him into an attack. He was already worried. It wasn’t like Jack to just leave them. Not unless something had happened. But she couldn’t focus on that. Not now. She had to focus on Will.

  “OK, pumpkin, you need to settle down so we can go look for him.”

  “K.”

  “No, I mean it, Will. You take some deep breaths and calm down.”

  She watched him nod and hiccup his way through a few attempts at deep breaths, before his breathing finally calmed over a span of several minutes. Once she felt he was in good enough condition to go outside, she picked up one of the shovels leaning against the wall and pushed the door open, screaming and nearly peeing herself, dropping the shovel, as a face just outside the door yelled boo at her.

  Grinning like a fool, she slapped him in the chest, cursing Jack for his childish behavior. Will, who had been close to an anxiety induced asthma attack minutes before burst into laughter, clapping one hand over his mouth and the other around his mid-section as he doubled over in a fit of giggles. Sam wasn’t about to take such abuse and so she tackled Will to the floor and began tickling him as Jack stood in the doorway laughing at both of them.

  Not wanting to push Will too hard, Sam relented in her tickle attack as both she and Will turned their attention back to the door. There Jack stood with a small jar in each hand. Though a year ago she would have turned her nose up at the pickled eggs, something she had tried and detested exactly one time. Now, they strangely looked delicious. She couldn’t wait to bite into one. It was strange wanting to eat the eggs, but stranger that she knew she didn’t like them and still really wanted to eat them.

  After the three of them devoured an entire jar of pickled eggs, they packed up their bags and each of them shouldered their stuff before walking out of the shed. The sky was clear and the cold northern wind had ended. Sam couldn’t help but feel that this day would be better than those behind them.

  * * * * *

  Will, although having to spend another whole day walking, was rather enjoying the mood of the day now that they had full bellies, and both Jack and Sam seemed happier. He walked or skipped between them, beneath the trees above, just enjoying their company and the scenery as they passed. He had started the morning by counting squirrels, something that he hadn’t seen until now. There were birds too, and once he was certain he had heard a dog bark in the distance, but didn’t hear it again.

  After tiring of counting squirrels he looked to the trees, admiring the leaves that were turning multitudes of colors, something he had only witnessed in his box of crayons for months while they were locked in the vault. Now, color was all around him, a swirl the like of which he couldn’t remember aside from cartoons. He sure missed cartoons. Robots and talking sea creatures and animals sharing bodies. Not having cartoons was a bummer.

  It was shortly after noon when his stomach began growling, but not in a hungry way. Feeling the pressure build, his tummy really starting to hurt, he picked up his pace, moving ahead of both Jack and Sam by several steps before giving into his body’s urge and releasing the pressure in his tummy. It took only a couple seconds to see the devastating effects of his biological attack.

  Sam and Jack had been talking about what they might find over the days to come when, turning around, Will watched as Sam’s face scrunched up and Jack raised his sleeve to cover his face. Sam tried to say something but her breath got stuck, and she gagged. Twice. Will couldn’t help himself. He began laughing hysterically, watching as Sam tried and failed to recover several more times before her rendering of speechlessness was overcome by her stubbornness. He was still laughing when she tackled him again.

  Tickling and pinching, Sam climbed atop him, pinning him to the ground as he struggled and thrashed against her attack.

  “Stop, Sam,” Will laughed as he tried to dislodge her with his legs.

  “Never, you stinky little monster,” Sam replied, redoubling her effort.

  “You asked for it,” Will warned, and tightened down his tummy, releasing another blast.

  Back Sam rocked, tipping off of him, but now it was a joint attack. Rolling to his side so he could regain his feet, Will watched as Jack grabbed Sam’s arms, pinning her down.

  “Come and get her back, buddy. Tickle her till she turns purple.”

  Will didn’t delay. Half walking, half lunging, he climbed atop Sam’s legs and began tickling her ribs as she took a turn at thrashing and kicking amongst her laughs, screams, and giggles. He didn’t know how long they played, but it felt great. Before the vault they hardly ever found time to play with him. It seemed his pickled egg ammunition had run out, and like all things, it couldn’t last forever, and soon enough, or perhaps too soon, they were back on their way in search of Grandma’s road.

  They found it only three hours later, stepping out of the forest onto a narrow paved road that wound both east and west away from them through the trees. Nearly straight across from them a mailbox thrust up out of the ground beside the road, declaring the address as one twenty one, Sherwood Lane. Grandma’s house was only a short way away, being the only address in the two hundred range. Turning left, Jack led them down the street, each of them falling silent. Will worried that Grandma’s house would be gone like the one they stayed at last night. He watched as they passed two more mail boxes. They were getting closer.

  Remembering Grandma’s hardwood floors and green curtains, Will walked head down as they followed the quiet road. Nearly every memory he had of Grandma’s was a good memory. There wasn’t any computers or internet at Grandma’s, so Jack and Sam always played with him there. They always had holidays at Grandma’s, and holidays not only meant that he didn’t have to go to school, but he also got spoiled and Grandma kept a dish of candy on the coffee table. It couldn’t be gone. It just couldn’t.

  It took them only twenty minutes to reach the drive at the end of which was a mailbox with the flag upon it still in the up position. Turning down the driveway they all moved slower than they had before, but in the end it was inevitable. Rounding the bend in the driveway, the trees parted revealing their first view of the house they had spent countless holidays in.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Stepping into the clearing that had onc
e been Grandma’s and Grandpa’s yard, Jack surveyed the scene with knots in his stomach. Though he had imagined himself prepared for the worst, expecting another pile of cinders, ash, and rubble, in truth no one could prepare for what they found. Reaching to Sam, he wrapped one arm around her shoulders, pulling her close as Will clung to their legs and together all three of them took it in.

  It was not the total loss that Jack had expected, but neither was the house untouched. Though the whole of the front porch remained, and much of the façade to the right of the front door still stood, the second floor had collapsed entirely and the whole left side of the building was gone. It, like everything they had seen so far, had burned, though the trees around it seemed untouched.

  Here and there charred pieces of furniture and blackened lumber protruded out of the rubble, some of it still clinging to bits of colored paint. The house was gone and with the discovery their memories would always be tainted. Jack wished he could have protected Sam and Will from this, especially after seeing the devastation of their own apartment. Now it felt as if there were no more safe havens for them to run to. Everything they had known had been taken. It was literally all gone. But even though both Will and Sam were crying, Jack didn’t let himself have that luxury. He had to focus. It was his job to look after them and keep them all safe, and he reminded himself of why they had come.

  Sure they had hoped to stay at Grandma’s, in a familiar place, and wait for news of rescue crews, or whatever, but that was not what had brought them here. It was the cellar that had brought them. The promise of food. Not to mention the well out near the garden that had a hand pump. Food and water. The only essentials they needed to keep going. If they could load up on supplies they had a chance to find out what had happened. They had the means to keep moving and find someplace safe where they could stay, at least for a while. He reached down and hugged both Sam and Will into him tightly.

 

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