Kahayatle

by Elle Casey

  Contents

  Title page

  Copyright

  Other Books by Elle Casey

  Dedication

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Epilogue

  About the Author

  Other Books by Elle Casey

  Acknowledgments

  Apocalypsis

  Book Four

  Haven

  Elle Casey

  COPYRIGHT NOTICE

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  Other Books by Elle Casey

  War of the Fae: Book One, The Changelings - FREE!

  War of the Fae: Book Two, Call to Arms

  War of the Fae: Book Three, Darkness & Light

  War of the Fae: Book Four, New World Order

  Clash of the Otherworlds: Book 1, After the Fall

  Clash of the Otherworlds: Book 2, Between the Realms

  Clash of the Otherworlds: Book 3, Portal Guardians

  Apocalypsis: Book 1, Kahayatle

  Apocalypsis: Book 2, Warpaint

  Apocalypsis: Book 3, Exodus

  Apocalypsis: Book 4, Haven

  My Vampire Summer

  My Vampire Fall (Coming Soon)

  Wrecked

  Reckless

  Aces High

  (co-written with Jason Brant)

  DEDICATION

  For the Elle’Mentals hanging out in the SLAP.

  You guys rock the party.

  Chapter One

  SEEING THE HUGE GROUP OF stragglers coming into Haven was so overwhelming, I was grateful that Bodo carried me out and sat me down off to the side. I needed a few minutes to gather my wits and wrap my head around the idea that I was now responsible for five times as many people as I had been before.

  Maybe I shouldn’t have felt so pressured. We were all responsible for ourselves, really. But I knew they were looking to me for direction. I had to accept the fact that for at least the next few weeks, I was going to be in charge here - the mayor of Haven, kind of. Hopefully we’d get some form of government put in place soon that didn’t involve me being a dictator or a chiefesse as Fohi liked to call it.

  “Are you ready to go back out dare now?” Bodo asked, searching my eyes, probably worried I’d finally gone completely over the edge.

  “Yes, I’m ready. Bring it on.” I stood, leaning on Bodo a little, not quite ready to be without his strength.

  Peter stepped into the small alcove where Bodo and I had been resting. “Hey, Bryn. How are you feeling?” He rubbed my arm and searched my face like Bodo had.

  “I’m good. Don’t worry about me. I just needed a little breather, that’s all. Let’s do this.” All those people were out there waiting, and I didn’t want them wondering what the heck was going on with me. All I needed was a group of people doubting my ability to hold it together when we were just in the beginning stages of a massive reconstruction of our lives. They had to know they could count on me to hold it together, even when the doo was hitting the fan. Each minute that ticked by, I had more and more respect for the Amazon chicks that we’d met back by the coast. They were already at least ten steps ahead of where we were in this abandoned prison surrounded by barbed wire and fences.

  “What do you want to do first?” asked Peter.

  I sighed heavily. “I don’t know. Talk to everyone? Start making plans for moving those corpses out of the fridge? Hand out new clothes? Set up showers? Plant a garden?” The sheer immensity of our task was already blowing my mind.

  Peter snapped his fingers in my face in a zig zag pattern. “No. No. No. No. You are not going down to crazytown right now. Baby steps, and I only need step one right now. Give me step eighty-five tomorrow.”

  I had to smile. “Am I really that bad?”

  “Yes, you really are. Stop acting like this is all on you, okay? You have me and Bodo and everyone else out there ready to not just lend a hand but to decide what needs to be done.”

  Bodo frowned. “You are talkingk about dat ruling by committee stuff, und I can tell you dat it doesn’t work very good. It will be taking too much time to make any decisions.”

  “No, I’m not talking about ruling by committee. I think for now Bryn should be the ultimate decision-maker.”

  “I agree,” I said, “but within a couple weeks, I want to have a more formal arrangement that doesn’t have me at the helm. At least not alone.”

  “You have to be da one,” said Bodo, pushing gently on my shoulder to angle me towards him. “Efreyone dat came here did it to be with you. They are counting on you. Dat’s a lot of pressure, but like Peter said. We are helping.”

  Even this was too much to figure out right now. “Whatever. What should I do now, helpers? Because I feel like putting a list of everything we need to do on the wall and then throwing a dart at it.”

  “Do we have darts?” asked Peter.

  I rolled my eyes up to the ceiling. “I smell. I’m cranky. And I will come over there and smother you with love if I have to.”

  Peter held up a hand in surrender. “Say no more. I live to do your bidding. Just please, no love smothering.”

  “If you want to know what I think, I will say we shouldt move dose bodies out really fast. Maybe dey have diseases or da virus, and we don’t want dat to be a problem here with all dese peoples.”

  Peter nodded. “He’s right. And maybe a couple kids from the new group will be able to help us move the bodies out, too.”

  “I doubt that,” I said, moving to leave the alcove. “Did you see them? They’re barely alive, some of them.”

  We came around the corner, and I almost bumped into Ronald.

  “Oh, hey, Bryn. You okay? I was just coming back to see what I could do to help.” He flashed me his pearly whites. I was so jealous of that smile. My teeth felt totally furry right now.

  I put my hands on his upper arms and turned him around. “Perfect. We were just looking for body baggers. Thanks for volunteering.”

  “Oh. Boy. Aren’t I glad I decided to come visit?”

  “Yes, you are,” said Peter. “Follow me.” He walked off in a hurry to position himself at the end of the lobby near the door that led to the hallway we would follow to the kitchen. “Can I have everyone’s attention?” His girly voice bounced around the large space.

  The talking stopped almost instantly, heads swiveling first towards him, then at me, and then back to him again.

  “Thank you. We have a huge amount of work that needs to be done in the next few weeks or months, and we need your help. Everyone who is able-bodied will be expected to participate.” He gave the room a stern look. “The first order of business is getting rid of the bodies that we found in the refrigeration unit.”

  “What bodies are they?” asked a girl out in the crowd. She looked scared, glancing sideways at a couple of her friends.

  “Adults who were brought here to die. From before. It’s not pretty. In fact, it’s pretty disgusting, but it has to be done. So please raise your hand if you feel like you have the strength to do some lifting and pushing and possibly digging.”

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sp; Everyone from our original group raised a hand except Jenny who was sleeping on a blanket on the floor. Her color was much better than it had been, but she was still too weak to do anything.

  The first settler who’d arrived, Derek, raised his hand and looked over at me, nodding once.

  I nodded back to let him know I appreciated his efforts. I could already tell he was going to take his oath of fealty to our community very seriously.

  Several other hands in his group went up, but even from where I was standing I could see it was just wishful thinking on their parts. Their arms were trembling and their faces going white with the effort of holding them up.

  I walked through the crowd and stood next to Peter. Everyone whispered as we discussed the situation privately.

  “You cool with me taking over and leaving you out here to do other stuff?” I asked.

  “Do poodles doodle in the woods?”

  I laughed. “You just said doodle.”

  “I know. Slap me, would you? I’ve lost my mind.”

  I grinned. Peter was definitely feeling chipper now that we’d found what felt like it could be a real home for all of us.

  I looked out at the kids and spoke louder. “We’ll do this in shifts. First shift is eight people.” I surveyed the room. “Ronald, Jamal, Bodo, Derek, you … sorry I don’t know your name, Gretchen, Winky, and me. We’ll start. The rest of you get some food, get some rest, and after a few hours we’ll come back to get a second shift going.”

  I turned my back to everyone and nudged Peter so he’d join me.

  “Yes, my queen?” he asked.

  “Say that one more time and I’ll eye gouge you.”

  “Stop flirting with me. What do you want?”

  “I just wanted to say that most of those people out there are going to volunteer, but they aren’t ready to do any manual labor yet.”

  “I noticed that.” Peter folded his arms.

  “So while I’m gone, why don’t you do a little evaluation of everyone and see what they’re good at. I’m putting you in charge of city management.”

  I looked up in time to see a little sparkle come to Peter’s eye.

  “City management?”

  “Yeah. Can you hack it?”

  “Pfft. You’ve obviously forgotten who you’re dealing with.”

  I reached over to hug him across the shoulders with one arm. “Not for a second.” I bent down to mess with the laces on my moccasin. “We need crews for medical care, gardening, cleaning, building and engineering, animal care …” I frowned, pulling my laces tight. “What am I forgetting?”

  “Uhhh, soldiers?”

  I jerked my gaze in his direction. “Say what now?”

  Peter sighed heavily. “Please don’t tell me you’re going to put your head in the sand and pretend like we don’t have a major problem with the canners still. Barbed wire isn’t going to do crap if they’re determined enough. I’m still worried they’re going to roll through here in tanks one day.”

  I stood again. “I know, I know. Jesus, tanks? I just … never mind. You’re right. But we don’t need just one group of people for that. We need everyone in on that part of it.”

  “Everyone?”

  “Yes. Everyone. Every single person in this place, no matter how weak or small, needs to be a part of our militia or whatever you call it.”

  “Why? I mean, I’m not questioning you, I just want to know what you’re thinking.”

  “A chain is only as strong as its weakest link. We are a chain, and I don’t want to bite the big one because some dipshit on the laundry team can’t hold a gun.”

  “Uhhh, okay, Yoda. I’ll get on that.”

  “Why Yoda?”

  Peter studied me for a few seconds. “I think it’s the hair.” And then he walked away, clapping his hands to get everyone’s attention. “Okay, listen up, people …”

  I didn’t hear anymore. My body disposal group members had made their way over and looked like they were ready to go, so we all left the room, headed down the many hallways that would take us to the kitchen where the mass of corpses waited.

  ***

  Ronald led the way to the kitchen. It seemed only fitting, since he was the one who’d discovered the bodies and unleashed their horrible stink on our new compound. Halfway there he stopped, turning to face the rest of us.

  “I was wondering … shouldn’t we have some special gloves and clothes on when we do this? And get those bags?”

  My face burned with embarrassment. I totally should have thought of this myself. “Yes, of course we should. Sorry. I’m spacing out, I guess.”

  “Don’t worry about it,” said Jamal. “You have a lot on your mind, and we’re all tired. I remember where we saw a bunch of that kind of stuff in the other section. Want me to go get it?”

  I nodded. “Do you need help?”

  “I’ll take Gretchen.”

  “Yeah, no problem. I can carry stuff,” she agreed. “You guys go ahead. We’ll grab someone from the lobby if we need another set of hands.”

  “Go for it,” I said. “We’ll keep going and meet you in the kitchen.”

  Jamal waved over his head as he took off jogging in the opposite direction, Gretchen beside him.

  “How big is this fridge, anyway?” asked the guy who came with Derek.

  “Huge,” said Ronald. “Like the size of a work trailer.”

  Winky interrupted whatever Ronald was going to say next, addressing herself to the guy who came with Derek. “What’s your name, by the way?”

  “Flick. That’s what they call me, anyway. My real name is James.”

  I held my laughter in. All I could think about was how he must have gotten that nickname. I prayed if it was for booger-flicking that he’d given up the habit.

  “Flick?” Bodo was at the back of the group. “Dat’s a strangch name. What does dat mean?”

  “It’s just a nickname. It doesn’t mean anything,” said Flick.

  “It means this,” said Winky, reaching over and flicking my arm.

  I frowned at her and rubbed the spot that was now stinging. I was going to let her get away with it since soon I’d be getting my revenge in the kitchen. Winky hadn’t seen the inside of that fridge yet.

  “No, not that kind of flick,” said Derek. “It means he used to be in the flicks, but he’s not anymore obviously.” A ghost of a smile moved across his lips.

  “What is da flicks?” Bodo moved to stand nearer to Derek.

  I looked at Flick, studying his face closer. “The movies. Flicks are the movies. You were famous?”

  “I hardly ever watched ‘em,” said Winky, shrugging. She obviously wasn’t impressed.

  Flick shrugged, not saying anything. His hair was like a rat’s nest it had so many knots in it, and his face so dirty it was hard to see the guy beneath, but he had brilliant blue eyes and now that Derek mentioned it, I could see something there; like he was familiar or something. And possibly very cute underneath all the grime and stink.

  “Wait a minute …,” said Ronald, pointing at Flick’s face, “…I know you! You’re that kid! That kid!” He started snapping his fingers and looking up at the ceiling. “Come on, come on … dang my memory is full of holes these days.”

  Flick sighed heavily. “Any chance we could just let this drop?”

  “Nope, hmm-umm,” said Ronald. He looked back at Flick. “Don’t worry. I’ll figure this out. Unless you want to cut to the chase and enlighten us.”

  “No, thanks.”

  Ronald grinned. “Challenge accepted.” He looked at Derek. “Don’t tell me. I’ll remember eventually.”

  “Whatever you say, man. It’s Flick’s secret, not mine. If he wants to tell you that’s his thing.”

  Derek reminded me of a totally zen surfer or something. He was tall and probably blonde. It was hard to tell these days what was dirt and what was brown hair. He was the leader of the kids who’d just arrived and someone I wanted to consider as a possible more official l
eader of Haven. I planned to watch him closely over the next few days or weeks to see if he was up to the task. I knew we’d eventually take a vote, since I wasn’t cool with being a chiefesse or dictator, but still … it was worth knowing what we’d be getting ourselves into. A revolution or revolt was one of those things-to-be-avoided-at-all-costs as far as I was concerned. Haven needed solid leadership.

  “Come on. We still need to get some other things that are down this way,” said Ronald, walking again.

  “Like what?” asked Bodo.

  “We need carts to roll the bodies on. I think there are some in the kitchen, but there could be some supply closets nearby with other things we’ll need.”

  “Like bleach,” Winky suggested.

  “Yeah. Like bleach,” agreed Ronald. “Although we’re probably going to need another crew for that. After we lift all those bodies we’re going to be too tired to do much cleaning.”

  “And too disgusted probably,” I mumbled. I wasn’t looking forward to this task at all. I knew it had to be done, but that didn’t make it any easier to deal with.

  ***

  We spent about twenty minutes exploring the kitchen without opening the fridge. We found four large rolling carts that would be big enough to put bodies on, lots of rubber work gloves, and plenty of cleaning products.

  Jamal came in with Gretchen, both of them loaded down with coveralls, masks, gloves, and boots.

  “Sweet,” said Flick. “Total hazmat setup.”

  “We tried to guess everyone’s sizes,” said Jamal. “Gretchen or I can go back and get new stuff if it doesn’t fit.”

  “Here,” she said, handing me a suit. “This was the smallest they had in there. Same with the boots.” She dropped a pair of black rubber boots at my feet that looked like they belonged to a guy as big as my father.

  I stepped into the suit and zipped it up. The material wasn’t plastic, but it felt like it would repel moisture; it was heavy canvas with some sort of shiny coating on the outside. The leg parts and sleeves were about six inches too long. Gretchen immediately stepped over and helped me roll them up. She already had her own outfit on, and it fit a lot better than mine did; probably because she was about four inches taller.