The Ark Plan

by Laura Martin

  My feet were killing me. My new boots were wonderful, but the blisters from the day before were still raw, and the bottoms of my feet felt bruised. Todd kept us at a brisk trot for what felt like hours. His face was a thundercloud, and it was clear that talking was out of the question. Except for the occasional glare or snide remark when Shawn or I tripped, he didn’t say much. I tried to mimic his constant state of wary watchfulness, but it was impossible. He saw things ages before I did, heard things I couldn’t, and smelled things I didn’t even notice. Watching him, I realized that Shawn and I had been way too relaxed the day before. I’d thought we were safe in the thick trees, but Todd made it obvious we were not.

  I was so busy thinking about how stupid we’d been that I almost ran smack into Todd’s back when he pulled up short.

  “Look there,” he whispered, pointing through the trees to our left. I looked and spotted a small herd of dinosaurs, no taller than my waist. They were pawing underneath a fallen log, and as we watched, one of them let out a high-pitched shriek as it came up with a fat bullfrog clutched in its jaws. Immediately the dinosaur next to it ripped the frog out of its jaws and swallowed it whole. The first dinosaur squealed in rage and went after the thief.

  “What’s so special about them?” Shawn huffed, his hands on his knees. “We’ve seen little dinosaurs like that all day.”

  “What did you call that Big Ugly back in the meadow? A T. rex? Well those, my friends, are baby T. rex,” Todd whispered.

  “Really?” I asked, looking again. These dinosaurs were a muddy brown instead of the flashy greens and reds of an adult T. rex. And while the adults had a smattering of thin, whiskerlike feathers on their heads and backs, these had thicker feathers covering large portions of their bodies. Camouflage, I realized. The young dinosaurs blended in with the forest floor. The giants that roamed the open areas must send their young into the trees for protection. The adolescents crouched on all four feet, using their front legs to balance out their well-muscled back half. Their forelegs must stop growing soon, I thought, picturing the adult T. rex’s useless front legs.

  “I forgot this area was a T. rex breeding ground,” Todd whispered. “Roderick only marked your map for the trip to Lake Michigan. If he’d known we were going this way, he could have warned us.” He trailed off, and I knew he was remembering that Roderick was dead. I pulled my map out, and Todd silently pointed to a spot to the right of my dad’s original path. We were still heading north toward Lake Michigan, but we were now heading there at an angle instead of the direct route my dad had drawn. The miniature T. rex pulled their heads up to stare at us, their eyes bright and intelligent. Todd motioned for us to follow, and we were off and running again, leaving them to fight over the discovery of another frog.

  Shawn and I kept up with Todd for another hour as he led us through the woods. He seemed to know instinctually exactly where the thickest trees were and led us out of our way to avoid any dinosaurs we came across—all while running at an almost unbelievable pace. I gritted my teeth, determined not to be weak, but I was worried if we kept our pace up much longer, I was going to pass out. “Todd,” I finally called, “if you’re trying to kill us as payback for getting your village taken, you might just get your wish.”

  Todd stopped and looked back at us, taking in our sweat-drenched shirts and Shawn’s bright red face. Todd wasn’t breathing hard at all.

  He frowned. “What’s the problem?”

  “We can’t run much longer,” I said as Shawn plopped down on the ground and started digging out his canteen. When he finally found it, he stared at it a moment, as though he’d forgotten that he’d given up his smooth metal compound one for the dingy glass one from Adler’s. Then he shrugged and took a long drink.

  “I think I hacked up a lung about a mile ago,” he wheezed. “Don’t worry. There is a fifty-fifty chance I’ll survive without it.”

  “The air up here is too thick,” I complained.

  “Too thick?” Todd said. “What are you talking about?”

  “It’s the humidity,” Shawn said, taking another long drink. “The compound didn’t have any. We had filtered and recirculated air with a higher oxygen content to make up for the increased carbon dioxide levels of the tunnels.”

  “Whatever,” Todd said. “We can walk awhile, but I want to get as far as possible before dark.” He turned and started walking swiftly through the woods, his bow drawn. I offered Shawn my hand and helped him up.

  “Why does he have to be so fast?” he groaned.

  “Because he wants to survive,” Todd called back.

  “What is with the freakishly good hearing?” Shawn muttered to me.

  “Different question, same answer,” Todd replied, and I had to grin. I hurried to catch up with Todd. Shawn was right; I practically had to jog to keep up with his ground-eating strides.

  “I know I’ve already said it,” I told him. “But I am so sorry about what happened.” Guilt was gnawing at me. I needed him to tell me we were okay before it ate me alive—even if it wasn’t even close to being okay.

  “I know you didn’t mean for it to happen,” he said, puffing out his cheeks and looking at me. “But I would forgive a lot quicker if Shawn didn’t keep defending the people who took my mom.”

  “Yeah, about that.” I sighed. “You have to understand that in the compound, the Noah’s word is law. He’s the world’s protector, the reason we’ve survived this long. Every rule, every law, every everything in the compound is to ensure the survival of the human race. Shawn never could have imagined them capturing a village like yours. He couldn’t even imagine a village like yours existed two days ago.”

  “And you have to understand that out here the Noah is somebody to be feared,” Todd shot back. “He’s a dictator who brainwashed the human race into thinking that they had to give up their independence to survive. According to Jett, the Noah will stop at nothing to keep power. Nothing. Even if it means eradicating the last pockets of freedom and acting like they never existed. And after what I just witnessed, my version of your precious Noah looks a lot more accurate.” I stopped walking and stared after him, struck dumb as I tried to reconcile his version of the Noah with my own.

  “What was that about?” Shawn huffed, catching up to me.

  “Nothing.” I frowned as I started walking again. “Just friendly small talk.”

  “It didn’t look like Todd was feeling too friendly. Not that I can blame him.”

  I nodded, my mind churning as I thought about everything Todd had said. The Noah he described was not the Noah I’d learned about in school or heard from during mandatory assemblies.

  I leaned over and picked up a fallen leaf so I could shred it between my fingers as we walked. It gave off a tangy, lemony smell and made my fingers feel sticky. “He seems to think we’re idiots for believing the Noah all these years.”

  “I’ve met a lot of idiots,” Shawn said. “And I promise you, Sky Mundy, that you aren’t one. What happened at the village was bad; I’m not denying that. But the Noah always has a reason. Remember history class? There have been three Noahs that have taken power over the years, right? And every Noah has always made laws and decisions with one goal in mind: to save the human race. I think you can forgive a lot when the alternative is extinction.”

  “I’m not so sure,” I muttered. Something inside of me was shifting, and it made me uncomfortable. When I’d taken on my dad’s mission, I hadn’t really thought through whom I was working against. Stealing supplies and leaving the compound had been minor acts of rebellion. I’d spent years working to ensure the survival of the human race, following the Noah’s every decree, obeying the rules. Now, it appeared, I was working against the very man I’d looked up to. The Noah obviously didn’t want me to deliver whatever was on this port, and he’d sent his marines to stop me. I glanced up from my shredded leaf to see that Todd was now twenty feet in front of us. Shawn was right; he did walk unbelievably fast.

  “Hurry up,” Todd cal
led. “And get out your bows. They aren’t going to do you much good strapped to your backs.”

  Shawn and I hurried over, fumbling to unstrap our bows. After watching us struggle, Todd sighed and stopped to help us. He spent a minute or so adjusting our grips and tightening the bowstrings before nodding in satisfaction.

  “Okay,” he said. “Let’s go.”

  “What are we shooting at?” I asked, confused.

  “Nothing,” Todd said.

  Shawn looked confused. “But shouldn’t we have an arrow out?”

  Todd shook his head. “I don’t feel like getting shot today, and that’s just what you’ll do the first time you trip.” Shawn looked down at his grass-stained knees sheepishly. “Until you get comfortable with the bow,” Todd said, smirking, “and walking, you don’t get any arrows.”

  “Is this how your dad taught you?” I asked.

  “Yeah.” Todd smiled. “I had to carry my bow around for a whole month.”

  “Did you feel like an idiot?” Shawn asked, gesturing to his bow. “Because I sure do.”

  Todd laughed, and the tension that had been hanging over us ever since we left the Oaks eased.

  “What was it like to grow up topside?” I asked, wanting to keep Todd talking. I liked the easygoing, joking Todd we’d met in the woods the day before. This somber, moody Todd put me off balance. He had every right to hate us, but I hoped he wouldn’t.

  “Topside,” Todd said thoughtfully as he started walking again. “You two always call it that, but I never knew anything different.”

  “We were like that in the compound,” Shawn said. “Until I was five, I always thought that the topside was just an interesting bedtime story.”

  Todd shook his head. “I can’t imagine that.”

  “Did the Oaks have a school?” I prompted. “You know how to read.”

  “Not very well,” Todd said. “We don’t have a fancy school like you compound moles. A few people still have books, and Jett required that everyone know how to read by the time they were ten. He didn’t want the skill to die out. Mostly we learn how to do useful stuff, like hunt, fish, build, and garden. When you turn sixteen, you’re apprenticed to someone in the village. I was going to ask to be Roderick’s apprentice.” He frowned. “He was going to teach me all about maps, so I could be a trader like my dad.”

  “But who did you trade with?” Shawn asked. “Certainly not the compounds.”

  Todd snorted. “Definitely not. There are three other villages within a month’s travel of the Oaks. My dad used to make the trip to trade goods with them. And we trade with Ivan. He used to come to the Oaks about once a month. Now if you want something from Ivan, you have to go to him. I haven’t seen him in years.”

  “You said he was a dinosaur hunter?” I asked. “That can’t be a real thing. Can it?”

  “You just wait and see.” Todd smiled. “If his house is the same as I remember, you’re in for a real treat.”

  “Has anyone ever tried to improve your pulley system?” Shawn asked, and I smiled as we fell into easy conversation. We shared stories about our lives and grilled one another about the oddities of one another’s upbringing, and I almost forgot that we were walking through dinosaur territory. Almost. The bows in our hands served as a helpful reminder.

  “We’ll stop here for lunch,” Todd finally said, indicating a small cave built in the side of a large rock formation. “My dad and I used this as a breaking point when I was a kid,” he explained as he shrugged his pack off and let it fall heavily to the ground. “I was too little to make it very far in one day.”

  Shawn followed suit, rolling his shoulders gratefully. “I could have gone another couple hours, but if you need to rest, that’s no problem.”

  Todd barked out a laugh. “Yeah, right. Sit down before you fall down.”

  I glanced at Todd. “Is it okay if I go over there?” I pointed to a clump of thick bushes about thirty yards away.

  “Yeah,” Todd said, looking confused. “But why?”

  I felt my face grow hot. “Um . . .”

  Todd’s own face flushed. “Oh, yeah. That’s fine.”

  I headed for the bushes to relieve myself. The boys had been able to take care of this necessity as we traveled, but I was much too self-conscious for that. Being a girl could really be a pain.

  I was just heading back toward the boys when something made me stop. My skin prickled into goose bumps. Some ancient survival instinct made my heart rate quicken. I wasn’t alone. Every muscle tensed, waiting to explode. Green scales flashed to my left, and I was running in an instant.

  “Run!” I screamed as branches cracked behind me. The dinosaur was too big to maneuver easily, and on instinct alone, I began zigzagging through the trees. My first impulse was to run back to the boys, in the hopes that Todd could drop the creature with his bow, but as the trees flashed by me, I realized that I no longer knew which way that was.

  A feral roar sounded behind me, so close that my heart almost stopped in sheer panic. I commanded my muscles to move faster, and I began frantically scanning my surroundings for something, anything, that might save me. There was nothing. On a hunch, I dove suddenly to my right and doubled back, forcing the creature to spin. I gained a few yards, but it wasn’t enough. Terror roiled through me. Think, I commanded myself. Think or you’re dead. I felt one of my new knives bouncing on my arm and ripped it out. It was a long shot, but it was something. Whirling, I took aim and flung the knife. As it winged toward my attacker, I realized what a futile effort it was. The tiny blade looked laughable as it bounced off the creature’s shoulder. It roared angrily, not even slowing down as I turned to run again. Great, I’d just made it mad. And I’d lost ground. Brilliant.

  The creature was gaining on me. Teeth snapped together only inches from the back of my head, and I knew that this was how I would die. There was movement off to my right, and I realized that the dinosaur might be part of a pack. I prayed that it would be quick, that the creature would break my neck and not rip me to shreds while I was still alive. Suddenly a sharp twang ripped through the air past my right ear and the dinosaur let out a bloodcurdling screech. The sound made me stumble, and my exhausted muscles faltered. I was falling. Time seemed to slow as I twisted and ripped my last knife from its holster in one movement. I thrust it out and felt it connect with hard scales right before everything went black.

  I knew I was dead, but I was surprisingly unbothered by this fact. It hadn’t been as bad as I’d feared. All of my joints felt loose and detached, as though I were a puppet someone had put down and forgotten. Something was shaking my shoulder. I squeezed my eyes shut, willing it to go away. Voices drifted through my blackness.

  “Sky! Oh man, don’t be dead.”

  “She’s just knocked out. She isn’t even bleeding.”

  “What do you know?! If you’d been faster, this wouldn’t have happened.”

  “Easy for you to say. I noticed your shot hit a tree. Very helpful.”

  “Why isn’t she moving? Do you think that allosaurus broke her neck?”

  “I don’t think it’s broken, but she sure is scratched up. She tried to take it down with a couple four-inchers. Talk about guts.”

  “What was that thing doing this deep in the forest anyway? I didn’t think dinosaurs that big could come this far.”

  “No clue. This one is pretty young, though; these guys get to be huge as adults. Did she just squeeze her eyes shut?”

  “I think so. Sky? Sky, can you hear me?”

  “Give her a minute. That thing practically knocked her into next Tuesday.”

  “Are you sure it’s dead?”

  “Cut its throat myself. It wouldn’t have tumbled on top of her if I hadn’t got it in the eye. Remember that. The ones with the hard hide can’t be stopped except for a shot through the eye.”

  “She’s moving. Thank God, she didn’t break her neck.”

  “Told you.”

  “Just be quiet, will you?”

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nbsp; I was finding it difficult to stay in my comfortable blackness. Prying my eyes open, I looked up into two blurry faces. Shawn looked ashen, and Todd was smirking. It was the first smile I’d seen since we’d left Emily that morning. Had it only been that morning? It felt like a lifetime.

  “Welcome back to the land of the living,” Todd said.

  “I’m not dead?” I asked groggily as Shawn helped me to my feet. Sticks and leaves fell off my dirt-smeared clothing, and I looked down at myself in confusion. “Why am I not dead?”

  “You almost were,” Shawn said. “If Todd had waited two more seconds, you would have been done for. As it was, the thing practically tackled you as it went down.”

  “If I hadn’t waited to make sure my shot was good, I might have missed, or accidentally hit her,” Todd explained, annoyed. “Hence the delay of the shot.”

  Ten feet behind Todd lay the still body of the dinosaur. A dark red slit ran across its neck, but its yellow eyes still seemed to be looking at me. I felt myself begin to tremble.

  “Don’t worry,” Todd said cheerfully as he strode over to the creature and picked up my knives. “This guy wanted you for lunch”—he wedged a knife between two scales in the creature’s back haunch and began to saw—“so we’ll return the favor and have him.” Blood spurted from the hindquarters and onto Todd’s hands, and my stomach rolled. I stumbled away to puke.