“Right. It’s important to stay safe,” I replied.
She repositioned herself, moving her feet from under her to sit cross-legged. As she did, her boot grazed my leg. I felt it. She was real. “Sorry.”
“It’s okay.” Now I knew she was alive, I could think more clearly. “How old are you?”
“Eleven. How old are you?”
“Seventeen.”
She nodded, like she should have guessed it already. “Do you know what they’re going to do once the food runs out? I mean, it’s gonna happen soon.”
“No, I don’t know.”
“I’ve heard of a few people that live in the countryside. They have a garden so they will never run out.” She stared into space, lost in a memory. “Gardens used to be so pretty, didn’t they? My mama kept a garden. Roses, daisies, so many pretty things. Now all we have are pretty ghosts.”
She wasn’t the first kid I’d seen driven mad by the Event. Nor would she be the last. “Maybe you should go and join them? You could plant your own garden.”
Her eyes drifted back to mine but they were still a world away. “Will you come with me?”
“Sorry, I can’t. I have to stay.”
She nodded, her disappointment not even lasting for a second. She had probably asked a dozen people to go with her and none of them said yes. What was a bit more hurt when you had a constant ache?
I finished my meal and said goodbye to the girl. By the end of our time, I wasn’t sure if she still realized I was there. I hoped someone would go to the countryside with her one day.
With some food in my stomach, I could think again. I wanted to find Oliver so we could figure out what we were going to do. I missed him when he wasn’t around and I always held the fear I wouldn’t see him again. He was my only friend in a world full of enemies.
I did a thorough sweep of the shelter but only saw the faces of the haunted. No-one even resembled the gentle and kind features of Oliver. We had known each other for so long that I had every part of him memorized. The crook of his nose, the shade of his lips, the tinges of gold in his green eyes. They were as familiar to me as my own face.
Leaving the shelter, I followed the main road that would have led away from our apartments if we still lived there. I had no clue where Oliver went when I wasn’t around so there was nothing to indicate where he could have gone now.
I ended up wandering aimlessly, keeping my eyes open for any signs of him. As the sun set high in the sky, I realized I had been walking for a few hours, at least. Not a trace of Oliver anywhere.
Which wasn’t like him.
I was also lost in the maze of back streets around the city. I thought I knew where I was going. Clearly I was wrong. The landscape of the city I once loved had changed so dramatically since the Event that it was easy to think I was in a whole different country.
Rubble, debris, and death. That’s what surrounded me now. Definitely not the familiarity that used to fill my senses and bring the city to life.
I tried not to panic, pushing thoughts of the last time I had truly been lost from my mind. It had been different then, I had been chasing after Faith and not paying any attention to where I was.
This time I had clarity. Surely if I just followed the path I had come in on, I would be able to return to the shelter? It sounded reasonable enough.
But then I remembered, reason didn’t live here anymore.
All the streets looked the same, all the kids just a blur of faces. Nothing looked familiar, little even looked real anymore. The roads stretched on forever and were all paved in hopelessness.
I stumbled down a few stairs before I realized they were there. I had to hold onto the cold metal fence to stop myself going down completely.
For only a moment, my head spun with disorientation. I lost all sense of where I was, whether it was night or day, and which way was up.
That’s when I saw them.
At first I thought they were a figment of my imagination, or spirits that had run out of patience waiting for me to help them. But these people were real.
I spun around, there had to be at least twenty of them. All surrounding me, ensuring there was no way out. They all faced me, staring with blank eyes and hard faces. I would not find a friend amongst them, of that I was certain.
My mouth opened but no sound would come out. I didn’t know what I could possibly say for them to let me walk away. I wasn’t even sure my legs would be able to do it.
I was in their territory. For whatever reason, they were a group, united to ensure the safety of their members. I doubted their membership was still open for new joiners.
They didn’t speak either. Their glares told me everything I needed to know.
They wanted to kill me.
I had to find a way out. Oliver wouldn’t be able to save me a second time. I didn’t know where he was and he certainly wouldn’t be able to find me. Not unless he got terribly lost, too.
“I’m sorry. I’ll leave,” I said with as much authority as I could muster.
They didn’t move.
My eyes scanned past the individual faces, trying to find a common thread amongst them. Some were older, some were much younger. As always, there was nobody over the age of eighteen.
No race was predominant, no gender greater represented. There didn’t seem to be anything that would unite these people into a hunting tribe.
Absolutely nothing.
I had no idea how to fight them. They wouldn’t tolerate my presence for much longer. I needed to make the first move, at least end the painful standoff.
I took a step in the direction I had come, the theory of retracing my path still the only valid one in my mind. If I could remain calm and simply walk away, perhaps they would let me. I wasn’t a threat to them if I merely left. I couldn’t be.
That one step was all it took to provoke them into an attack.
Chapter Ten
Before the Event, the thought of raising my hand to someone was sickening. Even if provoked, I never imagined it was possible for me to inflict pain on another human being.
That was before.
This was after.
As hands grabbed me from all directions, I pushed back. I used everything in my weak arsenal to hurt them. I kicked, I punched, I even bit down hard on an arm that strayed too close to my mouth. My fight for survival against them was a one woman campaign that was neither organized nor effective.
Two men had me in their hold. I kicked the one to my right’s shin so hard the sound of impact echoed off the barren concrete walls surrounding us. He relaxed his grip to grab at his injury, cursing me the entire time.
Using all the strength I had, I moved my now-free hand to slap the boy on my left. It stung like hell, probably doing more damage to me than to him.
He grabbed my stray hand and held it tight. Now he had both, but he didn’t have my legs. I kneed him in the groin, desperately trying to remember the self defense classes that had been mandatory at school for a semester.
Eyes.
They were the most vulnerable part of the body.
As the guy released my hands to cradle his tender genitals, my fingers went for his eye sockets. I closed my eyelids, not wanting to see the impact when we finally collided.
I never got my chance.
A woman younger than me grabbed my wrist, holding it mid-hit. She roughly twisted it around, sending bolts of shooting agony through my arm right up to my shoulder.
I squealed with the sudden pain. She didn’t relax her grip, instead twisting my arm further until I almost blacked out. A boy no taller than I was stepped up to hold onto my other arm. He held it in place calmly, like this was nothing but an ordinary day for him.
It probably was.
I used my foot to stamp on the girl’s foot, finding nothing but heavy boots there. She wouldn’t have felt a thing but it did remind her that my legs were free.
“Grab her ankles,” she smoothly ordered.
Before I had a chance t
o do anything further, two hands clamped down on my legs from behind. Looking down, a pair of male hands were firmly affixed to my ankles. They were as big as any man’s and stronger than the others had been.
“We’ll take her back,” the girl said.
I found my voice. “No, please. Just let go. I didn’t mean to enter your territory. I was lost. I’m so, so sorry. I promise I’ll leave and never come back.”
Whatever I said brought a smile to her lips. She gave my arm another twist, again making me cry out in pain. “There is a special kind of hell for intruders. You’ll go there soon enough.”
My feet suddenly left the ground as I was picked up from behind. The strong hands held my lower half while another two of the group had grips under my shoulders. There was no way for me to escape, they could do whatever they wanted with me now.
Still, I struggled.
I would not go down without a fight.
I lashed out, squirming as best as I could to get out of their hold. All I managed to do was make it a little more difficult for them to carry me. My impact was minimal.
When they took me down into the storm water drain, that’s when the panic really started to set in.
Daylight disappeared, replaced by the stench of the dirt and stagnant water. Like everywhere in the city, death was mixed into the fray. My nose was assaulted with the smell, making breathing even more difficult.
“Please, let me go,” I begged. All my protests and pleading fell on deaf ears.
There wasn’t a part of my body not in constant pain. With each step they took, a new ache erupted somewhere I didn’t know could hurt so much.
The worst was my arm. It felt like it had been wrenched right out of its socket. The hand gripping underneath my shoulder was digging in, causing new bolts of pain to shoot out with each inadvertent jolt. I wished I could pass out now. At least then I would have a momentary reprieve.
The tunnel had a gradual decline. The further they walked, the further underground we went. I lost track of the bends and turns we took. The darkness was almost absolute, interspersed only occasionally with a ray of light from a tunnel pointing directly upwards.
We were in a maze of tunnels that lay underneath the city. Probably the subway maintenance system if my nose was anything to go by. I could barely see anything, yet my captors walked without any lights.
They strode with confidence, making each turn deliberately and assuredly. They obviously knew the tunnels intimately, had stalked them for some time. I wondered how long it would take to make them familiar. A month? A year? Two?
They suddenly stopped walking. The hands that held me turned me upright to stand on my own feet. They had largely lost feeling, I fought to stay upright.
It was complete darkness surrounding me. I wasn’t entirely sure if my eyes were open or closed. It took several seconds of blinking for me to believe they were indeed open.
Those that had held me shuffled aside. I felt like I was alone, except an eerie feeling told me there were many eyes on me. They would not have left me alone after going to all the trouble of kidnapping me. They wouldn’t waste the energy.
I thought about running. But where would I go? I wasn’t even sure what direction I had entered and I certainly couldn’t see where I was going now.
The darkness hid many things, I knew that with certainty. I just wasn’t sure what it was now hiding from me.
A burst of light suddenly blinded me. I held my better arm up to shield my eyes.
I was right.
I wasn’t alone.
We were in a cavern, a torch of fire making shadows on the low roof and walls. There had to be at least fifty people creating a circle around me. No matter which way I turned, they were there. All wore the same hollow look as the others I had fought above ground.
“What do you want? What are going to do to me?” I asked, like the scared little girl I was.
I continued to turn in a circle, seeing nothing but distain and hatred facing me. There was no exit. I would not be leaving without their permission. Somehow, I didn’t think they would grant me that leave.
Pain still shot through my arm. I held onto it with my better hand, cradling it against my body. It was twisted at an odd angle, my shoulder out of its socket. A strange numb tingling sensation flushed through my fingers.
“Please, let me go.”
I wished they would say something. Their eyes spoke volumes, that I was their prey, that they would delight in killing me, that perhaps I was food for their next feast. I heard it all loud and clear. But I needed them to say it with their voices.
“I will vouch for her.”
I spun around, trying to see who had spoken. They all wore tight lips. It had been a male, I was certain of that. None of them gave anything away.
“You can all relax. I know this girl.” He spoke again, holding authority in the voice that I couldn’t quite place. He was familiar, but so distant at the same time.
The woman who had popped my shoulder spoke next, barely two feet away from me in the circle. “We found her fair and square. She was intruding on our property.”
The bodies started to part, letting the owner of the voice through. He reached my circle. If I wasn’t seeing him with my own eyes, I wouldn’t have believed it.
Nor was I certain his presence was a good thing. In fact, it was probably worse.
The boy was Jet.
“I have already claimed her. She’s mine,” he argued. He stood directly in front of the girl, challenging her silently with his unwavering gaze. “I will take her now.”
“She is ours.”
“She is mine. Her name is Everly and she belongs to me.”
The girl turned her head in my direction, her eyes about to set me alight, given the chance. “What is your name?”
“Everly,” I croaked out. My mouth was so dry it was difficult forming any words.
“Do you know this man?”
I wasn’t sure if I wanted to admit it. The last time I had seen Jet was when I was tied up in his warehouse. He was planning on killing me then, along with the rest of his group.
There was no saying he would feel differently now.
In fact, now he would have a reason to kill me. I had escaped his clutches. He would enjoy exacting punishment for that slight against him and his group.
“She knows me,” Jet replied when I didn’t. “Don’t you, Everly? We go way back.”
It was either chance everything with Jet or play the odds with the rest of the people assembled. The odds were not in my favor. “I know him,” I mumbled.
“I didn’t hear you,” the girl said loudly. She was enjoying the scene playing out far too much.
“I know him,” I replied, increasing my volume as much as I could. I couldn’t look at either of them after my confession. I stared at the ground instead, waiting for what would inevitably be my demise.
The girl sighed. “Fine. Take her. Get her out of my sight.”
Everyone started moving now the show was over. Jet strode over to my side. He gripped my better arm and pulled me along. “Come with me.”
Not having a choice, I staggered after him. The girl watched us leave, noting every step we took. I got the feeling she wasn’t one to be crossed.
By neither friend, nor foe.
Jet pulled me down another dark tunnel. We moved in near blackness until we reached a door. He pushed it open, needing to put his back into the movement. Once we were through, he flipped a switch and a single light bulb start glowing above us.
He pushed on the door, made out of heavy steel, until it closed with an ominous thud. The room held little more than a table and two chairs. Control panels containing rows upon rows of switches were the only decorations.
“You’re hurt,” Jet said as his gaze roamed all over my body. I felt naked under his scrutiny. Whatever was going on behind his dark eyes was a mystery to me.
“I think my shoulder is dislocated,” I replied.
He pulled a chair
from under the table. “Sit. I’ll take a look at it.”
I eyed him warily. There was no way in hell he was getting anywhere near my shoulder.
He sighed loudly. “Do you want to be in pain forever? Or will you quit being so stubborn and let me help you?”
“How about you let me go so I can find someone who will really help me?” I replied, trying to get a grip on the fear surging through my body.
Jet laughed. “Like who? You think you’ll find a doctor up there? Ah, princess, you crack me up.”
“It wasn’t supposed to be a joke.”
He patted the seat, staring at me pointedly. “That arm’s got to be killing you right now. I can help take away the pain.”
“I’m sure you can. One knock to the head, right? That’s how your people operate?” I shuffled closer to the door, sizing it up. Would I be able to get it open with one arm? Probably not. I couldn’t take my eyes off Jet.
“That’s not really my style.” He held my gaze, refusing to look away. Finally, he sighed again. “Just sit down. If you don’t want me to touch you, then fine, I won’t.”
My legs weren’t going to hold me up for much longer. The likelihood of getting out of this room was zero at best. I really was all out of options.
I sat down. A whole new wave of pain and nausea gripped me with the movement. I winced, despite trying desperately to keep my expression indifferent.
Jet remained close, staring at me like I was his next experiment in how to inflict as much pain as possible on someone. Every time he walked behind me, I wanted to turn around to watch but my arm wouldn’t allow it. His mere presence sent tingles down my spine.
And not in a good way.
Finally, he spoke again. “I think you’re right. That shoulder looks like it’s popped right out. Perry gave you a good fight. I would have paid to see that.”
“She’s a sadist.”
“She’s feisty. Much like yourself, princess.”
“I want to leave.” I wasn’t going to be pulled into inane banter with Jet. He was too dangerous to predict.
“I’m sure you do.” He paused, his intense black eyes never leaving me. “I’ll tell you what… if you can get up and open that door, you can go.”
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