“Aw, sheesh,” Ash complains. “Not again.”
We stop at a traffic light, and dutifully wait for it to change, even though there are no other cars around. I glance down and see an empty water taxi stand just outside the old Grand Central Station. A bunch of obsolete train cars had been hoisted onto the rooftop platform and converted into high-priced restaurants and hotels. They all stand empty and rundown now. Grass sprouts out of every corner and crack.
“Take a left here,” Reggie says, checking his Link. Micah turns on his blinker, making Reggie snort and shake his head.
After a few more minutes, the buildings thin out, become shorter, squatter. Then the vista suddenly opens up. We all exhale as one as the dull gray desert of the East River spreads out before us, as if it’s the most wondrous thing we’ve ever seen. In truth, it kind of scares me.
“According to my Link,” Micah says, “we’re almost where the opening should be. Just a few hundred feet .”
We all look down, but of course there’s nothing to see. It’s not like there’s going to be a blinking sign pointing the way: Access to illegal tunnel to LI.
Micah pulls into a deserted parking structure and stops the car. We’re the only ones there. We get out and follow Reggie, who’s got his Link held in front of him like a divining rod. After a few minutes, we reach the end of building and he points out about a hundred feet. “Should be right about…there.”
All I can see is a big gaping pool of water, roughly three hundred feet wide. It stretches out for at least a quarter mile until we lose it in the distance.
“Look! You can see the sides of the entrance ramp there!” He thrusts his arm to the right and, sure enough, we can see part of the ancient roadway surfacing a few hundred feet away, looking like the tongue of sleeping beast hanging out of its wet mouth. He swings his hand in the opposite direction and adds, “So, that walkway there should be the old overpass covering the mouth of the tunnel.”
Ashley pulls out the reassembled tablet and boots it up. The thirty or so seconds it takes feels like forever. Old tech, I think to myself. How did people ever have the patience for it? Makes me realize how lucky we are to be constantly connected, constantly on.
When it’s ready, Ash opens an old photograph of the tunnel entrance and we all crowd around to see. The resolution’s horrible, but now we can see the familiar landmarks. The walls look to have been constructed from hewn stone. The tunnel opening stops approximately twelve or fifteen feet below the top of the overpass. Now, only the upper five or six feet of the structure are above water, but there’s a muddy high tide line just below the surface of the road.
“Must be connected to the river here,” I say.
Micah nods. “Half of lower Manhattan is.”
There’s no water in the photo, of course, just ancient cars going into and out of the tunnel.
“Shall we try and get closer?” Micah says, extending his elbow to Ashley.
She twines her arm around his and answers, “We shall.” They’re acting like this is all a game. I’m actually feeling a little giddy myself.
Micah, Kel and I follow. We go down a couple flights of stairs and reach a sidewalk that surrounds the building. To the left is a loading platform for watercraft. It’s probably less than fifteen years old, but it looks much older. To the right, the walkway arches out past the edge of the building.
Kelly holds back. “Seriously, guys? What are we doing? So we get closer. Then what? How’re you going to know if the tunnel’s open?”
“We draw straws,” I joke. “The winner gets to go swimming.”
They all look at me. But I shake my head. “Except me. I left my medicine at home.”
It’s got to be one of the lamest things I’ve said in a long time, and a really bad excuse to boot. Reggie laughs at me. He shakes his head and says, “Nobody’s going swimming. We’re just scoping things out today. I just want to see how close we can get. Next time we come back—tomorrow, maybe, or Saturday—we’ll be better prepared.”
“Prepared for what?”
Reggie raises his eyebrows at Kelly. “Duh. A little exploratory work.”
This clearly doesn’t please Kelly. He drags his feet while the others follow Reggie. I lag behind to walk with him.
“What’s this all about?” I ask him, when the others are out of earshot. “Why are you acting like this all of a sudden?”
“What do you mean, Jess?”
I roll my eyes. I don’t know what else to say that won’t make things worse, so we walk along for a few more minutes without speaking. Then he elbows me and gives me a wry smile. “I can’t believe you forgot your inhaler. Tsk, tsk. What’s the Colonel going to say?”
“Grandpa doesn’t know.” I shove him playfully. “And he doesn’t need to find out, either.”
I’ve used the inhaler my entire life. I’m supposed to carry it around with me all the time and puff on it three times a day, so it’s become almost habit. But I do forget on occasion, and when my grandfather finds out, he gets all OCD about it and interrogates me for like the next week. How am I feeling? Have I taken all three doses? Do I feel sick?
Most of the time I can honestly answer that I’m following my regimen, but sometimes I forget. Like today. I’d forgotten to take it out of my gear bag this morning and left it at home.
I shrug and tell Kelly that we’ll be back soon and I’ll just take a dose then. “It’s not like I’m going to drop dead if I don’t. It’s just an immunity booster.”
The truth of the matter is, I’m not exactly sure what it’s supposed to do. I’ve always been told by the doctors that it’s to help stave off infections, but they’ve never really clearly explained what’s wrong with me that I should need it.
Sometimes I hate having the inhaler; it makes me feel weak and vulnerable. Other times, though, I’m glad for it. Like, for example, whenever I want to get out of having to do gym class, I just hold it up and complain that I feel like I’m coming down with something. It’s a lot easier and less embarrassing than saying I’m having menstrual cramps.
We reach the end of the walkway. Ash and Micah have stopped and are leaning out across the railing. They’re looking down into the darkness below us. “The opening’s right here,” Ash says, even though there’s no way she can possibly see it. “Does it look to you like it’s open?”
I look down, but it’s too dark and the sunlight keeps bouncing up and into my eyes. I try to lean further over. Before I realize what’s happening, there’s a flash of color off to the side, a splash, and water sprays up at us. I stumble back gasping and wiping it from my face.
“What the hell was that?”
“Dude!” Reggie exclaims. He’s got a huge smile plastered over his face. “Kelly is what happened, that’s what. Crazy mother fucker. What’d you say to him to make him jump, Jessie?”
“Kelly?” I shout, running back over to the railing and looking down, but there’s nothing to see. “I didn’t tell him to jump, you idiot!”
This shuts him up.
“Don’t just stand there! Do something!”
But nobody moves. Nobody wants to jump into that murky water. We all wait and count the seconds.
Thirty heartbeats pass. Then forty… Fifty…
Sixty.
“Kelly,” I moan.
A minute and half is gone just like that and now I’m really starting to get scared. Ashley’s eyes have grown wide, too. She’s got her fingertips in her mouth. She’s chewing on her nails. Even Reggie and Micah are beginning to look a little nervous.
“It’s barely two minutes,” Micah says. “I can hold my breath for two minutes. Hell. I could hold it for three if I needed to.”
But all I can think is that it’s Kelly we’re talking about, not Micah. Kelly’s not conditioned for holding his breath.
“How long?” I ask. Nobody answers. “How long!”
“Three minutes.”
“Kelly!” I scream. “Kelly!”
Then everyon
e’s yelling, shouting his name. Reggie’s peeling off his shirt and getting ready to climb onto the railing. Micah begins to kick off his shoes. But we’re all interrupted by a shrill whistle coming from man in a dark green uniform. He starts running toward us.
“You there! You kids! Stop right there! There’s no swimming here.”
Reggie’s standing on the first rail, leaning his knees against the top rung, looking like he’s going to jump in anyway. The cop blows his whistle even harder and waves his EM pistol frantically at us. Now he’s about a hundred feet away.
“Our friend fell in!” Micah shouts. “He fell in! It was an accident. We need help!”
The cop reaches us, his feet slapping the sidewalk. He’s panting and I’m sobbing by then. So’s Ashley.
“Our friend fell in! We have to save him!”
“You can’t go down there,” the cop says. He’s an older man, graying at the temples. His face is rough and scarred. He shoves his pistol back in its holster but keeps his hand on it. “It’s dangerous. Bad currents. Can’t you see the signs?” He points.
“But our friend—”
Just then there’s a watery gasp from below us and Kelly’s head pops up. His face is blue and his eyes are bulging. He scrambles to grab onto something, but the edge of the overpass is too far out of reach. The cop bends down under the railing. He leans over and extends his baton.
“Grab onto this, young man.”
Kelly gets a hold of the baton, but he’s too weak to pull himself up. Reggie joins the cop. He reaches down and grabs both of Kelly’s arms and he lifts him out of the water like he’s nothing but a stack of wet laundry. Kelly shoots up and manages to grab the lowest rail.
Reggie slips out from underneath and quickly repositions himself over the railing. “Hold on!” Kelly hurtles over it and smacks down on the walkway, where he collapses in a wet, shivering heap.
I rush over and wrap my arms around him. He places his face in the crook of my neck. His skin is cold and there’s a scratch on his cheek that’s just starting to pink up with fresh blood. I notice he’s hiding it from the cop.
“There’s no swimming here,” the officer repeats. “I could have you arrested.” He gives us a stern look and keeps it on us a few seconds longer than necessary. We all know what that means. An arrest like this would go on our permanent record and add time to our LSC, time that would, without a doubt, get front-ended.
He sighs and shakes his head. “What are you kids doing down here anyway? This is no place for young folks like you to be. You should be at home enjoying the summer break.”
We all look around at each other. Finally, Ashley manages to say, “School project?”
The cop snorts. “Right, like I’m supposed to believe that.”
“We were just looking for some privacy,” Reggie says. He sidles up to Ash and wraps his arms around her.
The cop sizes them up for a moment—giant Reggie and diminutive Ash—then he looks at me and Kelly. Finally his gaze settles on Micah and we can all see that he’s figuring out the math. His eyes flit around, as if he expects to see another person to be hiding somewhere.
But he just shakes his head again and tells us the next time he comes by we had better be gone. “This is a class B zone,” he tells us. “Only authorized individuals are allowed in here. It’s not a… It’s not a motel.”
He turns on his heels and walks away, much to our surprise. He doesn’t even bother to scan us.
“Class B?” Reggie whispers in disbelief. “Man, we are so lucky he didn’t bust us.”
Class A would be the East River, of course. The penalty for trespassing there wouldn’t be arrest or LSC years. It would be vaporization by one of the mines.
When the sound of the cop’s shoes on the pavement fades away, I turn back to Kelly and shake him. “What the hell were you thinking jumping in there? You almost drowned!”
He slowly raises his eyes, but he doesn’t look at me. It’s Reggie he stares at, his eyes dark and penetrating. “Well, Reg, you wanted to know if the tunnel’s open. I got your answer.” He takes in a shuddering breath and looks at the rest of us.
“Blocked?” Reggie asks.
Kelly shakes his head. He shivers again and says, “Open. All the way through.”
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Chapter 5
“How do you know?” Ashley asks. “How could you possibly know it’s open all the way through?”
“Currents,” Kelly replies, pushing me away a little. I think about the cop mentioning currents and realize he’s right. In order for there to be currents, the tunnel must be open.
“They’re actually pretty strong down there. It was almost like getting sucked into a drain. Lucky for me, the current was pushing me back out, otherwise…” He doesn’t finish. He doesn’t need to.
He coughs, spits. “I ended up grabbing onto some old wiring or something and pulling myself along the ceiling. I went as far as I could before I ran out of air and needed to turn around.”
“That was some crazy-ass shit, man,” Reggie says.
Kelly locks eyes with Reg and doesn’t answer. After a few seconds pass, he combs his dripping hair away from his forehead with his fingers.
“I thought I’d just let the current push me back out, but then my shirt got caught on something.” He lifts his arm to show us the tear under his left sleeve.
I don’t know why the next thought pops into my head, but suddenly I wonder if the cop happened to notice the rip. Why that would matter I don’t know, but the whole encounter strikes me as odd, forced. Why would he just take off like that without even scanning us? And what does Kelly know that he’d want to hide the scratch from him?
Kelly laughs weakly and shakes his head. “I sort of panicked, thinking it was one of those sewer gators you always hear about.”
“Urban myth,” Micah says.
“I guess I freaked out. I lost my air. I tried to kick. Whatever it was holding me tore away. I felt my shirt rip and the next thing I knew, I was shooting back out with the current. Good thing too, because I don’t think I’d have made it out if it was even another second or two. I’d probably have inhaled a gallon of water and sunk straight to the bottom.”
“What do you think it was?” Ashley asks. “That snagged you, I mean.” She has this worried look on her face. We can all see what she’s thinking, but nobody wants to say it.
Kelly shrugs. “Loose panel or something. Maybe a jammed log or a pipe. I don’t know. It was too dark to see. There’s got to be a ton of crap washed down into there, just not enough to block the flow entirely. The current’s definitely strong enough to move a lot of water, so there’s got to be spaces wide enough for a person to swim through.”
I lean back and study Kelly and wonder why he’s suddenly stopped being so resistant.
“Or maybe it was a zombie,” Reggie jokes.
He suddenly laughs and slaps Kelly on the back and makes appreciative sounding noises. “Just kidding, brah. But, man, that was totally off-the-wall, what you did.”
Everyone nods, but I’m still furious.
“Why?” I scream at him. “You’re the last person I would’ve expected to do something stupid like jump into the river!”
“It’s not the riv—”
“I don’t care what it is! You could’ve drowned.”
He shrugs and sighs. “Maybe that’s why I did it,” he says, studying my face. “I don’t know. Maybe I just realized that you’re always right about stuff and I’m wrong and such a stick in the mud all the time. I just figured I’d see for myself.”
“You could’ve lied about it,” Micah quietly says. “You could’ve told us it was gated or something. We wouldn’t have known any better.”
“Believe me, I thought about it. But while I was struggling to untangle myself, I don’t know, I guess I just thought, really?” He looks at Reggie. “I still think it’s a bad idea, though. Nothing changed my mind about that.”
Reggie shakes his head.
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nbsp; “Besides,” Kelly goes on, “there’s the other tunnel, the Brooklyn Battery. If I told you this one was blocked, knowing you guys, we’d just end up going over there and checking that one out. Am I right?”
A couple of us shrug and murmur our agreement.
“Guys?” Ashley says, interrupting the boys. “I hate to break up this little discussion, but maybe it’s time we cleared out of here. I don’t know if that cop was serious, but I don’t want to find out. He said he’d be back, but he didn’t say when.”
Reggie and Micah help pull us to our feet. Despite the warmth of the day, Kelly is still shivering. The scratch on his cheek has stopped bleeding, but now it’s puckered out white and angry-looking on his pale face. He lifts his shoulder to wipe it away, wincing, and a fresh thin line of blood appears.
“Don’t do that,” I tell him. “You’ll only make it worse.”
“How’d it happen?” Micah asks as we walk back to the car.
Kelly shrugs. “Like I said, it was dark. Whatever it was that snagged my shirt scratched my face too, I guess.”
I take a closer look. There are three parallel scrapes, each separated from the other by about a half inch. They look like claw marks. Only the middle one is deep enough to break the skin. “Just make sure you put some antibiotic on it when we get back,” I say.
“Yes, Mom,” they all chorus.
I frown at them. “Hey, it may not be the East River per se, but it’s still pretty nasty water.”
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Chapter 6
I wasn’t worried about Kelly getting some nasty bacterial infection. I was worried about him coming down with something worse.
Ash’s grandmother, Junie, used to joke about how, when she was my age, having unprotected sex could kill you. She passed away last year, quite unexpectedly. She could remember a time before the implants, before zombies. Back when diseases like AIDS and diabetes and cancer worried people. She’d laugh her bitter laugh because she knew things are a lot worse now, when there are diseases that don’t just kill you, but raise you back up again.
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