Reborn (Born #3)

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He doesn’t whine. He just gives me a deadly stare, like I’m in trouble for leaving him behind, or just leaving altogether.

He turns and walks up the path with me. I pull on my clothes when I get to a small fire. The lady standing next to it gives me a look.

I hate it here.

I wanna be alone and never see any of these people again.

Anna loops an arm into mine as I finish pulling on my boots, “Let's go to the big fire.” She gives the glaring lady a homicidal look and drags me off. Leo nudges her. She whispers a bunch of things to him. He makes his sloppy wolf face but then gives me another angry look. She laughs in a high-pitched and nearly-silent chuckle.

“Why do I get the impression these people all hate you still?”

I look back at Bernie who’s caught up with us, “‘Cause they do.”

He looks confused, “You are the last person I could ever be prevailed upon to hate.”

I shake my head, “Sometimes you talk funny, Bernie.”

He gives me an amused look, “It was a compliment.”

We walk to the big fire. It’s a huge bonfire again, like last time. Only the night isn’t as cool, so the heat feels more intense.

Leo sits at my feet, he doesn’t lay down though. He senses the discomfort in me and stays alert. I run my fingers through his fur and hope he can calm down. I'd hate for him to eat someone out of nervous behavior.

Bernie sits beside me and Anna sits next to him, damn near on him.

He moves over, closer to me.

I lean in and whisper, “I trust you, Bernie. Don’t make me not trust you. I won't interfere with you and Anna, and I won't let the boys either. Just don’t be creepy, please.”

He gives me a sheepish look, “She kissed me, Em. I told her she was too young.”

I nod, “She’s crazy like that.”

Anna shoots us a look and whispers savagely, “I like you, Bernie. I like you, Em. Don’t make me hurt either of you.”

Bernie swallows hard but Anna takes his hand and cradles it in her lap.

The world is full of perverts and bad people; Bernie is not one of them. He gives me a look. I actually feel like he’s the one about to be victimized. I fight a laugh and lean in to whisper, “If you like her, I suggest you get comfortable with her. She’s nuttier than squirrel poo and you don’t stand much of a chance at getting away. She’s got a deadly shot and uncanny instincts.”

He laughs, “Why do I feel like the woman in the relationship?”

Anna gives him a grin, like telling him he is.

In the dim light and the sparks in the air that light it up like fireflies, I see him.

He makes my stomach tighten.

He carries a guitar and sits in the same spot as last time, on the opposite side of the fire. I can’t see him. But I can hear him instantly.

A girl and him start with a song he sang last time.

Leo starts to mellow out and lies at my feet. Bernie moves closer to Anna. The fire consumes my focus. My gaze is locked and my heart is lost in the broken rasp of his voice and guitar. The girl he sings with sounds sweet compared to him.

Jake walks up and sits down by Will. When he sits I no longer see him, but I hear him.

I see a guitar passed over and hear when it starts to be played with Will’s.

The music is enough. It’s more than enough. If we never have anything but this as an extra, surviving the struggles and the hunger and the filth and fear, I wouldn’t care. The music is like blowing up a balloon at a party but the air is going into my heart. I feel fuller.

Anna nuzzles into Bernie and I see them, they suit each other so much. The flickers of the fire lights up the relationship going on between them. It’s further along than Bernie wants to admit. In the flashes of light, I see another set of eyes watching them.

Star.

She smiles at me. I see something in her eyes. I can’t help but wonder if mine look the same.

Neither one of us fits in, they just don’t know that about her yet. I want to hate her, for the worst and most petty reason in the world, and yet I can’t. I feel sorry for her in the way I want to feel sorry for myself.

We weren’t born to be like these people. We’ll always sit outside the circle.

The song ends and they start to sing the one I remembered Will talking about. The one with the Heys and Hos by their dad’s favorite band. The song sounds amazing. Will’s voice is sexy on its own, but combined with the other two and the sound of the crackling fire, I have the strangest sensation inside of me. I don’t even know where it is exactly. It’s like it moves around and changes things. My heart skips beats and speeds up. My stomach is in a knot, like the infected have surrounded us and I don’t have anywhere to run. I feel a sickening loss of control.

I stand abruptly and walk away from the fire. The whole group starts singing with them. The voices get quieter as I walk away and I think I might have left my heart at the fire.

Leo nudges me.

I can't see his face but I bet he looks confused. I know I am. I crunch and nearly stumble to the far side of the camp as the song ends. He creeps into the woods ahead of me.

I need to leave.

It dawns on me suddenly.

I don’t belong with them. The song was saying something about belonging and I don’t. That’s the pain and the discomfort. I won't ever be like them and they won't ever survive me. Only Leo and Star will ever make it through what we are. I feel the fire and the singing and the camaraderie tricking me and pulling me into the falseness of this place. I've spent ten years staying alive, and in the few months I've known them, they are ruining the things I was doing right.

Not to mention, I’m dragging them all into my problem.

Mine and Star’s.

I lean against a tree and look back at the group; I need her to come with me. I need to keep Anna and Jake safe. I want to hunt alone but my sister needs to come clean up with me.

“You alright, kid?”

I jump and glance over at the figure standing next to me, “I’m fine.”

Jack walks up and leans against a tree next to me, “You seem edgy.”

I grip my bow, “You just surprised me, is all. I need your help.” I don’t want to ask but it makes sense.

He folds his arms across his chest, “Shoot.”

I swallow, “Can you tell them all I went back to the old cabin ‘cause I forgot something and Leo was acting weird?”

“That where you’re headed?”

Watching his eyes glint in the dark makes me feel like he knows I’m lying. I nod once, “Yup.”

“Why don’t you tell them?”

Sighing and pushing off the tree I growl, “Forget it then.” I stalk off into the woods. I wish I could head back to the cabin and get Meg. She’s about the only one I trust with me. The kid is a savage and filled with ruthless common sense. But leaving Sarah with Mary is a bad plan and dragging her with me to kill Marshall is an even worse idea.

I grip the bow and make my way out of the camp. I whistle when I reach the tree guards and start to run with Leo, trying desperately not to trip and fall. When I make it to the bottom of the hill, I hang a right. Instead of going to the cabin, I go for the farmhouse down the mountain.

Will is going to act like a crazy man, but if we hurry, I can be done the whole thing before he catches up to me. If I mess with the whole plan, that isn’t really a plan, maybe I can keep them all safe.

Leo and I don’t talk, we run like we used to. The months that have gone by haven’t changed me completely. It feels like they’ve tried to but I’m still best with me and Leo. No matter what.

I’m pretty sure I’m lost, which is pretty hard since all I have to do is run down a hill, but I don’t have a clue where I am until I hear the river. I run along it until I get to the field. Leo drinks when we reach the first place I recognize. I can't see anything, it’s too dark. I listen to the wheat dancing and swaying, but without seeing, I’m going in blind. Leo goes first, staying low along the field until we reach the meeting tree. Then he circles the tree. I swing my bow and arrows over my shoulder and climb up into it. The familiar bark and the smell in the air hasn’t changed in a decade.

I almost stroke the bark, it was the first tree I ever climbed, and I would hate for it to be the last, but that would be like the books I’ve read. It’s called something….irony. It would be my own type of irony. I don’t think I ever had any before, besides Will being Jake’s brother. That was like God laughing at me. Jake was like seeing magic in the real world. It was an instant attraction but meeting Will was like an animal magnetism that I can't explain. I still feel it.

I sit on my branch and wait.

The moon isn’t out. I think it doesn’t want any part of what I’m about to do. The night is extra dark and the wind feels like change is coming. There’s freshness in it we don’t ever get in the summer months. I close my eyes and let it wash over me as I listen for sounds of bad things.

My hair blows in my face and the wheat dances, and just as I’m about to climb down, I hear it.

I freeze.

I don’t pull an arrow, even though the thought flutters about in my mind like a moth’s wings outside of a lantern.

My breath is caught in my throat when I hear it again.

“EMMA!”

How the hell did he do it?

Not breathing or moving, I wait for it. He’s going to come and it’s not going to be pretty.

I’m panicking when he gets really close and the light from a flashlight is bouncing around the ground.

I don’t see Leo, that’s bad. I don’t know what to do… climb down and save Will from whatever Leo has planned, or stay up in the tree and avoid whatever wrath I have created inside of that man.

His loud steps and shouts are making me sweat. Not because he’s going to kill me, that’s obvious, but because he’s going to draw the infected. I still hate them.

The light fixes on my face. I put a hand in the way to stop it from blinding me.

Something scary happens. He’s silent for a minute and then he mutters, “Get out of the tree or I’ll come get you out.”