Sky on Fire (Monument 14 #2)

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Niko stripped the soldier bare. He left him in his underwear but even took his socks.

The socks he put on Max, then he put the soldier’s boots on Max, then he put the soldier’s coat on Max.

To their credit, neither Batiste nor Ulysses said a word about fair.

Niko put the soldier’s pants on over his own layers. I guess he thought they would be too long for Max.

The vials were flares and I got to wear the belt.

“I’m hungry,” Max said, his voice sounding small. “Is there any food?”

“We have to get somewhere safe,” Niko said. “Then we’ll eat and drink.”

“Like where?” moaned Sahalia.

“Another car?” Niko said.

There was something so bleak about his voice, even Sahalia knew not to press him further.

He walked and we followed.

Josie was following us. I was sure of it.

There were sounds, coming from behind us. Snaps in the brush. Twigs breaking.

I was pretty sure.

Then I saw Niko perk up, after he heard the sounds, too.

“Niko, did you notice that Josie, even when in that enraged O-monster state, was able to form full sentences?” I asked him quietly.

“I didn’t notice, but yes. I think you’re right.”

“Dean couldn’t speak that way when he attacked me,” I continued. “Maybe Josie’s—”

Niko held up his hand to shush me. And he whispered, “Let’s not talk about her. We might scare her away.”

Then his pace picked up some.

What Niko did next was a total surprise to me. He told us a story.

“You know, we’re probably not going to have to walk much farther.”

“Why not?” said Max in a thick voice.

“Mrs. Wooly.”

“What do you mean?” asked Sahalia.

“She’s out looking for us, of course.”

Sahalia snorted.

“Really?” Batiste asked.

“Of course,” Niko said. “She’s got a new bus, I bet. Or maybe a minivan. She’s out driving around looking for us.”

“What’s in the bus? Ulysses wants to know,” Max said.

“Well, it’s a really nice bus. So of course, it has a kitchen stocked with food and drinks.”

“What kind of food and drinks?” Batiste asked.

“Um…” Niko thought for a moment. I had the sense his imagination couldn’t quite keep up with his own narrative.

“There’s a tray of sandwiches,” I joined in. “With plastic wrap over it. Like from a deli. And there’s potato salad and macaroni salad and pickles. To drink there’s pop, but also fresh-squeezed orange juice.”

“You know what’s cool about the bus?” Sahalia added.

I thought she’d say “nothing.”

But instead she said, “It’s got beds in it. I’m serious. These white beds with clean sheets and fluffy duvets.”

“What are duvets?” Max asked.

“They’re these comforters stuffed with feathers and they’re incredibly soft and warm. Like sleeping under a cloud.”

“Well, where’s she going to take us?” Max asked.

“I’ll tell you where…,” Niko said.

We walked for a moment as Niko thought.

“To Alaska,” he said. “We’re just going to drive straight there.”

It was good, to talk about something real.

I know that sounds stupid because, of course, what we were talking about was totally fantasy.

But one month ago, what would have been more far-fetched: a ride in a van stocked with sandwiches and beds, or a series of environmental catastrophes that would leave us in a dark world filled with corpses and monsters?

We talked about Mrs. Wooly for a good long while.

No one bothered us or attacked us.

And every once in a while I caught the sound of someone trailing us.

And I was happy, because I knew it was Josie.

And Niko did, too.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

DEAN

DAY 14

The cadets jumped down onto us, forcing us backward down the staircase.

They screamed war cries and were laughing with the raw exhilaration true bullies feel.

Punching and kicking and pushing, they whaled on us as they pushed us down to the bottom of the stairs.

I fell to the cement floor, bashing my head and my shoulder. Something tore inside my shoulder. It screamed in protest, and I had trouble gathering up my body again. I felt jumbled and frozen with the pain of it.

I just lay back down on the floor.

“Zarember, go get Anna and the others,” the lead cadet ordered. “Tell them the sweet little sissies opened right up for us.”

One of the two cadets started back up the stairs.

I saw Jake sit up, shaking his head to clear it, trying to recover.

“Mickey?” Jake said. “Mickey Zarember?”

The figure on the stairs stopped and turned.

“Who are you?” he asked.

He had short brown hair and a huge bruise on one side of his face.

“Jake Simonsen. Remember me? I was a prospective at the Academy … I stayed with Jamie—”

“Holy crap, Payton,” Mickey Zarember said, coming back down the stairs. “I do know this kid. Jake. He stayed with Jamie Delgado. This kid can hold his liquor!”

Mickey wanted to cross to Jake, you could feel it, but he waited for a nod from Payton. Payton did not nod.

He swaggered over to Jake himself.

“So we know you, huh, kid? Lucky for you. Pretty darn lucky.”

Payton gave Jake a hand and pulled him to his feet. He pulled Jake real close, right up to his face.

“Cadet Lieutenant Colonel Bradley Payton, squadron commander of the Fightin’ Fourth,” he said. “And you are?”

“Jake Simonsen … sir,” Jake answered, finding his footing.

“Pleased to make your acquaintance, Jake,” Payton said, his face just inches away from Jake’s. Then he released his grip and Jake backed away a step and looked at the floor.

“I hope you got a lot of food, kid. ’Cause we’re starving.”

“Yeah, totally, whatever we got is yours.” Jake grinned, the model of jocularity. “We have more than we can use!”

I shot him a look.

Jake smiled right at me and I read total terror behind that smile.

There were five of them, including Payton, and a little girl. The girl was somehow wearing a white jacket that wasn’t filthy. She looked strange and withdrawn.

“This is Anna. She’s my niece and she’s our little decoy. Our lucky charm.” Payton ruffled her hair. “Like a rabbit’s foot. Only don’t touch her. Nobody touches her. It’s one of our rules. That’s because she’s my cousin.”

The girl looked far, far away. She smoothed her hair down with utter detachment.

None of them had an air mask or was wearing any layers so that meant they were all either AB (paranoia) or B (sexual dysfunction). They had guns. Shotguns and handguns. Each one seemed to be packing something.

As they clattered down the staircase, my mind was racing a million miles an hour.

Could I somehow go out and warn Astrid?

Would she know to stay hidden and not come hollering to see what had happened?

Most of all, how were we going to get them to leave?

It was obvious that Payton was paranoid. He seemed crazy and very aggressive.

After he’d helped Jake up, Payton saw the wrapped-up bodies in the corner and went right over to them. I cursed myself for not covering them up.

Payton poked them with the barrel of his handgun.

“Naughty, naughty!” he said, wagging a finger at Jake. “Somebody’s been killing grown-ups! We’re going to have to keep an eye on you. And your friend, too.”

What’s your name, honey?” he said. He strode over to look into my air mask.

“Dean.”

“Dean. I get it! Like the dean of a school!”

Payton was at least twenty, maybe twenty-one or twenty-two. Broadly built. His crew cut was brown and there were little dots of dried blood on his face. From a splatter that was not his own.

His eyes were the color of yellow mud.

“Hey, Deano.” He tapped on my air mask with his gun. “What are you, O or A or AB or what? Is that your handiwork over there?” He nodded toward the bodies in the corner.

“I’m A,” I lied.

“Well, then we’d better get you out of here before you start to peel, son.” He winked at me.

He turned to Jake. The last of his group were filing down the stairs.

“Well? Let’s eat!” Payton boomed. “Come on, Dean and Jake Simonsen, you two lead the way!”

One of the other cadets hauled me up and I cried out from the pain in my shoulder.

“Oh now, don’t whine. I hate whiners!” Payton tut-tutted.

“Wait,” I croaked as the cadet manhandled me toward the two main doors.

“What?” Payton shouted. “What did you say?”

“Be cool, Dean,” Jake said, anxiety heavy in his falsely light tone.

“The hatch,” I said, talking loudly so I could be heard through my mask. “We need to close the hatch.”

Payton looked at me as if he were seeing me for the first time.

“Brilliant! Yes! Of course we need to close the hatch. I like this kid. I like these kids, Zarember! Nice work!”

And he threw his arm around me.

My shoulder screamed, but I kept my mouth shut.

Jake and I walked them toward the Food aisles (and away from the House).

My every agonized step was a prayer for Astrid to get the kids and hide, hide, hide.

The cadets whooped and started tearing into the cookies and chips and crackers.

Jake and I thought we were forgotten for a moment. I took my mask off and rubbed at my face. My whole body was covered in a cold sweat.

It was stupid, but I was almost glad my glasses were lost and broken, somewhere outside near the palette loader. Maybe I looked cooler and tougher without them.