Waterproof

by Garr, Amber

  Vee leaned over the man’s face and came back with a large rock in her hand. I couldn’t see her expression, but knew it would be frightening. She lifted both hands above her head, and yelled out as the rock came down and smashed against her would-be-rapist’s face. Over and over she hit him. I thought the first blow had done its job, but after what just happened to her, I let her be.

  A full minute passed before she dropped the rock to her side and slumped back against me. Her sobs consumed her, and she shook with each one. I wrapped my arms tightly around her, holding her head against my chest and rocking slowly back and forth.

  I don’t know how long we stayed like that, hours or mere minutes, but when a dark shadow appeared in front of us, I knew the time for comfort was over.

  “Are they gone?” The shadow asked. It sounded like Max’s voice, but my ears still hummed with the sound of Vee’s cries.

  “I believe so,” I said.

  Max nodded. “We need you over there,” he said, jerking his head toward the fire.

  “Can you grab Hunter? He’s been knocked out.” I stood, pulling Vee with me. Max didn’t say a word as I stepped over three dead bodies, and carried one broken girl away from the scene.

  FOUR

  Vivienne

  “Alicia’s dead,” Max stated before we reached the rest of our group.

  “What?” cried Hunter. Max carried him over one shoulder, but now set him gently on the ground. “That can’t be true.”

  “I’m sorry, but it is. They must have attacked her and Daric first. He’s in bad shape.” Max stopped walking and examined Hunter from top to bottom. “How’s your head?”

  He rubbed his temple and winced. “I’m fine. I can’t believe Alicia’s gone.” Hunter hung his head but not before I saw tears in his eyes. “I’m going to find Daric.”

  Before Max could protest, Hunter disappeared in the dark shadows flanking our group tonight. Zach’s arm around my waist tightened and I suddenly became aware of how close we were. I also realized that my ordeal had been irrelevant in the grand scheme of things. Alicia had lost her life.

  “This is all my fault,” Zach whispered.

  Knowing where his thoughts were headed, I stepped in front of him. His pained face pierced my heart, tears starting to appear again without my permission. I wrapped my arms around him and squeezed.

  “This is how life is now.” I couldn’t think of anything else to say. Did Zach’s actions encourage that group of deserters to attack us? Yeah, probably. But that made me just as guilty.

  “How?” Zach asked Max.

  He knew what Zach meant. “Her throat.” I felt Zach tense underneath my arms. He’d wear this on his consciousness for years to come.

  “And Daric?” Zach continued to torture himself.

  “He has a bad cut on his neck, but it looks like they took Alicia out first. She didn’t even scream.” For the first time, Max’s voice quivered. Usually emotionless and all business, tonight’s attack had left Max feeling the pain too. This wasn’t the first time we’d lost someone in our group, but it didn’t ever get any easier.

  “Max?” Sasha’s voice cut through our wallowing. Her form appeared from the light, pistol hanging in her hand by her side. I hadn’t even heard the gunshots. My focus had been on not letting that disgusting pig rape me. I shivered and Zach squeezed me tighter.

  “Vivienne, are you okay?” Sasha walked directly to me, gently placing her hand on my shoulder. I nodded. “And you, Zach?” she asked.

  “I’m fine.”

  “Good.” Sasha looked at me a few seconds longer than necessary. It felt like she could read my mind and the terrible, fearful thoughts racing through it right now. “I need your help cleaning up. Daric’s out right now and his injuries are pretty severe. But we need to be ready to move in the morning.”

  “What about Alicia?” Zach asked, barely able to get the words out.

  “Hunter and Carrie are taking care of that.” I couldn’t tell if her clipped response was aimed at Zach or just the situation in general.

  “What do you need?” Max asked, diverting Sasha’s attention from Zach.

  “Gather what we can. In the morning, we’ll head south. Hopefully there weren’t any mercenaries nearby to hear this tonight.”

  “We’re going to need more water,” Zach said and I elbowed him in the side. Now was not the time to discuss another run.

  But Sasha surprised me with her answer. “Yes, I know. They destroyed some of our supply during the attack…” her voice trailed off.

  “A small group of us can go. The water truck is still there. We can fill up what we can carry.” Zach pushed forward, against my nudges encouraging him to stop.

  “Yes, we’ll do that. But now I need you in camp packing up what’s left.” She grabbed Max’s hand and led him away.

  Zach and I continued walking toward the now sputtering fire. No one spoke and everyone had a job to do. Zach grabbed one of the towels sitting near the fire and brushed it lightly against my face. I cringed with the pain of my swollen cheek and bloody nose. Another reminder of what almost happened to me tonight. I suspected those visions would haunt me for a while. But then I thought about Alicia and scolded myself for feeling so selfish.

  “You need this more than me,” I said to Zach, snatching the towel from his hand. His chin had a nasty cut on it that had stopped bleeding, but looked pretty deep. As soon as I touched it, blood began seeping again. “Let me get you a bandage.”

  Before Zach could protest, I headed toward Trevor’s area. He was the one in charge of medical supplies. With each step, I took an inventory of my surroundings. Max and Jackson worked together to pack up what was left of the food and water. Hunter and Carrie busied themselves with wrapping Alicia’s body in pieces of animal skin and dead leaves. With limited clothing available, it didn’t make sense to leave all of hers behind. They spoke in hushed tones, and when I listened closer, I realized they were praying.

  Sasha seemed to walk around without intent. After losing one of our own, she always distanced herself from the group. It was her way of coping and everyone accepted it as such. I imagined it must be hard to feel responsible for the safety of so many.

  Trevor’s voice interrupted my thoughts. “Are you okay?”

  I looked down to focus on his concerned eyes staring back up on me. He lifted his hand to touch my cheek, but I lightly brushed him away. “I need a bandage for Zach.”

  Trevor huffed. “Too bad. I need them for Daric.”

  “Trevor,” I sighed. “Now is not the time to be a dick.” I pushed around him to grab the material myself.

  He quickly stepped in front of me and snatched the bag of supplies. “Daric needs them more and if Zach would have listened to Sasha, those deserters wouldn’t have come here at all.”

  His words stung, but again, I held myself just as responsible. “I’m the one that killed two of them. You should blame me more than Zach.”

  “I do,” he snapped. “Alicia is gone and I doubt Daric will make it through the night.

  My gaze drifted over to the man lying on the ground. Even in the limited light, his pale face and unnatural stillness permeated the evening. Trevor had fashioned pieces of ripped sweatshirts around his neck, but the dark stains leaked through like death taking hold with bony fingers. Daric wouldn’t make it through the night. I felt tears slide down my face and didn’t bother wiping them away.

  Swallowing hard, I held out my hand and begged. “Please, Trevor. Just one piece.” He shook his head. “I don’t want to fight with you tonight.”

  Maybe he heard the defeat in my voice, or maybe he’d finally learned when to pick his battles, but after another moment of hesitation, he finally agreed. Sifting through the duffle bag, he handed me a neatly wrapped bundle. “This is all I can spare.”

  “Thank you,” I said, not knowing if it would be enough but deciding not to argue. Before leaving, I knelt down next to Daric. His breathing sounded shallow and irregular, and the fres
h scent of blood made my stomach turn. “I’m so sorry,” I whispered into his ear. With my hand resting lightly on his chest, I hung my head and wished for him to be at peace. Perhaps waking up would be worse for him. Daric and Alicia loved each other very much, and I doubted he’d be able to cope with such a loss.

  My chest tightened at the thought of losing Zach like that. I knew I wouldn’t want to live without him. Trevor knelt down next to me and felt for a pulse in Daric’s wrist. I didn’t want to watch him die, so I stood and made my way back to Zach.

  He’d moved to the center of camp where he collected all of the useable water bottles we had left. With hands on his hips, he shook his head when he saw me. “We’re going to need a lot more.”

  I looked down at the tiny pile. “How many did they destroy?”

  “Over half of them.” Bottles, glass or plastic, have been hard to come by since the draft went into effect. Those that ran took what they could, and the government collected what remained with the help of the mercenaries. Their strategy? We would all come crawling back begging for water. That’s why it was so unusual for Zach to find a water truck. Someone must have had a connection to a government insider.

  “We’ll just have to gather what we can tomorrow.” I walked over to Zach and forced him to sit on the ground. Cleaning his wound the best I could, I finished with a little ointment. “Trevor didn’t have any bandages to spare, so just try not to bump it.”

  “Sure he didn’t,” Zach grumbled. He sighed and dropped his head into his hands. “How’s Daric?”

  “He’ll be fine,” I lied.

  Zach snorted. “No he won’t. I can hear it in your voice.” We simply knew each other too well. “Why do I do this?”

  I grabbed his hands. “What? Collect water, find food, protect Hunter? For every one questionable decision you make, there are a hundred more good ones that allow all of us to survive a little longer. Don’t do this to yourself.”

  He managed a smile and I leaned in to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. With that, I continued helping around the camp until the first glimmer of sunrise filtered through the trees. The rest of the night had passed in silence, and everyone was ready to move on. Well, almost everyone. Daric had died not long after I saw him, so we now gathered around a shallow grave with our two friends lying side by side.

  Sasha recited some poem, but my ears wouldn’t allow me to hear. Instead, I focused on the inner turmoil ripping through me. I’d known Daric and Alicia for a couple of years, but felt numbed by their passing. Knowing I played a role in their deaths didn’t help, and even though I’d given that speech to Zach a few hours ago, the words felt empty to me. It would be hard to forgive myself.

  When the last of the dirt fell onto the grave, Sasha forced us into action. “Vivienne, Zach, and Jackson, collect what you can carry and head out with Max. The rest of us will be nearby and meet up with you in a couple of hours.”

  The four of us would do our best to steal water from the deserters that had attacked us last night. With empty bottles hanging all around me and my sword wrapped along my back, I followed closely behind Zach. The trip to the camp seemed shorter than last time, perhaps because I dreaded the type of resistance we might face. Not all of their group returned home the night before and I suspected they were as angry and desperate as us.

  Just as the rusty cargo container walls came into view, Zach stopped moving and turned to face us. “I saw the truck on the far side of camp. We should cross over through the woods and then try to break in from there.”

  “Was there an entrance?” Max asked.

  “There’s got to be.” Zach, always an optimist even when there was no reason to be.

  Max nodded and we all headed off at a light jog around the perimeter. Aside from my breathing and Zach’s heavy feet crunching underneath, the forest sounded surprisingly quiet. Ever since the nuclear wars, the wildlife seemed to disappear too. For many years, it had been a great risk to eat wild game for fear of getting radiation poisoning. But once we started observing offspring, we figured it would be okay to hunt. That happened a couple of years ago, and even though the meat seemed safe, the prey kept getting harder to find.

  Every once and a while a sparrow would call out in the early morning dawn. I guess I should be thankful that they wouldn’t give up our position, but a part of me still missed the life we had before the wars.

  Once we reached the far side of the camp, Zach signaled us to the ground. We looked around at our surroundings and listened intently for any sounds of human life. Not one deserter patrolled the perimeter. Zach shrugged and began moving out from the cover of the trees and up the same incline to the closest cargo container.

  I crept behind him, slowly sliding my sword out of its sheath. Jackson had his crossbow raised, moving it side to side looking for a target. When we reached the top, each of us pressed tightly against the container. There was a small space for us to pass, but Max waved us back until he could check it out. Like Sasha, he’d taken on a kind of parental role and always insisted on clearing our safety first.

  Max disappeared into the crack, Sasha’s pistol pointing in front of him. Unusual for Max to use a gun, I felt better knowing he had some range. A few moments later, Max’s head reappeared and he waved all of us inside.

  Once I broke through the narrow tunnel, I saw a large space filled with dilapidated cars and other pieces of unidentifiable metal. I could barely make out the perimeter on the far side of the camp, but when I saw the water truck, nothing else mattered. Zach had been right.

  Moving like a team of navy seals, we hustled together toward the trucks. With backs facing the interior, we each held our weapons out in front in case of an attack. We quickly reached the truck with no resistance and no sign of human life.

  “Where is everyone?” I whispered.

  “I don’t know,” Zach said. “But let’s take advantage.” Then he swore. “Someone sabotaged the truck.” He pointed to the four flat tires and a mosaic of gunshot holes near the bottom of the black plastic reservoir. But pushing against the side, he smiled again. “There’s still enough left for us.”

  While the boys filled up the bottles, I continued to patrol the area. Something wasn’t sitting right with me. Zach barely made it out of here alive a day ago, and now we waltzed into their camp without so much as a shout.

  “Vee, give me your bottles,” Zach whispered over to me. Without taking my eyes off the interior of the camp, I unhooked each strap and tossed them in his direction. When they crashed to the ground, he sighed loud enough for me to know he disapproved. I didn’t care. I needed to figure out where all the deserters were.

  Moving around the front of the truck, I spotted one of their dwellings. A tarp hung between two minivan frames with clothes strewn out on lines and sleeping bags nestled underneath. The breeze forced the tarp to snap, and I worried someone would find me. But as I moved closer, I realized there was no one here to discover our intrusion.

  Lying in front of the vans were two bodies. Females. Both had been shot several times, and one looked like she’d recently given birth. In the days post war, malnourishment surpassed incidences of obesity in this country. Her swollen abdomen and puffy face had most likely only been caused by carrying a child.

  As if confirming my suspicions, a small bottle rolled past my feet in another gust of wind. Where was the baby? Panic surged inside when I realized someone had either killed or kidnapped a newborn. Who would do such a thing?

  “Mercenaries,” Max said, answering my unspoken question. I looked up at him and he nodded. “There’s more over there. Fresh kills, but more blood than bodies.”

  “They’ve been collected?” I asked.

  “Looks that way. We should get going.” Max handed me the full bottles and I slung the strap over my head and across the shoulder. The weight of the water felt good even though it would impede my fighting abilities.

  “Maybe we should see what supplies they left behind,” Zach said, joining us with Jacks
on at his side.

  We all looked to Max and I watched the dilemma pass across his face. We got what we came for, but there could be more valuable commodities inside. “Zach and I will go. You and Jackson take the water and wait for us in the woods.”

  I wanted to protest, but at the same time it wouldn’t be prudent to argue with Max. A second later, my arms were filled with bottles and Zach and Max disappeared into the scrap yard.

  “Come on,” Jackson said, adjusting the weight of our bounty and putting his crossbow away. “Let’s get out of here in case they find us.”

  “I don’t think there’s anyone left.”

  “Just in case,” he said. We both knew that once the mercenaries came through, no one survived.

  Without speaking again, we hustled across the open space and squeezed through the narrow exit. We didn’t stop until reaching the safety of the trees. Dropping the water to the ground, we knelt down and waited for our friends to return.

  “So, you and Zach are together now?”

  Startled with the question and the fact that it came from Jackson, I tried to hide my blushing cheeks. “It’s not like that.”

  “That’s not what Hunter told me.” Hunter had apparently seen more than we thought. Jackson laughed. “It’s okay. You two should be together.”

  He surprised me with that comment. I always knew Jackson had an interest in me, but I guess it didn’t go beyond friendship. “What’s going on with you and Carrie?” I asked, changing the subject.

  Jackson shook his head. “Same old thing. She’s a tease.” Again, surprised with Jackson’s astute observations, I found myself laughing.

  “Yes she is. But you’re a good catch.”

  He shrugged. “It’s too hard to think about caring for someone in this world.”

  Jackson had never been one to carry on a long conversation, let alone such a serious one. “I don’t know,” I said. “It might be nice to have someone by your side no matter what.”