The monster twists and clacks. The knife is nearly wrenched from my hand. I feel the grip on my ankle loosen for a fraction of a moment before tightening again. I’ve hurt it!
I yank the knife free and hack again. There’s more resistance, then the weight drops away.
I let the knife go and kick to get away from the body of the monster I can’t see. The hand remains attached. Blinded by darkness and oxygen deprivation, my eyes burning from the filthy water, I reach down.
The fingers are like plastic bands. I pry desperately at them. My stomach revolts, but to be sick now would be fatal. I finally manage to loosen the hand just as a bright light begins to fill my vision. Kelly, my mind prays, but deep down I know it’s not him. The whiteness is in the space behind my eyes. It’s my brain shutting down. The whispers grow loud inside my head.
I feel something caress my face. I open my mouth and water flows in. I cough, sputter, and open it again. I inhale just as another balloon of air envelops me. Kelly forces the mask into my mouth and holds it there, pinching my nose, willing me to breathe into the canister.
After a few minutes, I open my eyes. He holds me like that for several more minutes, until the light inside me and the whispers fade away.
When I’m ready, he points the beam of his flashlight down into the darkness below us. I can’t see much without the goggles. I don’t know if he’s showing me the zombie; I kick to get away, but he holds me until I stop struggling.
Once more he points the light down, then at his face, then at me. He means that we need to go down and find my goggles.
Still shaking from the encounter, still weak from lack of oxygen, I try to follow. He goes slowly, waiting for me.
When we reach the floor, he begins to search, sweeping his light back and forth. The floor is littered with objects washed in over the years. It all just looks blurry and shapeless to me.
I begin to think it’s hopeless when his light reflects off something shiny. Kel dives down and comes up with my knife. He pushes it back into my sheath. Then he goes back down.
After a few more minutes of searching, he returns, shaking his head. He points to his own goggles, offering them to me. I tell him no and gesture that we need to go. We’re completely alone. There’s no sign of the other four. They haven’t even noticed we’re not there.
Kel grabs my hand and together we rise toward the ceiling, angling toward the Long Island end of the tunnel and hoping we’re close to the end. It’d be easy to mistake which direction we need to go, but the current pushes at us, forcing us back to Manhattan.
And yet we press on.
Within minutes, a point of light appears in the darkness ahead. It swings around like a strobe and grows quickly stronger until it fills the tunnel. I shield my eyes. A second beam joins the first. We swim hard for them. Finally, I see two yellow glow sticks dangling just below the light beams. Micah and Jake pull up beside us, gesturing frantically. Micah holds up his Link.
I reach down and pull mine up to my face, holding it close to my eyes to read. There’s an old message there from Micah and it reads:
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I delete it and a second message pops up from a minute or so later:
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Micah quickly types in a new message:
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Anger fills me. There’s no wondering whether we’re okay. No asking what held us up. No apology for leaving us behind. I was attacked by a fucking zombie! I could have been bitten!
Excitement flashes in his eyes. He jabs his thumbs once more at his screen. My Link receives his post:
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I want to cry. I want to scream and kick and hurt someone, but I’m suddenly exhausted. Numbness overwhelms me. Kelly gently prods me forward and I follow. I can feel myself drifting into shock.
Sometime later—seconds? hours? I have no idea—I sense the blackness of the tunnel begin to weaken. I start to see the faintest details: seams in the walls, objects lying on the floor below. Even without goggles and a light I can see. We’ve reached the end of the tunnel. It begins to arch upwards and light breaks over us in ever stronger waves. We’ve done it. We’ve officially broken into LI.
And yet I’m too shaken to celebrate.
A moment later, we pop up out of the water. At a minute before eleven in the morning I get my first glimpse of a city that was abandoned to the Undead.
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Chapter 15
Reg and Ash join us. Everyone’s speaking all at once, asking questions, laughing, yammerinng, demanding where the hell we were and what took us so long. They don’t realize what just happened down there.
Jake notices I’m missing my goggles and asks about them. He seems more worried about them than me.
Neither Kelly nor I answer any of their questions. Kelly brusquely waves them off, growling that we need to get me to land. I’m grateful for his strength. I’m grateful that I don’t have to say anything or even think. I wouldn’t be able to string two coherent thoughts together, must less words.
My shaking has grown much worse, as if my body knows that safety is within reach.
Or knowing that I’ll have to face that horrible experience once more. I don’t know how I’ll be able to do it.
I’m faintly aware of Micah talking. He’s telling us that the overpass where we’ve surfaced is too high to climb: it’s six feet over our heads. The wall extends to both sides, stretching about a hundred and fifty feet before turning back toward us. We spin around. The water reaches into the distance, fanning out wider and wider as it reaches the horizon.
Reggie points to a place where the chain-link fence has been pushed from its poles and now dangles into the water. It’s only thirty feet away.
“We can climb that,” he says.
He sounds as tired as I feel, and now I can see the fatigue on everyone else’s face, the strain. And maybe a little disappointment, too. I don’t know what they were all expecting—I know what I was before my underwater encounter: Pristine buildings, a preserved city. But all I see here is bleached out structures that look run down and dirty. The place is a ghost town. But, thankfully, it appears to be just as abandoned as Reggie had claimed it would be.
Or maybe that’s why they’re disappointed.
Kelly pulls me toward the fence. I let him. I can’t seem to find the strength to move, so I just drift. Where does he find the energy? I look over at him and notice that he’s straining his neck above the surface. He’s scanning for any signs of trouble on land.
Despite having to tow me, Kelly’s the first to reach the fence. He makes sure I’m holding onto it before he peels off his flippers and tosses them over. Then he climbs up. The fence sways and clangs, sounding too loud in the eerie quiet.
“Looks clear,” he says, after a quick but thorough look around. The rest of the group begin to clamber up. Kelly reaches down and helps me. My arms are shaking so badly that I can barely hold on. I still have my flippers on. He practically has to drag me up.
I immediately sink to the ground. Everyone else is peeling off their equipment and unzipping the tops of their wetsuits. The sun is baking us, but I’m shivering.
Kelly doesn’t bother with his equipment. He finds an abandoned car on the tunnel overpass and climbs up onto its roof. It’s covered in dust and rust and tufts of grass. It creaks and rattles. He cups his hands around his eyes and scans the horizon. Reggie is the first to notice his odd behavior. He chuckles.
“Check out the brah! Already looking for IUs. I told you before there won’t be any.”
Kelly’s eyes flash and he jumps off the car and rushes over. He slams Reggie in the chest and screams, “No zombies? Then what the fuck was that down there?” He points at the tunnel and everyone looks, confusion clouding their faces.
“Where?”
“In the goddamn tunnel, asshole! Where the hell were you?” Kelly turns to each of the others, glaring. “We were attacked by one down there! Jessie could’ve been…”
> His eyes suddenly grow wide and he rushes over to me. “Were you bitten?”
I shake my head.
The others are watching all this in shocked silence. Then Ashley leaps to her feet and points at Jake. “I told you we should’ve told them!”
Kelly’s eyes narrow. “Told us what?”
Reggie sweeps over and stands between them. “We didn’t know, Ash! How could we have known it was a zombie? It was too far away. We still don’t know!”
Ashley ignores him. She peers around Reggie to speak directly to Kelly. “We saw one. And don’t tell me it wasn’t, Reg, because I know what I saw! Back there. Damn it, I knew it was a zombie, but you said it was just some homeless guy who fell in the water!” She hits Reggie on the chest.
My head snaps up. “What?” My throat hurts and my voice croaks. “You saw a zombie and you didn’t think to warn us? You didn’t ask, Where the hell are Kelly and Jessie? Maybe they’re in deep shit? You just left us back there!” My voice has risen to a screech. I’m nearly in tears by now. “What the hell were you thinking? I almost got bitten! I almost fucking drowned!”
Nobody says anything for a moment, then Jake says, “It wasn’t in the tunnel.”
As if that excuses why they left us behind.
Kelly whirls on him. He’s shaking with rage and sputtering almost incoherently. Finally a single word explodes from his lips. The f-bomb shatters into a million pieces across the city. In the distance, a flock of pigeons lifts off the ground before settling back down again a moment later.
Jake is clearly shaking. “It was while we were waiting for you in the garage. When Micah took you back to get Jessie’s medicine.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” Kelly screams.
“Keep it down, guys,” I say. But the words somehow dry up in my mouth and flutter away like dust.
“I told you,” Ashley cries. She hurries over to where I’m kneeling on the hot asphalt. “I told you we should have told them what we saw.” She points at Jake again, thrusting an accusing finger at him. “But you just kept agreeing with Reggie. Why the hell would they call in NCD for a homeless guy?”
NCD?
“They called in Necrotics?” I stammer. “Was it Eric?”
Jake backs away. Reggie glares around himself looking like he wants to punch someone. Then he suddenly bends and picks up a chunk of rock and heaves it far out over the water. The splash sounds clunky and doesn’t even echo. “We didn’t know for sure what we saw,” he mutters. “And, no, Jess, your brother wasn’t there. At least, we didn’t see him.”
“Now we know why the cops patrol down there by the tunnel opening,” Kelly says. “They’re checking for swimmers.”
Reggie shakes his head. “No! You said it yourself, Kel. If they were so concerned about breaches, why wouldn’t they just block the opening?”
Nobody speaks. It’s a valid question, one we’ve all been wondering for days now. Why make it so easy for zombies to get through? For that matter, why make it easy for people, too?
“It wasn’t a zom,” Reggie concludes. “It couldn’t have been.”
“Then why call NCD?”
“Swimmers?” I ask, shaking my head. Logically, I know zombies can’t swim. In the water they’re just as helpless as logs, drifting with the currents. But the one that grabbed me sure felt like it had taken lessons.
Kelly waves his arms helplessly. “Well, what else are we going to call them?”
“Floaters,” Ashley says.
“The one that attacked us wasn’t floating. It was like it was waiting for us.”
“It wasn’t waiting for us, Jess,” Kelly says, but even I can see the doubt in his eyes. “It just happened to be there, I think.”
I swing my head to Ashley. It feels stiff and creaky. “You actually saw them pull one out? Before we left?”
“What we saw,” Reggie quickly answers for her, “was a cop dragging a body out of the water. A dead body. It wasn’t moving, so, no, I seriously doubt it was a zombie. Besides, even if it was a zombie, it was dead. Don’t you get it? It was totally dead. We had no way of knowing there’d be more in there. Live ones.”
“He used a hooked pole and dragged it out onto the walkway,” Ashley mumbles. “We watched as he pinged someone on his Link. A couple minutes later, NCD came in a van and carted it away.”
“They didn’t even use gloves!” Jake insists.
“What the hell does that prove?” Kelly snaps. “That doesn’t mean it wasn’t a zombie!” He grabs Jake’s tee shirt and pulls them together until their faces are inches from each other. My mind screams at Kelly to be careful, but all I can do is moan. Jake doesn’t fight back. “Everyone knows it takes more than skin to skin contact to pass the infection! It takes a bite. Of course he didn’t wear gloves!”
“But, water—” Jake begins to argue.
“Bullshit!” Kelly’s eyes shift over to me. Everyone’s looking at me now, wondering if I swallowed any water down there. They have to be thinking I might’ve been infected. “Wearing gloves doesn’t mean shit, you idiot!”
Ash hugs me closer. “Don’t worry,” she whispers into my hair. “G-ma Junie was wrong about that. Water can’t transmit the infection.”
I know she’s just trying to cheer me up, to help me get past the attack in the tunnel, but it doesn’t help.
I push her away and lean over to one side. The remains of my breakfast cornflakes and all the river water I swallowed come pouring out of me. Ash jumps back, not wanting to get splashed. The others watch in horror, as if afraid get too close to me.
When I’m done, I feel a lot better. I get weakly to my feet and say, “We’re wasting time. It must’ve been a fluke. There aren’t any more zombies here, obviously, so let’s do what we came for and get the hell back home.”
I’ve lost all my enthusiasm.
The rest glare at each other for several more seconds before finally nodding. They busy themselves finishing stripping off their gear and stowing it. Ash and I leave our wetsuits on, keeping them unzipped to the waist.
While they’re distracted, I pull my inhaler out of my pack. I take a long, deep hit. Then a second.
Just to be sure.
And I pray to God that G-ma Junie was right about the disease not being spread by water.
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Chapter 16
Reggie decides that we should all stash our diving equipment inside the trunk of the abandoned car Kelly had climbed on earlier.
“But keep your knives with you,” he recommends. So we strip away the rest of the gear from the bandoliers and rebuckle them on our waists.
He opens the front door and reaches in and pops the latch. We all lean away, as if expecting something to come crawling out at us. But the trunk is empty, save for a spare tire, a single men’s shoe—size nine and a half—and an umbrella. He tosses in his pack, mask and goggles. We each follow suit.
Micah’s off to one side, messing with his Link and mumbling to himself. Reggie goes over to get his gear, but Micah waves him off. “Give me a sec.”
“Ooh,” Ashley says. She reaches into the trunk and pulls out the umbrella. She has to struggle a bit to open it up, and when she does, the fabric is so dry and flimsy that it immediately begins to disintegrate. Black flakes rain down on her head. What’s left of it looks like a month-old sun-baked carcass: just the ribs and a few flaps of skin-like fabric barely hanging on.
Her silliness makes me laugh, and my laughter signals to everyone that it’s okay to relax. I lean over and whisper in her ear that I’m glad she came.
“What should we do first?” Reggie asks, pouncing on the uptick in our moods.
Kelly glances over at me. His face is still filled with concern.
“I’m fine,” I say. “Really. I’m actually up for a little distraction.” I pause and add, “Just, a little, though. And promise me no more zombies. If I never see another one as long as I live, I think I’ll die a happy woman.”
“But then you�
��ll have to be one,” Jake says with all seriousness.
Everyone gives him a dirty look and his face flushes deep red.
“Are you always this clueless?” Kelly asks.
“Uh, guys?”
We all look up. Micah’s off about fifty feet away, standing and staring off into the distance. He slowly turns to us, then raises his hand and points.
We all get up and walk over.
About a quarter of a mile away is a solitary figure. It doesn’t move.
“Is that what I think it is?”
We strain our eyes, but it’s too far away to tell. “Looks like a tree,” Reggie says. “Or a statue.”
“Or maybe it’s a homeless guy,” I say.
Jake reaches into his pack and withdraws a pair of binoculars. He trains it on the figure and adjusts it.
“Sorry, Jess. It’s a zom. Naked. It’s skin…” He shivers. “Now I know what standing outside in the sun every day for thirteen years will do to you.”
“Is it…dead?” Ashley asks.
“It’s not moving.”
He scans with the binoculars all around us before announcing there aren’t any more.
“We’ll just keep an eye on it, then,” Micah decides. He comes over to me and asks if I’m okay. I nod.
“I don’t know about the rest of you,” Ashley says, “but I’m starving. I think we should eat.”
“Beef jerky?” Reggie jokes. Everyone groans. But then he pulls a Slim Jim from his pack and laughs. “I was sort of hoping we’d see one just so I could do this.”
“You really are a disgusting pig.”
I grimace and clutch my stomach. It’s still a bit touchy. “Not for me.”
Kelly pulls out a Red Bull and opens it for me. “At least drink something then.”
“It’s warm.”
“Drink.”
Nobody teases him for mothering me.
When we’re done eating and resting and Jake has confirmed that the zombie hasn’t moved in the last twenty minutes, Ashley jumps up and exclaims, “Pictures! We need pictures.”
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