Gone Series Complete Collection

by Grant, Michael

  “Caine has promised that if I stay here he won’t interfere. But I don’t trust Caine.”

  “No, he doesn’t,” Toto agreed.

  “I do trust Sam. But . . .”

  And now you could hear a pin drop.

  “But . . . Sam is a weak leader.” He kept his eyes down. “Sam is the best fighter ever. He’s defended us many times. And he’s the best at figuring out how to survive. But Sam”—Albert now turned to him—“You are too humble. Too willing to step aside. When Astrid and the council sidelined you, you put up with it. I was part of that myself. But you let us push you aside and the council turned out to be useless.”

  Sam stood stock-still, stone-faced.

  “Let’s face it, you’re not really the reason things are better here, I am,” Albert said. “You’re way, way braver than me, Sam. And if it’s a battle, you rule. But you can’t organize or plan ahead and you won’t just put your foot down and make things happen.”

  Sam nodded slightly. It was hard to hear. But far harder was seeing the way the crowd was nodding, agreeing. It was the truth. The fact was he’d let the council run things, stepped aside, and then sat around feeling sorry for himself. He’d jumped at the chance to go off on an adventure and he hadn’t been here to save the town when they needed it.

  “So,” Albert concluded, “I’m keeping my things here, in Perdido Beach. But there will be free trading of stuff between Perdido Beach and the lake. And Lana has to be allowed to move freely.”

  Caine bristled at that. He didn’t like Albert laying down conditions.

  Albert wasn’t intimidated. “I feed these kids,” he said to Caine. “I do it my way.”

  Caine hesitated, then made a tight little bow of the head.

  “I want you to say it,” Albert said with a nod toward Toto.

  Sam saw panic in Caine’s eyes. If he lied now the jig would be up for him. Toto would call him out, Albert would support Sam, and the kids would follow Albert’s lead.

  Sam wondered if Caine was just starting to realize what Sam had known for some time: if anyone was king, it was neither Sam nor Caine, it was Albert.

  It took Caine a long time to answer. His smile faded as understanding dawned on him. He could only tell the truth. Which meant believing it.

  Accepting it.

  In a deflated voice very unlike his lordly swagger earlier, Caine said, “Yeah. Albert decides anything about money or work or trade back and forth between Perdido Beach and the lake. And the Healer goes wherever the Healer wants to go.”

  Sam had to resist an urge to laugh out loud. After all that had happened between him and Caine, after all Caine’s posturing today, it wasn’t big, charming, handsome, and very powerful Caine, or Sam either, who ran the FAYZ. It was a reserved, skinny black kid whose only power was the ability to work hard and stay focused.

  Caine’s big moment, his great triumphant return, had been tarnished.

  “Okay,” Sam said. “I’m going to Ralph’s. Anyone coming with me, head over there. I’ll wait two hours. Bring bottled water and whatever food you have. It’s a long walk to the lake.”

  He walked down the steps, turned away without looking back, and walked toward the highway. He had the strangest feeling that he was walking alone.

  At the highway he paused. Brianna was there, of course. Dekka, too, and Jack. Jack carried Edilio like a baby—a very large baby.

  In addition there were forty or fifty others who had picked up and left their homes to follow him.

  Quinn came forward and Sam pulled him aside. His old friend looked tortured and sad.

  “What’s up, brah?” Sam asked.

  Quinn couldn’t speak. He was choked with emotion. “Dude . . .”

  “You want to stay in town.”

  “My crews . . . my boats and all . . .”

  Sam put a hand on his shoulder. “Quinn, I’m glad you found something so important to do. Something you really like.”

  “Yeah, but . . .”

  Sam pulled him into a brief hug. “You and me, we’re still friends, man. But you have responsibilities.”

  Quinn nodded miserably.

  Sam scanned the crowd again, searching for Astrid. She was not there.

  It wasn’t far to Ralph’s parking lot. Sam sagged against a parked car. Some of the kids came up to offer statements of support or encouragement. But most came up to say things like, “You really have Nutella?” Or “Can I live on a boat? That would be so cool.”

  They were coming for Nutella and noodles, not for him.

  He felt numb. Like everything that was happening was happening to someone else. He pictured himself at the lake, on a houseboat. Dekka would be there, and Brianna and Jack. He would have friends. He wouldn’t be alone.

  But he couldn’t stop himself from looking for her.

  She no longer had Little Pete to worry about. They could be together without all of that. But of course he knew Astrid, and knew that right now, wherever she was, she was eaten up inside with guilt.

  “She’s not coming, is she?” Sam said to Dekka.

  But Dekka didn’t answer. She was somewhere else in her head. Sam saw her glance and look away as Brianna laid a light hand on Jack’s shoulder.

  Dahra was staying in the hospital, but a few more kids came. Groups of three or four at a time. The Siren and the kids she lived with came. John Terrafino came. Ellen. He waited. He would wait the full two hours. Not for her, he told himself, just to keep his word.

  Then Orc, with Howard.

  Sam groaned inwardly.

  “You gotta be kidding me,” Brianna said.

  “The deal was kids make a choice,” Sam said. “I think Howard just realized how dangerous life can be for a criminal living in a place where the ‘king’ can decide life or death.”

  To Sam’s relief, Howard did not come over to talk to him. Orc and he sat in the back of a pickup truck. Other kids gave them a wide berth.

  “It’s time,” Jack said.

  “Breeze? Count the kids,” Sam said.

  Brianna was back in twenty seconds. “Eighty-two, boss.”

  “About a third,” Jack observed. “A third of what’s left.”

  “Wait. Make that eighty-eight,” Brianna said. “And a dog.”

  Lana, looking deeply irritated—a fairly usual expression for her—and Sanjit, looking happy—a fairly usual expression for him—and Sanjit’s siblings were trotting along to catch up.

  “I don’t know if we’re staying up there or not,” Lana said without preamble. “I want to check it out. And my room smells like crap.”

  Just before the time was up, Sam heard a stir. Kids were making a lane for someone, murmuring. His heart leaped.

  “Hey, Sam.”

  He swallowed the lump in his throat. “Diana?”

  “Not expecting me, huh?” She made a wry face. “Where’s blondie? I didn’t see her at the big pep rally.”

  “Are you coming with us?” Brianna demanded, obviously not happy about it.

  “Is Caine okay with this?” Sam asked Diana. “It’s your choice, but I need to know if he’s going to come after us to take you back.”

  “Caine has what he wants,” Diana said.

  “Maybe I should call Toto over,” Sam said. The truth teller was having a conversation with Spidey. “I could ask you whether you’re coming along to spy for Caine, and see what Toto has to say.”

  Diana sighed. “Sam, I have bigger problems than Caine. And so do you, I guess. Because the FAYZ is going to do something it’s never done before: grow by one.”

  “What’s that mean?”

  “You are going to be an uncle.”

  Sam stared blankly. Brianna said a very rude word. And even Dekka looked up.

  “You’re having a baby?” Dekka asked.

  “Let’s hope so,” Diana said bleakly. “Let’s hope that’s all it is.”

  PETE

  HE WALKED ON the edge of a sheet of glass a million miles high.

  On one si
de, far, far below him, the jangly noises and eye-searing colors were dimmed. He saw his sister’s yellow hair and piercing blue eyes, but now he was too far away for them to hurt him.

  He saw the echoes of the lurid, bright-eyed monsters who had tried to eat him. They were ghosts sinking lazily down toward the greenish glow far, far below.

  They had reached for him with stinging tongues and slicing mouths. So he had made them disappear.

  The pain in his body was gone. He was cool and light and amazingly limber. He turned a cartwheel along the edge of the glass and laughed.

  His body, full of heat and aching and coughs like volcanoes, had gone away, too. Just like the bugs.

  No body, no pain.

  Little Pete smiled down at the Darkness. It did not try to touch him now. It shrank away.

  It was afraid.

  Afraid of him.

  Little Pete felt as if a giant weight had been lifted off his shoulders. All of it, the too-bright colors and the too-penetrating eyes, and the misty tendrils that reached for his mind, all of it was so very far off.

  Now Little Pete floated up and away from the sheet of glass. He no longer needed to teeter precariously there. He could go anywhere. He was free of the sister and free of the Darkness. He was free at last from the disease-wracked body. And he was free, too, from the tortured, twisted, stunted brain that had made the world so painful to him.

  For the first time Little Pete saw the world without cringing or needing to run away. It was as if he’d been watching the world through a veil, through milky glass, and now saw it all clearly for the first time in his brief existence.

  His whole life he had needed to hide. And now he gasped at the thrill of seeing and hearing and feeling.

  His sick body was gone. His distorting, terrifying brain was gone.

  But Pete Ellison had never been more alive.

  PRAISE

  FOR THE GONE SERIES

  Gone

  “This intense, marvelously plotted, paced, and characterized story will immediately garner comparisons to Lord of the Flies or even the long-playing world shifts of Stephen King, with just a dash of X-Men for good measure. A potent mix of action and thoughtfulness—centered around good and evil, courage and cowardice—renders this a tour de force that will leave readers dazed, disturbed, and utterly breathless.”

  —ALA Booklist (starred review)

  Hunger

  “Readers will be unable to avoid involuntarily gasping, shuddering, or flinching while reading this suspense-filled story. The tension starts in the first chapter and does not let up until the end. The story is progressing with smart plot twists, both in actions and emotions.”

  —VOYA (starred review)

  Plague

  “Grant’s sf-fantasy thrillers continue to be the very definition of a page-turner.”

  —ALA Booklist

  CREDITS

  Cover art and design © 2014 by M-80 Design/Wes Youssi

  Cover design by Joel Tippie

  COPYRIGHT

  Katherine Tegen Books is an imprint of HarperCollins Publishers.

  PLAGUE: A GONE NOVEL. Copyright © 2011 by Michael Grant. All rights reserved under International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. By payment of the required fees, you have been granted the nonexclusive, nontransferable right to access and read the text of this e-book on-screen. No part of this text may be reproduced, transmitted, downloaded, decompiled, reverse-engineered, or stored in or introduced into any information storage and retrieval system, in any form or by any means, whether electronic or mechanical, now known or hereinafter invented, without the express written permission of HarperCollins e-books.

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  Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

  Grant, Michael.

  Plague: a Gone novel / Michael Grant. — 1st ed.

  p. cm. — (Gone)

  Summary: A deadly, flulike epidemic and plague of flesh-eating creatured threaten the lives of the children at Perdido Beach while Sam, Astrid, Caine, and Diana each struggle with doubts and uncertainties.

  ISBN 978-0-06-144914-7

  EPub Edition February 2014 ISBN 9780062077165

  [1. Supernatural—Fiction. 2. Good and evil—Fiction. 3. Survival—Fiction. 4. Sick—Fiction. 5. Plague—Fiction.] I. Title.

  PZ7.G7671P1 2011

  [Fic]—dc22

  2010021834

  CIP

  AC

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  14 15 16 17 18 LP/RRDH 13 12 11 10 9 8 7 6

  Revised paperback edition, 2014

  MAPS

  DEDICATION

  For Katherine, Jake, and Julia

  EPIGRAPH

  O LORD, my God, I call for help by day;

  I cry out in the night before thee. . . .

  Thou hast put me in the depths of the Pit,

  in the regions dark and deep.

  Thy wrath lies heavy upon me, and thou dost overwhelm me with all thy waves.

  Thou hast caused my companions to shun me;

  thou hast made me a thing of horror to them.

  I am shut in so that I cannot escape;

  my eye grows dim through sorrow. . . .

  Afflicted and close to death from my youth up,

  I suffer thy terrors; I am helpless.

  Thy wrath has swept over me; thy dread assaults destroy me. . . .

  Thou hast caused lover and friend to shun me;

  my companions are in darkness.

  —Psalm 88: 1, 6–9, 15–16, 18 (Revised Standard Version)

  CONTENTS

  Maps

  Dedication

  Epigraph

  Outside

  One: 65 HOURS, 11 MINUTES

  Two: 64 HOURS, 57 MINUTES

  Three: 53 HOURS, 52 MINUTES

  Four: 50 HOURS

  Five: 44 HOURS, 12 MINUTES

  Six: 43 HOURS, 17 MINUTES

  Seven: 36 HOURS, 19 MINUTES

  Eight: 36 HOURS, 10 MINUTES

  Nine: 35 HOURS, 25 MINUTES

  Ten: 34 HOURS, 31 MINUTES

  Outside

  Eleven: 26 HOURS, 45 MINUTES

  Twelve: 25 HOURS, 8 MINUTES

  Thirteen: 25 HOURS

  Fourteen: 24 HOURS, 29 MINUTES

  Fifteen: 22 HOURS, 16 MINUTES

  Sixteen: 22 HOURS, 5 MINUTES

  Seventeen: 20 HOURS, 19 MINUTES

  Outside

  Eighteen: 18 HOURS, 55 MINUTES

  Nineteen: 17 HOURS, 37 MINUTES

  Twenty: 17 HOURS, 20 MINUTES

  Twenty-One: 15 HOURS, 12 MINUTES

  Twenty-Two: 14 HOURS, 44 MINUTES

  Twenty-Three: 14 HOURS, 39 MINUTES

  Outside

  Twenty-Four: 14 HOURS, 2 MINUTES

  Twenty-Five: 12 HOURS, 40 MINUTES

  Outside

  Twenty-Six: 11 HOURS, 28 MINUTES

  Twenty-Seven: 10 HOURS, 54 MINUTES

  Twenty-Eight: 10 HOURS, 35 MINUTES

  Outside

  Twenty-Nine: 10 HOURS, 27 MINUTES

  Thirty: 10 HOURS, 4 MINUTES

  Thirty-One: 8 HOURS, 58 MINUTES

  Outside

  Thirty-Two: 7 HOURS, 1 MINUTE

  Thirty-Three: 5 HOURS, 12 MINUTES

  Outside

  Thirty-Four: 4 HOURS, 21 MINUTES

  Thirty-Five: 4 HOURS, 6 MINUTES

  Thirty-Six: 18 MINUTES

  Thirty-Seven: 3 MINUTES

  Thirty-Eight: 15 SECONDS

  Later

  Praise

  Credits

  Copyright

  OUTSIDE

  ONE MINUTE NURSE Connie Temple had been updating her journal on her little laptop. And the next minute she was gone.

  There.

  Gone.

  No “poof.” No flash of light. No explosion.

  Connie Temple had found herself on the beach. On her back. In the sand. She’d been sitting when it happened and so she had sat down suddenly on the sand and had fallen
onto her back, with her knees drawn up.

  All around her lay others. People she didn’t know. Some she recognized as faces in town.

  Some were standing, some were sitting, some sat as though they were still holding on to a steering wheel. Some were in workout clothing and seemed to have arrived on the beach, on the highway, still running.

  A man Connie recognized as a teacher at Sam’s school stood blinking, hand raised, like he’d been writing something on a chalkboard.

  Connie had stood slowly, dazed, not believing any of it was real. Wondering if she’d had a stroke. Wondering if this was some hallucination. Wondering if this was the end of the world. Or the end of her life.

  And then she had seen it: a blank, gray, featureless wall. It was incredibly tall and seemed to curve away.

  It extended out into the ocean. It cut the highway. It cut Clifftop, a posh hotel, in half. It extended inland, far out of sight, cutting through everything in its way.

  Only later would they learn that it was a sphere twenty miles across. Aerial shots soon popped up all over the internet.

  Only later, after days of disbelief and denial, did the world accept that none of the children had been transported. Every single person under the age of fifteen was gone.

  Of the population of Perdido Beach, California, and some of the surrounding area, not a single adult had been killed, though some had been injured when they found themselves suddenly in the desert, suddenly in the water, suddenly tumbling down a hillside. One woman found herself suddenly in another person’s home. One man had appeared wet, wearing a bathing suit and standing in the middle of the highway with cars swerving like crazy to avoid him.

  But in the end there had been only one death: a salesman from San Luis Obispo on his way down to talk about insurance with a couple in Perdido Beach. He hadn’t seen the barrier across the road up in the Stefano Rey National Park and his Hyundai hit it going seventy miles an hour.

  Connie couldn’t remember his name now.

  A lot of names had come and gone in her life since then.

  With an effort she pulled herself out of the memory of that day. Something important was being said by Colonel Matteu.