by Lex Thomas
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Thomas, Lex.
The Burnouts / Lex Thomas.
1 online resource. — (Quarantine; book three)
Summary: In this final installment of the Quarantine trilogy, David and Will are alive, but on the outside of McKinley High, while Lucy is the last of the trinity left inside to deal with Hilary, who will exact revenge before taking over McKinley High.
ISBN 978-1-60684-339-0 (eBook) — ISBN 978-1-60684-338-3 (hardcover)
[1. Quarantine — Fiction. 2. Survival — Fiction. 3. High schools—Fiction.
4. Schools — Fiction. 5. Science fiction.] I. Title.
PZ7.T366998
[Fic] — dc23
2014008769
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v3.1
To Robocop.
Thanks for keeping the city safe.
Contents
Cover
Title Page
Copyright
Dedication
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Acknowledgments
1
“I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD,” WILL SAID.
“I’m sorry,” David said. “I can’t imagine what that was like for you.”
David wore a gas mask. His breath was loud through its filters. He breathed slow and steady, like an iron lung. The mask wasn’t like the ones that Will had seen the military wear. Twin black cylindrical air filters hung off the chin, and a clear plastic face shield allowed Will to see all of David’s face from his lower lip up. His eye was smiling. There had been so many things Will had regretted not saying to David when he’d found out he was dead, and now he was at a loss for words.
Will looked around the overdecorated Airstream trailer. It hadn’t been the worst place to count down the hours until he was virus-free. The place had a bed, a kitchenette, an eating nook with seating for two, and a couch. Orange light from amber bulbs in thrift-store lamps warmed the room. Floral design contact paper covered the countertop. Plaid curtains over tiny windows looked out to black night. The trailer had definitely been decorated by one of the mothers, by a chorus of mothers, maybe. There were comforting touches everywhere. Ruffles hanging off things, embroidered pillows, fanciful books aimed at middle schoolers. Newsprint hangman and Mad Libs activity booklets like you see in truck stops. There were teddy bears. Four bears to be exact—a black one, a polar bear, a koala, and a hot-pink one that was half the size of the others. He’d found them arranged in a line at the head of the bed. The fridge was plastered with Disney cartoon refrigerator magnets. There were decorative wooden signs hanging, with words like Love and cheerful phrases like Tomorrow is a new day.
“Who told you I was dead?” David said.
“One of the kids from the outside, the Saints, he said he saw a body with a white eye patch in a house that sounded like ours. I didn’t know what else to think.”
David sagged and shook his head. “I never imagined that you’d hear about that.”
“Hear about what?” Will said. “I don’t understand.”
David started to say something and then stopped. His good eye wandered toward the kitchenette window. Will’s stomach started to knot.
“Ugh, so dramatic.” Will said. “You’re killing me over here.”
David laughed. Will had forgotten what that sounded like. It was a good sound.
“When I got out, it wasn’t what I’d expected. There was no one in town. Not even the military. I limped through downtown, and every store was empty, every house deserted. I felt like I’d never see another human being, but then I did.”
David swatted away a fly that had landed on his face shield.
“Two guys in haz-mat suits in a red pickup truck. They saw my white hair and must have assumed I was still infected, ’cause they fired on me. I ran, but they started hunting me through town. I barely got away from them, and when I did, I headed straight home.”
“To our house?” Will said with wonder. He’d spent countless nights in McKinley thinking of their family home. Sometimes, imagining he was there, in his room, had been the only way he could get to sleep. “Is it the same?”
David winced. “Dad was out of town when the infection hit, so our house didn’t get boarded up like the others. The windows were all shattered. The front door was hanging off its hinges. I went in and the living room looked like a drained pond. Junk on the floor, black mold all over the carpet. Animals had shit on the coffee table. The old couch was torn to pieces.”
Each detail stung Will anew. He and David and their parents had played Pictionary and eaten pizza on that couch more times than he could remember.
“I found that old family photo on the mantel. Remember the one that Mom made us all wear Charlie Brown sweaters in?”
Will had always hated that photo. He looked like an idiot in it, but it had always made his mother laugh. Hearing about it now, he longed to see it again. He was starting to forget what her face looked like.
“Do you still have it?” Will asked.
“I wish. I was sitting in the easy chair by the big bay window—”
“The comfy chair?”
David smiled. “Yeah, the comfy chair. I was sitting there, staring at the picture, when this kid comes stomping down the stairs. White hair—infected.”
“He was living in our house?!” Will said, outraged.
“Oh, yeah, he’d set up shop, all right. He was wearing four sets of my clothes and waving around Mom’s butcher knife.”
“And you didn’t have a mask or anything?”
David shook his head, dead serious. “I held my breath.”
“Jesus.”
“He started shouting, ‘Yo, this is MY spot! Who the hell are you?’ Then he stopped right in front of the bay window. He looks at me sideways, lowers the knife to his side, and goes, ‘I know you.… You’re in all the pictures.’ Then the window exploded. Out of nowhere. Machine guns blasting, and the kid got drilled with bullets. Dropped dead.”
“Holy shit.”
“I peeked out the window, fucking terrified, and I see the red pickup truck and those two hunters again, heading for the front door. My lungs were burning, I thought for sure I was going to die if didn’t run for it, but I also knew that they’d tracked me to our house. If they saw that they’d killed someone else, they’d keep on hunting me. That’s when I got the idea. The dead kid was about my size … so I grabbed a shard of glass and shoved it in his eye, then slipped my eye patch over it. I felt
like my lungs were gonna pop. I jumped out the window and booked it out of there.”
David sat back as the story settled over Will.
“Whoa.” It was all Will could manage to say.
“I was just trying to throw the hunters off my trail. I never wanted you to hear about it. I had no idea.”
“It’s okay,” Will said. “I think I’ll get over it.”
He was downplaying it for a laugh, but the truth was, having his brother back felt like a miracle.
“I missed you,” Will blurted out, and then felt awkward.
“Missed you too, shithead.”
Will laughed. But then there was that uncomfortable silence again. The walkie-talkie on David’s hip squelched and he turned it down.
“How long have you been working with the parents?” Will said.
“A while.”
Will almost didn’t ask, but he needed to know. “Were you with them when they trapped us back inside?”
David shook his head. “But … I can understand why they did it.”
Will couldn’t hide his shock. “Really? How can you possibly say that?”
“Nothing’s like it used to be, Will,” David said. “The whole country’s … sick. They’re not afraid to murder infected teens—laws or no laws. These parents here, all they want to do is protect their sons and daughters from the maniacs out there.”
“What about the maniacs inside school?”
“Like the ones that pull kids’ heads off in front of their dads?”
Will sank in his seat. He felt his cheeks warm.
“I told you it was an accident,” Will said. “I never would have done that on purpose, believe me. But the guy gave me no other choice! He said I couldn’t leave without Sam. Sam was already dead, so I did what I had to do.”
David’s face didn’t offer the forgiveness he’d hoped for. “I’m not gonna lie … it’s a problem. Sam’s dad pretty much runs the farm. And he doesn’t like you, to say the least.”
“Do they make ‘sorry I pulled off your son’s head’ greeting cards?”
David stared at Will blankly. Will felt a pinch of dread. Maybe the joke was in bad taste, but come on, this was Sam they were talking about. David burst out laughing. It made Will trust him again, really for the first time since he’d discovered he was alive. Will smiled. If David was still the guy who hated Sam, then he was still his brother.
“Don’t worry,” David said. “Whatever happens, we’ll figure it out.”
That warmed Will. David would always have his back.
“Well, I guess we should get to it,” David said.
“Get to what?”
David picked a toolbox off the floor. He put it on the table. He opened it and pulled out a small plastic box full of needles, alcohol towelette packets, and thin strips of red paper.
“Lemme see your hand,” David said.
Will produced it. David took hold of his index finger and stabbed it with a lancet.
“Ow! What the fuck?” Will said, and yanked his hand back. A bead of blood swelled on his fingertip.
“Quit being a baby,” David said with a little smile. He took Will’s hand again, picked up one of the red strips of paper from his toolbox, and touched it to the blood bead. The blood spread eagerly through the pores of the paper. David held the strip up to the thrift-store lamp behind him. Will waited for a reaction.
“Is it supposed to do something?”
“If you were still infected, the blood would dissolve the paper. And … that’s not happening,” David said. “Congratulations, you’re officially virus-free.”
He pulled off his mask. The sight of David’s whole face, unobscured by a breathing device, made Will tear up. For the first time since Will and the Loners had lugged David to the ruins, bruised as an old pear, there were no barriers between them. No fence. No mask. No virus. David breathed the same air as Will. Somehow, David’s new black eye patch and dark hair made him look more intimidating than the white one ever did. He looked more grown up. He was six inches taller than Will, with broader shoulders. David would always be bigger than him, because graduating early meant Will had finished puberty early. He’d be this size forever.
Will gave his eyes a quick rub so David wouldn’t see they were wet.
“You’re just as ugly as I remember,” Will said.
“Did you get shorter?” David volleyed back.
“Good to know you’re still not funny.”
“Rather be unfunny than have breath like yours. Do you eat diapers?” David said, waving his hand in front of his nose.
Will chuckled, and felt better, but his smile soon faded. There was something else he wanted to ask.
“Is Dad out there?”
David blinked a lot but his mouth remained still.
“I never got out of the infected zone. Once I got word the parents were here, I made my way back. I figured maybe Dad would be here.”
“Was he?” Will said. He felt a rush of hope.
“No. But I’m sure he’s alive. Somewhere. We’ll find him eventually.”
“Sure,” Will said, already reburying that hope, deep, back where it belonged.
Will searched for another joke to fill the silence but came up empty.
“Everything’s going to be okay now, Will. We’re together. I think the bad part is over.”
It had been longer than he could remember since anyone had told him that things would be okay, and he hadn’t known how much he needed to hear it. Will lost his battle to keep from crying. Tears blurred the world, and spilled from his eyes, but David didn’t notice. He walked over to the window in the door of the trailer and he peered through the glass, because people had started screaming outside.
David threw open the door to the night outside. A strange orange light flooded in and made David into a silhouette.
“Come on! We have to help,” David said as he bounded out the door.
The farm was ablaze.
2
THERE WERE CHICKENS ON FIRE. LITTLE TUFTS of flame screaming and squawking for mercy. They raced around on the dark lawn, weaving between each other, until they flopped over and died. Beyond the smoldering chickens was a blazing structure. Flames licked the night from its roof, and a crowd of parents was gathered around it, trying to put out the fire. They hucked buckets of water at it. Shoveled dirt. The fire only grew.
It was hot. The air stuck to Will. It made his clothes heavy.
“Distraction …,” David muttered from beside Will. Then he yelled at the crowd, “It’s a distraction! We’re under attack!”
No one by the fire turned. They didn’t hear. Will looked where David was looking, easily three hundred yards from the fire, to a section of the two-story wall of stacked tractor trailers that surrounded the farm. There were people there, dropping down from a ladder leaned against the wall. Will could see maybe three or four of them in the full moonlight, but his eyes were still adjusting.
“Come on,” David said, and tugged Will away from the fence that encircled the Airstream.
Will followed David’s lead as they sprinted in a zigzag through a waist-high crop of tomatoes. David’s agility surprised Will, considering his brother was blind in one eye. The last time he’d seen David run, the guy had been as steady as an unmanned bicycle. David leapt over a row of plants and kept running.
They were getting closer to the people who had dropped down from the wall. There were five of them now, running across a lumpy, tilled lawn toward the school. Bearded men with beer bellies that shook when they ran. One, with a dark mesh baseball cap, pointed in Will’s direction and threw something at the brothers.
Will heard a plunk in the dirt nearby.
“Move!” David yelled. David bounded away, yanking Will by the shirt. A cracking boom blasted them off their feet. He landed facedown in a pile of cold earth. Dirt and stems and burned leaves rained down on him. David pulled him up.
“You okay?”
“Yeah,” Will said, even tho
ugh he wasn’t.
David swallowed. “They’ve got grenades.”
Will thought, He must be joking.
The bearded men pulled grenades out of the hefty duffel bags they carried and hurled them at the school. The parents handling the fire heard the blasts that followed, and they went into a panic, grabbing weapons and scurrying around. The night lit up with explosions. Dirt sprayed into the air. Cows burst into pieces.
“This way!” David shouted.
Will ran after David to the ladder against the farm wall. His brother was already halfway up it. It jolted and clanged with every rung David climbed. Will followed. The thunderclap of an explosion behind Will made him jerk and freeze up.
“Don’t stop,” David said from above. “You’re okay.”
Will looked up to see his brother standing on the ledge of the wall, reaching down for him. The moon encircled David’s head like it was an emblem. Will continued up. At the top David grabbed him by the arm and helped him the rest of the way. As Will rose up, his view expanded past the wall.
Will stopped breathing. Pale Ridge spread out in front of him. The world he remembered, the town where he’d lived for his entire life, was right there beneath the shimmering white-caps of the Rockies. Home. He’d been born in Sisters of Mercy Hospital right in the middle of town and had lived his whole life at 335 Butterfield Lane, playing in Mint Creek, walking to Frontier Elementary. His whole life whooshed through his brain, and it felt real, instead of a pale, distant memory.
David grabbed his arm. “Will, what are you doing?”
“Sorry.” Will shook it off and faced his brother.
David stood next to a folding lawn chair with a pickax leaning against it. He snatched up the pickax and handed it to Will. Grenades blasted behind them.
“There’s more people coming. I need you to keep them off the wall. Can you do that?”
“I … guess.”
“Not ‘you guess.’ Yes.”
“Yes. I got it. But who are these guys?”
“Hunters,” David said. “Watch the wall.” He turned away but stopped. “And, Will—” He locked onto Will with his one serious eye. “Don’t die, okay? I just got you back.”
Never in his life had David spoken to him with this much trust. The David he remembered never would have let him from his sight. He would have told him to run and hide while he took care of things. Not now.