“Could you two keep your voices down?” the other one said. He stood away from the vehicle, gun in hand. He looked nervous. “I don’t want to attract attention.”
The other two looked at him, but otherwise ignored his request.
“Usually they are serviced before a long trip like this,” the driver said. “I couldn’t have anticipated the truck overheating.”
The other guard shook his head. “I’m just glad we released the greyskins before we had engine trouble. Can you imagine having a load of those things and being stuck out here?”
“Well, you heard me call the blood truck,” the driver said. “They’re finished and on their way to pick us up.”
Blood truck?
“Salem doesn’t know what’s coming to them,” the guard next to the driver said. “Jeremiah is ruthless.”
Evelyn turned her head to look at Jeffrey. The look on his face matched what she felt inside. Horror. Salem was in trouble, and these guards were somehow responsible.
“Will you two please shut up?” the guard away from the vehicle said. “I think I heard something in the tall grass over there.” He pointed to an area far to Evelyn and Jeffrey’s left, so he couldn’t have been talking about them.
“The only greyskins we have to worry about are already on their way to Salem,” the man next to the driver said.
“You don’t know what could be out there,” the guard came back.
In almost an answer to his warning, a greyskin stumbled onto the road from out of the brush. All three of the Screven soldiers pulled up their guns and shot the creature in the head. But then there was a second one. They shot it down too.
Evelyn couldn’t help but look back and forth from the guards to the field beyond. There was no telling if a greyskin had caught their scent. They had probably been attracted to the lights and sounds coming from the guards at the truck, but it wouldn’t take much for the greyskins to catch wind of the two standing far away in the shadows.
Where there were two greyskins, there were usually more to follow, but a couple of minutes of dead silence passed and nothing came by.
Finally, the guard closest to the driver whispered harshly. “If we don’t get this truck running soon, we’re dead!”
Evelyn leaned in to whisper to Jeffrey. “I’ll take out the one standing away from the truck. You take the driver.”
“What about the other one?” Jeffrey whispered back.
“I’ll aim for his hand or leg or something. I want information.”
Jeffrey nodded at her and the two brought their guns up, aiming at their selected targets.
“Got it?” Evelyn asked.
“Yeah,” Jeffrey said.
“On three,” she said. “One…two…three.”
The shots boomed out simultaneously and two of the bodies fell to the ground, lifeless. The last remaining guard ducked to the ground, screaming out in terror at the sight of his bleeding comrades. He had dropped his flashlight, but held up his gun in front of him. Evelyn looked down the barrel until she felt like she had the perfect shot. When she pulled the trigger, another loud bang exploded into the air and the guard dropped his gun and grabbed for his head. Evelyn had been aiming for his arm, but had apparently shot too high.
Jeffrey and Evelyn ran to the truck. The man frantically tried to grab his gun, but Evelyn kicked it away from him. Jeffrey bent down and picked up a flashlight and shined it on the man’s face so he couldn’t see anything but the bright light. He couldn’t help but squint and whimper as the blood drooled from the side of his head. The top of his right ear had been sheered off by the bullet. He had been lucky. A couple of centimeters more and he wouldn’t be moving.
Evelyn made sure the barrel of the gun was visible in the light so the man wouldn’t dare to move. “You’re going to answer my questions,” Evelyn said. “If you don’t, I won’t hesitate to blow your brains out. Look at your friends.”
The man stared up at her with hatred in his eyes. She looked down to the front pocket of his uniform, then at his face. “What were you ordered to do with this truck, Private Green?”
“Pick up and carry greyskins,” he answered flatly.
“Pick them up from where? Specifics. I want specifics.”
He glared at her, clutching the side of his head. Blood dripped out between his fingers. “We learned about your little relief team from Salem going to help Springhill. Well, we’re the ones that set the greyskins on them before they could get there. Then we were ordered to gather them all up. Wait a few days. Set them loose on their own village.”
“Why?”
“To send a message,” Green said. “Jeremiah has a goal and he can’t afford to have villages helping each other out.”>
Evelyn wanted to pull the trigger then and there, but she didn’t. She felt nauseated that Jeremiah would stoop so low as to set greyskins on innocent villages.
“Were there any survivors?” Evelyn asked.
Green shook his head.
“What’s a blood truck?”
“Leaves trails for the greyskins to follow.”
“Trails of blood?” Jeffrey asked.
“Yeah,” Green said. “That’s why they call them blood trucks.”
“It’s on its way here,” Evelyn said to Jeffrey. “We’ve got to get to Salem.”
They turned away from Green and started picking up the other guns from the ground.
“You’re not going to leave me here with a weapon?” Green asked.
Evelyn wanted to laugh in his face, but she knew it wouldn’t be genuine. She couldn’t muster a laugh if her life depended on it.
“There are greyskins creeping around here,” he said.
“Then you better hope you can find another way to defend yourself,” Evelyn said as they started walking away from Green. “If you follow us, we will shoot you. This time I won’t miss.”
Evelyn looked back and kept walking away from the truck. Where there were one or two greyskins, there were usually more. She hoped there were more so Green could see what it was like to be defenseless against those monsters.
They walked for a few more minutes before Evelyn stopped Jeffrey. “We’re not too far from Salem,” she said. “It’s just north of here. Do you think you can get us closer?”
He sighed and nodded. “I just hope I don’t take us farther.”
“I believe in you,” she said.
He reached out and held onto her. “It’s not going to be pretty,” he said.
“Just take us.”
Jeffrey closed his eyes and in a whirlwind, they were standing only a few feet from the outskirts of Salem.
The two of them looked at each other when they heard the screams from inside the village. It only took them a few seconds to sprint inside. Gun blasts and greyskin grunts were everywhere. Neither of them knew where to go or what to do. So many people were bitten or scratched.
They ran through Salem firing at anything that resembled a greyskin. Evelyn had thought about seeking refuge in her house, but there was no hiding from this. Jeremiah was going to get his way because of this attack. Assuming Heinrich survived, this would be the last straw. There would be no convincing him that Jeremiah had organized this. She doubted she could prove any of this to Heinrich - the Screven blood truck would likely remove any evidence of their work around Salem. Unfortunately, after tonight’s attack, she knew that it would take a long time to persuade Heinrich to forget about Jeremiah’s help. Salem would become a colony before she could convince him otherwise.
It was good that her hopes didn’t rely on Heinrich, however.
As Evelyn ran, someone ran into the side of her, knocking her to the ground. It was a teenage boy. As Jeffrey helped her to her feet, she couldn’t help but let her face drop when she noticed who the boy was. It was one of Robert and Isabelle’s sons. Connor.
“I’m sorry,” the boy said. “I’ve got to get to my house, I can’t find my brother!” He sprinted away toward the back house in the village. Eve
lyn watched the boy run toward it. The front door was wide open and she couldn’t help but have a terrible feeling about what Connor might find inside. eking re
But before Connor reached the door, several bright flashes of blue light coursed through the house. It was so bright for a moment that Evelyn had to look away. She looked at Jeffrey, but his eyes were elsewhere.
Evelyn knew that if they survived the night, she would have to look in on Robert and Isabelle’s boys. They had been orphaned because of Jeremiah and his cruelty. Much like the girl Evelyn had met earlier in the night.
She shook her head. Jeremiah was an evil mastermind. Evelyn had spent most of her life trying to figure out how to stop him. It was a slow process, but the opportunity would come. It might take years, but she would not give up.
Eventually, the villagers of Salem had been able to fight off the greyskins and begin the process of burning the dead and purging the infected. Evelyn sat on the ground as the sunrise was beginning to creep up. Her hands ached from the countless hours of firing guns at greyskins. But her thoughts were only of the young girl she had met at Springhill only hours ago. She reflected on each precious moment as if staring at a picture.
Guards outside the broken walls of Springhill pointed their guns at Evelyn and Jeffrey when they approached, but Evelyn and Jeffrey were quick to explain themselves. They told the guards about how they had lost communication with the people who were supposed to be helping Springhill. One of them finally agreed to take them to one of the village elders named Austin.
Evelyn, however, didn’t want to go into the meeting. Looking around, she felt heartbroken by what she saw. Springhill’s wall was broken into pieces. She could still smell the ash of the burned corpses just outside the village. There were still bloodstains on trees and buildings. These people hadn’t even found the will to try and build themselves back up. Jeffrey agreed to meet with Austin alone while Evelyn walked around the front of the village by herself.
There were more people out than she would have thought. She imagined most were still having trouble sleeping. She wished that she could help these people. They needed someone to help them. They needed a real place to hide and protect themselves.
As she walked along what use to be the wall, she could faintly see a black painted line. She had heard of this before. When villages were attacked they would often draw lines to separate the infected from the non-infected. Once a person crossed the line, there would be no going back. These were the brave ones who knew what had happened to them and knew what needed to be done.
As she kept walking, she noticed a young girl, maybe a teenager, sitting in the dirt next to the black line. Evelyn stood back a few paces and watched as she traced the dirt in front of her with her fingers. The girl was crying, muttering something to herself. Evelyn could almost feel the pain radiating from the girl. She must have lost someone close to her.
Evelyn slowly walked up next to the girl and sat down beside her. She didn’t look up or give Evelyn any attention at all. She just continued to rub her fingers in the dirt. Evelyn leaned in to whisper to her.
“What’s wrong, dear?” Evelyn asked, trying to sound soft and warm.
The girl looked up, but not at Evelyn. She stared off into the distance as if she were looking for someone to come back. “I killed my parents,” she finally said. More tears streaked down her face as she said the words. “It’s all my fault. I killed them. I killed them.” She buried her face in her hands.
Evelyn felt tears starting to form in her own eyes at seeing the pain from the girl. She scooted closer to her and placed an arm around her. The girl rested her head against Evelyn’s chesg to fot, sobbing softly. It wasn’t Evelyn’s intent to see into the child’s mind, but such a gesture of comfort made the use of her gift inevitable.
Like a flash, Evelyn could see the entire girl’s life from beginning to end. She had been happy once. Sure there had been greyskin attacks here and there, but she always had comfort in knowing that her family would always be around.
Evelyn saw a memory of the girl meeting her baby brother for the first time. It had been love from the beginning.
“Jake’s just a baby,” her father had told her. “He will need our protection more than anyone.”
“I won’t let anything happen to him,” the girl said through a toothless smile.
Her father tugged on her braid affectionately. “I know you won’t.”
Hundreds, maybe thousands of memories passed by. Another one showed the girl and her family in the tree houses. Her mother held her close and the girl held her baby brother in her arms. The girl’s father sat on the edge of the tree house, watching for any kind of threat.
“You’re staying with us, aren’t you Dad?” the girl asked in a whisper.
“There aren’t too many,” he whispered back. “We’re hoping they will just pass by.”
The girl was happy to know that her family was all staying together. She knew that if they stayed together, they would be safe no matter what.
Another memory passed of the girl and her father. It was daylight and the two of them were walking in the woods within the confines of the village. He had wanted to show her a special tree that he had discovered long ago. The two of them climbed to the top of the tree and found a spot that was perfect for sitting. But the best part wasn’t the sitting. It was the view. The two of them could see past the trees into open terrain for miles and miles. When the breathtaking red and orange hues of fading sunlight had nearly overwhelmed her, her father placed a hand on her shoulders. She sat back in his warm embrace and they watched the sunset. When the sunlight was gone, they stared out into the stars for hours, counting the constellations.
“Do you think there are people like us out there?” the girl asked.
The father nodded. “I think so. Too big of a universe for there not to be, I think."
The girl was pleased with the answer. She caught herself wondering if other worlds were as scary as this one, but she quickly shoved the thought from her head. Other worlds didn’t have her family.
More thoughts and memories rushed by. It finally came to the day just a week before. Evelyn witnessed the horrible attack. She saw how the father left them in the tree house to help the others. The girl wouldn’t have it. She knew she had to help her father. Evelyn then saw that her parents had been scratched. Infected by the greyskins.
The black line. The painful hug goodbye for two of the most important people in her life. The girl’s world had been shattered. She had only ever known the bond of her family. She had always known that if they stayed together, nothing could break them. But her family was broken. They had been ripped from her in a matter of seconds.
The girl just knew it was her fault.
She had climbed to that same spot that her father had shown her long ago. This time it wasn’t to witness the fading sunlight. It wasn’t to count the constellations. It was to see her parents leave. She shut her eyes before she heard the gunshots that would send them away forever.
Since that time, the girl had dreamed of that day every night. She was afraid to sleep because nshotof the images. She would wake up crying every single night and come out here to the black line to sit and think, almost as if to call her parents back to her. But the girl knew they would never be back. They would never be back and it was her fault.
Evelyn wiped her eyes with one of her hands, unable to contain the sadness and anger she felt. Jeremiah had done this to all of them. He had made the entire world a place of suffering and cruelty. How could she tell the girl this? How could she tell her that it wasn’t her fault?
The girl wept quietly with her head still resting on Evelyn’s chest.
“I feel a strength in you,” Evelyn said. “You care so much for your family. Your brother. Your grandmother. They need you to be strong. They need you now
more than ever.”
The girl didn’t move her head as Evelyn spoke, but her soft cries stopped.
“What do I do
?” she asked.
“You lead them,” Evelyn said. “But not just them. Others. Always remember what your father said: A world like ours is desperate for good leaders. A world like ours needs more people like you. You are special. You’re going to do great things.”
“How do you know that’s true?” the girl asked, not bothering to question how Evelyn knew about what her father had said.
Evelyn thought about the girl’s life. She saw her intelligence. She saw her determination to do the right thing in even the smallest situations. She saw a compassionate person with a love for human life. Evelyn knew that this was the kind of person to take into battle against Jeremiah. A pure soul such as this was what would save the world and end Jeremiah’s reign of terror.
“I know what kind of person you are,” Evelyn answered. “I know that you have a drive to do what’s right. Your father saw that too.”
The girl sat up and placed her forehead in her palms. Telling her that she needed to be strong didn’t bring her family back. Neither did it ensure that she would be a force for good in the future. Evelyn just hoped that she would remain safe and not buy into the lies of Jeremiah. This village still had hope. They hadn’t yet placed their faith in the man that promised a paradise if they joined their village with him.
Evelyn rubbed the girl’s back between the shoulder blades. “Just do what is right and take care of your little brother and grandma. You’ll be fine.”
The girl was silent, still refusing to look at anything but the dirt in front of her. Evelyn hoped the words had sunk in. When she looked to her left, she saw Jeffrey walking toward her. She got up from the ground and walked over to him.
“The village elder, Austin, told me they haven’t heard from anyone,” he said. “Our people never got here.”
Evelyn nodded thoughtfully. “Then we should get back and report them missing. Something must have gone wrong.”
“I agree,” Jeffrey said. He looked past Evelyn and saw the girl sitting in the dirt. “Is she okay?”
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