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by Perkins, Cathy

  Kole smirked.

  “I searched every square inch of the inside of that cave, and it was solid rock, no way out.”

  Kole stopped smiling.

  “So we’re in the same boat. One of the guys decided he would make a run for it, not sure if the wolves would get him or not.”

  “The wolves are here too, aren’t they?” asked Mara.

  “They are, sweetheart, and I’m not sure why or where they’ve gone. Maybe they can smell the rotting corpses out there,” Major said with a light chuckle. “Good thing we can’t.”

  “You said you got out,” said Kole, trying to force the pace of the old man’s story.

  “Eventually. We tried a few times to get past the wolves. They never attacked, but each time we tried, they shut us down. Once we realized the cloud would get us before the wolves would let us out, things got desperate.”

  “How desperate?” asked Mara.

  “Bad enough that the two men came to fisticuffs, almost the way our two meatheads did.”

  Mara looked at Kole, and he avoided her stare.

  “The man that tried to get past the wolves had it all along; he just didn’t know how to use it.”

  “Had what?” Kole asked.

  “The talisman. It’s a physical item that somehow punches a hole in the locale and sets you up to slip and to take others with you. I can’t remember what mine were, but I must have had them to get here. It’s the only way of escaping the Reversion. The kicker is that I keep slipping into another locality that’s in the same shitty condition. The cloud keeps following me.”

  Mara paused and looked at Kole. Major remained quiet, letting them process the information.

  “You think one of us has a talisman that’ll slip us all out of here?” asked Kole.

  “Nope. He knows that neither of us has it,” said Mara.

  Kole looked at Major and then back to Mara.

  “Then that means—”

  “Yes,” interrupted Mara. “That means Samuel has it. And if he doesn’t, we’re all going down in this Reversion.”

  Major sat back and folded his hands on his lap. He smiled at Mara.

  “And you let him out there, carrying our key out of this place, to fend off the horde?” asked Kole.

  “It was a test,” said Mara, pointing at the door, “and now Major has his proof,” she finished, pointing at Major.

  “So I guess it’s time we get him back here and find out how he’s going to slip us the hell out,” replied Kole.

  Chapter 12

  The horde responded to the opening door with a consistent, sludgy movement. The creatures slithered toward the stimulus, dragging remnants of clothing and tattered flesh behind them. Samuel placed a hand over his eyes more out of reflex than necessity, as no sunlight existed here to play with his vision. He saw Major, followed by Kole and Mara, step outside the cabin and stand shoulder to shoulder.

  “What the hell are you doing?” he screamed.

  Mara stepped down and ran to the opposite side of the cabin, drawing a portion of the fluctuating mass to her. Major yelled something to Kole, who dashed in the other direction, creating a narrow gap between the undead. Major looked at Samuel and waved him down.

  Samuel noticed that there were only one or two creatures remaining at the base of the tree. They both paced tight circles, bumping into each other, mindlessly moving like forgotten leaves tossed by the winter wind.

  Major waved again, his motion more urgent this time.

  “Damn it,” Samuel said.

  He turned for one final look at the path extending out of the Barren, blinking several times in hopes that he could burn the features of the landscape into his memory.

  He tied the loose end of the rope around the trunk of the tree, threading it over the top of the branch that held him aloft. He then checked to make sure the other end held fast around his waist. Like an expert rock climber rappelling down the face of a mountain, Samuel gripped the rope in both hands. He backed off the branch, using his feet to push outward while allowing the rope to slide through his hands. Samuel cried out as the friction of the rope on his palms began to burn. He descended in a lazy arc from the last push, and the rope slackened as his feet landed on the ground. Three of the creatures shambled in his direction, angling in a way that pushed Samuel toward the cabin. He untied the rope around his waist and jogged to the steps of the cabin, where Major stood with his arms crossed on his chest. Kole came around the cabin from one side, and Mara appeared on the other. Like a drain clogged with blackened sludge, the horde oozed back out and around the cabin, encapsulating it. The creatures moved forward, tightening the noose and letting them know that it would be best if they opened the door and went back inside.

  “C’mon,” said Major while waving over his shoulder.

  He opened the door and stepped inside, followed by Mara and Kole. Samuel stopped and turned to face the rope dangling from the tree. He watched it sway back and forth, writhing like a snake. Samuel looked at the cloud above, and then to the unseen trail in the distance, before entering the cabin and pulling the door shut behind him.

  ***

  “I saw a path. East.”

  “It doesn’t matter.”

  “Sure it does,” replied Samuel. “It’s going away from the cloud.”

  “That thing will eventually swallow this entire locality. Going east on the path only buys us a little more time,” replied Major.

  Mara and Kole sat on the floor, waiting for their heartbeats to subside after the dash around the cabin.

  “Unless you have a plan for getting us out of here, I’m not sure what choice we have,” said Samuel.

  “You have something that will allow us all to slip with you. Get us out of the path of the Reversion and land you in another locality. It might be a world degenerating faster than this one, but it’d be a different locality in the existence, either way,” replied Major.

  “I don’t have much on me,” said Samuel.

  “Then it shouldn’t take long to determine which object is the talisman.”

  Major stepped forward with a smile cracking the lower half of his face. Samuel stepped back into the wall without thinking. He felt the rough planks nibbling at the fabric of his shirt.

  “What are you doing?” Samuel asked.

  Mara stood and looked at her feet. Kole jumped up and moved beside Major.

  “Just let us look at your shit. No need to get your panties in a bunch.”

  Samuel exchanged glances with Mara. He saw a flicker of fear in her eyes.

  “I don’t need help from either of you,” replied Samuel.

  He separated his feet to match the width of his shoulders. He bent at the knees and balled both hands into fists. Major stopped his approach and held both hands in the air, palms facing out.

  “Calm down. This doesn’t need to be messy. Once we determine which object is the talisman, you can try to punch a hole that slips all four of us out of here. I know how it works, and I can show you.”

  “No,” mumbled Mara. “It’s a trick. They’ll leave us. I think the talisman can only slip two.”

  The men looked at her as she trembled.

  “What?” Kole asked with a sneer.

  “Don’t give them anything, Samuel.”

  Major chuckled and shook his head, treating Mara like an insolent child. He turned and spoke to Samuel.

  “We’re going to find the talisman, I’m going to show you how to use it, and then you’ll get us all out of here just like you were doing in the tree. Except this way will work. There’s nothing on that path out there but painful emptiness. More nothing until the Reversion claims the last pathetic creatures here. It’ll churn us in the cloud along with the horde and the wolves. If you’re fine with that, then so am I. I’ve been punched through enough localities. I’m tired.”

  Kole stepped between Major and Samuel.

  “Give Major the talisman, you little bitch.”

  When Mara’s eyes met Samuel’s, she
knew what he wanted her to do.

  She lunged forward, placing her hands on Kole’s forehead and plunging her thumbs into his eye sockets. She felt his warm, moist eyeballs against the pad of her thumbs as he screamed in pain. Samuel raised a knee upward until he felt it stop against Major’s pelvis. The old man dropped to the floor and pulled his knees to his chest while writhing in the fetal position. When Samuel looked back at Kole, he was on his knees with Mara draped over his back. She removed her thumbs from his eyes while dragging her nails across his face. Samuel watched the crimson lines appear like whiskers. Before Mara could utter a sound, Samuel grabbed her by the wrist and spun for the door. He pulled it open to reveal the horde exactly where they had left them. Black orbs in gray faces lifted at the change in the environment. Samuel dashed forward, pulling Mara with him. They stepped outside the cabin, and before Samuel could slam the door shut, he heard Major.

  “They won’t let you leave,” Major said. His voice sounded shaken, defeated.

  “We can outrun them to the tree, and that’ll get us back on the path on the other side of the Barren.”

  Major’s laugh slid into a ragged, choking cough. He had barely recovered from his fight with the wolves. Kole remained on the floor with his hand over his eyes, where the blood seeped through his fingers.

  “I’m not talking about the undead.”

  Samuel looked at Mara with his head sideways and his eyebrows raised. Before they could speak, a distant, muffled howling came from the west, riding the black cloud that hovered above the Barren.

  ***

  “We’ll never catch up to them.”

  Major pulled himself upright and placed a hand on Kole’s shoulder.

  “We won’t have to. The pack will eat their flesh and leave the rest.”

  Kole rocked back and forth, his eyes running with a watery pink mixture of tears and blood. He blinked and wiped his face with the back of his hand. The lines drawn into his flesh by Mara’s nails turned black as the blood coagulated and dried on his skin.

  “She’s not like us. We knew the time would come when we’d have to force the situation. We can’t slip three,” Major said.

  Kole huffed and dabbed his face with the collar of his shirt.

  “She tried gouging my eyes out. I want to hurt her. Bad.”

  Major stood and swayed as the nausea radiated from his groin into his lower abdomen. He sat down again.

  “Samuel is like us,” Major said, ignoring Kole’s desire to inflict pain. “He slipped into this locality under the same circumstances as we did.”

  Kole shrugged, nurturing his wounds and festering revenge. “So what?” he asked.

  “Nothing. I’m not sure it means a thing,” replied Major. “But unless you or I get our hands on the talisman, well . . .” Major’s voice trailed off.

  More distant howls reverberated off the mountains, resonating back to the Barren, trying hard to puncture the oppressive silence.

  “They’re coming,” said Major.

  “Did you call them?” asked Kole.

  Major leaned his head back to rest on the wall of the cabin. He did not answer.

  “That means you did,” said Kole. “I sure hope you know what you’re doing, old man. Ain’t like these are trained canines sniffing for drugs.”

  “Well, I’ve been trying to dig my balls out of my abdomen since he kneed me. Do you have any better ideas?”

  Kole wiped another drop of blood from behind his ear and decided to shut up. Major had been beaten down by a man, but he had been bested by a woman, a flimsy girl.

  “Yeah, me neither,” said Major. “Besides, the pack don’t know the deal. They’re only working on animal instinct.”

  “You sure about that?” asked Kole.

  “What’s it matter?” asked Major.

  ***

  “Don’t stop,” Samuel yelled as they dodged the oncoming horde that tried to reconfigure itself and block the path.

  They sprinted for the tree, but several of the undead arrived first, making it impossible for them to climb the rope to temporary safety. Samuel recalled the view of the landscape from memory, adjusting the altitude to fit where he was on the ground. When the howls rolled in underneath the dark cloud, Samuel pushed his legs to pump even faster.

  “The pack. The alpha male. They’re back.”

  “What are you talking about?” asked Mara as she followed Samuel, their hands still locked together.

  “We’ve got to get back on the path, outrun the horde, and find ourselves another shelter.”

  Mara could only make out a word or two as Samuel ran, projecting his comments into the heavy, dead air. The horde started to recede as Samuel and Mara put space between them. No new creatures appeared from the west, which led Samuel to believe that they could outrun the horde created by the cloud. He pushed the image of the alpha male from his mind, as well as the inevitable Reversion that crawled ever eastward. He kept on the path, which was only visible for ten or fifteen feet into the distance. Samuel thought that if a new group of the undead stumbled upon the path he’d have no choice but to run at them.

  “Up there,” Samuel heard Mara say as he dodged right to miss a low-hanging branch that threatened to put an additional bruise on his neck.

  He could sense the outline of a structure about ten feet from the path. Samuel traced the shape with his eyes and knew it was another cabin, almost identical to the ones he had already discovered in this locality. When he took a few more strides, his hunch was confirmed. Samuel slowed and let go of Mara’s hand. She leapt to his side until they both stood in front of the door.

  Samuel turned to see the first of the horde coming into view, shuffling down the path in slow pursuit. More howls reverberated through the silent stillness until they raised the hairs on his neck. Mara looked at Samuel, and they made a decision without speaking. Samuel stepped into the inky blackness of the cabin, pulling Mara in behind him. He slammed the door shut with nothing more than her sweaty hand in his and a heart hammering in his chest.

  ***

  Major opened the door to a desolate and empty scene. He had become so accustomed to the horde occupying the space that the Barren felt like an underwater realm, filled with a formless void of darkness and silence. The locality held no trace of its occupying army of the undead—it had pulled up stakes and set off on the path, following Samuel and his talisman. He could not muster a lick of concern over the girl. She was cute, like a pixie, punk-rock chick, but Major felt like he was far beyond the ability to ever experience a crush again. While he felt no direct animosity toward Mara, he would gladly remove her if she was in his way.

  The howls grew in intensity, but Major did not need verbal confirmation to figure it out. He could feel the alpha male coming. And the wolf was angry. He had been denied the hunt and the spoils.

  “We going after them?”

  The question broke Major from his thoughts. He turned to see Kole standing several feet back. He had dirty scraps of cotton in his hands that he would use to dab the blood from his face. Kole blinked constantly, and his puffy, red eyes looked possessed.

  “Can you see?” Major asked.

  “Yeah, enough,” Kole replied.

  “The horde followed the path, which I’m sure they used. Samuel said he saw it extend to the east on the other side of the Barren. No doubt he headed that way with Mara.”

  Kole growled at the sound of her name.

  “And now the pack is coming hard out of the west. Seems like we got ourselves a party!”

  “What are we going to do with them?” asked Kole.

  “It may not be up to us,” replied Major. “If the horde or the pack get to them before we do . . .” Major let his sentence trail off with a shrug of his shoulders. “Hike up your boots, Sally.”

  Kole bristled at Major’s insult and wiped another drop of blood from his face.

  ***

  Samuel had lost the ability to register sensations. He groped like a drowning man bobbing in the
infinite ocean. He felt his eyes bulge and dry as he forced his lids open only to see nothing but blackness. He flailed his arms in hopes of striking Mara and verifying her existence, as well as his own. He opened his mouth and screamed, but the space stole the words from his ears. He sensed his body floating and stopped fighting the momentum. Samuel drifted until the images in soft focus came to life inside his head.

  “Another round?”

  The bartender looked at him with his mouth slightly agape, the beginnings of a smile that would never quite blossom.

  “I don’t think so, pal.”

  Samuel shrugged his shoulders and looked at the young woman sitting next to him. She wagged her index finger back and forth while stifling a drunken giggle.

  “C’mon, man. One more for me and the lady. We’re walking through campus after last call. Not like we’re getting behind the wheel.”

  The bartender rubbed the iron-cross tattoo on his outer bicep and snapped the dish rag down on the edge of the bar. He grabbed a clear, tall bottle covered in Cyrillic and poured two fingers of vodka into each shot glass.

  “Six bucks.”

  Samuel reached into the pocket of his jeans and pulled out a ruffled ball of paper money. He slapped a ten-dollar bill on the polished maple bar and lifted one shot glass with each hand.

  “Thanks, man. Keep the change.”

  Samuel spun to face the woman on the stool next to him. Her face glowed, a mixture of alcohol-infused color and youth.

  “Don’t know if I’m going to be able to make it back to my dorm,” she said, accepting the shot glass from Samuel.

  He felt a bolt of electricity as her hand touched his. The charge traveled through his torso like a whiskey burn and settled in his groin with a slow smoldering. She moved her leg inside of his and ran her toes up his calf. Samuel looked down at her bare foot, untethered from her sandal, and fantasized about seeing her perfectly painted toenails next to his ears.