Reborn (The Born Trilogy Book 3)

by Tara Brown

  Her eyes harden. "You should have killed him, Em."

  I nod. "I know."

  The hard look becomes a sparkle. "Maybe we'll get the chance again."

  I laugh. "Maybe. We're gonna head out tomorrow."

  She nods. "Okay."

  I smirk. "Andy is gonna stay."

  She shakes her head. "Screw that."

  I nod towards a lady with dark-blonde hair. She's standing in the middle of the yard, holding his little hand and brushing his hair from his eyes.

  Star sees it and nods. "I think her baby was one of the ones Marshall took."

  I shudder. "He was a sick bastard."

  She nods. "Maybe we'll get a chance to kill them too."

  I'm sure we look the same as we watch the lady and dream about murdering the baby killers. I still owe that to Meg. I know I abandoned it, but I still remember owing her.

  We leave the next day at sunrise. We don’t have much with us; we look like we're going hiking. Star agreed to keep the whole thing quiet for us. Anna had been in the breeder farms and people have strange notions about the breeder babies still. Some of them still believe the propaganda Marshall fed them. Others have seen the ones from the city, the ones our father was experimenting on. The ones he let do whatever they wanted to. I still don’t understand that, letting the city people live in fear of them. Nothing makes sense about my father and the UN story. I wish sometimes I'd tortured answers from him, instead of walking away, but I think maybe he might have felt like I cared about him if I'd wondered. I don’t care about him. I hate that Lenny believed my mother had cheated on him and gotten pregnant, but I loved that Lenny never let me know I wasn’t his. He kept me alive, the daughter of the enemy, the man who killed the world.

  I refuse to be anything but Lenny's daughter. Sarah looks back as we leave the driveway. "We shoulda brought Andy."

  I shake my head. "That lady needs him more than we do. We'll be busy enough with the new baby."

  "I guess. I just hope he doesn’t forget me." She looks at Leo and walks ahead with him.

  Anna nudges me. "She'll be okay."

  Jake shakes his head. "She's right. We shot his mom right in front of him; now we're leaving him with some random lady? That's cold. We owe that kid at least our protection."

  I don’t look at him. I can't. I can't own what I did there. I can't regret it.

  Anna whispers harshly, "She killed Meg. Maybe she never pulled the trigger but she got them captured. Screw her. She deserved to die."

  Jake gives her a mean stare. "You sound like her." He nudges towards me.

  Anna flashes a crazed look. "Good. Thank you."

  He shakes his head, looking meaner than ever. "It wasn’t a compliment." He stalks off with Sarah and Leo.

  Anna looks at me. "He's sounding more like Will."

  I nod and choke down the pain that name brings me.

  We walk for a long time without breaking or talking. When we get to the old freeway, me and Leo break off ahead. We run silently and scout. Nothing moves. Somewhere on this stretch of broken road, Lenny's remains lay. I push that thought away and look around for movement.

  A high-pitch scream fills the air. I wish I had my bow; a gun will bring more of them. Sarah isn’t immune. We should have grabbed more vaccines from the city before we ruined it. We should have done many things before we ruined it, like save Will and kill my father, before he killed Bernie.

  I regret everything.

  The high moan comes again. I look back at Jake and Anna and point at the tree to the side of the road. They start climbing. Leo crouches low, giving me a look. I nod and move hunched over, pulling the handguns I took from the weapons stash from my leg holsters. I listen for the moans, but I hear something else. Leo's ears twitch.

  We crawl amongst the old, grown-over wreckage and both stop instantly when we see it.

  Horses and men are fighting the infected but not killing them. They're putting them in a cart with a cage on it. The horses are huge, a type of horse I've never seen before. They're shaggy and massive. I don’t really know what to assume about what I'm seeing, but even Leo is stopped, looking stunned. We sit behind an old shell of a truck and watch down the highway as they get them into the cart and then mount the horses.

  They ride, pulling them through the wreckage, away from us. I stay there, crouched and confused for a while. Leo sits and yawns, and I know the danger is gone, but it doesn’t make sense.

  I wave at Anna. She brings Sarah and Jake.

  "What was it?"

  I shake my head. "I don’t know. It was horses with a cart and cage, and men taking the infected alive."

  Jake wrinkles his nose. "Maybe they're still trying to find a cure."

  I shake my head. "I don’t know." It seems weird. We cross into the forest on the other side of the freeway and make the run I made ten years ago.

  It takes us all day to get there, but as we emerge from the woods, we all stop when we see it.

  Anna looks at me. "People from the camps?"

  I shake my head, not breaking my stare from the cabin with the lights on. Candles must be lit inside making the windows glow. I can see smoke from a fire outside in the yard, between the barn and the house. My heart sinks. My spare bow and quiver are in the barn bunker.

  "We can camp here for tonight and then make our way back tomorrow."

  Anna gasps. "Em, we came all this way and this house is ours."

  She has become me in a lot of ways, and somehow, I've become Will. I don’t want to kill the people in the house for it. They got there before us.

  Jake shakes his head. "Em is right. We leave for the mansion tomorrow."

  Sarah moans, "My feet hurt and I don’t want to go all the way back. I don’t want to sleep outside."

  She's tired and whiny. Jake wraps an arm around her. "Sarah, those people got there first. They don’t deserve to die for finding an empty farmhouse."

  Sarah moans and sits on a log. I sit beside her and nudge her. "I'm tired too."

  In the dim light of the moon, I can see her pouting. It makes me smile. She wrinkles her nose at me and shakes her head.

  Anna opens a sack she brought and passes us all some dried meat and apples. We drink the last of our water in silence, wishing we were inside of that house.

  I rip off some dried meat for Leo, but I don’t see him. I whistle softly but he's not there.

  "Must be hunting or doing his circle," I mutter, but I don’t feel like that’s the case. I feel weird about him not being there.

  Jake sits next to me on the log, shifting where it sits suspended. He looks down. "Wanna have a fire?"

  I nod. "Yeah. They can't get mad if we have a fire. We aren’t doing anything wrong being here. We aren’t too close to the house."

  He sighs and rubs his eyes. "Come help me get wood."

  I almost mock him, but I know he's been trying harder. He's trying to not be the grasshopper who played all summer. He gets up and grabs my hand in his. The touch tugs at my heart. He pulls me up and into the woods.

  I don’t jerk my hand free; I like the touch. It doesn’t mean the same thing to me that it does for him. Anna was right; being around them more has helped me be around them, and not be in love with every guy our age that I see. I'm accustomed to them now.

  We crunch through the forest, looking for wood. He looks back. "What do you think about Anna having a baby? Really think?"

  "I think it's good. She has a piece of Bernie that's hers. He will be there forever in the form of that baby."

  He scoffs. "She's seventeen. She's going to fall in love again. She probably wasn’t in love. She's too young."

  "Jake, she loved him. She isn’t a normal seventeen-year old. She's way older and she's seen way more. Bernie loved her too. He hated that she was so young and he hated that he loved her, but he did. I don’t think she'll ever love again. I think she'll be a good mom. Sometimes she's crazy, but she's going to be a good mom."

  He breaks the branches as we wa
lk past them. "I guess."

  I smile. He still does it, even though we can find our way back easily.

  I pick up a piece of wood but he takes it. "Will you ever get over Will?"

  I shake my head. "I don’t know. Will you?"

  He shakes his head. "No. I get why he became the mean asshole he did. I get that the pain and sorrow he'd seen made him who he was."

  "I noticed the happy, sweet Jake has been gone. I'm sorry."

  He takes the wood from my hands that I grab. "It's not your fault. Will chose saving you over himself. That’s the kind of person he was. Even before, that’s the kind of guy he was."

  "Tell me something you remember from before."

  His voice breaks ever so slightly, "My mom used to take us out to movies. She loved the air conditioning in the summer. She would drag us to the movie and make us watch whatever crap Anna could watch. Me and Will would complain and complain. So finally one day, we were in the city for the movie and Will convinces her we can go to a show by ourselves. Anna was like three and they were going to see the Smurfs. Will got her to let us go see the newest Paranormal Activity movie. She let us go; scared the heck out of me. I hate scary movies but Will loved it. I pretended to love it too, but he could tell I was scared. So when we got home, he let me crash in his room with him until I wasn’t scared anymore. He slept on the floor and let me sleep on the bed, but never told mom or anyone."

  His arms are full from the wood I've stacked in them and we're far from Anna and Sarah, but I don’t want to stop listening to him talk.

  He turns around and smiles. "He let me pick next time. I chose the newest Batman."

  I smile.

  He starts walking back to Anna and Sarah, looking at his broken branches.

  My heart stops when I hear screaming. Jake looks at me. "What was that?"

  I shake my head, listening better. The scream happens again. It's my name being screamed. I break into a run, leading Jake and me to the farmhouse. I know the way and that’s where the screaming is coming from.

  In the firelight across the field, I can see movement but I can't make it out. Jake is keeping up with me. I can hear his footsteps landing hard. I run silently, as always. I slip against the barn, hearing the cries of Sarah and the high moan of Anna. What if they think she's infected? I pull my guns and sneak around the far side of the barn.

  I see Sarah and Anna's legs on the ground with a huge man's. Sarah is crying so hard I can barely make it out, but I do. She cries, "WILL!"

  I drop to my knees, frozen. My guns clunk to the hard dry ground.

  Jake launches himself at the heap of hugging and wrestling people.

  My stunned and silent face doesn’t want to react, in case it's wrong. I don’t swallow or breathe or cry. I sit frozen as Will gets off of Anna and Sarah and turns to smile at Jake. Jake lifts him right off the ground, hugging him mid-air.

  Leo is jumping up, licking and nipping at Will. I don’t think I've ever seen him so excited, but I have no response. I don’t have excitement or passion. I think I'm angry, maybe at myself or the trickery going on in front of my face.

  "Jakey! Jakey!" Will's voice cracks. He doesn’t sound normal but he says Jakey like before. I hate that name.

  He puts Will down and slaps him hard on the arm. "How, man? How the hell did you get here?"

  He shakes his head; he can't speak. He coughs and turns to face me.

  Our eyes meet, and for a second I believe it's him, but I know I touched his dead hand. I shake my head; it must be a trick of my father's.

  Will walks to me, silencing the others except for the sniffles and tears.

  Will drops to his knees in front of me. He runs a hand across my cheek. I close my eyes and shake my head. "It can't be you."

  He leans in, smelling exactly like him and presses his lips against my forehead. "It's me, baby."

  Tears stream my cheeks. "I felt you. You were dead."

  He shakes his head. "I was awake when you and Bernie came in the room. Whatever he gave me woke me up. I felt you holding my arm and Bernie sticking me with a huge needle. When they realized I was awake, they sounded the alarms to catch Bernie. They figured he was bad. Some guy with a bullet wound to the chest was brought in on a stretcher, and I was taken to a different area so they could try to work on him. They brought me down a couple floors. I was left with the guards until the lights went out. They left us there, but the medical staff got us out when the fire got bad."

  I mutter blankly. "The fire. The lady with the torch."

  He looks confused. "I don’t know who that was, but there was a fire and the whole city is burning now. I got away in the chaos. I couldn’t find my way to Bernie's, so I came here. I knew eventually you would come here." He kisses the side of my face. "You always come back here."

  I lift my hands up and drag them over his face. "It's you?" The man on the stretcher wasn’t Will.

  He nods and kisses my palm. I collapse into him, wrapping around him completely. "I left you. I'm so sorry I left you. I thought he was you. I'm so sorry."

  He coughs funny when I squeeze him and laughs. "Easy, Em. My lung is still weak." He pulls back my head and shakes his. "You made it out of the city. That’s what matters."

  I shake my head but Jake slaps him on the back. "I told you, nothing can kill this cantankerous old bastard."

  Will laughs and hugs me again.

  Instantly, we are surrounded by arms and breath. Anna is wheeze talking so fast none of us can catch it, but we can feel the joy in her shaking body. I close my eyes and hold on. I don’t know if we'll stay this way. I don’t even care. He's alive right now. My heart is angry for believing him dead, for leaving him to die in that building, for kissing the hand of a stranger goodbye and giving up.

  I haven’t changed so much. I am still the girl who turns her back on the dying to save her own skin.

  Chapter Ten

  Me and Leo take the first watch in the barn.

  I have the rifle and my bow from the bunker, and the handguns from the gun storage at Bernie's.

  In one of the windows of the farmhouse, I see Anna walk across the kitchen. It's dark inside and out; nothing moves except her and the wheat blowing in the field. She slips across the gravel driveway, almost completely silent. I hear the familiar creak of the boards on the stairs.

  She creeps across the hay and sits next to me. I don’t look at her. I keep my eye on the fields.

  "Is it possible Bernie made it too?"

  I close my eyes and recall the way he slumped over the keyboard as he gave out his last breath. I had to expect she would ask it though. I would have asked it. I would have gone back. I never would have taken her word that he was dead.

  She must hate me for lying about Will and doubt me about Bernie.

  I shake my head. "Anna, if he's alive then my father performed a miracle, because minutes after he was shot twice at point blank, the power went out. About an hour later, a lady lit the building he was in on fire."

  She starts to cry quietly. "I can't do it without him."

  My lip creeps out as tears slip down my cheeks. I have nothing to offer her. I ran up the stairs and turned my back on him after he saved us all. My cowardice is shameful.

  I speak softly, "I would do it all differently now. I would have let Marshall take me in, so he could have set the missiles and destroyed everything. You, Bernie, Meg, Jake, Sarah, Will, Star, and Sully would be safe."

  She sighs and lies back in the hay. "Em, you laid with the dead to help me escape. You saved Meg, Me, Sarah, and Jake. You helped Bernie stop the bad people having power over us all. You are the flashy crow, even when you don’t try to be."

  I scoff. "Some flashy crow I turned out to be." I glance back at her. "I think Bernie was the crow. He let the man he used to be die, so he could be a new man for you. A man you could be proud of and tell your baby about."

  She smiles and wipes her eyes. "Thanks, Em."

  I shake my head. "Don’t thank me. I didn’t
bring him home."

  Leo moves to lay with her. She runs her fingers through his downy fur. "Why do you think they were rounding up the infected?"

  I watch the field and listen to the rest of the world. "I don’t know."

  "I think it's your dad. I think he's got an evil plan."

  I nod, watching the darkness. "He always seems to have one."

  "Why didn’t you kill him?"

  I shake my head. "I wanted him to see how it really was here. He's been living in that city with all those Gen babies of his scaring everyone into being under his thumb. He never had an army or anything, beyond the guards. He had all those Gen kids. Everyone was so scared and timid there, they just let him do everything the way he wanted. No one challenged him, I bet." I look back at her. "Bernie stopped that and made it so he has to see how we have lived. Think of how last winter was for you. Alone with Jake in the woods, freezing and starving. My dad was in the city, nice and warm and torturing people."

  She presses her lips together. "We hid out in a house and burned the furniture to stay warm. Then the snow was melting, and we saw you and this guy here. He came up, growling and acting all mean, but I gave him a piece of rabbit. He ate it and then we became friends."

  I nod. "Little traitor. I figured there was something. There was no way he was just so easy around you from the start." I smirk back. "I'm glad though. For everything that’s gone wrong, the things that went right have changed my life."

  She kicks me. "Gimme my rifle and go see my brother. I think he's sort of bummed out that you're hiding up here, instead of with him." She rolls her eyes. "Lord knows he's gonna come up here if you don’t, and then we'll all get murdered while you two mess up the watch."

  I think for a second and then pass her the rifle. It's hers anyway.

  She gets into position with Leo, shoving me out of the way.

  "You should be sleeping; you're pregnant."

  She shrugs. "I can sleep tomorrow." She looks up at the stars and smiles. "I miss him tonight and I can't sleep, so I'd rather sit here under the stars and see if I can guess which one is him."

  She is killing me.

  I get up and walk down to the house. I creep inside to the room in the back where I know he's sleeping. I open the door softly and step inside. My stomach is in knots, but I want to touch him.