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by Michael Grant


  She came up, was caught by the soft swell, and tossed like a doll against a lichen-slicked boulder. She scrabbled with both hands as she choked. Fingernails on rock. Feet plowing crumbling pebbles beneath her.

  Suddenly she was up and out of the water from the waist up. On a little shelf of rock, gasping for air.

  She waited there for a moment, catching her breath. Then, she pushed on, oblivious to scrapes and rips, to a drier spot. She stopped there, all energy spent.

  Caine had already reached shore. He slumped, exhausted, wet, but at the same time, triumphant.

  Diana heard voices crying his name.

  She blinked water and tried to focus on the boat. It was already so far away. Tyrell and Paint, standing up in it and yelling, “Get me! Get me!”

  “Caine, you can’t leave us out here!”

  “Can you reach them?” Diana asked in a hoarse croak.

  Caine shook his head. “Too far. Anyway…”

  Diana knew the “anyway.” Tyrell and Paint had no powers. They would do nothing useful for Caine. They were just two more mouths to feed, two more whiny voices to heed.

  “We better start climbing,” Caine said. “I can help at the rough spots. We’ll make it.”

  “And there will be food and everything up there?” Penny asked, gazing wistfully up the cliff.

  “We had better hope there is,” Diana said. “We have nowhere else to go. And no way to get there.”

  THIRTY-TWO

  8 HOURS, 11 MINUTES

  ASTRID HAD GONE to look at the burn zone. Doing the right thing.

  Kids had yelled at her. Demanded to know why she had let it happen. Demanded to know where Sam was. Deluged her with complaints and worries and crazy theories until she had retreated.

  She’d hidden out after that. She’d refused to answer the door when kids knocked. She had not gone to her office. It would be the same there.

  But through the day it had eaten at her. This feeling of uselessness. A feeling of uselessness made so much worse by the growing realization that she needed Sam. Not because they were up against some threat. The threat was mostly past now.

  She needed Sam because no one had any respect for her. There was only one person right now who could get a crowd of anxious kids to settle down and do what needed to be done.

  She had wanted to believe that she could do that. But she had tried. And they hadn’t listened.

  But Sam was still nowhere to be seen. So despite everything it was still on her shoulders. The thought of it made her sick. It made her want to scream.

  “We have to go out, Petey. Walkie, walkie. Let’s go,” Astrid said.

  Little Pete did not respond or react.

  “Petey. Walkie, walkie. Come with me.”

  Little Pete looked at her like she might be there and might not. Then he went back to his game.

  “Petey. Listen to me!”

  Nothing.

  Astrid took two steps, grabbed Little Pete by the shoulders, and shook him.

  The game player went flying across the carpet.

  Little Pete looked up. Now he was sure she was there. Now he was paying attention.

  “Oh, my God, Petey, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” Astrid cried and reached to draw him close. She had never, ever shaken him before. It had happened so suddenly, like some animal in her brain had seized control of her and suddenly she was moving and suddenly she’d grabbed him.

  “Ahhh ahhhh ahhhh ahhhh!” Little Pete began shrieking.

  “No, no, no, Petey, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to do it.”

  She wrapped her arms around him but she could not touch him. Some force kept her arms from making physical contact.

  “Petey, no, you have to let me-”

  “Ahhh ahhh ahhhh ahhh!”

  “It was an accident! I just lost control, it’s just, I just, I can’t, Petey, stop it, stop it!”

  She ran to retrieve his game. It was warm. Strange. She carried it back to Little Pete, but for just a moment her step faltered. The room seemed to warp and wobble around her.

  Little Pete’s frantic shrieks snapped her back.

  “Ahhhh ahhh ahhhh ahhh!”

  “Shut up!” Astrid screamed, as confused and unsettled as she was furious. “Shut up! Shut up! Here! Take your stupid toy!”

  She stepped back, stepped away, not trusting herself to be near him. Hating him at that moment. Terrified that the enraged thing inside her head would lash out at him again. A voice inside her rationalized it even now. He is a brat. He does these things deliberately.

  It was all his fault.

  “Ahhh ahhh ahhh ahhh!”

  “I do everything for you!” she cried.

  “Ahhh ahhh ahhh ahhh!”

  “I feed you and I clean you and I watch over you and I protect you. Stop it! Stop it! I can’t stand it anymore. I can’t stand it!”

  Little Pete did not stop. Would not stop, she knew, until he chose to, until whatever crazy loop that was in his head had played itself out.

  She sank into a kitchen chair. Astrid sat with her head in her hands running through the list of her failures. Before the FAYZ there hadn’t been very many. She’d gotten a B+ once when she should have gotten an A. She’d inadvertently been cruel to people on a couple of occasions, memories that still bothered her, even now. She’d never learned to play an instrument…. Wasn’t as good as she would like to be with Spanish pronunciations…

  “Ahhh ahhh ahhh ahhh!”

  Before the FAYZ the ratio of success to failure in her life had been hundreds to one. Even in coping with her little brother, back then she’d been as successful as anyone could be.

  But since the FAYZ the ratio had reversed. On the positive side she was still alive, and so was her brother. On the negative side there were too many failures to list, though she could recall them all, each and every one in painful detail.

  “Ahhh ahhhh ahhh ahhh!”

  She had intended to do so many good things. She had wanted to restart therapy and lessons for Little Pete. Failure. She had wanted to get the church fixed up and find some way for kids to attend on Sunday mornings. Failure. She had wanted to write a constitution for the FAYZ, create a government. Failure.

  She had tried to stop Albert from making everything about money. She had failed. And just as bad, Albert had succeeded. He’d been right, she had been wrong. It was Albert feeding Perdido Beach now, not her.

  She’d wanted to find a way to stop Howard from selling booze and cigarettes to kids. Wanted to reason with Zil, get him to act like a decent human being. Failure and failure.

  Even her relationship with Sam had come apart. And now, he’d run away, abandoned her. Had enough, she supposed. Had enough of her and Little Pete and all of it.

  Someone had heard it from someone else that Hunter had seen him leaving town. Leaving. Going where? The gossip machine had no answer to that. But the gossip machine was sure who was to blame: Astrid.

  She had wanted to be brave and strong and smart and right.

  And now she was hiding out in her home because she knew if she went out, they would all look to her for answers she didn’t have. She was the head of the town council in a town that had come close to burning to the ground.

  It had been saved. But not by Astrid.

  Little Pete fell silent at last. His blank eyes were focused on the game again. Like nothing had happened.

  She wondered if he even remembered her loss of control. She wondered if he knew how terrified she was, how hopeless and defeated. She knew he didn’t care.

  No one cared.

  “Okay, Petey,” she said, her voice shaky. “We still have to go out. Walkie, walkie. Time to go and talk to my many friends,” she said sardonically.

  This time he followed her meekly.

  She’d meant to visit the burn zone again. To visit the basement hospital. To find Albert and find out how soon he would have food.

  But out on the street she was surrounded within minutes, just as she’d known sh
e would be. Kids came to her. More and more kids, until there were dozens of them, trailing her as she tried to make her way back to the burn zone. They yelled, demanded, insulted, pleaded, begged. Threatened.

  “Why won’t you talk to us?”

  “Why don’t you answer?”

  Because she didn’t have any answers.

  “Okay,” she said finally. “Okay! Okay!” She shoved at a boy who was in her face yelling about his big sister being missing, about her going to visit a friend. Over on Sherman.

  “Okay,” Astrid said. “We’ll have a town meeting.”

  “When?”

  “Right now.” She pushed through the crowd, which surged around her as she led the way to the church.

  Oh, Sam would get a good laugh out of seeing this. More than once he’d stood up at the altar trying to pacify a bunch of terrified kids. And she, Astrid, had watched, and judged his performance. And when the pressure of it finally got to be too much she had formed the council and tried to push him aside.

  Well, Sam, she thought as she stepped onto that ruined altar, you can have this job back any time you like.

  The crucifix that long ago Caine had used to crush a boy named Cookie had been propped up and fallen and propped up again. It now lay on a pile of debris. It hurt Astrid to see it there. She considered asking for volunteers to lift it again, but this was not the time. No, not the time for her to ask anything of anyone.

  Edilio came in with Albert, but neither rushed to the front to stand in solidarity with her.

  “If you guys will all sit down and stop trying to talk at once, we can have a town meeting,” Astrid said.

  The response was loud and derisive. A wave of bitter words washed over her.

  “Hey, the mall is closed, there’s no food!”

  “No one brought any water down, we’re thirsty!”

  “Hurt…”

  “Sick…”

  “Scared…”

  And again and again, where is Sam? Where is Sam? Things like this happen, Sam should be around. Is he dead?

  “As far as I know, Sam is fine,” Astrid said calmly.

  “Yeah, and we can totally trust you, right?”

  “Yes,” Astrid said without conviction. “You can trust me.”

  That drew laughter and more insults.

  Someone yelled, “Let her talk, she’s the only one even trying.”

  “All Astrid does is lie and do nothing,” a voice shot back.

  Astrid knew the voice. Howard.

  “All Astrid can do is talk,” Howard said. “Blah blah blah. And most of it lies.”

  The mob of kids was silent now, watching as Howard stood up slowly, stiffly, and turned to face the kids.

  “Sit down, Howard,” Astrid said. Even she could hear the defeat in her tone.

  “Did you write some kind of law that made you boss of everyone? Because I thought you were all about laws.”

  Astrid fought the urge to walk out. Like Sam had apparently done, just leave town. No loss to anyone.

  “We need to figure out how we’re going to organize and deal, Howard,” Astrid said. “People need food.”

  “Got that right,” a voice said.

  “How are you going to make that happen?” Howard demanded.

  “Okay, well, tomorrow everyone will work their regular job,” Astrid said. “It will be bad for a couple of days, but we’ll get food and water going again. The crops are still in the fields. The fish are still in the ocean.”

  That had a calming effect. Astrid could feel it. It helped to remind the kids that not everything had been lost in the fire. Yes, maybe she could reach them after all.

  “Tell us about the zombie,” Howard said.

  Astrid’s face and neck flushed red, betraying her guilt.

  “And then maybe you can explain why you stopped Sam from taking Zil out before Zil burned down the town.”

  Astrid managed a wry smile. “Don’t you lecture me, Howard. You’re a lowlife drug dealer.”

  She could see that the insult hit home.

  “If people want to buy things, I make sure they can,” Howard said. “Just like Albert. Anyway, I never put myself up on a pedestal and said I was some big deal. Me and Orc, we do what we do to get by. We’re not the ones being so perfect and mighty and above it all.”

  “No, you’re beneath it all,” Astrid said.

  Part of her knew that as long as she kept this personal between her and Howard, the others wouldn’t jump in. But that would get them nowhere. Accomplish nothing.

  “You still haven’t explained anything, Astrid,” Howard said, as though reading her mind. “Forget me. I’m just me. What about a girl who was dead and isn’t dead anymore? And what about kids saying they’ve seen Drake walking the streets? You got any answers, Astrid?”

  She considered bluffing. Another time, another day, she would have found a way to heap frosty scorn on Howard and shut him down. But she couldn’t seem to find that inside herself. Not now.

  “You know, Howard,” Astrid began in a wry voice, “I’ve made a lot of mistakes lately and-”

  “And what about the Prophetess?” a different voice broke in. “What about Orsay?”

  “Mary?” Astrid couldn’t believe it. Mary Terrafino, her face red with anger, her voice crackling.

  “I just talked to my brother. My brother, who never in his whole life ever lied to me,” Mary said.

  She walked down the aisle of the church. The crowd parted for her. Mother Mary.

  “He admitted it to me, Astrid,” Mary said. “He lied. He lied because you told him to.”

  Astrid wanted to deny it. The words of denial were on the tip of her tongue. But she couldn’t make them come out.

  “Mary’s right, everyone,” Howard said. “Astrid told us all to lie. About Brittney and about Orsay.”

  “Orsay is a fake,” Astrid said weakly.

  “Maybe,” Howard said. “But you don’t know that. None of us know that.”

  “Orsay’s no fake. She told me something only I knew,” Mary said. “And she prophesied that a tribulation was coming soon.”

  “Mary, that’s an old trick,” Astrid said. “This is the FAYZ: a tribulation is always coming, in case you haven’t noticed. We’re up to our necks in tribulation. She’s manipulating you.”

  “Yeah, unlike you,” Howard said, his voice dripping sarcasm.

  Every eye was on her. Disbelieving. Angry. Accusing. Scared.

  “Orsay says we can step out on our fifteenth,” Mary said. “She told me to lay down my burden. That was what my mom said in her dream. Put down my burden.”

  “Mary, you must know better than that,” Astrid said.

  “No. I don’t know better,” Mary said so quietly, Astrid almost didn’t hear her. “And neither do you.”

  “Mary, those kids need you,” Astrid pleaded.

  Suddenly, unexpectedly, this had become life and death. What Mary was talking about was suicide. Astrid was sure of that much. Logic told her this was probably true. But her faith told her even more certainly: giving up, surrendering, accepting something that at the very least looked and felt like suicide could never be good. That was a joke that God would not play.

  “Maybe not,” Mary said softly. “Maybe what they need is a way out of here, those kids. Maybe their moms and dads are waiting for them and we’re the ones keeping them apart.”

  And there it was: the thing Astrid had feared from the first time she heard of Orsay’s so-called prophecies.

  The silence in the church was nearly absolute.

  “None of the littles are anywhere near their fifteenth,” Astrid said.

  “And they won’t make it to their fifteenth in this horrible place,” Mary said. Her voice broke. Astrid recognized the desperation: she’d felt it herself as she endured Little Pete’s meltdown. She’d felt it so many times since the coming of the FAYZ.

  “We’re in hell, Astrid,” Mary said, almost pleading with her to understand. “This. This is hell.


  Astrid could imagine what Mary’s life was like. The constant work. The constant responsibility. The unbelievable stress. The depression. The fear. All of it so much worse for Mary than for just about anyone else.

  But this couldn’t go on. This had to be stopped. Even if it meant hurting Mary.

  “Mary, you’ve been one of the most important, necessary people in the FAYZ,” Astrid said carefully. “But I know it’s been hard on you.”

  Astrid had a sick feeling inside, knowing what she was going to say, what she had to say. Knowing that it was a betrayal.

  “Mary, look, I know you’re not able to find the meds you need to take. I know you’ve been taking a lot of drugs, trying to control the things in your head.”

  The silence was total in the church. Kids stared at Mary, then at Astrid. It had turned into a test of who they would believe. Astrid knew the answer to that.

  “Mary, I know you’re dealing with depression and anorexia. Anyone looking at you knows that.”

  The crowd hung on each word.

  “I know that you’ve been battling some demons, Mary.”

  Mary barked a disbelieving laugh. “Are you calling me crazy?”

  “Of course not,” Astrid said, but in such a way that it was clear even to the youngest or dumbest in the room that she was alleging exactly that. “But you do have a couple of mental…issues…that are possibly distorting your thinking.”

  Mary flinched as if someone had hit her. She looked around the room, looking for a friendly face, looking for signs that not everyone was agreeing with Astrid.

  Astrid saw those same faces. They had turned stony and suspicious. But all of that suspicion was aimed at Astrid, not at Mary.

  “I think you need to stay home for a while,” Astrid said. “We’ll get someone else to run the day care, while you pull yourself together.”

  Howard’s jaw was hanging open. “You’re firing Mary? And she’s the one who’s nuts?”

  Even Edilio seemed amazed. “I don’t think Astrid’s talking about Mary not running the day care,” he said quickly, with a warning look at Astrid.

  “That’s exactly what I’m talking about, Edilio. Mary has fallen for Orsay’s lies. It’s dangerous. Dangerous to Mary if she decides to step out. And dangerous to the kids if Mary keeps listening to Orsay.”

 

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