Lives We Lost,The (19 page)

“We figured we had the best chance of finding someone who was still working on a cure in the big city,” I said.
She shifted, her knee brushing Tobias’s. He flushed even darker. “I did hear something about a week ago,” she said. “These guys were talking about a vaccine someone found, something like that? I don’t know if it was real, but they sounded pretty worked up about it.”
She glanced at each of us, her expression hopeful. Justin was staring at her, looking twice as suspicious as before, which was almost as bad as saying we knew all about the vaccine. Leo’s mouth had pressed into a stiff line, and Tobias looked down at his hands. I held my face carefully calm, but my breath had stuck in my throat.
If someone had been talking about the vaccine here a week ago, when we’d still been holed up in that farmhouse, it could mean only one thing. The group who’d sent the people in the green van after us, who’d lied to us over the radio, they had allies here too.
“If there’s a vaccine, that’d be amazing,” I said, hoping I sounded like this was the first I’d heard about it. “Who were these guys? Where’d you see them? Maybe we could find them and ask what they know.”
“Oh, they were just guys,” she said, lifting one shoulder and letting it fall awkwardly. “I don’t know them. They were checking out some stores near the place I’m staying at. I only listened in because I heard one of them mention the vaccine thing.”
“Did they say where they thought the vaccine was?” Leo asked.
Anika shook her head. “I don’t think they knew. It kind of sounded like they thought someone might be bringing it here. But like I said, they could have just been speculating. Maybe it’s only a rumor.”
I met Leo’s eyes across the room and saw the worry I felt reflected there.
We hadn’t outrun our enemies. We’d run right to them.

I’d been spending my nights in the bedroom next to Gav. The others camped out in the living room by the fire where it was warm, and Gav had tried to convince me to join them, but I wasn’t going to leave him alone in the dark and the cold while the virus crept deeper into his brain.

“I want to stay with you,” I’d told him, and when he’d started to protest, I’d looked him right in the eyes and said, “Shut up.”
He’d stared at me for a second, and then, like I’d hoped he would, he’d laughed. He’d pulled me closer and kissed me and admitted, “I want you here too.” And he hadn’t tried to make me leave again.
The night after we met Anika, he dozed off quickly, but his arms and legs still twitched with the itches that never quite left him. I lay beside him, my eyes closed and my mind buzzing. I was overly aware of Anika’s presence on the other side of the wall, an interloper in our midst. It’d seemed cruel to kick her out once night set in, and she’d offered to take us to a couple of government buildings that might have labs in the morning, but I wasn’t sure how she was going to fit in with us yet.
Mostly, though, I was thinking about Gav. About how few nights we had left like this, before the virus gnawed into the part of him that controlled what he said and did, and he started spewing out every uncomfortable thing in his head, whether he meant it or not.
Dad hadn’t managed to stay with Mom overnight after she’d gotten that bad. Would it be easier for me with Gav because I hadn’t known him nearly as long? Maybe nothing he said would be able to sting too much.
Maybe we’d reach someone who could help tomorrow, and I wouldn’t have to find out.
My thoughts were finally slowing, unraveling, when my ears picked up a faint squeak. The air shifted against the blankets. Someone had opened the bedroom door.
Burrowed under the covers, I couldn’t see even when I opened my eyes. I lay quietly and listened. Footsteps brushed over the floor. With a click, a faint glow seeped around the edges of the blankets. A flashlight?
Plastic crinkled as fingers examined our bags. The footsteps moved around the bed and paused. I tensed.
The cold storage box was sitting there at the foot of the bed.
I could have thrown back the covers and confronted whoever it was right then. But I wanted to know exactly what they would do. How far they would go.
There was a soft scraping sound as the lid was lifted, and an intake of breath. The seals snapped back into place. The light clicked off. And the box bumped the wall as it was lifted off the floor.
I didn’t need more than that. I flung back the blankets, throwing my legs over the side of the bed. The figure with the cold box whipped around and ran for the door. I caught the sleeve of her coat, but not tightly enough. She yanked it from my grasp. “Stop!” I yelled.
Anika’s boots thumped over the floor to the apartment door. I charged after her. Sleeping bags rustled in the living room as the others roused with a jumble of voices. “What?” “What’s happening?” “Someone—”
Anika fumbled with the deadbolt. As I grabbed the handle of the cold box, trying to wrench it away from her, she jerked her arm toward me. Her elbow smacked me square in the forehead. My head spun, and my grip loosened. She pulled the box closer to her as she yanked on the doorknob.
But before the door had opened more than an inch, another arm shot out, slamming it shut. Anika flinched back, and froze.
A tall figure I dimly made out to be Tobias raised his hand. The low firelight caught the black shape of his pistol. His thumb rose and flicked off the safety with a click that sounded incredibly loud in the sudden silence. His voice came out strained but steady.
“I think you’d better give that box back to Kaelyn.”
Anika lowered the cold box to the floor and released the handle. Leo and Justin came up behind Tobias, sleep-rumpled and frowning. I touched the spot where Anika’s elbow had jabbed me, and winced. Stepping just close enough to her to reach the cold box, I tugged it away and opened it.
Despite the scuffle, all the vials were intact.
“Kae?” Gav’s voice wavered from the bedroom. “Everything okay?”
I exhaled and resealed the lid. “Yeah. It is now.”
“They’re going to end up finding you,” Anika said. “It’d be better if you just let me take the vaccine. Then they won’t be after you anymore.”
“What ‘they’?” Justin demanded. “What do you know about them?”
“The Wardens,” she said. “Michael’s Wardens.” Her gaze slid over our faces, and her eyebrows rose. “You don’t even know about Michael, do you?”
“We will if you tell us,” I said.
When she didn’t respond, Tobias shifted forward, the gun still pointed at her face. Anika curled her hands up into the sleeves of her coat and lifted her chin.
“I’ve never seen him,” she said. “Apparently this guy named Michael came from all the way out in BC, started going across the country after the virus hit, and he just sort of takes over places as he goes. Like here.”
“How does one guy take over a city?” Justin asked.
Anika shrugged. “He’s got food and generators and medical supplies, and he gives them to people who help him. The people who help him enough, he calls them Wardens. And then they— the Wardens—they keep an eye on the places he’s been when he leaves.”
“And he’s in Toronto?” Leo asked.
“I don’t think so, not right now. I don’t hear everything—I’m not in with them like that—but it sounds like he’s gone down to the States. The Wardens will be talking with him on their radios, though. And there’s a whole bunch of them, and they’ve got cars and guns—you don’t want to mess with them. They’re looking for you and that vaccine.”
“And you figured you’d get a reward if you brought them what they’ve been looking for,” I said, watching her face. The desperation shone clearly in her eyes.
“I would have!” she said. “I would have been set. You want to be guaranteed you’ll have enough food, you want to be in a building where the heat’s running, you want one of those masks to protect you from getting sick, they’re the only ones who have that now. Of course I want in.”
My skin went cold. The guy who’d asked us what we were doing that first day when we’d gone out for firewood, he’d been wearing a face mask. We’d been within talking distance of one of these Wardens, one of the people who would kill for the vaccine, and we hadn’t even realized. And if Justin had said even a little more, that guy might have realized who we were.
“You’re stupid if you think you’re safe here,” Anika said. “You’re just lucky I found you first. Going around to all the hospitals, shouting at city hall—I was guessing, but it wasn’t a hard guess to make. Once they figure out you’re in the city . . . you’re done.”
“Are you going to tell them?” Justin asked.
“I don’t know,” Anika said pointedly, glancing past the gun to Tobias’s face. “Am I going to have the chance?”
Tobias went a little pale, but his hand didn’t waver. He looked at me. Was it really that straightforward? I gave him the word and he’d shoot her?
My stomach turned. I didn’t like what she’d done, but I could understand being that desperate to survive. She didn’t deserve to die over it.
But we had to make sure we survived too.
“We’re not going to hurt you,” I said. Justin made a sound of protest, but he cut it off when I glared at him. “We’re
not
going to hurt her,” I repeated to him, and turned back to Anika. “But we can’t just let you take off, either.”
Tobias lowered the gun slowly. “We could barricade her in one of the other apartments,” he said.
Leo nodded. “That’d give us a chance to decide what to do next.”
“And leave me to starve?” Anika said, her mouth tight. “Just shoot me now, okay?”
“No,” I said. “We’d let you out, when we’re ready to.”
Justin sighed.
“We’ll need a couch, or something heavy,” Tobias started. His eyes flickered off Anika, and in that second of distraction she whipped out her hand.
She whirled around, a mist hissing from the tiny bottle she held. Justin leapt back, yelping and clawing at his face, and I staggered to the side, dragging the cold box with me, as a few droplets stung my eyes. Pepper spray. She must have had it lodged in her sleeve. Through a blur of tears, I saw Tobias coughing with his arm over his eyes, Anika tugging open the door, her slim figure darting out into the hall. I shoved the box toward the bedroom and ran after her.
The darkness of the hall was broken only by a faint haze that seeped from our open doorway. With my blurred vision, I couldn’t see anything. Anika’s boots scrabbled across the floor. She was already too far ahead. I took a few uncertain steps and heard the thud of the stairwell door closing. Sinking back against the wall, I swiped my sleeve over my eyes, again and again. In the apartment, Justin was moaning.
Leo appeared in the doorway. “Kae?”
“She’s gone,” I said.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah.” My eyes still smarted, but the tears were slowing. “It only hit me a little. You?”
“She missed me,” he said. “I think Justin got the worst of it. Tobias is pretty bad too. He says water won’t help much, so they’re both just sitting there crying.” He hesitated. “But we’d better get moving. She’s probably running right back to those Wardens to lead them here.”
“Right. Hell.” I shuffled back inside.
Justin was crouched beside the couch, Tobias sitting in the armchair. “I’m going to kill her,” Justin was saying, rocking slightly. “And then I’m going to kill her again.”
“Just keep blinking,” Tobias said. “The more you get the tears going, the faster they’ll flush it out.”
“Get the sleeping bags and the blankets,” I said to Leo. “I’ll start packing up the food.”
“We’re getting out of this freakin’ city, right?” Justin said. “I am so sick of this place.”
I paused. I hadn’t even thought about where we were going, only that we had to get out of this building. “We can’t
leave
,” I said. “We’ll find another apartment, not too close to here.”
“Why?” Justin demanded. “Nothing useful here, anyway.”
My throat tightened. The bedroom was quiet, maybe Gav had fallen back asleep, but the door still hung open across from us. He didn’t have much longer. As long as we stayed, we might come across a person and the equipment to help him recover. If we hit the road . . . it would be like giving up on him for good. Giving him up for dead.
“If there are doctors and scientists anywhere, our best chance of finding them is still here,” I said, lowering my voice. “We’ve got to change how we’re looking, try other strategies, be even more careful than before, but we don’t have anywhere else to go. Unless you want to head back to the colony and help with the planting?”
Justin made a face.
“I shouldn’t have let my guard down,” Tobias muttered. “She shouldn’t have had the chance.”
Leo wavered, and then said, “It’s the middle of the night. We’re all tired and a little messed up. We can make a final decision later, right? Let’s just get out of here while we can.”

We had to abandon the truck. As we headed out to the garage doors, Justin stopped, his eyes still red, and said, “We told her. Anika. We told her about using the snow plow to get here.”

Tobias turned his flashlight toward the street. Most of the snow had melted during the day, leaving the pavement bare.
“We wouldn’t leave tracks,” he said. “We can drive now, and then one of us can ditch it far away from the new place after we’ve found one.”
We put more than a mile between us and the old building, leaving the shiny condos of downtown behind for concrete low-rise apartments with rusty balconies. Tobias stayed beside the truck with the rifle and his pistol, while Gav slumped in the back, coughing weakly into the many layers of scarf he’d wound around his face. Leo, Justin, and I made our separate ways into the nearest buildings so we could check three places at a time.
It took seven tries before Leo returned with a crooked smile. “Not the nicest building,” he said, “but it’s got a fireplace.”
We carried our things up as quickly and quietly as we could. The lobby and first floor stank of cat urine, though there was no sign of the cat responsible. By the time we’d climbed up six flights of stairs to the top floor, the smell had receded. We barged into the first apartment we found with an unlocked door. It was a twobedroom, with a shabby polka-dot futon for a couch and stains on the rug. Gav walked straight into the closer bedroom and crashed on the bed, his breath coming in rasps, while Tobias headed back down to get rid of the truck. The rest of us smashed up one of the rickety dining room chairs and sprinkled the varnished wood with our leftover twigs to get a fire going.
“We’ll have to be even more cautious as long as we’re still in the city,” Leo said as the flames started crawling over the wood. “Someone should be watching the street at all times. We need to figure out an escape route in case these guys come looking for us.”
He rubbed his face, his eyelids low, and I suddenly felt how late it was. I’d been running on adrenalin, but it was starting to fade.
“We can figure out an escape route in the morning,” I said. “None of us is going to be thinking clearly right now.”
“Still got to watch,” Justin said. “I’ll go first. Those assholes better hope they don’t find me.”
As he went out, I stepped into the bedroom. Gav looked asleep, but a moment after I lay down next to him, his arm slipped around me. He tugged my waist, and I rolled over to face him. His hand stayed on my side, his thumb tracing a slow loop, the pressure faint through my layers of clothing.
“We safe now?” he asked.
I’d only given him a sketchy explanation when I’d woken him to come down to the truck. I wanted to say yes, of course we were, but looking into his steady eyes, I couldn’t bring myself to lie.
“I don’t know,” I said. The rest of my words stuck in my throat. Had he realized we were considering leaving the city completely?
I’d been trying not to think about what it would mean if we didn’t manage to find someone who could work with the vaccine here. If we’d come all this way, gone through so much, and accomplished nothing. If Gav had gotten sick for nothing, and I couldn’t even save him. I swallowed.
“Maybe we shouldn’t have come at all.”
Gav’s hand stilled. “What?”
“You figured it’d be like this,” I said. “That there wouldn’t be anyone left to help. You always thought . . . And now—”
“Kaelyn.” He touched my face, his fingers sliding along my jaw. When he opened his mouth to say more, he had to turn away instead, to cough against his shoulder. His arm trembled. I moved to get up, to find him some water, but he grabbed my hand, shaking his head as the coughs kept sputtering out of him.
After a minute, the fit eased off. He shifted back toward me. His fingers returned to my cheek, brushing stray strands of hair away from my eyes. My skin tingled at his touch.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
“It’s not your fault,” I said.
His breath hitched. “Not that. What you said before. I’m sorry . . . I didn’t believe you could do it. I’m sorry I didn’t hide that as well as I wanted to. I guess, in a way, I didn’t want to hide it because I didn’t want to pretend, because I thought I was right.”
“Gav,” I said, but he kept going.
“I wasn’t right, okay?” he said. “I don’t ever want to hear you say you were wrong to do this. I’ve had an awful lot of time to think the last few days. Everything was going to hell on the island anyway, even if I didn’t want to admit it. We had to leave. And I really do believe, if there’s anyone out there who can help us, then you’ll be the person to find them. I fell in love with a girl who doesn’t give up. So promise me. Promise me you’re not going to stop trying, no matter what.”
I found myself gaping at him, speechless.
“Say it,” he said.
I cupped the back of his head and leaned close enough to press my lips against his. He kissed me back, but I could feel the tension in his arm around me. I tipped my head forward, my nose brushing his cheek.
Gav didn’t know how close I’d come to giving up completely when Meredith was sick. I’d never told him about standing on the edge of the cliff, planning the next step forward into nothingness. But I hadn’t given up after all, and we’d made it through. I had to remember that.
“I won’t stop trying,” I said into the dark space between us. “I promise.”
Only then did he relax. He kissed me again, and shrugged up the covers, and we fell asleep face to face, our breaths mingling.