The Seventh Day (13 page)

“Yeah,” Sasha continues. “We got back into my dad’s
jeep. He put it in 4x4 and we drove around the traffic on the hillside. He
lasted about twenty minutes before he got weird. He jerked his head to the
right like they do. I didn't know what he was doing, but then he tried to bite
me. I jumped out of the moving vehicle. He didn't even try to stop the jeep; he
just jumped out and let it crash. I ran for the vehicle and drove it home,
leaving him on the side of the road. I got home and locked the house up.” She
looks down, furrowing her brow. “Then I heard gunshots. These boys were driving
and killing the biters. They broke into my house and wouldn't leave.” She
leaves it there and I assume by the look on Lee’s face we both get the gist of
the story and neither of us needs her to explain further.

“We saw stuff like that too.
People
taking advantage of the situation.
We drove past some people stealing a
running vehicle from a family. They had guns and they left the family there on
the side of the road with babies.” Lee points upstairs. “I’m only alive because,
deep down, Erin’s actually a real bitch. She’s the kind of person who will
smile, bat her lashes, and pull the trigger, all at the exact same moment.
She’s saved us a few times.” She swallows and looks over at the stairs before
whispering,
“We have to get those kids to that island. It’s
not safe anywhere. I’d rather take my chances with the military.”

“What island?” Sasha gives me a confused look.

“Whidbey Island Base is apparently a biter-free
zone.”

Her eyes lift. “Seriously?”

Lee nods. “It’s what we heard. And everyone on the
road talked about it.”

Sasha sits back, slumping into the couch. “Well
hell, let’s get outta here before we get caught up here by anyone we can’t
fight off.” She means Danny Hillman—I know that.

And I don't blame her for it.

We sit in the living room, all of us in a circle
with the evening’s fire creating an orangish glow in the room. I look around at
the small faces of my sister and her friends and say the thing I least expected
to say, “We have a decision to make. Lee and Erin are going to the coast
because they heard there’s a chance that the base there is a biter-free zone.
Would you guys want to go there?”

Joey’s eyes narrow.
“What
if Dad comes, Lou?”

My stomach twists as the reality of the situation
crashes upon us and I can only shelter her from so much. “Dad never came for Mom,
Jo. He never came.”

Joey’s eyes close. I know this means she’s stopped
listening to me. I glance at Julia and say the thing I’ve needed to say from
the beginning. “Your dad is gone too.” Julia starts to leak tears but doesn't
make a sound, not like Joey who’s sobbing. I hate myself. “All our parents are
dead. The only one who might be alive is our dad and if he is, he stands a very
good chance of being at the base on the coast. He’s a military scientist. They won’t
let him leave there until he helps cure it. That's how it works. So if he’s
alive, I suspect he’s there.”

Sasha comes and wraps her long thin arms around the
girls. “We have each other, and right now that's the most important part.”
Furgus gets up from the fire, panting, and snuggles into the girls. He squishes
all three of them but they don't seem to mind it. I think he senses they need
to be squished with his version of hairy love.

We all sit in silence. I don't know what else to
say. Joey lifts her face, tears still filling her eyes, and murmurs, “Did you
see her? Was she at the house?”

I nod slowly, wishing I could be anywhere else in
the world or that I wasn't the only version of an adult in her life.

She sniffles, wiping her face. “Was she sick?”

I nod again.

That seems to make it better for her. She wipes her
face again and rests her head on our dog. She closes her eyes and holds onto
his thick dark fur.

Lissie and Julia eventually calm down. I have to
imagine we all sort of expected the worst and hearing it is hard, but at the
end of the day, we all knew it would come to this. The last couple days have
proven that.

Sasha strokes their heads, kissing and whispering
comforts softly. She’s a lot like her mother, a nurturing woman.

Erin gives an exhausted sigh. “We have to leave in the
morning. We need to get to the coast by tomorrow. Once we hit the cities on the
coastline it’s going to be brutal there.”

I wince. “It’s like twelve hours of long, hard
driving on Highway 90. Spokane, Seattle, and Everett will be busy cities.”

Lee shakes her head in twitches. “We avoid highways.
No highways.” The panic in her eyes is intense.

Erin bites her lip and is looking like she’s
thinking. “How populated is this area?”

Sasha lifts her head. “Not like Chicago, but it’s
busy enough that the highway might be interesting. From here to Spokane should
be fine. That's the lion’s share of the journey. Once you hit Spokane though,
it’s going to be busy.”

I narrow my gaze. “There was a tank. It drove
through town with a bunch of biters chasing it.”

Sasha rolls her eyes. “That's Danny and the morons.
They stole it from that weird guy who has all the old army crap in his junkyard.”

Erin scoffs. “He has an old tank? They allow that?”

“Yeah, he was some dude who built stuff for the
military back in the day. It doesn't fire. He almost got it taken away, but he
proved it doesn't actually do anything but drive. He made it more for fun.”

Lee looks excited. “Could it fit us all?”

Sasha nods. “You can fit five adults easily but we
can’t take it from Danny. He’ll kill for it. He’s been using it to kill the biters.
He lures them and Kelly and Lance—”

“Anyway, it’s probably a gas guzzler.” I cut Sasha off
and nod toward the girls. Her cheeks brighten as she realizes all our parents
are biters.

Erin nods. “We’d have to gas up every hour. That
won’t work.”

Sasha shakes her head. “No. It has a tank so big,
Danny and them have been driving it for days and they haven’t filled up yet. He
was mentioning it.”

Erin gives me a grin. “Well then, let’s go and pay
those morons a visit.”

It’s a bad idea and I instantly regret mentioning
it, but Sasha beats me to protesting. She shakes her head. “No. We can’t go
down there. We can’t.” The terror in her voice would change my mind but Erin
just grins harder.

Lee sighs, closing her eyes. “Erin, we can’t risk
going down there.”

Erin nods at me. “Sasha says you’re amazing with a
gun.”

I shrug but don't answer. I don't want to go down
there. She looks at Sasha. “You stay here with the little girls. We’ll be
back.”

I look at the bandage on her side. “You’re hurt. We
can’t go down there. You’ll get killed.”

Sasha’s eyes widen. “Or worse.”

Erin shakes her head. “We won’t get caught. Think
of it as redemption, Sasha.” I have to assume Sasha told her the whole story—one
she hasn't even told me.

Sasha hugs the girls whose eyes are all wide. Joey
gives me a look. “Don't go.”

I don't want to explain anything to her. I shake my
head. “I’m not going. We’ll stay here, and then in the morning we’ll leave for
the coast to see if Dad’s there stuck on a base.”

She swallows hard, not believing me fully. I nod my
head at the upstairs. “But you girls need to go to bed. We have to leave
early.” I don't meet Erin’s gaze. I know she’s trying to find out if I mean
what I say. I’m not sure if I do or not, but I’m not discussing it in front of ten
and eleven-year-olds.

Sasha stands, shoving Furgus off of them all. “I’ll
tuck you girls in.” She gives me an evil look but I ignore it. Furgus shakes
his coat and saunters up the stairs with the girls.

My stomach is in knots and my throat feels thick,
but the tank would guarantee my sister’s safety. And I have a sneaky suspicion
the look in Erin’s beautiful blue eyes would mean revenge on Danny for whatever
he did to Sasha. I think I want both and I know my mind is made up.

The discussion is a series of intense whispers,
arguing both sides. We reach an agreement the moment Sasha comes downstairs.
The look on her face swings my vote. “Fine, let’s go.”

Sasha shakes her head. “Don't. It’s not worth it.”

I look straight into her bright-blue eyes and lie, “We’re
going to find a bigger vehicle and some gas cans so we can just drive across.
We aren’t going for the tank. My SUV is out of gas, so if we can’t find a
bigger one, we’ll just find gas for mine.”

She doesn't believe me but she nods. “Hurry.”

We leave, driving down in Lee’s crappy little car,
she had stolen somewhere between Maine and here, in a hurried rush to get to
the West Coast. I glance at Erin in the passenger seat. “Your wound is pretty
bad. I don't think this is a good idea for you.”

She lifts the MK25. “I don't have to be strong or
fast, just accurate.” There’s a crazy look in her eyes. It almost matches Mr.
Milson’s. “Your friend thought I was sleeping when she told me what had happened
to her. She said she had to tell someone before she went crazy from it. Trust
me, this Danny asshole deserves all he’s going to get.”

My insides light on fire as I imagine what went
down. I wish I could change how things had happened.

We spend the rest of the ride plotting in a way
that only three bitter girls can.

When we get back into town I am mystified at the
lack of biters. It’s insane. There are none.

“Where are the biters?”

I swallow hard. “Dead.”

Lee gives me a look in the rearview mirror. “Those
guys are crazy, aren’t they?”

I nod, staring at her reflection. “I think so.” She
gulps and I join her. My nerves are on edge. She drives to my old neighborhood,
turning when I point to the street. “This is her street. If they’re even still here,”
I mention, not really thinking about it.

“I’m sure Sasha wasn't the only girl there.” Erin
sighs. Her words bring a fire in my belly but it isn’t fear. Not anymore. The
dark street doesn't scare me the same way it might have before.

Before my mom died alone, twitching and starving
for blood.

Before my dad got stuck and couldn't come to me the
way he promised he would.

Before a boy I have never liked made my friend do
things because no one could protect her.

Before my sister had to shoot her own mother
to protect herself.

Before all this happened.

The girl I was before would have run from the dark
street. But now I see the point Erin is arguing about making him pay. And I
need his tank to keep my sister safe.

Erin gives me a look. “You ready?”

I nod, shoving the gun into the back of my pants
like my dad told me not to. Lee pulls over and gives us both a worried look.
“Be careful, okay?” When we get out, she turns the car off and sits there in
the silence of the dark.

We walk along the sidewalk until we can hear
it—a party.

“That them?”

“Probably.” I nod, wondering how may are there now.

She shoves the gun in her pants like me and walks.
“Have you killed anyone yet?”

I shake my head. “I don't know. Maybe.”

“Don't think of them as people. Think of like
Shaun of the Dead
or
The Walking Dead.
That’s the only way.
They aren’t people.” For a pretty girl, she’s a downer.

We know we’re at the right place when we see
headlights shining at the house. Music blares from one of the cars and a
bonfire lights the backyard. A guy with a gun stands at the back gate, guarding
it. I freeze when I see a biter, but the dude lifts the hunting rifle in his
arms and fires, dropping the biter to the ground. He lowers the weapon but his
face doesn't change. He took a life, even if it was just a biter’s life, and
doesn't even seem fazed.

Erin gives me a look. “Ready?”

“No.” But I nod, waving at the guy when we are
close enough for him to see.

He lifts the gun but pauses when Erin smiles wide.
“Hey there, big guy.” He lowers the weapon, confused but maybe excited at the
prospect of more girls to party with. “You
girls been
bitten?”

“Really?” I sigh, offering him a sarcastic look.
“Dude, we’re not running around, trying to chomp our teeth down on you.”

He flashes a grin and instantly I recognize him.
He’s one of the guys who
smokes
a ton of pot at our
school. He rarely comes to school, and when he does, he’s in the shop most of
the time. He’s big on fixing cars and smoking weed. He’s a senior with me.

“Lou, is that you?” He grins and I can tell he’s
obviously high and holding a weapon . . . awesome.

“Yeah. You’re Jared, right?”

“Yeah.” His eyes trail off to the supermodel on my
right. “And who is this?”

“My cousin, Erin. She wants to party. I told her I
knew Danny and them were partying.”

He grins wider. “Well, the more chicks the better.
It’s a sausage party in there right now. A couple girls bailed earlier. You
know Jamie? She’s here.”

My eyes lift to the house. “No way!” I try to sound
excited and not devastated, thinking of beautiful Jamie with her glossy red
hair and delicate porcelain face in the greasy fingers of Danny Hillman. That
would make me gag.

“Yeah, she’s pretty drunk tonight but she’s here.
We found her yesterday, hiding out and hungry.” He opens the gate. He doesn't
even search us for guns. He’s not that smart.

The backyard is filled with kids I know, from freshmen
to seniors. Everyone is drinking and dancing to the music around the fire. It
has a
Lord of The Flies
feel to it
and I have a bad feeling I’m Piggy.

Jamie is sitting at the fire. I spot her first. Her
glossy red hair is pulled into a high ponytail and she looks drunk off her ass.
I glance at Erin, giving her a look. “Danny is the one over by the fence,
peeing.”

“Of course he is.” She nods. “Cut the head from the
snake and the body dies. That's been my experience.” She walks directly to him,
strutting like she doesn't have a gash in her side or an infection.

I walk to Jamie, hoping Lance and Kelly don't
notice me. Kids wave or nod, not really excited to see me or just too high and
drunk to care. I want to hug each of them and tell them I’m excited they’re alive,
but they don't seem to want to return the love. I drop down to my knees next to
Jamie. “Hey,” I whisper in her ear.

She glances at me sideways, not putting much effort
into the greeting. Her eyes narrow as she focuses on my face. Instantly, the
corners of her mouth lift, but I place a hand over her lips. “Shhhhhhh. I don't
want Danny to know I’m here.”