Rebirth (9 page)

The clouds backed off, bathing the forest in light just as Sid realized what was producing the eerie sound. As we hadn’t seen rain in over a week, a sudden breeze picked up dust from the forest floor, filling Sid’s eyes with the grit. He raised his arms to protect his face from the stinging needles and debris caught up in the abrupt wind storm. But as quickly as it had come, it left. Sid wiped his eyes with both hands, his weapon slung over his shoulder, his eyes tearing up, blindly walking along the beaten path. Having walked the path a hundred times, both in life and in our post-Apocalyptic present, he knew every step and could navigate the way safely, blindfolded, on a bet. But something startled him as he bumped into a foreign object impeding his progress to the shed.

He immediately backed off, opening his blurry eyes, blinking away the remaining grit, rifle pulled out in front of him.

As his vision began to return he realized the object was suspended in space, hanging from one of the larger trees in the middle of the path. The object was not a fallen branch. It was Seth, rope attached to his neck.

Sidney spun around, blinking madly, searching the darkness for those responsible. Were they watching him? Was he next?

There was little doubt in his mind as to who had done this. But why? Seth would never have done this to himself.

With the wind came the rains, hard and falling fast. It would last only a few minutes, but long enough to turn the hardened soil into a mucky mess, exacerbating Sidney’s desperate effort to ascend the hill and protect his friends.

Chapter Nineteen

The following day I made up my mind. They needed to die. They had murdered Seth. They could not be allowed to hurt us, or especially my baby. Sid checked on Skylab and confirmed our three enemies were now sitting quietly, drinking what remained of the alcohol and smoking what little weed was left. We went to work immediately. They were too proficient with their weapons, and I was afraid if a gun fight ensued we’d lose. So, I’d decided to torch the house that night. First we’d pack our gear, food and water and lay it out behind the pool for easy retrieval. How it had come to this I couldn’t say. These strangers had been my friends. We had relied on one another during the most difficult time in our lives. But something had happened to them. Something had snapped in their brains. Like undomesticated animals, they had allowed their instinctual selves to take over in survival-mode. Perhaps the same thing was happening to me. Like a lioness protecting her cubs, I would stop at nothing to see no more harm came to those I loved, those I had left. They had to die.

“Where will we go?” Sid asked.

“North,” I said confidently. “That’s the plan. That’s where I’m going, with Leif.”

“We’re going wherever you’re going, Sara.” Caroline confirmed, and it was done. We would go north, as Joel had instructed in his unconscious state, on his death bed.

After the provisions were bagged and stashed under cover of darkness, we barricaded both the house and the garage doors, locking them in. They were blissfully unaware of our intentions as we carried out my orders, using old food tins to pour fuel from the tanker around the perimeter of the house. I even dumped a can on the Caddy and whispered an apology to Joel’s absent father. We then moved inside the house and carefully spilled the fuel up and down the central staircase. Sid had suggested this: the more that ignites immediately the less chance they have of making it out. With that logic in mind, I continued to pour the contents of the tanker throughout the house. I wanted to be doubly sure they didn’t make it out.

As I entered the kitchen I heard a door swing open on the second floor, and froze. I heard laughing and then Kevin complained about a smell.

“Why does it smell like lighter fluid or gasoline or something up here?”

Jesus, this wasn’t going to work. I thought they had smoked themselves to sleep.

“Close the fucking door,” I heard Fred shout at him.

“No really, there’s a smell out here.”

“Then go see what it is.” That was Earl. I was still standing stock-still in the kitchen, afraid my plan was now in tatters. If Kevin came down the stairs he’d surely notice they were wet, and put it together.

“What is that?” He was at the top of the stairs now and coming down. “What the fuck…” Shit. This was it, he was going to report back to the others and-

“Kevin.” It was Sid. Oh, thank God. Sid was coming up from the basement.

“Sid, you smell that?”

“Yeah, man. Come here, I want to show you something.”

“You know what this is? Should I get Earl?” They met in the front hall.

“Do you need to bother Earl?” Sid played him perfectly.

Kevin glanced up the curving stairs and shrugged his narrow shoulders. “Guess not.”

“Are the others up in Skylab?”

“Yeah, man. What’s the deal, Sid?” Kevin lifted his bare foot and wiped away the fuel. “Is this what I think it is?”

That was the last thing that ever came out of Kevin’s mouth. I watched from the kitchen as Sid wrapped an arm around his neck blocking his airway. Kevin was immediately incapacitated. No longer in control of his own body, his face distorted and began to turn purple as he struggled against the grip. Sidney started to shake him violently, lifting his whole body up into the air and crashing him down on the tile until Kevin stopped struggling. The look on Sid’s face was one of desperation. His lips parted and his own face reddened. As Sid’s hold forced Kevin to the floor, still squeezing, I saw in him a sense of relief as a final jerk gave way to a sickening snap.

He quickly got to his feet and dragged the lifeless Kevin to the basement. I stood frozen, still in the entranceway to the kitchen when Sid reemerged.

“We need to get this done now, Sara,” he explained in no uncertain terms. “We need to finish this.”

A sense of urgency propelled me into action. My baby, safe with Caroline and waiting for us at the back sliding doors, remained a secret to the others. Since their return to the house, they had sequestered themselves in Skylab. Thoughts of Seth, and of their callous brutality, spurred me on. I was weak from the delivery, but strong enough to finish what I’d started.

As Sid and I met in the walk-out basement, we tossed what remained in our gas cans on the carpet that adorned the floor next to the fireplace.

“This is it,” he said.

“This is it,” I repeated, and lit the match.

Caroline handed my baby to me and the three of us stood back to watch the basement catch fire. The flames roared in my ears as they licked the ceiling, the heat intolerable within seconds.

“You go to safety now, Sara. You too, Caroline.” Sidney’s face had taken on a orange glow as he watched the fire dance through the house. “I’ll watch that they don’t get out.”

Caroline looked worried, her forehead creased while her lips parted.

“No,” I spoke up over the increasingly deafening sound of the flames. “I’ll hide out in the field and wait for you both.”

Caroline smiled and touched the baby’s head.

“We’ll be right behind you, Sara.”

“I know. Be safe, and see you soon.” I turned and ran as fast as I could with Leif clenched tightly to my body and didn’t stop running until the sound of the fire was just out of earshot. I threw down my heavy back pack and cradled Leif in his makeshift swaddle which hung around my shoulder and midriff, securing him to my chest.

I gasped for air a moment and sat down hard on the field floor. Then I watched as the fire began to crawl up the exterior walls and consume the roof. How could anyone escape something like that? Yet I watched. Just to be sure.

Chapter Twenty

My baby at my breast, I stared as the house I’d called home for over a year burned with a brightness that blotted out the moon and stars. Where were Sid and Caroline? They were all I had left. They shouldn’t have stayed behind. There I was all alone, but they had been positioned right next to the exit, so surely nothing could have gone wrong. The house burned like a beacon in the night beyond the muddy expanse of the cornfields, framed by the blackened forest to the southwest and the dirt road coming to a T along the east.

Gun shots! I knelt and shielded Leif with my body. I wasn’t so far away that a stray bullet couldn’t find me. The shots rang in my ears as they became more frequent. I hadn’t considered a shoot out.

“Please, let them get away,” I whispered to the night, wishing for Caroline and Sidney to find me. I couldn’t do this alone.

An explosion burst from the back of the house. I could feel the heat of it, even at this distance. The ground vibrated under my knees. The gas tank. I could almost taste it. The smell forced my free hand up to cover my mouth and nose.

I could barely make out a silhouette moving toward me and my baby. Were they running? I took a chance and screamed over the roar of the explosions. “Caroline?!” No answer. “Sid?” Still no answer. Next I cursed myself for having called out at all. If this wasn’t either Caroline or Sidney, I had just given myself up to the enemy. Remembering Joel’s pistol in my bag, I retrieved it. I made myself as small as I could in the dirt, careful not to make a sound. My child was strangely quiet under his sheet. Panicked by Leif’s stillness, I unwrapped his head and kissed his warm cheek. He buried his face into my hand. Where was the silhouette? I’d lost them. Oh Jesus, I thought to myself. I held my breath and listened. Perhaps I’d imagined it?

The roar of the fire increased as it consumed more and more of the house, drowning out any footsteps in the field. But still, I waited, and watched.

I waited there, in that spot and watched the flames burn themselves out, all the while hoping to see Caroline and Sidney. But as the dawn approached, I knew I had lost them as well. I was now completely alone.

Chapter Twenty One

My baby slept in his wrap tight to my chest, waking up three times through the night to eat, then drifting back to sleep, oblivious to the horror I had just witnessed. He wasn’t feeding effectively yet, but this night, at least, he slept a little. I did not sleep. I panned the landscape for movement. Nothing. No one. A steady line of smoke twisted up into the ever brightening morning sky from a central point in the rubble. I heard a snapping from inside the house, then a crunching that went on and on. A wall collapsed in on itself and took the majority of the house along with it. The crash was deafening.

As I bent to stretch my lower back, my eyes locked on last night’s silhouette. He was lying on the ground face down, not twelve feet from where I’d spent the night.

“Jesus,” I said aloud. Which one was it? Earl? Freddy? Too tall to be Earl.

“Freddy!” I exclaimed, sure it was Fred. He did not respond. Shrapnel protruded from his back. He must have staggered out of the inferno, having escaped the flames through a second floor window, then been taken down by debris from the explosion. A large piece of metal was pointing towards the sky. His hair was crusty, scorched. His pants had stuck to his legs at the back. I wasn’t sure his face would be recognizable but I turned it towards me to confirm his identity. It was Fred, his expression forever etched with a look of agony.

“Earl.” I spoke with contempt. I hated what he’d become. The way he’d taken the reins the past few months, the way he’d talked his way into the broken hearts and minds of our friends. After Joel, Earl had seized his opportunity. Unfortunately many of my friends, our friends, had fallen under his spell. The idea of revenge was a powerful tool. Earl knew it, and he used it to his advantage.

Now I found myself without a home, without a friend. Alone.

The baby rustled and began to whimper. I lifted my shirt. He screamed as I tried to nurse him. Why was it this hard? Sometimes getting him to nurse was mentally exhausting. I didn’t have the tools they showed in the text books: the breast pump, the bottles. I hated to think of my baby as a burden. He was everything to me. But the lack of sleep and the endless torturous sessions at my breast were almost enough to make me shut down.

I was utterly exhausted. My eyes caught the sunrise moving behind the smoke, rising from the wreckage. The smoke blurred the colors, making the morning seem more sultry.

I was afraid to approach the smoldering rubble to look for Sid and Caroline. How could I do this on my own? But I had to. As my mind raced, I cautiously approached the remains of the house.

That’s when I spotted them lying on their backs behind the pool, on the decline that led into the woods. They were motionless. To my horror I confirmed my friend’s fate.

“Caroline! Sid!” I choked. I caressed Caroline’s face and hugged her lifeless body against mine with one arm, Leif in the other, shaking all the while. But there was no wishing them back. I laid her back down, next to Sid. I kissed their heads and closed their eyes. I took their hands and interlocked their fingers. When I stood to look at them one last time I broke down and cried recklessly. The baby cried with me and I made no effort to sooth him.

They’d been shot point blank. Was it Fred, in one last evil act before he collapsed in the field with a piece of hot shrapnel in his back? Maybe Earl escaped and found them, exacting his revenge. I spun around, eyeing the woods and the rubble. Imagine, if it was all for nothing? The possibility tortured me. If Fred had nearly gotten away, why not Earl?