Season Of Decay (The Decaying World Saga Book 2) (7 page)

She reached him and brushed the dirt from his face. A fresh line of blood ran into his hair from a cut above his eye. Mia dabbed at the wound with the end of her shirt and she was relieved when his eyes fluttered then opened. He smiled at her.

“I’m not sure we thought that through all the way,” he said.

Mia sighed and sat back. Asher was up and moving, directing the closest responders.

“Let’s start pulling the wounded back,” he said.

Mia caught Rowan rolling his eyes and she laughed.

“My hero,” he said. “I’ll be fine.”

Mia nodded then stood up. Her concern turned to the cries for help. She still couldn’t place the voice, but she feared they’d made a terrible mistake. A group of responders got to Rowan and she backed away. Asher grabbed her hand and didn’t let go. The forced move surprised her.

“Let’s go see what’s left,” he said.

Asher gathered a small group of the remaining armed soldiers and they headed back down the passageway connecting the hives. The destruction was obvious at first glance. The explosion cut off the split in the hallway beyond the breach, taking down the connection tunnel between hive five and six. It took them a while to get past the rock and twisted metal but the result left hope. One side of the branching hall survived the explosion, leaving a way to get into hive five and the generators hidden somewhere in the lower levels.

Mia stood in the center of the hall, staring at the pile of rock. There was no sign of the plea for help, nothing that could trigger her recognition. Something pulled at her heartstrings. She heard her name and the gentle voice cut through her deliberations.

“Mia?”

She found Gabriel’s round face pushing between the responders. It was the unmistakable fear in his eyes that instantly frightened her. He rushed toward her, but she couldn’t bring herself to move. His voice quivered when he spoke again.

“We have to get in there,” he pleaded.

Mia braced herself. Gabriel’s eyes were wide, his face streaked with panic.

“They’re down there,” he said.

Mia’s heart seized up in her chest. She leaned in toward him and grabbed him by the shoulders.

“Who?” she demanded, “Who’s down there?”

The blood drained from the boy’s face. His voice shook as he found his answer.

“Jonah, Bree, Bale, and Tate,” he swallowed hard, “They all are.”

7

“What was he thinking?”

Mia searched for answers around the room, but no one would look at her. She wasn’t talking to anyone in particular. Asher was close to Sara, the two going over all of the information they were able to gather. The dread on Gabriel’s face hinted that he might burst into tears at any moment.

“What was he thinking?” she repeated.

Mia was madder than she’d ever been in her entire life. Jonah had lied to her and stolen one of the access keys. All of her anger at Jonah was a fraud and deep down Mia knew it. She kept herself furious in order to fight back the terrible fear lurking underneath. She wouldn’t be able to forgive herself if something happened to her brother, and at the moment, she couldn’t bring herself to even consider it. She remained focused on her anger.

Mia was aware that everyone was avoiding her and that intensified her feelings. She locked on to Rowan as he appeared in the doorway. He had a large bandage covering one side of his head, the gauze wrapped around his forehead to hold it in place. She headed for him and they stepped out in the hallway together.

“I’m going to kill him,” she said.

Rowan took ahold of her hands.

“Try to calm down,” he said. “Let’s focus on getting them back first.” He looked around the room at the tribal council and the assortment of others hashing through the situation. “What did I miss?”

“Not much,” she admitted. “They’re going over everything we know,” she paused, “or at least everything we think we know.”

“I don’t suppose Gabriel explained why they went down there in the first place.”

She glared at him.

“They wanted to prove they could find the missing crew,” she said. “To show they were just as brave as you.”

Rowan’s brow rose then he flashed an apologetic grin.

“What the hell are the Knights of Rowan?” she asked.

He shrugged.

“It’s not me,” he said. “I didn’t have anything to do with it.”

Mia dropped the line of questioning.

“There aren’t any good ideas on how we’re going to get them out,” she said. “I have to come up with something. They won’t last long down there.”

She tried to turn back toward the room, but Rowan didn’t let go of her hands. He waited, forcing her to look at him again.

“How are you holding up?” he asked.

“I can’t get my mind wrapped around it,” she said. “I’m sure there’s a way to–”

Rowan put his hand on her chin and the gentle touch was enough to get her to stop.

“How are you holding up?” he repeated.

The concern in his voice hit her first and the impact nearly brought down her wall of strength. She clenched her teeth and held her breath to keep from crying. She was suddenly mad at herself and didn’t know why. Rowan kept his hand in place and wouldn’t let her look away until she gave him an answer.

“I’m barely hanging on,” she admitted. “I need him back, Rowan.”

He nodded and let her go. She found a seat at the table then kept an eye on Rowan as he settled in against the back wall on the other side of the room. She allowed herself a moment to gather her thoughts and steady her emotions. Asher had center stage.

“We must focus all of our energy on securing the generators and getting them back online.”

The number of nods around the table gave a general sense of the room. Mia felt her head begin to spin.

“How does this help us find Jonah and the kids?” she asked.

Her question brought the room to a stop. It took her a moment to realize that the safety of the kids had fallen to the wayside. Sara tried to respond.

“Mia, it is the council’s responsibility to do what’s best for the entire tribe.”

The shock of the moment overwhelmed Mia. She slipped her hands into her lap under the table to hide the shaking. Rowan took a step toward the table and she focused in on him as she tried to breathe.

“I don’t understand,” she said. “I know we have to get the generators on, but there are four of our own, four children, trapped down there.”

The sadness on Sara’s face was clear.

“We don’t know if they survived the blast.”

The sound of her response hit Mia in the gut. Asher’s eyes were on her, but the rest of the council broke into quiet conversation. She felt the world spin around her.

“I’ll go after them.”

The assertion brought the sporadic conversations to a halt. Mia’s head popped up and locked on Rowan. He stood at the edge of the table looking around the room. Mia ran his comment through her head a few times before she found her voice.

“How?” she asked.

“I can climb down the pit, topside,” he said.

The idea was a ridiculous one and Mia knew it. The pit, or the cavernous gorge, exposed by the explosion of the compound’s security system, dropped several stories down through hive six to the former cage that was used to house Canaan’s slave workers. The moaning howls that still cried up from the massive opening hinted at the dead and possibly infected still thriving in the dark depths.

“How?” she asked again.

“A number of platforms that line the shaft are still intact,” he said. “I’ll climb down to one of the landings that still opens up into the hive.”

The landings were sporadically placed around the wall of the cavern. Mia and Rowan used them to aid in their escape from the depths of Canaan. Following the detonation of the security system and the formation of the tribal council, it was all but decided that hive six would be left closed off permanently. The small amount of detail they’d gained about the makeup of the hive from the former residents didn’t promise enough reward to outweigh the risk of exploration. Mia felt a moment of hope followed by a moment of clarity.

“You’ll get yourself killed.”

He stared at her.

“Not if I’m smart about it,” he said. “We have a good idea of where they are.”

“Where they were,” Asher corrected. “After the explosion, they would have had to get out of that passage or any of the rooms on that hall.” He glanced at Mia then around the table. “If they could get out at all.”

Mia knew what everyone else was thinking. There was a good chance the kids were already dead. If the explosion didn’t kill them, it surely would have trapped them and marked them as easy bait for the dead not wiped out in the blast. Pain rose up from her jaw and spread across the side of her face before she realized she was grinding her teeth.

She wanted to collect her thoughts. She wanted to give herself time to come up with a plan that wouldn’t put anyone else at risk. Mia knew what Sara would say to her if they could speak in private. The tribal council had to consider what was best for the tribe. Asher cut through her internal deliberation.

“I’ll go with Rowan.”

The collective air was sucked out of the room. Several of the council members objected all at once. Rowan joined in with their protest although Mia guessed his motives were more personal than the others. Asher waited until the noise died down before continuing.

“We can send a good-sized crew into hive five to be safe,” he said. “We still have diagrams for most of the levels. All they need to do is locate the generators and set up a safe perimeter between the breach and the generator core station.”

“You don’t need to be a part of that team?” Sara asked.

He shook his head.

“No. Once they locate it, I’ll gather up the remaining engineers and we’ll get to work.”

Hinnick shook his head.

“That doesn’t give you the right to go running off with him on some wild chase.”

Mia had to bite her lip to keep herself from shouting back at him. The man’s disregard for the safety of the kids tore at her gut.

“Just because you don’t need to be there until we can locate the generators,” Hinnick continued, “doesn’t mean you should go get yourself killed before you have a chance to work on them.”

The comment was enough to silence the room. Mia watched a grin flash across Rowan’s face then disappear before anyone else noticed it. She knew Rowan had no interest in teaming up with Asher, but the thought of him going down into that pit alone was too much for her. She spit out a half-concocted plan.

“We’ll ask for volunteers,” she said. “Surely there are others who would see the value in searching for some of our children.” She stressed the words
our children
.

“I’m not asking for permission.”

Asher’s assertion drew all eyes back to him.

“I’m going with Rowan,” he continued before anyone else could object. “This needs to be quick and it needs to happen now. There’s no time to ask for volunteers.”

Mia was overwhelmed and the heartfelt pain surprised her more than anything else did. The thought of Rowan going down there was enough of a shock to her system, but the idea that they’d both be in danger was more than she could handle. She wanted to say something, anything to get them to think of another way. The look on their faces told her everything she needed to know.

Rowan started for the door before Mia could get another word out. She hesitated to go after him then Asher pushed his chair back and walked around the table. The entire room broke into a loud debate, most of them shouting at Asher as he tried to exit the room. Mia gave up and ran after Rowan with Asher pushing through the crowd. Rowan was already in the hall when she caught up to him.

“This is crazy,” she said, looking back and forth between them. “You’re going to get killed.”

Rowan spun around to face her.

“What do you want me to do?” he asked. “You really want to wait around for them to agree on something? Jonah will be dead by the time they make up their minds.”

“That’s not fair,” Asher said. “It’s not their job to worry about four kids.”

Rowan became animated as he stomped toward Mia. Asher took a few steps forward and she thought she might have to keep them apart.

“Spare me the standard response,” Rowan said. “I’ve heard it too many times. The needs of the many, blah, blah, blah.”

Mia threw her arms straight out on either side in time to place a palm on each of their chests.

“Of course you don’t care,” Asher said. “You don’t care about anybody, but yourself.”

The hallway went silent, and Mia realized all of the conversation in the conference room had died away. She felt pressure against both hands as Rowan and Asher tried to take another step toward each other. Rowan had a hand on the hilt of his knife. Mia considered throwing her arms around him to keep him from pulling the blade free.

“You think you’re better than me?”

Mia was shocked by Rowan’s question.

“You think because I know nothing of the old world that it somehow makes me less than you,” he said. Asher didn’t respond. “Let’s see what happens when all of this is gone and the infected are hunting you.”

Mia had heard as much as she could take.

“That’s enough,” she said then gave them both a shove for good measure. “This isn’t helping anything.” She focused on Rowan. “I don’t like the idea of you going down there, but I don’t know what else to do,” she admitted. Her heart hurt and her emotions overwhelmed her common sense. “Just bring them back.”

♦

Clouds covered the moon, blocking out the familiar pale light. The cold wind blew across the snow-covered valley with little to hold it back. Mia’s boots sank into the snow with every step. She had her eyes on the two young men standing near the edge of the massive gorge that led down through the center of hive six. The lights hanging around their necks made them glow in the darkness. Rowan’s youthful face still held on to the boy Mia grew up with, but Asher’s features spoke more to the man he’d become.

Mia listened for confrontation as she approached, but didn’t find any. She was content that, for the moment, the two young men had stopped arguing with one another. It was apparent that they agreed on what they needed to do. Mia had a brewing suspicion that the relative truce wouldn’t last long once they were off on their own.

A number of other tribesmen and women were working on a set of riggings connected to a long climbing net. The support system would have to hold the climbers’ weight as they attempted to navigate the damaged walls of the gorge. It was also the one thing they’d have available to get Jonah and the others back to the surface if they found them. The entire plan felt rushed at best and doomed at worst. Mia was doing her best not to consider the odds of success, but it was proving to be a futile gesture.

“You’re sure that you have everything you need?” she asked when she was close enough. “There’s nothing else?”

Rowan tore his stare away from the descent ahead of them.

“I don’t think I could carry anything else even if I wanted to,” he said.

Mia forced him to take food and water along with his requirement of weapons.

“You’ll thank me for it,” she said.

Asher forced himself into the conversation.

“We’ll be in and out.”

“Don’t say that,” Rowan countered. “You don’t know that and neither do I.”