S.W. Tanpepper's GAMELAND, Season One Omnibus (38 page)

He sees the cardkey in my hand and says, “Oh. You are.” He lets his head sink back onto the pillow and closes his eyes.

My own smile falters. “I'm not with anyone, Reg. It's just me. I escaped.”

He lifts his head again and frowns at me. I can see the struggle in his face, the wanting to believe me and the doubt. Another wave of hatred comes over me for Arc. Look what they've done to us, made us all suspicious of each other.

I flash the cardkey at him so he can see that it's Mabel's picture on it and not mine.

“
If I get my hands on that bitch,” he snarls, “I won't—”

“
It's cool, Reg. Don't worry. I took care of her.”

“
Do you know what she did to me?” He sputters as he tries not to say words he knows I hate hearing. “I hope you fucking killed her. I hate that bitch.”

He must see the look on my face. He must know what it means, because he stops and his eyes widen.

“
Did you?”

I wince. “She's dead. Except… Fuck, how do I explain this? I'm not even sure about it myself. She's not dead.”

“
What? She's either dead or she's not, right?”

“
She's neither.”

“
You're not making any sense.”

I shake my head and sigh. “Look, there's no time to explain. Just get your lazy, fat ass out of that bed and come with me.”

“
I would, except…” He tries to lift his good arm. The sheet slips off it and I see that he's handcuffed to the rail. “I know this has always been one of your fantasies, to get me handcuffed in bed.”

“
Really?” I chuff. “You're going to go there? Because I'll just leave your ass here.”

“
Okay, okay.” He laughs. “The key's on that chain you're carrying.”

He gestures at the cardkey.

I hold up the tiny metal rod. I'd thought it was some kind of trinket. “So that's what this is. I was wondering.”

I move over to the other side of the bed. “Promise, no more bad jokes.”

“
What bad jokes? They're all gems. Now unlock the cuffs. Pretty please.”

I roll my eyes but go ahead. Too much time is passing to argue.

Reggie immediately tries to swing his legs over the edge of the bed. He winces in pain.

“
You broke your arm?”

“
Dislocated.” He rotates his shoulder to show me and I see a flicker of pain cross his face. He tries to mask it. “Still a little sore. I can feel it clicking or something inside.” He waves my hand away. “Where's Ash?”

“
Next door. She's…okay. Sort of.”

“
Tell me the truth.” There's that look of fear in his eyes.

“
She's alive. But she's drugged. Look, we need to find everyone else and get out of here.”

I check the time. It's almost four already.

Reggie nods. He starts to stand up, then abruptly sits back down again. “Um… Would you mind turning around?”

“
Oh, Jesus, Reg! Really? A moment ago you were joking about handcuffs, and now you're suddenly Mr. Modesty?”

“
Well?”

“
Just wrap a sheet around yourself and come on. I still haven't found Micah yet. Or our clothes.”

I grab his pillow and shove it between the door and the jamb to keep it from shutting all the way and locking, then I leave him to figure out how to manage the sheet on his own.

“
Let's go, Reg,” I yell, as I'm opening the door to the next room. “Any day now.”

A faint voice calls from inside the room: “Jessie, is that you?” It's familiar, and for a moment I think it's Micah. But then I know it's not. It's a voice I hadn't expected to hear in here.

If ever again.

What's he doing in here? How?

I hear him laugh with relief. “Yeah, it's me, Jessie.” Something rattles, metal on metal, another handcuff. “Sorry if I don't get up, but I'm a little—”

But I don't wait for him to finish. I spin around and whirl back out into the hallway.

“
Hey!” he cries. “Where are you—”

The door closes, cutting him off.

Jake's alive. He's here. I don't know how that's possible, but it also means Kelly's alive and here, too.

Don't get your hopes up, girl.

We've already lost one. Don't want to lose another.

Who did he mean? Kelly or Micah?

They're the only ones left. And there's only one more room I haven't checked: the one marked CENTRAL COMMUNICATIONS.

I stand in front of the door, unwilling and unable to move. If Kelly's alive, he has to be behind this last door. But if I find Micah instead, then…

I lower my head and lean it against the door. I don't want to think about either of those scenarios. I don't want either of them to be true. I just want them both to be alive and safe and all of us back home.

Maybe they're both in there.

Somehow I know they won't be.

I slip the cardkey into the slot. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Reggie coming out of his room. The sheet is wrapped around him toga-style and he's using his good hand to hold it closed. He's not doing a completely effective job at it. I get a flash of skin I'd rather not have.

I gesture at the door between us. “Jake's in there.”

“
Jake's here? But how? Where's…” I can almost hear what's going through his mind. Where's Kelly. That's what he was going to say.

I shake my head. “This is the last room. They've got to be in here.”

They. Not he.

Micah and Kelly.

Or maybe just Kelly.

But not just Micah.

Please God, let it be both.

A thump comes from my room. Reggie spins and takes a step toward it.

“
Don't go in there!” I yell, startling him. It's unnecessary for me to shout. Without the cardkey, nobody can open that door.

“
Nurse Bitch?” he says.

Something scratches on the other side of the door, as if she recognizes her name. Then there's a low moan, almost inaudible. I feel it more than actually hear it. The hair on my scalp rises. Reggie looks at me in alarm.

I nod. “I told you it was complicated.”

He hurries over to me, his mouth working overtime but not saying anything. I can almost see the questions piling up inside his head, all vying to get out, all at the same time. Unfortunately, I don't have answers to any of them.

Contingencies
. That's what they'd said. How can anyone volunteer for something like this?

I pull the key from the lock, turn the handle, and push against the door. But it doesn't yield. I try the key again. The little red light doesn't change to green.

“
What the hell?”

“
Backwards?” Reggie suggests.

I turn it around and retry the lock. Still nothing.

“
Damn it!” I cry, slapping the door in frustration. Three more attempts yield the same result. Now I'm positive Kelly's on the other side of that door. I can almost taste it in the back of my mouth. He's there and I can't get to him. It's fate getting back at me for killing Mabel. “God damn it!”

Reggie gently pulls me away. “Let me try.” But then he points out the keypad beside the door. I'd totally missed it.

“
Don't suppose you know the code?” he asks. I shake my head and he says, “Didn't think so. Just when we could use Micah to hack something, turns out we have to hack it to find him.”

I don't say anything. I don't want him to know my thoughts, that I hope and pray it's not Micah on the other side of that door.

“
Which room is Ashley's?” Reggie asks. “She might be able to crack this fucker.”

“
She won't be hacking anything for a while. She's too out of it.”

He sighs, then tries ramming the door with his good shoulder. After that doesn't work, he kicks viciously at it. But while the door rattles loosely in the frame, it doesn't budge. And the noise is just agitating Zombie Mabel all the more. She's slapping on the door now, clawing, trying to push her way through it. The moaning is even louder.

“
Creepy,” Reggie says. He gives her door a worried look before returning his gaze to the one before us. “But if I can't bust this door down, we know she won't be coming through hers anytime soon.”

“
It's not her I'm afraid of getting to us, Reg. It's the people she worked for, Arc. We're running out of time.”

“
Arc? They're the ones who did all this. Christ, we're fucked. They got their fingers in everything.”

I slip down the wall until I'm sitting on the floor. I rest my head in my hands and try to think. Reggie stands in front of me being his usual useless self, waiting for someone else to make the tough decisions. I want to yell at him to do something, but I know it'll only make things worse. Finally, he turns and goes in to check on Ashley. A minute later he comes back out again.

“
She's blotto.”

He uses the key to go into Jake's room.

I put my head in my arms. “Kelly,” I moan. “Kelly.”

Mabel calms down again.

Reggie and Jake come out a few minutes later. Jake's sheet is wrapped tightly around his own waist. Unlike Reggie's, it looks pretty secure.

Standing side by side, Jake looks fitter and stronger than Reggie does. Both their faces are a little leaner than they were almost a week ago, but Jake started off heavier than the rest of us and so doesn't look quite so bad.

It's because he doesn't have the bruises.

Jake wasn't anywhere near the explosion. The Harlem tunnel was blocked; they didn't go inside.

So where did they go when their signals disappeared?

“
What do you want to do, Jess?” Jake quietly asks. He kneels down, rubbing the soreness from his wrist.

Reggie tosses me the cardkey before heading down the hallway to Ashley's room. He disappears inside.

Now I get up. I've got an idea. It's not totally original, but, hey, it worked once before.

“
Fire extinguisher,” I say, setting my jaw. I head down the hall past Ashley's room to where an extinguisher sign hangs from the ceiling.

“
You're going to burn the door down?”

“
I believe I said
extinguisher
, not starter. If we're lucky, there's an axe.”

“
You and your axes,” he says. He was there on LI when I used one to chop a few zoms down to size.

But when I get to the end of the hall, there's no axe, just the extinguisher. I hesitate for half a second before yanking it out of its little glass home. I heft it in my hands and test the weight. It'll have to do. Jake watches me, understanding dawning on his face.

I try hitting the door first, but the wood is too hard and the tank just bounces off. The door doesn't even splinter, though it does dent.

Jake flinches when Mabel starts going apeshit, but he doesn't act surprised. “Reggie told me about her,” he explains.

It's strange that they've both accepted what happened to her so readily—and what
I
did to make her that way. Or maybe it's because our whole situation being here in the first place is just so screwed up to begin with.

Even so, people don't just spontaneously turn into zombies when they die. At least, not as far as I've ever been told.

Then again, it wouldn't be the first time we were lied to about Reanimation.

Reggie sticks his head out of Ashley's room to see what the noise is about. “Try the handle,” he suggests. Then he goes back inside.

I lift the tank over my shoulder, both hands on the neck like I'm strangling it. I hope and pray the thing doesn't explode on me. Jake must have the same fear, because he raises his arm to protect his face and suggests I empty it first.

“
Good idea,” I reply. “Maybe later, when there's actually time to think about things.”

I bring it down with all my force onto the door handle.

The tank pings off. The handle rattles and bends a little, but it doesn't break. I try again. This time the handle goes flying off across the hall.

I push against the door. It doesn't open.

“
I think I just fucked it up.”

“
Too bad it's not glass,” Jake says, as he reaches for the tank. “You were a pro breaking glass back there.”

“
Shut up.” But I gladly let him take over.

He gestures for me to step back, then he puts all of his weight into slamming the bottom corner of the tank straight at the center of the door. He hits it so hard that his sheet nearly falls off. He gives me a sheepish grin and shrugs, his face turning a bright red. It quickly bleeds away when Mabel crashes into her door.

“
Christ.”

Jake hurriedly lifts the tank and brings it down on the door again. This time a crack appears. He does it two more times and the crack widens and chips of wood begin to fly.

“
Kelly!” I shout, mostly so I don't have to listen to that fucked-up moaning. “We're coming in.”

But there's no answer from the other side of the door.

Jake rests for a minute and I take his place, but now my efforts seem paltry next to his. I manage to scrape a few more chips off the door, but the crack doesn't get any larger. After two or three more minutes, Jake takes another stab at it.