The Broken and the Dead (Book 1) (34 page)

“Hey Johnny” she said.

She sounded really down so I very cleverly said “Hey.” I walked over to her, stood there for a minute while she looked at me. Then I found myself getting all flustered and I didn’t know why. The silence was deafening so I finally said

“Want to see my gun?”

She blinked twice but then said “sure”. I took the rifle off my shoulder and sat next to her, I popped the magazine, cleared the chamber and handed it to her.

“It’s like an M-16 but has a heavier, more powerful round called a 308.”

“Oh” she said as she looked at it, she squinted at the barrel and said “Why does it say 7.62x51 only on it?”

“Well, yeah that is what it is, they just call it a 308.” I answered.

“Why?” she asked.

“I have no idea.” I said.

Together we said “grown-ups” and we laughed. After that we talked about my trip tomorrow and she said she really liked everyone here.

I said “except OMT right?”

She shrugged and said “He’s okay I guess. I don’t know him really, he just always seems like he is doing something.”

“Yeah” I agreed.

Eventually we got around to what happened with Darnell and the Livingstons. She agreed with me, that Mr. and Mrs. Livingston didn’t deserve what had happened to their family, I muttered that Darnell’s mistake was that he should have just shot OMT in the back when he got back instead of beating him like that. She looked at me with a confused look,

“But I though you guys were friends.” she said.

“Friends? No, we are not friends.” I answered.

She even looked more confused, she said quietly

“Maybe you should tell him that.”

But she didn’t pursue it any further after that. When we got up and started to go inside she said

“I thought you were really brave when you stopped Darnell and the others from shooting each other.”

She looked at me with eyes that were suddenly the prettiest things I had seen in a long time. I tried to answer but all I can remember saying was “glob narblygoo”, or something equally eloquent.

              That night at dinner I was surprised when the Livingstons joined us in the main dining room, we were all there except for Kyle who was on watch. They looked older than they had just a few days before and I could tell they had cried all the tears they had. Rico pulled out the chair for Mrs. Livingston and Mrs. Driscol kept making sure that they had enough to eat and refilling their water glasses, that sort of thing. Mostly we all ate in silence until my dear little sister said

“When is Darnell coming back?”

We all looked at her in horror and Elaine tried to shush her but Mrs. Livingston said

“Oh. Leave the child alone, she is asking an important question and it deserves an honest answer.”

Lucy looked at Elaine and stuck her tongue out before looking around the table for the answer that was to come. Mrs. Livingston said

“Honey, Darnell is real sad about his sister and he is very angry right now, he doesn’t want to be here right now.”

“Doesn’t he like us anymore?” she asked.

“Of course he does, it’s just he needs to calm down a bit.” Mrs. Livingston answered.

“Oh, I see” she said and then quickly added “Like a time out?”

I rolled my eyes but Mrs. Livingston said gently

“Yes honey, just like a time out.”

Lucy smiled and went on eating her peas apparently satisfied with the explanation.  When everyone was finished Mr. Livingston cleared his throat and said that they wanted to ask something of us. Fear grabbed my heart, what could they possibly want that has them so serious I wondered.

“We would like to have another funeral, and bury Janae properly, and we hoped that you all would help us.”

Mrs. Livingston used a while lace hanky to wipe at her eyes and then added

“We know what Janae and her friends did was terrible and wrong and we will understand if you don’t want to but ...”

There was an awkward pause then Mrs. Driscol said

“Of course we will Mrs. Livingston, we all will help and be there, won’t we?”

She looked around and there was a chorus of

“Of course, sure, be an honor, we will do it right for her.” all simultaneously.

The Livingstons stood and thanked us and arm in arm they went up the stairs to their room. Klein said that if we could have the funeral early, we could all be there and we could leave to check on Janey after, Rico and I agreed, so she got up from the table and said that she would go and make sure it was okay with the Livingstons.

              That night it was Karen and Weir’s turn for dinner clean up but I felt sorry for Weir so I told him I would cover it for him. He nodded and while didn’t say anything, his eyes looked very strange, as if he was laughing at me. I snorted and took the wash cloth from his hand. After he left the room Karen and I silently did the dishes, she stood near me, so near our elbows were almost touching, but as hard as I tried I couldn’t bring myself to move that scant distance between us. It was thrilling but I wasn’t exactly sure what it was. Just as we finished the dishes Deputy Weir came in for a cup of coffee so we both just put the towels on the counter and left the room. I noticed the Deputy looking at me strangely again over the rim of his cup with just the hint of a smile on the corner of his mouth his raised his cup in a silent salute. Grown-ups are weird.

Day 21

              The next morning was a very somber affair, Rico and Kyle had retrieved Janae’s body and wrapped it first in several layers of white linen sheets, then in an old blue tarp. We all gathered up on the hill except for Kyle who took over sentry duty for Mrs. Driscol so she could attend. It was very much like Mrs. Frank’s funeral except that after Mrs. Livingston read from the bible and after we sang the same two hymns; Mrs. Livingston told us about Janae; how she was a sweet child, how she would gather wild flowers from the hill between their business and their home for her. How she sang beautifully at their local church. I felt my stomach filling with acid and my anger, my hatred for Old Man Tucker was renewed. She told a story about how when she was little she would trail after her big brother Darnell, never missed one of his football games, never missed a track meet and how he inspired her to play sports herself. How she was a great athlete and probably could have gotten a scholarship for track.

Mrs. Driscol was crying silently and Lucy hid her face in Elaine’s chest as she held her. I wanted to go back and shoot OMT myself but then something happened, something changed. Mrs. Livingston told us about how she started to smoke pot and how she drank and ran around. Her last two years of high school turned into one never ending parent-teacher conference. How things got worse after high school, how they didn’t see her often, how she ran with a bad crowd and I knew she was telling the truth because I had seen them. I had watched them die. Mr. Livingston held her hand as she told the story of a beloved, beautiful daughter, her gifts and loving nature, and how they were corrupted and she was lost. She asked God to forgive Janae her faults, she asked that God remember her in her innocence and hold their little girl in his embrace once more and love her until they could all be together again.

              They started to walk down the hill as a group, everyone reaching out to the heart broken parents who somehow managed to maintain their dignity and find forgiveness amidst their suffering. I stayed with the Deputy to fill the grave but as I paused in my efforts to watch them walk slowly towards the lodge, I could see Old Man Tucker standing on the roof, watching the funeral, watching the results of his own actions. The fruity of his vile labor. I wondered how he could sleep at night.

              After that I went back to the house, cleaned up a bit then grabbing a back pack I joined Lt. Klein and Rico out front as they made the final preparations for our departure. Lt. Klein was talking to Mrs. Driscol working out their radio communication schedule and what to do in an emergency. She said we would be back sometime tomorrow evening, but if something delayed us she would contact the lodge as soon as possible. Lt. Klein looked a bit uncomfortable as Mrs. Driscol hugged her but she smiled and said that we would be careful and that they should keep extra careful watch until we returned. As we got into the Humvee I saw Lucy and Elaine on the porch and they waved to me and Elaine called out for me to be careful and listen to Rico and the Lieutenant. I of course had to do the official 10 year old eye-roll in response. Once we made the service road and Rico took the exit on the highway we started to make good time. Klein was in the passenger seat and I was in the back, I was to watch the driver’s side “flank” and the Lt. would watch the passenger side. Rico’s knuckles turned white as he held onto the steering wheel and stared straight ahead down the highway. I thought he might be having a stroke or something so I tapped the Lieutenant on the shoulder and nodded in Rico’s direction when she turned around to see what I wanted. She watched for a minute then she said

“Rico, relax Okay? Just stay frosty.”

Rico jumped a bit when the Lieutenant spoke but he nodded and took a deep breath then let it out slowly before answering,

“Yeah Lieutenant, sure thing, I was just...well it has been a while since we left the lodge.”

The Lieutenant said

“I know, but we have to stay sharp alright?”

I rolled my eyes for the second time that morning and checked the magazines for my M4.

              After that we drove in silence and I scanned the sides of the road but saw nothing more than a few bodies and burned out wrecks. My thoughts wandered and I found myself day-dreaming of before, of barbeques and playing four way catch with Billy and our dads.  I imagined Billy making fun of me because of Karen Morena.

‘
You’ll get cooties!
’ ghost Billy laughed.

‘
No I won’t
!’ dream me snapped back.

Similar dire warnings followed one after another until I said

‘Billy look, she’s not you but she isn’t too icky really.’

Ghost Billy wore the weirdest smug face, he crossed his arms, and looked like he was about to say something when Lt. Klein shook me

“Johnny? Johnny, wake up. We’re there.”

I hadn’t realized my daydream had become an official night time one and I stretched and yawned before grunting out my response of “mughumpn”, or something like that anyway. We were descending the steep road onto the riverside town’s main street. I could see the Post Office and the nearby warehouse just like OMT had described. But there was always some truth in what OMT said, that was why it so hard to expose the evil in him.

              Rico drove slowly and I could see two men with rifles on the roof of the post office but they didn’t seem aggressive towards us, just interested. Rico shut off the Humvee right in front of the main entrance and almost immediately a knot of 8 people appeared from inside. Some carried weapons but all wore smiles and they quickly descended the steps and surrounded us, we were all hugged and patted on the back, we shook hands with everyone and one of them actually kissed me one the cheek. We were bombarded with questions as they led us inside:

“How many soldiers did we have?”

“Were we in contact with the government?”

“Why didn’t Mr. Tucker come back?”

We tried to answer them but it wasn’t until a man hushed everyone else and introduced himself as Evan Moore were we able to catch a moment to gather our wits and answer the questions more properly. I let the Lt. do that, while Rico watched on intently I quietly wandered around the building. They had done well, cases of canned goods, bottled water, soda and ramen noodles were stacked over my head along one wall. Sleeping bags and mats opposite that. I walked between the camp beds and sleeping mats a strange feeling coming over me. I kept my rifle shouldered but the feeling I was being scrutinized would not go away. As I turned a corner and started up the stairwell to the second floor when I heard them behind me; children. I turned around to face them.

“Is that a real gun?” a boy a little older than me, maybe all of thirteen, stood at the head of a pack of about eight children; the youngest about five, the oldest a girl with hollow vacant eyes who looked to be perhaps fifteen.

              I was dumbfounded, “Sure, yeah it is.” I said.

“Where did-ja get it?” the boy asked.

I was having problems figuring out what he was asking so I said truthfully.

“The armory?”

“Duh, no shit Sherlock, I meant why do they let you carry one?”

I looked at them and realized none carried weapons, I had the .308 M4, a 9mm Beretta and my newest addition a 6” hunting knife in a sheath on my belt, I suddenly felt over dressed for the party. I didn’t feel very comfortable so I rested my hand on the holster and released the strap that held the 9 mm in place. The sound of the Velcro caught them off guard and there was a pause. The boy was quite a bit bigger than me but I had the feeling he hadn’t been in many actual fights and probably none with the Zs, he said

“Let me see it.”

“I don’t think so.” I said.

The rest of the group was silent as we played out a game of nerves,