LARA
Lara watched the helicopter swoop over the island, with Maddie peering out from the cockpit passenger seat, before angling toward a makeshift landing zone Will, Danny, and Blaine had carved out of the hotel grounds. It had taken about an hour to chop down three trees and saw two lampposts within the 100x100 feet square box in front of the two pear-shaped swimming pools.
The kids—Elise, Vera, and Jenny—stood next to Carly and Lara on the raised, open patio outside the front doors of the Kilbrew Hotel and Resorts. She couldn’t blame them for being excited. It wasn’t every day you saw a helicopter at the end of the world. As the helicopter landed, its rotor blades threw around a healthy chunk of grass and dirt, some landing on the roof of the unfinished hotel behind them.
Jen, the pilot, climbed out with Maddie.
“Oh, great,” Carly said. “She’s blonde, hotter, and taller than us, too.”
“Hey, I’m blonde, too,” Lara said.
“But she’s taller.”
“Don’t worry, you’re safe. Danny likes ’em young.”
“Well, I’m good for a few more years, then.”
Danny had gone back to pull overwatch in the Tower, on the eastern side of the island behind the hotel. That left Will and Blaine to greet Jen and walk her over to the patio.
“Time to put on the hostess hat,” Carly said. She adjusted her bright red hair a bit, then jogged over to meet the group.
The girls ran after Carly, passing her by to get a better look at the helicopter. Carly led Jen over, stopping every few seconds to point out something around the island. Jen looked impressed.
Will climbed up the patio and leaned against the railing next to her. “What do you think?”
Lara reached over and flicked at flecks of dirt, grass, and what looked like dried mud and flakes of concrete clinging to his brown hair. “You need a haircut.”
“About Jen.”
She looked back at the pilot. “Given how fast we’ve been going through our medical supplies, it’d be nice to re-stock. That, or we could just stop getting shot and blown up.”
“Now what would be the fun of that?”
“I forgot who I’m talking to. If you could stop getting into trouble, you wouldn’t be, well, you.”
“I’m not sure that was a compliment.”
“It wasn’t.”
“Ah.”
“But I love you anyway. Even if you do smell like rotten cabbage.”
He sniffed himself. “Yeah. It was pretty rank down there.”
She looked toward the shoreline, where she imagined the tunnel entrance was—not that she could see even a little bit of it from here. “Have you figured out why they spent all these months digging their way back in there? Could they have eventually gotten through the shack and onto the island?”
“I don’t think so. The shack’s solid steel with reinforced brick walls. Nothing’s getting through that.”
“So what were they doing down there?”
Will shook his head. “I haven’t a clue. Waiting, maybe.”
“For what?”
“Orders would be my guess. They’re foot soldiers. Have you ever heard the phrase, ‘Hurry up and wait’?”
“Is that a joke?”
He smiled. “Just something soldiers say.”
“You think she’s still out there, don’t you? Kate.”
“I know she’s out there.”
“So why hasn’t she attacked? It’s been three months.”
He looked toward the shore, and she could tell he had been turning the question over in his mind for some time now, too.
Why haven’t they attacked yet?
She remembered those anxious first few days on the island after the fight. Waiting—and fully expecting—every single day for an attack that never came. Everyone was hurt. Danny, Gaby, Maddie, even Will. She was hurt, too. Everyone.
And they waited, and waited…but it never happened. Instead of relief, each passing day without an attack was suffocating, as if they couldn’t breathe because of their own overwhelming anxiety. Or at least, it felt that way to her. Will had kept them afloat, never resting, always moving, doing everything until Danny was back on his feet. Gaby had been instrumental in those first few days and weeks, and Lara couldn’t recall a day where the teenager wasn’t stuck to Will’s hip like a devoted little sister.
“I don’t know,” Will said finally. “This island, us… What are we, in the larger scheme of things? Insignificant would be my guess. What’s a handful of stubborn humans compared to what’s going on out there, in the rest of the country? The world?”
“What is going on out there?”
“I don’t know. That’s what bothers me.”
Lara reached over and took his hand, then leaned against his shoulder.
“I thought I smelled like rotten cabbage?” he smiled.
“You do. But I’m used to it by now.”
“Okay, now I know that wasn’t a compliment.”
She laughed.
*
Lara watched Jen tear apart a thirteen-inch white bass, gobbling up the meat and sighing with so much pleasure that Lara felt almost guilty about not appreciating the never-ending dishes of fresh fish more than she did.
They were inside the hotel lobby watching Jen indulge her amazing appetite. A flurry of dirt blew across the marble flooring, pushed through the wide-open spaces by a sudden breeze from the open windows. The lobby was aired out against the heat, and she couldn’t imagine how much hotter it would have been without the black marble that covered the mostly finished portions of the hotel. Thank God it would be cold soon, with November and December on the horizon. But then they would have to worry about heating…
“These are insane,” Jen said.
“You have Sarah to thank for that,” Lara said. “If it was just the rest of us, you’d be eating canned fruit, SPAM, or MREs.”
“We have boxes of those disgusting MREs at the hospital. The guys ‘rescued’ them from a nearby surplus shop a few months back. Before then, we were surviving on vending machine chips, sodas, and whatever else the cafeteria had in stock before we lost it.”
“Sounds like us in the beginning,” Carly said.
“How many of you are there?” Will asked.
Jen licked her lips and reached for another fish. “Twenty-six in the beginning, but over time we added two dozen more, so forty in all.”
“That’s a lot of people.”
“It’s a big hospital.”
“But you only have the top floor.”
“Correct. The hospital itself has ten floors.”
“And you’re just doing recon out here?” Will asked. “Like you were three months ago?”
Jen nodded. “We’ve been scavenging the areas around the hospital for food, but it’s becoming scarce.” She paused. “This may sound crazy, but some of us have a theory. We think the creatures have been purposefully sabotaging food near us so we can’t use it.” She looked at them over fish bones to gauge their reaction. “Sounds nuts, right?”
“No,” Will said. He glanced over at Lara, then Carly.
Jen picked up on the look. “What? Wanna share with the new girl in class?”
“What do you know about how they did all this?” Will asked.
“I know as much as anyone, I guess, which isn’t much. Why, you guys know more?”
Will told her about what they had managed to piece together. How the ghouls took over the big cities first during The Purge, using the population to grow their army exponentially. How they then moved into the countryside on the second night, conquering the smaller cities. When he got around to the blood farms, Jen listened intently and stopped eating. He told her about the collaborators, about the blue-eyed ghoul. Lara thought Jen might gag back up everything she had eaten in the last ten minutes.
“Jesus,” Jen said when Will was finished. “We’ve been hunkered down in the hospital for all these months, just trying to keep them at bay. If what you’re saying is true, we’re truly fucked, aren’t we? Are we just delaying the inevitable?”
“Not necessarily,” Lara said. “This island, for instance, is safe. There’s something in the water—the mercury content, maybe—that the ghouls don’t like. So there are three certain ways we know of to fight them. The sun, bodies of water, and silver.”
“What about silver?”
“Silver kills them,” Will said.
He drew his knife, the one that used to be a cross but that Will had sanded down into a double-edged bladed weapon. He handed it handle-first to Jen, and she took it carefully.
“What is this, some kind of cross?” she asked.
“It used to be,” Will said. “The silver on the outer edges is what’s important. Have you tried shooting them?”
“Of course.”
“What happens?”
“Nothing. They just shrug it off.”
“Not with this. They can be killed. You just need to use the right ammunition.”
“Silver,” Jen said.
He nodded. “Silver.”
Will drew his Glock. He pulled out the magazine and thumbed a bullet free.
Jen took it and turned it over between two fingers. “Silver bullets?”
“Hi ho, silver,” Carly said. “It sounds ridiculous, we know, but it works.”
“Ridiculous?” Jen said. “There are undead things crawling around in the darkness of that hospital, and every single night they try to break through to the tenth floor to get at us. Compared to that, silver bullets make perfect sense.”
Lara smiled. That was as good an answer as she had heard. “One question,” she said.
“Shoot,” Jen said, handling the bullet back to Will.
“What took you so long to come back? It’s been three months.”
“I had a list of sites to check out first and not a lot of fuel. And to be honest, after I saw all those guns back at the house, this place didn’t seem all that safe. I know it’s crazy, but I sort of have an unnatural fear of getting shot out of the air.”
“When are you due back at the hospital?” Will asked.
Jen glanced at her watch. “Tonight, actually, but now that I’m already down here, and you folks seem friendly enough—i.e., no one has shot at me yet—I guess I could stay the night. It’d be nice to sleep on a real bed again. You guys have any spare rooms?”
“Um, maybe one or two,” Carly said.
*
After lunch, Jen was back inside her helicopter’s cockpit, talking on the radio with her hospital. Lara watched her from the lobby window, wondering what it felt like to be able to climb into something that could fly you away whenever you wanted. She could go anywhere, at any time, and not have to worry about the creatures that lurked in the darkness.
I need to learn how to fly one of those things.
She felt a pair of strong arms slip around her waist. Will slid his body against hers and kissed her neck. He had poured water over his face and changed clothes, but he still smelled of sweat and dust. They all did, these days.
She leaned her head to one side to give him better access.
“What are you thinking?” he asked.
“Isn’t that my line?” she smiled.
He chuckled.
I wish I could fly, she thought, but said, “That we could really use supplies from that hospital. We’re running dangerously low on everything.”
“I agree. That’s why I’m going back with her, to work out a deal with this Mike guy that runs the place.”
“I should go, too.”
“One of us has to stay here.”
“So you stay.”
“Right, that’s going to happen.”
“You don’t know what we need.”
“You can make me a list.”
“It’s not the same thing.”
“I’ll go back with her first, see if it’s safe over there. Maybe I can help them get some of the other floors back. Jen’s telling Mike about silver right now.”
“You sound as if you’re planning on being gone for a while.”
“We’ve been out here by ourselves for too long. We need allies, babe. That kind of relationship takes time. And that helicopter will come in handy one of these days.”
“Starch?”
“Yeah. We left a lot back there. That helicopter would make the trip easier, faster, and safer.”
She watched his face closely. Will always had a look about him when he was thinking ahead. “Hope for the best, prepare for the worst” was a motto he and Danny had lived—and survived—by since The Purge. It had gotten them this far, and this island.
“So how are we going to convince Mike we’re his new best friends?” she asked.
“You know what every soldier likes during wartime?”
“Sex?”
“Besides that.”
“More sex?”
“Bullets. The only thing soldiers like more than bullets? Even more bullets.”
“I’ll pretend that actually makes sense.”
“Think about it.”
“I’d rather not. Anyway, so who else is going with you and Danny, if not me?”
“Danny’s not going. I need him here. So it’s either Gaby or Blaine.”
“Gaby’s just a kid, Will.”
“She’s eighteen going on thirty. In a few years, she could be in charge of the island’s security.”
“You can’t be serious. Take Blaine.”
“Why Blaine?”
“He’s bigger.”
“Is he supposed to be my bodyguard?”
“Something like that.”
“I’d feel better if Blaine was here with you. Danny’s very good at what he does, but he’s only one man. That leaves Gaby.”
“What about Maddie?”
“Gaby’s better.”
“Better than both Blaine and Maddie?” she said doubtfully.
“Yes,” he said matter-of-factly.
“How is that possible? You’ve been training both Blaine and Maddie, too.”
“Gaby’s a natural,” Will said. “Some people were just born to be shooters.”
*
After she got Jen settled into one of the many available rooms in the hotel, Lara showered, spending her full five minutes. That was their daily limit: five minutes in the morning and another five at night if they needed it. She always needed it. After all those months on the road, every shower counted.
Afterward, she stood nude in front of the sink and dried her hair, while Will leaned against the open bathroom door and watched her. She didn’t acknowledge him for a while, and he seemed content to just stare at her with that smile on his face that all men got when a woman took her clothes off in front of them.
Finally, she said, “My hips are fuller, have you noticed? Must be the steady diet of seafood.”
“Your hips? I haven’t really noticed your hips.”
She rolled her eyes at him. “You’re such a charmer, Will.”
“Is that why you love me?”
“Uh huh. Your ability to shoot things in the face was a close second.”
“Good to know, good to know.”
He walked over and picked her up. She yelped and turned around in his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist and kissing him.
Will carried her to the bed and laid her down, then sat back and watched her for a moment.
She stretched her arms and legs lazily in front of him. “Like what you see?”
“Very much.”
“So do something about it.”
“I should let you know. I expect my good-bye sex to be spectacular.”
“You’ve had a lot of experience, have you?”
He shrugged. “Ladies like a man in uniform.”
“You’re not wearing a uniform.”
“I could put one on.”
“You have it with you?”
“For the purpose of this conversation? Yes. Yes, I do.”
“Lame-o,” she said, and pulled him down to her.
*
Afterward, she lay in his arms, their bodies sticky and tangled, glistening from either the heat or the sex, she wasn’t entirely sure. It should have been uncomfortable, but it wasn’t. Maybe she was just used to it. She had learned to get used to a lot of things these days, but this was one of the more pleasant ones.
She stared at the darkening patio window across the room, secured in the knowledge that they were safe here—in this hotel, on this island. It hadn’t been easy after that first night, when they uncovered the island’s true purpose. But day after day, week after week, it got easier, until she stopped looking at every coming nightfall with mounting dread. It still happened every now and then when she least expected it, but they were rare these days.
“You’re awake,” he said softly.
“Uh huh.”
“You okay?”
“I’m fine. Better than fine.”
“Good.”
“When was the last time we were apart for longer than a day?”
“Before Starch.”
“Not since?”
“I don’t think so. Why? Are you tired of me already?”
“Yes, but that’s not the point.”
“What is the point?”
“I was just wondering…”
“The good kind of wondering, or the ‘I think we should see other people’ type of wondering?”
“Really? And what other people would I be seeing at the end of the world? Blaine? Danny? Maddie?”
“Maddie?”
“What, you think I should limit myself to just the boys?”
“Then why not include Carly?”
“Gross. She’s like my little sister.”
“I’m just saying, if we’re already going there…”
“That’s disgusting, Will. Don’t ever talk about me and Carly like that again.”
“A guy can dream, can’t he?”
“Only if he’s Danny.”
“Gotcha.”
“Anyway, I was wondering…about this thing we have. You and me.”
“What about it?”
“It’s been good. This thing.”
She saw a ghost of a smile creasing his lips in the semidarkness. “You’re not trying to get me to buy you a ring and make this official, are you?” he asked.
“Perish the thought. Besides, where would we find a minister?”
“Whew, escaped the noose by the skin of my nose.”
“Oh, that’s funny.”
She punched him as hard as she could in the chest. He laughed it off, grabbed her by the shoulders, and reversed their positions until she was lying on the bed underneath him. He kissed her, then pulled back a bit to trace the length of her breasts with his fingers as if they had all the time in the world.
She loved these moments. The quiet and solitude of the island, especially in the evenings, was a gift she was determined not to waste. To have someone to share it with, someone who had been through everything she had, made it all the more special.
Please, God, don’t take this away from us.
Lara watched his face, letting herself become lost in his soft-brown eyes. They didn’t speak for a while. It used to drive her crazy, the way he could be silent for so long. Will could do that. He was so unlike Danny in that respect. Unless someone was shooting at them—and even then—Danny always felt a need to fill the void. Will, on the other hand, could look at her in the darkness for hours without saying a word.
“By the way,” she said, “you still owe me one.”
“I do?”
“Oh, right, you forgot. Give me a break. You didn’t forget when you reminded me it was your turn last time.”
He laughed. “I’m going to take your word for it.”
“Trust me, you definitely owe me one.”
“I was hoping you’d let me get away with it. After all, I am leaving the island for who knows how long.”
“Nice try. Now get down there.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
He kissed her on the lips, then moved down to her breasts. By the time he was at her belly, the last remaining light in the room had begun to fade and she was only aware of Will, existing in this space with her, at this moment.
His touch against her skin, the warmth of his breath against her belly…
As he continued moving southbound, she sighed into the darkness, closed her eyes tightly, and found his shoulders somewhere around her waist. She held on and tried to make the night last as long as possible.