“You remember 9/11?”
“Not me,” said Ellie. She sounded subdued and a little shaky, and Alex hugged the girl a little closer. “I wasn't born yet.”
“I wasn't much older than Ellie is now. All I remember is what we saw on TV and the principal calling a special assembly,” Alex said.
“I was ten, and that's about all I remember, too,” Tom said. “But my dad was overseas when it happened. Right after, all the airplanes in the U.S. were grounded. No planes from anywhere were allowed to enter our airspace for days. My dad was stuck. He didn't make it home for another week.”
“So?”
“So, what I'm saying is that we haven't seen any planes. The Zap happened six days ago. Either no one's
allowed
to fly, or the planes
can't
fly.”
“So we got
attacked
?” Alex's thoughts jumped to Aunt Hannah, all by herself in their condo off Lake Michigan.
Hold on, if it only happened here, she's fine.
“Like 9/11?”
Tom nodded. “Or some big accident. The military tests weapons systems all the time. Those are the only things I can think of.”
“Is that how come the moon's blue?” asked Ellie. “Alex said the sky doesn't look right. Is that why?”
Tom's eyebrows rose with interest. “What have you noticed?”
“Just that the stars are a little hazy.” She wished Ellie hadn't brought that up. Wrapping her head around what Tom was suggesting was hard enough. She gave a hurried explanation and then added, reluctantly, “The sunsets are weird. They're
too
red. Would a bunch of EMPs do that?”
Tom raised his hands in a helpless gesture. “Your guess is as good as mine. Some stuff fits. Other stuff doesn't. For example, the sunsets? In Iraq and Afghanistan, they're also very red, but that's because of all the dust and sand.”
Would dust account for the haziness of the stars, too? That made sense. But what could kick up that much dirt? For her, 9/11 was more of an impression than something she really
remembered.
She'd been young, so the attack didn't make much of a dent. Images of crumbling towers and pillars of smoky ash were about all she could recall.
Ash and smoke
⦠All of a sudden, she wished she could boot up a computer and search for
sunset
and
smoke
and
red
. Aloud, she said, “So we don't know anything for sure.”
“Not without more information,” said Tom. “All I know is that one EMP, at the right altitude and over the geographic center of the U.S., is enough to take out North America.”
“One?”
“That would account for why there are no planes and why our electronics don't work.”
“What could do that?”
Tom looked unhappy. “Two ways I know of. Either a nuclear weapon detonated at high altitudeâ”
“Nuclear?”
Alex thought of mushroom clouds on the horizon, firestorms, and radiation sickness. Of ash and smoke. “If it was a nuclear bomb over the Waucamaw, wouldn't there be a cloud?”
“Depends on where it was detonated,” Tom said. “If the bomb went off high enough, we wouldn't even see the flash.”
“Well, I don't like that,” Ellie quavered. “What's the second way?”
“An e-bomb, one
designed
to release an EMP.”
Neither alternative sounded good. This was like when Barrett gave her the pros and cons of radiation:
There's a chance of more burn injury or knocking out your brain stem, but at least your bone
marrow will be unaffected.
“Which do you think it was?” Alex asked.
Tom shrugged. “Either? Both? I don't know. North Korea's got bombs, Iran's making nuclear weapons, Israel's already got them, and there's Russia. An e-bomb isn't that hard to make either. You can look on the Internet for the schematics. I'm sure our military has them. But you've got the same problem of delivering them to the target as you do with nukes. If you're talking large scale, that means missiles. But then the chances that someone sees you coming are high. They'll counterattack before it's too late. If it's a bad enough attack, they'll lob everything they've got. They call it
mutually assured destruction
, which is just another way of saying the scenario's a no-win situation. You attack us, we'll blast you back to the Stone Age and take the world down with us.”
“How do you know so much?” Ellie demanded. “You can't know.”
Tom looked suddenly tired. “I know enough. I'm an explosive ordnance disposal expert.”
“What's that mean?” asked Ellie.
“It means,” Tom Eden said, “that I'm the guy they send out to make sure the bombs don't go off.”
“Well then, you did a really sucky job, Tom,” said Ellie, and burst into tears.
“He's wrong.” Ellie's eyes were swollen and the tip of her nose was red, but the rest of her face was pinched and too white in the glare of Alex's flashlight. The tent was warm enough, but Ellie couldn't stop shivering, even with Mina curled alongside her. She bunched the sleeping bag under her chin. “He doesn't
know
.”
Alex cast about for something more reassuring to say, unsure if her shakiness was only due to the aftereffects of a concussion. She ended up smoothing Ellie's damp hair from her forehead. “He's just guessing, Ellie.”
Privately, she had to admit that what Tom said made some sense, even if an EMP didn't account for everything.
Unless there was more than one, or maybe a lot of EMPs combined with something elseâbut with what?
“But what about those kids we saw? Could all those ⦠those ⦔
“Electromagnetic pulses?”
“Yeah. Could a lot of them at the same time do that? Make you go crazy and eat people?”
“I don't know, Ellie.”
Ellie's eyes shone like twin high beams. “When you were asleep, Tom said it wouldn't be safe to go back home right away, especially to any of the cities. He said that if this was really big, there wouldn't be power or water, and no way to get food because nothing would work. People would be scared and maybe hurting each other.”
Alex opened her mouth to reply, but then came the sound of the tent being unzipped, and a moment later, Tom stuck his head in. “How we doing in here?” he asked.
“You're wrong,” Ellie said, without a lot of heat.
“We were just talking about you,” Alex said.
“I knew my ears were burning.” Tom shouldered his way in. The tent was a two-man and a tight fit. Alex felt Tom at her back, and she could smell him, too: the fragrance of wood smoke and musk so potent it made her a little dizzy. “What's up?” he asked.
“We were wonderingâ¦,” Alex began. When she turned to look over her shoulder, their faces were inches apart. His cinnamon-colored hair, thick and wavy, was mussed and his cheeks rosy, as if he'd just come in from a ski slopeâand he smelled so
good
. Her pulse jumped at a powerful tug of attraction. “Ellie said you think we shouldn't go back.”
Tom's eyes flicked to Ellie then back. “We can talk about this in the morning. You know, after Ellie gets some rest.”
She got the message. “Sure.”
“Don't go,” Ellie said. She put a hand on Alex's arm. “I don't want to go to sleep.”
Tom grinned. “No arguments, kiddo. We got to get an early start tomorrow. Mina will stay here, and we'll be right outside, okay? We aren't going anywhere, and we've got my Winchester, and I got a Mossberg for Alex here. We'll be fine.”
“If we'll be fine, how come you need guns?”
Tom looked so perplexed that Alex almost laughed. “Honestly, Ellie, everything will be okay,” she said. “The guns are for just in case.”
“Maybe I should have a gun.”
“I don't think so. Guns are pretty heavy, and your hands are too little,” Alex said, relieved that this was true. “We'll watch out for you.”
“Promise?”
“Pinky swear. If you're ever in trouble, all you have to do is yell and we'll hear you.”
“I don't have a very big voice,” Ellie said.
“I know how to fix that.” She dipped a hand under her sweatshirt and fished out her silver whistle, warm from her body heat. “You blow on that and I bet you ten bucks they'll hear it in the next state.”
Ellie held up her hair as Alex slipped the chain over the girl's head. The girl cupped the whistle in her hands as carefully as a robin's egg. “Who gave it to you?”
Swallowing was suddenly very, very hard. She felt Tom's eyes on her. “My parents. I was a little younger than you. They gave it to me on my first camping trip.”
Ellie said, gravely, “You have very smart parents.”
“You know, Tom's right. It's pretty late,” Alex said. “Come on. I'll tuck you in.”
Outside, by the fire, Tom said, “That was pretty good.”
Alex tried on a smile that kept slipping from her lips. “She's just scared.” She paused. “Me, too.”
“Makes three of us,” Tom said, and took her hand. The act was so natural and so quiet, not a come-on at all. She didn't flinch, although her heart did that little
thump-bump-a-dump
again. His hand was calloused, but his skin was warm and his grip was strong. It was weird how he was about her age but seemed older somehow. Maybe that happened when you went to war. “Cut yourself some slack,” he said. “Ellie would be dead if not for you.”
“I don't know if you noticed, but you saved us,” she said.
“True. But I had a gun.”
“And we got lucky.”
“Half the battle. Like Stan and Earl.”
“Can you tell me what happened?”
He hesitated, then said, “I still don't get it all. The ⦠Zap happened, and Stan dropped dead. Just
dropped.
”
“You mean, like Ellie's â¦?”
Tom was shaking his head. “I don't think so, not like her grandfather. Stan was a healthy guy, in his forties, I think. He might have had a pacer or something else mechanical, but I doubt it. Earl had just turned sixty-five. I know because Jim talked about throwing his dad a big party when he got back from Afghanistan.”
“Did he bleed?”
“Jim? Yeah, but so did I. So did Earl.”
“How did Earl die?” But she thought she knew. “Was it Jim?”
Sighing, Tom gave her hand a squeeze, then let go. “Jim was okay at first, but then his headache came back, worse than before, and then his memory started to go. Like the second morning he didn't know what a spoon was for. It only lasted a second, but it was really spooky, and then it wasn't just the spoon, it was everything. Like his memory was full of holes.”
God, this was all too familiar. “How long before he”âshe faltered over the wordâ“before he changed?”
“End of the second day is when things went to hell. We'd made camp, mainly because Jim had stopped talking and was just staring, like guys after an IED's gone off, or if they've seen too many other guys get blown up. Combat fatigue, shell shock ⦠you know. I went off to get water and then I heard the shots. By the time I made it back, it was over. I got off two shots with the Winchester, for all the good that did.”
His voice faded. She waited.
“I think the reason Earl died was because he hesitated, or maybe he was firing wild. Jim was fast when he was sane, and you saw him. He was crazy
and
fast
.
Earl probably couldn't believe his kid was coming after him. After that, I couldn't just
leave
. I kept hoping Jim'd snap out of it. Tracking him took some time. Whatever else he was, he was still partly
Jim.
He knew how to evade. It was part of our training. Then I started to find animals. You could tell that something had been at them, know what I'm saying?” When she nodded, he said, “Then I heard Ellie and ⦔ He spread his hands. “You know the rest.”
“I'm sorry you had to shoot your friend,” she said.
He looked away, but not before she saw the sudden shine in his eyes. “You know what I don't understand? Why not me or Earl? Why did Stan die? And why, out of all of us, only Jim?”
“But it wasn't just Jim,” she said.
“Yeah, Ellie told me about those kids. Still doesn't make sense.”
“What if it's got to do with age?”
“How do you figure?”
Since the idea had only just occurred to her, she wasn't sure what she was groping toward. “I'm seventeen, almost eighteen. You'reâ”
“Twenty. Twenty-one, come December.”
“Was Jim older or younger than you?”
He thought about it. “Not too many years older. Maybe ⦠twenty-four, twenty-five?”
“So what if being
older
means the change happens later?”
“Maybe.” He scratched his head. “That doesn't explain why Stan died. You and I are younger than Jim, but those brain-zapped kids you saw were also about our age. Only it can't be just age, because we're okay. So is Ellie.”
So far.
He didn't say that, but he might as well have. She said nothing for a moment. The fire popped. A shower of sparks flared, then died. Tom's scentâthat complex, musky spiceâtouched something deep in her chest. And that made her think of something else.
The dogs smelled Jim, and so did I
.
I smelled those kids, but Ellie didn't. But what does that mean?
“What about smell?” she asked.
Tom looked confused. “Smell?”
“Yeah. Did Jim ⦠did he complain of a weird smell before he, you know,
changed
?”
“No,” Tom said. “I don't believe he did.”
That night, the moon was green.