Fireside (18 page)

Joseph didn’t wait to see if the third Vulture was down for good; he couldn’t afford to waste the time. He pushed himself up awkwardly as the large rifle across his back threatened to off-balance him. He ran bent over at the waist to where his M-4 lay and scooped it up before straightening up and dashing through the doorway onto the street.

He’d taken the time to rehearse his escape route, so he didn’t hesitate when he came out. The alley was off to his left and he darted into the gloom as chips of masonry from the wall on the corner flew towards him. More of his pursuers had found him.

He sprinted down the alley, making minor adjustments to his path because he had no way of knowing if they were at the head of the alley, aiming rifles down on him. Behind, the rough coughs of several guns echoed down the alley. Somehow, they missed and he was spared.

Up ahead, the narrow space ended at another street and Joseph darted around the corner. He paused to catch his breath, pulling a grenade from his pouch. He took a deep breath and pulled the pin, then spun back into the mouth of the alley. Several men were about halfway down and he threw the explosive with everything he had.

He didn’t wait to see where the grenade went. Instead, he turned and ran along his pre-planned escape route back towards the school. The sound of the explosion in the alley only lasted for a second. The clamor of the screaming men, maimed and dying, carried across the Austin morning for a long time.

THIRTEEN

“It has begun.”

“I’m sorry, what was that, sweetie?”

Maria turned towards Veronica, scaring her. The little girl’s eyes were rolled back in her head, exposing only the whites of her eyes. “The war has started.”

Veronica dropped her rolling pin, knocking coarse grains of wheat and oat in every direction from her cutting board. “Here? Now?” she asked in a panic.

“The birds hunt for carrion. Soon, they’ll take flight from the nest. Then nothing can stop them.”

Veronica had been privy to enough of the girl’s visions now to realize that she was talking about the Vultures. The “nest” was surely Austin where they lived; what did she mean by “carrion”? It was a word that she’d heard before, long ago when she was a teenager, the meaning lost to the years now. She stared at the little girl without seeing her as she tried to remember what the word meant. Finally, she dredged a definition from her memory. Her father had used the word to describe dead deer on the highway as they drove to Odessa.

Dead deer
? Did she mean animals or people? Who were the Vultures hunting? The realization settled in her stomach and she leaned backwards against the counter by the old stove. They weren’t hunting
dead
animals, that wouldn’t make any sense. Her vision must have told her that Aeric was already dead. Even if he was alive and being hunted, the end result was already decided.

Had Lorelei Griffith’s bid to provide Aeric protection failed, then? The captain stopped by the day Aeric left on his fool’s errand to Austin and told her about Joseph. Had he been unable to protect Aeric and her husband was dead, murdered like some animal and left as roadkill for creatures to eat?

A moan of despair escaped her lips as the visual of dogs picking at Aeric’s remains hit her. She screamed at the freak standing across the room from her, “You get out of my house! This is your fault, you did this to us!”

Maria stared blankly at her, water dripping unheeded from her hands where she’d had them in the dish water. The girl was still in some sort of trance, which infuriated Veronica even more.

She picked up the rolling pin and charged towards the girl. Veronica raised the weapon high above her head. “You little bitch,” she hissed through clenched teeth. “It’s not fair that you get to destroy our lives and act like nothing happened afterwards. If it wasn’t for you, Aeric would have never left and he’d be here with me.”

The rolling pin went higher as she prepared to bring it crashing down on the girl’s face. Slowly, the blue of her eyes began to roll back down and she blinked several times before realizing that Veronica stood in front of her with an implement of death in her hand. She screamed and threw her hands above her head.

Her scream, the scream of a scared little girl, was enough to shake whatever craziness had taken hold of Veronica. She dropped the rolling pin behind her, the thud of the heavy wood on the tile echoed across the kitchen. “Oh my. Oh my goodness. I’m so sorry, Maria.” She pulled the girl into her arms and hugged her tightly. “I don’t know what I was thinking.”

“Did I have another vision?” Maria asked. “I was washing the dishes and then the next thing I see is you with the rolling pin. Were you going to hit me?”

Veronica’s cheeks flushed and she felt a flash of heat rise up from the open collar of her shirt. The embarrassment that she felt at losing control of her emotions was palpable—and inexcusable. “I… I don’t know what happened, Maria. I wasn’t thinking clearly.”

She squeezed the girl tighter than before. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” she repeated.

Maria’s arms slowly made their way up from her sides and she hugged Veronica back. “I don’t mean to make things worse,” she sobbed. “I can’t help it. When the vision hits me, it just takes over and I don’t know what I’m saying.”

“I know, sweetheart, I know.” The tears traced lines down her burning cheeks. The embarrassment of what she’d almost done hadn’t let up; she still felt terrible. “I promise you that I will protect you if your vision comes true.”

She pulled back from Veronica and stared up at her. “What did I say?”

Veronica wiped the tears from her cheek and used the back of her hand to wipe her nose. “You said that the war had started and the Vultures were hunting Aeric.”

“I used his name?” Maria asked in surprise. “I’ve been told that I never use names.”

“Well… Maybe you didn’t use his name,” Veronica admitted. “But you said they were hunting carrion and that they’d leave their nest soon.”

“What’s carrion?”

“It’s dead meat. The Vultures are hunting dead meat.”

“Oh…” her voice trailed off, clearly not wanting to think about it.

“Maybe you were mistaken,” Veronica said hopefully.

“Um, yeah. Maybe.”

*****

“Shit, I think they’ve found us again,” Joseph whispered.

Aeric sat up and listened. It
did
sound like someone was moving in the darkness. They’d been in a constant run and gun since Austin and were almost out of ammo. They were exhausted and still pursued at every step along the way.

After their initial fight in the city, each of them made their way separately to Vandegrift High School where they’d stashed their bicycles along with the articles from their backpacks that they didn’t need for the attack on the Vulture headquarters. Once there, they compared notes about what had happened.

Aeric didn’t know why he’d missed the shot on Kendrick until Joseph told him about the man’s laughter. He’d been at a different angle and watching through his scope when it happened, whereas Aeric had fired and then had to readjust his sight picture after the recoil from the rifle took the crosshairs off of his son.

They’d expected to get rest and then leave the next morning. Unfortunately, they saw men leading dogs up the hillside from the east towards the school almost immediately upon their reunion. It had been impossible to hide from the city’s residents as they fled, so they hadn’t bothered to try. The presence of dogs, tracking them added to the likelihood that they were on a one-way trip.

The initial firefight at the school was over quickly as they used their longer-range rifles to decimate the Vultures. The school’s location at the top of a hill would have been easy to flank and attack from their blind side, so they fled quickly once a lull in the fight allowed them an opportunity. They’d been harried ever since, often getting only two or three hours of sleep before their tireless pursuers reappeared.

In an effort to confuse the Vultures, they’d gone north towards the old Buchanan Lake Dam. They’d crossed the slime-crusted Colorado River to the north bank, thinking that would throw off the dogs and camped in the shadow of one of the dam’s arches near the spillway. It was a good spot to hide, accessible only by crossing over the hard rock after wading through the water.

Aeric cocked his head in the darkness to try and get a better angle for his ear. The scrape of boots against the exposed rock told him all that he needed to know. The Vultures all seemed to wear tough-soled hiking boots—which were great against the reptiles and insects of the wastes, but poor for disguising their movement. Far below, they could hear the dogs snuffling on the far bank where their trail had gone cold into the filth.

“We gotta go,” he whispered.

Joseph looked up at the dark clouds above, replying, “I can’t see a damn thing. If the cloud cover would clear, we could try and shoot some of them.”

Aeric shook his head uselessly in the darkness. “Nah, not worth it. Right now, they don’t know if we went down river and tried to double-back on them or if we kept going straight. If we shoot at them in this darkness, we wouldn’t hit any of them. All we’d do is let them know that we were still here.”

They picked up their packs and slid their arms through the straps as quietly as they could and then pushed their bikes northward towards the spillway. They reached the top and ran into a concrete barrier that marked the side of the spillway. There wasn’t an easy way to go over it, so they had to go back down the hill until they could skirt around near the bottom and back up the dam’s side.

It was a painstakingly slow process as they moved across the awkward angle of the concrete spillway, pushing their bikes. Aeric no longer heard the Vultures searching below; he didn’t need to hear them to know that they were still there. Those dogs had pursued them for a long time. They had their quarry’s smell imprinted on their brains and the river trick wouldn’t deter them for long.

“We need to cross the lake,” he said flatly. “They’re gonna find us soon if we stay on this side of the water.”

“If we cross the lake, we lose the bikes,” Joseph pointed out.

“Maybe we could steal a boat big enough for the bikes, too.” Finding a usable boat was unlikely. The few that they’d seen since they arrived at the lake were nothing but washed-up wreckage. The larger bodies of water like Old Fisher Lake at San Angelo had fared better than the streams and ponds, so if the water was drinkable there were probably people living around the lake, which meant the potential for usable boats. However, anyone they ran into wouldn’t give up their boat easily and they’d likely have another fight on their hands.

The baying of the hounds behind them tore through the night as they rediscovered the trail on the near side of the river. They had to make a decision quickly. Once they made it off the spillway, they either had to keep riding around the edge of the lake until they found a boat or they could swim for it. More than twenty men pursued them, so staying for a fight wasn’t an option and the idea of swimming across the lake in the darkness wasn’t appealing either. If they didn’t drown or get attacked by some type of mutated animal in the water, they’d probably lose their weapons and backpacks. In reality, they only had the one choice. They had to continue around the lake until they found a usable boat.

At the bottom of the spillway, an old weed-choked gravel path led northeast along the edge of the lake. The path made for faster riding as they pedaled as hard as they could to put some distance between them and the Vultures, but they had to swerve to avoid the creeping grasses and cacti that could easily puncture their tires, which slowed them down significantly.

Chunks of gravel began to fly up all around them and then reports from the gunfire reached their ears. The long stretch of relatively open trail provided excellent fields of fire for their pursuers. Aeric whipped his bike back and forth erratically, trying to avoid the whizzing bullets and the thorns.

Seconds after the firing began, Joseph cried out in pain and jerked his handlebars too hard, causing the front tire to turn completely sideways. His momentum carried the back half of the bike up and over the front and the Shooter went flying through the air. Joseph landed hard and Aeric hit his bike, unable to avoid the wreckage. He crashed sideways, skidding several feet across the gravel.

The stars above him were fuzzy and his head throbbed. Aeric wondered where he was and then the sound of the Vultures shooting at him reminded him quickly. “Joseph! We gotta go,” he screamed as he scrambled on hands and knees toward the safety of the bushes along the path. The M-4, hanging loosely from its strap across his shoulder slammed repeatedly into him, alternating between his knee and elbow as it swung.

Aeric wasn’t watching where he placed his hands as he crawled and the spike from a cactus impaled him. He grunted in pain and fell to his side. In the darkness, he could barely make out the dark gray tip of a thorn protruding from the back side of his hand. The base of the thorn rested against his palm, it had gone completely through his hand. The wound in his palm wasn’t bleeding like the back side yet, so he left it in place and pushed himself up, running at a crouch towards the concealment of the bushes. He reached them a half-second before Joseph did.

“The lake is this way,” Aeric shouted as he pushed his way through the spine-covered vines and razor-sharp grass. He winced as a hundred small cuts and pricks opened his skin, causing blood to flow freely and mingle with the massive wound in his hand.

The weeds gave way and his feet plunged into the muddy water at the edge of the lake. Joseph emerged behind him, favoring his left leg. “This way,” Aeric called over his shoulder as he splashed in the open water towards the north.

They’d gone only twenty feet before providence smiled on them and Aeric’s shins banged into the rough metal of an old upside down flat-bottomed fishing boat. “Ugh,” he grunted as the boat caused him to stop.

“Flip it over!” Joseph said as he pulled his carbine off his shoulder. Aeric bent to the task while the Shooter covered him, prepared to deal with whatever had taken up residence underneath the boat’s hull.

He pulled hard on the small boat, flipping it up on its side and the night’s darkness gave way to brilliant light and sound as Joseph fired his M-4 into something underneath. He allowed the boat to fall over onto its bottom and fumbled for his own rifle.

“Don’t bother. I got it,” Joseph winced as he stepped around a dark form on the ground and gripped the side of the boat. Aeric stared at the hairy mass of teeth and claws for a moment before rushing into the water beside his companion. He held the boat steady, while Joseph clamored awkwardly over the side and then pulled himself up while the other man leaned against the opposite gunwale.