Sky on Fire

Authors: Emmy Laybourne

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STILL FOR SAM

CONTENTS

Monument 14: Savage Drift Excerpt

To whoever finds this:

Here's a math problem for you.

Eight kids who cannot be exposed to the air for longer than 30â40 seconds without experiencing horrible, really psychotic consequences set out to travel 67 miles down a dark highway in a school bus that survived a freak hailstorm and crashing through the plate-glass window of a Greenway superstore. The kids are likely to be attacked or detained by an unknown quantity of obstacles including chemically deranged murderers, highway robbers, roadblocks, and other unforseen complications.

Calculate the odds of their arrival to the Denver International Airport, where, they believe, they will be rescued.

I know, you're missing data so you cannot really calculate the odds properly. But if you know anything about mathâeven the most basic principles of odds and probabilityâyou know this: Our odds suck.

That's why I'm writing this letter. So when you find this, you will know who was here.

On the bus with me are:

Niko MillsâOur leader. He is (or was) a junior at Lewis Palmer High. He's also a Boy Scout and has type A blood, which means that if he's exposed to the air for more than a minute, he will start to blister and die.

Brayden CutlassâJunior. Type AB, so will suffer from paranoid delusions but that hardly mattersâhe's nearly unconscious. He's the reason, well, one of the reasons, why we're trying to get to Denver. He was shot in the shoulder by one of the two outsiders we allowed to enter the Greenway with us. The hospital in Monument is closed, but we have been told there are doctors at DIA, because that's where the evacuations are taking place.

Josie MillerâSophomore. Also type AB. One of the nicest girls I have ever met, not that that matters, but just in case someone reads this.

Sahalia WennerâOnly 13, but thinks she's in high school. Type B, like me. We show no obvious visible effects but will suffer from “reproductive failure” so that none of us can ever have a child. Big whoop.

Batiste HarrisonâSecond grade. Type B, like Sahalia and me. Can be a bit preachy sometimes. Definitely goes to church but I don't know which one.

Ulysses DominguezâFirst grade. Type AB. English not so good.

Max SkolnikâFirst grade. Type A. Has wild hair and tells wild stories. Not that you could see his hair or hear his stories now, since he's bundled up in five layers of clothing and wearing an air mask. We all are.

That's everyone on the bus. But some of us stayed behind. Like my stupid 16-year-old brother, Dean Grieder.

He stayed in the Greenway on Old Denver Highway in Monument, CO, with the following:

Astrid HeymanâSenior. Type O. Girl of my brother's stupid dreams who, by the way, isn't even nice and I don't think even
likes
my brother as a friend, much less anything else.

Chloe (Can't remember her last name)âThird grader. Type O. Obnoxious.

Caroline McKinleyâKindergarten and

Henry McKinleyâKindergarten. They're twins. Type AB.

If you have found this notebook, please, please go and rescue my brother and the others. They could still be waiting in the Greenway for help.

Dean
says
he stayed because he, Astrid, and Chloe are all type O and will turn into bloodthirsty monsters if they're exposed to the chemicals, but we were going to tie them up and sedate them. They would have been fine.

There. Now there's a record of my brother's bad decision. Though I guess if you are fishing this out of the charred hulk of our bus and are about to go rescue him, then maybe he made the right choice after all.

I also want to mention Jake Simonsen. Senior. Type B. Though he abandoned our group while out on a reconnaissance mission, he deserves to be listed here, because he was one of the original Monument 14.

That's it for now.

Alex GriederâAge 13. Type B.

September 28, 2024

CHAPTER ONE

DEAN

DAY 12

It was a lovely moment. Astrid hugging little Caroline and Henry. Luna barking and licking all the faces she could reach.

Of course, we were all wearing five layers of clothing to protect our skin from the compounds. And I had on my air mask. And Chloe was off to the side, masked and layered up and lying in a drugged sleep on an inflatable mattress. But for us, in the Greenway, it was a nice moment.

Seeing Astrid kiss them all over their little, dirty, freckled faces made me feel hopeful and happy. I guess seeing Astrid expressing love for them made my own feelings for her swell up. I felt like my heart would burst.

Then Astrid took in a deep breath.

And I saw her nostrils flare. She inhaled too long and I knew the rage was kicking in.

“Why did you stay?” she moaned. “You dumb, DUMB KIDS. WHY DID YOU STAY?”

She crushed the twins to her chest, holding one of their redheaded skulls in each hand.

And then I had to tackle her and hold her down.

So much for lovely Greenway moments.

Caroline and Henry were crying as I wrestled Astrid to the ground.

“Get her mask!” I yelled.

Astrid lashed out, pushing up against me.

Luna was barking her fluffy white head off.

“Caroline,” I hollered, my voice muffled by my mask. “Get her air mask! Bring it here.”

Astrid had let it fall to the ground when she saw the twins and started hugging and kissing them.

Caroline brought me the mask, as Astrid kicked and bucked. It took everything I had to keep her down.

“Put it on her!” I shouted.

Caroline, crying hard, pressed the mask over Astrid's face. Henry came over and helped her hold it in place.

“Stop fighting me!” I yelled at Astrid. “You're okay. You just got a hit of the compounds. Just breathe.”

“Do it harder,” Henry said to Caroline and she nodded. They crushed the mask down more firmly.

Astrid looked at us, at me. The fury in her sky-blue eyes receded, slowly, until finally she closed them and her whole body softened underneath me.

I stayed on top of her until she said hoarsely, “I'm all right.”

I got to my knees, then to my feet.

Astrid put her hand up and placed it on the mask, gently pushing the twins aside as she sat up.

Caroline patted Astrid on the back.

“It's okay, we know it wasn't really you.”

“Yeah,” Henry agreed. “It was Monster-Astrid, not Real-Astrid.”

“Come on, everyone,” I said. “We gotta fix the gate! Now!”

*Â Â Â *Â Â Â *

We had needed to open the gate to let out the bus with Alex, Niko, Josie, and the rest of them. The layers of blankets and plastic and plywood we'd used to seal the gate and make the store airtight were all messed up now.

First we had to reseal the gate and then, somehow, purify the air. Would the entire store be contaminated now? I didn't know.

I grabbed the blankets and plastic sheeting that hung from the gate and pressed them back into place. “Hand me a staple gun!” I shouted to the twins.

The staple guns were still there, set to the side, from the first time we'd sealed the gate. I was now glad we were so sloppy as to leave our tools around. Or maybe Niko had left them there on purpose. He was very thorough that way.

I got the blankets and plastic back up in the time it took for Astrid to get to her feet and drag the first plywood sheet over.

I tried to staple it but only got three good hits when there was a hollow
CLINK-CLINK
sound from the staple gun. I was out of staples.

“Shoot,” I mumbled.

There weren't any extra staples in the box, either.

“Be right back!” I hollered.

You had to shout to be understood in the stupid air masks.

I didn't want to think about Niko and Josie and Alex trying to communicate through them on the bus.

They should never have left and every time it even came into my mind that they had left, I got angry.

I didn't need to be angry just then, though. I needed to be smart. We had to get the store sealed up quickly.

*Â Â Â *Â Â Â *

I headed to Home Improvement.

I passed Chloe on her air mattress. She still had her mask on and all her layers and was totally out cold. The sleeping pill Niko had given her was strong.

She was going to be so pissed off when she woke up and discovered that Niko and the rest had gone on without her.

She had missed the whole drama of Astrid and me telling everyone we weren't going. That it wasn't safe for us to go out, because of our blood type.

She certainly hadn't been consulted when Niko took her off the bus.

But we were right, I told myself. It
was
too dangerous for us to go out there. Astrid had gotten just a momentary whiff of the compounds and had gone berserk. Us out in the open air, trying to make it sixty miles to Denver? We would have murdered them.

I was sure of it. We made the right choice.

And we had enough supplies in the Greenway to last us for weeks or months. Long enough for the others to make it to DIA and arrange some kind of a rescue. Or long enough to wait out the compoundsâwe had heard the effects would only last for three to six months.â¦

As I got back with my reloaded staple gun, I saw that Caroline and Henry were gently bouncing next to Chloe's slumbering form on the air mattress. Luna was curled up next to them.

They looked like three little aliens and their pet dog, out to sea on a raft.

Then there came a loud
THUNK
from the gate.

Astrid jumped and looked at me.

The
THUNK
came again.

“Hey!” came a voice.

“Hello?” Astrid yelled.

“I knew it! I knew I saw a light! Hey, Jeff, I was right! There's somebody in there!”

“Who are you?” I shouted.

“Name's Scott Fisher. Open the gate and let us in, would ya?”

“Sorry,” I lied. “We can't open it.”

“Oh, sure, you can. You just did. It was just open a minute ago. We saw the light! Come on!”

“Yeah! Let us in,” echoed another voice. Jeff, I presumed.