Authors: Macaela Reeves
He would still for but a moment, then his eyes would open again and..
“He
’
s
gonna
show right?” Ben grumbled, his boots squeaking across the rooftop.
“He said he
’
d come. He
’
ll come.” I had faith D wouldn.t leave me here.
“You better not have screwed us
Liv
.”
“What are you saying Ben?” I didn
’
t like the venom in his voice.
“I
’
m saying...” He stalked over to me, looming like the big oaf that he was.
“...knock it off.” Cole cut in, in a tired voice. He was rubbing his eyes with his hands, shoulders slumped.
Defeated was probably the best word for it. Thankfully Ben abided his request with a curse and went back to pacing.
Then Dimitri was at my side, the strong scent of him filled my nose.
“What happened to this one?” He asked me, while Ben jumped back about ten feet. I had forgotten to mention their little poof in and out abilities.
Honestly how had they thought he was going to get here?
“Adam was bitten.” I choked back tears while my friend moaned through the pain.
“Time to go.” No apologies, no condolences, just factual. Anger rose in my chest, my mouth twisted in a sneer.
“We can’
t just leave him here.” I snapped, jumping to my feet.
“He belongs to the dead now.” D
’
s tone was flat, his pretty accent did nothing to warm his words.
“He
’
s not dead yet!” I stomped around the roof. It seemed so cruel. To just leave him here. Alone.
Defenseless. No one should die alone.
“Would you prefer to wait until he turns and comes for you?” Dimitri asked.
“
Liv
. The
fanger
is right.” Cole spoke calmly to me, then turned to D. “No offense.”
Dimitri smiled, revealing his extended white canines. “None taken.”
I walked up to Adam, my throat tight. His eyes were shut, his face slack indicating he had passed out. I wanted to reach out and touch him, but fear kept my hands at my sides.
“Goodbye old friend, you always looked out for me from above. I
’m...I’
m sorry I was such an ass when we met. You always looked after me even when I was. I
’
m so...so incredibly sorry
I couldn’t do the same today. I’
m
gonna
miss you and I hope....I hope you find your family and some peace wherever you go.” I stood, wiping my eyes with the back of my hand.
Moving aside gave Cole and Ben the opportunity to say their goodbyes. Cole muttered to him about what a tough son of a gun he was while I walked back over to Dimitri. My dear vampire was looking particularly guarded at the moment, his face flat and emotionless. I would ask
him what he was thi
nking, but at the moment I didn’
t really care. I had my own issues to
deal with.
It took everything I had not to flat out
bawl. I’
d lost many people since this all began
. Since the wall went up I hadn’
t lost anyone that I was close to. Seeing Adam work through the stages of infection opened up all those old wounds all over again. He wouldn
’
t wave down at me from the tower anymore, wouldn
’t save me a seat at the G
arage. Wouldn
’
t
settle down a bunch of hot heads or sweep some young girl off her feet.
Tears welled in my eyes again, I wasn
’
t ready for this.
Shirtless and shivering Ben rejoined Dimitri and me followed shortly by Cole. The four of us formed a solemn semi
-
circle on the roof.
“Should we end him before we go? You
know...so he’
s not one of them?” Ben asked scratching at his arms, his eyes red as well.
Those words set off an explosion none anticipated. The three of us started arguing, yelling and shouting at each other with venom we had never shown before. I couldn
’
t stand for them to
kill the kid. He was our friend. He was still human. Cole called it euthanasia, putting him out of his misery. It didn't seem humane to me. Over the harsh words and exaggerated gestures a cold
voice cut through the night.
“I will take care of it.” Dimitri offered. To which I was pleasantly surprised that Cole nodded in agreement.
With tears in my eyes I begged him to be swift about it.
Dimitri bade us to take hands and in the blink of an eye we were just inside the wall. Miles away from our dying friend. Safe in the confines of Junction.
Rest in peace Adam King.
Chapter
16
I lay in my night filled room, my eyes plastered to the ceiling. My nose was tormented by the smells of rot from the city intermixed by the rich copper of blood. I was sure all traces of either had been washed off by the rain when I walked home, but even gone the smell stuck in
my nostrils. I’
d been back in my house for almost two hours since Dimit
ri dropped us off. Since then I’
d been
laying here lost in thought. It began with my tears coming and going on their own accord, then they slowly receded like a gentle stop at an intersection. This time though, there was no hitting the gas to move forward. I was stuck.
I laid there waiting, thinking maybe Dimitri would come home and somehow
I.d
feel better.
He had yet to walk in the door.
I groaned and fluffed my pillow, finding the dead quiet of the room and the soft rain outside too peaceful for how I was feeling. It was too calm; everything since we had wound up back in junction had been too calm.
“What do we do now?” Cole had asked me. Ben had been at his side, equally perplexed. I had thought about that question over and over again since I had said my answer; even now as I lay here.
“We go home.” My response had struck him by surprise.
I rolled over in bed and rearranged my pillows. No matter the effort all I felt under my head was a bag of rocks; pointy uncomfortable stones that demanded that I remain conscious with my grief. What should I do now?
What could I do? I can
’
t change the past.
“We
’
ll meet tomorrow at
Smittys
.” He had said to me, his voice carrying the resolve of a marathon runner who had tripped on the first quarter mile. Despite this, I
couldn’
t have it. Enough was enough.
I can
’
t change the past.
It had started to rain. The water pouring down from above echoed that still falling from my eyes. The world was right to mourn his loss. The cold splashing against my skin and soaking through my clothes my teeth had chattered. The words I had spoken next were not like me.
“No. We just go home. There are no next steps no plan. That's it. This is stupid and pointless and got Adam killed. I
’
m done.”
I rolled over in bed again, facing the other wall.
A flash of lightening brightened the room for only a moment. It hadn
’
t stopped raining since I got home.
I
’
m done I
’
m done I
’
m done.
It
’
s over.
I took a deep breath.
I can
’
t change the past.
As those words rolled through my mind again and again, a certain weight lifted from my shoulders. The past...that's all it was. Was a time that was. The thought
of it was so simple so silly that I found myself giggling.
Lying
in bed in the dark giggling.
Perhaps I had gone mad?
I don
’
t know when my laughter mutated into sleep. I did not dream, instead I blinked and the room was full of light.
I stretched and got ready. My hair was starting to get long, now sticking behind my shoulders. I debated cutting it, and decided against it.
In fact, I thought about taking a serious look at my day job.
Breakfast was the usual...eggs and milk. There was a note for me on the counter.
Meet me at Saint Augustine’s Center at nightfall.
Dimitri
I frowned. His handwriting looked a little off from his previous notes. Oh well, maybe it had been a hard night on him too. I shrugged on my jacket then took it off. It reminded me too much of the night before. Instead I went back into my room and grabbed a bulky sweatshirt out of the closet.
I had the day off -which was a good thing I couldn
’
t imagine going to the wall and not seeing Adam staring down at me from his little perch- instead I made an effort at being a productive member of the colony.
I went to my old home and helped Zoe with the laundry. The Dole twins with winter firewood prep. I even made an attempt at canning with Candice. All that hard work later the sun was starting to set in the sky and I was itching to see what D wanted with me at the old Christian center.
Thinking back to his little dinner attempt, maybe it was something romantic? Yeah right, like he was a wedding bells vampire. Maybe it was a quiet funeral for Adam. My chest
ached as I thought of it; Adam laying there on the altar all pasty and covered with a sheet.
Father Flannigan couldn’
t officiate, because technically no one knew he was dead or missing. Cole had
covered his tracks at Adam’
s homestead. All his blood relatives were already dead...
I took a deep breath, not wanting to start bawling again.
The center was on the North West side of the small town. A little brick building attached to the church that served varying purposes depending on the season.
I jogged up to the center
’
s front door and was met with a cheery welcome sign. I didn
’
t see much light inside but the windows were small and covered with blinds.
“Hello?” I opened the door and tripped over something.
A human foot. There were bodies...everywhere.
The smell invaded my nose, assaulted my eyes.
Oh my god...
I immediately panicked. Expecting one of them to move, to rise and moan and...
Nothing. Just piles of dead flesh, ripped to shreds and swarming with flies. The buzzing was so loud it was like music.
“You are a rude little rat you know that? Never knocking, just barging in wherever you want to go.”
Antonia.
The bodies on the floor at my feet, there was a ripped Vikings jacket stained with blood.
I thought of the distress signal I had received.
The garbled message. They weren
’
t saying stone creek.
They were saying saint center. The signal had come from inside the colony. The center was one of the few places that had an emergency transmission system from being an old bomb shelter.
The missing caravan. They were kept here. Kept before they were killed.
“You murdered the caravan from Lake City. All of them.” My voice wavered. How could I have missed that? Right under our noses this whole time, inside our very walls. Those people,
b
egging for help…
“Not all of them.” She smiled. “I split the spoils with the good doctor.”
“You
’
re supposed to protect people.”
“Correction. We.re supposed to protect the people in here.” She pointed to the ground then spread her arms wide. “Those wandering in the wilds are free game.”
“They were from Lake City. Another
p
rotected
c
olony.”
With a smirk she circled me, her fangs extended down over her ruby lips. “The property of Zhang Qi does not concern me.” I didn.t know that name...must have been a vampire in
M
innesota. I looked around at the dark body filled room. I needed
to stall. No time to think, no
time to plan. She was staring at me, her perfect blond brow dipped into a frown. I had to say
s
omething.
“So, blood liaison's not enough for you?” I muttered, trying to sound curious rather than aggressive.