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David drove on in silence till they reached Purohit's headquarters. It was now four in the evening, and they had to begin to plan for the night that lay ahead, but Mayukh was shocked to see a crowd of at least twenty people gathered on the roadside. As they parked, one of them whispered to Mayukh.

'Have you also come to see the miracle boy?'

Wondering what was going on, Mayukh and David ran up the stairs, to find Purohit and his friends sitting at the stairwell, fully armed. One of the old men had a bloody lip.

'What happened to you?', David asked.

'I hit him', Purohit answered quietly, still watching the crowd outside, and then explained further.

'The fool met a group of survivors and told them about how Abhi had survived being bitten. The word's spread like wildfire- people believe it's a miracle. Some believe that if Abhi touches them, they'll be immune as well.'

'Oh shit, old man! Why the hell did you do that?'

The man whom Mayukh had heard referred to only as Margarita averted his eyes.

'Everyone has given up hope. They're just waiting to die. Don't you get it? Abhi gives them, gives all of us some hope. But maybe I should have kept my mouth shut.'

Purohit leaned out the window and shouted.

'People, there's no miracle boy here. It's almost Sunset anyways. Get the hell back to wherever you're hiding before the Biters come. Good luck.'

At the mention of the Biters, the crowd melted away, but Mayukh knew that they would have to find another hideout soon. Purohit and his friends helped carry the supplies in, and they settled down to an early dinner just as the Sun began to set. When they were finished, Purohit tried his luck with his radio again. At first there was only the familiar static, but then suddenly they all heard a voice.

'All is not lost. Survivors are regrouping across the world. If you're anywhere in northern India come to Ladakh if you can. We are army soldiers and are based at the Thirse Monastery. You will be safe here.'

After a few seconds, the announcement was repeated once, and then there was nothing but static. They all looked at each other, stunned at the announcement they had just heard.

Then the Biters began screaming outside.

***

SEVEN

'They're up early tonight', said Purohit as he quickly snuffed out all the lamps, and took up vigil near the window. David was right beside him, his eye glued to his scope. It was just after Sunset, and he had no real need of the night vision scope to see what was happening outside. There were more than two dozen Biters gathered at the mouth of the alley leading to the apartment, just standing there and screaming incoherently. Abhi had begun sobbing at the noise and Hina took him into the other room, trying in vain to distract him.

'Why are they just standing there? Could they have come back to attack us?'

There was no ready answer to Swati's question and David shrugged, lowering his rifle for a moment.

'No idea whatsoever, but let's not assume they even know we're here. They don't seem to have demonstrated much more intelligence or strategy than a pack of rabid animals. Maybe they'll just scream and leave us alone.'

Mayukh wasn't so sure, and guessed that David was trying to reassure Swati more than anything else. The Biters had shown some level of co-ordination and thinking during the battle at the bookstore, and if it was true that they were beginning to learn and evolve, there was no telling what would come next.

The three men with Purohit were huddled in the stairwell, a bottle in each hand, waiting for the order to launch their deadly cocktails. David looked at the Biters through his scope, seeing the outlines of the deformed faces and the tell tale turbans on their heads.

'Wonder what's with the damned turbans?'

Purohit sniggered.

'Damned Taliban Jihadis in Afghanistan started it all. Or at least that's what the news said. Maybe it's something that's still in their memory and transmitted along with the infection.'

David took in the information in silence, thinking back to his own tour of duty in Afghanistan and the carnage at his base.

A thought came to Mayukh.

'If that memory stayed with them and was somehow transmitted to all of them, what other memories could they have? Maybe they aren't learning any new skills, they're just remembering things they knew.'

Just then, the group of Biters began moving along the alley as one, their feet making a dull thumping sound on the pavement. They had stopped screaming, and they stopped when they were just ten meters away. Mayukh held his breath as he kept on hoping that perhaps they didn't have a particular target in mind, maybe they would just pass.

That was when one of the Biters stepped forward, raised his right hand and pointed straight at the window where Mayukh, David and Purohit were huddled. He uttered an ululating scream.

'Kaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaffffffrrrrrrr'

David felled him with a single bullet between the eyes, as the other Biters rushed towards the apartment. Purohit lit one bottle and flung it, the bottle boucing off the far wall, and creating a sheet of flame that enveloped two of the Biters who went down, screeching in agony, and were reduced to ashes in seconds. The man known as Margarita lit one of his bottles and advanced down the stairs, cocking his arm back to throw it towards the Biters who were now about to enter the stairwell.

That was when something totally unexpected happened. Three of the Biters took out rocks they had been hiding behind them and flung them at the men in the stairwell. They were clumsy throws, with aim and force no better than if they had been flung by small children. Yet in the confined space, and with the total element of surprise they presented, they caused the old man with the bottle in his hand to stumble. The bottle fell near his feet, engulfing him in flames. He screamed and rolled down the stairs, as more stones followed, targeting the two remaining men. One of them was hit in the forehead, and he slipped, falling down the stairs. Two Biters leaped over the burning man and tore into him, biting and clawing him till he was dead. The remaining man guarding the stairwell ran in utter terror up the stairs. David and Purohit were now at the top of the winding stairs and David fired a series of well-aimed shots over the retreating man, hitting two Biters in the head. As they went down, Purohit launched one more Molotov Cocktail, incinerating both of them and creating a barrier of flames that held the other Biters at bay.

It was now an uneasy standoff. There were still more than twenty Biters outside, and they were now standing flat against the wall, so that they could not be targeted from the window. If they did all decide to rush the stairwell, David wasn't sure they would be able to hold them all off. Their learning to launch stones, even if a crude tactic, had proved devastating, and now the people huddled in the small apartment waited for what would come next. Mayukh was watching out the window when he saw a shadow move to his left. He aimed and fired four rounds. The Biter was hit at least twice and fell, but staggered to his feet a few seconds later. That gave Mayukh the time to light a bottle, and as he felt the heat expand under his hand, he threw it. The bottle landed a mere foot in front of the Biter and he screamed as the fire took him. In the glow of the flames Mayukh saw that the other Biters were now gathering near the door.

'David, they're going to rush the door!'

That was when help arrived from a totally unexpected quarter. From a rooftop across the alley, someone dumped a bucketful of oil down on the Biters, and then someone threw a lamp. The sudden explosion of light and fire caused Mayukh to flinch and take cover, and when he looked out the window again, several of the Biters were on fire, and the others were scattering. From another rooftop, someone else threw two kerosene lanterns in their path, incinerating a couple more of them, as the remaining Biters escaped.

They didn't sleep a wink till the Sun finally came out, wary of another assault, but the Biters seemed to have had enough for the night. When the Sun finally rose, Purohit slumped to the ground, looking like the frail old man he was, and no longer the tough commando on the vigil. He had lost two good friends in the night, and the surviving guard from the stairwell was in a state of shock. David looked worried, and his expression mirrored what was on everyone's minds. The Biters had learnt how to use crude weapons, and moreover, they were not just attacking targets at random. The assault on their apartment had been a planned and coordinated one.

Mayukh and Swati were holding onto each other, trying hard to ignore the stench of burnt flesh that came wafting up from the stairwell. Abhi clung onto Mayukh's leg, but he was able to offer no real comfort to the boy.

Of all of them, only one seemed to have retained some control, and that was an unlikely candidate- Hina. She gently took Abhi from Mayukh and gave him some food, telling him that everyone was tired and needed rest.

'Will they play with me then?'

Hina assured him that they would, and then she approached Purohit, laying a hand on his shoulder. The old man looked up at her, trying hard to control his tears.

'You do realize that their attacking us was no coincidence?'

That had been the unspoken question on all of their minds, but nobody had dared to ask it yet. Purohit did not need to answer, for several voices echoed in the alley below.

'Is the boy okay?'

They all peered out the window to see more than a dozen men, women and children outside. They were just standing there, complete strangers, all bound together by their collective efforts the previous night in defending the apartment where Mayukh and the others had been besieged.

An old woman stepped forward and shouted in a hoarse voice.

'Get the boy to safety. The Biters know about him and will come again for him.'

Purohit and David leaned out and thanked everyone for their help and assured them that Abhi was fine. Mayukh felt Swati grip his hand, her face reflecting the same panic he felt creeping up his spine. She spoke slowly, as if afraid that saying the words would somehow make them more real.

'They can't be thinking through this, can they? They're just crazed with the infection, right?'

Mayukh would have liked to reassure her, but he had seen enough to tell him that the Biters were not just the bloodthirsty, random zombies they had initially seemed to be. There was slowly but surely a method to their madness, as if more elements of whatever collective memories or intentions that had formed the original infection were coming back, beyond just a reflexive desire to wear a turban and attack others. David was now looking Mayukh straight in the eye, and Mayukh saw the soldier motion for him to come to a corner. Swati held onto Mayukh's arm and spoke to David.

'David, I know you're going to talk about Abhi. Whatever it is, let's say it in the open.'

David sighed.

'Fair enough. We're all in this together now. Look, even if there is a slim chance that indeed they are trying to target Abhi, we all need to get out of here fast. We almost had it last night, and if they come in greater numbers, we won't stand a chance.'

Hina had been trying to keep Abhi busy in a corner, but the boy now knew that they were all talking about him. He looked at David, growing fear in his eyes.

'Are those not-nice people coming to get me?'

Mayukh wanted to hold him tight and tell him that everything would be fine, but he realized that kind of innocence and simplicity in his life was long gone, gone the night the infection began spreading, gone the moment his family had been shattered. He picked Abhi up and held him close. For several moments, there was an awkward silence as they all considered David's words.

Purohit broke the silence.

'I don't know whether they came for him or not, but the boy is the biggest threat to them, and the biggest hope for all of us. So he must be protected.'

Hina asked him what he meant.

'For whatever reason, he is immune to the infection. If scientists or doctors got a look at him, they may find out why, and be able to get a vaccine or cure for the infection.'

Mayukh said despairingly.

'Doctors? Scientists? All that's left are these goddam Biters and people trying to stay alive like us.'

Purohit shook his head.

'No, Mayukh. There is more than that- and it all starts with people regaining hope. You saw what happened last night. Total strangers, people who till now had just been hiding like rats, came out and fought to protect us. They did it because Abhi gives them hope that things can be better. We of all people cannot give up hope now.'

David interrupted him, speaking in little more than a whisper.

'Mayukh, he's right. Don't you remember the radio transmission we heard yesterday?'

A flash of realization came over Mayukh. They now had a destination.

Ladakh.

***

Their first stop was back to the bookstore, where they picked up maps and guides. When they learnt that the temperature could be near freezing at this time of the year, they went into a shop selling winter clothes. For a minute, they all stood there, looking at the jackets and sweaters strewn on the floor.

David spoke for all of them.