Eden Rising (7 page)

He had appropriated a Winnebago motor home from one of his parents’ neighbors, and used it to transport his family to the cemetery. He started with his father first, half carrying, half dragging him across the lawn, then laying him as gently as possible into one of the center two graves. His mother came next, and then, flanking his parents, his sisters.

He’d considered finding coffins for each of them at first, but one check of the available boxes inside the mortuary quickly dispelled that notion. They were far too heavy for him to move by himself, and would be even more so once they were filled. His parents and sisters would have to make do with the sheets he had wrapped them in.

Standing there in the shade of the tree, he wasn’t sure what he should do next. To this point it had been almost a mechanical process—shroud the bodies, transport them, dig the graves, put the bodies in the holes. In fact, if it hadn’t been like that, he may have never been able to finish. But now, with only the burying remaining, he felt he should do something more.

A prayer, maybe?

The only prayer he knew was the Lord’s Prayer, and even with that one he was unsure about some of the wording. Still, it was better than nothing.

He moved to the foot of the graves and began.

“Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on Earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive…”

Is it “our trespassers”? That didn’t seem right.

As he tried to recall the correct phrase, a memory came to him. His mother, young and vibrant, holding his hand in hers while carrying his sister—it must have been Kathy—as they entered a church.

When they were inside, she glanced down at him and said in a quiet voice, “Don’t forget, Benjamin, no talking.” She squeezed his hand and smiled.

It was a short memory, a minor detail of some forgotten day, but it was more than enough to knock him to his knees. He had thought he’d finished with the tears. He had thought his emotions had already played out.

He was wrong.

He rolled onto his back on the narrow strip of grass between his mother and father, the last time together as a family, the five of them in a row. How long he sobbed, he didn’t know, but by the time he regained control again, the shadows had grown long.

It took all of his effort, but he finally forced himself to his feet and picked up the shovel.

Again, he felt the need to say something, but this time not even a prayer came to mind, so he stuck the blade into the pile of dirt and began filling the graves.

6

WYOMING-MONTANA BORDER

5:49 PM MST

A
SH AND THE
others of the
last contingent to leave the Ranch spent the entire day trying to stay ahead of the storm. Their luck ran out twenty-three miles north of Sheridan, Wyoming.

At first it was only a smattering of snow, the flakes hitting the road and melting almost immediately, but in no time, the intensity increased to a point the Humvees had to slow to a crawl.

“We’ll stop in Sheridan and find shelter,” Matt announced over the radio. “Looks like we’re going to have to ride this out.”

The final twenty miles took them nearly an hour and a half, so by the time they exited the I-90 onto Main Street, four inches of snow had already covered the asphalt.

“Pizza Hut!” Brandon said, looking out his window. He turned to his father. “You think the food there might still be good? Maybe we can make a pizza.”

“Maybe,” Ash said.

“Probably best not to get your hopes up,” Josie told her brother.

“I know, but…it’d be great if we could.”

Josie shook her head, but Ash could tell she was hoping her brother was right.

“There’s a Super 8 motel up here on the left,” Matt radioed. “We’ll pull in and check it out. The rest of you stay in your vehicles.”

Chloe drove their Humvee into the lot and parked, leaving the motor running. Outside, snow swirled in the headlight beams as a brisk breeze rocked the truck. From their position, they could see a few lights on in the motel, but not much else.

“How are you feeling?” Dr. Gardiner asked Ash.

“Not as bad as I thought I’d feel,” Ash said, truthfully.

“Any unusual pains or discomfort?”

“Nothing that wasn’t there before we started.”

That seemed to be the answer the doctor wanted to hear. “I can give you some pain pills before you go to sleep tonight.”

“Keep them.”

Gardiner studied him for a moment. “Are you sure? It’ll help you sleep.”

“I’ll be fine,” Ash said.

“Good,” Gardiner said. “But no running around once we get out. I want you to find a bed and stay there.”

“I’ll make sure he does,” Josie said before her father could speak.

Ash raised an eyebrow. “Oh, you will, will you?”

“I will,” she said, meeting his stare.

The radio crackled.

“This is a bust,” Matt said. “Most of the rooms are…occupied. I checked the phone book. There are several more motels we can try.

“How about that one?” Josie said, pointing across the street.

Through the storm, Ash could see a weakly lit yellow sign with a word that looked like “motel” at the bottom. “Tell him,” he told her.

Chloe handed the microphone back to Josie. Tentatively, Josie pushed the talk button.

“Mr. Hamilton?”

“Who is this?”

“Josie.”

“Josie? What is it?”

“There’s a motel right across the street.”

Silence for a moment. “I can’t see anything from here,” Matt said.

Ash took the mic from his daughter. “It’s there, all right. We’ll swing over and check it out.”

“Okay. We’ll meet you there in a minute.”

The new place was called The Paradise Motel. It was one of those single-story structures like the Bates Motel from
Psycho
, hopefully minus the insane manager. Ash couldn’t see all the way to the back, but there had to be at least a dozen rooms.

Chloe parked the truck near the front. “Doc, you want to join me for a look around?”

“What? Me?” Gardiner said, surprised.

“Unless you think it’s all right for Ash to come along.”

“No. Of course not. I’ll, um—”

“I’ll go with you,” Lily said from the back.

“No, I’ll do it,” Brandon said.

“I don’t think so,” Ash said.

“Why not?”

Ash opened his mouth, but no response came to mind. Searching the motel would be nothing compared to the ordeal Brandon had gone through after Project Eden attacked the Ranch.

“It’s okay,” Gardiner said. “I can go.”

“No offense, Dr. Gardiner, but I have more experience than you,” Brandon said. He glanced toward Lily. “Than you, too.”

As much as he hated to admit it, Ash knew his son was right.

“You can go,” he said, “but only if you listen to everything Chloe tells you. She’s in charge.”

Brandon had the door open before his father had even finished. “Sure, sure. No problem.”

__________

B
RANDON WAS TOO
excited to feel
the cold as he climbed out of the truck. He thought for sure his dad would not back down, but he had.

“Over here,” Chloe called from around the front of the truck.

As he jogged over, he said, “You want to start in the front and me in the back? Or the other way around?”

“Not so fast, hotshot. What I want is for you to stick close to me, okay?”

His smile dipped a little, but not much. “Sure. No problem.”

They headed over to the covered walkway that ran down the length of the building. Approximately every twenty feet along was a door to a room, each with a window beside it. Most of the windows had curtains drawn across them, and those that didn’t revealed rooms too dark to make anything out.

Chloe tried a few doors, but they were all locked.

“Office,” she said, turning the other way. “They’ll have keys there.”

The office door was locked, too, but it took only a few shoves from Chloe’s shoulder to pop the door free.

As she stepped inside, she pushed her hood back. “Son of a bitch, it’s like a sauna in here.” She shot a quick look at Brandon. “Don’t tell your dad I said that.”

“He says worse,” Brandon said as he joined her. She was right. Someone had left the lobby heat on at a nice toasty temperature.

Along one wall was a ten-foot-long reception counter, and on the wall behind it, a cabinet consisting of several cubbyholes, each with a key inside. To the side of the cabinet was a closed door.

While Brandon checked under the reception desk for anything of interest, Chloe began pulling out the keys and setting them on the counter.

A noise from somewhere behind Brandon caused him to pause. “Was that you?” he asked.

“Was what me?”

“That noise.”

She looked at him, waiting for more.

“It was kind of a, I don’t know, whine?” he said.

“I didn’t hear anything.”

As she spoke, the whine that wasn’t quite a whine returned for a moment.

“That,” he said. “You heard it that time, right?”

She frowned. “No.”

He looked around, and gestured at the closed door. “It came from over there, I think.”

“You’re sure?”

“I think so.”

Chloe pulled out her pistol and crept over to the door. Placing her ear against the side, she listened.

“Anything?” Brandon asked.

“Get back,” she whispered, motioning him to the other end of the counter.

As soon as he was out of the way, she eased the door open.

Another moan, this one long and high pitched and definitely coming from the other side of the door. No way Chloe missed it this time.

“What is that?” he asked.

“Shh!” Chloe said, and stepped through the doorway.

Unable to contain his curiosity, Brandon sneaked back along the counter until he had a decent view through the opening. The room on the other side looked like a living room. Perhaps it was where whoever owned the place lived.

As he stepped closer, he leaned across the threshold. Chloe was on the other side of the room, inching toward an open doorway. Quiet and smooth, she slipped her hand around the edge of the doorframe. Suddenly an interior light blazed on, bringing with it a renewed and louder moan. Brandon could see Chloe listen for a moment, and then move into the room, out of sight.

Silence. Then a screech, and a “Shit!” and a thump-thump-thump as several objects hit the ground.

Brandon took a step back. “Chloe, are you all—”

Movement coming out of the other room, low, close to the floor. Chloe appeared a second later, glanced in Brandon’s direction, and yelled, “Shut the door!”

He shot forward and grabbed the doorknob. As he started to pull it closed, he saw something skittering across the floor toward him—gray and fast.

He yanked the door the rest of the way, sealing Chloe and whatever that thing was inside, and held on tight to the knob.

On the other side, he could hear movement and a hiss, followed by something crashing to the ground. When the knob began to turn in his hand, he nearly jumped in surprise.

“Brandon! Let me out!” Chloe said.

The second he let go, the door jerked open and Chloe rushed out, immediately pulling the door closed again.

On the other side, more hisses and cries.

“What was that?” Brandon asked.

“A very hungry cat.”

“You mean like a mountain lion?”

“I mean like a house cat. Probably been in there by itself for a week or more.”

“So you ran away from a house cat?”

“What did you want me to do? Shoot it?”

“No, but—”

A whine from the other side, and then a scratch, as the tip of a paw appeared in the space beneath the door.

“Come on,” Chloe said. “Let’s check out the rooms.”

“We’re just going to leave him here?”

“If you want to get all scratched up, be my guest.”

She started toward the front door, Brandon reluctantly following.

__________

A
S SOON AS
the other Humvees arrived, Matt popped out of his vehicle and joined Ash in his.

“Was just talking to Rachel,” Matt said. “She had someone check one of the NOAA satellites. Looks like we’re going to miss the bulk of the storm. Doesn’t mean we won’t get pelted, though. They were able to confirm that it’s still dipping south along the Rockies with no signs of stopping. Hoping it won’t get quite as far as Colorado Springs, but if it does, we’ll keep going south until we reach a clear road leading west.”

“What’s the news on survivors?” Ash asked.

“They’ve been able to pinpoint a couple dozen more groups.” Matt paused, his face clouding with concern. “Many of them are reporting that they’ve been in contact with the UN, and are either expecting a delivery of vaccine at any time or are prepping to head to one of these survival stations the Project’s been setting up. We’re trying to get teams to as many of them as possible first, but there’s no way we’ll get them all.”

“So we leave those we can’t reach to die?” Ash asked.

“It doesn’t make me happy, either,” Matt said. “But we only have so many resources. The Project is going to get to a lot of these people. And who knows how many more survivors we haven’t been able to contact will trickle into these places. Ash, I hate it as much as you, but we’re not going to be able to save everyone.”

“It’s not acceptable,” Ash said. “We have to do
something
.”

“If you have a suggestion, I’m listening.”

A door opened and Brandon stuck his head in.

“All clear,” Brandon said. “Fifteen rooms.”

Ash smiled at his son. “Good job, buddy.”

Brandon smiled as he grabbed his backpack off the floor. “I claimed room number two for you, me, and Josie. That’s near the front end,” he said before heading back into the snow.

Ash stared after him, both proud and sad.

Matt reached over and patted Ash on the arm. “We can all use some rest,” he said, and climbed out after Brandon. “We’ll talk more in the morning.”

“Sure,” Ash said absently.

“Come on, Dad,” Josie said. “I’ll help you out.”