Empty Bodies (Book 5): Damnation (17 page)

“Come on,” Will said, putting his hand on Dylan’s shoulder. “Let’s go inside.”

***

When Will and Holly finished packing, they joined Charlie and the kids in the living room of the house.

“You guys ready?” Charlie asked.

“Yeah,” Will said. “Let’s get out of here.”

When they walked outside, a small contingency awaited them. This group included Timothy, Samantha, Doug and Maureen. Others who Will recognized but had not met kept their distance. Will placed his hand in the middle of Dylan’s back, urging him down the stairs first. They met Timothy and the others on the sidewalk.

“Are you sure you don’t want to stay?” Timothy asked.

“We appreciate the offer, but we can’t. We need to get to Roanoke.”

“Why?” Samantha asked. “The boy would be safe here. You’re really welcome to stay.”

Will considered the question for a moment, but then said, “We have to get there to see a friend.”

“We understand,” Timothy said.

Will used his head to signal Timothy away from the others. They met in the middle of the yard, a good fifteen yards from earshot of the group.

“Thank you, again, for helping out with Dylan,” Will said. “I’m not really sure what would've happened if not for your help.”

“It’s no problem. You all are good people. I’m glad that we could help and that we were able to meet you. And thank you for helping us out, as well.”

“I’m sorry again about Spencer.”

Timothy shrugged. “That’s the unfortunate world that we now live in.” He sighed and said, “Sadly, I doubt he will be the last.”

Will thought of everyone he’d lost, and simply nodded in agreement. He shifted his bag to the front, where he could reach into it. He opened the front pocket and pulled out an envelope. After looking down at it for a moment, slapping it into his palm, Will handed the envelope to Timothy.

“When we’re gone, please read this.” Timothy accepted the envelope. “It is for your eyes only unless you choose to share it with others. That’s up to you. I’m sorry that I didn’t have the chance to talk to you about this in person, but this letter should explain a lot.”

Timothy furrowed his brow. “What’s in the letter?”

“The truth,” Will replied. “Or at least as much as we’ve learned about it.”

Timothy looked as if he wanted to ask another question, but Will cut him off.

“Please, just wait until we’re gone, and read it. Things are going to seem quite unreal. Hopefully you’ve gained my trust enough to where you can believe that everything I have written here is true. It should help you and your people understand this world a little bit more and help you to survive.”

Licking his lips, Timothy stared down at the letter, and then back up at Will. He looked as if he had so many questions. Will knew that he would have many more once he read about Samuel drawing the demon out of him, but he’d tried his best in the letter to answer any questions Samuel or the others might have after reading it.

Timothy smiled and said, “All right.” He extended his hand once more, and Will shook it. This time, Timothy pulled him in for a hug. They embraced, and Will pulled away and patted him on the shoulder, then walked to the SUV.

Holly, Charlie, and Dylan were already inside when Will approached. He shook hands with Doug and Samantha, then hugged Maureen, thanking her for all of her hospitality.

As Will loaded into the SUV, Timothy called after him and he turned.

“You know where we are if you change your mind,” Timothy said.

Will smiled and nodded. He loaded into the SUV, and they were headed North again, back on the open roads.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

The scene played over and over again in Gabriel’s head. Everything from watching the two men walk out onto the field, as the crowd cheered at them as if they were animals, to both of the competitors’ lives ending in such a horrific way. They’d been eaten alive, and no one in the crowd aside from Gabriel had seemed to give a damn. Gabriel had always told himself that if he were in a position where getting eaten by an Empty was a certainty, he’d take as many of the bastards out as he could, before using the last bullet on himself. But neither of these men had been given that choice.

Worst of all, Gabriel now knew why he was here. What he didn’t know was why he’d been given his own space, or why Ambrose had opted to take a one-on-one meeting with him. Gabriel was just a pawn in Ambrose’s sick game—a gladiator slave like in ancient Rome. What Gabriel had seen was the form of entertainment in a lawless land. Nothing more. And, now, he was part of the game.

Back in his room, Gabriel sat on top of a desk, a sharp hunger in his stomach. He remained alone, still turning to thoughts of his family, to Dylan, and wondering what had come of Jessica, Thomas, and Claire. He’d looked for them at the stadium, but hadn’t spotted them in the crowd. He thought that perhaps they’d been in attendance, but placed in a spot where they’d been unable to locate Gabriel or each other.

Someone approached, and Gabriel didn’t even bother to get up off the desk. If these people were coming for him, so be it.

The sound stopped in front of the door, and the handle clicked. His elbow resting on his knees, Gabriel didn’t look toward the door as it opened. But out of the corner of his eye, he could see that Philadelphia Eagles hat.

“Come on,” Lance said.

Gabriel snorted. “What? You gonna drag me out there and let me prance around in front of all those fucking psychopaths?”

Lance made a move toward Gabriel, but was held back by the guard with long hair.

“Derek, let me go,” Lance said.

“You insane, Lance? You really think laying a hand on this douche is gonna be worth it when you have to explain it to Ambrose?”

Gabriel finally looked over and found amusement in looking at Lance’s face. His cheeks had turned beet-red, and his eyes looked like they might explode from their sockets. He breathed like he’d just sprinted two hundred yards.

Lance’s mouth curved into a malevolent smile.

“It’s all right,” Lance said. “You got plenty comin’ to you, you piece of shit.”

Derek stepped in front of his counterpart and said to Gabriel, “Come on. Mr. Ambrose wants to see you.”

Gabriel drew in a deep breath, and then he stood.

***

They led Gabriel outside and, for the first time, he was able to see the front part of the school. It looked to be out in the middle of nowhere, as no major roads appeared to be nearby. There was no sign of any other buildings or even any residential establishments. Trees lined the perimeter of the property. Seeing’s how the school appeared to sit out on its own, he was surprised at just how big it was. The sign out front confirmed it was a high school. From the size of it, he guessed that the senior class of this year might have had nearly 300 students.

The two guards led Gabriel down a sidewalk. Up ahead, he saw the group’s gray haired leader, sitting on a large concrete slab near the school’s entrance. A flagpole rose from the middle of the structure, reaching thirty feet into the sky. It had been built as a large bench which the likes of thirty or forty students could have sat on. Nathan Ambrose sat on the second level of the bench, his back facing Gabriel. Smoke rose from the front side of him, spreading into the air to form a cloud. Once they had almost reached Ambrose, he turned around.

Ten feet away from Ambrose, Derek stopped, and Lance came around next to Gabriel’s other side. Ambrose motioned to the bench beside him.

“Have a seat, Gabriel,” Ambrose said.

Nathan drew the last drag from his cigar, then ground the tip into the concrete before flicking it away.

“How’d you sleep?” Ambrose asked.

Gabriel snorted. “How do you think? You ever slept on a tile floor with no pillow or blanket?”

Ambrose laughed. “Well, if you comply, there’s a chance you may not have to sleep on that tile floor again.”

Gabriel didn’t respond.

“I spent last night reading your girl’s diary,” Ambrose said. “Well, not
your
girl per se, but your friend, Jessica.”

That’s how they know my name
, Gabriel thought.

Ambrose stood up, and groaned as he stretched. He stepped off the concrete bench, onto the ground.

“Walk with me.”

Gabriel joined Nathan at his side. Nathan glanced over to the two guards, and signaled for them to hang back.

Ambrose put his hands behind his back as they started to stroll down the sidewalk.

“You folks have been through a lot,” Nathan began.

“You could say that,” Gabriel said.

“You guys seemed to have a really good thing going for you at that hospital, and then also at those cabins. You were with other people. Why’d you leave?”

“I guess you could say that we had a different agenda,” Gabriel said.

“I see,” Ambrose said. “Headed to D.C.?”

Gabriel didn’t respond.

“That’s what I figured. A lot of the people we’ve picked up were headed to D.C. They all think they are going to find some kind of refuge there.” Ambrose chuckled. “Yeah, right. You’re dumb as hell if you think you’re going to find that there.”

“How do you know?” Gabriel asked.

“You think we haven’t been there? The government has fallen apart, Mr. Alexander. Washington is just as broken as anywhere else in the country. You’re not going to find peace there.”

Gabriel hesitated. He thought to tell Ambrose about the real reason he needed to get to the D.C. area, but decided against it. The less Nathan knew about him, the better. And at this point, Ambrose already knew too much.

“Not exactly feeling like I’m gonna find peace here, either,” Gabriel said.

Ambrose smiled. “That, you will not. But, you can make things a lot easier on yourself if you want.”

“And how is that?”

“You agree to do as I say. For at least a time, I own you, Mr. Alexander. That is the case whether you like it or not, and whether you want to believe it or not. The sooner you accept that, the better a chance you have of living at least a little bit longer.”

Gabriel stopped and turned to face Ambrose. Lance started to come forward as if he might lunge at Gabriel, but Nathan stopped him with a raised palm, never allowing his eyes to leave Gabriel’s. The dull stench of dozens of cigars drowned out Nathan’s face. His yellow teeth flashed through his cunning smile. Years of tobacco abuse were settled into his stained, gray mustache.

“Fuck you,” Gabriel said.

Without hesitation, Lance leaned forward and punched Gabriel, landing a jab to his cheek. Gabriel fell backward onto the ground. Lance straddled Gabriel, bringing his hand back to throw another punch. Gabriel heard a click, and Lance froze, slowly looking back.

Ambrose pointed a revolver at Lance’s face, who lifted the bill of his hat so that he could see easier.

“I suggest you get up, Lance,” Ambrose said.

“Boss, what are you—”

Ambrose fired. The bullet blew into the concrete sidewalk, narrowly missing Lance.

“I swear to Christ, I won’t waste another bullet. The next one goes right between your goddamn eyes, so you better get the fuck up, right now.”

Without looking back toward Gabriel, Lance stood. Just as he made it to his feet, Ambrose grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and slammed the butt-end of the revolver into his nose. Gabriel heard the crunch and saw a splash of blood spray from the side of Lance’s face. The Eagles hat fell off of his head as he cried out, doubling over to hold his nose.

Ambrose looked down to Gabriel, who still lay on the ground holding his own face.

“We’ll see who does all the fucking around here.” Ambrose looked at Derek. “Get Mr. Alexander back to his room, and then take your fairy friend here over to medical to get that nose checked out.”

Ambrose put on a pair of sunglasses, took one last look at Gabriel, and then walked away.

Lance cussed Gabriel all the way back to his room. If it hadn’t been for the pain in his own face, Gabriel might have laughed, and especially since he knew that Lance couldn’t touch him. Instead, he chose to ignore him all together.

Derek uncuffed Gabriel, pushed him into the classroom, and locked the door.