Rootless (14 page)

Every vehicle the pirates owned had been torched and left to smolder on the clay, their giant steel carcasses still steaming.

“We’re stranded,” muttered Alpha, staring out at the smoky wreckage.

“No,” I said. “My wagon should work, if it’s still where we left it. We’ll just have to find it on foot.”

We filled a couple of canteens with rainwater, salvaged a pocketful of cornmeal between us. And then the five of us headed north. Back toward the forty.

Must have looked like a right family of freaks out there, shuffling along the plains with our boots sticky in the mud. Old Orleans dissolved in the haze behind us, and ahead of us we couldn’t see a whole lot at all. Just the endless dirt and the washed-out sky.

Alpha took the lead, guiding us toward where we hoped the wagon would still be. And I hung back, behind the group, trying to figure out what the deal was between Hina and Sal and the man who’d once been their watcher. Hell, I guess I was trying to figure out which one of them I could trust.

Crow spent most of the morning switching between Hina in his
arms and Sal on his shoulders, both of them too weak to walk too far. The fat kid had gotten real quiet when I told him about Zee. Caught him crying, too. But now he was warbling on about what happens when you die and if you go on to someplace different. Asking if we thought you head someplace better. Or if you wind up someplace worse.

But the kid should have been saving his energy — no one was paying him any mind. Probably they were too busy mulling how they’d wound up out here in the first place. And no one was more silent than Hina. She was grieving hard, and it got to me, seeing the pain etched all across her. But Zee hadn’t had much time left, that’s what I told myself. Not with how bad her lungs had gotten.

Truth is, part of the reason I kept pulling up the rear was because I thought Hina might drift back there with me. Figured I could comfort her. Talk to her. But slow as she moved, she always seemed to pick up the pace a little when she felt me getting close behind.

She was valuable, that’s what she was. And she was more than just a map. She knew about my father and maybe about the place he’d been hauled off. In that head of hers, there were answers. I tell you, I would have traded my last drop of water just to see what she had hidden inside.

So there we were, stumbling along. I’d told Alpha to make the weapons scarce and not let the pirates give one to Crow, no matter how many times he kept demanding one. So Alpha strode out in front of us stragglers, two pistols rammed down her belt and her rifle slung across her back. The only one of us who was armed.

Her tall boots made quick work of the mud, and her mohawk had returned to its former glory. Hell, even that fuzzy vest of hers was coming back to life. And I knew if I let myself, I’d do nothing but want
her, and the wanting would turn thick inside me. But that would have to wait, I reckoned. Like everything else I was after. It’d have to wait.

Around noon, Sal got sick of walking and sat his ass in the mud. “I need a rest,” he mumbled when I caught up to them.

“Can’t you carry him?” I said to Crow, who had put down Hina and was rolling his eyes at me.

“I been carrying him half the morning. You carry him.”

I didn’t have it in me, and I whistled for Alpha to stop. She squatted down right where she was, fifty yards ahead.

“How’s your skin?” I said to Crow.

“Parched and broken.” He squinted at me, and I reckoned he was missing those big old shades of his right about now.

“You want water?”

“No. Give mine to the lady.”

I glanced across at where Hina was kneeling down in the mud, her face turned eastward. It was hot out there. Damn hot. I mean, it was supposed to be winter and all, and we sure could have used a little nip in the air down south of the forty.

“Hina,” I called, but she didn’t turn her head or anything. “You thirsty?”

“I’m thirsty,” Sal moaned. “But more I’m starving.”

“You ain’t starving,” I told him. “You don’t know what the word means.”

I trudged over to where Hina was sat.

“You should drink some.” I held my canteen to her. Her eyes flickered at me, held my gaze a moment. Then she took the canteen and
knocked it back, taking a good long draw. She screwed the cap back in place and set the water on the ground.

“Thank you,” she said.

“I finished that statue,” I told her. “The way my old man would have wanted.”

She froze.

“The pirates said he loved you,” I went on, but Hina shook her head.

“He left me,” she said. “I wasn’t enough for him.”

“They said you both went to Vega.”

She opened her mouth as if to say something. She stared up at me. But then she dropped her eyes again and I’d lost her like the sun going down.

“How did he know about the Harvesters?” I said. “About how they got copied?”

She stayed blank, like I wasn’t even talking to her.

“Shit,” I said, picking up the canteen. “I get that you’re suffering. And I can’t even tell you how sorry I am. But you know something about where it is that we’re heading, you’d do well to spill it to me.”

“I try to remember,” Hina said. “I do. But all I see is that wall, the concrete rising up into clouds.”

“The South Wall. Yeah. That’s where they found you.”

“And I remember the statue. I remember your father building it. But more I remember him angry. And afraid.”

“Afraid of what?”

She buried her face in her hands.

I tried to touch her shoulder, but she flinched like I was some sort of devil.

“I’m sorry,” I said. And I just stood there for a moment, watching her rattle and cry.

When I got back to Crow, his face was smug. “You ready?” he asked, getting up off the dirt.

“Waiting on you, tough guy.”

“Just as long as you’re all taken care of.” Crow glanced over at Hina and then fixed me with a look.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Is it lunchtime?” Sal asked, tugging at Crow.

“Ask the boss,” Crow said, still staring at me. “He be the one in charge.”

“Get up,” I said. “We’re walking.”

But we walked until nightfall. And we still had not found the road.

“The stars are all I need,” Alpha said, pointing at the night sky. “We keep north. Keep moving.”

“Thought it was a day’s walk,” Crow said, looming over my shoulder. “You getting us lost, sweet thing?”

“It is a day’s walk,” she said. “If you keep at the walking. And call me sweet thing again, I’ll chop you in two.”

Crow chuckled. “Your little man here mightn’t like me and you get to wrestling.”

“Cut it out,” I said. “We’ll be at the wagon soon enough.”

“Soon enough? Soon enough for what? Ain’t no prize for seconds. Not in this race. How you think we gonna beat Mister Frost to the punch?”

“Depends on your shortcut.”

“Didn’t say it were no shortcut. Just said it was safe.”

Alpha pointed at where Sal and Hina were already curled up, passed out on the mud. “We’re gonna have to rest a minute. Or the two of them ain’t gonna make it.”

“Fine,” Crow said. “Rest. I’ll do the watching.”

“I ain’t sleeping,” I said.

“That right?” Crow laughed as he sank down on the dirt. He stretched his arms out, and stared at the stars. “Sleep with one eye open, boss man.”

I went and sat on the other side of Hina and Sal, trying to keep my back straight so my head wouldn’t fall.

“We can’t trust him,” Alpha whispered, kneeling beside me.

“I know. But he needs us if he wants to find the wagon.”

“And then what?”

“Then we’ll have to keep our eyes on him.”

“I’m keeping my eyes on him now.”

“So am I.”

And I did. For about five minutes. Then my head plunged and my eyes sealed up and I was lost in a shadowy sleep.

I dreamt about Zee, and a nightmare is more what it was. She was on my back and I was crawling out of the Surge, soaking wet and my lungs tight, limbs all made of mud and crawling for the high ground. I held Zee on my shoulders, in the middle of a dusty city, and she began building, her hands weaving my hair in her fingers and tying my hair to the trees.

When she’d finished, she began on something different and I sensed someone watching us, but I couldn’t see who it was, and then Zee’s trees began falling, one by one, only I couldn’t catch any one of them because my hair was all tied in the branches and they were pinning me in place as Zee wandered free.

I could see now she’d been building a statue, broad shouldered and faceless. It grew a beard and it was Crow, and then its belly sagged and it was Frost. But then its body was Frost and its face was me and
finally the statue was my father, and he was staring down at me as if he were sorry for something.

And then the statue fell in pieces on top of us and I watched as Zee was crushed beneath the steel and wires, her face howling silently and my hands reaching for her. And I wanted to tell her something.

But she was already dead.

When I came to, the stars were so bright it was like they’d pricked me awake. But it wasn’t the night sky that had caused me to stir. Alpha was stood above me, her face peering into the distance. And Crow was right beside her, his eyes so focused it filled me with fear.

“What is it?” I whispered.

“Don’t know,” Alpha said, and I could hear the sound now, faint but growing louder. The sound of an engine, something moving. A vehicle out on the plains.

“The forty?” I asked, standing beside them.

“No.” Alpha cocked her rifle, jutted her head. “Forty’s that way. This is out of the south.”

“From the south?”

“That’s right, bud. And if I had to guess, I’d say it’s coming straight out of Old Orleans.”

Soon as we could see it, we knew it was too big to try messing with. It was taller than it was wide and the whole thing seemed to be spinning, a broad beam of light arcing off the front side, setting the mud flats ablaze.

“We should get down,” I said. “Take cover.”

“Take cover in what?” Alpha said.

“In the ground.”

We woke Sal and Hina and had them stretch flat on their bellies as we scooped at the clay and smeared it upon them. Then we dug in the dirt and laid ourselves flat, painting our faces and squirming down till we were drenched in the soil.

Alpha stretched the rifle out, pointed it right at the vehicle that was now just a hundred yards away. It was trundling and buzzing right along, angling itself to the right of us, heading northwest, I reckoned. And I hoped with all I had it’d just keep passing by.

“You ever shot a gun before?” Alpha shoved one of the pistols in my hand. “One that ain’t full of nails?”

I shook my head, and she grabbed the gun back and showed me how to pull the safety off and get the thing ready to fire.

“There’s one more of those,” said Crow. “I’d say it best go to someone who can use it.”

“Forget it, Rasta,” Alpha muttered, and then we lay there, still and silent as the engine grew louder and the vehicle spun close.

There was this moment when that big moving shadow seemed to alter its course right for us, and I couldn’t understand it, but that’s what it did. We’d not made a move or a sound and it was dark as all hell out there, but I swear it seemed like the thing was coming dead on. Damn near was going to be right on top of us.

“Give him the gun,” I said to Alpha, fear seizing me up inside.

“What?”

“Give him the gun. It’s no use if we’re dead.”

I heard her scrabble for the last pistol and then she threw it at Crow. And now all three of us were armed.

Crow clicked off his safety. But then the vehicle turned again, steering itself westward, the engine screaming and grinding and us just watching as the thing sailed by.

It was a wheel. A giant wheel. Giant tire tread churning up mud as it rolled through the night. And inside of that wheel, suspended so as not to be spinning, was a cockpit built for a few dozen people.

There was only one thing big enough to spin wheels like that one. Only one thing I’d seen, anyway. The Harvester transport. The Ark. And that’s where this damn thing had come from. No doubt in my mind. Some kind of escape pod. Get out clause. Transport all blown to hell and that wheel just rolling free, moving fast, jetting off in the night.

“Holy shit,” I said, sucking myself out of the mud, staring into the distance where the Harvest wheel grew quiet and its torch beam got small.

“Give it up, Rasta,” Alpha said, and I turned to see Crow shoving his pistol in what was left of his pants.

“I ain’t no Rasta, sweet thing,” he said. “Not technically speaking. But I do believe in the Promised Land.” Crow grinned, patting the butt of the gun. “And we all be heading there together. Ain’t that right, little man?”