Among Monsters (Page 23)

Brad shook his head, sad. “You asked me to get you and the kids to your parents. This is how it has to be.”

Darla looked down at the paper in her hand, folded it, and put it in her back pocket. “I will, Jenna. I promise.”

I yielded, taking a step back, and watched them walk out the door. Blinking and looking up didn’t stop the tears, and once they’d started, they wouldn’t stop. I retreated to the bathroom, shutting myself inside. My entire body shook as I sat on the floor and sobbed into a folded towel. I didn’t want to wake anyone. Halle didn’t need to feel this kind of frustration and disappointment, too.

Thankfully, no one bothered me until Halle knocked on the door, needing to use the toilet. I washed my face with cold water, grateful it was still running, and I opened the door with a smile.

Even without her glasses, I couldn’t fool my sister.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

I sighed. “I just miss Mom.”

“Me, too,” she said, throwing her arms around my pelvis.

I wasn’t quite Tavia’s height, and she was fairly short, probably five feet five inches. But Halle’s forehead barely hit my belly button, and if I didn’t bend down, she’d always end up hugging my butt.

I squeezed her back and stepped to the side, deciding to stay behind and help her get ready for the day. We hadn’t left April’s house, and it was easy to stop caring about things like showering or brushing our teeth. But I would keep reminding Halle that we should do it while we still had soap, shampoo, and toothpaste because one day very soon, we would miss them.

After breakfast, Dad slipped his backpack over his shoulders. When he went out, he’d typically keep his pack light, just enough to get him by if he were caught somewhere. I could tell more was inside the bag than a few bottles of water, a sandwich, and extra ammo.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Get your pack. You’re coming with me.”

“Why?” I asked.

He shrugged. “Okay, if you don’t wanna go.”

“I wanna go!” Halle said.

“I wanna go!” Tobin echoed.

I stared at him with a blank face. “What are you doing?” I asked again, emphasizing each word.

He glanced at April and Tavia, seeming nervous. They were making breakfast in the kitchen, peeking at him from over their shoulders. They didn’t know either.

I picked up my bag, put two bottles of water inside with a package of crackers and a knife, and quickly threw it on. “Fine, let’s go.”

I grabbed Jud’s aluminum bat sitting by the back door, and then we walked outside to the center of the fenced-in yard. I squinted from the bright sun. It was already hot.

Dad handed me a hat and sunglasses. “Here.”

“Are you going to tell me where we’re going?” I asked, pulling my dark hair through the hole in the back of the cap. The hat didn’t sit right when I put on the sunglasses, so I pulled up the bill to sit higher on my forehead.

“Yes, we’re going this way,” he said, taking the first step.

I followed him out the gate and to the right, heading through backyards, until we reached the first road to the west. It was paved but not very well. Fairview only had a school because two rural towns had combined to form one. They had no hospital, no Walmart, not even a grocery store. But they had two banks and four churches.

Figures.

“I thought you might like to get out of the house,” Dad said.

“Yeah, but that’s not why you brought me with you. Everyone wants to get out of the house.”

He looked both ways and then gripped the hammer in his hand. “I brought you for two reasons—to talk and to help. Did you see that church on the highway when we came into town? People were holed up in there the first day or two. I’m thinking it has supplies.”

“If you want to go to the church, it’s in the opposite direction.”

“I don’t want to lead any infected to the house, Jenna.”

“They’re not that smart. They don’t know where you’re coming from unless you get caught standing in the yard or they hear someone inside.”

Dad sighed, annoyed. “You don’t know that, Jenna.”

“I’ve been right so far.”

“Just … let’s just go to long way to the church. Humor me.”

“If it does have supplies, I bet Skeeter took them.”

“What?”

“His name is Skeeter. Connor said he saved a bunch of people at the church, including Connor, but Skeeter lost his wife. He was burying her the last time I saw him.”

“You saw him? When?”

“Through the hole in the plywood that Connor’s always looking through. What does it matter?”

“Is he still around?”

“No. He went to go find his family.”

Dad seemed comforted by that thought. He continued walking, keeping a watchful eye in all directions.

Infected were spread out—some of them standing in place, some of them stumbling around. None of them were closer than a block to us.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“Just want to know who our neighbors are. Keep an eye on that one,” he said, nodding to a woman in a black dress.

Her dark hair was long and tangled, and it dawned on me that while I was noticing her, she had noticed us, and she was now walking in our direction. A low moan came from her throat, her arms reaching toward us.

I gripped the bat, but I didn’t panic.

“I worry about you,” Dad said.

“Why?” I asked.

“You’re thirteen, and you haven’t really…you know, had a moment.”

“I’m not talking about my period with you.”

“No! No,” he said, making a face. “I mean, you haven’t seemed too upset by all of this. And that’s concerning. It should be damn scary for a girl your age. It’s scary to me.”

“Maybe you just don’t know me that well.”

Dad pulled his mouth to the side, not amused.

I blew out a breath. I hated being too honest with him. It made me feel too vulnerable, like he would use it against me later. “I’m concentrating on getting to Mom. Once we get there, I’m not making any promises. I reserve the right to freak out at that point.”

Dad picked up the pace, pointing to a few more infected who began to follow, too. “Jenna,” he said, his tone a warning.

“Don’t tell me that we might not make it to Red Hill. I won’t accept that.”

“No.” He shook his head. “That is why I wanted to bring you with me. We’re going to have to make a choice. If we go to Red Hill, the little ones can’t make the trip.”

“Halle can make it.”

“Connor, yes. Halle, maybe. The other little ones, definitely not. Jud is barely five, and Tobin and Nora are practically toddlers. It’s too far. We need to find a vehicle, a van, or maybe even two cars and gas that will get us at least most of the way there. If we can’t…we’ll have to leave them behind.”

“I’ve already told Tavia that.”

“You have?”

“Yes, and I’ll tell April that, too. If they expect us to stay with them instead of being with our mom, they’re crazy.”

We crossed the highway, walking with purpose, and went past Brad and Darla’s silver minivan and the green truck we’d crashed into. The church was just two blocks away on that side of the road. The first day when we’d arrived, it had been crawling with infected, but as far as I could tell, it was pretty much empty now. Dozens of bodies were lying on the back side of the church in line from the back door to the fresh grave Skeeter had dug.