Ex-Purgatory: A Novel Part 33

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TWENTY-NINE.

THE STREETLIGHT CHANGED, the walk signal appeared, and they crossed Fairfax. A half-dozen other people shared the crosswalk with them. A few of them glanced at the giant Army officer carrying two people, one of them a pale-skinned girl, but he didn't hold their attention for long.

"This is just weird," said Barry. He looked up at a sign for CBS studios. "I mean, walking around LA with people everywhere."

"You're not doing the walking," said Danielle.

"Don't nitpick," he said. "You know what I mean."



"Yeah," she said, "I do." The light changed and traffic surged into life around them. "You think Cesar's back?"

"Maybe," said St. George. He looked at the cars. "Don't know how he'll find us if he is."

"We're heading for the Mount," said Madelyn. "He's smart. He'll find us."

St. George glanced at Barry cradled in Freedom's arm, then up at the officer. "Want me to carry him for a while?"

"Hey," said Barry. "Him is right here in front of you."

"Sorry."

"And you've got skinny arms. It'd be uncomfortable as h.e.l.l."

Madelyn and Danielle both chuckled.

Freedom shook his head. "It's better to just have one of us dealing with the wounded, sir."

"We're not wounded," said Madelyn.

The huge officer glanced up at her. "The principle's the same," he said. "Wounding one man takes out two, because someone else has to help the wounded man. If we're each helping one of you, we're both hampered as fighters." He looked at St. George. "It's better for me to help both and leave you free to fight if we need to."

"Okay."

"Besides, you're looking pretty beat, sir."

"I've been up for about thirty hours," said St. George. "I'm not even sure when I ate last."

Danielle glanced at a bagel shop and Subway sitting next to each other across the street. "We could grab some food. Eat on the go."

"There is still a chance this is the real world which we are viewing through altered perceptions," said Stealth. She didn't look back when she spoke.

"So?"

"There is no way to know what we might be eating."

Madelyn's face wrinkled up. "Oh, gross."

"There is also the chance we will be eating nothing at all. In which case we would gain no benefit from stopping."

"Okay, I get it," said Danielle. She shoved her hands in her pockets. "No food."

"Please explain again how you found Barry."

The redhead looked up from the sidewalk. "Sorry, what?"

Stealth turned around, but continued to walk backward in firm, even strides. It struck St. George that she somehow made walking backward in an oversized fleece jacket look very no-nonsense. "Explain again how you found him. In detail."

"A s.h.i.+ft happened while you were in the hotel," said Freedom. "We heard a yell, investigated, and found Mr. Burke in a cab with an ex."

"He didn't yell," smirked Danielle. "He screamed like a little girl."

"Hey," snapped Madelyn.

"No offense," Danielle said.

"You're not that little," said Freedom.

Stealth raised a finger. "What condition was the cab in?"

"What do you mean?" asked the huge officer.

"Was it damaged in any way? Exterior or interior?"

Freedom looked at Danielle. She shrugged. "It looked like it might've been sideswiped," he said. "The driver's side was pretty banged up. The tires were flat, but I think that was just from dry rot."

"Nothing else?"

He shook his head.

Stealth closed her eyes for a moment, as if she'd been struck with sudden pain. She looked at Barry. "Explain from your point of view," she told him. "Use as much detail as you can."

He looked at St. George. The hero shrugged.

"I got a cab from the airport, like you said," Barry explained. "I asked the driver how far out of the way Universal Studios was. He said not far-which turned out to be a big lie-and I asked if we could drive past it. We came down the freeway and he was pointing all sorts of stuff out to me. Then he got off in Hollywood and we were going along the streets and all of a sudden there was this ... I don't know. It was like the world switched channels."

Stealth glanced at St. George. "For how long?"

"Half an hour," he said. "Maybe forty-five minutes. I wasn't checking my watch for any of it."

"That's not right," said Freedom. "It was ten minutes at the most."

Barry shook his head. "Half an hour at least."

"In high-stress situations, it's not unusual for time to seem to slow down," the captain explained. "It may have felt like half an hour, but-"

"Half an hour at least," repeated Barry. "I don't know what you guys saw, but I know what I saw."

Stealth focused on St. George. "You still insist there was no s.h.i.+ft at all?"

He shook his head. "Nothing."

"Inside the hotel," she said, "the s.h.i.+ft was at least ninety seconds. I am not sure it continued after I left the room."

"After you dove out the window, you mean," said St. George.

"Yes."

"That was so cool," Madelyn said.

Stealth came to a stop as the light changed to red. A row of cars turned in and drove through the crosswalk behind her toward a towering parking structure. Madelyn looked back and forth from Stealth, still facing backward, and the stoplight. "How did you-"

"On the opposite corner the crosswalk signal has a beeper for sightless pedestrians. The sound is distinct, even beneath the traffic noises."

"But you couldn't know which way the light was changing off the sound."

"She can't," said St. George, "but she can see the flow of traffic on this-"

The road flickered and the cars slammed to a halt as a wave of dust and decay washed across the street. Cars lost tires and winds.h.i.+elds. Buildings lost windows and signs and one even lost a wall. Half the pedestrians vanished and the city went silent.

St. George opened his mouth to yell and took two steps forward, but Stealth was already whirling. The ex behind her caught a strike in the throat and one in each knee. She ducked, grabbed its calves, and flipped the dead man over backward. It struck the pavement head-first and went still. She lashed up with the heel of her hand and caught the second ex under the jaw, spraying its teeth into the air. They clicked and pattered on the pavement while she drove three more hammer blows into the sides of the creature's skull, each one cracking bone. The ex wobbled and then slumped to the ground.

A dead woman with stringy hair grabbed Danielle by the arm. Its fingers had been worn down to bony tips. She shrieked and yanked her arm away, but its claws caught at her sleeve.

Freedom s.h.i.+fted Barry in his arms and slammed his boot into the ex's side. The kick crushed the dead woman's pelvis and rib cage. It flew away from Danielle to crash against a rust-spotted truck. The ex slumped to the pavement and flailed, trying to move limbs that had nothing left to support them.

St. George took two steps and shoved a muscle-bound ex in workout clothes. The dead man flew across six lanes of street and slammed through the side of a bus stop. It tried to get up, but its legs were hooked up and over the steel framework. Too much thought was needed for it to free itself.

"Well," said Barry, "that all looked pretty easy."

"We've had a lot of practice," said St. George.

"It was very cool," said Madelyn. She smiled at him from Freedom's shoulders.

"Thanks."

"Oh frak," said Barry.

St. George turned. Danielle shook as if she was cold. There was a gash in her sleeve. The bony fingers had torn through the camouflaged material as it was hurled away.

"Oh no," she muttered. She thrashed her way out of the coat. "d.a.m.n it, d.a.m.n it, d.a.m.n it."

"There's no blood," said St. George. "I don't see any blood."

The Army jacket hit the ground and Danielle held her arm up. Her s.h.i.+rtsleeve was already rolled up, and they could all see the white sc.r.a.pe on her arm. There were a few small curls of loose skin around it. She poked at it and they all waited.

The sc.r.a.pe turned pink. At a few places it was almost red. But it didn't bleed.

"Oh, Jesus," she said. Her eyes were wet. "I think I'm going to be sick."

Barry grabbed her hand. "You're okay," he said. "That's all that matters. You're going to be fine."

"I'm so sorry, ma'am," said Freedom. "I didn't mean for it-"

"This is getting ridiculous," said Danielle. She squeezed Barry's hand. "How are we supposed to do this? We're not even halfway to the Mount."

"We've got to," he said. "They're all counting on us back there."

"You don't know that."

"The armor's back there," said St. George. "The Cerberus suit's waiting for you."

She bit her lip. Then she swiped the jacket off the ground and fought her way back into it.

Behind them, Stealth spun on her heel and snapped an ex's neck with a high kick. "Let us be on our way, then," she said.

Danielle muttered something under her breath and started walking. St. George fell in next to her. Freedom helped Madelyn adjust herself on his back, switched Barry to his other arm, and brought up the rear.

The heroes walked for another hour and put down twenty-three exes. They'd pa.s.sed Highland and were heading into a more residential area when the world glitched, giving them a quick glimpse of a bustling Los Angeles at rush hour. Then it reverted back to the devastated city they knew. Two-thirds of the cars on the road vanished as quickly as they'd appeared. The rest became wrecks with cracked windows and flat tires. The one closest to them, a BMW, had a dead woman with tangled brown hair in the pa.s.senger seat. The ex pawed at the gla.s.s between them. It was wearing a faded yellow sundress that had popped too many b.u.t.tons. Bright red sungla.s.ses were perched above the ex's forehead.

Danielle stared at the creature. "This is going to sound weird," she said, "but I think I remember her."

The zombie smacked its head against the side window. Danielle hopped back and her arms pulled in close. She forced them back out.

Madelyn pulled herself a little higher on Freedom's back. "Was she a friend of yours?"

Danielle shook her head. "I mean, I remember this ex. Trapped in the car with the sundress. She's wearing combat boots too, right?"

St. George stepped up and peered through the window. "Yeah."

"It was a run, a month or two before we met you guys," she said to Freedom. "It might've been one of the times we were gathering cars for the Big Wall. I remember a couple of the scavengers making guesses about the sundress and boots combo. Ilya, Al, maybe ... Billy? Did we have a Billy? I can kind of picture someone with short blond hair ..."

"Billie Carter," said Freedom. "Not a he, she."

"Ahhh."

Stealth looked up at the sky. "We are within half a mile of the Mount and we have seventy-five minutes of daylight left." She gestured them down the road.

"Doesn't sound bad," said Barry. "I mean, as long as we don't think about the few thousand exes outside the Big Wall any given day."

Danielle's back went stiff so fast she staggered. She shot an angry look at Barry.

"Sorry," he said, "just thought I'd voice it because I haven't heard anyone else bring it up."

Stealth lashed out with her foot and sent an ex staggering back. It was a dead man with silver hair in a deep red UMa.s.s sweats.h.i.+rt. As it wobbled, she stepped forward, brought her palm up, and caught it under its jaw. The dead man's head tilted back and it tipped over. The back of its skull hit the curb with the sound of an egg cracking.

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