Gone Series: Plague Part 13

50 HOURS, 21 MINUTES.

"EDILIO. WAKE UP!"

Edilio blinked. Rubbed his eyes. Saw Brianna standing there next to his bed.

"What?" he mumbled.

"Albert told me to get you," Brianna said.

Brianna always looked determined, pugnacious, and tough. Just sitting around, she looked all of those things. But now she was armed for battle.

She had a small runner's backpack converted to a sort of holster. She'd cut a hole in the bottom so the barrel of a sawed-off shotgun could stick through. The stock was just where she could reach over her shoulder and grab it.

She had a long knife, a bowie knife, in a scabbard hanging from a camouflage belt. The scabbard was tied to her leg so it wouldn't flap when she ran. A dozen red plastic shotgun sh.e.l.ls rode snugly in slots on the belt.

A summons in the middle of the night was bad. A summons in the middle of the night from a heavily armed Brianna was worse.

Much worse.

"What happened?"

"Drake," Brianna said. Then she grinned. Because that was Brianna.

Edilio sat up. "Okay. You got Sam?"

"Can't find Sam," Brianna said.

Edilio felt an overpowering desire to go back to sleep. Drake on the loose? And no Sam? "Where's Albert?"

"He said he'd meet you at town hall," Brianna said. "He's rounding up the others. The council." She said that last word with a sneer.

Edilio stabbed a finger at her. "You do not go after Drake on your own."

"Yeah? Who else you got?" Brianna said.

Edilio didn't have a good answer to that. "Get Dekka. And get Astrid. I don't care if you have to drag her by her hair, you get Astrid to town hall."

Brianna was way too happy at that prospect. She spun, blurred, and was gone.

Edilio dressed quickly, grabbed his weapons, and ran the few blocks to town hall, hoping he could make it that far without running into Drake. He would fight if he had to, but it was hard to win a fight against someone who couldn't be killed.

He was the first to arrive at town hall. Albert was next, dressed in spotless business casual as always. Howard came in, looking sh.e.l.l-shocked.

"I can't find him. I can't find him." Howard was weeping. "I think he fell through the floor, I mean, you know how big Orc is. Then Drake, he busted out and ... Orc's most likely drunk."

"Most likely," Edilio snapped. "Since you make sure he stays that way, Howard."

"We didn't ask to be running some prison for zombies," Howard shot back.

"Where were you when this went down?" Edilio accused.

"I was ... I had to see a dude."

Delivering bottles of booze, Edilio knew. When would the alcohol supply run out? Everything else had run out. "Have either of you seen Sam? Brianna can't find him."

Albert sighed. "He's out of town."

Edilio felt the blood drain out of his face. "He's what?"

Astrid arrived, coldly furious. "I'm not on the council anymore. You have no right-"

"Shut up, Astrid," Edilio said.

Astrid, Albert, and Howard all stared. Edilio was as amazed as any of them. He considered apologizing-he had never spoken to Astrid that way. He'd never spoken to anyone that way.

The truth was he was scared. Sam was out of town? With Drake running loose?

"What makes you think Sam is out of town?" Edilio asked Albert.

"I sent him," Albert said. "Him and Dekka. Taylor and Jack, too. They're looking for water."

"They're what?"

"Looking for water."

Edilio shot a glance at Astrid. She looked down. So: she knew it, too.

Edilio swallowed hard. He was finding it hard to breathe. And at the same time he was finding it hard not to scream at Albert and Astrid both. Both of them so smart, so superior. Dumping this on him now.

Howard said, "Orc must have gone after Drake. Oh, man, I don't know if he can beat Drake, not like Drake is now. Oh, man."

Edilio hoped Howard was right that Orc was chasing Drake. He hoped it mightily because the alternative was that he had not one but two monsters running around town. Mostly when Orc was drunk he just sat. But sometimes he got himself worked into an angry drunk, and then things got crazy.

Edilio glanced at the door. One or both could come busting in here at any second.

His gun was at his side. For all the good it would do.

"Brianna's looking for Drake," Edilio said, thinking out loud.

"You sent her out against Drake?" Albert demanded.

"Sent her? Who sends Brianna out to get into a fight? She goes on her own. Anyway, it's not like you've left us with anyone else."

Albert had the decency not to say anything to that.

"You know, you guys put me in charge. I didn't ask to be in charge. I didn't want to be in charge. Sam was in charge and all you guys ever did was give him grief," Edilio said. "You two, especially." He pointed at Albert and Astrid. "So, okay, Astrid takes over. And then Astrid finds out it's not so much fun being in charge. So it's like, okay, let's get the dumb wetback to do the job."

"No one ever-," Astrid protested.

"And me, like a fool, I'm thinking, okay, that must mean people trust me. They asked me to be in charge, be the mayor. Come to find out, I'm not making decisions; Albert's making decisions. Albert's deciding we need to find more water and sending our two best fighters off into the countryside. Now I'm supposed to fix everything? It's like you go, 'Fight a war,' but you sent my army off on a wild goose chase."

"The water situation's worse than you realize," Albert said.

"Listen to yourself, man!" Edilio exploded. "Why don't I know what the water situation is? Because you run all that and you don't tell me. You don't tell me what's going on and then you send Sam off on a nice walk. You know, Albert, you want so bad to be the big man, the Donald Trump of Perdido Beach, why don't you go deal with Drake? Why are you coming to me?"

He was starting to fantasize about using his gun on Albert when Taylor suddenly appeared in the room. Everyone jumped about six inches.

"Jeez, would you stop that?" Howard yelled. "Give me a heart attack."

"Hunter's dead," Taylor said without preamble. "It was these ... these things. They came crawling up out of him and were eating him, oh G.o.d, I mean, it was like ... I mean he was crying and Dekka prayed with him and he tried to fry his own brain just like he did with Harry only I guess it didn't work, I guess he couldn't do it, so Sam ..." She swallowed. "Anyone have some water?"

"What about Sam?" Astrid demanded.

"He did it for him. Sam. I mean, he ... Hunter was, you know ... so Sam." She pantomimed raising her hands, like Sam, like he would do when using his power.

Astrid closed her eyes and crossed herself.

"Rest in peace," Edilio said and crossed himself as well.

"Sam burned the boy?" Howard asked. Then, bitterly sarcastic said, "Yeah, you all pray to Jesus. Because Jesus is really providing a lot of help here. Sounds to me like Sam was the one doing what had to be done."

"Look, I need a gla.s.s of water or something," Taylor pleaded. She sat down on the floor, leaned back against the wall, and started crying.

Edilio pulled open a drawer in the big desk. He had a water bottle, but just an inch was left in it. Reluctantly he handed it to Astrid, who pa.s.sed it to Taylor.

Taylor drained the water. "That's not all. Sam sent me to give you a message, Edilio. He said, 'Tell Edilio I couldn't kill the bugs.'"

"The things that came out of Hunter?" Howard asked.

Taylor closed her eyes. Tears squeezed out and rolled down her cheeks. "Yes. The things that came out of Hunter. Sam shot them, you know, with his light. But they're like, reflective or whatever. Anyway, it didn't kill them."

"Sam can burn through a brick wall," Howard said. "What kind of thing is it he can't kill?" Then he answered his own question. "Something very nasty."

"Taylor, bounce back and tell Sam to come back to town," Albert said.

"I'm not going back there!" Taylor cried.

"Whoa," Edilio said, holding up both hands. "Hey, you don't decide this, Albert. You don't give orders. I'm the mayor, and there are four council members here. You, me, Ellen, and Howard."

Albert looked like he might argue, but Astrid stepped in. "Taylor, what did Sam say he was going to do next?"

"He said something about going to take out the cave where the greenies live. Where Hunter told them they are. That's why I'm not going back. You didn't see those things crawling out of Hunter, eating him alive."

Suddenly Albert jerked. Like someone had stuck a pin in him. "I forgot. I was busy ... I was ..." His eyes were fearful. "Roscoe. Roscoe was bitten by one of those things in Hunter. He told me, I didn't think that ..." He looked at Astrid. "When Hunter was delivering his kills. Roscoe said something under Hunter's s.h.i.+rt bit him. I just forgot."

From outside there came the sound of a bellowing, anguished roar. Then the sound of smas.h.i.+ng gla.s.s.

"Orc," Howard said.

"See if you can find him, talk to him," Edilio said. But Howard was already on his way out the door.

No one spoke for a few minutes. They heard another smash, more like metal this time.

Edilio used the silence to think. Orc drunk and on a rampage. Well, it wasn't the first time, but it was bad. Orc had become an a.s.set lately. If he was back to being a danger again then that was very bad news. More likely it was just temporary and Howard would get him under control.

The Roscoe thing was bad. Very bad. Edilio knew what he should do. And he didn't like it.

As for Drake, well, that was the real problem, that and the water.

Edilio had some help, some soldiers, some pretty good, some pretty useless. He had Brianna.

Could Brianna take on Drake?

"What will Drake do?" Edilio asked.

"He's not just Drake," Astrid said. "Remember, he's Brittney, too. That makes it hard for him. If he makes some plan, she can unmake it when she takes over. If he tries to sneak up on anyone, he has to worry that she'll emerge and screw it up."

"Yeah," Albert said, brightening. "Yeah, that's right. It's not Drake, it's Drake slash Brittney."

"If we get a chance at Brittney, we could tie her up, lock her up," Edilio said. "Yeah. If Brianna finds him we have her follow him, watch, and let us know when Brittney comes out."

"That's a plan," Albert said, obviously relieved. "So we let Sam keep going."

Edilio nodded. "For now. But Taylor, we may still need-"

Taylor was no longer in the room.

Chapter Twelve.

48 HOURS, 54 MINUTES.