23
For a time Harte’s unannounced arrival was distraction enough to defer the interrogation he might naturally have expected. Harte offered little information, save that he’d been hiding out in an apartment block just north of Chadwick since he’d arrived in the town two weeks earlier. Despite the fact there were five of them and only one of him, he asked so many questions that he began to monopolize the conversation.
“You say you’re from an island?”
“That’s right,” Michael said.
“And there’s more than fifty of you.”
“Yep.”
“Jesus.”
“What?”
“Doesn’t seem possible, that’s all.”
“None of what’s happened since last September seems possible,” Cooper said. “If you think about it, fifty-odd people flying over to an island is one of the more believable aspects.”
“Suppose. It’s just that until I heard your helicopter this morning, I thought I was going to be on my own forever. You know what it’s like, I thought I was imagining things. By the time I got here I couldn’t hear the helicopter, but I decided to head for the center of town just in case. I saw it up on top of that car park. I waited up there for you to come back, but then I saw the fires you’d lit around the marina…”
“And you’re on your own?”
“I was,” Harte replied. “Look, this is a bit of a long shot, but when you first went over to this island, did you use a plane as well as a helicopter?”
“How the hell did you know that?” Richard said. Harte grinned broadly and sank the remains of a bottle of beer before continuing.
“I knew it! Couple of months back,” he explained, “I was hiding out in a hotel with a group of others. We saw a helicopter flying backwards and forwards, day after day, and later there was a plane. It must have been you lot. We tried everything to get your attention. We wrote messages on the ground with sheets, started fires…”
“I didn’t see any messages,” Richard said. “I’d have investigated if I had. And as for your fires, if you’d seen what I’d seen from up there since all of this kicked off, you’d know not to give fires a second glance. There’s always something burning somewhere. Unless it’s a bloody big blaze I probably wouldn’t even bother with it.”
“Bit of a long shot, though,” Harry mumbled, not yet sure whether or not he trusted Harte. “I mean, what are the chances of you hearing us all the way back then, then finding us again today.”
“Pretty bloody astronomical,” Harte agreed.
“Probably not as far-fetched as you’d think,” Richard said. “Think about it. How many hundreds of other people like Harte might we have missed? The skies are clear and as far as we know, we’re the only ones still flying. The chopper would have been visible for miles. It’s not unreasonable to believe that—”
“Never mind all that,” Donna interrupted, cutting across him. “Whether he heard us or not isn’t important.” She turned to face Harte. “You said something about a hotel and other people. What happened to them?”
Harte’s face dropped. He helped himself to another bottle.
“We made a few mistakes,” he admitted, “most of them trying to get your attention, as it happens. We ended up cut off from everything else by a few thousand of those dead fuckers outside. We were stranded. Took us weeks to get out.”
“So how did you get out?” she pressed. “And was it just you, or did others get away too?”
Harte was beginning to feel uncomfortable. “What is this? The fucking Spanish Inquisition?”
“We just need to know, that’s all.”
He was outnumbered and he knew it. He continued with his reluctant explanation.
“Before we got to the hotel, we were based in some flats. A couple of the girls there got sick. We didn’t know what it was or how they caught it, but it killed the pair of them. That’s how we ended up on the run, and that’s how we ended up at the hotel. We’d been there a while when one of our guys, Driver, started complaining that he was feeling sick too.”
“So what did you do?”
“We quarantined him.”
“Sensible.”
“That’s what we thought.”
“All well and good, but what’s this got to do with anything?” Michael asked.
“The crafty bastard was having us on. There was nothing wrong with him. As soon as the shit hit the fan and the bodies got too close, he bailed out on us without anyone realizing. He came back weeks later when the dead first froze.”
Cooper stared intently at Harte. “So what are you not telling us? There’s got to be more to it than that.”
“Nothing,” he answered quickly, drinking more of his beer and doing all he could not to make eye contact.
“Bollocks.”
“Give the guy a break, Cooper,” Harry said.
“I mean, this is all well and good,” Cooper continued, “but there are a lot of gaps in your story. How many of you were trapped in the hotel, and what happened to the rest of them? How comes you’re out here on your own now?”
The silence while they waited for his answer was deafening.
“I screwed up,” he eventually admitted.
“How?”
Harte took a deep breath, resigned to the fact he was going to have to stop beating around the bush and explain what had happened to him since leaving the hotel.
“While Driver was on the run, he found another group, based out of a castle about fifteen miles or so from here.”
“How many?” Michael asked.
“Twenty-one once we’d all turned up. They’d been there from the start. The place is rough and basic, but it’s rock solid. The dead have never been able to get near enough to cause any real problems.”
“So why would you leave a place like that and come out here on your own?” Donna asked. She glared at him, seeming to demand an answer.
“Remember that cold snap just before Christmas? Really bloody cold, it was. Loads of snow.”
“We remember,” Michael said, casting his mind back to the difficult conditions they too had endured a couple weeks earlier. It had been hard going on the island back then. They’d almost run out of firewood and fuel, and had resorted to cramming everyone into a couple of homes temporarily to try and conserve supplies. The difficulties they’d experienced back then were one of the main reasons they’d decided to come back to the mainland so soon.
“I came out to this place with a truckload of blokes from the castle,” Harte continued. “Broke into a shopping center. We’d been collecting stuff for hours, but they kept trying to get more so they didn’t have to come back again. By the time we were ready to move out, the thaw had started and we were surrounded.”
“The Minories,” Richard said.
“What?” Cooper asked.
“That’s it,” Harte said.
“The Minories,” Richard repeated. “We passed it when we were looting earlier. I thought it looked like it had been done over. All the doors were buckled and the glass was smashed. It was by the station, remember?”
“The station. You want to stay away from that place,” Harte warned.
“And you didn’t think to say anything about this at the time?” Cooper asked Richard, ignoring Harte.
“Didn’t see there was very much point. We were looking for food, not empty shops. And anyway, there was no way of knowing how long it had been since it was cleared out. I couldn’t tell if the damage had been done two days ago or three months. I didn’t bother saying anything because I assumed all the good stuff would already have been taken.”
“And you also assumed no one else was around?” Donna said, surprised by Richard’s apparent belligerence.