“Don’t worry,” he had told her when she’d said she had never even been on a boat let alone navigated one before. “Just hug the coast as closely as you can, and you won’t miss me. You’ll do just fine.”
Emily absentmindedly pushed open another door with the toe of her boot and was about to step inside but stopped halfway across the threshold, instinctively turning her body to block Rhiannon from seeing any farther into the room, squelching the scream of horror that rose to her throat.
Six…no, seven bodies lay sprawled on the floor in one corner of the room. There were two women and the rest were men. They had died panicked, climbing over each other in a vain attempt to escape the threat that had stood in the room with them.
“Stay outside,” Emily almost yelled at Rhiannon, who had bumped into her back and now stood in the corridor perplexed.
“What—”
“Just do as I say, please.”
The girl gave a huff and leaned her back against the opposite wall, bouncing the heel of her left boot off the carpet in agitation.
Emily turned back to the bodies. A layer of frost covered the skin of all of the victims, like freezer-burned meat that had been left too long in a refrigerator. They looked totally unaffected by the red rain. No sign of infection at all. But as Emily inched closer, she could see each person had been shot at least once, some several times.
Had they survived the red rain only to be murdered? Or had this all happened in the panic before the effects took hold? It was impossible to tell. But what was certain was that someone had murdered these people in cold blood and she had no way to know if that person was still waiting in the building for them.
Emily backed out of the room, making sure she closed the door behind her. Rhiannon was still sulking against the far wall, but she stopped kicking her heel when she saw the look on Emily’s face.
“Is something wrong?” she asked.
“Yes,” said Emily. “Something is very wrong.”
Outside the storm blew with as much ferocity as it had when they’d first entered. The offices no longer seemed silent. Instead, every move, every exhalation, every crackle of material against skin seemed amplified beyond normal, revealing their position to whoever had murdered those people in the room. Every creak above their heads or squeak of some unseen tile or loose window suddenly became the killer, creeping toward them. In a moment, the building had turned from a sanctuary into a potential trap…or a tomb.
Emily pulled Rhiannon close to her. “Don’t make a sound,” she whispered into her ear. “We have to get out of here now.”
They could hole up in the office and hope that the killer of those poor people was gone or dead somewhere out there, but Emily knew there was no way she could be sure of their safety. Especially knowing that at any moment someone could burst in and try to kill them, or worse. And what if there was more than one assailant? What if there were two or three of them? She was confident she could defend Rhia and herself against one person, but more than that? She didn’t know if she could do it, especially as they were obviously armed. And what if they found the Cat outside? They could take that and leave her and Rhiannon stranded with no means of escape, condemned to a slow death by freezing or starvation.
She looked down at Thor. He seemed perfectly at ease, but he hadn’t strayed very far from them since they had entered the building. And now that she thought about it, he hadn’t disappeared for his usual exploration of the offices. Maybe he could sense death in these rooms or maybe he sensed something or someone else.
Her mind was so damn tired. Having to continually think two steps ahead was taking its toll on her mentally. Her head felt as fogged as the snow-swept land beyond their shelter’s walls.
They had to get out of there now. And that meant taking their chances in the storm.
Whoever had killed those people could still be in the building, and that was just an unacceptable risk. There was only one place that she knew was safe, and that was with Jacob and his crew. If they left now and pushed hard—and didn’t get lost in the blizzard outside or crash or drown in some lake—they could reach the coast by late afternoon and find a boat. If they had to sleep in the Cat with the engine running to wait out the storm, so be it. They could afford to lose the fuel at that point.
Her mind made up, Emily turned her attention to Rhiannon.
“Something very bad happened in that room back there,” she said in the same whispered tone. “The person who did it might still be here with us, so I think it’s better that we get out of here.” Rhiannon’s eyes became wide, but she nodded that she understood. “We’re going to head back to the Cat and drive out of here. It’s only a few miles to the coast, and then, once we find the boat, we’ll be safe.”
Emily unslung the shotgun from her shoulder and smiled at Rhiannon. “Let’s go,” she mouthed and began heading back toward the reception area. “Keep the light ahead of us,” she told the girl as they crept back through the darkened hallway toward the entrance.
They had just entered the reception area and Emily had begun to relax when the outside door suddenly flew open. Emily instantly brought the shotgun to her shoulder, her finger caressing the trigger, but then the door slammed shut again with a thud that echoed off the walls.
“Just the wind,” she told Rhiannon. “It was just the wind.” This whole place—scratch that, she thought, and make it the entire world—had turned into a haunted house. Every unexpected noise hid something sinister, every shadow a potential killer.
Emily held the exit door shut against the grip of the wind while she checked outside through the small window at the top of the door. The wind had definitely picked up, but the snow looked to have eased a little. She could make out the shapes of covered vehicles in the parking lot about fifty feet or so away and she could see the hulking outline of the snow-covered Cat parked just off to the left. It was an improvement over their arrival, just over an hour or so earlier.
Emily fished the keys to the Cat from her pocket and pushed open the door, ushering Rhiannon and Thor out first. She followed behind them as they made their way to the parked Cat.
Snow had covered the vehicle’s tracks. Emily cleared it quickly, then boosted Rhiannon up, followed by Thor, and finally pulled herself up.
It wasn’t until they were all in the cab of the Cat with the engine running and the doors all locked that Emily felt they were safe.
Emily eased the Sno-Cat away from the building and out into the storm again.
Jacob had told her to just head north until they hit the coast. Visibility was still not much better than fifty feet, so she would have to rely on the digital compass display on the Cat’s computer screen to guide them in the right direction.
She kept her speed down to ten miles an hour while trying to take what looked like the most logical route between each set of buildings and on to the next, so she wouldn’t veer off course. The ache behind her eyes had turned into a throbbing headache that felt like knives being plunged into her brain. Even through the fog of pain, she quickly realized she could spot where the actual roads were, even though they were buried under several feet of snow, and she began looking for areas where the top layer of snow was just a little higher than the surrounding areas.