Riot nodded but said nothing. She replaced the cap, and got back onto the saddle.
Seconds later they were far down the road.
They drove on.
Eighty-four miles later they paused at another billboard.
WAWONA HOTEL
Benny looked at his friends. Lilah, Nix, and Chong all nodded, knowing without being asked what he wanted to do. Benny turned and drove up a side road until he came to the ruins of the hotel. It was nothing but a field of charred debris. The only structure that still stood was a small utility building. Benny turned off his engine and sat looking at it. The others pulled up beside him and killed their engines too.
On the outside of the building, on the wall facing the road, were words Benny had painted a million years ago.
GAMELAND IS CLOSED.
THIS IS THE LAW.
— T. IMURA
Benny got off his quad and walked over to the building, his mouth open with wonder. When he’d painted those words after Tom’s death, he’d added his own name, as had Nix, Lilah, Chong, and all the surviving bounty hunters. Solomon Jones, Sally Two-Knives, Fluffy McTeague, J-Dog, and Dr. Skillz. Two dozen names in all.
But now there were other names.
Hundreds of them.
Not copied names, but actual signatures. Each was unique.
Names of people he didn’t know. Names of people he did. People who Benny would never have believed would ever step outside the fence line. Captain Strunk. Mayor Kirsch. Leroy Williams. Many others.
And one name, written small, down in a corner, struck Benny over the heart.
MORGAN MITCHELL
Nix saw the name too, and the sound she made was half laugh and half sob.
“Morgie,” said Chong. “Damn.”
All around the building there were bunches of flowers, handmade corn dolls of a black-haired man with a toy sword, notes pinned to the ground by sharp sticks. A post had been hammered into the ground, and it had a portrait of Tom fixed to it. Benny did not know the artist, but the likeness was excellent. Tom, a faint smile on his face, a look of distant sadness in his eyes. A red sash was draped over the post. Benny raised the cloth to read what was stitched on it: FREEDOM RIDERS.
He had no idea what that was.
Benny felt tears in his eyes, but he was smiling.
He pressed his palm flat against the wall for a full minute. The others did too. Even Riot.
Then they got back on their quads.
They did not stop again until they reached the hill that looked down on Haven, the southernmost of the Nine Towns. They killed their engines, dismounted, and stood there, hidden by the trees.
Below them was a sea of movement and color.
Thousands upon thousands of reapers and R3 zoms flooded through the streets of Haven, while all around them the town of Haven burned.
CHAPTER 94
Chong exhaled a long, tired breath of defeat and sat down on the bare ground.
“I can’t deal with this,” he said. “That’s what they’re going to do to Mountainside. That’s what they’re going to do to my family.”
He put his face in his hands. Lilah squatted down beside him and laid her cheek on his head. It was clear she had no idea what to say, and the frustration of that was evident in every taut line of her body.
Riot closed her eyes and did not move. Orange shadows flickered across her face.
Only Benny and Nix stood watching the massacre.
“Maybe if we’d gotten here sooner,” said Nix softly. She tugged her journal from her pack. “I have so much information in here. There are things we could have done.”
“Against forty thousand reapers?” asked Riot without opening her eyes.
“No army is invincible,” said Nix. Then she thought about it and phrased it differently. “Any army can be defeated.”
Benny nodded. “Absolutely.”
“How?” asked Chong. “The reapers have too many people. They can call as many fast zoms as they want.”
“C’mon, man,” said Benny, “we had a high-tech army, navy, marine corps, air force, National Guard, and police, and we still lost to the zombies.”
“That’s because they didn’t understand what they were fighting until it was too late.”
“Kind of my point,” said Benny. “If we could be defeated, then so can they.”
Chong just shook his head.
“Maybe we could do a raid,” said Nix. “With all those zoms there, they have to keep putting on the chemical — the stuff that’s like our cadaverine. If we — I don’t know, sabotage it. They couldn’t make more of it way out here, could they?”
“Spilling won’t do no good,” said Riot. “They’d roll around on the ground and get it all over ’em. You’d have to burn it.”
“Will it burn?” asked Benny.
“Sure. Burns like all get-out. Saint John lost a mess of reapers that way. Some of ’em get too cocky with torches. Maybe they think fire only burns the heretics.” She shook her head. “I saw some of ’em burn last night. You can’t tell a reaper’s scream from a heretic’s, not when they’re burning.”
“Look, Riot,” began Benny, “if we’d known what was going to happen, we’d never have left to—”
Riot shook her head. “Don’t,” she said, and left it there.
Then she winced as a scream echoed up from the burning town.
“I’d love to see them all burn,” she said viciously. “If I thought it would stop them, I’d set myself on fire and go running into their camp. Oh yeah… I’d sacrifice myself for that….”
“Don’t even think about it,” snapped Nix.
Benny walked to the edge of the hill. With the quads running at top speed, they could be in Mountainside in three or four hours. He did some crude math in his head and figured that it was a three- or four-day march for the reaper army. That was no time at all. Even with Nix’s book filled with diagrams of earthworks and trenches, even if everyone in town worked together to reinforce the walls, three or four days wasn’t enough. The realities of this math conjured images of the reapers invading the town, setting fire to Lafferty’s General Store and the school and the town hall. If he closed his eyes, he knew he’d see images of R3’s chasing the children from the Sunday school, and climbing in through every door and window of Chong’s house. He had witnessed so much carnage since leaving town that it was far too easy to imagine more.
He thought about Morgie Mitchell standing on his front porch, maybe holding the bokken he’d used during those long afternoons with Tom. Morgie, fighting to protect his mother and sisters. Morgie being pulled down and torn to pieces.
There were a few scattered gunshots beyond the veil of smoke. Someone was still alive, still fighting back.
However, Benny’s mind was churning on the word Riot had just used.
Sacrifice.
Is that what it would come to? Is that what it would take to stop this?
The gunshots were fewer and farther between. The whole world seemed to be on fire.
Lilah spoke in the silence. “The trees are burning.”
It was true. The drought and the heat from the reapers’ fires had leeched the last of the moisture from the trees, and the intense heat caused them to burst into flame all around the town. Flaming figures ran among the trees. Zoms, Benny thought, set ablaze but unable to yield to pain until the fires melted their muscles and tendons.
It was horrible.
So horrible.
And yet…
It ignited a dreadful idea in Benny’s brain.
CHAPTER 95
They got back on their quads and drove away.
Twice they had to veer off the roads to avoid running into zoms. They passed through a few small ghost towns that had been cleared of zoms. They rode beside rusted steel tracks on which sat a cargo train that had to be more than a mile long. All the coal hoppers had long since been picked clean by teams of scavengers, as had some of the big chemical tankers. As they passed, Benny saw that each had been marked to indicate content and remaining quantities. There were nine bleach tankers, each one holding thirty thousand gallons. Farther along the road they passed a propane and kerosene company. Benny knew that much of the cooking oil and fuel used in town was brought in from somewhere close. This must be it. There were rows of massive tanks — rusted but still intact. He reckoned there was enough here to supply the eight thousand residents of Mountainside for the next fifty years.