“Yeah, I don’t know. That makes sense,” I said.
“It makes sense to at least try it if we can’t think of anything else,” he said.
“I’ll check under the plane. You keep an eye on her. She might go into shock. I looked for blankets earlier. There’s that tarp, maybe some other things we can use to keep her warm,” I said.
Dave nodded.
I clapped a hand onto his shoulder and opened my mouth.
He stopped me. “We’re good, man. I’m good.”
He wasn’t good. I was glad to hear that we were, at least. “Okay, buddy. Okay.”
“Hey, Chase?”
I stopped.
“Remember one thing while you’re out there,” he said.
“What’s that?”
“We just crashed a plane. We’re going to attract a lot of attention. Zombies, and whatever. You know?”
Chapter Eleven
Butler County, Pennsylvania, 2019 hours
I touched the hilt of my sword and knife and felt the weight, light as it was, of the machete in its sheath across my back.
“Where are you going?” Charlene stood beside me. Seemed to come out of nowhere. I was by the door to get off the plane. Could just have easily walked out of the gaping hole on the side.
“I need to check something,” I said.
“What are we checking?”
“Not we. I need you to stay here,” I said.
“I’m going with you,” she said.
“I’d let you, but I need you to keep an eye on Allison. Otherwise, you could.”
“She’s fine.”
Allison was still flat on her back. “She has a concussion. She might start throwing up or she could go into shock, too.”
“Too?”
“Palmeri. She’s injured pretty bad. Dave’s keeping an eye on her.” Dave walked past us.
Charlene grunted.
“He’s looking for blankets, or anything that will keep Palmeri and Allison warm. We don’t want either of them going into shock.”
“I’ll keep an eye on her, but if she starts throwing up--”
“Honey, we need to be together on this, on things. I hate vomit as much as you do.” Changing diapers never bothered me, but I was a sympathy puker. Someone loses their lunch, mine isn’t far behind. Charlene was the same way. Smell alone could start me yakking. “People need our help, and we’re lucky to be well enough to give it. Do you understand that? We might not always be as healthy as we are right now. If that were you or me lying there, wouldn’t you want someone looking out for us? I’m not just shooting smoke. I’m not feeding you a line. We need to look out for each other. We need to,” I said.
“I got it, Dad. I’ll keep an eye on her. And, I’m sorry.”
I pulled her head to my chest. Kissed the top of it. “No need. We all need reminding every once in a while. I know I do, too.”
She pulled away. “You didn’t say anything about Johanna. She all right?”
I had to think a second. Johanna Erway. “She didn’t make it, honey.”
Charlene looked at me. At that moment, I knew she got it. She understood what we’d just talked about; looking out for one another. If we didn’t do this one simple thing, we’d never survive.
If we didn’t do this simple thing, and did survive, what would be the point?
“I’ll be right back,” I said.
“Be careful.” Charlene gave me a kiss on the cheek and went to help Dave free the tarp behind the crates. I watched for just a brief moment longer and then pushed open the door. The flashlight would be necessary once under the front of the plane. I didn’t want to turn it on too soon. The light would shine like a beacon in the darkness.
Dave was right. A plane crash was going to attract attention.
I stepped off the plane and looked around, squinting to see anything. It appeared to be a long stretch of road. It wasn’t an interstate. That much, I could tell. I felt disorientated, didn’t know which direction I faced. Best I could do was left and right. Be nice if lights worked. Looked as if we were mostly surrounded by trees, but not exactly. Something was to my left. A building--a small row of them. Resembled more of a structural shadow in what little light did come from the sky.
I stayed close to the plane, one hand on it, as I made the short walk to the front. My eyes never stopped scanning the area. If we were alone, thank God. If not, I hoped I’d catch movement with enough time to react, and worse case, warn the others. I removed the long sword from the scabbard affixed to my belt.
The darkness was unnerving. Seemed to continually swallow up space around me. Each step I took, the step before was swallowed into nothing. Each step I was about to take appeared to be into a black void. Brought back childhood memories, fears, actually. The trick at bedtime was to turn off the light and cross the distance between the switch and the bed without touching the floor. The floor was not the problem, it was the apprehension behind whatever monster lurked underneath the box spring, because at six, seven, hell at ten, there was always something lying in wait.
It was that feeling that I felt now, overwhelmingly so. I needed to find a way to free Palmeri and then make it back inside the plane in a single leap, or risk being snatched by whatever monster lurked in the darkness that surrounded me.
Decidedly, I thrust the long sword back into the scabbard and lit the flashlight Palmeri gave me and tried to cup and aim the light using most of the palm of my hand. The little beam brought a false consolation that I tried to embrace completely.
The light played over the plane. There were holes all over the front of it. I couldn’t see into the cockpit from where I stood, because it was a little too high off the ground. From where I stood, I could see under it. More than that, I could also see up into it. There I unleashed all the LED power of the flashlight, and the inside of the plane glowed from it.
With no tools, even if I could figure out how to free Palmeri from under here, I wasn’t sure I would be able. The bent and ripped apart metal was sharp, and I couldn’t fit up inside. I could reach in, but in doing so, could no longer see what I was doing. “Dave?”
“We see the light,” he said.
That didn’t help any. “I’m going to try to move things around. If I find the bottom half of what’s in your leg, Palmeri, it’s probably going to hurt pretty good, you know? Tell me when you’re ready.”
“I’m ready,” she said.
I grabbed onto whatever I could and tugged. There was no give. The plane might be wrecked, but twisted metal seemed just as hard to wiggle as untwisted metal. “Anything?”
There was a moment of silence, and then, “No.”
I released whatever I’d gripped and tried a different handhold. “Now?”
“No, nothing. This isn’t going to work,” she said.
I heard Dave. “It’ll work. It’ll work. If anyone can help, it’s McKinney.”
Wish he hadn’t said that. Didn’t need that kind of pressure. I turned off the flashlight, dropped it into my pocket and reached into the hole in the bottom of the plane with both arms raised. I was able to fit my head and shoulders up into the opening as well. Felt like I was climbing up into the Rabbit Hole, until sharp metal sliced through my body. It cut from under my left arm to the edge of my ribcage. “Son of a fucking bitch!”
“Chase?”
“I’m good, Dave. I’m alright.” Warm blood oozed from the wound. I felt it roll down my side. There was plenty to grab onto, so I did. One by one, I attempted pushing and pulling whatever I could, mostly to no avail. “Anything, anything at all?”
“No, Chase, nothing,” Dave said.
I didn’t give up. I kept at it, reaching deeper, higher, and all around me. There was a lot of things under here that could be attached to the shaft that pierced Palmeri.