Dennis didn’t respond. They continued walking towards Debenhams.
All of the shops were dark and she suddenly found herself wondering where the creatures went when the sun came up. In the old stories they went back to their graves and slept in their coffins. Some of the old stuff was true but this seemed unlikely. For one thing that would make them vulnerable and, as the last six months had proved, there was nothing weak about them.
Somewhere dark then — like a shopping centre — where they could hide from the sun but defend themselves if needed. She forced herself to look away from the dark shops and dragged the kids behind her as she ran to catch up with Dennis.
In Debenhams they picked up clothes in bundles and shoved them into plastic bags that they found behind the tills. Hannah couldn’t resist a slinky red strapless dress and matching shoes but she shoved it deep down in the bag underneath the more practical combat trousers and boots.
Downstairs they got cooking pans and tins of Calor gas for when the boat ran out. The floor was under a few inches of water which ruined anything on the bottom shelves but they still found everything they needed, and more. As they were leaving Hannah saw a display of soft toys and on impulse shoved a couple of them into her bag.
Outside it had started to rain. They ran towards the boat, their feet splashing in the water. She looked longingly at McDonalds but knew that any food left in there would be ruined. She climbed onto the boat with Cora and Ben while Dennis untied it.
As they drifted down the river she looked back at the Oracle. A tomb now that the world had ended. There weren’t even enough people left to have ransacked it. Ben and Cora had at least known this world, even though just for a short time. But what would their children think? What would they think when they found these temples that her people had built? She shook her head but kept thinking about the people that would come next.
The people who knew nothing of the world before, the people who had grown up in a world where they weren’t the number one predator. She wondered what that would be like, to be running scared your whole life. She wondered if the world would ever recover.
“You coming in?”
She looked back to see Dennis standing at the door. He was on the bottom step so that only his head stuck out and looked like it was rolling around by itself on top of the boat. She smiled to herself at the thought.
“Are you going to drive then?” she said.
“Good point, well made. I’ll stick the kettle on shall I?”
They had picked up some more coffee, bags of different blends and flavours. “Sounds good.”
He vanished from sight and she was left with her thoughts but she had lost the trail of them. Instead she watched the tall buildings on either side of the river give way to smaller ones and eventually to open fields.
5
They didn’t talk about the guns. Hannah hadn’t even thought about them since they had returned from their little shopping expedition. A week passed.
She was starting to feel a little better about things. They hadn’t seen any more of the creatures following the boat and they were making good progress. She had begun to put her suicidal thoughts down to a sort of shock that she now thought she was recovering from.
They had a plan, a simple one but still a plan: they would continue to follow the rivers and canals to the place where Dennis said there was a sort of commune. After that, depending on what they found, they would either stop or carry on. According to his calculations they would arrive in the next two or three days.
The weather was fine. The kids were up top with their dad and she was supposed to be asleep. She had tried to sleep but it wouldn’t come. The light was too bright coming through the curtains so she had to get up and find her sleeping mask. But then she lay down and tried to sleep and found it was too warm under the covers. On top of them it was too cold. She didn’t feel like sleeping anyway.
Then she remembered the dress. The long red dress that revealed her shoulders. She had bought heels as well. She realised that she hadn’t tried on the dress. There hadn’t seemed much point at the time, she hadn’t expected to ever wear it. Now it seemed foolish to be carrying around a dress that might not even fit. She wondered where she had put it.
She checked in the small cupboard that was crammed full of jumpers and trousers and at the bottom a pile of shoes. She started to pull them out before she decided that it probably wasn’t in there.
She walked out into the living room, quietly so as not to alert her family to the fact that she was awake and up. She wanted to be alone, even if she wasn’t asleep.
She checked the bags of clothes that were stored beneath the sofa. All of the things they had taken for Cora and Ben were there, the spare trousers and boots for her and Dennis too, but not her dress.
It also wasn’t in the kitchen in the bag that contained the pots and pans, or is the bathroom where more bags had been piled in the shower cubicle. She wondered if she had forgotten to bring it with her, maybe the bag was even now sitting outside the Oracle or, more likely, had been pulled in by the river and was now at the bottom of it.
Hannah walked back into her bedroom thinking that she would lie down. Even if she couldn’t sleep she could rest.
When you opened the door to the bedroom you could glimpse a full length mirror leaning against the wall. If you stood in front of the mirror you could see yourself but from the door it gave you an angle of the room. Looking in the mirror from the door meant you could see under the bed.
She looked now and saw it, the off white bag with ‘ENHA’ written on it. She pulled it out to reveal the rest of the word and her red dress came tumbling out over the floor.
The brown canvas bag full of guns was behind it.
She reached for the bag, her dress forgotten about for now. It was heavy but it slid across the floor easily enough. A chill went through her. It had taken her almost an hour to find the bag and then it had been an accident, but what if Ben or Cora found it?
The bag had been there for a week now and they hadn’t found it. Really there was nowhere safer it could be. But she hadn’t known it was there and somehow that made a big difference. What she didn’t know hadn’t been able to hurt her but now she did know and it could. She thought that this new secret knowledge would worry her for days. She would probably say something to Dennis, when she could no longer stand the worry. Not that there was much he could do about it.
Nervously she reached for the zipper and opened the top. She looked down and the pile of steel and it occurred to her that they wouldn’t do much good against the creatures. If ordinary weapons had been any good then the army wouldn’t have been overwhelmed quite so quickly.
It seemed impossible that this thought hadn’t occurred to Dennis, although obviously it hadn’t occurred to her. If that was the case though maybe they could just throw them in the river and she wouldn’t have to worry.
She reached into the bag and picked up a pistol. It was dense and heavy. She shook it gently but it didn’t make a sound. She wondered how she would find out if it was loaded. The obvious way would be to take it up top and squeeze the trigger but if she did that Ben would want a go and if she let Ben have a go Cora would want one too and if you tried to explain to Cora that she was too young she wouldn’t listen, she would shake her head and insist it was because she was a girl.
Hannah could hear the kids up top, running up and down the roof by the sound of it, rocking the boat from side to side, laughing and shouting.