They went back into the nave and looked around, and it didn’t take Danny long to find it. He went up the sanctuary, past a dust-covered communion table, and saw the big double doors on the floor, with metal rings for handles.
“Someone said they wanted a basement?” Danny announced.
“Big?” Will asked.
“Big enough.”
“What about the doors?”
“Might have to reinforce them on both sides. Everything looks doable.”
“Let’s open ’er up.”
Will stood next to Danny and they exchanged a brief nod, then grabbed a ringed handle each and pulled the doors free. Dust and time erupted into the air like a smoke grenade. They fought through the haze and took a quick step back, unslinging their shotguns in the same motion.
They stared down at complete darkness. There were no windows, so that was a plus.
Will grabbed three glow sticks from his pouch, snapped them, and tossed them into the basement, spreading the sticks around. Danny did the same with four more. Soon, they could see the basement’s interior — or most of it, anyway, from their angle — against the green neon light. What the glow sticks didn’t reveal, they swept with the tactical flashlights underneath their shotguns.
“Tornado basement,” Will said.
“Tornado taketh, God builds a basement to preventeth,” Danny said.
“That makes absolutely no sense.”
“Of course it does. Open your mind.”
It was a good-sized basement, essentially one big room about twenty meters across and just as wide. He saw a row of shelves to one side and more bulky, tarp-covered items along the walls. It was clear the church had been using the basement as a secondary storage area. A flight of metal stairs with big, wide steps led down.
“After you,” Will said.
“No, after you,” Danny said. “I insist. Besides, I’m the one with kids.”
“Point taken, grandpa.”
“Get off my lawn,” Danny said.
They cleared the basement in less than five minutes, finding nothing down there but old shelves and older boxes and more old stuff hidden under faded tarps. A door at the back opened up into a small bathroom, which, like the rest of the basement, hadn’t been used in a while. There was a toilet and a sink, and little else.
Danny gave the bathroom a once-over. “A little backup water for flushing, some Drano to clear out the pipes, and maybe four or five weeks of intense cleaning with the strongest disinfectant known to man, and I wouldn’t mind spending a few reading hours in here.”
“Good luck with that,” Will said.
“I’m serious. It could work.”
“Captain Optimism.”
Danny grinned at him. “You got any magazines?”
“I’ll settle for some LED lamps.”
Danny went back to the truck to retrieve those LED lamps. When he returned, they hung the lights from dangling hooks along the ceiling and walls, lighting up the basement like it was day. Or brighter than day, actually, since the LED lamps were notoriously hard on the eyes.
The basement, with its high ceiling, looked cavernous against the light, and Will thought it would work, even if they had to stay down here for more than a few days. Maybe a week, depending on how much Lancing had to offer in terms of supplies and, more importantly, danger. He was certain they had lost the ghouls back at Grime, but with so much at stake, he couldn’t rely on gut instincts alone.
Not anymore…
They drove back to the courthouse, and Will saw Lara in the parking lot waiting for them. She had a shotgun slung over her shoulder, a sight that always made him smile.
“Blaine’s gone,” Lara said, as soon as he climbed out of the truck.
Will nodded. He had known Blaine would be gone by the time they came back.
“Should we go after him?” she asked.
“No,” Will said.
“Why not?”
“Man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do,” Danny said, climbing out the other side of the truck. “Besides, he’s probably halfway back to Grime by now.”
“We don’t have any right to stop him,” Will said. “I’d go back for you, too, bullet holes or not.”
She smiled, pleased, and walked over and kissed him. “My hero.”
“Get a fucking room,” Danny grunted.
“What else did you guys find besides the church?” Lara asked, ignoring Danny.
Will glanced down at his watch: 4:13 p.m. “There wasn’t much time for anything else. But Lancing’s a good-sized city; we should be able to stock up on the necessities before moving on to Beaufont Lake. For now, we need to do some work on the church before nightfall, so we should get over there as soon as we can.”
“I’ll get the others,” Lara said, and hurried back into the courthouse.
Will looked around them at the city. It was quiet. He hated when it was this quiet. Even the birds seemed to sense something was coming. A murder of crows circled the roof of the Wallbys, dark wings flapping wildly. Will wondered how much of Hiller was still up there.
“What?” Danny asked behind him.
“Hmm?”
“You got that look.”
“What look?”
“That ‘I smell shit in the air’ look.”
Will frowned. “Where are they?”
“Yeah, you noticed that, too, huh?”
“Hard not to.”
“Yup,” Danny said. “Where the hell are they?”
They looked around at the city in silence, mulling the same question over.
Where the hell are they?
They packed everything back into the trucks, including the two new kids, and drove over to the First Assembly of the Lord. Both Rangers looked worse than they really were. The bullet holes and shattered windows could be patched up and replaced, the engines ran perfectly fine, and the bad guys hadn’t managed to shoot holes in the gas tank.
Thank God for amateurs.
The two new kids seemed to fit right in, but he wasn’t too surprised by that. They had been surviving on their own for the last eight months. You had to be tough to do that, possess the kind of mettle most adults didn’t have. The teenagers didn’t really have weapons, except the revolver Josh had gone back across the street to retrieve. The gun was silver, but the bullets weren’t.
“Silver bullets?” Josh said, when they told him about it. “I wish we had known about that. How did you guys know?”
Will told the story about being caught inside a derelict apartment building in Houston. It was the night of The Purge, and Will and Danny, along with their Harris County Sheriff’s Department SWAT brothers, were supposed to be clearing out a drug den. Instead, they had found a nest of ghouls, and Will and Danny had ended up fighting for their lives for most of the night, moving from floor to floor, room to room. Until, finally, they had stumbled across two silver-edged crosses, either abandoned or forgotten by their owners. They had been using silver ever since.
“That’s amazing,” Gaby said. “It’s like some kind of sign from God, isn’t it? Who just leaves two crosses behind when they move? And those specific crosses, with silver? When you needed them the most, there they were.”
“Will doesn’t believe in God,” Lara said. “I didn’t use to, either, but now, I’m not so sure. Maybe not God, but some kind of divine being, watching out for us. I don’t know. It’s hard to just dismiss it. The silver, the crosses, these things that come out at night…” She shook her head. “I was raised in an atheist family. My mother would be horrified if she heard me waffling on this now,” she added with a smile.
“I don’t believe in God, either,” Josh said.
Gaby looked surprised. “But your family goes to church every Sunday.”