The others came out and piled what they were carrying into the back of the two trucks, but those quickly filled up and they started loading the cargo trailer. The guns and ammo stayed with them inside the vehicles, like always.
Lara walked over to the Ridgeline and climbed into the front passenger side, while Josh and Gaby took the back seats. It was harder to climb in and out of vehicles with one arm in a sling.
Carly boarded the Frontier with Danny and the girls.
Lara watched Will and Danny talking outside the truck, but she couldn’t hear anything over the roar of the air conditioner blasting in her face. Carly and the girls were enjoying the air conditioner of the Frontier almost as much, the girls sticking their faces toward the cool air between the two front seats.
“Oh my God, air conditioning,” Gaby said in the back seat. “I think we should live out of trucks from now on.”
“I’m all for that,” Josh said.
“How did you guys get from place to place?” Lara asked.
“Matt had a truck.”
“Whenever we found a place that was safe, we tried to stay as long as possible,” Gaby added. “As long as the supplies lasted, anyway, which was never that long. It always got too dangerous after a while, so we kept moving.”
“The only good thing about the rest of the world turning into bloodsucking monsters was all the stuff lying around,” Josh said. “It’d be nice if some of it tasted better.”
“Just give me canned peaches any day,” Gaby said.
Will and Danny finally walked over to their respective vehicles. Will climbed into the Ridgeline and unclipped his radio, sticking it on the dashboard where it was held in place by freshly installed Velcro.
“We good?” he asked them.
“Good to go,” Josh said.
Gaby nodded.
“Let’s get out of here,” Lara said.
The radio squawked and they heard Danny’s voice: “Let’s blow this joint.”
They headed out of the parking lot, the Ridgeline up front, with the Frontier dragging the cargo trailer behind them. They turned back onto the road and headed south.
Lara glanced at her side mirror as the First Assembly of the Lord receded into the background, until it was finally gone completely. People went to church for forgiveness, didn’t they? And she was fleeing one. So what did that say about her?
She looked forward, surprised to find herself wallowing in moody thoughts. She didn’t want the others to see, especially Will.
I’ve killed two men now.
It wasn’t just the deaths that stuck with her, it was the fact that she was supposed to feel guilty…except she didn’t. Not a bit. And that, more than anything, kept pricking at the back of her mind. Had she really changed that much?
“We good?” Will’s voice, bringing her back. He reached over and squeezed her hand.
She smiled back at him, putting as much conviction into it as she could muster. “Shoulder aside, we’re good.”
“We’ll be fine.”
“I know.” To her surprise, she believed it.
As long as you’re here with me…
“Have you ever been to Beaumont before?” she asked.
“No.”
“What about you guys?” she asked Gaby and Josh in the backseat.
“I never left Ridley until eight months ago,” Josh said.
“I’ve been to Dallas a few times,” Gaby said, “but that’s about it.”
“I’ve never been to Dallas,” Josh said. “Which is sad, considering it’s just next door. What’s it like?”
“Loud,” Gaby said.
“That’s it?”
She thought about it a little bit more. “Pretty much.”
“Blaine’s from Dallas, too, right?” Josh said. “Sandra said they left Dallas together after everything happened. I wonder what happened to him?”
Lara looked over at Will. She could tell he was wondering the same thing.
Are you still alive out there, Blaine?
CHAPTER 17
BLAINE
We should be dead.
But they weren’t, and the only proof he needed was Sandra sleeping against him, the soft beating of her heart telling him they were still very much alive.
They were inside a room. It was small, designed for less than two people, though you might have been able to squeeze in one more if you didn’t mind the lack of leg room. It was hidden in the back of the pink bedroom’s closet, a six-by-five stainless steel space. It had a lock and a vault-style door handle, and Blaine had felt a rush of disappointment when he thought he might need a key to get in. But Sandra had tried turning the handle and it had spun invitingly, without hesitation.
There was a set of keys inside, resting on a small shelf along one side of the wall. Two wrenches, a small portable LED lamp, and a cordless phone still docked in its station were lined up next to the keys. It was crowded at first, but they had managed to cram inside and swing the door shut, the handle spinning automatically as soon as the latch caught, and Blaine heard at least three locks snapping into place, one after another. The walls were so thick the room barely shook when the ghouls crashed pointlessly against it. The noises from outside came through two air vents — oval-shaped holes with mesh wiring about two inches wide — along the sides.
It was a safe room.
And it was well-hidden, too. It was only after retreating all the way into the back of the closet that they had even stumbled across it. At first he had been perplexed, but that had changed quickly when he realized what he was looking at.
Blaine had never actually seen a safe room in person, but he had seen schematics. This one wasn’t the most expensive or elaborate, but it clearly served its purpose well enough — it kept things out. The wrenches, he concluded, were for the bolts connecting the pieces of the room together.
Blaine turned off the LED lamp sometime during the night. He didn’t need it to hear the ghouls outside, thumping against the door a few feet from him. They couldn’t get to the air vents because the back part of the safe room was embedded within the wall itself. Blaine guessed the homeowners had assembled it piece by piece, another major draw of the simple design.
There was nothing about the pink bedroom to suggest its owner needed a safe room. He wondered if there were other rooms like this installed in the other bedrooms. Will and the others hadn’t seen it when they were here yesterday, but they hadn’t really searched. Blaine had seen their crates — they had enough clothes for a few lifetimes.
The ghouls kept pounding on the door for what seemed like hours, long after Blaine and Sandra had retreated inside. Blaine listened, feeling the slight (very slight) vibrations from every impact. They attacked for hours on end, well into the night and early morning hours.
Then, finally, they just stopped.
By then, Blaine had been forcing himself to stay awake, but his side had begun hurting again, and he felt sore all over. His pills were outside, along with everything else. He closed his eyes, intending to only take a brief nap, but ended up falling asleep with Sandra’s head in his lap.
He opened his eyes to find Sandra standing in front of him, looking through a peephole in the door. Though he had no way of knowing for sure, he was certain it was daylight outside. It was one of those things his body just knew without actually seeing, an evolution of living in a world where darkness brought death.
The LED lamp was on and Blaine could make out Sandra’s tall frame, which put her just under the vault ceiling.
She looked over her shoulder and smiled, radiant even against the unnaturally bright light. “We made it.”