Will climbed up the steps of the Miller Hill House and slipped into the foyer. The place had that overwhelming old home smell about it and had been blood-free when they had arrived yesterday. Which made sense. Who was going to flee to an old historical home when bloodthirsty creatures attacked?
Lara was walking past the open kitchen door, her blonde hair tied back in a ponytail. Haircuts were in short supply these days, and his own hair was getting noticeably longer. He felt the stubble along his chin and made a mental note to take the time to shave in the next few days.
“Morning,” he said.
Lara looked back at him. She was wearing cargo pants and a T-shirt like everyone, opting for practicality over fashion. The cargo pants had pouches that were useful for carrying supplies, and the T-shirt was, well, it was hot out there. She had a bundle of silverware in her hands.
“Hey,” she said back. “I almost have everything ready.”
She had laid plates for the six of them, with the day’s rations spread out along the length of a table big enough for ten diners. The windows were open, and sunlight filtered into the room. The world looked and sounded different from in here. He could almost believe everything was fine outside.
Lara and Carly insisted on this whenever they could. It was their way of holding on, and Vera and Elise seemed to appreciate it just as much. He could have done without breakfast at a table, but then again, he and Danny were trained to sleep in mountain caves and survive on Meals, Ready-to-Eat rations. Eating off a plate was gratuitous, but it made Lara smile, even if she wasn’t smiling at him now as she went around the table laying the silverware next to the plates.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
“For what?”
“Carly said you were waiting to hear from me last night. I didn’t…” He was going to say, “I didn’t know,” but thought better of it. Instead, he said, “I’m sorry. I should have known you would be worried.”
“Of course I’m worried, Will. I’m always worried. I love you. That’s what we do when we love someone and they’re hiding out in a clock tower at night by themselves. We worry.”
“I’m sorry,” he said again.
“Stop saying that.”
He reached for her arm as she walked past him. She tried to jerk it free, but he held on tight and pulled her against him.
“Let me go, Will,” she said, gritting her teeth at him. “I’m not in the mood.”
He held her against him and sought out her mouth and kissed her deeply. She fought him for a moment, but then gave up after a while and kissed him back.
He had forgotten how good she smelled, even if it was just water and soap. It didn’t matter how much sweat and dirt she had on her from the constant moving, the constant living in someone’s abandoned home or dank, confined basement. Lara always smelled like home.
She softened after the kiss and pressed her body against his. Will stroked her hair, then blew playfully at her forehead.
“Don’t do that again,” she whispered. “Last night. Ever.”
“I won’t.”
“Promise me.”
“I promise.”
“I’m always worried about you,” she said softly.
“I know. It wasn’t fair of me to do that. I’m an idiot. I know that.”
She laughed softly. “No, you’re not. You’re just…you.”
“That doesn’t sound like a good thing.”
“It is. But it can also be frustrating, because you’re not aware of it. You and Danny. You don’t know how Carly and I worry when you guys are out there on your own. One of you out there alone is hard enough, but sometimes, I think it’s harder when both of you are together. You know why?”
“No.”
“Because you numbskulls think you’re invincible when you’re together. It’s annoying.”
He laughed. “Sorry.”
“Just don’t do it again,” she said, and pulled away and smiled at him, and he thought the sunlight reflecting off her crystal-blue eyes was the loveliest thing God ever created. “I love you, Will.”
“I love you, too,” he said, and kissed her again.
“Yuck, get a fucking room,” Danny said behind them.
Danny and Carly came into the kitchen, Elise and Vera rushing past them, joined invisibly at the hip like always. The girls hopped into chairs at the table and scanned the food.
“What are we having today?” Vera asked.
“Vienna sausages, canned fruits, and turkey MREs,” Lara said. “And oh, maybe some SPAM for later if you’re both good. Dig in.”
“Yum, SPAM,” Danny said. “It’s like home all over again. If by home you mean hell.”
Carly punched him in the thigh.
While they had made the Miller Hill House their base last night, their vehicles were stashed in a garage two streets away. After breakfast, while Lara and Carly and the girls got their supplies ready to move, Will and Danny walked over to fetch their trucks.
They carried M4A1 assault rifles, their old weapons from Afghanistan. The M4A1s were their weapons of choice in the daytime, when spreading power took a backseat to distance and accuracy. There was also the fact that if they had to shoot something in daylight, it was usually someone, and they didn’t need to waste silver bullets for that.
Grime, Texas, in the morning was eerily quiet and devoid of activity, like every other small town they had occupied for the night since Starch. Will would have been satisfied with spending however many years he had left within the facility’s gray concrete walls with Lara, but the decision was never his.
“So, they’re following us,” Danny said.
“They’re hunting us,” Will said. “As far as I can tell, they’ve been on our ass since Starch. We’re going to have to shake them sooner or later. One of these nights, they might catch us in a bad spot, and it won’t be pretty.”
“Just to let you know, I only have enough C4 left to blow up a house or two, so whatever crazy Plan Z you come up with next, be advised.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
Danny’s mastery of C4, a skill he had learned during their time serving in Afghanistan, had been invaluable since The Purge. First in Houston, then later on the road to Starch. But they were running out of C4, and it didn’t look like they were going to find more any time soon. Unlike guns and ammo, which were lying around everywhere, military-grade explosives were impossible to find, even in Texas. Go figure.
“We might not have to do anything drastic,” Will said. “We know they’re hunting us, but they don’t know that we know. We can take precautions. Double our alertness. Now, instead of putting the vehicles two streets down, we do four. Et cetera.”
“That sounds like a plan. A very convoluted one, but a plan nonetheless.”
The radio clipped to Will’s vest squawked and he heard Lara’s voice: “We’re done, guys. Whenever you’re ready with the trucks.”
“Roger that,” Will said. “ETA five minutes.”
“See you then.”
“Tough girls,” Danny said. “I have to admit, they’re handling this pretty well. The kids, too. I thought there would be more freaking out. More second-guessing. It must be my Captain Optimism rubbing off on them.”
“That, or your bad BO.”
“Either/or,” Danny said.
The blue and black Ford Rangers were in the same garage of the two-story house where they had stashed them last night. The Rangers were roomy four-door vehicles that got great gas mileage, a major consideration when they had found them at a used car lot some months back. The fact that the trucks were also called Rangers made them serendipitous, even though Will didn’t particularly put stock in that kind of thing.