If they lived through this, she promised to herself she'd be different. More open. Less worried. More fun. Less angry. More loving.
If they lived.
*
Dr. Belgium was playing tricks with himself so as to not give in to exhaustion. He recited the Periodic Table of the Elements, then he gave himself quadratic equations to solve.
But the cave kept interfering with his ploy.
It was the most eerily quiet place Belgium had even been in. Their heavy breathing seemed to echo and amplify in the silence, sometimes chasing them through the dark.
Several times Belgium lost his train of thought, trying to gauge if the cavern was actually heading upward like it felt. Or calculating twists and turns and puzzling over whether they had gone 180 degrees and were actually running back to Samhain.
Once, he lost aural contact with Andy running behind him, and stopped to find the man on his hands and knees, vomiting. Belgium didn't bother with inspirational speeches or voiced concerns. He yanked Andy up by his shirt and pulled him back into formation.
Frank didn't think they seriously had a shot at surviving. The odds against them having made it this far were astronomical. But he still ran, and this was curious to him. Only a short time ago, he would have been content to sit at his desk and wait for the bomb to drop. Perhaps he had finally learned to accept himself. To forgive himself.
Maybe someday he might even like himself.
If he lived to see someday.
*
With five minutes to go on Andy's watch they ran out of cave.
They'd come to an open area, large enough to drive around in. Sun checked all of the walls and couldn't find any other tunnels. There was no place left to go.
“How far away are we?” Sun heaved.
“A mile and a half,” Belgium said, hands on his knees. “Maybe two. We have to get out of the cave.”
Andy leaned against a limestone wall. “Wouldn't it be safer down here?”
“Samhain is an underground target. The nuke they use will go down deep. A lot of the blast effects will happen underground and could travel through these caves. The surface would be better.”
“I can't find the damn exit,” Sun's voice was beginning to crack.
Then the bats swooped down.
Sun lost it. She swung the torch like a club, screaming at the bats, determined to burn them all to cinders.
Belgium held her back.
“They're bats,” he said. “Plain old bats. If there are bats, there's an exit nearby.”
He took the torch and held it up, illuminating the high ceiling, following the path of the flying rodents until they disappeared into a crack in the wall.
“There's the exit,” Belgium pointed to a tiny sliver of light, twenty feet or so above them. The wall was so simple to climb it was almost anticlimactic. Even Andy, with his injured wrist, had no trouble with the large hand and footholds. At fifteen feet up, the tiny splinter of light had opened up into a large crevice amid an outcropping of rocks.
Sun climbed onto the floor of the desert and hugged it like a lover.
Andy dropped to his knees and said, “Thank God.”
Dr. Belgium looked around and tears streamed down his cheeks.
“This is the first sky I’ve seen in twenty years. I’ve forgotten how beautiful the world is.”
“Look!” Andy said, pointing up.
Sun noticed the telltale trail of jet exhaust and followed it back to the area they'd just fled from.
“Get down, behind these rocks,” Belgium said. “Put your fingers in your ears and close your eyes as tight as you can.”
“Are we far enough away?” Andy asked.
“We'll know in just a moment.”
They huddled down together and waited.
BEEP BEEP.
Andy's watch had counted down to zero.
Sun held her breath. She could feel the cool desert air on her face, and wondered if it would be the last thing she ever felt.
The moment stretched.
Andy said, “Maybe they—”
The light hit them first. Intense, super-bright light, blinding their eyes even though their lids were closed.
Then the sound overtook them, the slap of an angry God, louder than the loudest thunder, and at the same time they were bowled over by a hot wind, spitting dust and debris into their faces, knocking them off their feet.
The wind died suddenly, bringing absolute stillness.
Andy opened his eyes. A breeze hit them from the opposite direction, lasting a few seconds, but not nearly the strength of the blast wave.
“Negative phase,” Belgium yelled. “The blast happened so fast it created a partial vacuum, this wind is the result of suction.”
Andy wasn't listening. He was staring at the fireball. It was bright, almost too bright to look at, mostly red and violet with portions of pure white.
The giant fire column plumed at the top, becoming the recognizable mushroom cloud, gray and purple smoke billowing out in an expanding ball.
“Spectacular,” Belgium said.
Sun was also taken in by its destructive beauty. The apex of mankind's scientific endeavors. The secret of the atom, on display in all of its kiloton glory.
“We weren't burned,” Sun said. “How do we know about our radiation exposure?”
“It doesn't look like too big of a nuke, so it probably isn't a fusion bomb,” Belgium said. “We won't know until later, but I think we're far enough away. Our radiation exposure should be minimal.”
The mushroom cloud continued to expand, spreading open like a flower.
“Nothing could live through that, right?” Andy said. “Bub couldn't...”
“Nothing can survive a nuclear blast at ground zero.”
Andy frowned. “But what if all of that outer space crap was just that—crap? Isn't the devil supposed to be a liar? What was it that Father Thrist said? Satan’s greatest feat is to convince us he doesn’t exist. Lucifer is the Master of Lies.”
“Trust me, Andy,” Belgium patted his shoulder. “Even if Bub really was Lucifer, he doesn’t exist any longer.”
Andy thought about it. “So we did it,” he said. “We actually beat the devil.”
The voice came from behind them, low and hoarse.
“I'm not beaten yet.”
They spun around and watched in horror as Bub crawled out of the crevice. He looked even worse than before. One wing was missing, and the other dragged behind him, broken and bloody. Several holes in his flesh were so big that the bones showed through. Both eye sockets were empty, but he'd grown a tiny third eye in the middle of his forehead.
The demon glanced away from the trio and looked at the fireball, the plume still rising. He dropped to his haunches and vomited blood onto the desert sand.
“I am immortal... I was heeeeere before your species began... and I’ll be heeeeeeere to lead you to extinctioooooooon!”
Bub stretched out his claws and raised them to the heavens.
“YOU CAN’T KILL ME!” he screamed, his voice spreading out over the expanse of the desert.
He pointed a misshapen claw at them, accusing.
“All you diiiiiiiiiid,” Bub snarled, “is make meeeee angry.”
Sun looked around for any kind of weapon—a rock, a branch, anything at all. She saw Belgium pick up a handful of sand, and Andy ball up his fists.
Then Bub did something that none of them could have possibly expected.
He exploded.
The demon burst into dozens of pieces with a splatting sound, like a giant water balloon had popped. Andy, Sun, and Frank dove to the ground and hid their faces from the blast.
But nothing touched them.
The trio looked, and saw that each of Bub's parts had sprouted wings and remained airborn. He had become a swarm of demons, each no larger than a tennis ball.
Perfect replicas of Bub.
They circled, briefly flapping around the trio in quick figure eights. Then they all flew off in different directions, scattering into the distance, as if each had a specific destination in mind.