Requiem (Delirium 3) - Page 8

Thanks, Alex, she responds. The name sounds wrong in her mouth and makes me feel off-kilter, the way I used to feel as a kid at the Strawberry Festival at Eastern Prom, standing in the hall of fun-house mirrors: like everything has been distorted.

Tack, Pike, and some of the others come pushing out of the woods just after Alex, elbowing their way through the weave of branches. Julian is one of the last to emerge, and I stand up and find myself running toward him, barreling into his arms.

Whoa. He laughs, stumbling backward a little and squeezing me, obviously surprised and pleased. I am never this affectionate with him during the day, in front of the others. What was that for?

I missed you, I say, feeling breathless for no reason. I put my forehead on his collarbone, place one hand on his chest. Its rhythm reassures me: He is real, and he is now.

We did a full sweep, Tack is saying. Three-mile circumference. Everything looks good. The Scavengers must have gone in a different direction.

Julian tenses. I turn around and face Tack.

Scavengers? I ask.

Tack shoots me a look and doesnt answer. He has stopped in front of the new girl. Alex is still sitting beside her. Their arms are separated by only a few inches, and I start to fixate on the negative space between their shoulders and elbows, like one-half of an hourglass.

You dont remember what day they came? he asks the girl, and I can tell hes struggling not to seem impatient. On the surface, Tack is all bitebite and rough edges, just like Raven. Thats why they go so well together.

The girl chews her lip. Alex reaches out and touches her hand, gentle and reassuring, and I am suddenly filled, head to toe, with the feeling that I am going to be sick.

Go on, Coral, he says. Coral. Of course she would be named Coral. Beautiful and delicate and special.

II dont remember. Her voice is almost as low as a boys.

Try, Tack says. Raven shoots him a look. Her expression is clear. Dont push it.

The girl draws the blanket a little tighter around her shoulders. She clears her throat. They came a few days agothree, four. I dont know exactly. We found an old barn, totally intact. . . . Wed been crashing there. There was just a small group of us. There was David and Tigg andand Nan. Her voice breaks a bit, and she sucks in a breath. And a few otherseight of us total. Weve stuck together since I first came to the Wilds. My grandfather was a priest of one of the old religions. She looks up at us defiantly, as though she is daring us to criticize her. He refused to convert to the New Order and was killed. She shrugs. Ever since then, my family was tracked. And when my aunt turned out to be a sympathizer . . . well, we were blacklisted. Couldnt get a job, couldnt get paired to save our lives. There wasnt a landlord in Boston who would rent to usnot that we had any money to pay.

Bitterness has crept into her voice. I can tell that it is only the recent trauma that has made her seem fragile. Under normal circumstances, she is a leaderlike Raven. Like Hana.

I feel another stab of jealousy, watching Alex watching her.

The Scavengers, Tack prompts her.

Let it go, Tack, Raven breaks in. Shes not ready to talk about it.

No, no. I can. Its just . . . I hardly remember . . . Again she shakes her head, this time looking puzzled. Nan had trouble with her joints. She didnt like to be alone in the dark when she had to use the bathroom. She was worried she might fall. She squeezes her knees closer to her chest. We took turns walking with her. It was my turn that night. Thats the only reason Im not . . . Thats the only reason . . . She trails off.

The others are dead, then? Tacks voice is hollow.

She nods. Dani mutters, Shit, and toes some dirt into the air, aiming at nothing.

Burned, the girl says. While they were sleeping. We saw it happen. The Scavengers surrounded the place and justphoomf. It went up like a match. Nan lost her head. Went hurtling straight back toward the barn. I went after her . . . after that, I dont remember much. I thought she was on fire . . . and then I remember I woke up in a ditch, and it was raining . . . and then you found us. . . .

Shit, shit, shit. Each time Dani says the word, she toes up another spray of dirt.

Youre not helping, Raven snaps.

Tack rubs his forehead and sighs. Theyve cleared out of the area, he says. Thats a break for us. Well just have to hope we dont cross paths.

How many were there? Pike asks Coral. She shakes her head. Five? Seven? A dozen? Come on. You have to give us something to

I want to know why, Alex interjects. Even though he speaks softly, everyone instantly gets quiet and listens. I used to love that about him: the way he can take command of a situation without raising his voice, the ease and confidence he has always radiated.

Now I am supposed to feel nothing, so I focus on the fact that Julian is behind me, only inches away; I focus on the fact that Alexs and Corals knees are touching, and he doesnt draw away or seem to mind at all.

Why the attack? Why burn the barn down? It doesnt make sense. Alex shakes his head. We all know the Scavengers are out to loot and rob, not ravage. This wasnt theftit was massacre.

The Scavengers are working with the DFA, Julian says. He glosses fluidly over the words, although they must be difficult for him. The DFA was his fathers organization, his familys lifework, and up until Julian and I were thrown together only a few short weeks ago, it was Julians lifework as well.

Exactly. Alex stands up. Even though he and Julian are once again speaking off each other, call-and-response, he refuses to look in our direction. He keeps his eyes on Raven and Tack. Its not about survival for them anymore, is it? Its about payday. The stakes are higher and the goals are different.

No one contradicts him. Everyone knows he is right. The Scavengers never cared about the cure. They came into the Wilds because they didnt belong inor were pushed out ofnormal society. They came with no allegiance or affiliation, no sense of honor or ideals. And although they were always ruthless, their attacks used to serve a purposethey pillaged and robbed, took supplies and weapons, and didnt mind killing in the process.

But murder with no meaning and no gain . . .

That is very different. That is contract killing.

Theyre picking us off. Raven speaks slowly, as though the idea is just occurring to her. She turns to Julian. Theyre going to hunt us down likelike animals. Is that it?

Now everyone looks at himsome curiously, some with resentment.

I dont know. He stutters very lightly over the words. Then: They cant afford to let us live.

Now can I say shit? Dani asks sarcastically.

But if the DFA and the regulators are using the Scavengers to kill us, its proof that the resistance has power, I protest. They see us as a threat. Thats a good thing.

For years, the Invalids living in the Wilds were actually protected by the government, whose official position was that the disease, amor deliria nervosa, had been wiped out during the blitz, and all the infected people eradicated. Love was no more. To recognize that Invalid communities existed would have been an admission of failure.

But now the propaganda cant hold. The resistance has become too large and too visible. They cant ignore us any longer, or pretend that we dont existso now they must try to wipe us out.

Yeah, well see how good it feels when the Scavengers fry us in our sleep, Dani fires back.

Please. Raven gets to her feet. A ribbon of white runs through her black hair; Ive never noticed it before, and I wonder whether it has always been there or only recently appeared. Well just have to be more careful. Well scout locations for our camps more closely, and keep someone on guard at night. All right? If theyre hunting us, well just have to be faster and smarter. And well have to work together. There are more of us every day, right? She looks pointedly at Pike and Dani, then turns her gaze back to Coral. Do you think youre strong enough to walk?

Coral nods. I think so.

All right, then. Tack is obviously getting antsy. It must be at least ten oclock. Lets make final rounds. Check the traps; work on getting packed up. Well shove off as soon as we can.

Tack and Raven no longer have undisputed control of the group, but they can still get people to move, and in this case, no one argues. Weve been camping near Poughkeepsie for almost three days, and now that we have decided on a destination, were all eager to get there.

The group breaks up as people begin to scatter into the trees. Weve been traveling together for a little less than a week, but each of us has already assumed a different role. Tack and Pike are the hunters; Raven, Dani, Alex, and I take turns manning the traps; Lu hauls and boils water. Julian packs and unloads and repacks. Others repair clothing and patch tents. In the Wilds, existence depends on order.

On that, the cureds and the uncureds agree.

I fall into step behind Raven, who is stalking up a short incline, toward a series of bombed-out foundations, where a block of houses must once have stood. There is evidence of raccoons here.

Shes coming with us? I burst out.

Who? Raven seems surprised to see me next to her.

The girl. I try to keep my voice neutral. Coral.

Raven raises an eyebrow at me. She doesnt have much of a choice, does she? Its either that or she stays and starves.

But . . . I cant explain why I feel, stubbornly, that she shouldnt be trusted. We dont know anything about her.

Raven stops walking. She turns to me. We dont know anything about anyone, she says. Dont you get that yet? You dont know shit about me, I dont know shit about you. You dont even know shit about you.

I think of Alexthe strange, stony figure of a boy I thought I once knew. Maybe he hasnt changed that much. Maybe I never really knew him at all.

Raven sighs and rubs her face with both hands. Look, I meant what I said back there. Were all in this together, and we have to act like it.

I get it, I say. I look back toward the camp. From a distance, the red blanket draped across Corals shoulders looks jarring, like a spot of blood on a polished wood floor.

I dont think you do, Raven says. She steps in front of me, forcing me to meet her gaze. Her eyes are hard, nearly black. Thiswhats happening nowis the only thing that matters. Its not a game. Its not a joke. This is war. Its bigger than you or me. Its bigger than all of us combined. We dont matter anymore. Her voice softens. Remember what I always told you? The past is dead.

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