“Of course you can camp with us tonight.” Tomas beats me to agreement. But I notice he is careful to promise only to stay with Will for the night.
While I know it might annoy Tomas, I add, “Our food stores are low. We’re going to need to search for food and water tomorrow on foot. Maybe we’ll find some wheels along the way. Then we can travel together to the end.”
“Sounds good to me.” Will smiles. “But if we don’t find wheels tomorrow, I don’t want you and Tomas hanging back on my account. The quicker you get to the end the better. You know?”
Tomas seems to relax after that. We walk until the sun is low on the horizon. The southernmost fence line that marks the boundary of the Testing area is visible from the road. Beyond it I can see the glistening of water, clean and bright. I can’t help but wonder if the sight of water is another test designed by the officials to see if we remember and follow instructions to not leave the designated Testing area.
We pick a spot behind a pile of large rocks to make camp. While Tomas and Will start a fire, I head off to look for food. The ground here is harder and more water-starved than on the other side of the city. But near the fence line there are signs of healthy plant life. On the other side of the fence I can see a lake. No doubt the reason for the health of the plants at my feet. Despite my frustration at being unable to reach the water, I’m happy to come away with several handfuls of dandelion greens, some wild onion, and a pot filled with white clover. I also put Will’s wire to good use. Two hundred yards from our camp I set several snares, trying to remember everything my brothers taught me about trapping animals. If I’m lucky, a wayward animal or two will cross my snares. I can only hope because my stomach is already hollow with hunger.
Will’s water bottle is empty. Tomas and I share our water with him during the meal. When night falls there are just a few swallows at the bottom of one of the canteens. Finding a water source will have to be our first order of business tomorrow. Otherwise we won’t need to discuss who will travel with us.
Tomas insists on setting up a watch rotation for the night. “With three of us, we can each get a decent night’s sleep and still have someone standing guard. Cia and I had a close call with some wild animals recently. I’d rather not repeat that experience if we don’t have to.”
We leave the fire burning and Tomas gives me a long kiss before climbing on top of the rocks to watch over us while we sleep. I’ll take last watch.
In almost no time at all, Will shakes me awake and quickly sinks into sleep as I take my place on the rocks. The fire has burned down low, but it still casts enough light on my friends that I can see Tomas’s shoulder muscles relax as Will begins to snore. Did Tomas stay awake during Will’s watch? He must have. I am torn between frustration at Tomas’s lack of trust and guilt that I trust so easily. Seeing Tomas’s uneasiness, I am forced to reconsider my plans to have Will travel with us.
Birds singing signal the arrival of dawn. I promised Tomas to wake them at first light, but I decide to forage for breakfast in order to give Tomas a few more precious minutes of sleep. The sight of a skinny but very edible rabbit caught in one of my snares makes me grin.
I walk along the fence line on my way back to camp, on the lookout for other food. A handful of clover and a few wild carrots end up in my bag. I would like it to be more, but these will have to do. I turn my back on the fence and start to hike back to Tomas and Will when I hear a twig snap. Whipping around, I draw my gun and take aim, expecting to find an animal. Instead, on the other side of the fence, I see a gray-haired man. And he’s smiling at me.
Chapter 16
BEFORE I CAN say a word, the man throws a small bag over the fence and disappears into the brush. I stare at the bag, trying to decide if this is another test. Do I look in the bag and risk something exploding or leave it and walk away?
The sack is small and made of a coarse brown material. Not anything like the fabrics used to make our Commonwealth Testing bags or any of the bags I saw in the Testing supply room. I think about the man who threw it. His clothes were faded but in good repair. His skin was sunbaked and weathered, but his muscles looked strong from hard use. More like my father. Less like the Testing officials I’ve come in contact with.
So who is the man? One of the rebels Michal mentioned in Magistrate Owens’s house? History tells us there were differing opinions about how to revitalize the country after the Seventh Stage of War ended. Those who survived struggled with how best to proceed: to band all the survivors together under another centralized government or to allow each group of survivors the freedom to choose their own way forward. Those who disagreed with the choice of the majority struck out on their own. Could the man I saw be one of the survivors who live outside the United Commonwealth authority? If so, why is he throwing a bag over the fence marked as United Commonwealth territory for me?
After several minutes, curiosity wins out. I pick up the bag, hoping to find some clue to the man’s identity inside. Instead, there is a loaf of bread, a small hunk of white cheese, a bag of raisins, and a bottle of water. I open the cap to the water and sniff it. The scent is clean and pure. A few drops of my chemicals confirm it.
I contemplate the items in my hands. The almost magical appearance of water when we are running so low is a blessing. So are the other supplies. But there is no way I can share them with my companions. Not without provoking questions about where the food and water came from. If it was just Tomas, I could have him remove his identification bracelet. Will doesn’t know about the listening devices implanted in the bracelets, and we haven’t known each other long enough for me to guess how he will react when he finds out about them. He might tip off the listeners and give away the only advantage we have—not to mention letting the Testers know we have received help from outside the fence. I can’t help but wonder what the penalty for that kind of assistance might be and if other Testing candidates will be subjected to that punishment if they, too, run into the gray-haired man.
Not sure what else to do, I pour some of the fresh, clean water into the canteen. Then I store the bottle and the sack of food in my bag until I can best work out how to share them with my friends. Back at our camp, I stoke the fire and skin the rabbit while thinking about the gray-haired man and the sack of food he gave to me. Who is he? From my fellow candidates I’ve learned that Five Lakes Colony is far better stocked with provisions than many other colonies. So why is the gray-haired man sharing his food and water with an unknown girl? Does he know why I am on this side of the fence? Does he know there are others out here on the corrupted plains? Does he understand this is a test that some of us will not survive? By the time I get the rabbit roasting and wake my companions, I still have no answers.
Will is giddy at the sight of the
cooking meat, dancing back and forth on the balls of his feet. He reminds me of my brother Hamin on Christmas Day. It makes me wonder if it is that similarity that causes me to trust him.
No one questions the amount of water in the canteen as we eat breakfast, pack up, and walk back to the road. With everyone’s stomach full, I feel less guilty about the food hidden deep in my Testing bag. But I find myself walking behind them, watching the fence line for signs of the man who gave me the food.
After ten miles, we have yet to spot water although we do find a tree bearing small, hard apples. We fill our bags with the apples and some wild carrots I find growing nearby, and then we set off again. After another five miles I begin to suspect that any nearby water sources will not be close enough to the road for us to spot. The Testers aren’t making it that easy.
The ground around the road is packed flat, which makes me say, “I think one of us should take a bicycle and scout for water off the road. Whoever goes can cover more territory and get back before it’s time to camp for the night.”
“I’ll go,” Will volunteers.
Tomas immediately rejects the offer. “No offense, Will, but once you have one of the bicycles, who’s to say you won’t ditch us and speed your way to the finish line.”
“You’re right. I could do that.” Will smiles. His tone is affable, but I can see in his eyes something flat, dark, and angry. “I wouldn’t, but I can understand how you might not trust my word given the circumstances. Even if your girlfriend here does. I’m also guessing you won’t trust me to stay with her while you go scouting.”
“You guessed right.” Tomas’s mouth curls into an answering smile. I can’t help but notice the way his hands are clenching at his sides. “There’s no way I’m leaving Cia alone with anyone. Not even you.”
Will stops in his tracks. His eyes are cold. His hands ball into fists. “So, where does that leave us, Tomas?”
Before Tomas can respond, I say, “It leaves the two of you idiots here sweating out our last drops of water while I go in search of more.” If the words come out harsher than I intended, I’m not sorry. Will and Tomas look ready to fight, and while I’m grateful that Tomas wants to keep me safe, this whole macho thing is out of place considering our circumstances. Even with the hidden bottle of water, our chances of survival decrease every mile that we don’t find another water source.
Taking out the near-empty canteen, I throw it at Tomas and say, “I’m going to bike about ten miles ahead, set a couple of snares, and then go off the road to look for water. I’ll leave a marker by the side of the road near the snares in case you get there first. Try to act like the adults you’re supposed to be while I’m busy keeping us all alive. If you can’t handle that, you both deserve to fail this test and we all know what punishment that brings.”