“Then that’s where Benny and Nix will be. Preacher Jack took them.”
Chong touched Tom’s arm. “There are things you need to know. While I was still in the pit, I heard White Bear talking to someone. I’m pretty sure it was Preacher Jack. White Bear is Charlie’s brother and he … he called Preacher Jack ‘Dad.’”
Tom grabbed Chong’s wrist. “Preacher Jack is Charlie Pink-eye’s father?”
“I know … it’s scary, but it makes sense.”
“Only to madmen, kiddo.”
Chong looked away to the west. “Tom, where’s Lilah?”
Tom shook his head. “I … don’t know where she is. She could be with Benny and Nix, or she could be out there somewhere.”
“Out there” was a vast and featureless black nothing.
Chong licked his lips. “What … what do we do now?”
Tom handed him a knife. “We go find Benny and Nix,” he said.
72
BENNY AND NIX FELL INTO DARKNESS. NEITHER OF THEM SCREAMED. Benny was too furious, and Nix … well, Benny didn’t know what Nix was feeling. He thought he heard her laugh as the darkness of the pit swallowed them. Benny waited for the crushing impact at the bottom of a long fall, but his feet struck something soft and yielded. He hit and bounced and spun, and only then did he crash to the dirt. Behind him he heard Nix rebound and then thud do
wn.
There was enough light to see, and as Benny sat up painfully he saw that just below the hole was a sloppy stack of old mattresses, positioned to catch their fall and keep them from shattering their legs.
“Very considerate of them,” Nix muttered.
“I don’t think they care much about us.”
“No, really?” replied Nix sarcastically.
“I mean,” said Benny, “that it’s probably not as much fun to watch cripples fighting zoms.”
“Again … really?”
They got to their feet and looked around. No zoms and not much light. The pit wasn’t circular, and they could make out tunnels leading off in six separate directions.
White Bear squatted on the edge of the pit, grinning in a way that made his burned face look like a monster out of a nightmare. “Here are the rules,” he growled. “If you’re paying attention, you might already have guessed that this ain’t a straight pit-fight. There are tunnels and side passages and a few surprises cut every which way. Some of them are dead ends, and I do mean ‘dead.’”
“Ha, ha,” said Benny.
“You might also have guessed that you ain’t alone down there.”
Benny expected Nix to say “No, really?” again, but she held her tongue, so Benny supplied the sarcasm. “Well, we figured that … these being zom pits and all.”
“Watch your mouth, boy,” snapped White Bear.
“Really?” he said, and liked how it sounded. “What are you going to do? Beat us up and throw us in a pit full of the living dead?”
White Bear seemed to chew on that and apparently decided that Benny had a point.
“You were starting to tell us about rules,” prompted Nix.
“Yes indeed, little cutie. My dad placed a church bell down there. It ain’t easy to find, but it’s there. Find it and ring it and you get a free ticket out of there.”
“Until when?” demanded Nix. “Until tomorrow’s games? And then the next day and the next until we’re dead?”