It had hurt like hell when his hands moved along her back, and shed ground her teeth to avoid crying out in pain. There, whole sections of flesh had been ripped from her body and it was taking much longer to heal than the scabs on her arms. An ordinary citizen would have succumbed to infection, blood loss, exposure. But somehow in the days after the things tore into her back, she had developed a freakishly powerful immune system and was healing. How she had recovered from the disease, she had no idea.
But thin layers of skin were slowly building from the scabbed edges. Smoke had not detected anything amiss in the ruined landscape of her back, and for that Cass was grateful. She didnt want him to see.
Cass blinked as her eyes adjusted from the bright morning sun to the gloom of the interior. A single transom window lit the space; the other windows were covered by miniblinds. They were in what had been the schools administrative office. The bulletin boards had been stripped bare except up at the top where a few ragged papers were still attached with pushpins. ARTCARVED-ORDER YOUR CLASS RING NOW one read. Another advertised $$CASH$$ FOR PRINTER CARTRIDGES.
A woman came around the corner and stopped short, staring at Cass with shock, processing her appearance.
We found her outside, the man said quickly. She brought Sammi back.
The woman merely nodded, but Cass could see the relief written plain on her face. A child had been missing. The people sheltering here had been waiting, knowing it was likely that their beautiful young girl would never return. None of them were new to loss now-by most estimates, three-quarters of the population was dead, victims of starvation and fever and suicide and Beaters. You learned to protect yourself. But the cost of steeling yourself against grief was that you had to steel yourself against joy, as well.
You might as well have some, the woman said, and only then did Cass notice that she carried a glass carafe of steaming black coffee. Get her a cup, Smoke.
The man called Smoke went into the hall, leaving the woman to stare openly at Cass. She was a lean woman with poorly cut hair, pieces of it jutting unevenly at her cheekbones. But she was clean-remarkably so. Her skin looked healthy and her eyes were clear. Cass found herself wondering if she was the mans lover, and her gaze went to the womans fine small hands, the nails trimmed neatly. Her smooth pale legs under the plain denim shorts.
Im Nora, the woman said.
Cass cleared her throat. Until this morning, she hadnt spoken in many days, and she was out of practice. Im Cassandra. Cass.
Smoke returned carrying a large blue mug. Nora poured from the carafe and Cass accepted the mug and held it near her lips, not sipping, the glazed porcelain almost too hot to bear. Her eyes fluttered closed as she inhaled as deeply as she could, and when she opened them, she saw that Smoke was staring at her with an expression that was part curiosity and part calculation, and no part fear.
She drank.
The taste brought back a sharp memory of the room in the basement where she attended a thousand A.A. meetings. The first time she accepted a cup of coffee only because everyone else was drinking it. Shed never liked it much, drank it only on the occasional morning when she needed a little extra lift to get going, but at that meeting she drank two cups and on the way home she bought a ten-cup model at Wal-Mart, along with two pounds of ground beans.
At work, she made the first pot at 5:30 a.m. when her shift started and the last-dozens of pots later-when whoever was on afternoons arrived at two oclock.
This coffee was a little odd. It was like the kind her mother used to make before her father left, in an old tin percolator with green enamel flowers worn nearly away. For a moment Cass felt an intense ache for her mother-for who shed been before she met Byrn, before she started insisting that Cass call her Mim. For the woman whod once read to her at bedtime, whod let Cass bury her face in the crook of her neck and breathe the soap and hair spray and perfume and sweat.
Slowly, not trusting her hand not to tremble, Cass lowered the mug to the table. May I sit?
Yes, of course, Nora said. She exchanged a look with Smoke as he pulled out a chair for her, and Cass was certain that these two were lovers. Only, troubled ones. You could see it in the way his gaze slid warily away.
Cass leaned over the mug and let the steam warm her face. Whats todays date? she asked.
Nora blew out a little breath before she answered. August twenty-sixth. Its Sunday.
August 26. So it had been almost two months since the end of what shed come to think of as her second life.
She thought about that last day. Not the last moments, which she wouldnt remember, but what came before.
Shed been sheltering in the library for a couple of months before she went to get Ruthie, determining that there was finally no one left to try to stop her. The first morning she had her baby back, they woke up together on the makeshift bed in Casss corner of the library, away from the others, tucked in a narrow corridor behind the periodicals, beneath a water fountain that hadnt flowed in a month. Cass kept her space clean, her few possessions stacked and folded and arranged with care.
That day, she woke to the sweet scent of Ruthies hair, her small body tucked perfectly into her embrace, her head under Casss chin. She lay still, breathing happiness in and hope out, watching the sun cast strips of yellow light on the wall through the miniblinds. A week earlier, theyd lost Miranda, and Casss mood had faltered. But now that she had Ruthie, life seemed like a possibility once more.
You going to explain that? Nora said, not unkindly, pointing at Casss arms.
Cass folded them self-consciously. They hurt, but not as much as they had when she first regained consciousness, lying in an empty field. Then, she had been horrified at the way she looked, her wounds raw, the crusty scabs black in some places, leaking clear reddish fluid. Her back had been an agony of shredded flesh and it was still healing, but the wounds on her arms were almost completely healed, marking crisscross scars across her flesh.
On the road, she mumbled. Things happen, you know. I fellI ran into things.
No shit, Nora said.
Go easy, Smoke murmured, a warning in his voice.
Look at her, Nora hissed, her voice low and angry. Weve seen that before. You know we have.
Smoke shook his head. It isnt the same.
Only because you dont want to see it!
The same as what? Cass demanded.
Smoke looked at the table, wouldnt meet her eyes. Theres been a few kids-
Not just kids, Nora interrupted.
Mostly kids, teenagers, they cut themselves, they pull out their hair.
Why would anyone do that? Cass asked, horrified.
To look like Beaters, Nora said. To look like you. To mock the world. Or to come into settlements and everyone takes off screaming and then they help themselves to whatever they want-water, food, drugs, anything. That is, if they dont get themselves shot first.
Mostly kids, teenagers, they cut themselves, they pull out their hair.
Why would anyone do that? Cass asked, horrified.
To look like Beaters, Nora said. To look like you. To mock the world. Or to come into settlements and everyone takes off screaming and then they help themselves to whatever they want-water, food, drugs, anything. That is, if they dont get themselves shot first.
You think I- Youre fucking insane. Cassd been trying to hold on to her patience, but this-Noras implication that she had done this to herself on purpose-it was too much. So wheres all my stuff, then? If Ive been terrorizing citizens and stealing from them, where is it? I dont have anything on me, nothing.
I dont mean to-
Just let her tell her story. Smoke glared at Nora, and after a long moment, the woman gave a faint shrug.
Cass took a breath, let it out slowly, considered how much she wanted to give away. These people could help her, or not. They could let her go, or not. Already she felt certain that they would. There was no cruelty in them, only caution, and who could blame them for that?
The girl, she hedged. Sammi. Why was she out alone?
Why dont you tell us about you first, Nora said coldly, and this time she refused to acknowledge Smokes warning glance.
All right. Cass gathered her thoughts. I lived in Silva. In Tenaya Estates. You know-the trailers.
Smoke nodded. I know the place.
I livedalone. I worked at the QikGo off Lone Pine. Back in the spring, during the Siege, I stayed on for a while. I thoughtI didnt want to give up, I guess. But, you know, when they started coming into town more
She didnt add that people stopped showing up at the A.A. meetings, until one day she was the only one in the room. That day, she knew she couldnt live alone anymore.
Anyway I went over to the library to shelter. She dug her fingernails into the callus of her thumb, under the table where they couldnt see. The next part was hard. I was there the first time the Beaters came. When they took a friend of mine.
And the second time.
She couldnt bring herself to tell it. Not yet. Are there stillis anyone still over there?
Yes, last time anyone was there, they were up to around fifty. Smoke hesitated and Cass got the impression he wasnt telling the truth-not all of it, anyway. They got it reinforced. They havent lost anyonenot inside, anyway, in a while. We have eighty here. Theres a few dozen in the firehouse. And you know, you have your folks who are still trying to stay in their own places. More than youd think, really.
Fewer every day, Nora muttered.
Not our place to judge, Smoke said in a voice so low Cass was sure it was meant only for Nora.
Do you talk to themthe people at the library? she asked. Now that she was so close, fear bloomed in her heart.
We did, Smoke said. Untilwell, we had some trouble. A couple of weeks ago. Since then weve stayed local.
Seventeen days, Nora said, with surprising bitterness.
Smoke nodded, acknowledging her point.
What happened?
You dont know? The suspicion was back.
Cass looked from one to the other, mystified. No, I dont-I told you, Ive been on my own since I woke up and-
Some people would just say that its awfully convenient that you cant remember anything, Nora said. And that you just happen to show up after the Rebuilders set up camp over there.