Authors: Phillip W. Simpson
Sam took a deep breath. “I’m going to kill the Antichrist.”
Big Tom sat completely still for a moment. Then he smiled.
“Yep. That’ll do it.”
When Sam awoke, Joshua and Grace were still sound asleep just outside his pentacle. He let them sleep a little longer; he suspected that this would be one of the last opportunities to get a good night’s rest.
After a substantial meal, Big Tom had given them one of the empty side rooms as a bedchamber. It had no furniture in it at all and only one window, covered by iron bars. Josh and Grace went to sleep immediately on the bed rolls that Big Tom had provided. At first, Sam had thought that he would meditate but then he realized how tired he actually was. But what about the pentacle and what it revealed? Joshua probably already knew about it, but Grace was another matter. Then there was Big Tom and his boys to consider. If they walked in and found him within the symbol … Sam had the feeling that Big Tom was the sort of man to ask questions from the dead corpse at his feet.
Eventually, necessity outweighed other considerations. He doubted whether he would have another chance for a proper sleep and he would need his strength. He shook Joshua gently awake. Although grumpy at first, Josh had understood. Sam didn’t ask but he suspected that his uncle had already told him through talking with Hikari.
With instructions from Sam, Joshua drew the symbol. Sam was conscious that this changed everything between himself and the other boy. The pentacle essentially trapped him, leaving him at the mercies of other humans, so it was at that moment that he realized how much he trusted Joshua. It was a good feeling.
Sam could see through the bars that it was dark outside. Something was niggling at him; there was something about this situation that wasn’t right somehow. Then he worked out what it was. He couldn’t hear or sense any demons. Strange. Since the Rapture, he’d never known a night where there weren’t demons about.
Conscious of not waking Grace, he hissed at Joshua. The girl was obviously still pretty fragile – if she woke up now to find herself confronted by a half-demon trapped inside a pentacle, Sam was pretty confident it would not help her state of mind.
Josh stirred sleepily and opened one eye. “What?” he said groggily.
“Keep your voice down,” Sam whispered. “I need you to break the symbol.”
Josh grunted and pulled himself slowly out of his sleeping bag, dragging one foot to break and smudge the chalk outline. Sam immediately felt the invisible barrier that contained him dissipate.
“Thanks,” he said moving to his backpack and digging out an old t-shirt.
“Don’t mention it. Do you think I can go back to sleep now?”
“Be my guest,” said Sam, using his t-shirt to rub out the chalk marks on the floor. It wouldn’t do for Grace to see those either. “But I want to be out of here at dawn.”
Grumbling, Joshua started packing away his gear. Like Sam, he now had a backpack - courtesy of Adam - filled to the brim with various supplies. Sam stowed his gear and settled his weapons in place. As they were finishing up, Grace roused herself. She looked around, saw what the others were doing and began packing up her bed roll and sleeping bag in silence.
In the main room outside their door, Big Tom and his sons were sitting at the table, eating. The room was brightly lit by electric lights, and Sam could hear the hum of a generator. Making room for the newcomers, they pushed some plates of food at them.
So quietly she had to repeat herself, Grace asked to use the bathroom. One of Big Tom’s sons led her off somewhere while Sam and Joshua took a seat.
“Sleep well?” inquired Big Tom.
Both Sam and Joshua nodded.
“I spoke to Adam on the short wave radio while you were getting some shut-eye. He confirmed what you’d said and told me some other interesting information.” He looked at Sam. “About you.”
Sam, about to shovel some food into his mouth, froze. Next to him, Joshua choked on a mouthful.
“It’s fine,” Big Tom reassured him. “My boys know as well.”
Sam glanced around the table. All eating and conversation had stopped, and the other men studiously avoided his eye.
“I didn’t realise how important you were,” confessed Big Tom. “Like Adam, I can see the importance of you getting to L.A.”
Sam sat still, his food forgotten. “Thank you,” he said. “I appreciate your understanding. And your help.”
Big Tom waved his hand. “Don’t worry about it. I want this to end as soon as possible. If you getting to L.A will help bring about better times, then I’ll give you whatever aid you need.”
As Sam slowly resumed eating, Grace came back in looking like a different person. She’d showered thanks to Big Tom’s access to a fresh water spring, and washed her hair. It was long and dark, similar to Aimi’s, thought Sam, but wavy where Aimi’s was straight. Sam guessed she was about sixteen. One of Big Tom’s sons had found her some clothes and she was now dressed in jeans and a t-shirt about two sizes too big. Beneath the dirt was an attractive girl.
As she sat down, she quickly averted her eyes from the others.
Sam finished his meal and asked the question that had been troubling him. “It’s night-time,” he said. “Where are the demons?”
Big Tom smiled slowly. “Ah, that’s a good story. Have you ever wondered where the demons come from?”
“Hell, I assume,” said Sam.
“Of course, but you must have noticed they don’t just turn up wherever they like. For instance, why don’t they just appear inside this room? If they did, I would’ve been taken right at the start of the Tribulation. In fact,” he said, looking at the others in the room, “we all would’ve been.”
Sam had often thought this but he hadn’t managed to figure it out. What did Big Tom know that he didn’t?
“And then it occurred to me. They always appear in populated centres – towns, cities and the like. Do you know what all these places have in common?”
“People?” Even as he said it Sam knew that it wasn’t the right answer. There were people here - so what was missing?
Big Tom shook his head knowingly. “Churches.”
It didn’t come as much of a shock as Sam had expected. A part of him, he realized, had already worked it out - he just didn’t want to acknowledge the fact.
“We had our suspicions,” continued Big Tom. “Every church I’d heard about had been desecrated, which meant it was no longer holy ground, but we needed proof. One night, just before dark, me and my boys staked out the chapel. Sure enough, as soon as it got dark, a glowing symbol appeared on the floor and they started to crawl all over the place.”
“What did you do?” asked Sam, his voice almost a whisper.
“We did what any sensible person would do. We burnt it to the ground.”
Sam sat in stunned silence for a moment. The thought of someone actually burning a church was a horrific one. But it did make sense. He couldn’t blame Big Tom for what he had done. It was, as he’d said, the sensible option.
“That didn’t solve the problem though,” said Big Tom. “The demons kept coming through and I have to admit we were a little puzzled. And then we met the Preacher. He was just passing through – on his way to God knows where – and he suggested we bless the ground. We got bucket loads of water from the spring out back and he blessed it, turned it into holy water. He said all we had to do was sprinkle it over the ground, but we did one better. We drenched the ground,” he said, smiling happily. “Absolutely soaked it. Made sure we didn’t miss one spot.”
“And it worked?” asked Sam.
“Of course it worked. Do you hear any demons around here? We get the odd flying one overhead but it’s nothing that me and my boys can’t handle with a few iron rounds. The next closest town or city is about fifty miles away and I really don’t think the demons can be bothered travelling all that way for six puny souls.”
Sam nodded again and a smile slowly made its way onto his face. At last, one mystery solved. He was sure this knowledge would help him in the battles to come.
Big Tom chuckled. “I can see this makes you happy. I’m glad. That’s why I think you going overland is a wise choice. You’ll be away from the population centres and hopefully away from the demons, too. At least until Las Vegas anyway.” He suddenly stood. “Come with me, fellas, I’ve got something to show you.”
Big Tom led the way through a thick iron door. Sam was surprised to see that Grace had also followed himself and Joshua. Outside, two tethered horses with bulging saddlebags were pacing the ground nervously.
“I thought these might hasten your journey a bit. You’ll have to take most of their feed with them as there’s precious little to eat out in the wilderness, but they’ll be better than going on foot.”
“Thanks,” said Sam. “There’s only one problem. I don’t know how to ride.”
He walked up to one of the horses. As he approached, it started to foam at the mouth, the whites of its eyes showing. Sam reached out a hand and the horse reared up, frantically trying to break free of its tether. Its companion was starting to do the same. Hastily, Sam backed off. Almost immediately, the horses quietened down.
“Hmmm,” said Big Tom. “That could be a problem. I’m guessing, but I’d say they don’t like you much.”
“I can ride,” said Joshua. “I can take all the gear and Sam can run behind. I know he can run; I’ve seen him do it so many times.”
Sam nodded. Joshua was right. Unencumbered by his pack, he was easily capable of running twenty or thirty miles in a day. He was confident that he’d be able to keep up with the horse.
“What about me?” asked Grace. The others turned to her in surprise. “I’m not staying here,” she said. “I’ve got relatives in L.A. I want to go with you.”
“Do you know how to ride?” asked Joshua.
Grace shook her head.
“No big deal,” said Joshua. “You can ride behind me and we’ll use the other horse for the baggage.”
Big Tom nodded. “Sounds like a sound plan to me. You may as well get going as soon as possible. Haven’t seen any of those flying demons so it looks like the coast is clear. With the moon out, you should be able to find the hiking paths alright, but I’ll send one of my boys with you for the first few miles, just to make sure.”
Sam and Joshua accepted his offer readily. Sam had to admit, it was a good plan, but he was worried about taking Grace along. The girl was clearly suffering and he didn’t need any more complications. But, she appeared adamant and he wasn’t about to tell her she had to stay behind. He’d tried to tell Aimi to do something once, and that hadn’t gone well at all. One thing he did know: when a woman got an idea into her head, there was no changing it.
“Can I have some more, please?”
Sam passed the pan of snake and beans over the fire to her. Grace took it and ladled some more onto her small bowl. She smiled gratefully at Sam and put the pan back on the makeshift stand above the fire.
It was good to see her talking properly and Sam had noticed that she’d actually smiled once or twice. Despite what she’d been through, Sam thought she was going to be alright.
They were three days out from Bryce Valley city now. By Sam’s estimates, he reckoned they’d covered maybe sixty miles; pretty good going really, but they still had maybe another week to go until they got to Las Vegas.
“Where do you think we are now?” he asked Joshua.
Josh, his mouth full of food, consulted the map lying open next to him. He frowned at it and swallowed. “I think we must be in Arizona.”
“You think? I’m hoping you can do better than that.”
A flash of annoyance crossed Josh’s face. “Ok, I think those trees in the distance to the east are the start of the Grand Canyon National Park. I think those towns we saw yesterday were Kanab and Fredonia. Kanab’s still in Utah and Fredonia is in Arizona. I’d say that would put us firmly in Arizona.”
Sam nodded and peered in the direction Joshua had mentioned. Sure enough, despite the fading light, he could just make out a line of dull greenery well past the ash-covered red and white soil of the canyon area they were in.
They were camped in a ravine which was almost completely devoid of any vegetation. It was sheltered enough that their fire wouldn’t draw unwanted attention, and they’d found enough dead branches though to make a small one. The fire itself was only used for food preparation – it was far too hot for anything else. That was part of the reason that they only travelled at night. During the day, the heavy cloud cover kept the heat in, making travelling unpleasant.