Razor Girl (27 page)

“We have a gym here and a school even,” David said. “Everyone works. And everyone eats. People come here bedraggled and half-dead and we take them in. We’ve grown so much in the last year. It’s great. We’ve even had four babies born! As I think I mentioned, the last one was yesterday. We’re busting at the seams a bit, but everyone’s happy. A few weeks ago we opened a lower level to add more housing for the families.”

“That’s so wonderful,” Molly said, between bites. “As is, of course, your work on finding the cure for the Others. How would you distribute it if you were able to create one?”

“The hope is to build a factory to mass produce it and then pour it into lakes and rivers—places the creatures use for drinking water,” explained a twenty-something bearded council member. “It’ll take a lot of manpower, which is why we’re gathering as many people as we can down here. And once we start curing them, we can rehabilitate and bring them here. They’ll be productive members of society again, and in turn they can help cure more of their kind.”

“It sounds like quite a plan.”

“It’s a big undertaking,” said the council member at the far end, a blonde woman in her forties. “But we’re hopeful. We have everything in place. Just need to discover that magic formula.”

“Right. Well, I admire all the work you’re doing. It’s really encouraging to hear.”

“We still need more people,” David told her. “So if you don’t find what you’re looking for down in central Florida, I hope you’ll consider coming back. We’ll take all your people in.”

Molly considered. “Even though they’re mostly children?” she asked.

“Especially children,” Mary broke in. “They’re the future, after all. And so many of our adults here lost their own kids. They’d be overjoyed to become adoptive parents.”

Molly looked around the room at all the happy faces. At all the food. And suddenly she realized what she must do.

“Well then,” she said. “I think I have an idea.”

“Chase, wake up!”

Chase groaned as Helga burst into his tent. He’d barely slept a wink the night before, tossing and turning and remembering Molly’s hurt face. It took all his willpower not to get out of bed and find her and confess everything. Tell her
he loved her and never meant to hurt her and wanted nothing more than to be with her forever.

But that would just complicate things. Because he’d have to tell her about the bite. About his impending mutation. That there would probably be no happily ever after for the two of them, as much as he wanted there to be.

“What is it, Helga?” he asked, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. He’d finally dozed off for a few minutes and now he was up again.

“It’s Molly. She’s nowhere in camp!”

Fear slammed his heart. Now he was wide awake. “Are you sure?” he asked. “Maybe she just went for a walk. Did you check the river? Maybe she’s bathing.” He crawled out of the tent. The sun was barely up over the horizon and most of the children were still asleep.

“I checked everywhere,” Helga told him. “And then I noticed her rucksack was gone. She’s left us.” The girl looked at Chase suspiciously. “Why would she leave?” she asked.

Chase didn’t bother to answer. He was already searching for his shoes. “She couldn’t have gone too far,” he said. “She’s weak. I’m going to try to find her.”

Helga rushed to his side. “How are you going to do that? It’s not like there’s some trail of breadcrumbs to follow.”

“I just will, okay?” he growled. She backed off, looking frightened. He swallowed hard. “Sorry,” he said. “I’m just worried about her.”

“Me, too. I can’t believe she’d just take off.”

Unfortunately, Chase could. Obviously he’d hurt her even more than he’d intended the night before. Made her feel rejected and alone. And so she’d left. Left him and the children. To seek her own way to Disney World.

But she wouldn’t make it on her own. She was too weak. She’d die. And it would be all his fault. More blood on his hands.

He couldn’t do anything right.

“Molly! Molly!”

Chase looked up at the sudden cries from the children, his heart leaping into his throat. His eyes followed the direction they were running. Sure enough, Molly was limping toward the camp. Joy washed over him as he took her in. Thank God she was all right.

He followed the children over, wanting to throw his arms around her and hold her and never let her go. But her cold expression swept him then dismissed him as she turned back to the kids, greeting them and apologizing for being away. So Chase hung back, reality smacking him upside the head. In her mind, he had rejected her. And she in turn would now reject him. In her mind, they were finished. And he had been the bastard who had started it.

He realized, suddenly, that she was not alone. A tall, well-built man with a military crew cut was by her side. Jealousy raged up inside of him and he fought to keep it at bay. Who was this tool? Had she found someone to replace him already? He knew he should be glad that she’d found someone to take care of her, someone who could competently get her to Disney World, but the thought of being replaced was too much to bear.

“You’re staying
here?
” asked the man, surveying the premises. “This isn’t safe at all. You’re vulnerable on at least three sides from attack.”

Chase felt his hackles rise. They’d been doing the best they could. How dare this guy judge them? “We have trip wires set on all four sides,” he retorted. “And we do regular patrols. The place is never unwatched.”

“That’s all well and good, but what happens when they hit the trip wires? You have no place to escape to.”

Chase stepped forward. “The kids have been well-versed in evacuation procedures,” he said. “And the older kids have been taught how to fight.”

Molly stepped between them. “Whoa, boys,” she said. “No need to whip them out and measure. Chase, this is David. David, Chase. David is a council member of a new society
they’re building just a mile or two from here. It’s deep underground. They’ve got food and medicines and supplies. And over three hundred residents!” She related what she’d learned and seen.

Chase listened with interest. Sounded like Disney wasn’t the only game in town after all. Maybe Molly could be convinced to give up her quest and settle here. Where she’d be safe. Chase would be much happier dying if he knew she had landed someplace safe.

But he knew in his heart she’d never give up before seeing her dad. She was too dedicated to her cause. After all, that had been the problem from the very beginning. When she’d left him high and dry on that last day.

He turned back to the conversation.

“We’d like to escort you all back to the Hive,” David was saying. “It’s a good place to settle down. We’ll be able to find adoptive parents for all the kids and you can all go to school. There’s plenty of food and we even have nightly entertainment. Bands, movies, that sort of thing.”

“All underground?” asked Helga.

David nodded. “For now,” he told her. “Until we find a cure for the creatures. Then, after rehabilitating them, it’ll be safe to go back to the surface.”

Helga turned to Molly, who nodded.

“It seems like a good plan to me,” she said. “Kids, pack your bags. The journey is over. We’re going home.”

“And buckets of candy for everyone when we get there,” David added with a grin.

The kids whooped and cheered and ran off to gather their gear. Helga hugged Molly and then headed to her own tent. Through it all, Chase hung back, not sure what to do. He knew he should be overjoyed. He’d kept his promise to his brother, caring for the kids and getting them to a safe place. And Molly would be safe, too. So that was good. But, of course, it was all an empty happiness, knowing that he’d lost the woman he loved and would soon, on top of that, lose his life.

If only he hadn’t been bitten. One more day after six years and he never would have had to worry about it again. But, no. Fate was too cruel to allow him his happily ever after. And now that everyone else had theirs, he knew what he’d probably have to do.

Molly locked the door to her room then climbed on a chair to pull her suitcase down from the top shelf of her closet. Tossing it on the bed, she unzipped it and started selecting clothes. A gnawing guilt crawled through her stomach as she packed. What would her father say when he realized she’d gone, that she’d taken his implants but rejected his plan? She’d chosen the company of her boyfriend over her father.

Was she doing the right thing? Probably not. But she loved Chris. More than anything in the world. And if that world was going to end—if they were all going to die anyway—she wanted to be by his side. Her father and mother would have to understand. They’d had their time. They’d had each other. Maybe someday, if they all survived, they could all find each other again. Maybe she and Chris could make the trek down to Disney World and see the new society her father claimed they’d create. But first they had to get through the bad times, the plague and the zombies. And Molly didn’t want to face that without Chris.

Chris. She imagined him right then, packing his own suitcase. Loading the van. He and Trey, rallying their friends. Soon she and he would be together always. In the new little society they’d create up in the mountains. Maybe she’d even make love to him someday. Funny, before now she couldn’t really imagine wanting to have sex with anyone. Now, having fallen for Chris, she couldn’t imagine anything sweeter.

They’d live in the camp like husband and wife. Sure, they were young, but who was going to care? She’d keep house for him. He’d provide food. Just like the olden times. Maybe they’d even have children. Populate the new world. And through it all, they’d be in love. Utterly and completely in love.

A loud banging on the door interrupted her fantasy. Worried, she stuffed her suitcase under the bed and went to answer. Her dad stood on the other side of the door, his hair sticking up in all directions, his eyes wild.

“Molly, it’s time,” he said. “You and your mother need to go down to the shelter.”

Fear gripped her. No! Not now. Not when she was so close to getting away.

“What? Why?” she asked, stalling for time as she tried to think of a plan.

Her father glanced behind him and then back. “They’re here. The cleaners. They’re going to make their move, take me away. I need to know you two are safe.”

What was he talking about? “Dad, why would someone want to take you away?” she asked, confused and frightened.

“It doesn’t matter. All that matters is that you’re down in the shelter where they can’t find you. I’m going to lead them away, create a diversion. They won’t see you go down there. And you’ll be safe for six years. That should be enough time.”

“Enough time? Enough time for what?” Panic slammed through her. She couldn’t go down into the shelter. Not now. She had to meet Chris.

“Molly, focus. Listen to me. When the shelter doors open in six years, I need you to head down to Disney World. It’s vitally important. I’ll meet you there.”

She didn’t know what he was talking about, but she realized she had to speak up. Now. Or for six years hold her peace. She drew in a breath.

“Dad, I’m not going to the shelter,” she said, wishing her voice didn’t sound so squeaky and immature.

He stared at her, disbelief on his face. “What did you say?”

She swallowed. “I’m sorry, but I’ve made other plans. I’m going up to the mountains with my friends. We’re going to wait things out there.”

“Absolutely not.” Ian Anderson shook his head. “It’s too dangerous. And who will take care of your mom? You know as well as I do that she’s not equipped to survive without help these days.”

Molly cringed. Way to make her feel guilty. He was totally right, too. Her mom was lost in a dream world of pills. She’d never survive on her own. How could Molly abandon her?

But then again, how could she abandon Chris?

“Look, Molly, I need to tell you something,” her dad continued. “When I added your cybernetics, I did something else, too. I inserted a special code into your brain. It’s stored in a section you don’t use—you wouldn’t be able to access it even under torture. But it can be extracted by the scientists down at Disney World.”

Molly stared at him, hardly able to believe what he was saying. “Code?” she whispered, her life crashing down all around her. “What kind of code?”

“If I tell you, I jeopardize your life. The government will kill you to find out. But suffice it to say, my daughter, you hold the only copy of the key to rebuild the world. So you see why it’s important that you make it to Disney World when those doors open in six years. We’ll be waiting for you. You’ll literally be the second coming. Our savior.”

This was so not fair. So not fair! She felt tears cascade down her cheeks. “Why?” she demanded, grabbing him by the shoulders and shaking him in fury. “Why would you do this to me? Your daughter? Isn’t it enough you turned me into a robot? Now you ask me to sacrifice everything that means anything to me in order to save the world!”

“You’re my razor girl,” he said quietly. “There’s no one else.”

“I didn’t ask for this! I just wanted to be normal.”

Suddenly a banging from downstairs interrupted them. Her father looked at her and nodded. “They’ve just broken
down the door,” he said. “They will be here soon.” He dangled a gold key in front of her. “Decide now,” he said. “Your boyfriend or the shelter. The fate of the future hangs on your decision.”

That night at the Hive there was a grand celebration. All the residents gathered in the main underground hall to meet the newcomers. There was a feast, plates overflowing with delicious food, and wine and spirits flowed freely. Not that Molly partook. A band thrown together by local teens, Apocalypse Then, rocked out on a makeshift stage, and everyone cleared away the dinner tables to dance. The Hive’s residents were all friendly and welcoming, and for the first time in years Molly felt like she was home.

But, of course, she wasn’t. And while this was a great place to settle the kids she was protecting, her own journey was not quite over. She still had to get down to Disney World and meet her father and his scientist friends. Give them the data stored in her head—whatever it was—to help them rebuild the world.

It was her mission. And she had almost completed it.

The good news was, she’d had herself checked out by the Hive doctors. They’d cycled her blood, removed her failing nanos, and she felt good as new. She was ready to take the last leg of the trek. And she didn’t need anyone else to help her now. Sure, without the nanos she wasn’t as strong or fast, but they weren’t eating her insides, either. She’d make it somehow. Her dad was depending on her, and she wasn’t about to let him down when she was so close.

She looked around the room, smiling as she saw the children
dancing and frolicking and having a grand old time. Starr and Torn were dancing cheek to cheek: young love finally expressed in a safe place. Darla and Sunshine chatted wildly with the couple eager to adopt them. The would-be parents looked thrilled—they’d evidently lost their own little girls to Others a few years back, and now they had a chance to have a family again. And Helga was locked in what looked like a deep conversation with David. Perhaps the two would hit it off.

But, as Molly scanned the room, she realized she didn’t see Chase anywhere. In fact, now that she thought about it, she hadn’t seen him all day. At first she hadn’t been sure he’d be willing to come to the Hive in the first place, but he had tagged along, staying mostly silent. She’d longed to talk to him; he was the only one likely to understand she had to finish her quest. But when she’d approached him, he’d quickly shut her down. For what ever reason—and she still had no idea why—he had little interest in her. Nothing to say.

She decided to go find him, to at least say good-bye. She wouldn’t just disappear on him again. She owed him that.

They’d assigned Chase a small studio-type apartment at the end of Floor 23D. In no mood to celebrate and not feeling very hungry, he’d returned to it earlier that night, tried to read a bit—they had actual books here—but found he couldn’t concentrate. He just kept thinking about the zombie bite. And about the fact that in just a short time, he’d probably become one of them.

As he did so often these days, almost neurotic, he stripped out of all of his clothes and began a thorough body examination, searching for any mark or blemish or spot that could be the first sign of sickness. And this time he saw it. On his inner thigh. A small, bubbling sore just above his knee. He stared at it, unable to breathe. It looked just like the one Spud got a week before he morphed into a monster.

Was this it? Was he definitely infected? Had the Other passed along its terrible germs and injected monstrousness into his DNA? Would this boil be the first of many spreading
all over his body as his genes mutated and his hair fell out? How long would it take until his humanity fled and he became nothing more than a cannibalistic monster, a danger to all he encountered?

He couldn’t let it happen. He couldn’t endanger his family. The members of the Hive. His people were safe now. Molly was safe. He’d kept his promise. So that was something, at least.

He debated his options, finding it nearly impossible to think when he was so scared and upset. He could leave the Hive, go somewhere where there were few people and let the change take him, live a half life as a monster and hope he didn’t run into any humans in his mindless travels. Or—he took a deep breath—he could kill himself now and get it over with. It was the best way to be sure—the only way, really—that he’d never harm any innocents. That he’d never take anyone’s life.

In the end, the decision was simple. He reached for his rifle and the bullets he’d stored under his bed.

He’d really hoped it wouldn’t come to this. That he’d been immune just like Tank had been. Then, once he was sure he was clean, he could have apologized to Molly. Explained what had happened and why he’d pushed her away. Maybe they’d have even had a laugh about the whole thing. And then she would kiss him on the mouth, just like she used to, pressing her full lips against his, happy and wanting. He would lay her down on the bed and make love to her all night, caressing every inch of her body, pleasuring her until the sun rose and they were both sore yet sated. They’d snuggle into each other’s arms and fall deep asleep, no need to worry about monsters anymore.

That would have been perfect. A Disney ending, so to speak. But it wasn’t meant to be. And in the final analysis, he realized, he needed to do what had to be done, and he needed to do it before he ruined someone else’s happily ever after. He put the barrel in his mouth and reached down to the trigger.

“Oh my God, Chase, what the hell are you doing?”

Shit. Deep in thought, he hadn’t heard the door open. Why
hadn’t he locked it? He looked over and saw Molly, her face white and horrified, standing in the doorway. He was busted. Caught red-handed. He knew he should act fast, blow his head off right then and there before she got too close. But he found he couldn’t do it. It would scar her for life, and he loved her too much to do that. Hadn’t they both seen enough death?

Against his better judgment he pulled the gun out of his mouth and lowered it to the floor. She was on him in a second, grabbing the gun and removing the bullets. She threw them across the room then turned to him, her face stormy.

“Chase Griffin, you tell me what the hell is going on here this instant,” she said, sounding like his mother once had.

He hung his head, trying to buy time as he struggled with what to say. Should he come clean, tell her the truth? Guess it didn’t matter anymore. And maybe it was for the best. Maybe this was what he should have done in the first place. At least this way he could admit how much it hurt to push her away. How her pain was a knife, twisting inside his gut every time he looked at her disappointed face. How he loved her more than anything or anyone in the entire sorry world. And how he would love her forever and watch over her, even from the grave.

He looked up at her, his eyes heavy with unshed tears. “I have to tell you something,” he said.

Everything inside of Molly was coiled like a spring, ready to explode as she waited for Chase to explain. She’d only come here to tell him she was leaving; she never in a million years expected to see him totally naked and deep-throating a rifle. Thank God she hadn’t startled him into pulling the trigger.

Why would he do this? Now, when they were finally safe? After he’d kicked the drugs, got them down to Florida and fulfilled his promise to his brother? After all they’d been through, after all they’d survived, now he wanted to take the coward’s way out? Was this why he’d pushed her away? Because he didn’t want her attached when he did himself in?

“I-I…” he stammered. “I…” He cleared his throat.
“First of all, I want to apologize for how I’ve been acting. All cold and mean and heartless. That’s not me, and you don’t deserve to be treated that way. I’m sorry. I…I love you, Molly,” he said, his voice cracking.

Her heart leapt. This was so not what she’d been expecting him to say. “Then what’s going on, Chase?” she asked, desperate to know but thoroughly frightened at the same time. “Why have you pushed me away? And why are you down here with a gun down your throat?”

“Remember two nights ago when I killed the Other?”

She nodded slowly, trying to grasp what he was saying. Then suddenly reality hit. She stared at him, eyes wide beneath her implants. “You got bitten, didn’t you?” she whispered. Suddenly everything slid together in this horrifying puzzle. “You got bitten by one of those Others. And you were afraid you were infected.” It all made sense now: how he wouldn’t touch her, how he kept his distance from the kids. It all made perfect sense. Why hadn’t she figured it out before? She was an idiot. A real idiot.

He rubbed his eyes with his fists. “Yes,” he said at last. “I was bitten. But I didn’t want you to freak out. Or more importantly, to waste any time on quarantine. I’d already slowed you down too much. The last thing I wanted was for you to die because of me. I figured I’d get you guys as close as possible to Disney, and then, if I started seeing signs of infection, then…I’d take care of it.”

She stared down at his rifle, realizing now it was the “taking care of it” part she’d just interrupted. “You’ve seen signs?” she asked, her voice hoarse. Her Chase, her beautiful, wonderful Chase—the first boy she’d ever opened her heart to and allowed herself to love—was going to turn into one of the pus-filled cannibal zombies? It didn’t seem possible.

He stretched out his leg and showed her a small boil. “I found this just a few minutes ago,” he said. “It’s the first sign. I’m sure of it.”

“It could just be a small infection,” she argued. “A coincidence. We’ve all got scrapes and cuts from being out on the
road. We’re dirty and not eating right. Of course that can lead to infections. It doesn’t mean you’re turning into an Other.”

“Maybe, but I can’t take the risk. If I turn into a monster, I could hurt you. I could even kill you. I don’t want to endanger you or the children or anyone else here at the Hive. You don’t want me to do that, either.”

Tears streamed through the vents in her lenses and Molly fell to her knees at his side. He backed away, obviously afraid that even close proximity would spread the disease. But at this moment she wouldn’t have cared if he had a third eye and dripping wounds.

“Chase, what am I going to do without you?” she asked.

He reached over and patted her head awkwardly. It was the first time he’d touched her since he’d been bitten. “You’ll be fine,” he assured her. “You’re safe here. You can start a new life. Maybe meet someone new, even. Start a family. I want you to be happy, Molly. I love you.” His voice broke.

“Chase,” she said. “Listen to me. I’m not staying here. I need to go to Disney and find my father.”

“But I thought the doctors here cured you.”

“They did. I’m better already. But I made a promise to my dad and I’m going to keep it, no matter what. And,” she added, “you’re coming with me.”

Chase looked at her sharply. “What are you talking about? I just told you I might turn into a zombie.”

“Well, we’re close. And I’m willing to bet you still have time left. It usually takes two weeks? It’s been two days. We’ll get there much sooner than your deadline. You’ll be fine,” she said. “Look, Chase, my dad’s been working on a cure since before we even went underground. Surely by now he’s made some progress. Maybe we’ll get down there and he’ll have an antidote.”

“That’s a big maybe, Molly. You don’t even know for sure he’s still alive.”

“I
know
,” she said firmly. “Don’t ask me how, but I’m sure my dad is still alive. I would know if he were dead. I came all this way. I
have
to believe.”

“And the antidote?”

“Well, I don’t know that for sure. But what do you have to lose, right?” She crossed her fingers, praying he’d see that what she was saying made sense.

He hedged. “I don’t know. I don’t like the idea of putting you in danger.”

“You’re not. Well, not for sure. A small boil does not a monster make. And you have time. We’ll be there in two days. And then, if there’s no antidote…” She drew in a breath. “Well, we’ll take care of things.”

He drew in a breath, was silent for a moment, then nodded. “Okay,” he said, his words filling her heart with joy. “This is why I wanted to handle things away from you—because I knew you could talk me into hoping. Well, I promised to get you to Disney World and that’s exactly what I’ll do. But I want you to carry the gun and keep it loaded at all times. The second you see some kind of serious change in me, you have to promise you’ll shoot me. Don’t hesitate. I won’t be me anymore. Just do it.”

“Okay.” She’d agree to anything just to keep him from killing himself right then and there. Still alive, they had some hope. Not much, maybe, but some. And that was all she could ask for.

“I’m serious, Molly,” he said. “You have to be willing and able to shoot me. You can’t think about things. Remember Erin?”

“I know.” She sighed. “I remember, and I will. It’ll break my heart, but I will.”

He rose to his feet and pulled her close, careful not to let his knee touch her. He embraced her hard, crushing her against him, and it brought back memories of all those blissful nights they’d shared. If only they could have that one more time. But, no. A hug was all she was allowed. All that was safe.

“I love you, Molly Anderson,” he whispered in her ear. She felt his hot breath and she squeezed him harder, wanting to take him inside of her and never let go. How was she going to live without this man? It seemed an empty, pointless existence. Her dad had to have an antidote. He just had to.

“I love you, too, Chris Griffin,” she replied. “More than anyone ever.”

He pulled away so he could find her face with his kaleidoscope eyes. “Whatever happens,” he said, “it was all worth it getting to spend this time with you. I’ll never regret any of it.”

She felt tears dripping down her cheeks from her implants again and sank down on the couch. “Just hold me,” she begged. “For to night.”

He looked torn. “It might be dangerous. I don’t want to infect you.”

“I’ll take the risk.”

He sank down next to her, looking ecstatic but also nervous, and took her in his arms. They lay down on the couch together, him spooning her from behind. He kept his leg raised away from her. Tracing the outline of her cheek, he ran his finger up to her ear, caressing gently, slowly, as if memorizing each contour. Molly lay staring at the apartment wall, praying over and over that this was somehow all a mistake. A bad dream. That it would all be okay.