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THE LONGEST NIGHT

 

K.M. GIBSON

 

Copyright © 2013 K.M. Gibson. 2
Nd
edition.

All rights reserved.

ISBN: 1530955157

ISBN-13: 978-1530955152

 

 

 

If ever you have lost touch or left things unsaid.

foreword

 

I wrote this story in 2008 in the span of a month and a half. Since then, it has undergone nine years of evolution. It spent a lot of that time collecting dust, however. I thought it would do that for the rest of my life, but every time I came back to it, I still felt as passionate about it as the first time I wrote it. Whenever the snow falls and the winter solstice draws nearer, I think about Catherine and where she might be. I will always remember.

 

 

1: THE BEGINNING AND THE END

 

Although the sun was just peeking over the trees, Catherine knew the day would be gone quickly, as if it were never there at all. She had gotten used to it. She couldn’t recall the names of some of her friends, the smell of her mother’s cooking, warmth, security, freedom. None of it really existed to begin with.

She shouldered her shotgun and pack, looking behind her to ensure nothing was left behind. Everything was precious – misplacing flint could mean death. All she owned smelled of must and mould. More assuring than anything, the smell of survival.

She watched the sunlight inch across the ground, racing her. That was all her life was anymore: a race to nightfall. She didn’t know where she was racing to. She had nowhere to go.

She started walking.

Silence, trees, snow, dead leaves and grass. A sea of destitution. Sometimes she would stand on the banks of the river, wondering if she should follow it back. She imagined walking into Fort McMurray like walking up to the gates of the Underworld.
But nothing would ever come of that. How many times had she survived when she ought not have?

Pockets of survivors bunched together in and around the city like clumps of blood futilely trying to repair a very large wound. She gave them a wide berth. After escaping years prior, she had been alone and had remained as such ever since. In those first days s
he had wandered aimlessly, contemplating suicide but never following through. Then she chanced upon the cabin waiting for her on the frozen lakeside. No one else ever came for it.
After she settled there, her days were spent scavenging, finding what she could find and bringing it back to McClelland Lake. She forgot about dying and began coasting instead.

A
soft
crunch
.

She dropped into a crouch and slid the shotgun off her shoulder, grasping it awkwardly. She scanned the legions of dead bushes and gnarled tree trunks before she caught sight of the animal.

A deer was on the other side of the bush nearest her, nipping at the sparse blades of grass that breached the snow. How impossible. When was the last time she saw a deer? Its teeth were whiter that the snow itself, or so Catherine imagined, and its onyx eyes were shrouded by delicate lids. It was whole, still glorious and untouched in the wreckage of life’s remains. How different they were. They were, however, both survivors, and they were both looking for food.

She lifted her shotgun carefully. It went about grazing, oblivious to Catherine’s intentions not ten yards away. All there was left to do was fire, but her hand stilled on the pump and her finger hovered over the trigger. They were different, they were one in the same.

It lifted its head, turning towards her. She gasped before pumping the action and pulling the trigger. A thundering
crack
pressed hard on her ears and boomed amongst the trees. The doe jolted, rearing back and collapsing.

The recoil had rammed the gun hard into her shoulder. It stung from the sudden punch. She rubbed her shoulder and caught a glimpse of red blossoming in the snow on the other side of the shrub. She shouldered the shotgun and stood.

It twitched upon spotting her. Blood gushed from its wound with each dying pulse. She knelt beside it, watching it bleed to death with a sort of admiration. One perfect black eye remained locked on her. She could see the whites of its eyes, and she could feel the desperation there. The intensity of its gaze never dissipated. Something dark lifted its head from some time far gone.

No good guys, no bad guys
.

She shuddered, closing her eyes, wishing the memory away. When she glanced at the doe again, its eye had rolled halfway upwards, lame and lifeless. She sighed like one would at the end of a very long war.

It would be uncomfortable, but caring it back to the cabin was doable. Her travelling time was limited by the minimal hours of daylight left, so she would have rest in but a few hours. She laid out the rope and gathered the doe’s hooves together
. She tied them tightly then hoisted the game onto her free shoulder. It was heavy but not impossible.

Food this far north was scant. More than once starvation had become a very real possibility, but then there would come wild mushrooms, a berry bush, an old can of soup. Never something like this. A whole deer. If she played it right, she might be able to ration it for the rest of winter.

As she hobbled onward, the excitement of such a feast dulled to grey. In its place were the echoes of memories long dead.
Having
. A reminder of what things used to be like and would never be again. As her past began to resurface, she strode on, hoping she could put it behind her but could think on nothing else.

Back then, everything had hit so fast that she had little idea of what was going on. Nobody did.

*

Her final semester at college was over, but the occasion wasn’t as glorious as she may have once imagined it. If a visitor were to walk among the halls of campus without knowing the time of year, he wouldn’t be able to tell you that it was end of term, or that Christmas was around the corner. Then again, such a visitor wouldn’t be surprised to see the sad, disillusioned faces of students walking to their next class with heavy hearts, for it was the look that everyone in the country held.

Since exams had ended on Wednesday, she had the rest of the week at her leisure. It was eight in the morning on the Friday, and Catherine was preparing for a weekend trip to see Gran, who had fallen ill to the virus that was starting to spread like wildfire. Leanne wasn’t her actual grandmother, but had lived in the apartment next to her mother when Catherine was born in Fort McMurray. Leanne had been an important part of their small family, helping the young mother take care of her newborn, babysitting once she went back to work, and so on. Her mother tried to get time off in order to take care of Leanne as well but the hospital had suspended all leave time, so she was strapped down with little escape.

Somehow things remained calm on the surface, but a small sense of panic was always resting just underneath. Everyone seemed to want to abandon their homes, their lives. They could only run so far. Reports stated the virus had spread as far south as Mexico.

She placed her overnight bag in the trunk of her car then closed the lid weakly. She reopened it and tried to close it properly but the lock didn’t catch. She did this several times, eventually resorting to throwing her weight onto the lid, but to no avail.

“Catherine.”

She jumped with a yelp, abandoning the trunk door and turning to her mother. She stood in her pale housecoat and slippers, looking at Catherine with a slight grin on her solemn face. Catherine sighed with frustration. “Where’s your face mask?”

“Don’t worry about that, honey, it’s just inside. Had something to eat?”

“I grabbed a breakfast bar.”

“Had some coffee?”

“No. I

m fine.”

“Brushed your teeth?”

“Mom.”

“Okay, okay. Here, this is for you,” she said, handing Catherine a small envelope as she came close. “I want you to read it when you get to your gran’s. But
no peeking
.”

Catherine grinned slightly under her mask. Her mother almost always told her “no peeking” no matter the occasion. And her reply was always:

“You forgot to mention, ’Your mission, should you choose to accept it…’.”

“Nah, I wouldn’t give you the option.”

Catherine giggled.

“Ah! So you do still laugh! I was starting to wonder if you were permanently broken.”

There was a moment of silence between them where they both looked at anything besides each other. Catherine and her mother looked very similar; a passerby on the street might have deemed them sisters from a distance. But she and her mother had almost polar opposite personalities and nearly nothing in common. Her mother was mostly outspoken while Catherine was as quiet as a mouse. It was mostly due to her mother’s absence during the majority of her childhood, but as she hit adolescence she became even more reclusive. At that moment, like so many before, Catherine wanted nothing more than to hide and be alone. When she was told that her mother had to stay at work and could not accompany her to Fort McMurray, she was secretly glad for it. She turned her attention back on the trunk and attempted to close it again.

“Catherine, I’m proud of you.” Her voice was nearly drowned out by the engine’s hum. “Don’t you know that?”

The trunk finally closed.

Pride has nothing to do with it
, Catherine thought. Over the last three months there had been positive reviews and praise for her. The book was far more successful to start than she thought it would ever be. All of that would have elated any author, especially a novice, but none of those things were what she was looking for.

He didn’t even know my name.

“I know,” Catherine replied quietly. “You should go inside and put on your mask.”

“My goodness, you’re pushy!”

“Mom…take this more seriously.”

“That’s enough, now. I do take this seriously. You know just as well as I do that standing out here for two minutes isn’t going to kill me.”

Catherine averted her eyes.

Her mother turned back to the house and waved a hand behind her. “Call me when you get there, all right?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“And send me a postcard or something.”

Catherine smiled. “I’ll see you Sunday, Mom.”

“Take care of yourself.”

She got into her car and exhaled long and hard. She had been purposefully avoiding her mother for the past few moths. It wasn’t only her mother she was avoiding – it was everyone. Over the last four years, Catherine had slowly withdrawn into an impenetrable shell and lost touch with the few friends she had. She was even fired over it. After all of the damage she had done, she did not want to let
him
go. Even now, when she knew she would never see him again, she longed to cling to his memory. It was draining, but at the same time, nothing brought her more comfort and warmth. Hope dangled in front of her, a lure she’d never catch, yet still she reached.

She slipped the letter into her coat pocket, gripped the gear shift, pulled into reverse, and backed out of the driveway.

When she pulled onto the street, she looked to the house to see if she could wave goodbye. Her mother was standing at the bay window in their living room, but when Catherine looked in her direction, she turned away and let the drapes drop in her wake.

Catherine sat staring at the window for a moment before she drove away.

 

Highway 63 was crowded. She resorted to flipping through radio stations for answers. The local CAB broadcast reported a collision on the highway. She was only about halfway to Fort McMurray, and at the rate she was travelling now, she wouldn’t arrive at Gran’s until the next day.

“Tension is running high in the Wood Buffalo region after a string of fatalities late last night due to SAVS-1 that
’s
sweeping the country. RCMP are taking measures for a possible riot. They have sent out an advisory for individuals to stay indoors and ensure their property is secure. A tight checkpoint has been established on regional lines to help contain further incident. More on that report tonight at six.”

“I can’t wait for six,” she grumbled. She flipped through more stations. Some cars began pulling U-turns. Catherine’s fingers itched at the wheel.

After another half an hour, she had moved a total of twenty feet.

“Fucking…” Just saying the word made her cringe, as if everyone had heard her and was appalled. It took a lot for her to swear. The stress was starting to swell. And it wasn’t just the car jam. It was her strained relationships with her friends and her mother, the virus sweeping the western hemisphere. All her successes, her failures…

She started digging at that ever-deepening hole that she’d been throwing herself in ever since she first saw him. Even as she wrote her book, she had no idea whether or not she was mentally ill or hopelessly charmed. She had never even spoken to him, or even about him, hardly. Not only did the idea of confessing her infatuation seem unbearable, but she felt she’d be opening up the world’s Best Kept Secrets vault. That was only for her. Always just her.

“…death count related to SAVS-1 has amounted to three hundred in the Wood Buffalo region. RCMP are stationed on highway 63 to regulate traffic entering and exiting the city. Only residents and urgent cases are being allowed access into the immediate area. Effectively, Fort McMurray has been placed under quarantine. If a city as small and as north as Fort McMurray has been claimed by the virus, what can we expect everywhere else?”

Her eyes darted all over the horizon, looking between the trees and the car in front of her, not seeing any of it.

Two cars were pulled onto the shoulder of the road, one with a crunched fender, the other with its four-ways flashing. More people turned their cars around. Some pulled into the ditch. Catherine drifted by, her hand locked over her face mask, her mind racing far over her head.

Ahead she could see an officer on the road making his way down the line of traffic. He would lean on the top of each car with one arm and hold his lower back with the other. The line continued to progress slowly as he spoke to every single driver. Some conversations were short, some were lengthy. She began rehearsing a dialogue in her head. Few words, to the point, to get talking over and done with. Practice again. Repeat, repeat, repeat. One vehicle turned abruptly and sped off, the driver shouting incoherent obscenities as he rolled up his window. It was then that she realized the only traffic going southbound were those making U-turns.

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