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It’s silent there under the sky.
“I don’t blame them,” the boy says, his bitterness turning to exhaustion. “I’d have done the same thing. If too many of us ran, we’d have been caught. They tried to help us. Showed us how to make it so our guns would fire once, so we could at least shoot back. Still, they knew what they were doing the night they left. Their timing was perfect. So many people died that night, some of them from our own guns, the Society might not know who ended up ash and who didn’t. I noticed, though. I saw them go. ”
“Do you know where they are now?” Indie asks.
“Somewhere in there. ” He points toward the sandstone formations barely visible from here. “Our village was over near those rocks. He called that place the Carving. He must have been desperate. It’s death in there. Anomalies, scorpions, flash floods. Still . . . ” He pauses, looks up at the sky. “They took this kid with them. Eli. Only thirteen, probably, the youngest in our group, couldn’t keep his mouth shut. What good was he to them? Why not take one of us?”
It is Ky. Hope and disappointment both wash over me.
“But if you saw him go, why didn’t you follow?” I ask.
“I saw what happened to someone who did,” the boy says flatly. “He was too late. The air ships gunned him down. Only the three of them made it in. ” He looks back at the Carving again, remembering.
“How far away is the Carving?” I ask.
“A long run from here,” he says. “Twenty-five, thirty miles. ” He raises his eyebrows at me. “So you think you’ll get there on your own? It rained last night. Their footprints will be gone. ”
“I’d like you to help me,” I say. “Show me where exactly he went. ”
He grins, a grin I don’t like but can understand. “And what do I get in return?”
“Something you can use to survive in the canyons,” I say, “stolen from a medical center in the Society. I’ll tell you more when you get us to the Carving safely. ” I glance over at Indie. We haven’t talked about whether or not she’s coming with me; but it seems like we’re a team now.
“Fine,” he says, looking interested. “But I don’t want another leftover meal that tastes like foilware. ” Indie makes a small sound of surprise, but I know why he’s not holding out: he wants to leave with us. He wants to escape, too, but he won’t do it alone. Not when he was in Ky’s camp. Not now. He needs us as much as we need him.
“It won’t be,” I say. “I promise. ”
“We’ll have to run all night. Can you do that?”
“Yes,” I say.
“I can too,” Indie says, and I glance over at her. “I’m coming,” she says, and it’s not a question. She does what she wants. And this is the run of a lifetime.
“Good,” I say.
“I’ll come get you when it’s dark and everyone’s asleep,” the boy says. “Find somewhere to rest. There’s an old store, near the edge of the village. That might be the best place. The decoys who stay there won’t hurt you. ”
“All right,” I say. “But what if there’s a firing?”
“If there’s a firing, I’ll come find you after it’s over. If you’re not dead. Did they give you flashlights?”
“Yes,” I tell him.
“Bring them. The moon will help, but it’s not full any more. ”
The moon comes up white over the black ridge, and I realize that the ridge was there all along, a thing I had forgotten, although I could have noticed it by the lack of stars in the space of its shape. The stars here are like the ones in Tana, many and sharp in the clean night air. “I’ll be back soon,” Indie says, and before I can stop her she slips away.
“Be careful,” I whisper, too late. She’s gone.
“When do they usually come?” one of the girls asks. We all stand gathered at the windows, which have no glass anymore. The wind blows through, its current a river of cold air from window to window.
“You never know,” a boy says. His face is full of resignation. “You never know. ” He sighs. “When they do come, the best place is the cellars. This village has them. Some don’t. ”
“Some people take their chances up here, though,” another boy says. “I don’t like the cellars. I don’t think right when I’m down there. ”
They speak as though they’ve been here forever, but when I shine the flashlight down I see that they each only have five or six notches on their boots.
“I’m going to stand outside,” I say after a while. “There’s no rule against that, is there?”
“Stay in the shadows and don’t shine the light,” the boy who doesn’t like the cellar tells me. “Don’t draw attention. What if they’re flying above, waiting?”
“All right,” I say.
Indie slips in through the door just as I am leaving and I breathe a sigh of relief. She didn’t run away again. “It’s beautiful here,” she says, almost conversationally, as she falls into step next to me.
She’s right. If you can look past everything that’s happening, the land is beautiful. The moon washes white light along the cement sidewalks and I see the boy. He’s careful; he stays in the shadows, but I know he’s there. His whisper next to my ear doesn’t surprise me, and Indie doesn’t jump either.
“When do we go?” I ask him.
“Now,” he says. “Or you won’t make it before dawn. ”
We follow him to the end of the town; I see other people slipping through the shadows, too, doing different things with the little time they have left. No one seems to notice us.
“Doesn’t anyone try to escape?” I ask.
“Not often,” he says.
