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“Don’t!” gasped Benny.
“Why?” she said softly. The flaring match revealed a crooked smile. “Are you afraid it’ll attract zoms?”
Her voice was way too calm. Benny had heard people talk like that right before they went off the deep end. And yet, what could he say? He turned to Lilah for help, but the Lost Girl truly looked lost. She stared at the pistol and knife she still held and then numbly put them into their holsters.
“It doesn’t make sense,” Lilah said, repeating the phrase in a lost whisper.
Benny shook his head. “No, it doesn’t. If this was something normal, Tom would have told us about it. Besides, Brother David’s lived here for over a year, and he said there were never more than a few wandering zoms in the area. This is … this is insane.”
“Insane,” echoed Lilah.
Benny did not like what he was seeing in her face any more than he liked what he heard in Nix’s voice. Not one little bit. It made him wonder how crazy he looked and sounded.
Crazy or not, they had to do something. Benny loo
ked at the three carpet coats that hung from pegs by the door. He grabbed the coats belonging to Sister Shanti and Sister Sarah and tossed them to the girls. “Put these on!”
Nix immediately slipped into hers, but Lilah let hers drop to the floor. Benny picked it up and pressed it to her.
“Put it on!” he yelled.
Lilah took it but did nothing with it. Finally Nix took it and put it on Lilah the way a mother dresses a child.
“We have to get out of here,” Benny said as he belted on Brother David’s coat. He lifted the blankets and peered outside. The closest of the zoms was still about fifty feet away. “We can still run.”
That made Lilah’s face twitch. “Run where?”
Nix said, “She’s right, Benny. They’re coming from every direction. We’re safer here.”
“This isn’t safety.” Benny waved his hands around at the way station. “This is a freaking lunch pail. They’re going to close in around us, open this place up, and—”
“Stop!” hissed Lilah, pressing her hands to her ears.
“If we run, at least we have some chance.” Benny fished in his pocket and pulled out the bottles of cadaverine. “We have these.”
Nix chewed her lip, caught in the terrible trap of indecision.
Then abruptly Lilah’s hand darted out fast as a snake and snatched a bottle out of Benny’s hand. She opened it and began dribbling the thick liquid onto her sleeves. When Benny and Nix simply stood there staring at her, Lilah growled, “Now!”
It was a freakish moment, as if there had been no disconnect in Lilah, as if she had been strong and in charge all the time. Benny and Nix shared a covert, worried look.
Don’t say anything, warned Benny’s inner voice. She’s ready to break. Push now and she’ll shatter.
Benny tossed his second bottle to Nix and dug the extras out of his pocket.
“Will it be enough?” Nix asked as she smeared the noxious chemical on her coat.
Benny didn’t answer. They each used a full bottle. The inside of the way station reeked as if it was stuffed to the rafters with rotting flesh.
“Weapons and water only,” said Benny.
“Good,” agreed Lilah.
Nix nodded, but she grabbed her journal off the table and stuffed it into a big pocket inside her vest. Then she belted the carpet coat tightly around her. The coat protected her body and arms and had a high, stiff collar to shield the throat, but it was not a suit of armor. Even the fence guards back home said that enough zoms could eventually chew through one.
Benny slung his canteen over his neck and pulled his bokken from its sheath.
At the door, Lilah paused, took a deep breath, and without turning said, “We go slow. Don’t fight unless you have to. Run only if you have to.”
