Page 44 of Hunger (Gone 2)


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“Yeah. I’m mean.” Lana settled her headphones back in place and started off, feeling angry at the kids and angrier at herself for yelling at them. But kids came after her wherever she was. They interrupted her while she was eating. They harassed her when she was sitting on her balcony reading a book. They banged on her door while she was pooping.

It was almost never something that needed a miracle. And increasingly that’s what Lana was starting to think about her powers, that they were something miraculous. No one had any better explanation.

And miracles shouldn’t be wasted.

Anyway, she had a right to have a life of her own. She wasn’t everyone’s servant. She belonged to herself.

Come to me.

Lana bit her lip. She was ignoring it, the voice, the hallucination, whatever it was.

Just going to ignore it.

She cranked up the volume on the music.

She veered away from the beach as she approached town. Maybe if she went along the back streets more. Maybe she could vary her route more and make it harder for people to track her down.

So long as she ended the same way: back up the hill to Clifftop. Up to the FAYZ wall. Not to touch it, but to get very close to it as she panted and sweated and nursed the inevitable stitch in her side.

She felt she needed to see that barrier up close every day. It was a devotion, somehow. A touchstone. A reminder that she was here, and this was now. Whatever she had been before, she wasn’t that person anymore. She was trapped in this place and in this life. Not her choice: the wall’s choice.

Come to me. I have need of you.

“It’s not real,” Lana shouted.

But it was real. She knew it was real. She knew the voice. Where it came from.

She knew she could not shut the voice out of her mind. The only way to silence the voice was to silence it forever. She could be its victim, or she could make it her victim.

Madness. Suicidal madness. She skipped a slow song and went to something manic. Something loud enough to banish crazy thoughts.

She walked harder, faster, almost running, pumping her arms and forcing Patrick into a long lope to keep up. But she wasn’t fast enough to outrun a truck that zoomed crazily up to her honking its horn.

Again she tore off her headphones and yelled, “What?”

But this was no loose tooth or skinned knee.

Albert and Howard piled out. Howard helped pull Orc from the back. The boy…the creature…staggered as if drunk. He probably was, Lana thought. Then again, maybe he had a pretty good excuse.

There was a hole in one of the last human parts of him, his cheek. Dried blood crusted his cheek and neck. Fresher, redder blood still oozed down his cheek and neck.

“What happened?” Lana asked.

“Zekes got him,” Howard answered. He was torn between a kind of low-level panic and relief that he had finally reached the Healer. He held Orc’s elbow as if Orc needed Howard’s frail strength to support him.

“Has he got a worm in him?” Lana asked, cautious.

“No, we got the worm,” Albert reassured her. “We were just hoping you could help him.”

“I don’t want no more rock on me,” Orc said.

Lana understood. Orc had been a garden variety thug, unaware of any special power, until the coyotes had gotten to him in the desert. They had chewed him up badly. Very badly. Worse than anything that had happened to Lana, even. Everywhere they had chewed him had filled in with the gravel covering that made Orc nearly indestructible.

He didn’t want to lose the last of his human body, the patch of pink skin that included his mouth and part of his neck.

Lana nodded.

“You need to stop weaving back and forth, Orc. I don’t want you falling on me,” she said. “Sit down on the ground.”

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