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“What the—”
“Pookie just died,” Dahra panted. “Flu. Maybe. But, oh, God. Just don’t come any closer. In fact, don’t get off the boats.”
“I already had the flu,” Cigar said.
“So did Pookie,” Dahra said. “Listen to me: it’s catching and it’s way bad.”
Quinn motioned for his people to stay in their boats. “What are we supposed to do, Dahra? We can’t just float around forever.”
Dahra sighed. “Let me think.”
“I have to go check on my—,” one of the fishermen said.
“Shut up, I’m thinking!” Dahra yelled. She had acquired a fair amount of medical knowledge since stupidly volunteering to run the so-called hospital. But that didn’t make her a doctor.
She remembered reading about flu, though. Nothing spread faster. Nothing mutated and adapted faster. Hand washing removed it, alcohol killed it, sunlight killed it a little, anyway. But once it was in your nose and lungs it could go crazy and kill you. Especially some new strain.
“Stay in your boats,” Dahra said. “We’re still going to need food. Throw your fish onto the dock. I’ll get Albert to send someone here to collect it. Then go back out, row up the coast a little ways, and camp out.”
“Camp out?” Quinn echoed.
“Yes!”
“You’re serious.”
“No, it’s my idea of a joke, Quinn,” Dahra snapped. “Pookie just coughed up a lung and fell over dead. You understand what I’m saying? I mean he coughed his actual lungs out of his mouth. Hah hah hah, it’s so funny.”
Quinn took a step back.
Dahra waited for him to make up his mind. She had no right to give orders. Except that she knew what was happening and no one else did.
“Okay,” Quinn said. “There’s a spot just up the shore. Tell Albert to send someone right away for the fish. We have a nice big catch here. We got a shark.”
“Yeah, whatever.” Dahra’s thoughts were already turning to her next move. The virus was the enemy: she was the general in this battle. But only two thoughts were reall
y clear in her mind: One, Jennifer B had been telling the truth. And two, how could Dahra hope to avoid catching it?
Chapter Fifteen
37 HOURS, 15 MINUTES
“NEAR,” PACK LEADER said.
“Where?” Sam asked wearily. It had been a long night, followed by a long morning of tired feet and bruised shins.
They were over the hills, coming down the long slope toward the road and Lake Evian. It would have been easier to come up the road, this was definitely the long way around, but Sam had needed to see Hunter first.
To kill Hunter.
And now, if he could, he meant to find the nest of greenies and take them out.
Once more he saw the dark, troubled looks of the judges he feared would someday weigh his every action. He heard their questions. What right did you have to take Hunter’s life, Mr. Temple? Yes, we understand that he did not wish to be eaten alive, but still, Mr. Temple, don’t you understand that every life is sacred?
The road was below them, cut off from view by a large, rocky outcropping. He’d been down that road a few times, back during the early water runs. Enough times to picture the spot in his head.
“The rock is all busted up down there, boulders and crevices,” Sam said. “It’s like a shallow cave, only it doesn’t go in very far, I don’t think.”
“The snakes that fly are there,” Pack Leader confirmed. “Now kill me, Bright Hands.”
