He’d washed the blood from his clothes as well as he could but the stains remained. He’d be cold and wet when he got dressed again, but he did not care. All he cared about was close by: the woman and the child who were watching him. Lucy was concerned, Olivia scared.
Jayne sat with her back against a smooth boulder, gently massaging her knees and hips, hardly seeming to notice her own tears.
Vic rubbed his hands together just beneath the surface of the cold water, and felt that they could have belonged to someone else.
A hundred miles, Gary had said as they were going down. On any normal day, it would take three or four hours in a car. But today it was a much greater distance. The irony did not escape Vic: the infection he had released had spread so quickly because modern communications had made the world so small, and as a result the world had become so much larger again.
He waded from the lake, feet slipping on slick stones beneath the surface, and for a moment he was a boy in Colorado again, swimming with his friends and building campfires to cook hot dogs and burgers.
Olivia, scared though she was, giggled at the sight of her naked, shivering father.
‘We need to check the cars,’ Marc said from up on the road.
‘But those things,’ Jayne said.
‘If there were more they’d have come. They’re driven. I see no intelligence in the fuckers.’
‘I’ll come with you,’ Sean said.
‘No. Stay here.’ Marc looked down the slope at Vic. ‘You okay now? You ready to use your gun if you need to?’
‘I’m fine,’ Vic said. I was covered with his lover’s brains. Not all of his shivering was due to the cold.
‘I’ll shout when it’s clear.’ Marc started along the road towards the three vehicles, the pistol grasped in his hand.
Vic struggled to pull on his sodden clothes.
‘You’re shaking, Daddy,’ Olivia said. She was so sweet, innocent, beautiful, that he wanted to pick her up and run with her until they reached somewhere safer than anywhere else.
‘You think Marc’s okay?’ Sean asked. He’d come down the slope to stand between Jayne and Vic’s family. The rifle looked heavy in his hand but he seemed hardly aware of it.
‘I don’t know,’ Vic said truthfully.
‘Well . . .’ Sean said. ‘Jayne’s the important one here. She’s our reason for keeping going.’
‘He just saw his partner decapitated,’ Jayne said, struggling to her feet. Sean went to help her.
‘What’s that mean?’ Olivia asked. ‘And where’s that tall man Gary?’
Not so tall now, Vic thought, shocking himself by uttering a sharp laugh. He tried to turn it into a cough, but the others knew. Sean smiled. But it was a sad expression that conveyed understanding. Are we all going fucking mad? Vic thought. Then they heard a motor.
The station wagon swung in a half-circle around the other two cars and came their way. The offside wing was smashed and the bonnet crumpled, but the engine sounded fine to Vic. When Marc parked and slipped into neutral he gunned it.
As the engine’s roar echoed into the hills, he leaned from the driver’s seat. ‘Got a GPS. Couple of guns. Come on. Fuck, I can’t wait to see that mad old fucking Welshman again.’
They gathered their things and climbed into the vehicle. Sean flicked on the radio as Marc drove, scanning across the frequencies. Some stations were playing music on a loop. Here and there they found someone still broadcasting, ranting, crying, occasionally issuing instructions from a government that otherwise seemed conspicuously absent.
Elsewhere, all they heard was the sound of white noise.
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