We heard it again. “Hey, guys! Over here!” Ayaan’s face set in grim planes. In this haunted city another voice could only mean Gary-but he was long dead, now, buried under an avalanche of DVD boxes, we had been there, we had done it. It didn’t sound like Gary anyway. Could there be another like him? If so we were in desperate trouble.
“Living people, man! Survivors! Come on!” The voice was coming from the direction of Broadway. We rushed to the subway entrance and found it barred with iron gates. Standing just inside were three men who were very much alive and breathing. They were covered in sweat as if they’d just run a long distance and they were waving wildly at us.
“Who-” I began but of course who they were was obvious. Survivors-New Yorkers, still alive after all this time. Had they been living in the subway since the Epidemic broke out? It seemed impossible yet here they were. They looked malnourished and scruffy but they weren’t dead, they weren’t dead at all.
“You must be here to rescue us, man,” one of them shouted, sounding convinced this was not the case but desperately wanting it to be so. “It’s been so long but we knew you would come!”
Ayaan shook her head at me but I ignored her. The drugs could be damned-these were living people! I peered in through the bars. The men were armed with pistols and shotguns and hunting rifles-civilian weapons. Each of them wore a nametag stuck to his shirt: HELLO MY NAME IS Ray; HELLO MY NAME IS Angel; HELLO MY NAME IS Shailesh. Ray held out one sweaty, desperate palm, pushing his arm through the bars up to his shoulder. He pushed the hand toward me, not to grab me, not to tear me to pieces but to greet me. I shook his hand heartily.
Shailesh asked the first question. “What are those suits for? We’re not infected. We’re clean!”
“They keep the dead from smelling us,” I explained hurriedly. “I’m Dekalb and this is Ayaan-we’ve been here for a couple of days now but you’re the first survivors we’ve seen. How many of you are there?”
Ray answered: “Near on two hundred. Everybody who was here when the Guard’s last barricade broke. Listen, you didn’t see any survivors at all? We’ve got two guys out there looking for supplies. Paul and Kev-are you sure you didn’t see them? They’ve been gone way too long.”
I looked to Ayaan as if she might have seen something I didn’t but of course we all knew what must have happened to the foragers. “We have a ship on the Hudson,” I told them. “We’ll need to find a way to get you all safely to the river but after that you’ll be safe. Who’s in charge? We’ll need to start organizing how we do this.” I planned on running this like a classic UN refugee operation-the first step was to look for the existing social order. Not only would the local boss know how to keep order among his or her people, they’d be offended if you didn’t recognize their authority no matter how temporary it might be. I never thought I would be applying this kind of group psychology to Americans (who would be unused to direct civil authority) but the principles had to be the same.
“That’d beel Presidente,” Angel said with a sneer. He clearly had some kind of contempt for the local authority. It softened though when he realized that escape might be close at hand. “Sure, man, I’ll talk to him, I’ll get this moving. You want to come in, maybe have a bite? We haven’t got so much but it’s yours.”
I shook my head but the gesture would be hard to interpret through the faceshield so I raised my hands in negation. “Don’t open the gate. No need to endanger yourselves. We’re going to head back to the ship now but we’ll be back in a couple of hours. Alright?”
The three men looked at me with such open and honest trust on their faces that I had to turn away or choke up. Ayaan cleared her throat as we moved away from the subway, trying to get my attention. I knew what she was going to say but I didn’t want to hear it.