“Sure, I mean we let everyone know—”
“No,” she said firmly. “We have to find out about it. Lilah was right. We don’t have a home anymore. We’ve been—I don’t know how to say it. Cut loose? We’re no longer connected to anything, and certainly not to Mountainside.”
“There’s Morgie and Chong.”
She shrugged. “If you want, we can go back for them, Benny. But then I want to follow that plane.”
“Where? All we know is that it went east.”
“It came from the east and turned around and went back. Why? Was it exploring to see what was out here? Or was it sending a message.”
“What message?”
“’Follow me’?” she suggested. “I don’t believe in much anymore, Benny … but I believe that was a sign.”
“And if it’s not?”
“Then I’ll find that out. One way or another, Benny, my life is over in Mountainside.”
He thought about it and looked up at the cloud-covered eastern sky. “Yeah,” he said after some long thought. “Maybe.”
“That’s what I’m going to do, Benny. If I’m alive tomorrow, then I’m going east.”
“We don’t know that there’s anything out there but three hundred million zoms.”
“Sure. Three hundred million zoms and enough people to repair, fuel, and fly an airplane. A jet. That says something. That says a lot.”
The storm clouds pulsed with lightning.
“If you’re going east,” he said, “then so am I.”
They sealed the deal with a kiss.
Two hours later the storm roiled and boiled above them, and Benny knew that this one was going to be every bit as bad as the one that had pounded the town two nights ago.
God, he thought, was it only two nights ago?
In less than two hours the clouds went from white to slate gray to bruised purple to midnight black, and fierce winds from the lowlands snatched up leaves and branches and desert dust and used them like artillery. The rain had not yet started to fall, but the humidity made Benny and Nix feel like they were underwater as they climbed down from the promontory and began sneaking toward the camp. Lilah was nowhere to be seen, nor had they had a sign of her in hours. Had she succeeded or had Benny sent her to her death with his harebrained plan?
The wind howled through the trees, like a host of banshees. Benny had never heard anything like it, and despite everything, there was some weird little part of him that liked it. It wasn’t “cool”—He’d cut off his leg before he used that word again. No, it was, in its own raw and primal way, magnificent. Nature screaming in anger, and Benny could not help but believe that it was screaming in anger against all that had been done by the men in this camp. Maybe some of those whistling shrieks were in support of what three kids—a red-haired beauty of a sun-freckled girl, a wild hazel-eyed man-killer, and a moody and battered boy who had no right trying to be a hero—were trying to do.
As they crawled through the foliage, Benny kept grinning. Nix looked at him and shook her head. That’s okay, he thought, she already thinks I’m crazy.
Charlie Matthias whipped open the flap of his tent, and the wind nearly knocked him over. He tilted into the gale and grabbed a sapling for support. All around him debris was flying. A cooking pot sailed past him, and he was pelted by acorns and pinecones. Using one massive hand to shield his eyes, he roared orders to his men to secure their gear.
He pointed at the pigpen, where the kids huddled in terror. “Joey! Get over there and see to the merchandise!”