among souls。 Maybe your Uncle Jeb —
She rejected that thought harshly。No one could survive out in the open like this。 Your kind would
have searched any habitation thoroughly。 Whoever lived here ran or became one of you。 Uncle
Jeb would have a better hiding place。
And if whoever lived here became one of us；I assured her；then they left this place。 Only a human
would live this way。… I trailed off； suddenly afraid； too。
What？She reacted strongly to my fright； freezing us in place。 She scanned my thoughts； looking for
something I’d seen to upset me。
But I’d seen nothing new。Melanie； what if there are humans out here—not Uncle Jeb and Jared
and Jamie？ What if someone elsefound us？
She absorbed the idea slowly； thinking it through。You’re right。 They’d kill us immediately。 Of course。
I tried to swallow； to wash the taste of terror from my dry mouth。
There won’t be anyone else。 How could there be？she reasoned。Your kind are far too thorough。
Only someone already in hiding would have had a chance。 So let’s go check it out—you’re sure
there are none of you； and I’m sure there are none of me。 Maybe we can find something helpful；
something we can use as a weapon。
I shuddered at her thoughts of sharp knives and long metal tools that could be turned into clubs。No
weapons。
Ugh。 How did such spineless creaturesbeatus？
Stealth and superior numbers。 Any one of you； even your young； is a hundred times as dangerous
as one of us。 But you’re like one termite in an anthill。 There are millions of us； all working
together in perfect harmony toward our goal。
Again； as I described the unity； I felt the dragging sense of panic and disorientation。 Who was I？
We kept to the creosote as we approached the little structure。 It looked to be a house； just a small
shack beside the road； with no hint at all of any other purpose。 The reason for its location here was a
mystery—this spot had nothing to offer but emptiness and heat。
There was no sign of recent habitation。 The door frame gaped； doorless； and only a few shards of glass
I was able to contain my anxiety as I walked hesitantly to the vacant door frame； we must be just as
alone here as we had been all day and all yesterday。
The shade the dark entry promised drew me forward； trumping my fears with its appeal。 I still listened
intently； but my feet moved ahead with swift； sure steps。 I darted through the doorway； moving quickly to
one side so as to have a wall at my back。 This was instinctual； a product of Melanie’s scavenging days。 I
stood frozen there； unnerved by my blindness； waiting for my eyes to adjust。
The little shack was empty； as we’d known it would be。 There were no more signs of occupation inside
than out。 A broken table slanted down from its two good legs in the middle of the room； with one rusted
metal chair beside it。 Patches of concrete showed through big holes in the worn； grimy carpet。 A
kitchenette lined the wall with a rusted sink； a row of cabinets—some doorless—and a waist…high
refrigerator that hung open； revealing its moldy black insides。 A couch frame sat against the far wall； all
the cushions gone。 Still mounted above the couch； only a little crooked； was a framed print of dogs
playing poker。
Homey；Melanie thought； relieved enough to be sarcastic。It’s got more decor than your apartment。
I was already moving for the sink。
Dream on；Melanie added helpfully。
Of course it would be wasteful to have water running to this secluded place； the souls managed details
like that better than to leave such an anomaly behind。 I still had to twist the ancient knobs。 One broke off
in my hand； rusted through。
I turned to the cupboards next； kneeling on the nasty carpet to peek carefully inside。 I leaned away as I
opened the door； afraid I might be disturbing one of the venomous desert animals in its lair。
The first was empty； backless； so that I could see the wooden slats of the outside wall。 The next had no
door； but there was a stack of antique newspapers inside； covered with dust。 I pulled one out； curious；
shaking the dirt to the dirtier floor； and read the date。
From human times；I noted。 Not that I needed a date to tell me that。
“Man Burns Three…Year…Old Daughter to Death；” the headline screamed at me； acpanied by a
picture of an angelic blond child。 This wasn’t the front page。 The horror detailed here was not so hideous
as to rate priority coverage。 Beneath this was the face of a man wanted for the murders of his wife and
two children two years before the print date； the story was about a possible sighting of the man in
Mexico。 Two people killed and three injured in a drunk…driving accident。 A fraud and murder
investigation into the alleged suicide of a prominent local banker。 A suppressed confession setting an
admitted child molester free。 House pets found slaughtered in a trash bin。
I cringed； shoving the paper away from me； back into the dark cupboard。
Those were the exceptions； not the norm；Melanie thought quietly； trying to keep the fresh horror of
my reaction from seeping into her memories of those years and recoloring them。
Her answer was acidic。If you wanted to cleanse the planet； you could have blown it up。
Despite what your science fiction writers dream； we simply don’t have the technology。
She didn’t think my joke was funny。
Besides；I added；that would have been such a waste。 It’s a lovely planet。 This unspeakable desert
excepted； of course。
That’s how we realized you were here； you know；she said； thinking of the sickening news headlines
again。When the evening news was nothing but inspiring human…interest stories； when pedophiles
and junkies were lining up at the hospitals to turn themselves in； when everything morphed into
Mayberry； that’s when you tipped your hand。
“What an awful alteration！” I said dryly； turning to the next cupboard。
I pulled the stiff door back and found the mother lode。
“Crackers！” I shouted； seizing the discolored； half…smashed box of Saltines。 There was another box
behind it； one that looked like someone had stepped on it。 “Twinkies！” I crowed。
Look！Melanie urged； pointing a mental finger at three dusty bottles of bleach at the very back of the
cupboard。
What do you want bleach for？I asked； already ripping into the cracker box。To throw in someone’s
eyes？ Or to brain them with the bottle？
To my delight； the crackers； though reduced to crumbs； were still inside their plastic sleeves。 I tore one
open and started shaking the crumbs into my mouth； swallowing them half chewed。 I couldn’t get them
into my stomach fast enough。
Open a bottle and smell it；she instructed； ignoring my mentary。That’s how my dad used to store
water in the garage。 The bleach residue kept the water from growing anything。
In a minute。I finished one sleeve of crumbs and started on the next。 They were very stale； but
pared to the taste in my mouth； they were ambrosia。 When I finished the third； I became aware that
the salt was burning the cracks in my lips and at the corners of my mouth。
I heaved out one of the bleach bottles； hoping Melanie was right。 My arms felt weak and noodley；
barely able to lift it。 This concerned us both。 How much had our condition deteriorated already？ How
much farther would we be able to go？
The bottle’s cap was so tight； I wondered if it had melted into place。 Finally； though； I was able to twist
it off with my teeth。 I sniffed at the opening carefully； not especially wanting to pass out from bleach
fumes。 The chemical scent was very faint。 I sniffed deeper。 It was water； definitely。 Stagnant； musty
water； but water all the same。 I took a small mouthful。 Not a fresh mountain stream； but wet。 I started
guzzling。
The last cupboard was empty。
As soon as the hunger pangs had eased slightly； Melanie’s impatience began to leak into my thoughts。
Feeling no resistance this time； I quickly loaded my spoils into my pack； pitching the empty water bottles
into the sink to make room。 The bleach jugs were heavy； but theirs was a forting weight。 It meant I
wouldn’t stretch out to sleep on the desert floor thirsty and hungry again tonight。 With the sugar energy
beginning to buzz through my veins； I loped back out into the bright afternoon。
CHAPTER 12
Failed
It’s impossible！ You’ve got it wrong！ Out of order！ That can’t be it！”
I stared into the distance； sick with disbelief that was turning quickly to horror。
Yesterday morning I’d eaten the last mangled Twinkie for breakfast。 Yesterday afternoon I’d found the
double peak and turned east again。 Melanie had given me what she promised was the last formation to
find。 The news had made me nearly hysterical with joy。 Last night； I’d drunk the last of the water。 That
was day four。
This morning was a hazy memory of blinding sun and desperate hope。 Time was running out； and I’d
searched the skyline for the last milestone with a growing sense of panic。 I couldn’t see any place where
it could fit； the long； flat line of a mesa flanked by blunt peaks on either end； like sentinels。