The Wanted

I caught her arm as she started to open the door. “Wait. When is the test day?”

She looked confused as she answered, “I thought you must have known they’ve changed the dates. It’s today.”

I let her go. Everything rushed past me, and the air sucked from the room.

I fell to my knees and prayed someone would tell me what happened to Gwen.

JOSEPH

Two more days and I’d be home. Although home was not the right word. No, I’d be back where I’d started. Changed so much, I barely recognized myself.

I am years older and miles sadder.

Elise balanced on the railway line. Every now and then, she’d steady herself on my shoulder. She seemed happy. I tried to be a mirror. I wanted to be in the moment like her, not looking back and definitely not into the future. There was nothing to be gained except pain. I cringed when a small window opened onto images I was trying so hard to forget. My past was filled with the faces of lives I’d stolen.

My eyes dropped to the orange gravel beneath my shoes. We never walked this part of the line the first time. I knew she rode the Spi

Pelo strode up to me and clapped me on the shoulder. “Tell me, young Joseph, can you remind me what your parents look like and their names? It’s been a long time since I last saw them.” The future. I didn’t want to think about the future.

Desh answered for me. “Didn’t you always say your dad looked just like you except he didn’t have a broken nose?”

“Yes,” I nodded, tipping my head to the sky. The pale blue reminded me of Orry’s one blue eye. It had always been lighter than hers.

“Oh, yes, that’s right! I remember now. Such a big man, just like you,” Pelo recalled, his eyes gazing on some far away dot on the horizon.

Dad had felt so bad about breaking my nose. Memories were trying to break the bag I’d shoved them in. Her sweet, angry face when I’d told her how I’d broke it. Her small fingers curling into a fist like she was going to hunt the culprit down and make them pay.

Stop. Please stop it. I want you out of my head, please, just for a moment. There was no peace.

Pelo coughed, his hand still gripping my tense shoulder. “And their names were Jonathan and…?”

“Jonathan and Stephanie Sulle,” I replied. “My mother looks like, well, she looks a lot like Apella, except taller. Thin, fair hair, blue eyes.”

Elise winked and toppled off the tracks. “Like me!”

I smiled flatly. “I guess, but older, wrong eye color… so no, not really. You really love being the center of attention, don’t you?” I jabbed her ribs playfully. She giggled.

I tried to force that giggle to be something I wanted.

I thought I saw Pelo narrow his eyes in her direction but then he smiled gently. “Yes. Yes. It’s coming back to me now. I’ll find them, Joseph,” he said reassuringly.

I sighed.

Olga toddled forward, pushing between us and grabbing Gus by the sleeve. “Can I go with Pelo? I know I’m not a Survivor, but I’d dearly love to contribute.”

Gus didn’t break stride, and she struggled to keep up with him. “You’re not in the best shape,” he said, casting a critical eye over her round body.

She wheezed as her short legs struggled to take a railway sleeper at a time. “All right, well, give me something to do.”

Gus grunted and tapped his chin. “Communications.”

She seemed to jump in excitement. “Yes! Fabulous! Communications.”

Olga was a strange woman, but lovable. I stopped and left the tracks to find a tree to piss on, and Desh followed me.

We were engulfed in foliage immediately.

“Hey man, wait up,” he puffed, snapping the branches back.

“Desh, what do you want?”

He stopped, waist deep in frozen bracken. “I just wanted to check on you. I thought it may be hard walking the tracks, you know…”

It was. “It’s not, I’m ok. You can stop worrying.”

He shifted from side to side, unsure.

“You’re sure?” he asked.

Make an effort, I told myself. I moved to him and punched his arm lightly.

“Stop fussing over me.” I gave him a strained smile. “I’m doing okay.”

He took the smile on my face at its word and seemed to relax. “Good. But if you’re not, you can tell me. We still have a lot of things to talk about, Joe.”

I waved him off. “And I still need to pee, man. Seriously, can’t a guy have some privacy?” I laughed.

Desh jumped. “Oh sorry,” he said, and he walked away.

I couldn’t keep up with my lies. I didn’t even know what the truth was anymore.

After, I caught up with them and slung an arm over Desh’s shoulder. I joked and laughed, until soon, I’d almost fooled myself.

We camped just off the tracks at the begi

This was our last night of being able to relax a little, and some people were taking full advantage. A large fire roared and warmed the already pink cheeks of most of the group. We hadn’t seen any signs of Woodlands’ soldiers, choppers, anything.

My head was swimming. Whenever I moved, the ground shifted beneath my feet. My thoughts were muddled but kind of clear—clear in their intention to keep this feeling going anyway. So when Elise handed me another drink and knocked it with her own, I gladly took it, drinking it quickly. Anything to hang on to the numb, almost happy, cloud I was on.

She put her hand on my knee. I looked down at it like it shouldn’t be there, but my brain didn’t care to stop her. I let her lean her head on my shoulder, and the flames warm my flushed face. Across the fire, Matt’s eyes darkened with concern, but instead of acknowledging him, I turned away. I laughed a hollow laugh and threw my head to the stars, which swirled like a tornado above me.

Her hand moved up and down my thigh slowly, in a caring way.

She stood and offered her hand. I took it. I let her lead me away from the group, through the wooded area, and up to the entrance of a railway tu

She tittered. “It’s so dark in here.”

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and dropped my can. “Well it is a tu

The noise of my drink hitting the floor startled her and she grabbed my arms. “What was that?”

I stood facing her. She was so tall that her eyes almost met mine.

“Nothing, it was just my beer,” I slurred, my voice thick and stupid sounding. I shook my head, trying to clear it. It had the opposite effect, making me dizzy. I stumbled back, and she came with me. She still had a hold of my arms, and she was ru

“Well, at least I’ve got you to protect me,” she said. I winced. I couldn’t protect anyone.

I took a step away from her. “You can take care of yourself, Elise.”

“True, but I’d rather you did it for me.”

She moved closer, only a little air between our bodies. I took another step back and was up against the tu

“Just pretend for a second, that I need your help, your protection…” Her voice was light, playful.

“Mmhm,” I managed, rocking a little, the alcohol moving from a nice feeling to a sick feeling.

Her breath was warm on my face. “I don’t need much from you, Joe, just this…” She took the last step so there was nothing between us.