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Dee took Cole’s hand and poked Naomi and they all rose.
“Thank you,” Dee said. She glanced down at Liz. “To you. To Mike, wherever you are, and all of the others who came. My children and I would be dead right now if it wasn’t for you. There’s not a doubt in my mind.”
“Why don’t you come on up here,” the man said.
Dee stepped around her chair and walked down the aisle. When she arrived at the table the man was standing upon, he reached down and opened his hand and pulled her up with him. Slipped his arm around her waist, put his lips to her ear, whispered, “Dee, I’m Mathias Ca
She looked out over the crowd—fifty, maybe sixty faces staring back at her.
Managed a weak smile.
“I’m Dee,” she said. “Dee Colclough.”
Someone in the back yelled, “Can’t hear you.”
Later, she walked with Mathias. It was midmorning and the sun had cleared the forest wall. The dewy grass drying out. He showed her the well, the greenhouse and chicken coop, the gardens which had already been winterkilled.
“I bought this ninety-acre parcel twelve years ago,” he said. “Sold my business and moved out with several friends from Boise. Something, isn’t it?”
“What exactly brought you out here?”
“Wanting to live as a free man.”
“You weren’t free before?”
He waved to the bearded man up in the guard tower holding a sniper rifle. “Morning, Roger.”
“Morning.”
“All quiet?”
“All quiet.”
As Mathias led Dee into the trees, his right hand unsnapped the holster for the huge revolver at his side.
“Roger came to me nine years ago. He was an investment banker pulling down three mil a year and utterly miserable. The electrified razorwire starts fifty feet in and runs through the woods around the entire clearing. We’ve installed motion detectors at key points and six men walk the perimeter day and night. If I learn that you’re a spy or that you’ve lied to me in any way, I’ll kill your children in front of you, wait a day, and then kill you.”
He stopped and stared at her.
She could hear the hum of the fence behind them, and standing in a patch of light, see the color in his eyes—brown with sunlit flecks of green. Her kneecaps trembled, and for a moment, she thought she might have to sit down.
“I’m just a doctor from Albuquerque,” she said. “Trying to keep my kids safe. Everything I’ve told you is true.”
They walked again.
“Ten days ago, we sent someone out on reco
“They haven’t come back?”
He shook his head. “What’s it like out there?”
“A nightmare. You can’t tell who’s affected until they try to kill you.”
“They aren’t just military?”
“No. They group together and travel in convoys. They recognize the unaffected on sight. I couldn’t tell you how many towns we passed through that have been burned to the ground.”
“We had to put five of our own down a few weeks ago. They killed three people before we stopped them. Is it a virus? Do you know what’s causing it?”
“No,” she said. “It all imploded so fast.”
They crossed over a road—just the faintest depression of tire tracks in the leaves.
“You have vehicles?” she asked.
“Yeah.”
She caught movement up ahead—one of the guards cruising the perimeter.
“Two of our women are pregnant. We don’t have a doctor.”
“I’d be happy to see them.”
They veered back out of the woods into the clearing, moved past a group of children standing in the grass, each with their own easel.
“We’re really proud of our school here,” he said. “Naomi and Cole are welcome to attend, of course.”
In the afternoon, Dee examined two women with child and checked in on a fifteen-year-old boy with a low-grade fever and rackety cough, just relieved to engage her mind in her old life, if only for a short while.
“I don’t like this place,” Naomi said. “These people creep me out.”
Dee lay in bed in their cabin under the covers with Cole and Naomi, the boy already asleep.
“Would you agree it’s an improvement on starving to death?”
“I guess.”
Cold air slipped in through the windowframe, just a hint of color in the sky and the tops of the spruce trees profiled against it.
“We staying?” Naomi asked.
“For a few days at least. Get our strength up.”
“Is this like, a militia?”
“I think it might be.”
“So they probably believe all kinds of crazy shit about the government and black people?”
“I don’t know, haven’t asked them, don’t plan to.”
“I’d rather just go to Canada.”
“Could we take it a day at a time for now? At least while they’re still feeding us?”
The knock came in the middle of the night.
Dee stirred from sleep and sat upright and looked around. Not a single source of manmade light, and because she’d extinguished the candle before settling into bed, the room was absolutely dark. She couldn’t recall the layout of her surroundings or even where she was until Mathias Ca
“Dee. Get up.”
She climbed over Cole, her bare feet touching the freezing floorboards.
Moved through pure darkness toward Ca
No locks on the inside of the door, which she pulled open by the wooden handle.
“Sorry to wake you,” Mathias said through the inch of open space between the doorframe and the door. “But you’re a doctor.” He gri
“Not often. I have a general practice.”
“Well, terribly sorry to inconvenience you, but we require the services of an MD.”
“What happened?”
“Just get dressed. I’ll be waiting right here.”
She followed him through the field, the stars blazing over them in the moonless dark. Arrived at the edge of the woods at a small concrete building half-buried in the ground, which at first blush, reminded Dee of a storm cellar.
Mathias led her down a set of stairs to a steel door.
She hesitated on the last step. “What are we doing?”
“You’ll see.”
“I don’t like this.”
“Do you think the food and the water and the shelter we’re providing to you and your children have no cost?” He pushed open the door and a waft of blood and shit and scorched tissue washed over Dee and conjured the memory of her ER rotation. She looked away from it and braced herself and looked again.
The man, or what was left of him, lay toppled over on the stone floor, naked and manacled to one of the metal folding chairs from the mess hall. He was unconscious in a puddle of blood that appeared as black as motor oil in the candlelight.
Liz sat in another folding chair looking sweaty and happy. She held an iron rod across her lap, one half-inch wide and wrapped at one end with a bulge of duct tape, the finger-grip indentations clearly visible. A blanket had been spread out on the floor beside Liz and upon it lay knives, a drill, a bucket filled with ice water, and a small blowtorch.
“Why are you doing this to him?” Dee asked and the disgust must have bled through her voice because Liz answered,
“This is the man who was on the verge of burning you and your children before we showed up.”
“I know who he is.”
“We’re collecting information,” Mathias said and closed the door. “Unfortunately, he lost consciousness after Liz hit him a few minutes ago.”
Dee stared at Liz. “Where’d you hit him?”
“Right arm.”
“Would you examine him please, Doctor?” Mathias asked.
Dee approached the man named Max, squatting down at the edge of the pool of his blood which was still creeping, millimeter by millimeter, across the stone. She touched two fingers to his wrist, felt the weak shudder of his radial artery. Inspected the mottled bruise that was expanding imperceptibly over the broken bone beneath his right bicep like a cancerous rainbow—red, yellow, blue, then ringed with black. His abdomen was hot and swollen around a bullethole in his side which she guessed had nicked his liver.