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"Do we have to know?" she asked, skipping. "It didn't look like any bombs were going off in this area."

"Not while we were watching," I pointed out.

"There's no reason to nuke a desert. It's already a wasteland."

"You nuke military bases, Arlene. And don't forget the nuclear testing that's gone on in areas like this."

"Human wars, Fly; and human preparation for war. Besides, we don't know for certain we were seeing nuclear weapons going off; they could be some other kind of weapon without fallout. Makes it easier to take over later."



"Some of these beasties seem to thrive on radia- tion."

She stopped playing in the sand and sat down. She didn't say anything at first, as she poured sand out of her right boot, but then had an answer for me as she began unlacing her left one: "The radiation levels on the base weren't healthy for humans, but they weren't anywhere near what you'd get from a full-scale nucle- ar exchange."

The lady had a point. "You're probably right. You can thank me for going to such lengths to bring us down in this location."

"Ha," she said. "Pure luck. You brought us down where you could."

"Skill and perseverance, dear lady. One of these days, I'll explain my theory of luck to you."

7.

For the moment, I was glad to join her, sitting in the sandbox. I ignored the little voice in the back of my head that worked overtime to keep us alive. It said we didn't have a moment to waste; the monsters of doom could be upon us any second, burning away our little victory faster than the setting sun.

Comes a time when you have to say the h.e.l.l with it, if only for a moment. Arlene and I had recently faced the worst thing anyone can face, worse than the monsters or dying in s.p.a.ce. We knew what it meant to lose your sanity . . . and come back to yourself again.

Arlene started whistling "Molly Malone." She'd picked one of the few songs to which I knew the words. I sang along. All that was missing was a bottle of Tullamore Dew, the world's finest sipping whiskey.

As it was, our duet seemed to transform the lengthen- ing shadows of dusk in Utah into the cool glades of Ireland. I wondered if doom had come there. Were there demons in Dublin? Did the men there see little green leprechauns instead of Martians in their mo-ment of madness? I wondered about the whole world, and it was too much for me.

Right now the world was a stretch of desert in Utah.

What we could do for ourselves, for the human race, for the world, would be determined here, as it had been on Deimos, and before that, Phobos. We'd take it one world at a time.

I lay back happily for a few moments, watching the stars wink into existence in the darkening sky.

As night fell, we spotted a glow, due east. That was the way to bet-Salt Lake City, I guessed. We gath- ered together what had survived the crash and fol- lowed the light. We took a break at nine P.M., another at midnight.

"How long do you think this is going to take?" she asked.

"Not sure, but I'm glad we brought the provisions."

The bag survived the crash just as nicely as we did. We had water. We had biscuits and granola bars. We had flashlights (which we wisely didn't use). But I sure as h.e.l.l wished we had some weapons, other than one puny knife in the provisions bag.

We trekked at night and slept by day. h.e.l.l, I saw Lawrence of Arabia. After Phobos and Deimos and nearly splattering ourselves over old terra firma, after all we'd survived, I'd be d.a.m.ned if we were going to cash in our chips here. h.e.l.l, we could go to Nevada to do that!

The water held out better than the food. We hud- dled together in the cold during the day, when we slept. We could have made a fire, but no point giving away our location with unnecessary light. And there was one thing about the situation creepy enough to encourage caution, even though we hadn't run into any trouble yet.

Arlene was the first to notice it: "Fly, there are no sounds."

"What do you mean?" I asked. We crunched along in the night, heading toward a glow that seemed barely bigger than it was three days ago.

"The night creatures. No owls . . ."

"Are there owls in the desert?"

"I don't know, maybe not. But there should be something. No bugs. No lizards. No nothin'."

I thought about it. "If we've seen the collapse of civilization, you'd expect wild dogs."

"There's no coyotes. Nothing. Even out here, there ought to be something. Unless everything was killed by the weapons."

"No, that can't be right. We'd be puking up our guts by now from poison or radiation. That light suggests somebody's still in business."

"I hope so," she said. "So you think that's Salt Lake City."

"Should be."

"Salt Lake City, Utah?"

"Unless it's wintering in Florida."

She was silent for a hundred paces; then she cleared her throat. "Fly, I have to confess something to you.

Again.""Anytime."

"I sort of have a problem with the Mormon Church," she said.

Making out her face in the dim light wasn't easy. I wished we had a full moon instead of the sliver hanging over us like a scythe. "You were a Mormon?"

I asked.

"No. But my brother was, briefly."

"You blame the church for ... for whatever hap- pened?"

She shook her head. "No, I guess not. He had problems before he joined the Church; had problems when he left."

"Do you think he might be here?" I asked.

"Nah. We lived in North Hollywood. He left for Utah when he became a Mormon; but after he left the Church, I don't know what became of him. I don't care if I ever see him again."

"I'll never bring it up," I said.

"There's another reason I'm telling you this," she went on. "I became obsessed with Mormonism while he was with them. I read books by them and against them. I even read the Book of Mormon."

"Maybe that could come in useful," I suggested.

"I doubt it. It just makes me more prejudiced.

Look, Fly, if we find living human beings at the end of this, we must stand with them and fight with them.

I'm promising you right now I won't discuss religion with any of those patriarchal..."

She paused long enough for me to jump in: "I get the picture."

"Do you have any opinions abut them?" she asked, quite fairly.

"Well, I read an article about them having a strong survivalist streak; that they stockpile a year's supply of food and stuff like that. You'll get a kick out of this!

When I visited L.A. once, I took in the sights: Disneyland, the La Brea Tar Pits, Paramount studios, the Acker Mansion, and I even found time to go into their big temple at the end of Overland Avenue.

There's an angel up top with a trumpet; I mistakenly called him Gabriel."

"They must have loved that; it's the Angel Moroni."

"Well, now I know."

"Heh. I used to drop the i off that name when I used it."

I took a deep breath. "Arlene, I'm going to hold you to that promise not to talk theology with them."

"Scout's honor," she said.

"Were you ever a Scout?"

She didn't answer again.

We kept the flashlights off; the glow on the horizon was the only illumination I wanted in that desert. It was easy to follow the direction at night. We made sure that we didn't waste opportunities.

"You're burning night-light," Arlene would say when it was her turn to wake me up. Then she'd snicker, Something amused her, but she didn't let me in on it.Turned out that we ran out of food, but we had more water than we needed. It took us five days to get to Salt Lake City, the center of what once had been the Mormon world. And by G.o.d, it still was!

We lay on our bellies in some brush, shielding out eyes from the sun, leaning against a side-paneled truck.

"They're people!" marveled Arlene as we watched hundreds of men on the streets in the early dawn.

They relieved other men who'd obviously been doing the night shift.

"Where do you think the women are?" I whispered.

"Home, minding the kids. Mormons are so d.a.m.ned patriarchal."

"Arlene . . ."

We were in a good spot to see plenty, behind a wrecked truck on a rise. As the sun crawled up the sky, shafts of light came through the broken windows like laser beams, one blinding me for a second. We positioned ourselves to see more. There was plenty to see.

The streets of this garrison town had over a thou- sand men with guns, and to my surprise I made out a few women and teenage girls toting heavy artillery.

Arlene gave me one of her funny looks.

I didn't make her take back anything she'd said; when a society is threatened, it will do what it must or go down fast.

"You don't think they might be working with the aliens?" asked my buddy. I had the same thought. But they didn't act zombified, and we'd learned that the monsters preferred human lackeys in that condition.

The spidermind had made only one exception when it needed knowledge in the human brain of poor Bill Ritch.

We had to make contact with these people, but I preferred doing it in a way that wouldn't get us shot.

While I was formulating a plan, Arlene tapped me on the shoulder.

I turned and found myself staring down both bar- rels of a twelve-gauge duck gun. It had gorgeous, inlaid detail work running all seventy-five centimeters of the stock and barrel. . . and it was attached to a beefy hand connected to a large body with a grinning, boyish face topping it off. Twenty-two, twenty-three, tops.

"How do?" said the man. His buddy was a lot thinner, and he held an old Ruger Mini-14 pointed at Arlene.

He caught my expression and grinned at me as if he could read my mind. Here was proof positive we were facing honest-to-G.o.d, living humans: they had pride in a good weapon.

"Hi," I said, moving my eyes from man to man.

"Good morning," said Arlene.

"Hey," said the other man by way of greeting, noticing how my eyes kept drifting to his piece. "Took me quite a while to get one of these," he said conversationally.

"Beautiful weapon," I said, noticing that the beefyguy was still calm.

The thin one nodded and said, "They are compact, easy handling, fast shooting and hard hitting." He paused, then added: "Don't you agree?"

Thunk. The penny dropped. They were testing us!

"Oh, yes," said Arlene, jumping in. The thin guy looked at her a little funny and waited for me to say something.

"One of my favorite weapons," I said. "Hardly any kick. Not like the bigger calibers."

Finally the big guy spoke again: "Jerry, these people don't want a lecture."

Jerry squinted at him. "They're military. Look at their clothes." We weren't asked to confirm or deny anything, so we kept our mouths shut. Jerry had plenty of words left in him: "They're interested in a good weapon. Aren't you?"

He looked straight at me and I answered right away: "I sure am, especially that one you've got."

Jerry smiled and went on: "Albert gets tired of hearing me go on about what a good model this is.

They were even reasonably priced until they were outlawed."

"Not a problem now," said Arlene. "I'm sure there's plenty of squashed zombies you can take one off'n."

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