Extinction Point - Exodus Part 2

The kid didn't stay frozen long-and she could move. Ten, maybe eleven. Tall for her age, wide blue eyes, skinny, in cutoff blue jeans that terminated in tattered threads just above her scuffed knees, muddy sneakers, and a blouse. Her eyes flicked between Thor and Emily as if she was trying to decide which of them to be more afraid of.

"No! Wait!" Emily yelled.

But she was already outpacing Emily, dodging between the trees and leaping over rocks and outcrops. She obviously knew the area like the back of her hand. If not for Thor, the kid would have lost Emily in the first thirty seconds. As it was, she could barely keep Thor in sight as he loped after the girl.

The roof of the third house appeared above a thick hedge just as the path leveled off and switched from dirt to a concrete slab driveway. Emily was just in time to see the girl, long blonde hair streaming out behind her, dart around the corner of the house. Thor followed her a few seconds later.

"G.o.dd.a.m.n it, Thor," Emily yelled between panting breaths. "Stop, you're scaring her."

Emily sprinted the remaining fifty feet to the same corner, working out how she was going to approach the kid to convince her she wasn't a threat. As she rounded the corner of the house, Emily almost tripped over Thor, his body rigid, his ears down, and his teeth bared in a low growl as he stared at the doorway.

Emily looked up from her dog. Standing in the open entrance was the little girl; next to her was a man with a pistol aimed directly at Thor's head.

"Stop!" Emily screamed.

Thor raised himself from his crouch and let out a low growl. The man pulled the girl closer to him and his finger began to tighten on the trigger.

"No," Emily yelled. "He won't hurt you...Thor! Come here. Come on, come here." The dog didn't budge, so Emily took a tentative step closer to him, her hands raised to shoulder height, palms out. "We aren't here to hurt anybody." She spoke as softly as she could, fighting the urge to yell at the man that if he didn't point the pistol away from her dog she was going to take it from him and shove it so far up- "Who are you?" the man said, nervously waving the gun. The words were directed at Emily, but his eyes never left Thor. "Where the h.e.l.l did you come from?" Emily noticed the girl glance quickly up at the man, a look of fear in her eyes.

"Dad..." she whimpered.

Okay, okay. So now she knew what she was dealing with: a father frightened for his daughter and his own safety. She could understand that. Just have to keep them-and Thor-calm, she thought.

The girl's father glanced down at his daughter. "It's all okay, kiddo," he said rea.s.suringly, squeezing his daughter's shoulder. Then his focus snapped back to Emily and Thor. "I won't ask again. Who are you?"

"My name is Emily Baxter. This is my dog, Thor. We aren't here to hurt you. I didn't know anybody was alive here," she explained, then added, "I didn't know anybody was alive anywhere."

When he next spoke, Emily thought the man's demeanor might have softened a little. "Are you with an agency?" he asked, the edge of panic almost gone from his voice, replaced now with a tone of inquisitiveness.

"I'm sorry? Agency?" Emily was confused, but she took advantage of the moment to edge a little closer toward Thor. The malamute was still crouched low, but at least he had stopped growling.

"You're with the government, right? Part of a rescue team. So, which agency are you with?"

Before Emily could say anything further, something exploded from the shadows of the doorway behind the father and daughter and headed straight for the dog.

Emily wasn't sure who was more surprised: the man, herself, or Thor, who now sat bolt upright as the little shape covered the ground in small stumbling steps.

It was a little boy, no more than four or five, and he was running as fast as his legs could carry him straight at Thor, a smile of absolute delight plastered across his face.

"Doggy!" the little boy yelled as he barely avoided colliding with the dog. He threw his arms around Thor's neck and declared again in a singsong voice, "Doggy!"

"Ben!" the man yelled, the pistol dropping to his side as panic gripped his throat. He was either too stunned to react or he was still concerned about protecting his daughter because he gave a single tentative step forward, glanced down at the girl who still clung to his waist, and froze in place, half-in, half-out of the doorway to the house.

Emily took advantage of the man's hesitancy and covered the remaining distance between herself and Thor in two quick steps. She saw the man's eyes go wide as she stood next to his boy and placed a rea.s.suring hand gently on the top of the kid's head. They went wider still when he saw the shotgun slung over her shoulder.

The child-Ben, she reminded herself-didn't seem the least bit interested in her; he had his arms locked around Thor's neck, his face buried deep into his ruff, whispering "doggy" over and over into the malamute's ear.

Emily raised her hands again, trying to look as unthreatening as possible. "Look, I didn't know anyone was here. You're the first people I've seen since leaving Manhattan, and I swear to you we are absolutely no danger to you or your family. I promise."

"Is there anyone else with you?" the man asked.

"No," she answered. "Just me and Thor. And, as you can see, neither of us is a threat to you." The pistol, Emily noticed, stayed at the man's side as he spoke, and she thought she saw a slight relaxing of his posture. Even Thor seemed to have relaxed. He was busy licking the boy's face, which elicited a ma.s.s of giggles from the kid.

Emily could see the stranger's mind working through the situation. He looked to each of his children and then to her. Finally his eyes settled back on the little boy, who was still giggling joyfully as Thor continued to wash him.

He slipped the pistol into his waistband and stepped toward Emily, holding out a hand. Thor stopped s...o...b..ring over the child, his eyes tracking the stranger as he approached Emily but making no move.

"My name's Simon," he said as Emily took the proffered hand and shook it. "That's my daughter, Rhiannon, and your dog's newfound best friend is Benjamin."

"I'm Emily. This is Thor," she replied with a sigh of relief.

"Pleased to meet you both, and I'm sorry for the reception. It's just that we haven't seen anyone for more than a week now. I saw your dog chasing Rhia and just panicked. We're just glad this nightmare is finally over. We were wondering how long it would be before emergency services got to the area."

"Emergency services? I'm sorry-you think I'm with the government?"

Simon nodded. "Of course. I mean, I know things must be bad out there, what with the terrorist attack and all, but we knew it was only going to be a matter of time before someone found us. That's why we've stayed put." He turned sideways and gestured down the corridor to the interior of the house. "Come on in and make yourself at home. Can I get you something to drink? Coffee? Tea? Something stronger?"

"I...I'm..." Emily was a hairbreadth away from telling him that she wasn't part of any rescue party and that there was zero chance of one ever showing up, but she held the words back when she looked at Rhiannon's face. The kid was obviously as relieved as her father. Now was not the time to break the news that they were the only survivors she had encountered since leaving Manhattan. That could wait until she and Simon were alone. He would be better equipped to break the news to his kids, rather than having them hear it blurted out from a stranger.

"I'll take a cup of coffee," she said instead, stepping past the man and into his home.

Emily waited in the entryway for Simon and the children to join her.

He looked to be somewhere in his late thirties, dark-brown hair, athletic build, dressed casually in jeans and a polo shirt. All sense of threat had gone from him now, and Emily wondered whether he would really have been able to use the pistol on either Thor or her.

The children stayed close to their dad. She couldn't blame them, of course. She was a complete stranger who had just chased the girl through the woods with what must have appeared, at least to anyone who didn't know him, to be a bloodthirsty hound.

"Come on in." Simon gestured for her to follow him as he closed the front door behind him and made his way down the entrance corridor.

In the confines of the narrow corridor, Emily became acutely aware of just how bad she smelled. Sweat, dirt, and an underlying aroma of lemon baby wipes. Social anxiety was not something she'd thought she'd ever have to worry about again.

She was amazed at just how incredibly clean and tidy the house was. How very normal it all seemed. From somewhere deeper in the house, Emily could hear the sound of music playing, and it took her a few seconds to realize what that potentially meant.

"You have power here?" she asked.

"Yup," said Simon as he led her into the kitchen area. "Totally self-sufficient. We have a backup generator that we use to power the house, and we're on our own well and septic system."

"You have running water?" she asked, amazed.

Simon looked at her, his face betraying his puzzlement. "Suuuurre. Running water. Hot water, too. We've got a propane tank outside, but I've tried not to use it too much because we only have enough propane for six weeks, a bit longer if we really ration it. I hoped help would arrive before it ran out."

She tried not to allow her astonishment to show.

"We were about to grab some lunch. Would you like to join us?"

"I'd love to," Emily answered with a smile. "But do you think I could freshen up first? I've been on the road for a few days."

"Of course. Of course. Rhia. Why don't you show Emily where the guest bedroom is?"

Thor was still happily engaged with Benjamin. The dog seemed to have settled in quite happily to being the center of the little boy's attention; he was lying on his side in front of a large potted fern while the boy playfully rubbed his tummy and head. The kid hadn't even made eye contact with Emily since they'd arrived; he was totally besotted with the dog. Kids! How very simple life was for them.

"You're very smelly," said the little girl, wrinkling her nose as she took Emily's hand and started to lead her from the living room toward a staircase at the back of the house.

"Jeez, Rhiannon," sighed her father. "At least try to be polite, would you, darling?"

"But she is," insisted the little girl.

"I'm sorry, Emily," Simon apologized. "My daughter is a little forthright."

Emily smiled and gave a polite laugh. "It's okay. She's right, I'm sure. I've been on the road for days." She knew she smelled worse than month-old milk.

"Come on," said Rhiannon, apparently unmoved by her father's embarra.s.sment. "The guest room's this way."

Emily was pretty much convinced that she had died and gone to heaven. Either that or she was going to wake up on some strange couch again, extremely disappointed.

That was the only explanation for just how good she felt as the hot water of the shower beat against her skin, washing away the acc.u.mulated grunge and dirt of her exodus.

Emily pushed the many questions fighting for her attention about how this little oasis had survived the red rain from her mind, luxuriating instead in the delightful feeling of warmth that enveloped her. Within a few minutes, she felt the pain and fear slough away from her as she soaked in the wonder of simply still existing.

When she was done, she toweled herself dry and dressed in the fresh blouse and jeans she had set on the bed. The blouse was wrinkled from her hurried packing, but she didn't think her hosts would mind too much.

Emily realized her mouth was watering even before the smell of roasting meat wafting in under the door registered in her mind. Fastening the last few b.u.t.tons on her blouse, she slipped her feet into her shoes and headed in the direction of the glorious scent.

"Better?" asked Simon as Emily walked into the kitchen.

"Much. Thank you," Emily replied. And she really did mean it. But it wasn't just the shower and the smell of hot food that had lifted her spirits. It was being around people again. She hadn't realized how lonely she had become these past few days.

Thor padded over to Emily, his tail wagging enthusiastically but dipped a little as if he realized he had abandoned his mistress to the first person willing to show him any attention.

The two kids, Ben and Rhia, were sitting around a table set for four in the breakfast nook just off the kitchen. Rhiannon looked up and smiled at her, but the little boy kept his eyes fixed on the plate in front of him, his hands clasped around a knife and fork in readiness.

"You're not a vegetarian, I hope?" Simon glanced over his shoulder at her as he reached into the top compartment of a double oven and slid out a tray with a steaming roast. The smell was just overwhelmingly delicious, and Emily knew that even if she had been a vegetarian, the aroma of that cut of meat would have convinced her of the delights of being a carnivore, without a doubt.

Simon sliced the roast with practiced aplomb, then pulled a second dish from the bottom oven.

"Fresh from the garden," he said, nodding to the roasted potatoes, carrots, and onions.

"You seem very self-sufficient?"

"The nearest supermarket is about ten miles away, so I like to keep a decent stock of food. You know...just in case," Simon explained as he spooned the food onto each plate. "The vegetable garden's a pet project of ours. It was something we started after my wife died. The kids and I like to work out there. Don't we, kids?"

Both Ben and Rhiannon nodded, their mouths already full.

If the shower had been heaven, the taste of roasted beef and potatoes was nirvana.

Emily said nothing about the death of his wife; the statement had been made so offhandedly that she a.s.sumed it must have happened well before the red rain appeared. Emily wasn't sure how much Simon would want to discuss about the red plague that had swept across the world in front of the kids, so she kept the conversation light.

"So, how long have you lived here?" she asked.

"All my life," said Ben, which brought a burst of laughter from both adults.

"Almost fifteen years now," Simon said, playfully mussing his son's hair. "Elise, my wife, and I moved in right before we were married. I'm an architect, so this was the perfect location for me. Close enough to the city that I could get in when I needed to." He paused to chew and swallow a piece of meat before continuing. "We lost Elise just over two years ago, and I decided I'd spend as much time with the kids as possible, so I left the firm I worked for and went freelance. It gave me the time I needed with the children."

"I'm sorry about your wife."

"It was cancer," said Rhiannon, her head bowed. "Pancreatic cancer."

"Cancer sucks the big one," whispered Ben to a lone carrot skewered on his fork.

"Yes. Yes, it does," replied his father.

After lunch, Simon insisted Emily sit at the table until he and the kids had finished washing the dirty dishes and stacking them on a plastic draining board next to the sink.

"It's a family ritual," he explained. "Besides, you're our guest."

With the ch.o.r.es out of the way, Simon joined Emily back at the breakfast nook table.

"Rhia. Why don't you take Ben outside and play for a little while?" The little girl looked as if she was going to object, but she resigned herself with a deep sigh and shrug of her shoulders. As the kids pushed away from the table, Thor jumped to his feet and padded alongside them before stopping and looking back toward Emily.

"Go ahead," said Emily with a nod toward the children. "If that's okay?" she added, looking at Simon.

"Well he doesn't seem like the killer I first thought he was, so why not? Just don't get him too excited, kids. Okay?"

Both children promised they wouldn't, then rushed out the door, Thor leaping alongside them. Within a couple of minutes, the two adults could hear the joyful screams of the kids accompanying the playful barks of the malamute.

"I know it's a little early, but can I get you a drink?" Simon's voice had lost the playful tone it had a.s.sumed around the kids.

Emily shook her head. As much as she would like to, alcohol would go straight to her head, and she wanted to keep her wits about her. Simon poured himself a shot of whiskey and sat back down at the table, sipping at it occasionally as they began to talk.

"The day the red rain fell, we were all here at the house. The kids were off school for the day. I don't even want to think what I would have done if...well, best not to think about how blind luck could save your life, the life of your kids. I like to think keeping them alive was chance's way of making up for taking their mom. Stupid really, don't you think?"

Emily smiled gently and allowed him to continue.

"Have you ever heard of a microclimate?"

She shook her head.

Simon leaned forward in the chair, ill.u.s.trating his words with his hands. "It's a localized weather effect. The weather in a microclimate area can be absolutely opposite from that surrounding it. So, it could be raining where you are and, just a few feet away, completely dry. Amazing, really, when you think about it." He took another sip of his drink. "This whole valley is in a microclimate zone, something to do with the trees and the lake at the base. Last winter it snowed, we got nothing here. Dry as a bone."

"Actually, I think I saw it in action yesterday," Emily said. "I only stopped at the house across the valley because it had begun to rain, but it seemed to stop almost right at the driveway of the house."

"It rained yesterday? Well, that's a perfect example. I never even noticed. The day the red rain came, it was much the same. We saw it on the news after it had happened, and by the time I went outside to check, there wasn't any sign of it except for a few puddles down the hill toward town. Then of course I saw what happened on TV..." His voice trailed off. "I think I saw a couple of bodies on the street the first day. It was hard to be sure, though, and I didn't want to risk going down to look. Then of course there were dead birds almost everywhere. The next day, they were gone. I made sure we all stayed inside for a couple of days, just in case, but there seemed little reason to keep them in after that. I called everyone I knew, everyone in town. I even called the Pentagon. There was no answer from anyone."

He leaned forward in his chair and looked her straight in the eyes. "I was beginning to think we were the only ones left. Again, I'm sorry for the reception I gave you. It was just such a shock to see the dog...then you."

"How about Ben and Rhiannon? How did they take it?"

"I've done my best to keep the truth from my kids," Simon said. "Ben is too young to really notice, but Rhiannon, she's old enough to know that something very serious has happened. But I've managed to keep them both distracted." He took another sip from his whiskey, and Emily realized that he was steeling himself for the answer to the question he was about to ask. "So, why don't you tell me what's going on out there?"