Gone Series: Plague Part 6

Lana healed the broken ribs, then checked out the girl with burned fingers. "Don't do stupid things like this," Lana snapped at the girl. "I don't want to be wasting my time on stupidity. Next time I'll let you suffer."

But she healed the burn as well and did a quick touch-and-go with the coughing girl.

"Can I fill a jug before I head out?" Lana asked.

Dahra winced. She had an old water cooler in one corner with a clear gla.s.s five-gallon jug on top. But there was nowhere near five gallons in there.

"How about half a gallon?" Dahra said.

"Deal," Lana said. "Albert needs to keep you better supplied. Me, too, while we're at it. He's supposed to send one of his people up with a gallon a day. It's been two days. It's not smart for a hypochondriac like Albert to grind my nerves."

Then, with a nod to Dahra, Lana headed off again, back toward her lonely eyrie.

She took a shortcut that took her up the hill to Clifftop. It was a bare trail through the brush, a place where a hungry coyote might be. But Patrick would warn her long before she walked into a coyote. And in any case Lana carried an automatic pistol she had no compunction about using.

Suddenly Patrick growled and Lana had the automatic out and aimed with both hands in a split second.

"Step out where I can see you," she said.

There was no coyote. Instead there was Hunter. Lurking. Looking ashamed to be here. He had been banished from town, although he was allowed to come see her anytime. Still he preferred to stay out of sight.

Lana liked Hunter. First because he often saved her some tasty morsel, a rabbit or a couple of plump frogs. And he brought stomachs and intestines for Patrick to eat.

Second because even though he was brain damaged he at least had the sense not to waste her time. If he was looking for her there was a reason.

"T'sup, Hunter?" she asked. She stuck the gun back in her waistband. "Whoa. I see: bad scratches there."

"No," he said. "It's something else."

He pulled on his T-shirt neck.

Lana didn't breathe for a few seconds. "Yeah," she said. "That is something else."

Chapter Six.

61 HOURS, 26 MINUTES.

NO ONE KNEW quite how to deal with Hunter. He wasn't supposed to come into town. So the council had to go to him.

They met on the highway.

No one had ever cleaned up the crashed and abandoned cars on the highway. They were all just where they'd been since the coming of the FAYZ.

The big FedEx truck was still on its side. Kids had long since broken into the back and rifled through the packages. The wrapping, torn paper, plastic packing peanuts, curls of tape, and packing slips had mostly drifted into a section of construction barrier on the side of the road.

Funny, Lana noticed: it looked almost cleaned up today. As if someone had come along with a leaf blower and scooted all the garbage off the road.

The town council was now Dekka, Howard, Albert, Ellen, and Edilio. Sam was ent.i.tled to attend but he usually didn't. Astrid had made it clear she wanted no part of it anymore, but Lana had sent Brianna to tell her to be there. She wanted Astrid's eyes on this.

So Astrid was there. Sort of. Lana had seen Astrid in a lot of different situations and moods, but this was a new Astrid: withdrawn, preoccupied. Like she was somewhere else entirely. She was biting her lip, twisting her fingers together, then catching herself and wiping her hands on her jeans.

Lana was sure she saw Astrid start guiltily when she noticed the trash blown against the barrier. But maybe she was just feeling touchy because of the story going around about Sam and Taylor.

Edilio was in charge. Which was fine with Lana. Almost everyone else had shown some weakness, some bit of crazy. Very much including herself, she acknowledged wryly.

Edilio seemed like the last sane, decent person left in the FAYZ. The undoc.u.mented kid from Honduras was the single most trusted person around. And yet, if the barrier ever came down, Edilio and his family-if they were still alive out there-would be kicked out of the country.

Of course, Lana thought, if the barrier ever came down, half the kids would be shipped off to juvie and the rest would be sent to mental inst.i.tutions or rehab. So maybe getting kicked out wasn't so bad.

Hunter looked like he was meeting the president. He stood tall and tried to smooth his hair down-a hopeless effort. Lana hid a smile as he picked a tick off his arm and flicked it away.

"Hi, Hunter," Edilio said. "First up, man, thanks for all the good work you do, right? You're helping to keep everyone fed and healthy, so thanks."

Hunter searched for something to say, eyes shifting left, right, and finally down. "I am the hunter."

"Well, you're a good hunter," Edilio said. "Lana says you have a little medical problem."

Hunter nodded. "Mouths."

"Yeah. Well, do you mind letting us look? We don't want to embarra.s.s you or anything."

"Just take off your shirt," Albert said a bit abruptly. He considered Hunter an employee. But then Albert considered almost everyone an employee.

"He can take it off or not, it's up to him," Dekka said in her low growl.

Hunter was confused by the back-and-forth. So Lana said, "Would you mind taking your shirt off, Hunter, so we can see? Might as well take off your jeans, too."

Hunter pulled his T-shirt over his head. He dropped his jeans to his ankles.

There was a collective gasp.

Lana stepped up beside Hunter. She pointed to the protruding mouthparts on Hunter's shoulder. It looked exactly like a very large ant's head, or maybe a wasp's head, but with oversized, gnashing mouthparts. "This was the first one. I tried to cure it. You'll notice it didn't work."

She pointed to a smaller silvery, almost metallic, mouth on his calf. "Do us a favor and raise your arms up, Hunter."

He did. Albert looked away.

There was a third mouth gnashing its teeth in Hunter's armpit.

Lana watched Astrid watching Hunter. Her ice blue eyes flickered.

"You have a question, Astrid?" Lana asked.

Astrid pursed her lips like she didn't, but her curiosity got the better of her. "Hunter, has anything bitten you?"

"Yes. Fleas bite me. And ticks."

"How about a wasp?" Astrid asked.

"No," Hunter said.

"Why a wasp?" Edilio asked Astrid.

Astrid shrugged. "I'm just trying to get information." She was lying, Lana thought. That scary smart brain of hers was already onto something. Something she didn't want to talk about in front of Hunter.

"Anything else strange happen?" Edilio asked.

"Just the greenie," Hunter said.

"The what?" Edilio asked.

"They're no good for hunting. I caught one and cooked it but it shriveled all up and there wasn't any meat on it."

"What's a greenie?" Albert demanded.

Hunter frowned, looking for a way to describe it. "It flies. It's like a snake that flies."

Howard said, "Oh, good, I was worried we didn't have enough weirdness to deal with. Flying snakes. That's excellent."

"They squirt," Hunter said helpfully. Then his eyes widened. "It squirted me once. Right here." He pointed to his shoulder. To the slowly gnashing insect mouth.

"Does anyone have anything sharp?" Astrid asked.

Three knives flashed out.

"I was kind of thinking of a pin," Astrid said. But she took a knife from Howard. "Don't worry, Hunter," she said. She poked very gently with the point of the knife just beside the largest mouth. "Did you feel that?"

Hunter shook his head.

Astrid poked again, farther from the first spot. And again on Hunter's upper arm.

"I guess I don't feel stuff much." Hunter seemed baffled.

"Something's anesthetizing him," Astrid said. A spasm, a look of nausea, quickly suppressed, twisted her lips.

"It doesn't hurt," Hunter said.

"You can get dressed," Edilio said kindly. "Thanks for showing us."

Hunter obediently pulled his clothes back on.

"Back to work, huh, Hunter?" Edilio said with a wretched, forced smile.

Hunter nodded. "Yes. I have to get Albert some meat or he gets mad."

"No I don't," Albert protested weakly.

Hunter started to walk away. Albert called after him. "Where did you see this flying snake of yours?"

Hunter, eager to answer Albert's question, smiled because he knew the answer. "They're all over on the morning side."

"The what?"

"That's what I call it. On the other side of the hills. There's a cave. By the road."

"The road to Lake Evian ... the lake where we get water?" Albert asked in a quiet voice.

Hunter nodded. "Yes. By the dirt road that goes there."

"Thanks," Edilio said, dismissing Hunter, who looked relieved and walked quickly away without looking back. Edilio turned to Astrid. "Okay, Astrid. What are you thinking?"

"I think the reason Lana couldn't heal him is that it's not a disease."

"It sure looks like a disease," Howard said. "Like a disease I don't want to get."

"It's a parasite," Astrid said.

"Like when a dog gets worms?" Edilio asked.

"Yes."

"But they're coming out through his skin," Edilio said.

Astrid nodded. "He should be in excruciating pain. They're probably secreting something that deadens the pain."

"What's going to happen to him?" Dekka asked.

"There's a type of wasp," Astrid said. "That's why I asked him about wasps. It lays its eggs inside a caterpillar. The eggs hatch. The larvae then eat the living caterpillar from the inside out."

Lana felt sick herself. She had long since learned to protect herself by affecting a certain indifference to the pains and wounds she healed. But this was awful beyond anything she had ever seen. And she had been powerless to help.

"Everyone keep this quiet till we figure out what it is," Edilio said. "No one talk to Taylor, that girl can't keep quiet for ..." He trailed off, noticing a stony glare from Astrid. "Council meeting tonight," he finished lamely.

Lana called to Patrick, who was sniffing around in the weeds beside the road, and headed toward home.