Emmy Laybourne - Sky on Fire

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Trapped in a superstore by a series of escalating disasters, including a monster hailstorm and terrifying chemical weapons spill, brothers Dean and Alex learned how to survive and worked together with twelve other kids to build a refuge from the chaos. But then strangers appeared, destroying their fragile peace, and bringing both fresh disaster and a glimmer of hope.
Knowing that the chemical weapons saturating the air outside will turn him into a bloodthirsty rage monster, Dean decides to stay in the safety of the store with Astrid and some of the younger kids. But their sanctuary has already been breached once….
Meanwhile, Alex, determined to find their parents, heads out into the darkness and devastation with Niko and some others in a recently repaired school bus. If they can get to Denver International Airport, they might be evacuated to safety. But the outside world is even worse than they expected….

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They circled each other. Meanwhile, Niko dug in his backpack for the gun. Sahalia had come around the back of my stand of trees. She grabbed me to her. She clung to me, hugging me.

Josie launched forward through the air. Almost like flying. She tackled the soldier. He took a swing at her but missed.

‘I can’t get a shot. I can’t get a shot!’ Niko shouted, trying to aim the gun at the O soldier. His hands were shaking.

Then Josie was on top of him, sitting with her legs over his shoulders. She started punching the soldier on either side of his head in alternation. She was just whaling on him.

‘Big guy?’

He was kicking, then more weakly.

‘You kill kids?’

She lifted his head and banged it down. On a rock, I think, because there was an awful sound.

‘You’re tough?’

Again she banged down his head. Again the sick thud.

Again.

Josie grabbed the soldier by the hair and screamed in his bloody face.

‘You kill kids, huh?’

Only he was already dead. His legs weren’t moving and his face was splattered with darkness. His head, actually, seemed to not be the right shape any more.

‘You gonna kill us?’ Josie asked him again.

And another thud.

‘He’s dead,’ Niko said.

She banged his head again.

‘Josie, he’s dead!’ Niko shouted.

He dropped the gun and lurched forward toward her.

‘No!’ she shrieked, backing up. ‘Get back!’

‘It’s okay, JoJo. You’re going to be okay.’ Niko tried to reassure her. He had his hands up, as if to show her he meant no harm.

Niko scrambled to the dead soldier’s body. He pushed him over, scrambling to grab one of the high-tech air masks on his belt.

‘Put a mask on!’ Niko pleaded through his own. ‘Let me get a mask for you! You’ll feel better.’

Sahalia darted forward to try to help Niko get the mask.

‘No,’ Josie sobbed, backing up.

Batiste stepped forward.

‘Josie, you saved us. It’s over now.’

‘Aaaaargh!’ Josie cried. She wiped her bloody hands over her face.

Then she turned and ran.

‘Josie!’ Niko cried. ‘Don’t go!’

‘Josie!’ we all screamed.

But she ran away.

I think she might have killed us if she’d stayed.

Niko started sobbing.

There is no other word for it.

He just crumpled down over the legs of the dead soldier and sobbed.

I didn’t know what to do. I sat down.

Sahalia went over and kind of rubbed Niko’s back.

Batiste kept screaming for Josie.

Max was whimpering. He was in pain.

Ulysses climbed down from the tree and went and got Max’s boot from where it had got stuck under the root, and for a long while, that’s all the movement there was.

Just fat Ulysses, trying to help his friend get his boot on.

Then, Niko sat up.

He very methodically stripped the gun belt off the soldier’s corpse. He took the high-tech air orange mask #1 from the belt, then took his own mask off and quickly switched, putting the better one on.

We could now hear his breathing. He was still having those leftover sobs. The sporadic ones. We could hear because the high-tech mask had some kind of a speaker built in.

Niko took the other mask over to Max.

He moved slowly, but purposefully, like someone chronically depressed or very, very tired.

‘Hold your breath,’ he told Max. I couldn’t get over how well I could hear his voice. Like, better than if he didn’t have a mask on at all.

He ripped Max’s mask off and put the high-tech orange mask #2 in its place.

We could hear Max draw in a big breath. It sounded wet in there.

Max sputtered, and then he said, ‘I’m sorry, Niko.’

I thought to myself that we all were.

And Niko said, ‘I know.’

Niko stripped the soldier bare. He left him in his underwear but even took his socks.

The socks he put on Max, then he put the soldier’s boots on Max, then he put the soldier’s coat on Max.

To their credit, neither Batiste nor Ulysses said a word about fair.

Niko put the soldier’s pants on over his own layers. I guess he thought they would be too long for Max.

The vials were flares and I got to wear the belt.

‘I’m hungry,’ Max said, his voice sounding small somehow. ‘Is there any food?’

‘We have to get somewhere safe,’ Niko said. ‘Then we’ll eat and drink.’

‘Like where?’ moaned Sahalia.

‘Another car?’ Niko said.

There was something so bleak about his voice, even Sahalia knew not to press him further.

He walked and we followed.

Josie was following us.

I was sure of it.

There were sounds, coming from behind us. Snaps in the brush. Twigs breaking.

I was pretty sure.

Then I saw Niko perk up, after he heard the sounds, too.

‘Niko, did you notice that Josie, even when in that enraged O-monster state, was able to form full sentences?’ I asked him quietly.

‘I didn’t notice, but yes. I think you’re right.’

‘Dean couldn’t speak that way when he attacked me,’ I continued. ‘Maybe Josie’s—’

Niko held up his hand to shush me. And he whispered, ‘Let’s not talk about her. We might scare her away.’

Then his pace picked up some.

What Niko did next was a total surprise to me.

He told us a story.

‘You know, we’re probably not going to have to walk much farther.’

‘Why not?’ said Max in a thick voice.

‘Mrs Wooly.’

‘What do you mean?’ asked Sahalia.

‘She’s out looking for us, of course.’

Sahalia snorted.

‘Really?’ Batiste asked.

‘Of course,’ Niko said. ‘She’s got a new bus, I bet. Or maybe a minivan. She’s out driving around looking for us.’

‘What’s in the bus? Ulysses wants to know,’ Max said.

‘Well, it’s a really nice bus. So of course, it has a kitchen stocked with food and drinks.’

‘What kind of food and drinks?’ Batiste asked.

‘Um…’ Niko thought for a moment. I had the sense his imagination couldn’t quite keep up with his own narrative.

‘There’s a tray of sandwiches,’ I joined in. ‘With plastic wrap over it. Like from a deli. And there’s potato salad and macaroni salad and pickles. To drink there’s pop, but also fresh-squeezed orange juice.’

‘You know what’s cool about the bus?’ Sahalia added.

I thought she’d say ‘nothing.’

But instead she said, ‘It’s got beds in it. I’m serious. These white beds with clean sheets and fluffy duvets.’

‘What are duvets?’ Max asked.

‘They’re these comforters stuffed with feathers and they’re incredibly soft and warm. Like sleeping under a cloud.’

‘Well, where’s she going to take us?’ Max asked.

‘I’ll tell you where…’ Niko said.

We walked for a moment as Niko thought.

‘To Alaska,’ he said. ‘We’re just going to drive straight there.’

It was good, to talk about something real.

I know that sounds stupid because, of course, what we were talking about was totally fantasy.

But one month ago, what would have been more far-fetched: a ride in a van stocked with sandwiches and beds, or a series of environmental catastrophes that would leave us in a dark world filled with corpses and monsters?

We talked about Mrs Wooly for a good long while.

No one bothered us or attacked us.

And every once in a while I caught the sound of someone trailing us.

And I was happy, because I knew it was Josie.

And Niko did, too.

15 DEAN

THE CADETS JUMPED DOWN onto us, forcing us backward down the staircase.

They screamed war cries and were laughing with the raw exhilaration true bullies feel.

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