are brown doeskin leather bands around both ends and on two places in the middle where she usually holds it. The blade is from a Marine Corps bayonet. The blade is black and eight inches long.
She says this is the fourth spear she’s made. She lost one when she was first taken to Gameland (she was eleven, and that spear was five feet long). She lost the second one while running from the Motor City Hammer three years ago. The third one bent while she was breaking into an old library to get books. The fourth one is a year old.
18
BENNY WALKED ALONGSIDE TOM FOR A WHILE. “I OVERHEARD YOU talking with Basher yesterday.”
Tom gave him a brief look. “What did you hear?”
“Bunch of stuff. Mostly about trouble out here in the Ruin. About people coming in to take over Charlie Pink- eye’s territory.”
“Uh-huh.”
“So…?”
“What do you mean? So… what?”
“Well,” Benny said, “aren’t we going to do something about it?”
“‘We’?”
“Yes, ‘we.’ You, me, Lilah, Nix… I mean, before we leave the area?”
Tom shook his head. “No.”
“Why not? These are your woods, man. You spent years out here cleaning them up and stuff.”
“No, I spent years out here as a bounty hunter and closure specialist. It was never my job or my intention to ‘clean things up.’ Not then and definitely not now.” He paused and looked back at the others, who were a hundred yards down the road. Nix and Chong were talking together-probably continuing their argument about the mysteries of the zombie plague; Lilah was bringing up the rear, content to keep company with herself. “Look at them, Benny. Lilah’s not even seventeen. Nix just turned fifteen. You and Chong will be sixteen in a few months. You’re tough, but let’s face it… you’re not an army. I can’t even say with total conviction that you’re all tough enough to do what we’re attempting, and it scares me green to think that I might be leading you to your deaths. I’m not going to make that a certainty by taking you into a pitched battle with fifty or sixty armed bounty hunters.”
“But what about Gameland? If they’ve moved it somewhere closer to town, then they might be grabbing more kids from town. Like they tried to do with Nix. We can’t just-”
“I’ve been trying to get the town to do something for years.”
“I know. I also heard you talking to Mayor Kirsch and Captain Strunk.”
“What are you, the town snoop?”
“Dude, you were talking in the yard. My window’s right there.”
“Okay, okay. Point is, the town has to take responsibility for itself. I showed them that it could be done, and I did what I could for a while… but it’s not one man’s job. And it’s not the job of children.”
“Teenagers, thank you very much.”
“Teenagers. Fine. It’s not your job either.”
Benny looked hard into his brother’s eyes. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“I’m not. This is our world too. We’re going to inherit it. What do you want us to do-wait until it gets worse, maybe totally out of control, before we do something about it? How’s that going to help us have a better future?”
Tom stared at him as they walked, and after a dozen steps his frown turned into a small smile. “I keep forgetting how smart you are, kiddo. And how mature.”
“Yeah, well, this last year hasn’t exactly been about kid stuff.”
“No, and I’m sorry about that… but in all seriousness, Benny, this is a conversation we should have had before we left.”
“So… it’s too late to make a difference?” Benny challenged.
Tom shook his head. “It’s not that… it’s just that this isn’t our town anymore. We’re moving on. Others will have to step up to take responsibility for Mountainside.” He pointed down the road. “Your future is somewhere out there, and no doubt there will be plenty of opportunities to make a difference, if that’s what you want to do.”
Benny glanced at him, then back the way they’d come, then up ahead. He sighed.
Tom clapped him on the shoulder, and they kept walking. Eventually Tom pulled ahead, and when Benny looked back, he saw that Nix was now with Lilah and Chong was alone, so he drifted back to walk beside Chong.
As they walked through the tall grass under the burning eye of the sun, Benny kept glancing at Chong. Without turning his head, Chong said, “What? Do I have a booger in my nose?”
“Huh?”
“You keep looking at me. What’s up?”
Benny shrugged.
“Quick! Tell me before I lose interest.” Chong said it with mock excitement.
Benny took a breath. “Nix.”
“What? The fight about science and religion?”
“No… it’s about us. You know… dating and stuff.”
“God!” Chong laughed. “The oath!”
When he and Chong were nine, they had sworn a blood oath that they would never date any of the girls they hung with. Since getting back from rescuing Nix last year, they had been together, and Benny had never asked Chong how he felt about it.
“Yeah… the oath,” Benny said. “I feel kind of bad about breaking it.”
Chong stopped and turned to him, his eyes roving over Benny’s face. “Wait… hold still.”
Benny froze. “What? What is it? Do I have something-”
Chong whacked him on the head with his open palm.
“Ow! What was it? Was it a bee?”
“No. I just wanted to see if I could slap some of the stupid out of you.”
“Hey!”
“Jeez, Benny, we made that oath when we were nine.”
“It was a blood oath.”
“We’d cut our fingers baiting fishhooks. That oath was spur of the moment, immature-and dumb. Mind you, we’ve both had dumber moments. You more than me, of course…”
“Hey!”
“But it didn’t really matter much then, and it doesn’t matter at all now.”
They walked about a hundred paces in silence. “We gave our words, Chong,” said Benny.
Chong grunted. “You never cease to amaze me,” he said. “Though seldom in a good way.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. So, if you’re so wise and insightful, O Mighty Chong, then how come you’ve never told Lilah that you have a crush on her?”
“Ah. I’m wise and insightful, but not brave.”
“Have you tried?”
Chong colored. “I… wrote a note.”
“What did it say?”
“It… um… had some poetry. And some other stuff,” Chong said evasively.
“Did she read it?”
“I left it where she could find it. Next day I found it in the trash.”
“Ouch.”
“Maybe she misunderstood. After all, it’s not like she’s been around the dating scene. All she knows about
