Nix Riley batted his sword aside and whacked him on the head.
“Ow!” he yelled.
“Yes, you’re truly frightening,” she said. “I’m going to fall down and faint.”
“Ow,” he said louder, to emphasize the point in case anyone missed it.
Chong and Morgie sat on the picnic table. Tom leaned against the big oak in the corner of the yard. Lilah sat with her back to the garden fence. They were all laughing. At him.
“Oh sure, laugh,” he growled, shaking his wooden bokken at them. “She hit me when I wasn’t looking.”
“So… look,” suggested Chong.
Morgie pretended to cough into his hand but said, “Loser.”
“A little focus would be useful,” said Tom. “I mean… since our road trip’s in a week and you are training to save your life. To survive, you have to be warrior smart.”
Tom had drilled them so relentlessly in his “warrior smart” program that Benny was considering disowning his brother.
Although it was still early April, it felt like midsummer, and Benny was wearing only a sweat-soaked T-shirt and cutoffs. The months of training had hardened him and packed muscle onto his arms and shoulders. He squared those shoulders and gave Nix a steely stare.
Nix raised her sword and in a loud clear voice announced, “I. Am. Going. To. Swing. My. Sword. Now.”
“Hilarious,” said Benny through gritted teeth. He brought his sword up, elbows and knees bent at the perfect angles, weight shifted onto the balls of his feet, the tip of the bokken level with his eyes, his body angled for the best use of muscle in attack and the least display of vulnerabilities for defense. He could feel the power in his arms. With a loud, ferocious yell that would have frozen the heart of an enemy on the battlefields of the samurai era, he charged, bringing his sword up and down with perfect precision.
Nix batted his sword aside and whacked him on the head.
Again.
Benny said, “Ow.”
“That’s not how you do it,” said Lilah.
Benny rubbed his head and squinted at her. “No, really?” he said. “I’m not supposed to block with my head?”
“No,” Lilah said seriously. “That’s stupid. You’d die.”
Lilah possessed many skills that Benny admired-fighting, stalking, almost unbelievable athletic prowess-but she had no trace of a sense of humor. Until they’d brought her back to Mountainside, Lilah’s existence had been an ongoing hell of paranoia, fear, and violence. It wasn’t the kind of environment that helped her cultivate social skills.
“Thanks, Lilah,” Benny said. “I’ll make sure I remember that.”
She nodded as if he had made a serious promise. “Then I won’t have to quiet you afterward,” she said. She had a voice that was soft and rough, her vocal cords having been damaged by screams when she was little.
Benny stared at her for a moment, knowing that Lilah was dead serious. And he knew she would do it, too. If he died and zommed out, Lilah would kill him-quiet him, as everyone in town preferred to say-without a moment’s hesitation.
He turned back to Nix. “Want to try it again? I’ll block better this time.”
“Ah… so you’re going to try the ‘smart’ part of ‘warrior smart’?” observed Chong. “Very wise.”
Nix smiled at Benny. It wasn’t one of the heartwarming smiles he’d been longing for. It reminded him of Lilah’s face when she was hunting zoms.
Benny did block better, though.
Not that it did him much good.
“Ow!” he yelled three seconds later.
“Warrior smart!” yelled Morgie and Chong in chorus.
Benny glared hot death at them. “How about one of you clowns trying to-”
His comment was cut short by a sharp and sudden scream.
They all froze, looking off toward the center of town. The yell was high and shrill.
There was a moment of silence.
Then another yell cut through the air. It was a man’s voice, loud and sharp and filled with pain.
More screams followed it.
And then the sharp, hollow crack of a gunshot.
4
“STAY HERE!” TOM ORDERED. HE RACED INTO THE HOUSE AND CAME out a moment later, a sword in one hand and his gun belt in the other. This was not a practice sword but the deadly steel
The last command floated back at them as he vanished over the hill.
Benny looked at Nix, who looked at Lilah, who looked at Chong, who looked at Morgie.
“Tom said to stay here,” said Nix.
“Absolutely,” said Benny.
And that fast they were off. They grabbed their wooden swords and swarmed through the garden gate, except for Lilah, who jumped it exactly as Tom had done. Then they were running as fast as they could.
5
LILAH OUTRAN THEM ALL. HOWEVER, SINCE LAST SEPTEMBER THEY HAD each put on muscle and built their endurance, so they weren’t too far behind. In a loose pack they rounded the corner by the grist mill and then tore along Oak Hill Road.
Benny grinned at Chong, who grinned back. In a weird way, this was fun. They were warriors, the world’s last group of samurai trainees. This was what they were training for.
Then, just as they reached the top of the hill and cut left onto Mockingbird Street, they heard a fresh set of screams.
They were the high, piercing screams of children.
That sound slapped the grins from their faces.
Benny looked at Nix.
“God,” she gasped, and ran faster.
The screams were continuous. Benny thought they were screams of fear, not of pain. There was a fragment of consolation in that.
They cut right onto Fairview, running abreast, their wooden swords clutched in sweating hands.
Then as one they skidded to a stop.
Three houses stood at the end of a block of stores. The Cohens on the left, the Matthias place on the right, and the Housers in the center. Townsfolk were clustered in front of the Houser place. Most of them had axes, pitchforks, and long-handled shovels. Benny saw at least four people with guns.
“It’s Danny’s place!” said Nix in a sharp whisper.
Benny and his friends went to school with Danny Houser; Danny’s twin sisters, Hope and Faith, were in the first grade.
