“How’s the weather out there?” Shelby asked.
Sometimes Shelby seemed so damn young. In reality, she was probably only a couple years younger than Lily. Everyone at the Farms was under eighteen because when they’d first created the Farm facilities, teenagers had been the most vulnerable. At eighteen, people aged out of the program. No one knew for sure what happened to those people. No one assumed it was good.
Carter had gotten them out right before their birthday, which made Lily one of the older girls at Base Camp. But it wasn’t age that made Lily feel older.
“It’s great,” she told Shelby. “Okay, not great, but sunny. You should go out.”
“Nah. I don’t have KP duty until later in the week.”
The Greens with KP duty were just beginning to gather up the cooking supplies. None of them had ventured out yet, so they were still hovering by the bay doors. Not far off, a group of Elites were strapping on gear, ready to head out on a food raid—the first in a couple of days.
“Well, I’m going to go check on McKenna. I’ll see you later, Shelby.”
“Wait, Lily. I actually—” Shelby sent an awkward glance over her shoulder toward a cluster of girls hovering and whispering by the KP station. “I need to talk to you about something.”
“Okay . . . What’s up?”
Shelby sent her a strained smile. “We’re almost out of supplies.”
“Yeah. The shelves are pretty bare. That’s why Stu and those guys are going out on a food raid.”
“Not those kinds of supplies,” Shelby said with an exaggerated wince.
“Oh.” Lily had the urge to slap her own forehead. Of course. Not food. Not even basic hygiene stuff, like soap and toothpaste . . . because the Elites who went on food raids thought of all that. But there was one thing no group of seventeen– and eighteen-year-old guys was going to think about: feminine hygiene. “How bad is it?”
“We’re down to one box of panty liners and twenty Always pads.”
Great. That, and nearly fifty teenage girls. Perfect.
True, many of them were so damn thin that they’d stopped menstruating. You needed body fat for that. But there were still plenty of girls for whom this was a huge issue. It was bad enough living in these cramped quarters, without having to go through this crap in a tampon-less world.
“Okay, I’ll handle it. I’ll go talk to Stu.”
Shelby relaxed. “Thanks.”
“No problem.” She didn’t dare complain when the Greens practically worshipped her. Still, she’d bet Joan of Arc never had to do this crap.
Stu was almost to the bay when she reached him.
She didn’t know him that well—certainly not well enough to discuss this with him without dying of humiliation—and she could feel her cheeks burning as she described the problem. It was almost gratifying to see his cocky smirk fade as soon as she started talking.
He gave an awkward shrug and sent a desperate look toward the bay through which the other Elites had already disappeared, like he was looking for rescue. “You can’t be out already. We just brought a bunch of that stuff back.”
Which she knew couldn’t be true, because she’d helped sort the supplies brought in from every food raid the Elites had done since she’d arrived. “When?”
“I don’t know.” He scratched his head, which didn’t make him look any smarter. “Back in December, maybe.”
“In December?” She shook her head. Boys. “That was like, five months ago.”
“So?”
“So. We need more. Do you need a biology lesson? There are nearly fifty of us.” And because his awkwardness was starting to annoy her, she spelled it out. “Always pads, Kotex, tampons, even freakin’ Depends—whatever you can find, bring it back for us.”
“Fine,” he grumbled, edging toward the door. “Make me a list. I’ll get it the next time we go out.”
“Next time won’t cut it. We need stuff now.”
“Okay. Fine.”
“I’m serious, Stu. We need—”
“What do you want to do, come with me to make sure I get the right kind?”
She broke off, eyeing the bay door that he was already edging his way toward. And, just like that, inspiration struck. “Sure. Sounds great.”
Stu stopped dead in his tracks. “What?”
She glanced down at her clothes. She was already dressed warmly, in case she’d been able to talk Carter into letting her go with him up the mountain. She had on her most comfortable sneakers and several layers of clothes in case it got warmer later in the day. The bow and quiver of arrows she’d been practicing with was in the armory, but that was right beside the door. She could walk out of here right now.
“I’ll just tag along on the food raid. It’s a great idea.”
Stu’s gaze shifted nervously. “I’m not sure about this.”
Which was fine, because the more she thought about it, the more sure
“It’s just a simple food raid down the mountain, right?”
“Um . . . yeah, I guess.”
“Come on, Stu. I’m sure you could use the extra help.” Elites pulled patrol duty, guard duty, and food raid duty. And they all did physical training to stay in shape. They barely had time to sleep.
“And Carter’s okay with this?” Stu asked.
Here was the tricky part. “We talked about it just this morning.” Which was technically true. “I’ve been out there,” she reminded him. “I’ve fought and killed Ticks. Besides, I’ve been doing PT with the Elites every morning since I got here. I’m in great shape.”
All of that was totally true.
“Why do I feel like I’m going to regret this?” he grumbled, but in the end, he held open the door and gestured for her to head out with him.
She smiled and for the first time in months felt excited about something—about something
And she ran to get it, just to make sure they didn’t leave without her.
CHAPTER FIVE
Lily
Recon, sit rep, retrieval, extraction.
Lily chanted the words in her head over and over again as she approached the house.
That’s what Stu had drilled into her ever since he’d agreed to let her come along. You get into the building and do a quick reconnaissance to secure the location. You report in to the raid commander so the rest of the raid team knows what’s going down where. You locate any valuable supplies. You retreat to the extraction point.
It all seemed simple enough when they were driving down the mountain. Now, as Jacks, Stu, and Lily approached the empty house, it seemed much less cut-and-dry. Maybe it was the adrenaline pumping through her veins or the sweat pouring off her palms. Or maybe, she’d just gotten used to the relative comfort and safety of Base Camp. Maybe the six weeks in Utah had made her soft.
As she walked up to the house, Lily scanned the area. They were on the outskirts of a tiny town tucked right up against the mountain range in a neighborhood too rural to be suburban. The lots were big and hilly and a creek
