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But Seattle was the worst place to be. Hughes’ family stood no chance, not only because they lived at ground zero but because of his wife’s … situation.
Sheila had been depressed for years. She went weeks in a row without leaving the house or even getting out of bed except to use the bathroom. Hughes earned just enough from his job that she didn’t need to work, so when Tyler was born, they agreed she should spend at least a few years taking care of their son. But it wasn’t long after she became a stay-at-home mom that she sank into a personal hell from which she never emerged.
Hughes never did figure out why. It wasn’t because she stayed home. He hadn’t forced her. He wasn’t that type of guy, and it was her idea anyway. She seemed to love it at first. She took more pleasure in taking care of that boy than anything else. But something switched on or off in her head and sent her spiraling into a void.
Sheila’s morbid depression frightened their son Tyler. He was too young to understand it. Hell, Hughes didn’t understand it either. At least he was an adult and knew these things sometimes happened to people, but he had no idea how to explain it to a six-year-old. Tyler did his best, though, to handle it stoically. He didn’t cry, didn’t complain, didn’t needle his mother about it. He was going to be just like his father. At least he would have been had he survived.
Hughes guessed she had some kind of chemical imbalance that altered her personality, but she never had a brain scan, never saw a doctor who did anything more than prescribe pills. And one day she just pulled the sheets over her head and never got up again, at least not for long.
The one day in her life when Sheila should have stayed in bed was the first time in over a month that she went into the living room and opened the curtains to let in some light.
Five of those things burst through the window.
She knew what was happening out there. Hughes had told her, but she paid little attention. News of the plague didn’t seem real to her clouded mind, as if it were just some story on the radio. It had to be seen to be believed, and Sheila hadn’t seen anything. It didn’t fully register for Hughes either until he went to the hardware store for supplies and found the door ripped off its hinges, the shelves stripped down to leftovers, and one of those things hunched over the body of the store clerk.
Or maybe Sheila just didn’t care. Perhaps she surrendered. Surely it must be easier for a morbidly depressed person to face the fact that the world was circling the drain. Sheila’s world had already circled the drain. Maybe she was suicidal there at the end. Opening the curtains was just her way of taking a bottle of pills. Hughes had to admit that was possible.
But he never wanted to know for sure because he’d never forgive her. One of those things damn near took Tyler’s head off before Hughes put a bullet through its spine.
His poor boy. Tyler fell to the kitchen floor, convulsed like he was being electrocuted, and bled out in less than a minute. At least he didn’t suffer for long, and he died before he could turn. Hughes didn’t have to put his boy out of his misery, nor did he have to shoot his boy to defend himself. Hughes doubted he could have done it. Unlike Sheila, his survival instinct was still intact, but if he’d had to kill his own son, even in self-defense, it would have been the second-to-last thing he ever did.
Sheila wasn’t as lucky as Tyler. She, too, was bitten, but she was bitten in the back while running into the bedroom. Hughes popped the one that bit her and finished the other three off in the hallway, then he barricaded himself next to his wife in the bedroom and did everything he could to make her last hours comfortable. He waited until she slipped out of consciousness before suffocating her with a pillow.
He buried them out in the yard before he left town.
Hughes hadn’t grieved yet. He had not even started. That particular circuit in his head had switched off. A whole series of pathways in his brain just went dark. He noticed it happening. The emotional part of his personality went into sleep mode and stayed there.
Maybe something like that was what happened to Annie, only she lost her memory instead of her feelings.
Hughes knew his emotions hadn’t died, though. They were just resting. They would be back.
Lane will be one lucky bastard if he dies one way or another before it happens.
Annie’s first night since she woke in the forest didn’t go well. Lane had designated a place for everybody to sleep, and she and Carol were sent to the floor near the restrooms. He promised everyone that he’d ease up when they got to the island and could spread out, but Annie didn’t believe him.
She lay on the cold floor next to Carol. They covered themselves in warm jackets and used fleece sweatshirts for pillows.
It’s too bad, she thought, they couldn’t spend the night in a motel. There had to be one nearby. But of course it wouldn’t be safe.
She felt comforted by the fact that she could see. Lane had placed a candle in one of the checkout aisles, no doubt so he’d know if anyone tried to sneak around. She didn’t like his reasons, but she approved of the results. The stuttering shadows on the ceiling and walls reminded her of more peaceful times.
But she thought the light, faint as it was, might put them in danger since the boards didn’t reach all the way to the tops of the windows. If sunlight could get in during the day, candlelight could get out at night.
She was more afraid of the dark, though. She hadn’t yet seen the total darkness of night in a world with no power. She couldn’t remember seeing it anyway. She’d have to experience it for the first time all over again, and she wasn’t ready for that. Even the tiniest sounds would freak her out. She thought about taking the ring off her finger and letting her hand breathe, but she didn’t want to lose it on the floor so she just twisted it.
Carol was lying next to her. The poor thing was even more of a wreck, but her presence still gave Annie comfort.
“How you holding up, Carol?” Annie whispered.
“Okay, I think,” Carol said. “Thanks.” Carol did sound okay, especially under the circumstances. Maybe Annie’s presence was helping her too. “How are you holding up?”
“Okay. I’m a little bit numb.”
They were silent for a few moments. They both seemed to want to talk, but didn’t know what to say. Annie figured she should start with the basics. “How did you meet these guys?”
“Hughes found me on the road. He was on his way down to Portland. I was on my way up to Seattle. The roads were so jammed with cars that everyone had to walk. And then—”
Annie heard Carol swallow hard.
“It’s okay,” Annie said. “You don’t have to talk about it.”
“I probably should talk about it.” She sounded a little more sure of herself now. “I’m not usually like this.”
“What did you do before?”
“I owned a restaurant in the Pearl District in Portland.”
“Wow.”
“You know that part of town?”
“No, but it sounds fancy.”
“It is. It’s an old warehouse district that was gentrified by artists back in the ’90s, then upgraded again by people with money. It’s like SoHo in New York. Very prestigious, very expensive. Well, at least it was like SoHo in New York. Now I guess it must look like this place.”
Annie listened to her own breath. She could hear her heartbeat in her ears and the blood rushing into her head. She wondered if the Pearl District was as quiet as this place, or if it was loud because it was overrun with infected people.
“We were attacked,” Carol said.
“In Portland?” Annie said.
“No. On the road. Me and Hughes. Everyone, actually. There were thousands of us. We all had to get out of our cars and walk. I stayed on the right side of the road. Everyone did. Those going north walked on one side and everyone going south walked on the other side. Like we were driving, you know? You drive on the right side while oncoming traffic is on the left.”
“That’s when you were attacked?”
“We heard screams up ahead. The screams must have been a half-mile away at first, but they were loud. Incredibly loud and coming from the north. Everyone on my side of the street stopped. It was a pedestrian traffic jam. Then I started to get pushed the other direction. People who had been walking north were running south. People on the other side of the
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