Gone (Gone #1)(13)

Sam cursed under his breath. Then, in a voice just loud enough to carry a tew feet, he said, "Look, all we have to do is hang tight. Someone is going to figure out what's happened and come find us, okay? So everyone just Chill* don't do anything crazy, help each other out snd try to be brave"

To Sam's amazement he heard a ripple of voices repeating what he'd said, passing it on like it was some brilliant remark.

"The only thing we have to fear is fear itself," Astrid whispered.

"What?*

"It's what President Roosevelt said when the whole country was scared because of the Great Depression," Astrid explained.

"You know," Quinn said, "the one good thing about this was that I got away from history class. Now history class is following me"

Sam laughed. Not much, but it was a relief to hear that Quinn still had a sense of humor.

"I have to find my brother," Astrid said.

"Where else could he be?" Sara asked.

Astrid shrugged helplessly. She looked cold in her thin blouse. Sam wished he had a jacket to offer her. "With my parents somewhere. The most likely places are where my dad works or else where my mom ploys tennis. Clifftop"

Clifftop was the resort hotel just above Sam's favorite surfing beach. He'd never been inside or even on the grounds.

"I guess Clifftop is more likely" Astrid said. "I hate to ask, but will you guys go with me?"

"Now?" Quinn asked, incredulous. "At night?"

Sam shrugged. "Better than sitting here, Quinn. Maybe they have TV there"

Quinn sighed. "I hear the food's great at Clifftop. Top-notch service" He stuck a hand out, and Sam hauled him to his feet.

They passed through the huddled crowd. Kids would call out to Sam to ask him what was going or, ask him what they should do. And he would say things like, "Hang in. It's going to be okay, lust enjoy the vacation, man. Enjoy your candy bars while you can. Your parents will be back soon and take it all away"

And kids would nod or laugh or even say "Thanks" as if he had given them something.

He heard his name being repeated. Heard snatches of conversation. "I was on the bus that time" Or, "Dude, he ran right into that building" On "See, he said it would be okay."

The knot in his stomach was growing more painful It would be a relief to walk out into the night. He wanted to get away from all those frightened faces looking to him, expecting something from him.

They walked close to Ore's intersection encampment. The lame fire was sputtering, melting the tarmac beneath the embers. A six-pack of Coors beer rested in an ice-filled cooler. One of Ore's friends, a big baby-faced lump called Cookie, was looking green and woozy.

"Hey. Where do you guys think you're going?" Howard demanded as they approached.

"For a walk" Sam said.

"Two dumb surfers and a genius?"

"That's right. We're going to teach Astrid how to surf. You have a problem with that?"

Howard laughed and looked Sam up and down. "You think voir re the man. don't you, Sam? School Bus Sam. Big deal. You don't impress me"

"That's a shame, because I live my entire life in hopes of impressing you, Howard," Sam said.

Howard's face grew shrewd. "You need to bring us back something."

"What are you talking about?*

"I don't want Ore's feelings to be hurt" Howard said, "I think whatever you're going to get, you should bring him back some."

Ore was sprawled in a looted chair, legs spread, paying only slight attention. His never-wry-focused eyes were wandering. But he grunted, "Yeah," The moment he spoke, several of his crew discovered an interest in Sam's group. One, a tall, skinny kid nicknamed Panda because of his dark-ringed eyes, tapped his metal bat on the blacktop, menacing.

"So you're a big hero or something, huh?" Panda said.

"You're wearing that line out*Sam said.

"No, no, not Sammy, he doesn't think he's better than the rest of us," Howard sneered. He did a rough parody of Sam at the fire. "You get a hose, you get the kids, do this, do that, I'm in charge here, I'm ;., Sam Sam the Surfer Man."

"We're going to go now," Sam said.

"Ah ah ah" Howard said, and pointed upward with a flourish to the stoplight. "Wait till it turns green."

For a tense few seconds Sam considered whether he should have this tight now, or avoid it. Then the light changed and Howard laughed and waved them past.





SIX


290 HOURS, 07 MINUTES

NO ONE SPOKE for several blocks.

The streets grew emptier and darker as they joined the beach road.

"The surf sounds strange," Quinn observed.

"Flat" Sam agreed. He felt like eyes were following him, even though he was out of sight of the plaza.

"Fo-flat, brah," Quinn said. "Glassy. But there's a low-pressure front just out there. Supposed to be a long period swell. Instead it sounds like a lake"

"Weatherman isn't always right" Sam said. He listened carefully, Quinn was better at reading the conditions-Something sounded like it might be strange in the rhythm, but Sam wasn't sure.

Lights twinkled here and there, from houses off to the left, from streetlights, but it was far darker than normal. It was still early evening, barely dinnertime. Houses should have been lit up. Instead, the only lights were those on timers or those left on throughout the day. In one house, blue TV light flickered. When Sam peeked in the window he saw two kids eating chips and staring at the static*