Year One (Chronicles of The One #1)(38)

They got in. Max watched in the rearview, held his hand over the ignition to start it when he saw Eddie and the dog trotting back.

“Jump in, Joe.” Eddie slid in after the dog. “Gonna say thanks again. It’s going to feel good making some miles sitting down instead of on my feet.”

As Max pulled out of the lot, Lana swiveled around to look at Eddie. “How far have you come?”

“Don’t know exactly. I was up in the Catskills. Friend of mine got an off-season caretaker job at this half-assed resort up there. Like something out of the movie—you know the Dirty Dancing movie with the cabins and all that?”

“‘Nobody puts Baby in a corner.’”

“Yeah, that’s the one. This place wasn’t as nice as in the movie. Kinda run-down, you know? But I went up to help him out—we were doing some repairs, too.

“We didn’t watch much TV, and the Internet was pretty much jackshit, but then we heard about people getting sick when we went into the town nearby one night to toss back some beer.”

Joe stretched out over his lap, and Eddie stroked and petted with his long, bony fingers.

“I guess that was about three weeks ago—lost track. I called home—had to go into town for that, too—the next day because I couldn’t get through that night. Cell reception was buggy back at the resort, and the owners shut down the landline phones in the winter. Cheap bastards. Anyway, I couldn’t reach my ma, and got more worried. Then I got ahold of my sister. She said how Ma was real sick in the hospital, and Jesus, I could hear Sarri was sick, too.”

He kept stroking the dog, but turned to stare out the side window. “I went back, to pack up, tell Bud—my friend—and I could see he wasn’t feeling good. This bad cough. But we packed up, started out before nightfall—left his truck there because he wasn’t feeling up to driving by then. He got sicker, sick enough I detoured off to find a hospital.”

He shifted back to look at Lana. “It was crazy, man, just nuts. This little Podunk town, and everybody’s trying to get out any way they can. I could see, like, boarded-up houses and shops—and some busted into—but they had a hospital, and I got Bud to it.”

He took a slow breath. “I couldn’t just leave him that way, but my ma and Sarri … I couldn’t reach either of them when I tried from that place. Called half a dozen people before I got one to answer. My second cousin Mason. He said—God, he sounded bad, too. He said my ma and his both were gone, and Sarri was in the hospital and it didn’t look good. He couldn’t get out, he said not to come home, it was bad there. Nothing I could do. No point trying to call my old man. He took off not long after Sarri was born, and I wouldn’t know where to … Anyway. Bud didn’t make it. Sarri or Mason, either.”

“I’m sorry, Eddie.”

After swiping at his damp eyes, he went back to stroking Joe. “I just started driving, wasn’t thinking straight. Then I got to this place in the road, all blocked with cars so I couldn’t get through. Turned the truck around, headed another way. I just kept hitting roads that were blocked up, then the truck broke down on me. Better than two weeks, I guess, I’ve been on foot. Learned to stay clear of your bigger towns—bad shit happening, man, serious shit. Back roads are better. I think about heading home—that’d be a little spot called Fiddler’s Creek, outside of Louisville. But I don’t think I could stand it knowing my ma and my sis are dead. Don’t think I could stand going home knowing they’re not there. You lose anybody?”

“I lost my parents a few years ago,” Lana told him. “I’m an only child. Max can’t reach his parents—they’re in Europe. We’re going to meet up with his brother.”

“I pray he’s well. I’m not much good at praying, though my ma tried to make me a God-fearing churchgoer. But I’ve been practicing just lately, so I’ll pray he stays well.”

Max flicked a glance in the rearview. “Thanks.”

“I figure we got to try looking out for each other now.” Eddie rubbed his bruised jaw. “Some don’t see it that way. Sure glad you do. You’re city—it shows. What city?”

“New York,” Max told him.

“No shit? I heard it was, like, real bad there. When’d you get out?”

“Yesterday morning, and it is bad.”

“It’s bad everywhere,” Lana added. “More than a billion people dead from this virus. They keep saying the vaccine’s coming, but—”

“You ain’t heard.”

She turned again to look at Eddie, saw his eyes had gone big, wide as an owl’s. “Heard what?”

“Right out of New York, too. I found me and Joe a little farmhouse yesterday. My ribs were aching like a bitch, and I thought maybe they’d let me sleep in the barn or something. Nobody there. They’d cleared out, so I stayed in the house. Had a generator, so I got that going, had my first hot shower in a week, and goddamn that was sweet. Had a TV, and I figured to watch some of the DVDs they had—left all that behind. But I turned it on and it surprised the shit out of me I got this news on there. The girl giving the report—ah … funny name.”

“Arlys? Arlys Reid?” Lana asked.

“Yeah, yeah. I thought I’d watch awhile, see what was what maybe. Plus, she’s pretty hot. And while she’s talking, this guy comes up, sits down. Skunk drunk. I’ve seen him before. Bob Somebody.”