Year One (Chronicles of The One #1)(61)

“What we have, if we’re careful, should cover a couple of weeks.”

Max nodded. “According to Kim, Shaun said there are a couple of small towns—very small—within a few miles. We might find more supplies there. The biggest issue is propane. Without the generator, we don’t have heat, light, or a means to cook. Poe checked the gauge when they got here, and they started out with it full. It’s down fifteen percent now. They’ve been wasting fuel.”

He straightened, looked at her. “We should close off any rooms we don’t need, cut the heat back and use the fireplaces. Kim said there’s a good supply of candles and oil for lamps.”

“Yeah. I’ve got them on the list.”

“So we limit light use. And hot water. We need to work out shower schedules, keep them to five minutes.”

“I didn’t think about the water. I asked Eddie to do laundry.”

“We’re going to need to ration that, too.”

“I know you’re right, just like I know some of them aren’t going to like it. They may not like being assigned certain roles and tasks. I’ll take food—it’s what I do—but there’s cleaning, firewood, more scouting for supplies. And news, Max. We’re so isolated here, Allegra was right about that. It adds safety, but how can we find out what’s going on? No Internet, no TV, no radio.”

He prowled as they talked, prowled, she thought, and considered options, directions.

“We’ll try one of the nearby towns, see if we can find some sort of communication. Or people. We hit three cabins, Lana, and found no sign of anyone. We need to figure out how to self-sustain first, and yeah, you’re right, try to find out what’s going on.”

“Eddie found something.” Lana lowered her voice, glancing back to make sure they were alone. “When he walked Joe this morning, he found some sort of circle of stones back in the woods, and the ground in the center was burned. Not like a campfire. Something off with it, he told me. And Joe wouldn’t go near it, and that he felt, well, he said it wasn’t right, wasn’t natural.”

“It’s easy to get spooked,” Max speculated, “but we should take a look.”

“I didn’t say anything to the others. There’s no point in raising alarm.”

Absently, he brushed a hand down her arm. “Are you sure you’re feeling all right?”

“Promise. In fact, I feel less dragged out than I did this morning. Making soup’s therapeutic.”

“Then let’s get Eddie, go check this out. Anybody asks, we’re getting some air.”

“More firewood,” Lana suggested.

“Even better.”

She’d never been much for winter or tromping through the snow, and Lana could admit without shame she preferred urban hiking through Chelsea or the old Meatpacking District to a hike through a mountain forest.

But there was something astonishing about walking through snapping crisp air, the scent of pine and snow, the somehow majestic silence while an energetic young dog leaped and bounded.

An enormous buck stepped out of the trees to stare at them fearlessly, making her gasp.

“That’s a lot of venison,” Max commented, killing the wonder of the moment for her. “Sorry, but we have to think in practicalities. We found a rifle and a shotgun—both with ammo—in the cabins we went through. Kim suggested stowing them in the garden shed for now. It seemed like a good call.”

“We have enough food for a couple of weeks” was all Lana said.

“You can see where me and Joe broke the trail through here.” Eddie gestured. “Shaun’s folks got some nice land. The going gets pretty steep that way, and I didn’t feel all the way up for that much of a hike, so we headed off here. Hey, Joe! Dude! Come on back here.”

The dog came back, but bellied through the snow to stick close to Eddie’s side.

“He’s figured out we’re going back to the weird. Gives me the bumps of goose right with him.”

“Way out of sight of the house,” Max observed. “Did you see footprints?”

“Didn’t, but it was snowing pretty good when we got here, so if whoever was back here was back here before that?” Eddie spread his hands, then lowered one to rub Joe’s head. “Not gonna let any boogie shoes get you, doggie dude.” Murmuring to Joe, Eddie continued to stroke and soothe. “He’s shaking some.”

“It’s this way?”

“Yeah, up and around that bend—see where we went through before?”

“Yeah.” Max nodded. “Why don’t you wait here with Joe?”

“Don’t mind using my pal here to wimp out. But if you need help, give a shout and we’ll come.”

“You stay with Eddie,” Max said to Lana. “I’ll go check it out.”

“We’ll check it out.” She took his hand. “If it is magickal, two witches are better than one.”

When she took the first step forward, he didn’t argue.

As they approached the bend, she tightened her grip on his hand. “It’s colder. Can you feel it?”

“Yeah. And the air feels thinner.”

He saw it then. He’d expected to find some sort of botched amateur campfire—something like a survivor as inexperienced as himself might attempt. But he knew now what lay ahead hadn’t been the result of an amateur attempt to provide heat and light.