Coldbrook(121)

Vic nodded.

‘But do any of you have any idea what I have to do?’ Marc asked. ‘Any concept of how difficult it is to analyse a new disease and create a vaccine? Give me ten years and I might have an idea of what we’re dealing with here.’

‘Are you saying you can’t do it?’ Lucy asked. ‘Because we’ve come all this way with you, back to where we started.’

‘We came because Jonah told us to,’ Marc said, ‘and now Jonah’s gone.’

They rounded a bend and the road levelled out across the mountain’s wide summit. To their left, nestled in a valley, glinted a gorgeous lake, surrounded by wooded slopes and seeming peaceful and calm.

‘I’ll need volunteers,’ Marc said. ‘Eventually, if I think I can pin down why Jayne’s immune, and create some sort of vaccine, I’ll have to test it on someone. They’ll have to allow me to infect them. I’ll make mistakes.’

They soon reached a crossroads and Vic directed Sean to make a left turn, taking them down around the lake and up the other side of the valley. Over the next ridge lay Danton Rock, and in the valley beyond that was Coldbrook.

‘We should stop when we find somewhere clear,’ Vic said to Sean.

‘Sure thing.’

‘Good,’ Jayne said. ‘I need to stretch my legs before Mister Cheerful here starts cutting me up.’

Marc laughed. Jayne grinned. And Vic felt excluded from their contact, an outsider in a car filled with fellow survivors. He thought of trying to call Holly again but Lucy was sitting beside him, warm and quiet. He’d done everything to get his family back – and he would do anything to keep them.

The huge biker’s name was Chaney. He came from San Francisco, claimed to be descended from Jack London, and said he was a lawyer. He and the rest of his Unblessed were bike enthusiasts from all kinds of backgrounds and jobs, weekend warriors rather than a hardcore gang. They’d been up here touring the Appalachians when the outbreak began. There had been almost twenty of them back then.

‘Why didn’t you try for home?’ Vic asked Chaney.

‘’Cos I’m clever,’ Chaney said. ‘Decided to wait it out where there aren’t many people.’

Vic didn’t ask where a casual gang of bikers had found and learned to use so many weapons.

They got everyone together, and Vic told them that Coldbrook was a government seed vault, a storage facility buried deep in the mountains and designed to withstand catastrophes ranging from nuclear war to climate change to meteor strike.

‘And there’s room for all of us down there?’ Chaney asked. There were over fifty survivors in the convoy now, in a collection of cars, trucks and motorbikes, as well as the bus filled with kids. Vic thought of Coldbrook jammed with all these people.

‘Yeah,’ he said. ‘For a while. There are labs and admin offices down there, and sleeping quarters. There’s an air vent leading to the surface – easy way in, in case it’s locked down.’

‘And what’re you?’ Chaney asked. The big man was smiling, Vic thought, though the extravagant beard all but hid his mouth.

‘Plant scientist,’ Vic said. ‘Er . . . fungi.’

‘Pomologist,’ Chaney said.

‘Yeah. That’s me.’

Chaney nodded. ‘So we get down into your Coldbrook seed vault, then find a cure for a disease that turns everyone into zombies.’

‘That’s it,’ Vic said. He nodded at Marc. ‘Marc and I were at . . . university together. He’s an expert in epidemics.’ He stared at Chaney. ‘A phorologist. And he’s in contact with a lot of his associates around the world. And with Jayne he thinks we might have a chance.’

‘Shouldn’t this all be . . . I dunno, the government?’

‘What government?’ Sean asked.

‘The Centers for Disease Control in Atlanta is gone,’ Marc said. ‘And the fact is that Jayne’s here with us, not anywhere else. How that got to be is a story for when we’re tucked away safe and sound, but—’

Five gunshots rang out.

‘Three of ’em were coming up through the trees!’ a man shouted from the edge of the clearing.

‘Keep your eyes peeled!’ Chaney called. From away in the distance came that low calling.

‘Vic,’ Sean prompted.

So Vic told them all about Danton Rock, and how the only road to Coldbrook passed through that town. Never for a moment did it feel as though he was talking about his home.

‘So let’s roll,’ Marc said.

They returned to their vehicles, and as Vic and Lucy helped Olivia back into the car, Vic felt someone standing behind him.

‘Ma’am, could I speak with your husband?’ Chaney asked.

‘Only if you promise to dance for my daughter again,’ she said, smiling.

‘Well, now,’ Chaney said, and Vic was amazed to see a blush on his cheeks, ‘I’m afraid true art can’t be produced to order. But I’ll see what I can rustle up later.’

Chaney walked a few steps to the side and Vic followed him.

‘Okay, so it’s not a seed vault,’ Vic said.

‘No f*ckin’ shit. I don’t give a damn what it is, so long as what you told us is true. First, that it’s safe. And second, that your guy there might be able to come up with a cure.’