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“Jacks . . . I . . .” I look around, wishing I had some privacy to speak with him. How do I explain how much I missed him and how often I thought about him? “I’m so glad you’re okay. . . . I was scared you didn’t make it.”
“I had to keep myself safe. I knew it was my only chance of seeing you again.”
I think of our last moments together, Jacks covered in Tank’s blood. Is he still the Jacks I knew? He defeated Tank and then had to turn around and kill his own father. I hope he knows it was a necessity. I hope he’s safe.
I collapse onto the bed.
I want to fight, but all I can do is wait.
Kay looks at me for a moment. “How are you holding up?”
“I’m . . . fine.” I tell her, hiding the truth. I’m far from fine, but I can’t break down again, not now when I’m so close.
She didn’t try to comfort me. Instead she acted as if we’d never been apart, and started talking tactics. It worked, pulling me from my sorrow. I wiped my tears and listened to her strong, able voice.
“I won’t. I said good-bye to my father. I’ll go back to my cell and lock myself in. I’ll be safe there.”
“If you live,” I say, tears streaming down my face. “Your uncle knows how to contact New Hope. That’s where I’ll be.”
“New Hope,” he repeats, nodding. “I’ll find you in New Hope. I promise.”
He hugs me to him, brushes his lips with mine, and then pushes me toward the open door of the hover-copter. Before I know what is happening, the door has closed me inside. I collapse onto the floor of the hover-copter and hug my knees.
The ache in my chest worsens the farther we get from Fort Black. I realize that all those feeling for Jacks that I buried deep down inside are now being ripped from their hiding space and are rushing to the surface. I cry into my knees and for the first time in a long time, let myself feel.
I look at Jacks, who is slowly regaining his senses. “Amy, go. I’ll be fine.”
I shake my head. “You’ll die.”
Pam takes a key from her pocket and throws it to me. This time I don’t catch it, and it skitters across the concrete walkway and over the side, falling two floors down.
Once I snap the lock on them, there’ll be no turning back. My resolve breaks. “Pam, please.” I try one last time. “You don’t need to die.”
“If Mike dies, I don’t want to live.” She gazes at his face, stroking his head, pulling away the last, wispy brown hair as she does so.
I place the padlock between the two bars of the door and the cell. “Last chance,” I tell her.
“Do it.” She doesn’t look up. I close the padlock with a click that echoes through the cellblock. I have sentenced her to death.
I sidestep a man on his knees, holding his ears, his face contorted in pain. Auditory sensitivity, one of the first signs he’s been infected. I level my gun, but I can’t bring myself to shoot him. He’s still a person.
In the bottom of my belly I feel a familiar quivering.
Fear.
I’ll be fine, I tell myself sternly. I lived for years in the shadows. I’m not afraid of the dark. It will make it easier to avoid the Floraes and get back inside.
He lunges greedily for me, and I don’t allow myself to hesitate. I can’t consider the fact that this creature was a man just seconds ago. I grab my gun, take aim, and shoot. His head snaps back from the impact and he falls over. Another Florae rushes to his side and begins to feed on him.
“How are you feeling?” I ask when I notice her eyes are open.
Brenna sits up woozily from the shabby couch and looks at her bandaged hand, blood seeping through the dressing. “Like crap.”
“Well, hopefully this worked.”
“Yeah. I’ll be pretty pissed if you cut off my fingers and I still turn into a green flesh-eating freak.”
“All the more reason to play the game and be careful,” she tells me. “It won’t help anyone if you’re dead.”
“That’s why,” I say quietly, “I can’t promise that I’ll stay here. But I can promise that I won’t abandon you. If I leave, I’ll tell you first.”
He stares at me, as if wanting more, but that’s all I have to give.