Part 11 (1/2)

”What's it involve?”

”Let's get this stuff home first. Then we'll need to find some volunteers.”

”And then?”

”Then we go back out to the edge of town.”

Russ stopped walking. When I turned around, he was staring at me as if I'd lost my mind.

”What?”

”You want to go back to the darkness?”

Yeah.” I nodded. ”That's my idea. For starters, at least. After that, we'll see. It all depends on what happens when we reach the town limits.”

”I don't like the way this sounds.”

”Just hold off,” I said. ”Let's go home first. Then hear me out.”

CHAPTER TEN

We made it back to the apartment building without anyone ha.s.sling us or trying to take our stuff. We knocked on Cranston's door, but he didn't answer, so the rest of us sat in my living room, and I told Russ and Christy what I was thinking. They were less than thrilled with my idea after I explained it to them. Christy tried for half an hour to talk me out of it. She was patient and understanding. Russ was a little bit more succinct.

”f.u.c.k that noise,” he said. ”You're as crazy as Dez is, Robbie.”

They got me to agree to sleep on it and wait until the next day, but that was a little victory. My mind was already made up. I just didn't tell them that.

After I gave him his gun back, Russ carried his share of the loot up to his apartment, leaving Christy and me alone. We went through our kitchen, cupboard by cupboard, setting aside everything with a short shelf life or expiration date so that we could eat it first, and then putting away all of the stuff from the grocery store. I felt a little better, knowing that we wouldn't starve to death for a while. Christy must have felt better too, because she continued her efforts at persuasion while we worked.

”Just answer me this,” she said. ”What's the point? Why are you doing this?”

”I told you why.”

”No, I mean, what's the real real reason? Are you really trying to help everyone, or is this just to make yourself feel better?” reason? Are you really trying to help everyone, or is this just to make yourself feel better?”

”That's a h.e.l.l of a thing to ask, Christy.”

”I don't mean it like that. But think about it for a minute, Robbie. You feel guilty about yesterday. I know you do. And so do I. But helping people now isn't going to bring that woman and her baby back.”

”You'd like that, wouldn't you? Means you'd get your precious f.u.c.king car back again.”

She slammed a can of wax beans down on the counter. ”That's not what I'm saying, and you know it!”

”I'm sorry. I didn't mean to sound that way. It's just the...” I waved my hand in the direction of the window. ”I'm sorry.”

”It's okay. I understand. Remember, I'm feeling those things, too.”

”All the more reason to try this,” I said. ”We need to know more about what we're up against because right now, we don't know s.h.i.+t. People died last night. Right here, in their homes. Everybody is tense and on edge. Now, sure, some of that could be attributed to the situation in general. When something like this happens, some people are gonna snap. But it's not just the situation, and we both know it. There's more to it. Something out there is making making us feel this way. It wants us to fight. It's making us hallucinate-showing us dead people in the darkness. And there's more.” us feel this way. It wants us to fight. It's making us hallucinate-showing us dead people in the darkness. And there's more.”

”What?”

I told her about what Russ and I had discussed, how the stars were gone and the rain wasn't getting through the barrier (because I'd begun thinking of the darkness as just that-a black barrier separating us from everything else).

”There's no easy explanation for any of this, outside of Buffy Buffy or or The X-Files The X-Files. That's why we need to learn more about it.”

”But you know what could happen. I don't want you going up to it again. Not after yesterday.”

”This time, I'll be careful. I know what it can do now. If my grandfather appears again, I know to just ignore him. Please, Christy. Somebody has to step up. Someone has to help us. And if n.o.body else is volunteering, then I guess I have to. It's not like I want to go back to the dark's edge. But I don't see a f.u.c.king choice here, babe.”

Pouting, she began putting the groceries away again. The conversation was over, and I knew that I had won. She didn't speak her approval. She gave no sign of consent at all. She didn't have to. Her silence was all the go ahead I needed. Live with Christy long enough and you'll learn that. Oh sure, it also meant that I was in the doghouse and that I wouldn't be getting laid for the next two weeks-but she wouldn't leave me over it either.

She didn't argue about it anymore.

She also didn't demand to come along with me again.

I'd expected her to. Prepared for it, in fact. But she didn't, and that bothered me in ways I can't even explain. I didn't know why it bothered me. What, just because she's my girlfriend, she was supposed to come along and watch me possibly die? That wasn't fair to ask of her, but I felt like asking anyway. Instead, I stacked cups of instant noodles on top of boxes of oatmeal and tried to ignore it.

We worked that way for a long time, and neither of us said anything.

We didn't have to.

We each knew what the other was thinking, and those thoughts were dark.

As he'd promised, Russ invited us upstairs for dinner. He tried inviting Cranston, too, but our downstairs neighbor wasn't answering his door.

”You think he's okay?” I asked Russ. ”He seemed pretty freaked out earlier. I didn't get the impression he'd just go wandering outside.”

”He's probably asleep,” Russ said. ”Or pa.s.sed out.”

”Or too afraid to open the door,” Christy suggested.

While Christy and I made ourselves comfortable, Russ put a frying pan on top of the kerosene heater and fried up the steaks and pork chops. The chops got burned and the steaks were half-raw, but they were just about the best thing I've ever eaten. We complemented them with a loaf of bread, wanting to eat it before it went bad. Dessert was some fresh pears and peaches. We ate them unwashed-just rubbed them a few times on our s.h.i.+rts and then chomped down. They had a few brown spots, but otherwise, they were still okay. The juice dribbled down our chins.

After we'd finished, Russ turned the heater off. I was relieved. It was stifling inside his tiny apartment. My underarms were sweating, and I idly wondered what Walden would smell like once everybody ran out of deodorant.

Russ suggested we adjourn to the roof, but Christy balked at the idea. When we asked her why, she just shook her head.

”Come on,” I insisted. ”It's cooler up there.”

”I don't want to,” she said. ”The roof scares me.”

”Since when? You've been up on the roof hundreds of times.”

”You guys will just make fun of me.”

”No, we won't,” Russ said. ”What is it?”