Part 55 (1/2)
”Listen, listen,” Seth said, and someone shouted him down. They needed to get out of here, and now.
”No,” someone else said. It may have been Hank, but Wayne wasn't really sure.
”How did they find us? How did so many...”
”...gotta get to the trucks and...”
”...to shut up. They can hear...”
”...already know we're in here...”
”...how many are there...”
Gunshots from above brought silence, then the hollow thump of the aluminum roof sheets s.h.i.+fting beneath the weight of the gunmen.
”If you'd just listen for a minute,” Seth said, no longer bothering to keep his voice down. ”I was trying to-” Another shot interrupted him. He raised his voice: ”Steve and Brian are on the roof. We're safe here. That's why we-”
Static, and then a voice: ”Seth. It's Brian. Over.”
Motioning for those around him to stay silent, Seth plucked the walkie-talkie from his hip and held it to his face. ”Talk to me. Over.”
”There's gotta be fifty or sixty out here right now. Over.”
”We can handle that.”
A few seconds of silence. Wayne looked at his watch again. He could hear one of the kids upstairs, crying. Somewhere, a walking corpse pounded on the side of the warehouse with what sounded like a pipe. More gunshots.
”Brian? Over.”
”Yeah, we can, but we're making a h.e.l.l of a lot of noise. They might just keep coming. You know how-”
The shouts from those around Seth drowned out the rest. The large group splintered into smaller groups, the familiar cliques coming together at last.
”...it's Wayne's fault...”
”...finish the job!”
”...followed his trail...”
”...that's not how it works. They're not that smart...”
”...led them right to us...”
”...where is he...”
Crouching in the darkness, Wayne pulled his gun, killed the safety. Almost. Almost.
Seth's small group pulled together, shouted for everyone to listen, said that they had to work together, that they'd survive if they could just- ”The trucks,” one of Zach's pals said, his own group advancing on Seth's. Everywhere, people scurried, vanis.h.i.+ng into the offices that served as their living quarters. Above, the gunfire continued. Outside, the dead howled and pressed in. ”Give us the keys. We're getting the f.u.c.k out of here.”
”I'm not giving you the keys, Tevin. Just take a minute and think about what you're-”
Someone shot Seth, and then the air was buzzing with lead.
Wayne dropped low and let the whole thing play itself out. A second of silence, followed by the cries of the wounded. On the roof, the men continued to fire their guns. The dead hammered the building. Someone ran by, their flashlight beam bobbing.
Wayne leapt to his feet and took the stairs two at a time.
”Here they are,” someone said. Wayne heard keys jingling, and then he was in the cla.s.sroom. He closed the door behind him.
Sue held the small black boy to her chest. He pressed his face to her neck, weeping. Some of the kids were standing, tears in their eyes. Others still sat amid their sheets and pillows, stuffed animals held to their chests. Patty sat at the back of the cla.s.s, just out of the glow cast by Sue's lantern. She held two children close to her.
”What's happening?” Barely holding it together. ”Who's shooting?”
”Some guys are on the roof picking them-”
”No. Someone in the warehouse fired a gun.”
”Seth. Someone-”
”Seth shot somebody?”
”No. Somebody shot Seth. We have to-”
”Oh, G.o.d. Is he-”
”Are you ready? Wayne said.
”Now?” Sue asked, looking around, jittery. ”Wait, where's Morgan?”
”Bathroom,” Patty said.
”Jesus.” Sue bit her lip and stood. ”Kids, get up, we're going.”
”Not you, hearts,” Patty said to the kids in the back, and closed her eyes.
Leticia, Greg, and Shawn gathered by Wayne's side. Sue looked around. ”Where's Sarah? Sarah?”
”She's staying with me,” Patty said, pulling one of the shadows closer, her voice slurred.
Wayne said, ”We can come back. You can fit. We all can fit. We can-”
”G.o.dd.a.m.n it.” Sue made fists at Patty and screamed, ”You idiot!”
”You're going on foot?” Patty said.
”The Jeep is just four blocks away,” Wayne answered. ”We can-”
”You told Seth that you left it behind,” Patty said. ”You're going to get them killed.”