“Not if we figure out how they do it.” He gives my hand a squeeze and brushes the stray tears that have slipped down my cheek. “I’ve been thinking about it, and I have a few ideas. Now that we know about the bugs, we can make sure they won’t always know what we’re planning. You’ve given us an advantage. We just have to be smart enough to use it.”
The doubts I have threaten to consume me. Are we smart enough? Can we out-think a system that has been in place for decades? That has controlled the lives of hundreds of the brightest minds since the world began to rebuild? That is currently controlling us?
Straightening my shoulders, I say, “Well, then we’ll just have to be smart enough. Right?”
“Right.” Tomas smiles. “With the two of us working together, how can we go wrong? And you know what? I’m glad you figured out someone was listening in for another reason.”
“Why’s that?”
“Because the first time I tell you that I’m in love with you, I’d rather not share the moment with Dr. Barnes and his friends.”
The words and the way his lips touch mine make my heart shimmer. I know this is the wrong time to be thinking about love. The stress of the test—knowing our lives are in danger—means I can’t trust my emotions. But the warmth in my veins and the strength I feel just being near Tomas are real. So when his lips leave mine, I’m able to say, “I think I love you, too.”
“You think?” He laughs and hugs me tight against his chest. “Well, I guess it’s good I have a couple hundred miles of road left to convince you.” He drops a kiss on the top of my head and sighs. “We should probably go back and entertain our listening audience before they start wondering if we’ve passed out from eating too much chicken.” He takes my hand, and we start back toward the barn. “You do realize I’m going to have to declare my love again for our audience. Otherwise, they might start wondering why I’m telling you how beautiful you are.”
I can’t help smiling as we walk back into the building and snap the bracelets back onto our wrists. But now that I know people are listening, I can’t seem to come up with anything to say. Thankfully, Tomas doesn’t have the same problem. “I thought I heard a noise outside, but I guess I was wrong. No one was there. Guess with the storm coming, the wind kicked up some debris.”
For a second, I’m confused. Then I realize he’s explaining the silence to whoever was listening. “Good,” I say. “We could both use the rest after last night. I’m not sorry we invited the others to camp with us, but it was hard to sleep with them there.”
“I know.” Tomas lowers himself to the ground and pats the spot next to him, which I take. “I didn’t get much sleep either.”
“Then how do you explain your snoring?” I tease even though Tomas doesn’t snore. Our audience will no doubt find it amusing. We talk about the other three candidates for a while, and then speculate on how our friends might be doing—whether they’ve teamed up with others or are traveling alone. The wind howls in earnest and raindrops begin to pound against the roof.
Once the barn is completely draped in shadows, we get ready for sleep. Settling into the back-corner spot we thought was best protected from the weather, we listen as rain pours from the sky. Water drips from holes in the roof, but the area we have chosen stays blissfully dry.
Tomas puts his arm around me and says, “You know, I really did lie awake for most of last night. I don’t know if this is the right time to say this, but Tracelyn is right. I am in love with you.”
Hearing it for the second time, even if he’s saying it for Dr. Barnes, still makes my breath catch. Like last time, Tomas kisses me, but this kiss is longer, deeper, and stirs my blood. When he pulls away, it takes me longer to recover. Smiling in the dark, I snuggle up ag
ainst him and whisper, “I think I love you, too.”
His answering chuckle chases me into sleep.
Something’s wrong.
Tomas’s arm is still wrapped around me. His breathing is even and steady. A pale gray light streams through the barn. The rain has stopped.
I put my head back down and close my eyes, trying to catch a few more minutes of sleep. And that’s when I hear it.
Panting. Something is here.
My eyes fly open, and I raise my head and look around the dim interior of the barn. Nothing. At least, not that I can see. The panting sound is nearby. I close my eyes to pinpoint the sound. It’s coming from behind me.
Heart pounding, I slide out from under Tomas’s arm, slowly sit up, and turn my head to look at the wall behind us. There’s nothing there. But I can still hear the rapid inhale and exhale of air. There’s a long crack in the corner of the wall where sunlight is streaming in. Being careful not to disturb Tomas, I quietly get to my feet, peer through it, and bite back a scream.
The animal is massive. Standing on its haunches it is as tall as I am, with black and gray fur covering most of its body. In places here and there, leathery pink skin peeks through. What captures my attention most, though, are the hooked claws and the teeth. Several rows of them. Yellow and sharp in a wide, protruding mouth.
Is it a kind of bear or a wolf? If it’s either, this version is unlike any of the species I’ve ever seen. My father has shown me pictures that he took on the outskirts of one of the colonies he worked in. Pictures of animals twisted by the same chemicals and radiation that laid waste to the earth. Some of the animals developed extra limbs or lost their tails. Others lost their fur or gained skin almost impenetrable to weapons. Regardless of the change, every mutated animal became vicious. The smallest rodents with their hairless bodies and oversized ears would attack a human no matter their size. This animal—whatever it might be—outside the barn isn’t small. It’s huge. If it attacks, we will be in serious trouble.
And it is not alone. The large black head swings to the right, and I can see another grayer but equally scary animal standing behind it. It sniffs the air. Has it caught our scent? I think so. Which means we need to get out of here now.
I’m grateful we kept our things packed because we have to move fast. Kneeling, careful not to make a sound, I gently shake Tomas awake. His gray eyes open. His mouth smiles as he sees me, but the warmth and happiness leave his face as he notices the fear on mine. His eyes narrow as I lean close to his ear and whisper, “There are mutated animals outside. We have to get moving.”
He nods and is on his feet, bag in hand, in seconds. Together we cross to the other side of the barn. Every scuff of our shoes or rustle of dry grass under our feet makes my heart jump. Once we are at the door, Tomas whispers, “We’ll run with our bicycles until we get to the road. Then we’ll ride. Okay?”
The barn is about 150 yards from the road. There are rocks, trees, and underbrush between us and the pavement. Not to mention the way back to the road slants uphill. I have no idea how the hook-clawed wolves move or how fast they can run. Perhaps they won’t notice us. Or even if they do, maybe we will be far enough away for them not to give chase. If they do . . . well, I hope they lumber like bears. That might give us a chance. If they are swifter . . .
I clutch my gun, take a deep breath, and say, “Okay. Let’s do it.”