โNo.โโ
Oliver crumpled the piece of paper in his ๏ฌst.
That crushing weight lifted from Redโs chest, just a little. She could breathe again and she did. No. The ๏ฌnal vote was no. Threeย no,ย twoย yes.ย Which meant they werenโt going to kick her out of the RV, they werenโt going to send her out to her death. She was alive.
Arthur sighed, closing his eyes.
Maddy clasped her hands to her cheeks, bottom lip threatening to go. Simon nodded, his mouth tight, and Reyna looked up at the ceiling,
stretching out her neck.
Oliver kept the vote in his hand, ๏ฌst tightening around it, crushing it.
Something curdled in Redโs gut, beside the cool rush of relief, something hot and unwelcome. Two people voted for her to die. Oliver sheโd expected, it was his idea after all. But of the four leftโMaddy, Arthur, Reyna and Simon
โone of them voted for her to go. That hurt more than she could say, twisting through her insides, the feeling making itself a home there beside the guilt and the shame, those hot, red feelings. What was worse, knowing or never knowing who it was?
โThank god,โ Maddy exhaled, rushing forward, past the others. She stepped up to Red and wrapped her in a tight hug, trapping Redโs arms by her sides. โThank god,โ she said again, pressing her cheek against Redโs, not letting go. Red could feel her heart too, wingbeat fast in her chest.
โItโs okay,โ Red said as Maddy ๏ฌnally pulled away. โIโm ๏ฌne.โ
Maddy stood back and studied her face, eyes brimming with the threat of tears. โYou sure?โ she asked.
No, Red wasnโt ๏ฌne at all, put another check in theย NOย box on the back of Arthurโs hand. She wasnโt ๏ฌne but she was alive and, really, how was that much di๏ฌerent from the rest of her life?
Arthur caught her eye across the way. He lifted his chin up, blinking slowly at her, his hands clasped together in front of him, squeezing, like it was her hand he was holding.
Red squeezed back, ๏ฌst at her side.
โWhat do we do now?โ Simon asked, speaking into the emptiness of the RV, only their breathing and the swirl of the ever-present static.
No one answered, no one knew how to. Especially not Red. Should she thank them for not sending her out, was that what everyone was waiting for? Thank three of them, at least. How was she ever going to stop thinking about that?
Red pressed her elbows into the counter and leaned into them, taking the weight o๏ฌ her feet. Fuck, she was tired. Bone-tired and bone-scared, and when would this terrible night ever end?
Oliver blew out a mouthful of air, cheeks ticking as his mouth ๏ฌickered. He turned, collecting the unfolded votes from the table, dropping them back one by one into the bowl. Twoย yes,ย threeย no.ย It had been close. What if just one more person had turned?
Oliver picked up the bowl and walked toward the kitchen counter, toward Red.
He placed the bowl down, skidding around its lower rim, the ceramic clattering against the surface before it came to a ๏ฌnal stop.
Red watched it and then she watched him. He glanced up then, meeting her eyes, dark shadows across his.
โIโm sorry, Red,โ Oliver said, voice too ๏ฌat, too normal in this most un-normal time and place.
It happened so fast.
Oliver lunged at her, arms coiling around her waist, iron-tight, pinning down her arms.
โOliver, no!โ Red screamed.
He lifted her o๏ฌ her feet, body braced against his as he stumbled toward the front door.
โNO!โ Maddy screeched, inhuman, the sound curling in and out of Redโs ears as she writhed in Oliverโs grip.
She couldnโt move her arms, but she kicked out, trying to catch the wall and push back against him.
Her feet slipped o๏ฌ.
Oliver stretched out one arm, slamming his elbow down against the handle and kicking the door open.
โOLIVER, DONโT!โ Arthurโs voice roared. Footsteps crashing.
Screams.
The RV shook. But it was too late.
The door was open into the wide-open nothing of outside. The black night ready and waiting.
Oliverโs arms were crushing her, and then they werenโt. He let Red go, shoving her forward, out through the open door.
Red landed on one ankle on the steps. She tripped, falling over herself, the momentum too much.
She rolled down, the ๏ฌnal step jumping up to crash against her hip, sending her on.
Red crumpled, facedown, hands-down, against the dirt and gravel of the road. Spitting out a mouthful.
The door of the RV slammed shut behind her. She was alone.
She was outside.
Not alone, actually, as she raised her head from the road, dirt and grit on her tongue, against her teeth.
There was Don, just a few feet away, folded backward in a way people shouldnโt bend. Looking toward his wife, even in death. His head was undone at the back, a mess of blood and bone, hunks of ๏ฌesh and brain matter on the road.
Only shoes, that was all Red could see of Joyce. The rest of her disappeared beyond the corner of the RV, the full beams carving a path through the black of night, trees waving in the distance.
โOLIVER, MOVE!โ
Red heard shouting behind the closed door. Thumping.
Scu๏ฌing.
Red pushed herself up, onto her knees.
She stared out at the scrubland, eyes scanning across the darkness. The grass spoke to her, staggering in the wind, cool on her cheeks.
The sniper was out there, hiding in the night. She couldnโt see him, but he could see her.
โGET OUT OF THE WAY, OLIVER!โ
Where was the red dot? Was it on her forehead right now, somewhere between her eyes? Last few seconds of having a face.
Her eyes ๏ฌicked again to Don, those tiny pieces of ๏ฌesh and skull and brain that would rebuild the puzzle of his head. Which part of the brain was it, the part that told you where youโd put down your keys or your phone? Red must already be missing that part. And where were those red feelings kept, the guilt, the shame? Red hoped those would be the ๏ฌrst to blow apart, leave her with some of the good fragments, the better memories.
She waited for the crack, the last sound sheโd hear.
Thereโd be no volley of ri๏ฌe shots at her funeral. No bagpipes weeping โAmazing Grace.โ
โSimon, help me!โ
Her knees were wet against the road, the sweet, cloying smell of gasoline soaking through.
No, no. She couldnโt die like this. On her knees, like Mom. Knowing it was coming.
She tried to push up, but all the strength was gone from her, all the ๏ฌght, crashing back down.
Red glanced down at her legs. Why werenโt they working? And then she saw it.
The red dot.
Circling there, on her chest. Riding up and down the lines of her checked shirt. Hiding in the frame of her buttons.
This was it.
Soon thereโd be a hole there instead, where her heart used to be. This was it.
Red closed her eyes.
What thoughts should be her last?
The same as her Momโs? Anger. Hate. Replaying that last ๏ฌght when everything ended, so she lived for eternity in that horrible moment, stuck in the loop. Mom died and she took everything with her. How could she do that to Red? Mom died on her knees and it was all Redโs fault, and Red was going to die on her knees and it was all Momโs fault. Blame enough to go around, doubling and doubling until there was too much and Red couldnโt bear it anymore. Take those feelings away, blow them out of her head.
She waited. Waited.
Red opened her eyes, just as dark outside as it was in.
It had already been long. Too long. Lifetimes in seconds. But it had been more than seconds, hadnโt it? It had been minutes now.
Why hadnโt he taken the shot? The red dot was right there on her chest, ready. Why was she still alive?
Pounding in her ears, but it wasnโt her heart. It was coming from the RV behind. Screams and shouts and crashing andโ
The sound of the door ๏ฌying open, whacking against the metal-sheeting side.
Three footsteps.
Arms around her waist again, locking on.
โIโve got you, Red,โ Arthur said in her ear, hoisting her to her feet, dragging her back up the steps, her body pressed against his.
The red dot slipped o๏ฌ her chest, down one leg, and disappeared into the night.
Arthur tripped on the top step, legs skating on the ๏ฌoor to pull them back inside the RV, ๏ฌngers imprinting between Redโs ribs as he dragged her.
โMaddy, the door!โ he shouted in Redโs ear.
Maddy jumped over them on the ๏ฌoor, darting forward to snatch the T-shirt rope tied to the door. She heaved it, grabbing the handle as it swung back within reach.
The door slammed shut.
Red collapsed back against Arthur, looking down, searching her chest for the red dot, for a hole, for a burble of blood.
Someone was screaming. It was her.
