Run - Blake Crouch [74]
Mathias handed the radio back to Mike and started for the door. “Liz, stand guard outside. If they try to leave, shoot them.”
Dee brought the lit candle over from the dresser and down with her and Cole onto the floor.
“Come on Naomi, I don’t want you near the window.”
Her daughter climbed off the bed, said, “We’re going to be killed if we stay in here.”
Dee crawled over to Naomi’s bed and lifted the mattress.
“Still there?” Naomi whispered.
“Yeah.”
Dee took the gun and eased the mattress back down. She ejected the magazine—still fully loaded—then coughed to cover the metallic clatter as she popped the magazine home and jacked a round.
“Both of you, get dressed quickly,” she whispered. “Put on every piece of clothing they gave you.” Dee went to the closet and tugged the three black parkas off the hangers, handed Naomi and Cole theirs, slid into hers.
Then she knelt between them, Cole struggling with the laces of the hiking boots they’d given him which were a size too big.
“Take Cole over there and crouch down with him behind the mattress until I come back for you.”
“How long will you be gone?”
“Two minutes tops.”
Dee approached the door, trying to steady the Glock in her hand.
Glanced back at her children hiding behind the bed, could see only a bit of Naomi’s hair.
She spoke through the door, “Liz? You out there?”
No answer.
Dee slid the Glock into the front pocket of her parka and pulled the door open.
Whispered, “Liz?”
The woman squatted ten feet away, watching the far woods with her back to the door. Dee would have shot her then but she had no faith in her aim.
“Liz?”
The woman looked back. “He told you to stay inside.”
“I need to talk to you.”
Liz stood and started back toward the cabin. A machine pistol dangled from a strap around her neck. Her right hand held it trained on Dee. She drew in deep lungfuls of air though it wasn’t sufficient oxygen to fuel the raging pump of her heart.
Liz stopped at the foot of the steps, two feet below her. “What?”
Dee breathless, lightheaded.
“Isn’t there a safer place you can put us?”
“Mathias wants you here, so you stay here. Now go back inside or I’ll fuck you up a little.”
Dee wasn’t sure if Liz would even notice in the starlight, but she suddenly diverted her eyes toward the woods, let her brow scrunch into a subtle furrow. In the time it took Liz to glance back at whatever she thought Dee had seen, Dee drew the Glock from the parka pocket, had it waiting when Liz looked back, aimed down at her face.
Liz’s eyes went wide and she said, “Cunt.”
Dee pulled the trigger.
Liz dropped like she’d been poured out of a glass. Dee stood frozen, staring down at her, awestruck. How short the distance from life and thought to a sprawled shell in the grass. Knew she could have stood there all night trying to wrap her head around it and been no closer at sunrise. No closer forty years from now, or whenever the end of her days might come.
A spark flared across the field in the trees, the report right on its heels. Other muzzleflashes erupting in the forest like lightning bugs and the night filling with gunshots and men yelling.
She hurried back into the cabin, found her children still hiding behind the bed just like she’d told them.
“Time to leave, guys.”
Movement everywhere—shadows running through the dark and voices broken by sporadic shots. As she led her children around the side of the cabin, a distant burst of machine gun fire shredded the front door.
“Stay with me,” she said, grabbing Cole’s hand and pulling him toward the woods. Naomi ran alongside them. Fifty yards to cover and they were passing people in pajamas who’d just stumbled groggy-eyed out of their shacks, some loading rifles or shotguns.
They reached the woods and Dee dragged Naomi and Cole down into the leaves.
From where she lay, it looked like chaos.
Clusters of gunfire blazing back and forth.
Muzzleflashes in the guard towers.
No apparent order.
Just people trying to kill each other and not be killed themselves.
“You guys ready?”
“Where are we going?” Naomi asked.
Dee stood. “Just