Damage & Decay

Chapter 50

Part Four: Family Business

"Fear is only as deep as the mind allows."

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They did not know how to talk about what they had just seen. It was strange and wonderful, but it seemed more like a dream than a part of what they were about to do.

"I wish I could tell Armin," Eren said.

"I wish I could tell Mom," said Nix, then she said, "Eren, if we get out of this--"

"When we get out of this," he corrected.

She gave only a tiny nod to acknowledge that possibility. "After this is over," she said, "we need to find out about that jet."

"Sure, I mean we let everyone know--"

"No," she said firmly. "We  have to find out about it. Mikasa was right. We don't have a home anymore. We've been--I don't know how to say it. Cut loose? We're no longer connected to anything, and certainly not to Mountainside."

"There's Marco and Levi."

She shrugged. "If you want, we can go back for them, Eren. But then I want to follow that plane."

"Where? All we know is that it went east."

"It came from the east and turned around and went back. Why? Was it exploring to see what was out here? Or was it sending a message."

"What message?"

"'Follow me'?" she suggested. "I don't believe in much anymore, Eren . . . but I believe that was a sign."

"And if it's not"

"Then I'll find that out. One way or another, Eren, my life is over in Mountainside."

He thought about it and looked up at the cloud-covered eastern sky. "Yeah," he said after some long thought. "Maybe."

"That's what I'm going to do, Eren. If I'm alive tomorrow, then I'm going east."

"We don't know that there's anything out there but three hundred million zoms."

"Sure. Three hundred million zoms and enough people to repair, fuel, and fly an airplane. A jet. That says something. That says a lot."

The storm clouds pulsed with lightning.

"If you're going east," he said, "then so am I."

They sealed the deal with a kiss.

Two hours later the storm roiled and boiled above them, and Eren knew that this one was going to be every bit as bad as the one that had pounded the town two nights ago.

God,  he thought, was it only two nights ago?

In less than two hours the clouds went from white to slate gray to bruised purple to midnight black, and fierce winds from the lowlands snatched up the leaves and braches and desert dust and used them like artillery. The rain had not yet started to fall, but the humidity made Eren and Nix feel like they were underwater as they climbed down from the promontory and began sneaking toward the camp. Mikasa was nowhere to be seen, nor had they had a sign of her in hours. Had she succeeded or had Eren sent her to her death with his harebrained plan?

The wind howled through the trees, like a host of banshees. Eren had never heard anything like it, and despite everything, there was some cool weird little part of him that liked it. It wasn't "cool"--He'd cut off his leg before he used that word again. No, it was, in its own raw and primal way, magnificent. Nature screaming in anger, and Eren could not help but believe that it was screaming in anger against all that had been done by the men in this camp. Maybe some of those whistling shrieks were in support of what three kids--a red-haired beauty of a sun-freckled girl, a wild hazel-eyed man-killer, and a moody and battered boy who had no right trying to be a hero--were trying to do.

As they crawled through the foliage, Eren kept grinning. Nix looked at him and shook her head. That's okay,  he thought, she already thinks I'm crazy.

Charlie Matthias whipped open the flat of his tent, and the wind nearly knocked him over. He tilted into the gale and grabbed a sapling for support. All around him debris was flying. A cooking pot sailed past him, and he was pelted by acorns and pinecones. Using one massive hand to shield his eyes, he roared orders to his men to secure their gear.

He pointed at the pigpen, where the kids huddled in terror. "Joey! Get over there and see to the merchandise!"

On the far side of the camp, Joey Duk climbed out of his tent and bent into the wild rain to comply. He climbed over the rail of the pen and pushed through the kids. All of their collar ropes were bundled together in one central point, and that was wound around the trunk of a small tree, but the tree was whipping back and forth with each gust. Joey lashed the lines tighter and shifted the central line lower to make use of the thicker base of the tree.

Eren and Nix watched from thirty feet away. They were in shadows and hidden behind a cracked boulder. Eren pointed to the tent Joey had come out of. Every time the wind blew the flap open, and they could see part of Vin Trang's face.

"That's it," Eren said in an urgent whisper. "That's how we're going to create one part of our diversion." He quickly told Nix what he had in mind.

"How are you going to get past Vin?"

"I'll think of something."

"Okay, but we have to get Charlie and the Hammer away from the pen," said Nix, her mouth right against his ear, so that he could hear through the storm.

He nodded. The storm was complicating things. Half an hour ago most of the men were in their tents; now everybody was running around. He grumbled about it but Nix shook her head. "Maybe Vin will come out of his tent too."

"Yeah. Maybe."

"Where's Mikasa? Shouldn't she be back by now?"

"Give her time," said Eren, but in truth he was starting to worry. Mikasa should  have been back twenty minutes ago. He began to get a sinking feeling about whether she would be coming back at all.

The wind began to slacken, and they looked up to see that the dense black cloud cover was now a swirling gray blue.

"Oh come on, man," Eren said despairingly. "Can you try and cut us one frigging break? I mean, really . . . just one?"

 A fat raindrop splatted him right in the eye.

Just the one.

Eren quietly cursed as he wiped his eye clear. He and Nix turned and looked at the camp. The bounty hunters were laughing now, bending to pick up their scattered possessions, making rude jokes about Mother Nature. The kids in the pen cringed together. Eren leaned as far forward as he could, almost coming out of the shadows, trying to get a handle on their next move.

On the outside edge of the huddle, the oldest of them, a girl about twelve, knelt with her arms around the shoulders of the smallest. Her face was streaked with tears, but she spoke soothing words to the others, keeping up a steady patter, reassuring them, calming them. Then she raised her head and looked straight into Eren's eyes. From her kneeling position she had an angle between the rocks that the others in the camp did not have. Only she could see Eren as he crouched behind the cracked boulder. Her eyes widened, and she opened her mouth to say something to the others, but Eren quickly put a finger to his lips and shook his head.

The girl closed her mouth. Eren held up a finger and mouthed the words: "Be ready!"

He could see her lips move as she read his words. She gave a quick nod, and then the girl did something that she probably never thought she'd do again in her life: She smiled.

A second later the rain began to fall.

Five seconds later the vault of the heavens opened up and dumped an ocean on the mountain.

"Perfect," Eren said. He said it aloud, at normal level, but it didn't matter. The rain was falling so hard that not even Nix heard him, and she was standing right next to him.