Chapters (57)
- Cover
- About the Author
- COPYRIGHT
- Dedication
- Prologue: Filip
- Chapter One: Holden
- Chapter Two: Alex
- Chapter Three: Naomi
- Chapter Four: Amos
- Chapter Five: Holden
- Chapter Six: Alex
- Chapter Seven: Amos
- Chapter Eight: Holden
- Chapter Nine: Naomi
- Chapter Ten: Amos
- Chapter Eleven: Alex
- Chapter Twelve: Amos
- Chapter Thirteen: Holden
- Chapter Fourteen: Naomi
- Chapter Fifteen: Alex
- Chapter Sixteen: Holden
- Chapter Seventeen: Alex
- Chapter Eighteen: Holden
- Chapter Nineteen: Naomi
- Chapter Twenty: Alex
- Chapter Twenty-one: Naomi
- Chapter Twenty-two: Amos
- Chapter Twenty-three: Holden
- Chapter Twenty-four: Amos
- Chapter Twenty-five: Naomi
- Chapter Twenty-six: Amos
- Chapter Twenty-seven: Alex
- Chapter Twenty-eight: Holden
- Chapter Twenty-nine: Naomi
- Chapter Thirty: Amos
- Chapter Thirty-one: Alex
- Chapter Thirty-two: Naomi
- Chapter Thirty-three: Holden
- Chapter Thirty-five: Naomi
- Chapter Thirty-six: Holden
- Chapter Thirty-seven: Alex
- Chapter Thirty-eight: Amos
- Chapter Thirty-nine: Naomi
- Chapter Forty: Amos
- Chapter Forty-one: Naomi
- Chapter Forty-two: Holden
- Chapter Forty-three: Alex
- Chapter Forty-four: Naomi
- Chapter Forty-five: Amos
- Chapter Forty-six: Alex
- Chapter Forty-seven: Naomi
- Chapter Forty-eight: Holden
- Chapter Forty-nine: Amos
- Chapter Fifty: Alex
- Chapter Fifty-one: Naomi
- Epilogue: Sauveterre
- Acknowledgments
In the meantime, though, there were more immediate problems. Getting there was the goal, and if the idea was to put one foot in front of the other from the Pit in Bethlehem to the arcology in Baltimore, there were some holes in the plan. The expanded district put about three million people between him and where he was going if he took the straightest path. High-density urban centers seemed like a bad idea. He was hoping that they could stay a little to the west of that and make their way around. He was pretty sure there was conservancy zone there they could trek along. Not that he’d spent much of his time on Earth camping. But it was what he had to go with. He probably could have done it, if he’d been by himself.
“How’re we holding together, Peaches?”
Clarissa nodded. Her prison hospital gown was mud-streaked from shoulder to hem, and her hair hung long and lank. She was just too fucking skinny and pale. It made her look like a ghost. “I’m fine,” she said. Which was bullshit, but what was he going to do about it? Stupid to have asked in the first place.
So they walked, tried to conserve energy, looked for places that might have fresh water. There were a couple emergency stations set up by the highway, men and women with medical armbands and generators to run the lights. It never got more than low twilight, even at noon. The clouds kept some of the heat from radiating out into space, but they blocked the sun too. It felt like early winter, and it should have been summer hot. Every now and then, they came across some new ruin: a gutted building, the walls blown off the steel and ceramic girders, a high-speed train on its side like a dead caterpillar. The bodies they found on the roadside looked like they’d gone in the initial blast.
Most of the dead-eyed, shell-shocked refugees on the roads seemed to be heading for the stations, but Amos tried to steer away from them. For one thing, Peaches was pretty clearly not supposed to be walking free among the law-abiding citizens of Earth, and Amos didn’t really feel like having any long conversations about what laws still applied, post-apocalypse. And anyway, the stuff they really needed they couldn’t get there. So he kept his eyes open and headed northeast.
Still, it was three days before he found what he was looking for.