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  17

  Sanctuary

  Area 51

  It took a long time to walk down the mountain.

  They didn’t take the goat path. Instead they went a back way that was easier but longer. Fifty feet down that road they came to a spot where two soldiers lay. Both were dressed in the uniforms of the American Nation, the new government that had formed after the destruction of the old world. It was clear that these men had been on guard but had been surprised, overwhelmed and murdered by the reapers. It was equally clear that Captain Ledger had quieted them. Both of them had distinctive knife wounds in the backs of their heads, right at the weak point where the spine enters the skull. What Tom had once called the “sweet spot.”

  “I didn’t know there were guards up here,” said Benny.

  “Of course there are guards up here,” said Ledger. “There are also a crapload of land mines and you’re lucky you didn’t step on one.”

  “The reapers didn’t step on any mines.”

  “Not this time,” said the ranger, “but over the years? Yeah, a whole bunch of them have gone into the darkness at high velocity.”

  “It’s not funny,” said Benny.

  “No,” admitted the ranger, “it’s not.”

  Benny considered the two soldiers. “What were their names?”

  “Private Andy Beale and Private Huck Somerton.”

  “Do they have family?”

  “Back home. They’re from Asheville, North Carolina.”

  “I’m sorry,” Benny said.

  “Yeah,” said Ledger. “But at least we know that the reapers have found a way through our back door. I’ll make sure it’s nailed shut again.”

  “Is that worth two people’s lives?”

  The ranger shook his head. “No. But we take what we can to save more lives down the road.”

  “The reapers . . . they’ll keep trying, won’t they?”

  “Yes.”

  “Won’t they ever give up?”

  “Not as long as Saint John is driving them.”

  “They’re afraid of him,” said Benny.

  “It’s worse than that,” said Ledger. “They love him. They really do think he has the answer. They think he’s going to solve all their problems.”

  The kept walking. Grimm trotted along behind, his armor clanking. Joe carried the dog’s spiked helmet.

  After a while Benny asked, “How’d you know I was up here?”

  “I didn’t. But I was looking for you and didn’t find you anywhere else. You didn’t take a quad, and you weren’t in one of the hangars. There’s not too many other places you could be.”

  They walked and the sun slid red and swollen into the west.

  “I’m not going to say I’m sorry,” said Benny.

  “I didn’t think you would.”

  They looked at each other. Harshly at first, then with small smiles of acknowledgment. Like chess players.

  “Thanks, though,” said Benny.

  “Jeez, kid, that sounded like it actually hurt to say.”

  “It did. My gums are bleeding.”

  Ledger laughed, and the sound of it bounced off the stone walls. They walked for another ten minutes without speaking.

  “There’s a war coming,” said Benny at last, “and I’m not ready for it.”

  The ranger gave a slow nod of approval.

  “It takes a . . . ,” Joe began, but stopped.

  “What?” demanded Benny, some sharp edges still evident in his tone. “What were you going to say? That it takes a ‘man’ to make a decision like that? Don’t bother, we both know I’m not a man. I’m a kid, and I’m doing the best I can.”

  Captain Ledger gave him a small smile. “No, kid, that’s not what I was going to say. What I was trying to say was that it takes a real warrior to make a decision like that. To accept the world for what it is. To ask for help. That’s what your brother would call being ‘warrior smart’ . . . and that has nothing to do with how old you are.”

  He held out a big, tough, calloused hand.

  After looking at it for a long moment, Benny took it.

  18

  South Fork Wildlife Area

  Southern California

  Saint John sat near the glow of a massive campfire. He’d ordered it built big tonight, and there were three times as many guards posted. Most of the reapers were already asleep. Even Brother Marty was dozing.

  Saint John sat apart from everyone and stared deep into the chaotic heart of the fire, watching the snakes of flame twist and tangle and writhe.

  He listened to the crackle and pop of the wood as the purifying fire consumed it.

  And he listened to the sounds of the night.

  Listening for . . .

  For what?

  The sad laughter of a stranger?

  The howl of a wolf?

  “I will cleanse this world of all flesh, all life,” he told the flames, speaking in a voice so soft he could barely hear his own words. “I am a saint of the Night Church. We own the night, we hold it in the palm of our hand. There is no force in this world or any other that can stand against us.”

  Although his voice was quiet, he spoke with the force and cadence of a litany. Repeating each phrase, each promise, each vow.

  Repeating and repeating it until he believed it once again.

  That, however, took all night.

  Tomorrow, with the dawn, he would take his army of the living and the dead and set out with a will toward Haven. Toward the first of the Nine Towns. There were hard weeks of forced marches ahead of him. His army would have to forage and provision, and that would lose them hours, days. It didn’t matter.

  Even if there were things out in the night that he didn’t understand, he had his army and he served the will of Thanatos, all praise to his darkness.

  He finally slept, and for the first time since his troops attacked the caravan, he had a smile burned onto his hard mouth.

  THE END

  The Rot & Ruin series concludes with Fire & Ash.

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  Contents

  Author’s Note: This story takes place between Flesh & Bone and Fire & Ash.

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

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