Fear: A Gone Novel

There’s only one god down here, and it’s not Diana’s, and it sure isn’t you, Penny.”
    Diana tried to remember what she had read in the pregnancy books. But she’d barely glanced at the sections having to do with birth. Birth was months away, not now!
    Contraction. Oh, oh, a hard one. On and on.
    Breathe. Breathe.
    Another.
    “Ahhhh!” she cried out, earning a jeer from Drake. But even as he laughed he was changing. Bright metal wire crossed his exposed teeth.
    Hold on, hold on, Diana told herself. Don’t think. Just wait for—
    Another contraction, like her guts were being squeezed hard by a gigantic fist.
    And then Brittney was there, kneeling between Diana’s legs.
    “I see its head. The top of its head.”
    “I have to—have to—have to—” Diana gasped. Then, “Push!” she yelled, urging herself on.
    A sudden motion. Something very fast. Brittney’s head rolled off her neck. It landed on Diana’s belly and then rolled heavily to one side.
    BLAM!
    Penny’s left arm took a partial hit. A chunk the size of a small steak was vaporized, leaving a divot in her shoulder, a divot that sprayed blood.
    Brianna’s face appeared, looking down at Diana. “We’re out of here!”
    “I can’t … can’t … oh, oh, aaaaahhhhhh!”
    “You’re doing this right now?” Brianna asked, incredulous and offended. “It has to be right now?”
    Diana grabbed Brianna’s shirt in an iron grip. “Save my baby. Forget about me. Save my baby!”
    Sam found her, not by sight but by sound. By her weeping and her giggling.
    He hung lights, more than one, illuminating a patch the size of a suburban lawn. He saw Astrid, crumpled and unaware.
    He saw a skeleton just a dozen feet away, still seething with zekes.
    Sam sat down wordlessly beside Astrid. He put his arm around her shoulder.
    At first it was as if he wasn’t there. Like she didn’t notice him. Then, with a sudden, loud sob, she buried her face in his neck.
    The tenor of her sounds changed. The wild flights of giggling stopped. So did the keening, heartbroken wail. Now she just cried.
    Sam sat there perfectly still, saying nothing, and let her tears run down his neck.
    The warrior who had gone out from the lake to save his people by slaying the evil one was now just a boy sitting in the dirt with his fingers in a mane of blond hair.
    He stared at nothing. Expected nothing. Planned nothing.
    Just sat.
    Brianna picked up Brittney’s head. It was surprisingly heavy. She threw it as hard as she could down the tunnel.
    Brittney’s body got up, swayed a little, and seemed as if it was ready to go after its head, so Brianna shot it in the leg at close range. The loss of one bloodless leg caused the whole body to topple over.
    Penny was obviously in shock, staring at the terrible wound that was draining her life away, squirt, squirt, squirt.
    Got to finish her off, Brianna told herself. But she hesitated. Penny was a human being. Not much of one, but an actual human being. Whereas the Drake/Brittney thing, well, whatever it was, it wasn’t human, because humans pretty much never stood up and tried to walk away after their heads were chopped off.
    Brianna jacked a round into the chamber and aimed at Penny.
    Then the gun blew apart in her hands. Exploded!
    Brianna dropped it, but even as she let go she realized it was a trick. An illusion of Penny’s making.
    The girl was spraying blood like a Super Soaker and still able to mess with Brianna’s head.
    Brianna bent down to get the shotgun, determined to ignore any further interference, but Diana gave a huge cry of pain, and suddenly there was a head sticking almost all the way out of a place on Diana that Brianna had never wanted to see.
    “Yaa-aahh-ah!” Brianna said. “Oh, this is wrong.”
    But it just kept coming out as Diana grunted like an animal, and if Brianna didn’t get down there and do the right thing, the baby was going to land on the floor, on a rock.
    Brianna snatched up her shotgun, snapped off a quick, poorly aimed, one-handed shot in the general direction of Penny— BLAM!— and cupped her hands beneath the emerging head.
    “It’s got a snake around its neck!” Brianna cried.
    Diana sat up—amazing that she could even think about sitting up—and yelled, “It’s the umbilical cord. It’s around the neck. It’ll choke!”
    “Oh, man, I hate slimy stuff,” Brianna moaned. She pushed the baby’s head back a little, which wasn’t easy, because it was really ready to come