Once An Eve Novel

Heddy had started limping after the men, her hind leg completely paralyzed. “Arden, we have to go,” I urged, yanking her in my wake. The men followed us, but Arden was barely moving, her neck craned backward at the suffering dog. “Come on,” I pleaded.
    But it was no use. Within seconds, they had caught up to us. “Lowell, get her,” the young soldier said, pointing at Arden. The pale one grabbed Arden’s elbow and yanked her arms behind her back. She kicked wildly but the other one grabbed her legs, tying a plastic restraint around her ankles. In one swift motion he tightened it and she stopped kicking, her legs twisted and trapped.
    As they held her down, the young soldier came toward me. His steps were unhurried. His leg was raw where Heddy had bitten him, a bloodstain spreading over the thin green fabric of his uniform.
    “I’m taking you in,” he said calmly. His face was more angular than I remembered. His nose had a large red bump on its bridge, as if it had been broken recently. He grabbed my wrist but I pulled my fist downward, just as Maeve had shown me all those weeks before, when I’d first arrived in Califia. It slipped out from underneath his thumb. Then I leaned down, levering myself against the pavement, and landed my elbow into the soft nook of his crotch. He doubled over, his bloodshot eyes watering.
    I ran at the two others. The one with the scar looked surprised right before I punched him, as hard as I could, in the neck. He made a wheezing noise and staggered back, releasing Arden’s legs. The pale one dropped Arden on the ground and sprang on top of me, pressing me to the pavement. “You’re lucky,” he whispered in my ear. I could feel his breath, hot and wet, against my skin. “If you were anyone else I’d slit your throat.” He took a plastic restraint from his pocket and looped it over my wrists, pulling it so tight the blood throbbed in my hands.
    The young soldier slowly got up, gesturing for the scarred one to retrieve something from the woods. He staggered off, his hand still clutching his neck. I turned to Arden. She was curled on the ground, crying, her eyes locked on Heddy. “It’s okay, girl,” she whispered. Her cheeks were wet and splotchy. “I’m here, girl. I’m here.” The dog’s whines grew louder as she dragged herself forward. Blood was streaming down her limp hind leg.
    The air filled with the grating, familiar sound of a Jeep’s engine. The scarred soldier pulled the truck out of the woods into the empty lot, while the two others loaded us, one by one, into the back bed. “Enough,” the pale soldier yelled at Arden, unable to stand her crying any longer. “I can’t listen to this.”
    The scarred soldier spun the Jeep around and started back toward the highway. “We can’t leave her like that!” Arden’s voice was choked with sobs. “Can’t you see she’s suffering?”
    I pulled at my restraints, wishing I could hold Arden and comfort her. The tears soaked her hair and shirt. But the men ignored her, their eyes on the ramp that led back to 80. She threw herself into the backs of their seats and screamed. “You can’t do this, you can’t leave her,” she cried. “Kill her, please, please, kill her,” she repeated, over and over again, until she was out of breath. Exhausted, she leaned her head against the seat. “What’s wrong with you? Just put her out of her misery.”
    The young soldier put his hand on the driver’s arm, signaling for him to stop. Heddy’s painful cries filled the air. She licked at her side, as if trying to stop the blood.
    The young soldier got out and walked across the parking lot toward her. He didn’t flinch, just raised his gun. I turned away. I heard the blast, saw Arden’s crumpled face, and felt the air go still and silent.
    As we drove away, Arden buried her face in my neck, her body heaving with quiet sobs. “It’s okay, Arden,” I whispered in her ear, my head resting on hers. But the tears only came faster, her cries inconsolable as the Jeep moved east, into the rising sun.

nine
     
    FIVE HOURS LATER, THE JEEP CAME TO A STOP OUTSIDE A WALL nearly thirty feet high, ivy snaking up its stone front. My skin was sweaty and sunburned, and my hands and feet had gone numb from the restraints. I squinted against the sun, awake and alert. Months on the run, so many near misses and escapes—none of it had mattered. I’d ended up here anyway. The City of Sand.
    “Arden—wake up,” I whispered,