Zach Bohannon and J. Thorn

INVASION

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1

Reno had always thought “hell on earth” was a terrible cliché until he found himself standing in the middle of it. His ankle had tightened and begun throbbing, but that was nothing compared to what had happened to Nashville.

Explosions continued to rock the city. Fires raged, and they served as the only source of light inside the eternal darkness. He watched helplessly while aliens disintegrated people as they ran, eliminating lives with the flash of a laser. Birthday parties, first kisses, weddings—all those personal memories wiped away in an instant. Between the mental anguish caused by the enormity of the situation and the real threat of death, Reno felt paralyzed.

As more blasts shook the city, Reno hid behind an abandoned car. He breathed heavily and kept his hands on top of his head. People ran by in every direction, scattering like ants in an exposed colony. Each detonation illuminated the darkened city in ghastly freeze-frames of death and destruction.

I can’t stay here. I have to move.

Reno tried to stand up again, but his ankle screamed at him. He collapsed to the pavement and squeezed it, knowing that this wouldn’t be enough to keep the swelling down but trying anything to ease the pain. Beads of sweat dripped down his forehead and stung his eyes.

He felt precious seconds ticking away. At any moment, an explosion could erupt beneath him or an alien could vaporize his body. And if a crowd was herded through the area by the aliens, they would trample him to death. Reno had seen hysterical citizens flipping cars for no other reason than sheer panic, thinking that might somehow be an obstacle to aliens who could fly. Though, he wondered if being crushed by a car might be a better end than what seemed to be the inevitable fate of the city of Nashville.

You’re not going to die here. Get your ass up.

Gingerly putting weight on his injured ankle, Reno pulled himself up using the open car door. He hobbled around to the front of the car, looking in both directions. He didn’t know where to go, or what to do.

Time slowed down for him like he was a shell-shocked soldier in the fog of war. Another blast went off in the distance and people ran by screaming, covering their ears or with their hands over their heads—as if either action would protect them. Many people dragged their children along as fast as they could without dislocating shoulders. Down the street, three men had jumped another guy, beating him amidst the chaos wrought by the aliens. No one stopped to help the man or even question why they had turned on him when the real enemy had launched an invasion which was leaving nothing but scorched earth behind it.

“In here!”

The words came from a door fifteen feet away, pulling Reno out of his head and cutting through the daze that had frozen him in indecision. A man stood in a doorway and waved his arms at people as they fled, urging them to come inside with an unspoken promise of safety. Even though he wore a police uniform, most people ignored him and ran by without even looking in his direction. The man was about to shut the door when he made eye contact with Reno through the crowd.

Reno guessed him to be in his early forties, a bit lumpy and with a perpetual five o’clock shadow. The man had short, curly hair and stood about six feet tall with broad shoulders and a gut made from Sunday barbecues and craft beer.

“Come on, buddy! Hurry!”

Reno stumbled forward, attempting to cut through the crowds. He tried to run while also keeping weight off of his ankle, but someone ran into him and it felt like a hockey player had body-checked him into the glass. He fell to the ground, landing on his side and feeling the hot scrape of his skin on cold concrete.

“Watch it, asshole,” the guy said before he took off again, clutching his shoulder.

The earth shook. Reno’s head was against the ground and the motion reminded him of having his ear to train tracks and listening for an oncoming locomotive.

I’ve got to get up.

He pushed himself to his knees, but someone running by kicked his injured ankle. Reno screamed, pounding his fist against the pavement. He’d collapsed to the ground again with the pain, almost wishing the next mass of people would just trample him to death and end the misery.

With his ankle throbbing, he was suddenly lifted up by the arms. He looked up to see the officer from the door on one side of him and a guy in his 30s on the other.

“We got you, buddy,” the cop said. “I’m not gonna let one of my own die out here in the street.”

With the men helping him, he was able to hobble forward while keeping his injured ankle in the air. The two men half-carried Reno through the open door, to where a woman waited inside, yelling for them to hurry up. Once the three men crossed the threshold, the woman slammed the door shut.

The entrance to the place opened to the top of a staircase. Reno looked downward to see a room crowded with people standing almost shoulder to shoulder. He knew the joint. The Beer Sellar. He’d never been there, but he’d heard it was one of Nashville’s coolest bars, the clever name’s meaning becoming apparent as he looked around the main room that was, quite literally, a cellar. Generators ran in the background and someone had tied one into the fuse box, bringing a temporary source of electricity to the place.

A sharp pain speared his ankle anew and he winced as his legs collapsed so that the men had to hold his whole weight.

“Marie, grab that chair over there,” the police officer said.

The woman carried the chair over and set it down behind Reno, who fell into it. He closed his eyes and exhaled, the pressure now off his ankle.

“I’m gonna go grab the first aid kit,” Marie said.

“Thanks for helping me out there,” Reno said to the cop.

“Hey, don’t mention it. Like I said, I wasn’t gonna let another first responder die out there.”

Reno extended his hand. “The name’s Reno.”

“Good to meet you, Reno. I’m John.”

Marie returned with a white metal box with a red cross on the top of it. She opened the first aid kit and handed it to John.

“There’s a wrap in here which should help keep the swelling down.” Marie handed the ace bandage to John before dropping two Ibuprofen tablets into Reno’s palm.

“Thanks, darlin’,” John said, already looking to Reno’s injury. “Why don’t you go downstairs and make sure everyone is as comfortable as they can be? We’ll be down in a minute.”

The woman smiled, then walked back down the stairs to join the others. John knelt and started wrapping the ankle as Reno downed the pain killers.

“Never been here. They got any beer specials? Microbrews?”

“You’ve never been here? Jesus, man. You’re missing out on one of Nashville’s hidden gems.” John smiled as he looked up at Reno.

“Yeah, well, I’m not too big of a drinker.”

“I think we’re all gonna be drinkers if we make it out of this.”

John pulled the wrap tight, forcing a groan from Reno. But between finally sitting down and getting his ankle wrapped up, the pain had already started to subside.

“That oughta do it.” John stood up.

“Thanks again.”

“No problem. We should probably head downstairs now. We’ve got some water, and I think Marie is going to—”

A blast shook the building and concussive waves rolled through the foundation—everyone inside felt the force of this hit, which was unlike any of the previous ones. Reno instinctively dived to the ground, covering his head. A collective scream of panic went through the bar as dust and plaster rained down on the people inside. The floor shook like they were experiencing a San Andreas earthquake. Hunks of dry wall and other debris pelted Reno’s back and he held his breath, hoping the old building could withstand whatever had caused the explosion, and that the entire structure wouldn’t bury them all alive.

The tremors dragged on for what felt like hours, and then stopped. Reno waited for a moment before raising his head. John had sprawled onto the ground beside him, and lifted his head at almost the same time. He turned to Reno.

“What the hell was that?”

Reno climbed to his feet and hobbled to the door.

“Hey, hold up,” John said.

Ignoring the cop, Reno opened the door.

People in the street had stopped and were staring in the same direction. Reno walked into the middle of the street and followed their gazes.

His jaw dropped.

Fire exploded into the sky less than a mile away. The blackened silhouette of the obelisk stood out against the backdrop of violent reds and oranges. But Reno noticed something else immediately—the top had broken off and the tower listed to one side. Clouds of flame billowed out from beneath it, most likely scorching whatever had remained of the Parthenon.

Swarms of aliens flew overhead, all streaking toward the point in the sky where the mothership had been docked at the top of the obelisk. The ship hovered in place and appeared to be unscathed by whatever had occurred on the ground, but judging by the fact that the aliens had given up their hunt, something had happened that they hadn’t anticipated.

John appeared next to Reno and looked at the fiery explosion. “Holy shit. That’s over Centennial Park, where that big obelisk was. You think that—”

“Someone blew it up?”

John looked at Reno. “Who? And how could they have done that? It has to be something else.”

“Only one way to find out.” Reno started limping down the street toward Centennial Park as others standing in the street did the same.

“Whoa, hang on.” John ran to catch up to Reno, grabbing his shoulder. “You’re not gonna make it all the way over there on that ankle. It’s at least three miles away.”

“Whatever happened there might be our only shot at taking these things down. We’ve gotta check it out.”

John smiled. “Yeah, but we ain’t walkin’. Come on, I’ve got another idea.”

2

John honked the horn again, waving at people to get out of the way. He kept his foot on the gas, shaking his head.

“Man, get the fuck out of the way!”

Reno looked around at the destruction. He hadn’t been in the downtown area since the dome had first come down. Fires raged throughout the city. Buildings he’d passed daily had vanished and dust filled the air. People ran in every direction, trying to find some sanctuary amongst the chaos. Most people were fleeing from whatever had happened at Centennial Park, but Reno and John were heading right for it.

Yet, the destruction had transformed the city so violently that Reno struggled to contextualize where they were and where they were going. Landmarks he’d used to navigate the city for years had disappeared completely. Fires kept the streets illuminated in an unholy glow and he was grateful not to be able to see the full destruction brought upon them by the alien invaders.

“I don’t know how close we’re going to get, but we’re almost there.”

Reno took John’s word for it, still unable to tell exactly where they were in Nashville.

They drove around one building that had somehow remained upright, and Reno saw the obelisk again. The structure still stood, but had cracked like a tooth after a punch to the mouth. Flames leapt from its ragged top. Seeing the structure again, Reno re-oriented his internal compass.

We should be near Midtown.

He looked out the window, craning his neck to look skyward.

Nothing.

He saw the familiar sign directing visitors to the hospital, but the structure itself was gone, nothing but ash and smoke where the building should have been.

Once the car moved a little further, the smoke cleared enough for Reno to see what remained of St. Thomas Midtown Hospital. Only a quarter of the building still stood, and fires engulfed what was left. Reno could see the rooms inside of the building, the exterior wall having been blown off.

“Jesus Christ,” he said.

“It’s hard to fathom, I know.”

“I was just there a couple of days ago when all this happened. The place was filled with injured people. You think they got out?”

John tilted his head to the side and then shook it, keeping his eyes on the road.

Leaning back in his seat, Reno shook his head.

“It would’ve been impossible to save all those people,” John said. “From what I understand, those alien bastards blew it to pieces.”

Reno felt a numbness move through his body. He closed his eyes, picturing the thousands of people who’d been in that hospital, many of whom would have been children. Unable to fathom the horror of it, he opened his eyes again. John pulled over, slamming on the brakes.

“This is as close as we’re gonna get. How’s that ankle?”

“It’ll be fine.” His ankle felt insignificant compared to what they’d just seen.

All those people…

John got out and walked around to the front of the car, and then called back so that Reno could hear him through the open window, even over the flames. “Come on, buddy. I see some other cops up ahead. Maybe whatever happened knocked those flying fuckers back to Mars.”

Reno opened his door and stepped out of the car, putting his good foot out first to compensate for his injured ankle. He glanced at the hospital, but quickly turned away. He shook his head and hobbled along behind John, thankful that the ibuprofen had kicked in and taken the edge off of his pain.

A half-dozen cops stood on the sidewalk, and a few turned to acknowledge John.

“What the hell happened here, Woods?” John asked one of the officers, beat patrol with a saggy middle and retirement less than three months away.

“Fucking explosion, that’s what happened,” one of the other officers replied.

“No shit.”

“We don’t know how it happened.” Woods shook his head and turned to stare at what was left of the obelisk. “I was a couple of blocks away when it went off. Felt like a damn earthquake. I found cover and ran over here as soon as it was over.”

“You guys seen anyone come out of there?” John asked.

The men shook their heads.

John grimaced, but seemed unsurprised. “Shit. Well, we need to get over there and check it out.” John turned around. “My man Reno is an EMT. If there are any survivors, he’ll be able to help them out.”

“Most people have been avoiding the park,” another officer said.

John sighed. “Yeah, well, I got a feeling it wasn’t the aliens who triggered that explosion. Why would they blow up their own tower?”

The other officers stared at John, nobody having any answer worth sharing.

“What if the only survivors we find are more of those monsters?” an officer asked.

“I haven’t seen any near here since it blew.” Woods used his chin to gesture at the hovering mothership almost directly above them. “They all flew back into that thing and now it’s just sitting there.”

“It’s a risk we have to take, gentlemen,” John said.

As the officers spread out, John turned to Reno. He reached to his belt and pulled off a Maglite and a pistol. He handed Reno the flashlight right away, but held the pistol by the barrel with the grip extended.

“You know how to use one of these?”

Reno nodded.

John handed it to him. “There’s no safety. Just point and shoot. But you be damn sure of what you’re firing at before you pull that trigger.”

Reno looked at the gun before stuffing it into the back of his waistband and clicking on the flashlight.

John stepped up on the curb to address the others. “We’ll spread out, then meet back here in forty.”

Everyone nodded, then headed in different directions. Reno walked down the road on his right, Brandau Street, and moved a block down before crossing over. Like most of what he’d seen already, it was almost impossible to recognize what had been there.

The rubble of the Parthenon sat in hunks of concrete the size of mid-sized cars. Wires and pipes shot out like wild whiskers from the faces of dead beasts. Pockets of fire burned within the rubble and the fractured, raw obelisk burned at the top, reminding Reno of the eternal flames of flare stacks that reach high above oil refineries. He didn’t see any aliens, and unfortunately the only people he saw were dead.

An occasional scream or gunshot punctured the hissing and crackling of the fires. Reno smelled burning flesh and natural gas, both causing his stomach to turn.

A long time ago, and throughout his time as a paramedic, Reno had trained himself to block out the traumatic stimuli of an accident. But this one was pushing him to the edge of what he could absorb. He brought a shaky hand to his forehead and looked around. How was he supposed to find anyone in this mess? He felt ill-prepared without Maya. She was his partner, and he’d gotten used to having her at his side when doing his job. At that moment, more than any others since they’d parted ways, he wished she were there. But Reno forced her from his thoughts, realizing he had to concentrate on what was in front of him because not being entirely focused could cost him his life. Catastrophes weren’t only a matter of life and death for those directly involved in accidents, but also for those trying to help.

He started lifting debris, silently praying that he would find someone, anyone, beneath it. His training kicked in and his mechanical, methodical mind took over. Sweat trickled down his forehead, and he paid little attention to the emotional impact of the explosion and instead focused on the search and rescue mission John had initiated. Reno threw debris out of the way, thrusting his flashlight and his head into the crevasses, hoping to hear a cry for help or see the glow of a phone in a person’s hand.

After several minutes of digging by hand, Reno pulled a hunk of drywall aside and then stood up straight. He put his hands on his hips and took a deep breath. And then he heard a groan. Reno pointed his flashlight in the direction of the sound. A hand extended out of the rubble, dirty and bloody fingers in the air.

“I see you! Hold on!”

Moving across the pile of debris, Reno hurried to the person trapped beneath it. One slip and he could become trapped himself, but he didn’t care. If he could save one person, then he could claim at least one victory from this disaster.

The arm had dropped, resting on the destruction covering the person. Reno pulled away pipes, wires, and hunks of stone until he could see a head, then a torso.

“I’m here. I’m going to get you—” Reno lifted part of a wall from off the person and saw a familiar face looking up at him.

“Jack?”

The man opened his bloodshot eyes. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, his face covered in dirt and ash. Reno couldn’t believe it, and apparently Jack couldn’t, either.

“Reno?”

Reno dropped to his knees and put his hand on Jack’s head.

“We’re gonna get you out of here, Jack.” Reno turned around and called out to the other nearby officers. “Help! I’ve got one over here!”

When he looked back down, Jack shook his head.

“You’re not saving me.”

“You’re not gonna die here.”

Jack looked down, and for the first time Reno saw the bright orange glow of the jagged end of a copper pipe sticking out of the man’s chest—covered in bright, red blood.

“Yes, I am,” Jack said.

Reno had enough field experience to know there was no saving him. Under ordinary circumstances, he’d have done everything he could to save Jack despite the mortal wound. But normal had been locked out of Nashville when the dome fell.

“I need you to listen to me, Reno. Just listen.”

“I’m listening.”

Jack coughed. “I…I’m the one who blew this thing up. I know how to take these bastards down.”

Reno leaned in as Jack coughed again, blood now coming in rivulets from the corners of his mouth.

“Their power source. The source. Geothermal. Overheat the radiator; seize the engine.”

“What does that mean?”

“The engine runs the dome. Beneath the obelisk. They need…they need the dome to block the sun.”

Jack was fading fast, and Reno began asking questions faster.

“How did you figure all that out?”

Jack cracked a smile. “I didn’t. Maya did. Her Mustang. Same…same design flaw as their dome.”

Reno’s throat went dry at the mention of his partner. His hands shook.

“Maya? She helped you? Where is she now?”

Jack shook his head, more bloody coughs spitting out of him. “I don’t know if she got out. I…I didn’t bring the dome down, but I think I might have given her a small window to get out.”

Reno held his breath. “Do you know where she was headed?”

“Her mom’s?”

Reno swallowed, and Jack took his hand. A cool, metallic object landing in Reno’s palm made him look down. “What’s this?”

“Good-luck charm. Boardwalk token from Atlantic City. Had it since ’76. Yours now. It…it’ll keep you safe.”

Reno smiled and put the token in his pocket when Jack spoke again.

“Finish it. Take the dome down. T—tell others. Save what’s left of this city. Find Maya. She’ll fight those assholes.”

Reno squeezed Jack’s hand. “I will. I promise.”

Jack’s mouth fell slack, and his head lolled back as he stared blankly into Reno’s eyes.

“Jack?”

Reno placed his fingers on Jack’s neck, but he couldn’t detect a pulse. He closed Jack’s eyes, the only act of respect he could bestow on the dead man’s body given the situation. He deserved more, and someday, Reno would make sure everyone knew of Jack’s sacrifice.

“Goodbye, Jack. And thank you.”

Reno looked down and then away from Jack’s lifeless body, taking ten minutes to pull himself together before he heard people approaching. John and Woods came up beside him.

“You find a survivor?” John asked.

“He didn’t make it.”

“Shit,” Woods said. “We found one guy with only a few scratches. He got lucky. We haven’t found anyone else.”

“Keep looking. Then head back to the others and let them know what we’re doing,” Reno said to him before looking at John. “You and I have to go.”

John stepped back. “Go? Where?”

“Do you know where the closest National Guard checkpoint might be?”

“Sure, there’s one on the other side of the river. But why? Gonna be hell getting over there.”

“I’ll explain on the way, but we need to get there right now.”

3

“Are you sure this is going to work?” John asked as he pulled up to the National Guard checkpoint.

“I am.”

Even though Reno had said the words with confidence, he couldn’t be sure. He’d hardly known Jack, and during most of the short time that he had known him, Reno had thought the guy to be nothing but a crazy prepper—like the kind you heard about on the news because he had 400 grenades hidden in a bunker beneath his patio. But while he’d been just that, that fact didn’t mean that he hadn’t been telling the truth. In that moment, why would he have lied? And if he hadn’t been lying, Reno would make sure everyone knew that the man who’d helped save the world was Jack.

“I don’t know, man. It sounds crazy. And I mean, I trust you and all, but that doesn’t mean that these guys will.”

“Just get me in front of them and I’ll explain it the best I can. If they don’t believe me, then we’re doomed anyway.”

John slammed on his brakes as an explosion rumbled through the city. Rounds of gunfire snapped like Fourth of July firecrackers, and men and women screamed.

They jumped out of the car and ran two hundred yards towards the entrance to the National Guard checkpoint. Military vehicles of all varieties surrounded what looked like a Chinese restaurant that had been turned into a command center. Soldiers walked the perimeter with rifles, stopping occasionally to gawk up at the sky but not knowing what to shoot or what good it would do. One of the men stopped his patrol when he saw Reno and John approaching.

John pointed to the badge on his uniform and the guard at the entrance waved him closer, where he stopped to talk to the guard as Reno joined him.

“Who’s in charge here?” John asked.

“That’s a damn good question.” The patch on the guard’s chest read Rodriguez. “This attack has been relentless. We’ve lost a lot of people.”

“Well, if you want to beat these sons of bitches, then you’ve got to get my friend here to whoever’s handing out orders.”

Rodriguez looked at Reno, from his shoes to his chin. He smiled before turning back to John.

“What does some EMT know that we don’t?”

“I know why that exploded.” Reno pointed at the flaming obelisk a few miles away. “And I know how to finish the job.”

“Bullshit.”

“He’s telling the truth,” John said. “We just came back from the wreckage. Found one of the guys that caused the explosion.”

“The guy,” Reno said, making sure Jack would get the credit even if he had already passed away.

A building exploded nearby and bricks shot through the air. Reno ducked and covered his head. People from inside the restaurant cried out.

“Goddamnit!” Rodriguez said.

“You’ve got to get me to your commander right now, or there isn’t going to be anyone left to follow orders.”

Rodriguez pursed his lips, and then he nodded. “Stay close to me.”

Rodriguez crouched down as they headed around the side of the restaurant to a parking lot around back that was bustling with activity. Reno followed. To his right, a military transport pulled up and several soldiers jumped out and ran by. Reno looked left and saw the fire in the sky. Soldiers positioned on the edge of the Cumberland River were firing at the pedestrian bridge. Reno followed their aim and saw several aliens firing back at the troops. He ducked his head and followed John and Rodriguez to a green tent in the northwest corner of the parking lot.

Rodriguez entered first, then turned around and waved Reno and John to follow him. Inside, three soldiers stood behind a fold-up table with a map of Nashville lying on top of it.

“I don’t know if that’ll work,” one of the men said.

“We’re running out of goddamn options!”

Reno swallowed. It was clear who was in charge. The man who’d just yelled and spat looked up. Reno glanced at the man’s chest and saw the name Rupp on his patch, almost hidden behind a full array of combat-earned medals.

“What are you doing here, Rodriguez? And who the fuck are they?”

“These men say they know how to beat the aliens, sir. They say they can help.”

Rupp glanced at Reno and John. “They can help by getting their asses out there and firing back at those fuckers. If the EMT doesn’t know how to shoot, then I’m sure you can give him a quick lesson. Now, get the hell out of here so that I can—”

“I’m sorry, sir, but that’s not how we can help,” Reno said.

The man bit his lip as he glared at Reno. “You better have a damn good reason for interrupting me, son.”

“Yes, of course, sir. What if I told you I know how to take down that obelisk?”

Rupp raised an eyebrow. “I’d tell you that someone already tried that, and they failed.”

“Not totally, sir.”

The ground shook from another explosion that caused the sides of the tent to flap. Unsteady on his bad ankle, Reno lost his balance and fell forward, grabbing onto the table to keep himself from falling.

“There isn’t time for this,” Rupp said. “So, if you want to help, then get out there and fight those bastards.”

Reno made a fist and narrowed his eyes. He slammed his hand down on the table.

“Don’t you get it? Your weapons aren’t doing jack shit to them! The only way to get them to stop attacking us is to take that obelisk down! And I know how to do it. So, you all can either sit here trying to come up with a plan, and die in the process, or you can get me on a transport truck with explosives and soldiers, and we can bring the rest of that obelisk to the fucking ground and end this tonight.”

Rupp removed his hands from the table and stood up straight. He put his hands on his hips.

“You better be right if you’re gonna talk to me like that.”

With everyone’s focus on him now, Reno explained what Jack—really, Maya—had figured out. The obelisk’s power source came from beneath the surface, geothermal heat powering a sophisticated motor. But a motor, nonetheless. Destroying the motor would bring down the dome and give Nashville a fighting chance.

“So, you’re saying that if we get you to that beacon with enough explosives, you can bring the dome down?”

“Yes, sir. That’s what I’m telling you. Jack had the right idea, but he didn’t have enough firepower.”

Rupp looked into the faces of the men surrounding him. Then he turned to Reno.

“Rodriguez.” Rupp kept his eyes on Reno.

“Sir?”

“I want you to take mister…”

“Reno Harvey, sir.”

“Mr. Harvey and his cop friend here and grab as much PE-4 as you can find, along with detonators. Hook up with Gibson’s squad and take a transport over to Centennial Park. Hopefully, this guy is right, and we can bring that fucking dome down.”

“Yes, sir,” Rodriguez said. “I’ll go right now and—”

The ground lifted and then vibrated, knocking the men into each other. What sounded like a jet engine mounted on a Harley Davidson roared overhead.

“Look out!” someone outside yelled.

“What in the hell?” Rupp walked around the table and out the door.

Reno and the others followed him to where several people were pointing towards the river.

One of the alien ships had buzzed the National Guard checkpoint, gone over the pedestrian bridge, and now hovered about 100 yards above the top of Nissan Stadium. As they watched, a beam of light shot down from the bottom of the spacecraft. After a split second of total silence, a tower of fire erupted from somewhere near the fifty-yard-line and turned into a blazing mushroom cloud.

“Get down!” Rupp shouted.

Reno fell to the pavement and covered his head. The ground trembled for several more seconds and despite the screaming people, he heard debris landing all around him and in the river. When the shaking stopped, he looked back.

The mushroom cloud of fire had turned into an angry, dark storm cloud of ash obscuring whatever remained of the Tennessee Titans’ home turf. Reno feared what he would, or wouldn’t, see once the wind whisked the smoke away.

But he didn’t want to wait around until that happened.

“Rodriguez, you’ve got to go now!” Rupp said.

“Yes, sir.” Rodriguez pulled Reno to his feet. “Come on!”

Reno and John ran behind Rodriguez, and Reno only hoped they could get the explosives and make it to the obelisk before it was too late.

4

Reno sat in the back of the transport with his elbows on his knees and his head buried in his hands. His legs shook and he gasped for air, so he closed his eyes and concentrated on his breathing, but it didn’t block out the screaming, explosions, and gunfire erupting all around him.

You can do this. You can make this work.

“You alright there, buddy?”

Reno looked up at the soldier sitting next to him. He shook his head, and leaned back against the wall. “I don’t know.”

“You better be fucking alright,” a soldier sitting on the other side of the transport said. “We’re rolling out of here and risking our lives because you’re supposed to know how to stop this.”

“Hey. Fuck you, Leonard,” the soldier next to Reno said.

He looked back to Reno and rolled his eyes.

“Don’t listen to that prick. He thinks he’s a hard ass, but he has a Care Bears collection.”

Reno laughed, wiping beads of sweat from his brow.

“The name’s Beckett.”

“Reno Harvey.” Reno shook Beckett’s hand.

“Good to meet you, Harvey.” Beckett leaned in close. “Now, you do know how to stop all this for real, right?”

New sweat broke on Reno’s forehead. He forced a slight smile and nodded.

“That’s what I’m talking about!” Beckett said, looking around at the other soldiers. “We’ll be home in time for Leonard to watch The Bachelor.”

Most of the soldiers laughed, except for Leonard. He flipped Beckett the middle finger.

“No thanks,” Beckett said. “I’m too busy with your sister.”

Gibson turned for just long enough to glare back at them from the front of the vehicle. “Alright. Knock it off,” the squad leader said. “We’re just about there, so prepare to move out.”

As an EMT, Reno had been in plenty of tense situations. But those scenarios had normally determined the life of only one person. This one could mean saving the lives of millions.

“You ready, Harvey?” Beckett asked.

Reno curled his bottom lip in and stuck his chin out. “Yeah. I’m ready.”

“Just stick by me and everything is gonna be fine. I can handle explosives the way I do Leonard’s sister. And believe me, I handle her all night long.”

Beckett laughed and slapped Reno on the shoulder. Reno forced another smile and turned his attention to the back of the transport. He made eye contact with John, who sat near the back. The cop gave Reno a respectful nod before moving the rifle he’d been given by the squad into a ready position. He looked plenty prepared to leap from the transport and enter the fight.

The transport came to a stop and Gibson was the first to exit the vehicle.

“Let’s move! New guy always carries the explosives. Now go!”

Reno stood as the men jumped out of the truck. He threw a bag full of PE-4 onto his back as one of the soldiers pushed him, urging him to hurry out.

As his feet hit the concrete, though, Reno stopped cold. The fires had continued to rage throughout the city, fed by broken gas lines and an inability of the emergency responders to battle so many flames at one time. Dust and ash filled the air and each breath tasted like burnt plastic, searing Reno’s throat and stinging his eyes. Bodies lay everywhere, some in the middle of the street and others twisted inside hunks of the melted plastic of abandoned cars. The almost constant screams of the injured and dying began to wear Reno down almost immediately, pulling him into a self-reflective state of despair.

A hand grabbed hold of his arm and he turned to see Beckett.

“Come on! This way! Stay with me!”

Reno nodded as he ran with Beckett. John and Rodriguez stayed with them while the other soldiers fired at the aliens. Reno ducked, trying to block out the war raging around them as he followed Beckett.

They ran up a hill and entered Centennial Park from the east side. Flames engulfed the park, forcing them to dodge burning trees and smoldering cars. On top of everything else, Reno had his injured ankle to worry about, but he pushed through the pain. It would all be worth it if he could execute Jack’s plan.

“Why aren’t they firing on us?” John asked.

“I don’t know,” Rodriguez said. “But let’s keep moving.”

Reno figured that their proximity to the obelisk was forcing the aliens to hold their fire. The obelisk and generator keeping the dome up seemed to be holding, but they’d been damaged. It was possible that the aliens didn’t want to risk an errant beam that could further jeopardize the obelisk’s stability. And it wasn’t as if the soldiers’ bullets hurt the aliens—they just seemed to slow them down. If they could just keep from getting pulverized and not draw too much alien fire, Reno believed they might be able to get close enough to the obelisk to blow the generator. But then again, if the obelisk was so important to the aliens, why would they let any humans get that close? Reno sighed, realizing that if they survived this invasion, there would be more questions than answers for a long, long time.

The rubble at the base of the obelisk looked to have come from the news footage Reno had seen when an earthquake had devastated a third world city. The pile of concrete, twisted metal, and body parts made his stomach lurch. He instinctively began to navigate through it, climbing into dark crevasses and under nests of copper wire. As the soldiers followed him, he also realized that the aliens were too large to fit through the openings, and blowing the debris out of the way would risk an accidental shot at what remained of the obelisk.

He pushed on, using the light of the burning rubble to get down to the base of the obelisk. Reno stood over a massive, round chasm with the circumference of a small auditorium. Like the high ceiling of an ancient cathedral, the base of the obelisk covered the enormous hole burrowed into the ground beneath what had been the Parthenon in Nashville’s Centennial Park. A cold current of air carried an earthy stench up and into his face and he immediately understood what Jack had been talking about. The aliens—thousands or maybe millions of years ago—had drilled deep beneath the surface and dropped a generator that ran off the Earth’s geothermal heat. He noticed pulsing black lines running up from the unseen depths and along the sides of the chasm which had been carved from the limestone bed sitting beneath most of the Tennessee Valley.

Supply lines from the generator.

“What now?” Beckett asked, appearing on Reno’s right.

Several of the other soldiers had climbed through the debris and now stood on the edge with Reno. The air coming from far below seemed to moan, as if it could sense what was about to happen.

“How far down does it go?”

Reno thought the question had come from Rodriguez, but his brain had fogged over. He pictured Maya and Jack in his head, and they seemed to be urging him on—urging him to blow up the generator as quickly as possible. And at the same time, he thought he heard voices in the darkness, all of them pleading with him not to destroy the obelisk.

“Dude. What the fuck?” John grabbed Reno and spun him around. “You blowing this thing or what?”

“Yeah, yeah. Of course.”

Reno slid the bag of explosives from his back. Rodriguez wired the PE-4 and rigged it to a series frequency and timer, using a technique he’d learned on active duty in the Army. He crimped the safety fuse to the blasting cap before handing the detonator to Reno.

“Your plan. You get to detonate it.”

The other men had run the detonator cord and PE-4 to several other spots at the base of the obelisk.

Rodriguez signaled to the other men before screaming at Reno. “Do it!”

Reno pushed in the timed detonator and looked at Becket.

“Thirty seconds. Let’s go!”

The four men turned away from the chasm and ran, climbing through the debris as quickly as they could. Reno wasn’t confident that thirty seconds would be enough time for them to get back to the transport and he had no idea how much damage the generator would cause when the explosives hit it. But if Reno died while in the process of bringing down the dome, then so be it. It wasn’t like he had a choice.

It was as if the aliens knew what Reno had done because they’d all taken flight now, buzzing through the sky and surging into the aperture of the ship docked at the top of the obelisk.

That strange feeling came over him again—the same kind he’d experienced while standing on the edge of the chasm a few minutes before. The aliens knew what was about to happen and that Reno was the one who had caused it. Somehow, they knew.

Reno grimaced as he reached the transport, trying to keep the countdown timer in his head.

Ten seconds? Maybe less?

He threw himself into the vehicle, his ankle hot and swelling tightly against the wrap as John and Beckett pulled him fully up into the seat.

“Everyone’s here!” Gibson said. “Go! Go!”

Five seconds?

The transport sped off, heading back toward the National Guard checkpoint. All of the soldiers looked out the back of the vehicle, staring at the obelisk and waiting.

Zero?

Shit. The explosives didn’t—

The ground shook the transport and Reno saw the flash before he heard the thunderous concussion. At first, the top of the obelisk broke away from the ship, and then the bottom of it collapsed into the depths, burying the destroyed generator beneath tons of rock and debris.

The transport stopped as all of the soldiers inside it watched the obelisk collapse to the right.

The darkness above flickered, and then, as if God had hit the light switch, Reno saw the golden light of the rising sun on the eastern horizon. It had already begun to paint the sky in wide, luscious brush strokes of crimson orange. High, fluffy clouds floated overhead and the sight of them made Reno cry.

The aliens who had been in mid-flight when the dome dropped fell from the sky, plummeting back to Earth like hunks of a splintered comet. The mothership hovered, and for a split-second Reno felt as if it had marked him. It knew he was the one who’d brought down the dome over Nashville. And it wasn’t happy about it.

The soldiers cheered, a few jumping up out of their seats and others high-fiving and hugging each other.

Reno exhaled as the mothership ascended, presumably returning to deep space or whatever distant galaxy it’d come from.

Beckett put his arm around Reno. “You did it! You son of a bitch, you did it!”

Reno shook his hand, then turned to John. John winked at him.

Exhaling again, Reno sat back against the wall of the truck and closed his eyes.

5

The transport arrived back at the National Guard checkpoint to a chorus of cheers and smiling soldiers—a different scene from the one they’d left only a few hours before.

When the transport stopped, other soldiers rushed up to it. Reno had had a few minutes on the drive to catch his breath and get himself together. His hands had been shaking and his face numb after watching the obelisk collapse to the ground. He could still see the belly of the mothership as it rose into the sky and out of sight, and that made him shiver. He felt a pat on his shoulder and looked over.

“That’s all you,” Rodriguez said. “Go get ‘em, rockstar.”

Reno looked around and noticed everyone else staring at him, grins spread across their faces. Rodriguez was the first to start clapping, and the others quickly joined in, standing and pumping their fists into the air.

Reno smiled and stood up. The soldiers patted him on the back and ushered him out of the back of the transport, where he was greeted by more National Guard troops. They smothered him with high-fives, slaps on the back, and even a couple of bro hugs.

Then a tall soldier came over and, without asking Reno, lifted him up. The soldiers crowd surfed him like he was a teenager at a rock concert. He couldn’t help but laugh, trying to relish the moment.

They’d done it.

They’d destroyed the obelisk. Destroyed the dome’s power source, freeing Nashville. They’d defeated the aliens.

In that moment, Reno thought about Jack as his hand wrapped around the token still in his pocket. He should have been here to bask in all the glory. All Reno had done was follow his instructions.

He would find a way to honor Jack. It was the right thing to do.

He also thought of Maya. He hoped she had found her kids. Hoped she was safe. Reno wanted to see her again, and with this victory, he hoped it would be possible.

When his feet hit the ground, Reno stood face to face with Rupp. The Master Sergeant glared at him, the same disgruntled look from before plastering his face. Reno wasn’t going to kid himself. This man intimidated him. And he didn’t seem to give a shit about what Reno had done.

Reno looked down at his feet and, when he looked up, he was greeted with a wide smile and an extended hand.

“Good job, soldier.”

Reno looked around, then smiled at Rupp. He accepted the man’s firm handshake.

Rupp then raised Reno’s hand in the air and pointed at him. The other soldiers erupted in applause, hooting and hollering as they continued to celebrate.

Car horns sounded, and Reno turned to see three transport vehicles pulling up to the checkpoint. They parked at the edge of the growing crowd, several of the soldiers carrying boxes of wine and champagne.

“Looks like Army,” Rodriguez said.

“I’m going to go talk to them.” Rupp turned to Reno once more. “Really, you did good. Your bravery is admirable.”

“Thank you, sir.”

Rupp walked over to meet with the newly-arriving infantrymen.

Reno scanned the crowd again, making eye contact with John. The cop extended his arms and laughed. Reno went to him, and the two men embraced.

“You weren’t lying, you son of a bitch. You’re a goddamn hero.”

“You trusted me and got me over here. You’re just as much of a hero as I am. Besides, Jack is the real hero. And I’m going to make sure people know that.”

“They will.” John stepped back and looked over Reno’s shoulder. “Just enjoy the moment. We don’t have to worry about those bastards anymore.”

Reno heard a pop then, and turned to see where it had come from. Beckett stood nearby with a bottle of champagne, the contents flowing down the side of the bottle. He raised both arms in the air and then, looking to the sky, pressed the bottle against his lips and guzzled.

As he watched everyone celebrate, Reno’s eyes drifted to where Rupp was talking with one of the Army soldiers. His hands sat on his hips and he was looking at the ground, shaking his head. Reno’s own smile disappeared.

Rupp kicked at the ground as he turned and made his way over to where Reno and all of the other soldiers were still celebrating.

This isn’t good.

Pressing his fingers into the corners of his mouth, Rupp whistled. Most of the soldiers turned to him. His somber expression caught everyone’s attention, and many of them quit smiling and stopped cheering.

Rupp cleared his throat. “Put down the fucking champagne, Beckett.”

Beckett turned more slowly than the others had, foam still sticking to his chin. He glanced at the soldiers on both sides of him, shrugging in confusion as to why he’d been singled out.

“What’s the matter, sir?” a female National Guard soldier asked.

“Corporal Robertson has just informed me of some very grave news.” Rupp turned to the man. “Corporal?”

The corporal stepped forward to address the crowd.

“I want to first applaud the efforts of everyone here for taking down the dome. You did one hell of a job.”

The soldiers erupted into another round of applause. Then Rupp stepped forward, his eyes narrowed. “Everyone, shut the hell up and listen to the rest of what the corporal has to say. Do not interrupt him again. That’s an order.”

The crowd went quiet other than for a couple of throat clearings.

Robertson continued.

“You’ve given us very valuable information on how to take these domes down.”

“Domes, sir?” Rodriguez asked.

“Nashville wasn’t the only city domed and attacked.”

Someone dropped an empty bottle, which rolled away and clanked to a stop. Nobody spoke.

“We have confirmation of attacks on Chicago, San Francisco, New Orleans—hell, most major American cities are under domes right now.”

Reno’s mouth fell open as if he’d been left in shock, but something in his mind had felt it all along.

“I know this news comes as a shock to you.” Robertson paused, and he seemed to be reassuring himself as he spoke to the troops. “But I don’t want us to forget how important the victory today, here in Nashville, was. Now we know how to take down the domes—and what happens when we do. Those alien bastards run with their tails between their legs.”

“Permission to speak, sir?” Rodriguez asked.

Corporal Robertson nodded.

“We’ve had no contact with anyone outside the dome until you all came rolling up in here just now, no way of communicating once the thing turned black. It’s great that we know how to drop a dome, but how are we supposed to get that information to the people trapped in those other cities?”

“That’s a fair question, and I’d be lying if I told you we had a solution for that right now. But we’re working on it.”

Several of the other soldiers tried asking more questions, all at the same time. Rupp came forward and silenced them all with a steely glare.

“Thank you, Master Sergeant Rupp,” Robertson said. “Now, I know you all have a lot of questions. But what’s important now is that we work on evacuating the city and getting all of you to a place where we can be ready with our next move. My men will have further instructions for you, so please get with them right over there.”

Everyone grumbled as they lined up to get their orders. Various men kicked at half-empty champagne bottles and stubbed out celebratory cigars.

“Harvey,” Rupp said. “Come over here.”

Reno looked to John, signaling for him to join him. The two men walked over to Rupp and Robertson.

“This is him,” Rupp said.

“We’ve got to get you somewhere safe where we can debrief.” Robertson turned and started to walk away before turning his head and waving Reno along. “Come with me.”

6

Maya lay on the bed in her childhood room, staring up at the ceiling. Despite using every breathing technique she’d learned from martial arts and meditation to try to calm herself, she couldn’t. Even keeping her eyes open didn’t keep her from seeing Gerald’s face.

She wanted to kill him. It didn’t matter anymore that he was the father of her children. Maya didn’t give a damn who he was. He had come into her mother’s home and taken the kids. Maya had custody of them, and even though the world had gone to shit, that didn’t mean he could do whatever he wanted. The days of her equally splitting custody with him were over. Whenever this thing ended, she would do everything in her power to make sure Gerald’s children never saw him again, whether that was through the court system or by putting him into a grave.

Maya exhaled and sat up. She wiped the sweat from her brow and pulled a hair tie out of her pocket. Slipping her hair into a ponytail, she swung her legs over the side of the bed and made her way to the empty space on the floor at the foot of it. If breathing steadily wouldn’t calm her down, then maybe exercise would.

She put herself through a rigorous circuit training routine, alternating between twenty reps of different exercises with only a ten-second rest in between each round. Maya channeled her anger into the movements. Sweat dripped down her face, and her body hurt. But it was the good kind of pain.

Maya was on her third round of push-ups when the ground trembled. It wasn’t intense enough to throw her out of her push-up position, but it was enough to make the China dolls rattle on top of the dresser. She pushed herself up onto her knees and breathed heavily.

“What was that?”

It had felt like an earthquake, but Maya had never heard of any happening in the Nashville area. Fear suddenly hit her, that it could have been something much worse.

“Maya! Get out here, quick!”

Maya jumped to her feet at the sound of her mother’s voice and ran out of her room.

“Mom?”

“I’m downstairs. Get down here!”

Maya hurried down the stairs to see that the front door was open. Outside, her mother stood near the steps, looking out towards the city. Maya followed her gaze.

A mushroom cloud had formed on the horizon, and Maya knew instantly that it must be over Centennial Park. And then it hit her. She could see the city. The dome was gone. And so were the obelisk and the massive spaceship that had been connected to it.

“Is that—”

“Centennial Park,” Maya said. “That’s where it came from.”

“Where the obelisk is?”

Maya shook her head. “Was.”

High, light clouds floated across the morning sky and birds flew in tight flocks from east to west. Maya scanned the sky in all directions, but saw no sign of the spaceship or the flying aliens.

“He did it.”

“Who?”

“Jack. He destroyed the engine—took down the dome.”

“What does that mean?”

Maya ran back into the house. Her mother hurried after her, calling her name and asking her for some sort of explanation. But Maya ignored her, rushing up the stairs and back to her room.

She threw all of her clothes and things into her bag, and then made sure she had water, a protein bar, and her loaded handgun. Then she went back downstairs to where her mother was waiting.

“Talk to me, Maya.”

“Mom, you need to go and pack a bag.”

“What for?”

“We need to get out of here. We need to get my kids.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. Did you see what happened? The dome is gone!”

“Exactly. And do you really think an alien invasion took place only in Nashville? Do you think the rest of the world has been watching this like a Hollywood movie? They’ll be back, and when they return, it won’t be pretty.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Yeah, well, we’re not going to be around here to find out. Now, go pack a bag.”

Maya looked over to see her mom standing with her arms crossed. She shook her head. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Maya’s brow furrowed. “What are you talking about?”

“This is my home. I can’t leave.”

Maya walked over to her mother and took her hand.

“Mom, this is just a place. Okay? You can get another house.”

Her mother shook her head again, more firmly. “This isn’t just a place. Your father and I lived in this house our entire adult lives. I’m not leaving.”

Maya went to say something else, but her mother cut her off.

“There’s nothing you can say that will change my mind.”

Tears filled Maya’s eyes. “Mom, please.”

“I’ll be here when you get back. Have faith. Go get your kids.”

Maya hugged her mother, gripping the back of her shirt tightly as she cried into her shoulder. Then, she walked outside and her mom followed, staying on the porch while Maya headed to the pickup truck. She threw her bag in the passenger seat, then looked back towards the patio. She wanted to ask her mother once more to come with her, but realized that it wasn’t going to happen.

“Get your kids. I’ll see you when you get back.”

Maya wiped her eyes and nodded. “I love you.”

“And I love you.”

Maya ducked into the vehicle. She took a deep breath, stealing one last glance at her mother. Her mom waved, and Maya blew her a kiss.

She pulled out of the driveway, taking off and crying as she avoided one more look at the house.

7

Ignoring the interstates, Maya headed north on Highway 258. With the dome down, she knew the interstates would be crammed with emergency crews trying to get into the city. She’d seen some flashing lights on the back roads, too, but nothing that would slow her down.

Gerald lived on the other side of the Tennessee-Kentucky state line in the town of Bowling Green, which was about an hour’s drive in normal conditions. But, with few people on the road, she was able to drive faster than she ever had, holding at around 90 miles per hour. The quicker she could get there, the sooner she could put him in his place and get her kids back. As the sun dropped below the western horizon, she turned on her headlights and the high beams, hoping a curious deer wouldn’t meander out into the highway.

She drove with the air conditioning cranked, which raised a chill on the back of her neck as she pondered what she would do once she got to his house. The safety of Maya’s children came first. But she couldn’t just ignore what he had done. And the kids needed to know the truth about their father. She’d done well to respect Gerald, even though there had been times when she’d wanted to curse him out or even hit him. She would never have done anything like that with the kids around, but things were different now. Laura and Aiden had seen how Gerald had treated their grandmother when he’d come and snatched them from her home, and they’d understand why their mother wasn’t putting up with the bullshit anymore.

She barreled around a slow bend, easing off the gas and leaning forward to get a better look at what was ahead in the darkening twilight. A quarter mile up the road, several vehicles stretched across the highway, blocking it. They appeared to have been parked that way deliberately. Men stood in front of the cars, but from what she could see, they weren’t armed.

Scanning the area, she hit her brakes and tried to decide whether she should take another road which cut across the highway in front of the blockade or stop and see what this was all about.

One of the men smiled and waved as she slowed down further on approach, clicking off her high beams.

You’re being paranoid, Maya.

She came to a stop about five feet in front of the vehicles, but kept her doors locked and her truck running. A large man with shaggy blonde hair who was wearing a Kentucky Wildcats shirt approached her door. He wasn’t carrying a gun, and she didn’t see one bulging underneath his shirt or in a holster on his waist. Maya dropped her window.

“Good evening.” The man grinned, and she could see he had several gold teeth.

“Evening.”

“What’s a pretty thing like you doing out here by yourself?”

That’s not a great way to start a conversation, Maya thought. She gripped her steering wheel with both hands.

“I could ask you the same, even though you’re not alone. Why do you have the road blocked?”

“We’re locals. Wanted to keep tabs on who’s coming through. White House was a quiet little town until a few days ago.”

“There were a lot of quiet towns a few days ago. But I promise you that I’m not a thief or a looter. Now, if you wouldn’t mind letting me continue on my way?”

The man’s smile widened, and she thought she saw a sparkle in his eye, although it could have been a reflection of her headlights. He looked past her, trying to see what she had in the passenger seat.

“You pack light. Where you headed?”

“No offense, but I don’t see a badge on your chest, nor anyone else’s.” She used her index finger to point at the other men standing around with their hands in their pockets and their eyes fixed on her. “I don’t have to answer to anyone. Now, again, if you’d please let me pass.”

The man clicked his tongue. “That ain’t no way to talk to a man. Kinda rude. Wouldn’t you agree, Rodney?”

The waif of a man who had to be Rodney stepped forward. He wore a gray shirt with sweat stains under each arm and had greasy, dark hair.

“I’d say so, Gill. I can’t say I like the way she’s talking to you one bit.”

“Not one bit,” Gill said, staring at Maya.

Maya sighed and looked quickly into her rearview mirror, calculating how far back she’d have to floor it in reverse before she could turn around and speed off down one of the side roads, then jumping back on 258 ahead of the roadblock or going straight through to the interstate and north on 65 to Bowling Green.

Sweat collected on her brow as she looked back at Gill, keeping the others in her peripheral vision. Her right hand reached for her bag on the passenger seat, knocking it to the floor and grabbing the pistol beneath it. She fumbled the grip, and by the time she’d raised it, she’d heard the clicks of metal on metal coming from outside.

“No way, sweetie,” Gill said.

Maya looked up. Every man had a pistol or a rifle pointed at her, and she felt cold steel. Gill had reached through the open window and touched the sharp edge of a buck knife to her throat.

“Get the fuck out of the truck.”

With their guns still aimed at her, the men led Maya inside White House High School. They escorted her through one of the side doors and then stopped.

“Cover her eyes,” Gill said. “We don’t need her knowin’ the way.”

Rodney pulled a bandana from his back pocket and wrapped it around her eyes. Maya coughed at the closeness of him, his breath reeking of chewing tobacco and cigarette smoke. She gagged, trying not to think about what he’d done into or with that bandana.

Someone grabbed her by the arm and pulled her along as they walked deeper into the school. Maya could smell sour milk mixed with bleach, two odors common to most schools even during times when people maintained the buildings.

They walked, taking several turns. She heard the thunk of someone hitting a door’s push-bar followed by a hiss as it slowly crept shut behind her. Suddenly, a pair of hands shoved her in the middle of her back as Gill ripped the blindfold from her face.

Maya stumbled forward and looked around, her eyes adjusting to the eerie darkness of the school’s gymnasium, a space that would normally have been bright, loud, and smelling like teen spirit. Several women sat in the bleachers to her left. Instead of cheering for the varsity White House basketball team, they now looked down at the tops of their shoes, not even bothering to make eye contact with her.

One of the men slapped Maya on her right butt cheek and she jumped. She turned around to see Gill grinning, nudging her toward the bleachers.

“Get that cute little ass up there with them.”

Maya glared at the man. Touch me again, and I’ll kill you.

“Go on, girl. Get.”

Unblinking, and looking only into his eyes, Maya walked to the stairs before turning away and climbing the bleachers. She sat at the end of the second row, away from the other women.

She looked back at the bedraggled group of women who couldn’t even bother to make eye contact with her and then at the men, wondering how she’d gotten herself into this situation—and how she was going to get herself out of it.

8

The men laughed as they moved out into the hallway. They remained where they could keep an eye on the women, but clearly wanted to talk about something where they couldn’t be overheard.

“Pssh. Hey.”

Maya turned toward the whisper, seeing one of the women trying to get her attention but not that of the men. She wore her long, brown hair in a ponytail and was using her green eyes to signal for Maya to join them. Maya looked down at the woman’s bulging, pregnant belly.

Glancing at the open door leading into the hallway, Maya saw that the men appeared to be arguing with each other, nobody paying attention to the women inside of the dark gym who didn’t seem to pose a threat to them. Maya scooted down the bleachers until she was sitting with the other women.

“What’s your name? I’m Alice.”

Maya hesitated as she looked into Alice’s eyes and saw the same fear and apprehension that had been rolling around in her own stomach. They had all been captured and brought here against their will.

“Maya. I was on my way to pick up my kids until these assholes showed up.”

“Nice to meet you, Maya.” Alice said.

“What are you all doing here? Did they force you in here at gunpoint, too? What are they planning to do with us?”

“There’s no time for that.” Alice used her right hand to caress the underside of her bump. “You’ve got to get out of here the first chance you get.”

“How?”

“I’m not going anywhere. You have to leave.”

“What? No. I’m not going to leave you all here for those animals to do whatever they want to do with you.”

“There’s no time to explain. We have to get you out of here so you can get help for the rest of us. It’ll be way easier to get one woman out rather than a whole bunch. Besides, most of us are married to those assholes—you’re not.”

“I won’t leave a pregnant woman here with these monsters.”

Maya looked around as one of the men in the hallway yelled an obscenity at one of the other men. “You need to come with—”

“Shh.” Alice turned her eyes down, looking away from her.

Maya looked over and saw the men walking back into the gym. Despite the shouting of a few moments ago, Gill now led the smiling and laughing men back inside. When he saw Maya had moved closer to the other women, he wrinkled his nose and stuck his chin out.

“Hey, why are y’all talking to her?”

“They weren’t,” Maya said. “I was just—”

“I don’t believe I asked you. I believe I was talking to my wife.”

“It’s all good, sweetie,” Alice said to Gill.

A cold feeling crept up from Maya’s stomach as she attempted to make eye contact with Alice. The woman stole a glance, but then averted her gaze.

“No more Chatty Cathy. Get your ass back down to the other end of the bleachers,” Gill said to Maya.

Maya scooted back down, never taking her eyes off the estranged woman.

Maya sat with her elbows on her knees and stared at her feet, unaware of how many hours had passed. All of the men had gone back outside except for the skinny guy, Rodney. He stood in front of the door cradling a rifle in his arms like a woman would a nursing infant, with the barrel pointed at the floor but in a position where it could be brought up and fired quickly.

She looked up to see Rodney staring at her, a grin stretched across his pockmarked face. Maya turned away, but out of her peripheral vision she could see that he was still leering at her. She needed to leave before the monsters came out.

“Oh,” one of the women said.

The others gathered around but none daring to say another word.

Maya glanced over to see Alice clutching her belly. The pregnant woman grimaced and leaned over. Maya hurried up to her.

“Hold up, now,” Rodney said, coming over.

“What’s the matter?” Maya asked.

“It hurts,” Alice said. “Something’s wrong.”

“What do you mean?” Rodney asked.

“Look, I’m an EMT,” Maya said. “Take me to a room with some privacy so I can have a look at her.”

“No way in hell. Gill would be—”

Alice screamed and toppled onto her side, and Maya happened to be in a position to catch her and keep her from smacking her head off the bleachers.

Maya looked at Alice’s stomach and then to Rodney. “We have to do something.”

The man swallowed, sweat pouring down his face as he looked from Alice to the door and back again.

“Go get Gill,” Alice said to Rodney. “Please.”

“But he said I wasn’t supposed to leave the—”

“Now!” Maya screamed.

Alice winced as if the command had caused her physical pain.

Rodney swallowed, shook his head, cursed under his breath, and then jogged to the door.

“Take care of her.” Rodney threw the words over his shoulder at Maya. “Don’t let her fucking die, or—”

“Go!” one of the other women screamed at him.

When Rodney disappeared into the darkened hallway, Maya turned her attention back to Alice.

“Look, you’re going to be okay. Just tell me—”

“You’re damn right I’m gonna be fine.” Alice sat up and inhaled deeply. She removed her hands from her stomach and wiped the sweat from her face.

“You were faking it?”

Alice nodded. “You have to make a run for it. Right now.”

“What are they going to do when they come back and see that you were faking it? What will Gill do?”

“Honey, I’ve been playing Gill long enough. He’ll never know I was faking it. Now, quit trying to have sympathy for us and get the hell out of here. On your way to get your kids, just let the first cop or soldier you see know what’s happening here. You have to.”

Maya looked around at the other women. They smiled and nodded at her.

“Go, girl.”

“Hurry, please. Tell others.”

“Don’t let them get you.”

Maya made eye contact with them before responding. “Thank you. I promise I’ll send the police here to rescue you.”

“I know you will. I can see the truth in your eyes. Now, go.”

Maya gave the woman a quick hug and nodded at the others. Then she jumped off the bleachers and ran for the door on the opposite side of the gymnasium.

9

Maya slammed the push-bar louder than she should have and found herself in a hallway. She looked both ways, seeing double-doors at one end of the hall with light shining through their narrow glass panes. Her breath quickened and she ran toward them, trying to keep her steps light and as quiet as possible.

When she made it to the doors, she discovered a thick chain wrapped through both handles with a padlock hanging from it. She yanked on the chains, but they didn’t budge, and the padlock looked industrial. Maya scanned the hallway again, trying to find something to break down the door or smash the padlock with, but she saw nothing useful.

“Shit.”

As she stood with her hands on her hips, trying to think of a way out of the building, she heard several voices. Footsteps slapped against the tile floors.

They know I got away.

Maya ran down the hallway to her left, moving as fast as she could away from the voices and oncoming footsteps. Lockers ran the length of the hallway on both sides and the classroom doors had all been shut. She pumped her arms and ran until she reached the opposite end of the hall. When she had, she leaned against the wall and caught her breath.

“Where did you go, little lady?” Gill’s voice called out.

Maya pushed off the wall and ran again. She headed left, down another hallway. She came to yet another door, but this one wasn’t chained shut. The door opened to a stairwell, and she thought of running up the stairs but decided against it. She had a better chance of getting out of the school if she stayed on the ground floor. So, she ran down the next hallway.

Halfway down that hall, Maya slowed to a quick walk. She looked inside each of the classrooms, hoping to find a place to hide or something useful to break a window and get out of the building.

“You don’t want to know what I’m going to do to you when I find you, bitch.”

Gill’s voice sounded closer now. She could hear the other goons laughing, as well, opening and then slamming doors as they methodically checked each unlocked classroom. They’d eventually find her if she hid in one of the classrooms, but Maya needed a few moments to think and she couldn’t do that with Gill getting closer.

Maya’s eyes lit up when she saw the sign above the classroom three doors down from where she stood. She sprinted for it, opened the door, ducked inside, and eased the door closed behind her.

She couldn’t believe her eyes, or that Gill’s hillbillies hadn’t looted it already.

Long ductwork stretched across the top of the room and connected to exhaust hoods hanging over workstations. Massive, industrial machines sat silently in the corners while five tables had been positioned in the middle of the room.

The woodshop still had most of its tools sitting on workbenches, haphazardly left out in the open as the students had evacuated at some point in the recent past. The drill presses and power tools wouldn’t be much help, but Maya saw countless saws, drills, screwdrivers, and other assorted hand tools that could be used for their intended purpose—or as weapons, if necessary.

Maya knew she would be able to find something in here to break out of the school if only she had a few seconds to think. But the loud footsteps grew closer, and so did the voices. She saw a cabinet on the other end of the room and hurried over, opening the door and crawling inside the dark space that smelled of paint thinner and wood stain. The harsh, chemical fumes made her eyes water.

She wiped away the involuntary tears, listening to the heels of the men’s boots slapping on the tile as they proceeded down the hallway. Then the noises stopped just outside of the woodshop.

“Where the fuck did she go?” Gill said.

“Maybe into the shop? I don’t know.” That voice was Rodney’s and he was clearly trying to be funny.

“Don’t be an idiot. What would a woman want with power tools? She probably ran for the Home-Ec classroom.”

Maya bristled, but then realized that their jokes and misogyny might save her life.

“Why the hell would you leave her alone in there?”

“You mean you didn’t want me to come tell you that your pregnant wife was hurt?”

“Oh, to hell with this. Quit talking, Rodney. You’re only making my head hurt more. I wanna find that bitch, you got me? Go get Joey and Mark and head upstairs.”

Maya paused as she heard several men enter the nearby stairwell, this followed by silence as the stairwell door shut. Another sound. She waited.

The door to the woodshop opened. Maya could hear it but not see it. She felt a chill on her neck, and the paint thinner fumes had gotten to her so much that she felt like she might sneeze.

A metal object hit the floor and then an entire shelf that must have been full of woodscrews and hinges crashed to the ground in the woodshop. She shook and closed her eyes as they tore the room apart.

“Stupid, fucking bitch wouldn’t be in here. Wouldn’t know a belt sander from a jigsaw.”

The classroom door opened and then shut again, and even without opening the closet door, Maya knew Gill had left and probably headed into the stairwell to catch up with the others.

After counting to twenty just to be sure, Maya crawled out of the cabinet. Then she looked around the room for something she could use to escape from the school.

She thought of simply breaking one of the windows and making a run for it. But when she looked closer, she saw that the window was made from some kind of safety or security glass. A tight, steel mesh appeared to be sandwiched between the panes. She suspected that, because of the equipment in the room, the school had taken measures to protect their investment. A chair or desk would simply bounce off the glass, and it would bring Gill and his assholes running.

Maya had started to open the door to a supply closet when she stepped on something that felt hard. She looked down, realizing that she had stepped on the curved end of a crowbar.

Years ago, she’d locked herself out of her shed. She’d been married to Gerald at the time, and he’d let one of his friends borrow their bolt cutters. After fussing at him and rolling her eyes, she’d taken a crowbar from the garage and used it to break the padlock.

At least that son of a bitch is still good for something. Like jogging my memory.

She smiled as she bent down and picked up the crowbar. On her way out of the woodshop, she turned and pulled the door shut behind her—just as Gill had left it.

She looked both ways, making sure nobody had stepped into the hallway. She neither saw nor heard anybody.

Maya hurried down the hall to an external door that had been padlocked. She turned to face another door leading into the stairwell.

With the hooked end of the crowbar in her hand and the straight end aimed for the padlock, Maya heard voices coming from the stairwell. She ran beneath the stairs, ducking under them and out of sight.

Sitting with her knees at her chest, Maya held her breath as a stairwell door on the second floor flew open. The footsteps and voices seemed to be going higher in the stairwell instead of coming down.

“She’s on the third or fourth floor, I just know it,” Rodney said.

The footsteps echoed throughout the stairwell until another door opened and shut. Maya waited for several moments until she was certain that they’d gone up the stairwell to look for her and that nobody had snuck back down the way Gill had come into the woodshop after separating from the earlier group. Counting to fifty this time, she finally stood up and went back to the external door.

She pried the crowbar under the padlock, putting it in a position where she had leverage. Then she leaned into the lock and grunted, pushing down until the veins in her arms bulged.

“Come on, dammit.”

She closed her eyes and pushed harder, hoping the lock wouldn’t pop and shoot shards of metal into her eyes.

First came a snap, and then her knuckles smacked off the face of the door. Maya stumbled backwards, thrown off balance by the sudden release of pressure. Pain blossomed in her fingers and arms, but when she looked down, the broken lock lay on the floor at her feet.

She smiled and laughed, pulling the chain off the door and opening it. The fresh air almost made her want to cry, but she realized she had no time to spare. If Gill hadn’t heard the door open, he’d certainly discover the broken padlock when they descended the stairwell again after searching the upper floors of the school.

The sun had turned golden and it felt warm on her face. Maya shook out her arms and looked around. She saw a pickup parked against a curb in the yellow-lined “no parking” area behind the woodshop. No school official or student would have parked it there before everything had happened, so she had to assume it belonged to Gill or one of his crew.

Maya ran to it, pulled open the unlocked door, and jumped inside. The keys had been left in the ignition—the aliens probably hadn’t been all that interested in the stolen car trade, after all.

As she turned the key and the engine fired up, Maya saw movement out of the corner of her eye.

Gill stood in the doorway with a gun pointed at her.

“Shit, come on!” Maya said as she dropped the truck into drive and slammed her foot onto the gas pedal. Three successive cracks preceded the concussive sound of the rear window shattering.

She didn’t know how many rounds Gill had in his gun and she didn’t want to find out.

Maya slid down in the driver’s seat, the truck tires squealing as she raced down the access road behind the school with the smell of burning rubber in her nostrils.

Three more gunshots came, each thumping into the steel panels of the truck but none of them hitting the tires or shattering anymore windows.

Maya peeled around the corner and out of Gill’s range before she looked into the rearview mirror. Several of the men had turned the corner behind her, but apparently decided to save their ammo given the growing distance between them and her truck.

Banging on the steering wheel with her palms, Maya laughed as she turned onto the highway and headed north again.

“Home-Ec, my ass.”

10

Maya sped north on I-65 and into the gaping maw of another dark, uncertain night. Her mind wandered as she kept a tight grip on the steering wheel, her hands locked into the 10 and 2 positions. The adrenaline surge from her escape had subsided, but her paranoia had not. In fact, she seemed to be more worried now than she had been while stuffed into the supply closet with Gill stalking around the shop looking for her.

She realized that she’d been glancing into the rearview mirror every few seconds, looking to make sure Gill and his men weren’t following her. She shuddered when she thought of what might have happened if she hadn’t gotten away, and then pictured Alice’s face as she thanked God that she had. Although Maya feared for Alice and her unborn child, she understood that there wasn’t anything that could be done about them now. She could only hope that the woman had been able to outsmart Gill and cover up the fact that she’d helped Maya escape. But then again, outsmarting Gill didn’t seem to require much intellectual heavy lifting. She’d keep her promise to Alice, too, but finding cops out here didn’t seem likely anytime soon. And she had other important concerns.

Laura. Aiden.

How were the kids? What would the situation be like when she arrived at Gerald’s?

Maya wanted her kids back and to take them somewhere safe. That was it. Somewhere away from their bastard of a kidnapping father and the alien invasion—not being sure which one was worse. Maybe the situation at the school had been what she’d needed to get her adrenaline pumping and give her the confidence to know that she wasn’t just as strong as a man, but stronger. Stronger than several from White House, anyway.

A flash of light reflected from her rearview mirror, pulling Maya out of her thoughts. When she looked again, she didn’t see the source on the highway behind her. Rolling down the window, she stuck her head partially out and quickly saw where the light had come from.

It had come from the sky.

From an alien ship.

Her hands shaking, Maya turned off her headlights. She kept her foot on the gas, but decided she needed to hide. If the aliens spotted the vehicle on the road, they might destroy it.

Maya pulled over onto the side of the road, slamming on the brakes. She jumped out of the car, staying low and keeping her eyes to the sky. Hopping over the guardrail, she slid down the hill on her stomach, moving into a ditch and out of sight.

A beam shot light into the trees as the ship slowly descended. She had witnessed smaller crafts monitoring the rural areas and towns in order to find and eliminate the people who they couldn’t trap inside of the domes.

She’d just looked out from around the trunk of a tree when the spotlight blinded her. Maya slid down and out of sight.

“Shit, shit, shit.”

Her heart raced. She lay face down and didn’t move. If they saw her, she was dead.

The sound of the ship’s engines roared and the dirt and leaves swallowed Maya like a surging hail storm. She put her hands over her head, just waiting for the burn of the laser that would incinerate her instantly. But, instead, the gale force subsided, and when she opened her eyes, the area was again encased in darkness. She looked up and saw that the ship had flown higher, its light now shining to the west.

Maya sighed as she climbed to her feet and crawled to the top of the hill.

She jogged over to the truck and started the engine. Then she hit the gas, spitting gravel into the air as the tires squealed when they grabbed the asphalt of I-65.

Within minutes, she had crossed the Tennessee-Kentucky border, making it one mile closer to her kids.

When Maya arrived in Bowling Green, Kentucky, she took the second exit, pulling up to a gas station and parking the truck at the edge of the lot.

Bowling Green felt like a ghost town. Even though it was the middle of the night, there should have been more people out, especially at a rest stop gas station. She didn’t see any fires, and none of the nearby buildings looked damaged, leading her to believe that the aliens hadn’t swarmed and destroyed the city or domed it the way they had Nashville. Perhaps most of Bowling Green’s citizens had fled town, or else they hid from the aliens.

Maya pressed her hands against her temples with her arms resting on the steering wheel. Not only did her head throb from everything she had been through over the past several days, but she couldn’t remember where Gerald lived.

She had refused to bring the kids to his house for his court-appointed times with them, instead forcing him to drive to Nashville. He’d moved several times over the past couple of years for different reasons, usually because he was running from the back rent, let alone the front rent. That had come as no surprise to Maya. She would wait at the mailbox on the third Monday of each month, mentally taking odds on whether his child support check would be in there. He pretended to have the best intentions for his children at heart, but what he said with his wallet showed what really mattered in Gerald’s life.

The mere thought of having to drive up to this shithole town and get her kids only made the veins in her head pulse more.

She punched the roof of the cab with her right hand and then leaned back against the headrest, closing her eyes. She took two deep breaths.

“Where is his damn house?”

She opened her eyes and looked around. Parked on the other side of the lot sat a slick-looking, brand new Mustang.

I swear that car is better looking than any man my age. Even the new ‘Stangs.

Her mind drifted as she thought about the cherry red Mustang she’d been saving money to buy, although this one looked really good in midnight black.

Then it hit her.

“Midnight Avenue.”

That was the name of Gerald’s street. Now she had remembered the name, but she still couldn’t remember how to get there and there was nobody around to ask. And even if there had been, the chance that they would be able to give her directions to one specific street in this town would be slim. People couldn’t navigate on their own anymore even without the threat of an alien invasion.

Her eyes drifted to the convenience store, then down to the crowbar in the passenger seat, and the idea hit her. She grabbed the crowbar and jumped out of the truck.

Maya looked around as she jogged to the front door. She pulled on the handle, but the locked door didn’t open. She reared back, then swung the heavy end of the crowbar into the glass door, shattering it. No alarm went off in the store, which didn’t surprise her. She reached in and unlocked it, then pushed the door open.

The item she needed sat in a cradle on the front counter. She took the Kentucky map from the display, and grabbed a bottle of water from a nearby cooler and a package of beef jerky from a rack.

A small flashlight sat on the counter next to the maps, and she grabbed it also before spreading the map flat. She shined the light on what she thought was Gerald’s neighborhood, finally seeing Midnight Avenue. She circled it with a pen she found on the counter. Maya dropped a twenty dollar bill on the counter and then headed back out to the truck.

Maya stopped in front of the house and stared at the front door. The place sat cloaked in darkness, and the blinds on the windows had been drawn. Gerald’s pickup truck sat in the driveway.

He was home.

Maya took a deep breath, closing her eyes and leaning back against the headrest. She made sure her ponytail was tight, then grabbed the crowbar and stepped out of the vehicle.

Her heartbeat sped up as she walked up the driveway, around a primered Chevy Nova on cinderblocks, and past a garbage can overflowing with fast food wrappers and beer bottles. She scoffed, shook her head, and then continued to the back of the house.

Maya thought Gerald’s bedroom was on the front side of the house, so she figured she’d have a better chance of breaking in without waking him if she used the back door.

As Maya stepped over white plastic buckets and painted garden gnomes, she approached the screen door on his back porch. Her hands trembled. She still didn’t know what she was going to do when she saw him, though she was confident it involved the crowbar, which was itching for action in her sweaty hands.

She’d wedged the crowbar’s edge into the doorjamb when the back-porch light came on and the interior door rattled. Maya froze as the door opened and she found herself staring into a one-eyed beast—the barrel of a shotgun aimed at her face.

The person holding the gun lowered it and stepped forward into the light.

“Cameron?” Maya asked.

The young woman snorted, rolling her eyes and shaking her head.

“You can come on in. But he’s not here.”

11

Maya put her hands on her hips and stared at Cameron. The 29-year-old looked every bit of the hooch Maya remembered her to be. Her long, red hair cascaded around her face like she’d just jumped off a pole and she wore one of Gerald’s camo t-shirts, cut in half to expose her midriff with nothing but a pair of yoga pants below it. It was the middle of the night with aliens blowing up cities, and yet she was wearing makeup.

“What do you mean he’s not here?”

Cameron threw her arms out and to the side, shaking her head as she spoke. “What do you think it means? Now, are you coming in or not?”

“I don’t believe this,” Maya said.

A sound like a jet airplane screaming toward the ground made Maya freeze and look up. The lights of an alien ship soared overhead, the mournful wail receding as it sped to the east. She wasn’t looking when Cameron grabbed her by the arm and yanked her into the house.

“Hey!”

Cameron ignored Maya and shut the door. She went to the window and peeked outside, slamming the blinds shut with one pull of the cord. Maya grabbed the woman by the shoulders and shoved her backwards into a chair.

“You ever touch me like that again, and I swear to God…”

“Oh, cut the shit.” Cameron pushed a lock of hair from her face and smirked. “I just saved your ass from being seen by those things in the sky. You could thank me.”

Maya put her hands on her hips and balled her fingers into fists before turning around and walking to the center of the room.

“Gerald always said you were an ungrateful bitch. No wonder he left you.”

Turning around, Maya narrowed her eyes at Cameron and crossed her arms. “He’s really got you believing that he left me?” Maya laughed. “You really are as dumb as you look.”

“He’s special, you know. It’s not my fault you couldn’t see that in him. And that I do.”

“Yeah, he’s special, all right.”

“Now look, I told you he’s not here. He went off with my car, and I don’t know where he went to, okay? I haven’t talked to him since before all this shit went down.”

Maya took a deep breath, refocusing on what really mattered—finding Gerald, who had her children, and not on a verbal joust with this 2-bit skank. “What the hell are you doing up here anyway? I heard Nashville was surrounded by some sort of force field or dome or something.”

“It was. But, clearly, your pimps don’t give you the most up-to-date information. It’s down now.”

Cameron tilted her head. “No shit. How?”

Maya ignored the question because it wasn’t her responsibility to be Cameron’s source of news. But also because Maya wasn’t quite sure. She’d gotten out, but the dome had still been up at that point. And then she’d stood by her mother as it had come down completely. How? Maya wanted that answer, too.

“Look, don’t act all coy. You know why I’m here.”

“I don’t. If it’s because you’re having some kind of mid-life crisis after getting trapped in that dome and you want him back, then, honey, you might as well get your ass out of here right now.”

Maya raised an eyebrow. “If you haven’t talked to him since before the ships showed up, then how did you know I was inside the dome?”

Looking around the room, Cameron did all she could to ignore Maya’s unblinking stare before she shrugged, and then stood.

“You want a drink or something?”

Cameron walked across the living room and headed for the kitchen, but Maya grabbed her arm as she walked by.

“Hey, let me go!”

Cameron squirmed, but even though she was several years younger than Maya, she hadn’t learned the martial arts skills Maya had. In a split second, Maya had the woman’s arm pinned behind her back.

“You lied. Why?”

“I didn’t lie to you. I just assumed you were inside the dome. That whole damn city was.”

Maya pushed Cameron’s arm toward the ceiling. Gerald’s girlfriend yelped.

“You’re hurting me, you fucking bitch!”

“Keep lying to me, and I swear to God I’ll break your little arm. Now, I want you to tell me where he is.”

“Let me go and I promise I’ll tell you.”

“And if you don’t, then I’m gonna give you two black eyes to match that whorish mascara you got on.”

“My dad beat my ass when I was a little girl. You can’t threaten me into anything. Just let me go.”

Maya wanted to snap her arm, just to take out her mounting frustration on the skinny little slut. But she resisted, finally letting go and pushing Cameron away.

Cameron rubbed her arm and turned around.

“Goddamn, bitch. You got a tight grip.”

“Tell me where he is.” Maya took a step closer to Cameron. “Tell me where my kids are.”

Cameron crossed her arms. “All right, listen. He does have your kids. He took my car while I was sleeping and he split town. He left me a note, explaining everything and telling me where he went.”

“Where’s the note? Where did he go?”

“Can you stop being so selfish for a minute? I said the bastard left me!”

Maya chuckled, but it offered the sound of breaking glass instead of laughter. “I’m not being selfish, Cameron. I’m thinking about my children that he stole from me.”

“Boo-fucking-hoo.”

Maya stepped into Cameron’s face, moving in so close she could see the layers of foundation covering her adult acne. “Look, I’m giving you one last chance to tell me where he is, or I’m going to beat you senseless and then read the note anyway.”

“I’ll tell you where he is. But only if you promise to take me with you.”

“No way,” Maya said, stepping back and shaking her head. “You’re not going anywhere with me.”

“Well, then sit and spin on this.” Cameron held up her middle finger. “And then get the hell out of my house.”

She could knock the bitch out and search for the note, but that could take hours. Hours Maya wasn’t sure she had.

“So, what’s it gonna be? You gonna bring me along, or are you gonna randomly drive around Bowling Green looking for your kids?”

“I should take my chances on the street.”

“Yeah, maybe you should.”

Maya scoffed and gave in. “Fine.”

“That’s what I thought,” Cameron said. “Now, let’s get—”

Maya stepped completely into the punch, her fist smacking off the side of Cameron’s head with a dull thunk. Gerald’s girlfriend collapsed to the floor, her arms spread and her eyes closed. She didn’t move.

Maya shook her hand out, feeling her knuckles beginning to swell. It wasn’t like in the movies. People had hard skulls, and Cameron’s was about as thick as a cinder block wall.

“Sit and spin on that, bitch.”

12

Maya opened her eyes, unsure of what had woken her. She rolled onto her back, her vision blurry as she stared at the ceiling. Then she heard a faint shriek from the basement and remembered that she’d dragged Cameron down there and locked the door. As a single mom and the sole protector of her own house, even the slightest noise would pull her out of a deep sleep.

She had resisted the urge to tear the house apart in the hopes of finding Gerald’s note, but there was no guarantee it was there anyway—or that he’d written anything. Cameron could have been lying about all of that. Besides, Maya’s body had refused to cooperate. She’d had to rest, even if that meant catching a few hours on Gerald’s couch.

After stretching her arms and cracking her neck, Maya walked into the kitchen and turned on the light. She poured herself a glass of water, then opened the refrigerator. She scoffed when she saw three beer bottles, a half-finished carton of Chinese food, and a hunk of some unidentified cheese that probably wasn’t supposed to have fuzzy mold growing on the edges.

“And he wonders why I don’t want the kids staying here.”

Maya grabbed a beer, shaking her head.

“Of course. Bud Light.”

She popped off the cap and took a swig. Light beer tasted like piss compared to what she drank. Maya didn’t trust a beer she could see through—something she’d heard her father say numerous times growing up when they’d be out in the yard working on his Chevy Nova together. But the cold brew would have to do for now as she listened to Cameron yelling in the basement.

“Good morning, sweetheart.”

Maya looked at the kitchen’s ceiling fan as she took another swig, closing her eyes and devouring the sudsy, liquid breakfast. Then she opened her eyes up, belched, and looked at the door leading down to the basement.

From the bottom of the steps, wedged between the washer and dryer, Cameron continued to kick and scream. Maya had locked her down there, dragging the woman’s limp body down the stairs and tying her up before she’d gotten a chance to come around. The laundry area reeked of mold and bleach with a constant drip of water coming from the darkened corners of the basement. It had to be twenty degrees colder down there. Maya hadn’t been trying to knock Cameron out, but it hadn’t been her fault the chick had a glass jaw. For a moment, Maya felt guilty for locking her in the dungeon of a basement. For a moment.

Before crashing on the couch, Maya had done a quick search looking for the note Gerald had left for Cameron. But she’d come up empty. Maya had rifled through Cameron’s pockets and upended the trash cans sitting in the driveway. Nothing.

As the woman continued to curse in the basement, Maya rubbed her head, trying to block out the noise so that she could think. Cameron may have been immature and trashy, but she wasn’t a pushover. Even after Maya had decked her, the woman still wasn’t going to give in—she was down there launching insults and threats at Maya, not crying or begging to be untied. Maya knew a little about the woman’s past, including how her father had beaten her and sexually abused her, and even about how she’d had an abortion and a miscarriage from previous relationships. In some strange way, she’d admired Gerald for putting up with the woman’s bullshit and caring enough to maybe help her live a stable life. Then again, it could have simply been her nice rack.

“Damn it.” Maya had to face the reality of the situation. Gerald’s little girlfriend knew where he was, and she was the only way Maya was going to find Laura and Aiden.

“Bitch! Let me out of here right now!”

Maya finished emptying the beer bottle, staring at it for a minute before slamming it down on the floor so that it shattered into pieces. Then she eyed a glass of water on the counter, grabbing it before she walked to the basement door.

13

As she started down the stairs to the basement, Maya flipped the light switch. Cameron sat where Maya had left her, on the concrete floor with her hands bound to a support beam with laundry-line rope.

“You fucking whore. Let me go right now!”

Cameron hurled a long string of profanity at Maya, who walked over to the woman and tossed the water in her face.

“Shut up for a minute. I mean, my God, I can’t even hear myself think.”

“Untie me right now and get the hell out of my house.”

Maya thought the deed was probably in Gerald’s name, but she wasn’t in any mood to debate the semantics of home ownership with Cameron. If she was going to have any chance of finding her kids, she was going to have to figure out some way to work with this woman.

“Look, I need to have a serious conversation with you. If I untie you, will you chill out and talk to me like an adult?”

Cameron looked away with a huff and a quick sniffle. She then stared at the cold, concrete floor and nodded.

Maya walked to a folding table and grabbed a pair of scissors. She reached behind Cameron and slid the blades underneath the rope binding her hands to the beam.

“Don’t move.”

Maya cut the rope and then walked back around in front of Cameron. Still sitting on the floor, the woman massaged her wrists.

“All right,” Maya said. “Now, let’s—”

The pain shot through Maya’s leg as Cameron kicked her in the shin. Maya cried out and doubled over to grab her leg as Cameron jumped to her feet and took her first step toward the stairs leading up to the kitchen. But Maya reached up and grabbed a handful of Cameron’s hair. The girl screamed as her head snapped backward. Maya dragged her over to a chair and threw her into it. Then she pointed the scissors at Cameron’s throat.

“Give me one reason why I shouldn’t jam these into your neck right now!”

“I know where your kids are.” Cameron’s mouth twisted in a lipstick-blurred sneer, her face nearly as red as her dyed hair.

“But you won’t tell me. I might as well tie you back up and leave you down here to rot.”

As Maya turned around and began to climb the stairs, the young woman started to cry. Cameron’s makeup already ran down her cheeks in dark trails of tears. She didn’t come at Maya again, and didn’t light up with another string of curse words. Instead, Cameron put her face into her hands and sobbed quietly.

“Wait,” she said.

Maya stopped and looked over her shoulder.

“I wasn’t totally honest with you. There was no note. The bastard just left me here. The whole part about me waking up and him being gone is true, but he didn’t leave me no note. Gerald ditched me, like I was nothing to him.”

“So, you don’t know where my kids are?” Maya threw her hands up, placing them behind her head as she exhaled.

“I didn’t say that.”

Maya stared at her, raising her eyebrows.

“I don’t want to die here. Alone. Please don’t leave me here with those aliens and their damn laser beams. I’m scared. Don’t leave me.”

“Why didn’t you take his truck earlier?”

“Gerald’s been having problems with it. Says it sometimes don’t start and what would happen if I’m deserted on the highway? By myself.”

She rolled her eyes, wondering if Cameron was really that weak or simply playing the role. Maya was a mother, a paramedic, and a healer. And as much as she wanted to leave this piece of white trash with the other dirty laundry in the basement, she couldn’t bring herself to do it. Although, bringing along such a weak person could cost her. Unless…

“You know where he is? Where he’s taken my kids? No bullshit?”

“No bullshit.”

Maya looked into Cameron’s eyes. The woman appeared scared, and maybe it was just an act, but Maya would never find her kids on her own, not without any knowledge of where in this crazy world Gerald had taken them.

“Okay, then. Let’s pack some stuff we’ll need and get out of here.”

She turned and climbed the rest of the stairs, and Cameron came up behind her. Maya went to the kitchen for some dry goods and canned food while Cameron packed a few sets of clothes, things either of them could wear. Maya had also told her what she needed to assemble a makeshift first aid kit and the woman did what she was told, not saying a word or even looking Maya in the eye. That badass stripper act had run off with Cameron’s makeup and now Maya saw her for the frightened little girl she really was.

Once they had Gerald’s pickup truck loaded, Maya walked to the driver’s side and held her hand out.

“Give me the keys.”

Cameron crossed her arms. “You can’t be serious.”

“What?”

“You’re not driving.”

“Yes, I am.” Maya put her hand on her hip and shifted her weight to one leg.

“Once you know where your kids are, how do I know you’re not going to throw me out of the truck in the middle of nowhere or leave me on the side of the road for those disgusting aliens to probe me or whatever?”

Maya rolled her eyes. “I drive an EMT rig. It’s what I do for a living. I know how to drive under chaotic conditions and extreme pressure. If we get into any kind of trouble, I need to be the one behind the wheel.”

“Fine.” Cameron slammed the door shut and stepped back from the truck. “Good luck finding your kids on your own.”

Maya sighed, and looked away. The girl had street smarts, she’d give her that. Cameron knew how to use what little leverage she had to protect her own ass.

Maya shrugged. “Okay, you win. Let’s go.”

She walked around the back of the truck to the passenger side while Cameron got in on the driver’s side. They shut the doors at the same time.

Maya looked down the street as Cameron pulled out of the driveway. Faces appeared at the windows of several houses as they crept along at about ten miles per hour. Cameron turned off Midnight Lane and headed toward the highway. Heading out, Maya had a feeling that the eerily empty neighborhood would be her last respite from the inevitable violence awaiting them. And she was right.

14

The first glimpse of sunlight appeared on the horizon, and even though Maya had gotten a few hours of rest, her heavy, red eyes made it difficult for her to stay focused and awake. She’d cracked the window and allowed the cool but moist Tennessee Valley air to fill the cab. Maya could detect the usual rural highway odors—moldy hay and manure. But she could also smell smoke and the unmistakable stench of burnt plastic, and that reminded her that this wasn’t a typical early morning drive.

Her driver coughed, but Maya wasn’t in the mood to talk to her yet. She didn’t trust Cameron, and that more than the extra-large pot of coffee they’d brewed before leaving Gerald’s house helped to keep her alert.

Maya looked out her window as they passed through a southern suburb of Bowling Green. Even after seeing what the aliens had done to Nashville, the degree of destruction almost took her breath away. Few of the office buildings or structures along the highway had remained intact. Several continued to burn, orange flames emitting billowing, black smoke filling the sky like a cursed sunrise. Cars and other vehicles sat in twisted heaps of metal as if dropped from the sky, and bodies could be seen everywhere, none of them moving. Maya hadn’t seen any people since they’d left Midnight Avenue, but she heard the distinct pop of gunfire and wondered who, or what, they were shooting at. The scale of the damage didn’t appear to be as severe as what she’d witnessed in Nashville, though, which made Maya wonder if it had been caused by the aliens or by the panicked citizens of Bowling Green.

Maya grabbed her travel mug from the cupholder and took another sip of her coffee. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Cameron’s expression in the window’s reflection. The woman’s eyes bulged, and her jaw had gone slack. She had both hands on the wheel and was leaned into it, looking from left to right at the damage.

“Are you all right?” Maya asked.

“I don’t know. This is all a little overwhelming.”

“You mean you haven’t seen any of this?”

Cameron shook her head. “I’ve stayed in the house ever since it started. Gerald made sure we had plenty of food, and he told me not to leave. So, I didn’t. I heard the chaos outside, and I was too scared to go out there.”

Maya understood how Cameron felt, but she had already acclimated to the situation after everything she’d been through in Nashville. Maya had seen the dome bring constant darkness, aliens filling the skies like angry, intergalactic hornets, and the utter destruction of a city in days, when it had taken hundreds of years to build it. And the death. Even as an EMT, that was not something Maya would ever acclimate to or forget.

“There are bodies just lying in the street. But I don’t see any survivors” Cameron said. “Where are they? What happened?”

“I don’t know.” But she did. Sort of. Still, Maya decided not to overwhelm the young woman so soon after leaving the house she’d locked herself inside of while the invasion had gone on.

Cameron’s head turned from left to right and back again as she drove, trying to maintain the truck’s speed while rubbernecking at the endless blocks of fire-scorched rubble that had been her town. Maya reached for Cameron’s mug and then handed it to her. Cameron took a sip, cleared her throat, and then smiled at Maya.

“I’m sorry about how I talked to you back there at the house. I’ve been scared shitless, especially since Gerald left.”

Maya felt a smile pulling at the corners of her mouth and she dampened it before Cameron would notice. “Look, you don’t have to pretend like we’re friends. We’re not. We’re just two people stuck in a shitty situation who just so happen to be connected to the same asshole.”

Cameron sat up straight in the seat, took another sip of coffee, and then shrugged as she kept her eyes on the road ahead.

“He’s not that bad, you know. He’s changed a lot since you two were married.”

“People don’t change. And the fact that he left you behind is proof of that. Trust me.”

“Yeah, well, even considering that, he still treats me better than a lot of other men have.”

Maya swallowed, the weak coffee now churning like an acid bath in her stomach. She felt feverish and jittery, and much as she wanted to attribute it to the caffeine, she knew it probably had something to do with sitting next to her ex-husband’s girlfriend while driving down a highway in a post-apocalyptic nightmare—which wasn’t a dream at all.

They weren’t friends. Far from it. Just a few hours ago, they’d been treating each other like punching bags. But if anyone in the world knew what it felt like to be entangled in the mess that was Gerald Waller, it was this woman. And she’d had the same experience with him as Maya had.

“Have you ever talked to anybody about that stuff? You know, like, a professional?”

“You mean a fuckin’ shrink?”

Maya shrugged. “Yeah, for lack of a better word, I suppose that’s what I mean.”

Cameron laughed. “Honey, no person, whether it’s some therapist or my boyfriend’s ex-wife, is going to be able to fix me.”

“I don’t mean that, and I didn’t mean to offend you. I agree that no one is going to be able to fix you. But maybe someone can help you cope with things a little better.”

Cameron looked straight ahead, her knuckles white on the top of the steering wheel. With the reflection of the rising sun reflecting off the rear-view mirror, Maya noticed a single, silent tear rolling down Cameron’s face from the corner of her right eye.

“My dad abused me as a kid. No, he molested me. And all through school, I was bullied because I was fat and had bad acne. When I was 17, I had a miscarriage which was the result of a date-rape. Ever since, I’ve found myself in one bad relationship after another. And even though it might be hard for you to believe, Gerald has treated me very well. For once in my life, I’m fairly happy. I have a man I love. I make good money tending bar in a dive while wearing a low-cut Wildcats t-shirt. Men tip me more than what they put into the Sunday collection basket at church. I’m not sleeping behind a dumpster and I don’t have to knock cockroaches off my burritos before I eat them. That might not sound like the exciting life you’ve been leading, but to me, it’s something. But all that ended when this shit started.”

Maya watched Cameron swipe at another tear, wiping away her haunted past and her uncertain future. From where she sat, Maya could see a purple and black bruise forming on the woman’s face where her fist had landed a few hours earlier.

“I’m sorry that I punched you and tied you up in the basement. My emotions have been running high, and I’ve been through a lot. I just want to get my kids back.”

“Don’t be sorry. I deserved it for acting like a fucking brat.”

Maya laughed and shook her head. “You weren’t. You were trying to cope with this shit, like we’ve all been doing.”

Cameron took her foot off the gas as two deer crossed the highway. One dragged a limp hind leg behind it, the doe’s fur blackened and scorched. While waiting for them to get to the other side, Cameron turned and looked at Maya with red, bloodshot eyes.

“I’ll tell you this much. Gerald has your kids here in Kentucky.”

Maya leaned forward, staring hard into Cameron’s eyes, but not saying a word.

“But I’m not telling you exactly where until I’m sure you won’t throw me out of the truck.”

Maya felt a flutter in her stomach, and the news accelerated her heartbeat more than the coffee had. They were already in Kentucky, which meant they couldn’t be more than an hour or so from wherever Gerald had them.

Maya smiled. “Thank you.”

“Yeah, well, you can thank me when we get there.”

She hit the gas as the injured deer took one last look at the truck before hopping the guard rail. The engine roared as they continued heading west.

15

Reno sat in the back of the military transport with his head against the cold steel and his eyes closed. It felt like years had gone by since he’d had his old life in Nashville, and it worried him that he’d accepted this new world so quickly. He still couldn’t believe it had all happened, and the adrenaline from the situation was only now beginning to fade.

He opened his eyes and looked out the back of the transport where he rode with seven or eight soldiers. Morning had come, bringing with it a clear sky and brilliant sunshine. He was thankful to see the golden light after days of being suffocated beneath the dome’s utter darkness. And he knew they’d be safe from the aliens during the day. They wouldn’t be flying around in the daylight. The ships, however, posed a new threat… but Reno pushed that thought from his head. It felt like worthless worry, to create anxiety over things you couldn’t control. As far as he could tell and from what the soldiers had told him, the ships seemed to stay close to the domes, maybe to protect them. Theories abounded, and it seemed almost impossible to confirm a hypothesis.

A hand grasped him by the shoulder and he looked over to see John smiling at him.

“How you doing, buddy?”

“Good. I guess. You know where we are?”

“We’re on our way to a military base,” one of the soldiers sitting across from them said. He extended his right hand. “I’m Sergeant Matthews, U.S. Army.”

Reno shook the man’s hand, feeling the iron-clad grip of a career military man. Matthews was at least ten years older than Reno, a buzz cut of salt-and-pepper hair, tan and with a long scar running down his face. “This is John, Nashville P.D. And I’m Reno.”

Matthews pointed to Reno’s leg. “How’s that ankle?”

“It’s feeling better.”

“I can have one of my medics take a look at it when we stop.”

“That’d be great. Thanks.”

“That was quite brave what you gentlemen did back there,” Matthews said. “You’re heroes, you know.”

Reno huffed and shook his head. He’d been called that so many times in his career that it made him uncomfortable every time he heard it—not the sentiment someone would expect when lavishing praise upon an EMT or law enforcement officer. He decided against his pat response, but the line had popped into his head anyway.

Just doing my job.

Thousands of people in Nashville had died, including Jack. On top of that, Reno had no idea if Maya had survived or not. He couldn’t stop thinking about her, wishing he knew for sure if she was all right. Reno swallowed his urge to respond to being called a hero and decided he’d earned the right to ask some questions of those that should have more information than he did.

“Do you know anything about the ships? The domes? The aliens? Like, how many?”

“Right now, we don’t know much. Cell towers are down, so we’re solely dependent on shortwave communication. We’ve gotten sketchy reports from some larger cities—New York, Chicago, Houston, L.A.”

“They’re still there?” John asked.

Sergeant Matthews nodded. “And we’ve gotten word that some of America’s smaller cities have been completely domed like what they did to Nashville. Cleveland, Vegas, Tampa, Memphis—gone or domed. And that’s just the U.S. As far as I know, we’ve been unable to communicate with any of our international allies. But then, that level of comm is above my paygrade.”

“Jesus.” Reno lowered his head, looking at the tops of his boots. He’d seen the destruction in Nashville. And at the time, he’d thought it had only been that city experiencing it. But then, why would this happen in only a single U.S. city? Of course, the devastation had been more widespread.

“The good thing is that we’ve got a pretty safe operation where we’re going. We’ve been able to keep our military somewhat organized through all the chaos.”

“And where might that be?” John asked.

“Fort Campbell.”

Reno had had a friend stationed at Fort Campbell around the time he’d moved to Nashville. The military base was only about an hour and a half’s drive from Nashville, and Reno had gone up to see him a couple of times.

“Have you received any other reports?” Reno asked.

“Washington is a fucking nightmare. Domed, but with heavy resistance and some getting out. Maybe the way your girl did.” Matthews shrugged. “But communication from there has been intermittent and the tech isn’t holding up. We’re getting a lot of static across all the FM and shortwave bands.”

“Estimates on casualties?” John asked.

The sergeant went silent. He and the other soldiers looked at each other, and then he cleared his throat.

“It’s bad. No one knows for sure, but we’ve heard numbers in the billions.”

A cold silence seeped through the back of the transport. Only hours ago, Reno had been celebrating their apparent victory alongside the National Guard. But the news had only gotten worse since he’d come out from under the dome. Other cities had been domed. Some destroyed. Millions of people dead. Reno slumped, and his mouth went dry. He’d just taken a breath to ask a question when an explosion ended the uncomfortable silence.

The transport shook like the highway had been rocked by the seismic temper of an earthquake. Reno slung forward, toppling to the floor of the vehicle. He felt a hand on his shoulder and turned to see John trying to pull him up. He took John’s arm, who helped him back into his seat.

“Thanks.”

John nodded, then asked, “What was that?”

As the rumbling stopped, Matthews asked the driver, “Did you see what did that?”

“No, sir, Sergeant Matthews.”

Matthews stood and walked to the back of the transport. He looked out, glancing around and then pointing at the sky. Reno knew instantly that the sarge wasn’t admiring the morning’s white, fluffy clouds.

Another man gasped as he looked out. “My God.”

Reno scampered to the back and stood beside Matthews and the other soldier. He followed the Sergeant’s gaze upward.

A celestial rake of red laser beams were cutting through the clouds, and they were heading right for them.

16

Fire erupted thirty feet into the air from where the laser beams had hit the building to the side of the road. Smoke billowed upward in thick, pulsing clouds, and Reno could already see that there was nothing but rubble where the building had once stood. John reached down and offered his hand to Reno, helping him to his feet.

“Shit, man, you alright?”

“I’m fine.” Reno sat back down on the bench seat in the back of the transport. “Where did that come from?”

John shrugged. “No idea.”

“You got a visual on it, Turner?” Sergeant Matthews glared at a young soldier who was looking out the back of the vehicle through binoculars.

“Negative, sir. No sight of anything.”

“Goddamnit.” Matthews pulled the radio off of his belt and raised it to his mouth. “Bulldog 1, did you get a visual on what the hell that was?”

“Negative, Bulldog 2,” a soldier said from the other end.

“Should we fire at it, sir?” one of the soldiers asked.

“Fire at what?” Matthews shook his head and threw his hands into the air. “We don’t know what the fuck it is orwhere it is. So, for now, you can sit down and not say anything else stupid. You got—”

A second explosion hit the transport, the concussion sending Matthews and another soldier tumbling to the floor. Reno looked outside again to see flames burning the sky, these followed by black smoke. This detonation had felt closer, probably less than half-a-mile away. Reno craned his neck and looked into the sky, but he couldn’t see what was shooting at them. But the strikes seemed to be moving closer.

A couple of soldiers tried to help Matthews to his feet, but he pushed them away, brushing some dirt off his pants. The grizzled soldier chuckled as he pushed away their help.

“Should I stay on this course, sir?” the soldier driving asked.

“Did I tell you otherwise? Stay on course but give ‘er some more gas.”

The transport sped up and Reno looked to John, seeing the man’s mouth open and his forehead creased. Reno had seen firsthand the devastation brought by the aliens. For the first time, he paused to think about the advanced machines and technology they had brought to Earth. Trying to outrun their tech would be pointless. With the thought, Reno worried that Matthews’ arrogance and pride could get him and everyone around him killed. He wanted to caution the sergeant, but the man had already begun barking into his radio again.

“Bulldog 1, do you have visual yet?”

“Not yet, sir. We’re trying to establish some—”

The ground shook again, and this time Reno closed his eyes as the vehicle vibrated, powerful energy waves slamming into the transport like a heavy crosswind on an exposed highway.

“Shit!” the driver screamed.

Reno looked out the front of the transport to see fire and smoke where Bulldog 1 had been. The driver swerved to avoid the wreckage. Reno grabbed a hanging strap and braced himself as the transport went up onto two wheels, then toppled onto its side.

The sound of tearing metal made Reno wince as the smell of diesel fuel and burning rubber burned his eyes. Bodies slammed into his and the men inside the transport screamed as the vehicle slid along the asphalt roadway in a shower of sparks.

When the transport finally came to a stop, Reno looked around. He was on his stomach, unsure if he was on the floor or the roof. A soldier was on Reno’s back, groaning. When Reno asked the man to get up, he didn’t get a reply.

Reno pushed up and tilted his shoulder to the right until the injured man slid off his back. Now on his knees, Reno looked around.

Bodies lay sprawled around the space, a few of them corkscrewed into unnatural positions. The smell of copper filled his nostrils as blood began to pool on the floor. Reno looked down at the soldier who’d been on top of him—Turner, the man who’d been using binoculars to try and get a visual on the alien ship. The soldier stared upward, eyes open and unblinking with his chest still.

Reno heard a groan from the opposite side of the vehicle.

John rolled over onto his side, facing Reno. He had a cut on his forehead, and blood spider-webbing down his face. Reno slid over to the cop.

“You’re gonna be alright, John.”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. But look at this, man.”

John’s speech had slurred, like he’d started in on his second six-pack of the night. Reno looked into his eyes—glassy, pupils dilated. Reno took John’s hand and set it over the wound.

“Keep pressure on it.”

Reno looked around then, finding a canvas strap that had come loose from a piece of gear. It wasn’t exactly sterile, but he had to stop the bleeding first and hope they’d live long enough to worry about infection.

“I think they’re all dead,” John said.

Reno pulled the strap tight around John’s head and then scanned the transport. He had no way of knowing if that was true, but he didn’t have the time to do a formal check. Reno couldn’t possibly carry every injured soldier to safety before the aliens finished them off. He paused, interrupted mid-thought by a subtle vibration humming through the transport’s steel frame.

“We’ve got to get out of here.”

“Don’t gotta tell me twice.”

As Reno led John out the rear of the transport, someone groaned. Reno turned around and saw a raised hand. He climbed over the bodies to help the newly discovered survivor.

“Sergeant Matthews.”

Blood ran from Matthews’ nose as he stared up with blank eyes. Reno and John pulled the man into an upright position.

“Can you move, sir?” Reno asked.

“My goddamn arm is broken and I’m pretty sure my kneecap is on the other side of my leg.”

“We’ve got to lift him out of here, John.”

“The hell you are. Just go. Leave me here.”

Reno shook his head. “Not a chance.”

“That’s an order!” Matthews said with a cough.

“Yeah, well, we’re not in the army,” John said.

Reno and John each grabbed an arm and lifted the sergeant up. He let out a painful moan as they maneuvered him out the back of the transport, which had come to a stop laying on its driver’s side.

A haze of black smoke hung over the roadway and the stench of burning rubber made Reno gag. He looked to the sky, just waiting for the next round of explosive laser beams to finish the job. Off the side of the road, though, he noted that there were woods.

“Over there. Come on.”

Reno and John picked up Sergeant Matthews again and together they hobbled to the side of the road, slid down the embankment, and headed for the trees. Reno’s biceps felt like they were on fire, and the only thing that kept him from dropping the sergeant was the leftover adrenaline from their escape.

Reno said to John, “Let’s set him down h—”

The ground rumbled. Reno and John dropped the sergeant and went down themselves. Reno landed on his stomach and covered his head. Leaves and branches rained down upon them, but nothing injured any of the three men further.

When Reno sat up and looked back toward the highway, fire had engulfed the transport they had just escaped.

17

Dusk came, and it brought with it a slight chill. Reno shivered once, then tried to ignore the feeling. He wanted to keep Sergeant Matthews as comfortable as he could, and even though he knew the prideful soldier would never complain, Reno understood that he was hurting, lying in the tall grass with the injuries he’d sustained.

“We can’t keep him here much longer,” Reno said. “He needs real medical attention.”

“What do we do besides wait for someone else to come by?” John asked. “You think it’s safe to venture out in the dark?”

“I don’t think it’s safe anywhere, at any time. We just gotta hope someone is traveling the highway and not getting blown up by those lasers.” Reno stood and patted down the front of his pants. “Stay here.”

“Where are you going?”

“I’m going to walk up to the road. Stick around and keep the sergeant awake, keep his mind off his pain.”

Reno pushed through the trees and then climbed up the embankment to the shoulder of the highway. He stayed low, casting furtive glances into the darkening sky but not seeing any pulsing lights or polished metal.

The transport was nothing but a charred corpse, the men who’d died inside having been unintentionally cremated, as well. The smell of diesel and sickly-sweet burned flesh forced Reno to put his arm over his nose.

Looking both ways, Reno saw no movement, human or otherwise. Where were they supposed to take Matthews, and how would they get him there? Reno thought of Maya. She would have been able to get them out of the situation by hot-wiring one of the vehicles that had survived the blasts from the alien ship. He pictured her face and her warm smile.

He looked out at the still highway. “I hope you’re okay out there, and that you’ve found your kids. See you again soon, God willing.”

“Reno!”

He spun around. John’s voice had come from the woods.

“Come quick!”

Reno stumbled down the hill, ignoring the twinge in his ankle. Surprisingly, the strain had seemed to settle into a low-level ache which didn’t bother him unless he thought about it. Reno pushed through the low-hanging Magnolia trees, their scent a welcome distraction from the reek of death left on the highway. He stopped at the bottom of the embankment and looked at John, who was standing over Matthews. The soldier lay on his back, his body convulsing and his eyes rolled back in his head.

“I don’t know what happened. He just started doing this.”

Reno kneeled next to Matthews. Blood trickled from the corners of the sergeant’s mouth.

“Shit.”

“What?” John asked.

Matthews clutched at his stomach, squirming and writhing on the ground.

“Probably internal bleeding,” Reno said. “Blunt force trauma from the accident.”

“Shit. Tell me what I can do to help.”

The man on the ground shuddered, his eyes shooting open as if he’d been electrocuted.

Reno stared into Matthews’ bloodshot eyes, then glanced back at John. He shook his head. John sighed, but Matthews spoke before Reno could say anything.

“I-I need to...”

“Don’t try to talk,” Reno said.

The soldier stared up at Reno, giving him a slight nod. His eyes shifted slightly, seeming to look past Reno. Then Matthews took a breath, which turned into uncontrollable wheezing.

Reno stood and pulled John out of earshot. He whispered. “There’s nothing we can do for him. He’s hemorrhaging. Probably has a collapsed lung. The only way to save his life would be to get him into surgery right now.”

“We’ve got to get him out of here.”

“How?” Reno looked at John, understanding that the cop didn’t want to give up on the soldier. “We don’t have a vehicle. We can’t just carry him.”

“Maybe one of the cars left on the highway has the keys inside.”

Doubtful, Reno knew. But he had to let John do everything he could for Matthews. He nodded.

“Go have a look if you want. I’ll stay here with him. Maybe you’re right and—”

Reno cut his sentence short and turned when he heard soggy hacks. He saw Matthews with his hand raised, a knife firmly in his grip. Reno walked over and kneeled, taking the knife from the soldier’s hand.

“What are you doing?”

“Do it.”

Reno’s brow furrowed. “Huh?”

“Help me end the pain.”

Reno swallowed, his eyes wide. He glanced at the knife, then looked over his shoulder at John before facing Matthews again.

“No. We’re going to try and figure this out.”

“I heard you. Nothing you can do. Except this.”

Reno stared at the knife in his hands. What Matthews was asking for wasn’t something he could do. Even if it was the most humane option, he couldn’t kill a man. And he could see in John’s eyes that the cop couldn’t do it, either.

Yet, if Matthews had had the strength, he never would have asked Reno.

The realization hit Reno then. He couldn’t let the man suffer. He’d never experienced internal bleeding himself, but he had dealt with plenty of patients who had. It was recognized as one of the most agonizing experiences any human could endure. Reno didn’t know how quickly Matthews was hemorrhaging. He could last minutes, or he could last hours. Was Reno prepared to sit with the man and watch him slowly die, all the while in magnificent pain?

Reno sighed, gripping the knife until his hand began to sweat. He felt John’s eyes on them, but the cop had said nothing.

“Go see if you can find some keys in a vehicle so you and I can get out of here.”

“What about Matthews?”

Reno turned around so he could make full eye contact with John.

The cop shook his head. “Don’t do this, man. Let’s see if we can find a car first.”

“It’s what he wants. Now, go and see—”

Both men looked toward the highway when they heard footsteps and rustling coming from the high grass. Reno froze, and he held up one finger to John, who had heard the noises at almost the same time.

John gestured at Matthews, but Reno shook his head. There was no way they could move him, and Reno could only hope that the aliens would kill them instantly and without prolonged pain.

This was how it would end. That was the thought that Reno had as he prepared to die. They didn’t have weapons, and even if they had, the aliens seemed to be able to heal themselves. And there was no way to outrun the ETs who were able to fly with their own propulsion system strapped to their backs. He pictured the faces of his family, his friends, and Maya.

“If you have weapons, drop them. We’re 100% red-blooded Americans.”

Reno looked at John, relieved and anxious at the same time. One thing he knew for sure was that the aliens hadn’t started talking with a southern drawl.

18

“Hold it right there.” One of the soldiers stepped through the brush and aimed his rifle at Reno.

Reno kept his hands raised. He looked over at John.

“Is someone else with you?” another soldier asked.

“There’s only two of us left standing, and an injured soldier,” Reno said.

“Keep your hands where I can see ’em and slowly step out.”

John raised his hands and emerged from behind the tree. The soldier on the right looked him up and down.

“You’re a cop?”

John nodded. “Nashville P.D. And my friend here is an EMT.”

“What are you doing out here? And why is there a dead soldier at your feet?”

Reno’s eyes narrowed. “What? No. He’s not dead.”

The second soldier kneeled by Matthews and checked his pulse. He looked up at the first soldier. “Alive. Barely.”

“We were in a transport and on our way from Nashville when we were attacked,” John said. “The three of us were the only survivors.”

Reno stepped forward, against the soldier’s orders. “But it’s only going to be two survivors if we don’t get him some help fast.”

The soldier who was still standing glared at Reno for a minute. Then he lowered his weapon, letting out a sigh. “Get to the JLTV and drive it back here. We’ve got to get this poor guy back to base.”

The other soldier stood and hurried out of the woods, back towards the highway.

Reno and John still had their hands raised.

“You gentlemen can put your hands down. I’m Private First Class Reynolds, U.S. Army. Just call me Reynolds.”

The soldier stuck out his hand and Reno shook it.

“I’m Reno, and this is John.”

“Nice to meet you. Now, can you give me an update on the wounded?”

“This is Matthews,” John said. “Sergeant Matthews.”

Reynolds met his eyes. “Sergeant. Yeah, I saw his stripes.”

“Our vehicle flipped,” Reno said. “I’m pretty sure he’s got internal bleeding. He needs an ER doctor, and soon, or we’re going to lose him.”

A few minutes passed, and then the sound of an engine came from the road. The soldier who Reynolds had identified as Braxton emerged carrying a spine board stretcher. He lay it on the ground next to Matthews.

“Be careful moving him,” Reno said. He then looked at Matthews, whose eyes were barely open. “Hang in there, Sergeant.”

They carefully rolled Matthews onto his side and slid the board under him. Reno strapped him down, and then each man took a corner.

“On three,” Reno said. He counted, and on his mark, they lifted Matthews.

They carried him to the road where the JLTV sat idling and loaded him into the back of the vehicle. Reno jumped into the back seat, where he could keep an eye on the sergeant.

“I hope we can make it back before night,” Braxton said.

“We should be able to,” Reynolds said.

Reno didn’t know why that mattered, but he didn’t care. He only wanted to get to the base to get Matthews help.

“Just hang in there, Sarge.”

Braxton hit the gas, and the JLTV was off.

Reno kept looking at Matthews—the man’s skin had gone white and he flittered in and out of consciousness. He groaned with every bump in the road, and Reno noticed that John was now staring at the sergeant, as well.

“Jesus.” John looked out the window and then back at Reno. “If we don’t get to Fort Campbell soon, this guy is gonna die.”

Reno had witnessed so much death since this had all begun. Most of it had occurred in random flashes of violence which had left him helpless. But this guy, Matthews, he had a chance. The odds weren’t great, but Reno could do something about it. At least that’s what he kept telling himself.

John groaned, and Reno looked out his window to see what had troubled the cop anew.

Some cars had been abandoned, their doors open and the vehicles pulled off onto the shoulder of the road as if the drivers had stopped for a moment to check a tire. But other vehicles sat in piles of burning, twisted metal. Charred corpses blended into the melted plastic, creating a grotesque sculpture of death and destruction. Even inside their vehicle, the stench of gasoline and burnt flesh made Reno gag. Some of the bodies on the road had been burned so badly that he couldn’t tell whether the person had been a man or woman as they passed close by. And he had seen enough of the attacks to know that the death here was simply collateral damage. The flying aliens had not only killed people—they’d vaporized them with lasers like something out of a science fiction movie.

John said, “I knew it was bad in the dome, but my God.”

“Is it like this everywhere?” Reno asked.

“As far as we know,” Reynolds said. “None of the reports we’ve received have been positive.”

Again, Maya popped into Reno’s mind. He had wanted to believe that the invasion wasn’t widespread, that it was a strange anomaly in Nashville. But Reno couldn’t believe his own lie now, and as he surveyed the damage the aliens had left behind, he wondered if Maya would have had any chance to drive to her mother’s house without being blown to pieces by whatever weapon had attacked the Army transport.

An explosion pulled him out of his thoughts, rocking the JLTV like the earlier blasts they’d felt had knocked around the transport. He glanced out the back of the vehicle, looking to the night sky and expecting a laser to cut through the clouds like before.

But it wasn’t just a beam this time.

Flames lit the horizon, and a huge, dark shape flew through the flames.

It was headed right for the JLTV.

19

John turned around, looking out the back window with Reno.

“Not again.”

But Reno knew this wasn’t the same. Before, the attack had come from above the clouds, possibly from an alien ship at high altitude or low orbit. He squinted, trying to identify the figures coming at them.

“What is that?” John asked, finally noticing what Reno saw.

“Floor it!” Reno yelled, turning around to the drivers.

“It is!” Braxton said.

“What do you see?” Reynolds asked.

Reno pointed out the back window. “That thing is headed right for us!”

There was another explosion. Reno wasn’t wearing his seatbelt and he jolted forward, falling onto the floorboards. The tires squealed as the JLTV swerved. The momentum threw Reno against the back of the driver’s seat. He thought the vehicle would crash and roll like the transport had, but instead he felt the JLTV straighten up and continue speeding down the road. He looked up at John, who had been thinking fast enough to put a seatbelt on.

“Check on Matthews!”

John looked over the back of the chair and gave Reno a thumbs-up. “He’s still alive.”

Reno was glad they’d had the time to strap Matthews down, but the erratic and violent shakes of the JLTV under attack would worsen the sergeant’s condition and make it even less likely they’d get the man medical attention in time. Reno pushed himself back up into his seat and looked out the back window to see if the shape in the sky had gotten any closer.

He gazed around, but saw nothing.

“Where did it go?”

John shook his head. “I don’t know.”

“Switch seats with me, Reno,” Reynolds said. “I’m going to try and get a visual and unload some fire.”

Reynolds grabbed his rifle from the floorboards before him and unstrapped himself. He squeezed between the seats and sat down before Reno moved up to the front seat. He was sure to strap himself in this time, locking his seatbelt over his lap with a firm click.

Reynolds opened the window and pointed the rifle outside.

“You have a visual?” Braxton asked.

“Negative.”

Reno scanned the sky and tried to find the target. He saw nothing. Then he turned around to John.

“How’s Matthews?”

“Same, man. We’ve just got to get him to the base soon or...”

“Working on it,” Braxton said. “We’re only a few miles from—”

Reno recoiled and ducked down below the dashboard, the glass above him shattering. He felt the JLTV jerk and, when he looked to the driver’s seat, his eyes went wide.

Braxton was gone.

Somehow, Reno had the sense to reach over and take the wheel. Without a foot on the pedal, however, the JLTV had decelerated—the slight incline and gravity slowing it down. Reno unbuckled his seatbelt and hopped over into the driver’s seat. His hands and legs shook as he stomped the gas and straightened the wheel.

“What happened?” John asked.

“I don’t know. Did you see it?” Reno asked.

“Some laser beam came out of nowhere and got Braxton,” Reynolds said.

“Got him?” John pointed at the front seat. “It fucking evaporated him, man!”

“Just keep your foot on the gas,” Reynolds said. “We’re not far from the base.”

“Can you see whatever is shooting at us?” Reno asked.

“Negative. But you’ll know when I do, because I’m gonna pump it full of lead.”

Reno kept his eyes on the road ahead while muffled explosions rolled toward them from every direction, sounding like several summer thunderstorms all firing at once. Laser beam flashes lit the asphalt, vehicles blowing up and catching fire where the concentrated energy hit full gas tanks. Reno kept his foot on the gas and swerved to miss vehicles and debris in the road.

Behind him, Reynolds screamed and fired off the assault rifle. Reno recoiled and clenched the wheel before him, the sound like nothing he’d ever heard. He had been around guns before, but he’d never had an assault weapon fired from such a close range. His ears rang and the smoke burned his eyes, but he managed to keep the JLTV on the road.

He looked over the dashboard and into the sky, trying to locate the alien craft that had attacked them, but he saw nothing.

Reynolds stopped firing.

“Did you get it?” John asked.

Reynolds was silent.

“Did you fucking shoot it?” John asked again, raising his voice this time.

“Shut the fuck up!” Reynolds said.

Reno heard a mechanical whirring noise. He glanced out the side window and saw a light in the distance. The beam grew in intensity as it raced across the ground and headed right for their vehicle.

But it wasn’t a laser. This seemed to be a tracking device, which Reno realized as soon as he saw the object following it. A flying alien.

It swarmed toward the JLTV as Reynolds screamed and fired the rifle again. Reno glanced over to see the bullets bouncing off the alien’s armor like it was rubber. Regardless, Reynolds kept firing.

They came over a hill and Reno saw the exit sign for Fort Campbell.

The alien fired its laser beam before flying back into the sky, missing the JLTV as Reno continued to swerve across the highway while flooring the gas.

Reno followed the signs to the base as he made several quick turns, eventually coming to a long stretch of road with the base at the end of it.

“If you can get to the base before it dives again, the alien won’t be able to see us,” Reynolds said.

“What? How do you know that?”

“Trust me. Just keep the pedal to the metal!”

Reno pushed down harder, feeling as though he might punch his foot right through the floorboards.

Now they were only a quarter of a mile from Fort Campbell’s gate, the alien changed its flight trajectory and came around to the driver’s side. Reno looked up, seeing the creature’s armor-covered body. The hard, green, scaly plates sat beneath tubes that pulsed from within. Before he could blink, a laser beam appeared on the alien’s right side and cut through the darkness, the point of it blinding Reno.

“Hang on!” He slammed on the brakes as the alien fired. The beam missed, blowing away another abandoned vehicle instead. Reno then punched the gas again as the creature circled around for another dive at the vehicle.

Ahead, the front gate to Fort Campbell opened, and the brightest spotlight Reno had ever seen hit him in the face. He covered his eyes with his left arm while keeping his right hand on the wheel, hitting the brakes as soon as they had driven through the gate.

Once stopped, Reno moved his hands from the steering wheel to his ears as the sound from the sky threatened to blow out his eardrums. It had to have come from the alien, the scream sounding like a wounded lion and an alley cat combined. When he looked out the side window, he saw the spotlight following the alien’s now erratic flight pattern. The creature seemed to be writhing in mid-air like a helicopter without the rear blades. He watched it all unfold in the spotlight’s beam, and that’s when it all clicked.

They can’t take the light.

That was why they’d domed Nashville and darkened it from the inside out, to keep out the light.

The alien’s scream faded as it flew into the distance. When it was gone, the spotlight shut off. Reno saw spots in his vision, but he also saw two headlights getting bigger as a vehicle raced toward them.

A JLTV matching their own approached and pulled up beside Reno. A man with black hair and the shadow of a beard sat in the driver’s seat.

“Y’all okay?”

“We’ve got an injured soldier in the back,” Reno said.

“All right. Follow me back into the compund. And welcome to Fort Campbell.”

20

24 hours earlier

Maya turned the nut again with the rusty wrench, but it was no use. Smoke billowed outward from the engine, and despite her mechanical skills, there was no fixing the truck. She stood and sighed, kicking the chrome bumper.

“You can’t fix it?” Cameron asked. “I thought you were good with this kinda stuff.”

“Not unless you’ve got a spare radiator in that overpriced handbag of yours. And Gerald wondered why I didn’t want him picking our kids up in this piece of crap.”

Cameron stuck out her arms and looked around. “What are we supposed to do now? Look where we are!”

“Yeah, well, maybe you should have listened to me and taken the interstate.”

Cameron had insisted on taking back roads. She’d said it was faster, and that they’d be able to stay out of trouble by taking less traveled roads. She’d been right on that, as they hadn’t encountered anyone, human or alien. But Cameron hadn’t accounted for the fact that back roads also put them in the middle of nowhere if something went wrong.

As Cameron continued to whine, Maya ignored her and opened the passenger side door to pull out her bag. She threw it over her shoulder, then grabbed Cameron’s pack and handbag, tossing both over to the other woman. She caught the handbag, but the other bag fell at her feet.

“What are you doing?”

Maya rolled her eyes. “What do you think?”

“We’re gonna walk?”

“Well, I don’t think AAA is going to come out here and save us. So, yeah, we’re walking.”

“Do you know how far that is?”

Maya stuck out her arms and tilted her head as she glared at Cameron. “I don’t. But what does it matter? We don’t have any other choice.”

Maya slammed the door and started off down the highway. Cameron cursed before picking up her own bag and running after Maya. She came up beside her, adjusting the backpack on her shoulders.

They walked down the shoulder of the rural highway for several minutes without speaking to one another. Maya looked around, feeling an odd peacefulness enveloping her. The birds sang, and she could hear them without the din of city life or the rumble of an 18-wheeler shaking the ground. The breeze felt gentle on her face and the sun warmed it. In any other circumstances, she would have enjoyed this walk.

But this wasn’t a Sunday morning stroll. Maya kept thinking about her kids. She felt so close, yet so far away from them. If only Gerald’s damn truck hadn’t broken down. Thinking of her ex-husband shifted Maya’s thoughts to Reno. He’d been proof that there were still good people left in the world. He’d stuck with her through the early days of this madness, but when he’d realized he was a liability, he’d told her to go on without him. She’d hated leaving him behind, and hoped he’d survived the explosion inside of the dome.

“You’re right. He’s an asshole.”

The words shook Maya from her thoughts. She turned to face Cameron. “Why didn’t he take you with him?”

Cameron’s eyes filled with tears. She wiped her face with her forearm, then looked over at Maya.

“I don’t know. But when we get there, I’m going to demand an answer from him.”

Maya nodded and Cameron sniffled. She couldn’t ever imagine being friends with someone like her, but given the circumstances, Maya realized they probably needed each other to survive.

They’d been walking for several miles when a boom echoed in the distance. Maya turned to face the noise, watching the tops of trees swaying in what had just a moment before been perfectly calm air.

The ship appeared first as a black dot, and Maya thought it was a hawk or a large crow. But the noise intensified, and the inky blackness of the ship tore through the blue sky. It had wings like a fighter jet but had to be twice as big as a 747. The nose of the alien craft turned.

It was coming toward them.

Cameron stared at the ship, her mouth open. Maya grabbed her by the arm and pulled her off the road. She stumbled as Maya led them off the gravel shoulder and into the nearby trees, where they ran several yards into the woods and came to a large rock with an overhang that jutted out far enough that they’d be able to hide beneath it. Maya threw her bag down beneath the overhang and slid inside.

“Hurry, Cameron.”

The woman tossed her bags to Maya and then slid in next to her. Maya could smell her shampoo—and the fear coming off the woman.

“W-was that…”

Maya put her hands on her ears as the ship passed above them, emitting a cyclonic howl so loud that Maya couldn’t understand what Cameron was saying or hear her even when she appeared to be screaming.

When the noise subsided, Maya took her hands off her ears and looked back at Cameron. The woman sat with her knees pulled up to her chin, her entire body shaking. Maya wrapped her arms around her.

“We’re okay. I don’t think it saw us.”

Cameron’s lips quivered, her body shaking. She looked up at Maya.

“We’re okay?”

“Yeah, we’re fine. We need to get going if we have any hope of staying alive.”

“No.” Cameron sat up. “We need to stay here. It’s too dangerous out there.”

“And do what? We have no food, no water, no supplies.”

“I don’t want to go back out there.”

“We have to. The longer we wait here, the more likely it’ll be that one of those ships finds us.”

Finally, Cameron nodded, uncoiling herself to slide out from the rocks, and then standing up. She grabbed her bag and walked toward the road, saying nothing.

Maya wanted to say something else to comfort the woman, but she decided against it. Cameron would have to learn the hard realities of this new world just as Maya had.

For now, they just needed to keep walking.

21

The mid-afternoon sun beat down on the women and the highway opened up, now devoid of abandoned or burnt out vehicles. Only a few cars had passed, and none had stopped even though Cameron had tried waving them down. One of the vehicles had been a tow truck with two men wearing gray mechanics shirts and baseball caps. Maya wondered how bad things must have gotten if blue-collar guys like that wouldn’t even slow down for two attractive hitchhikers. For the next half hour, not a single vehicle passed them. They’d come across two intact cars on the right shoulder, but the first had been out of gas and the second, a couple of miles further down the road, had refused to start when Maya had tried it, even with the key in the ignition.

They kept walking, Maya leading Cameron and neither of them speaking. The sun baked the asphalt to the consistency of warm brownies which sucked at their heels with every step. The air shimmied in the distance, heat pooling like floating water. A quarter-mile ahead, Maya spotted a steady incline. Her calves ached already, and she could feel the raw rub of blisters on her feet. The last thing she wanted to do was walk up that hill, but she’d power through it if that’s what she had to do.

But Cameron was another story.

The woman walked with her head down, dragging her feet along and wobbling from one leg to the other. She let her arms dangle, and her hair covered her face as she stared at the road while she walked. Cameron hadn’t said three words since they’d started walking again after the near-miss with the alien ship.

“How much did you know?” Maya asked.

Cameron looked up and swatted a tangle of hair aside, the bags under her eyes a charcoal smudge. “What?”

“About the invasion. The way you looked at that ship back there, it was like you hadn’t seen one anywhere.”

“I wasn’t exactly looking to grab a selfie with one.”

“Not on television, or outside your house?”

“If one had come over our house, I don’t think the house would have been there anymore.”

Good point.

“And as far as the television, Gerald’s too damn cheap to have cable. And our piece of shit antenna wasn’t picking up much of a signal beyond a couple of snowy channels. After Gerald left, I basically curled up in my bedroom. I didn’t even want to walk outside.”

Maya nodded.

“It didn’t seem to faze you too much.” Cameron had picked up her pace, matching Maya stride for stride as the conversation distracted them both from the beginning rise in elevation.

“Yeah, well, in my line of work, you have to learn how to keep your cool and make sure your head is clear. People’s lives are on the line.”

“I don’t know how you do it. Some asshole pinches my ass after I deliver a pitcher of watered-down beer to his table, and I wanna claw his eyes out.”

Maya laughed, imagining some drunkard getting smacked around by this scrawny woman. Cameron laughed along with her after a moment, shaking her head and staring back to the horizon.

“To be honest, Cam, I don’t think I’d be able to stop from kicking his ass in that situation.”

Cameron stopped and shot an exaggerated look at Maya’s backside. “Yeah, well, I’m sure it’d happen to you every night with as ass like that.”

Maya playfully slapped at Cameron’s arm and the younger woman leaned on Maya for a moment as they kept walking.

Cameron stopped laughing, but then threw a wide smile at Maya. “Thanks.”

Maya huffed. “For what?”

“For protecting us. And for getting me out of that damn house.”

“It’s not like you gave me much choice on that.”

“True. But at least I gave you some interesting company.”

Maya grinned and nodded. She could almost forget this was the woman Gerald had wrecked their marriage over. The cheap stripper of a white-trash bitch who had stolen her husband. But, like many things in life, this seemed to be more complicated than what she had originally thought. Maya had seen another side of Cameron. Hell, this was the only side she’d seen.

They’d been chatting for so long that, when Maya looked ahead again, they had reached the top of the hill. She stopped. Cameron had been breathing heavy for the last several minutes, her legs getting sloppy again. Maya couldn’t carry the woman, and if Cameron passed out, she also wouldn’t be able to leave her behind.

“Hey, you wanna rest here for a few minutes?”

Cameron shook her head. “We don’t have to. I know you want to keep going.”

“It’s okay. We can sit here and eat, and then get—”

A faint voice came from around the bend, about fifty yards ahead. Maya glanced at Cameron, who kept slogging along.

“What?” Cameron asked, her head tilted and her eyes tight.

“You didn’t hear that?”

“Hear what?”

Maya put her finger to her lips, signaling for Cameron to be quiet. She stood still, her eyes closed. There it was again. She looked at Cameron, and saw that the woman’s eyes were big, her mouth open.

“People,” Cameron said with a breathy whisper.

She moved to begin hurrying toward the bend in the road, but Maya grabbed her arm to stop her. Cameron looked back and shrugged.

“What? Let’s go.”

“We need to be cautious. Yes, the people might be friendly, but they might not be. It’s a different world out here now.” Maya thought about the people they’d found in the old tunnels beneath Nashville, and then some of those who she and Reno had encountered at the warehouse, as well as the women held hostage at the school.

Maya put her finger to her lips again, then gestured to the bend as she headed for the shoulder of the road and the tree line. Cameron followed, both women silent and walking from heel to toe. When they came closer to the bend in the road, Maya turned and whispered to Cameron.

“Wait here.”

With that, Maya stepped over a guard rail and dashed from one tree to another until she was far enough around the bend to see the road, her body concealed by the trunk of a massive oak.

Several people stood in the middle of the highway about thirty yards away. They had lined up to face each other, every man wearing jeans and black leather jackets with black boots. They looked like a motorcycle gang having a club disagreement.

Maya turned and waved at Cameron. She followed Maya’s steps, keeping herself hidden from tree to tree.

“What’s going on?”

Maya shook her head. “I’m not sure. Looks like they’re about to fight.”

A man with the group on the left stepped forward. Although Maya couldn’t see much from this distance, she could see he had a long, white beard and matching ponytail. The sun sparkled off the black lenses of his sunglasses. He’d begun shoving his finger into the chest of a man with the group on the right. This guy had a red bandana over his face like a cowboy out of an old western. But he wasn’t saying anything—just standing there while Grey Beard continued yelling and thumping Bandana’s chest.

Maya saw Bandana fall a split second before she heard the sound of the pistol fire. Grey Beard had pulled a handgun, placed it on Bandana’s forehead, and pulled the trigger. The men standing with Grey Beard drew weapons, and Maya could see the cold steel in the sunlight. The men who had been standing with Bandana put their hands in the air.

Cameron started to cry beside her, and Maya immediately reached over and covered her mouth with her hand.

Another round of gunfire erupted as Grey Beard’s men mowed down their rival crew even though they’d clearly raised their hands to surrender.

Maya tried to take a deep breath, but was distracted by the sobs rising from Cameron’s chest. The woman started to whimper and then broke into a good cry. Maya looked back at the scene of the massacre as Grey Beard’s crew hovered over their dead enemies, stripping them of anything valuable. They walked toward a collection of motorcycles and pickup trucks, and Maya felt her heart beating in her chest. She looked around, seeing only a few trees bordering a wide, open field.

“We have to move. Now.”

Maya turned away from the tree, grabbing onto Cameron’s shirt. The woman stood slowly as Maya pulled harder. The bikers revved their engines and then the first truck pulled onto the highway, heading toward them.

Holding Cameron’s hand, Maya ran. She saw a culvert near the guard rail and took two steps before diving into it, pulling Cameron along.

“Get low!” She put her hand on the top of Cameron’s head and shoved her down.

She didn’t move after that, hoping that the men wouldn’t see them when they drove past. She heard the men laughing and hollering as the vehicles raced by, but kept her hand on Cameron’s head as the woman sobbed into her own shirt.

When the sound of the engines faded, Maya lifted her head. She crawled out of the ditch and looked down the highway in the direction the gang had gone. They were out of sight, the highway empty for miles except for one car.

“Come on,” Maya said.

“Hold on.”

“What?”

“What if they come back?”

“They won’t.”

“How can you be sure?”

Maya wasn’t. But she’d seen one car left, thinking it might have belonged to Bandana and his crew and Silver Beard hadn’t had enough men to take it.

“I’m not sure. But there’s a car down there, and I’m tired of walking.”

Cameron finally stood, shaking and wiping snot from her nose. Maya walked toward the grisly scene first, Cameron ten feet behind her.

“Don’t look down. Keep your eyes on the roof of that Civic.”

Death always tempted the eyes, but could never be unseen. As an EMT, Maya understood why people “rubbernecked” at car accidents; she also knew the emotional price they’d pay for doing so.

“Almost there.”

She could smell the gunpowder and the sickly smell of burnt flesh. Maya led Cameron around to the passenger side, trying to use her body to block the woman’s morbid curiosity. She ran around the front and stepped over the outstretched arm of a dead man before dropping into the driver’s seat and shutting the door as Cameron climbed into the other seat. Maya reached down and felt the steel carabiner which had at least 40 keys hanging from it, one still in the ignition. She closed her eyes, squeezed the head of the key, and turned.

The Honda’s engine fired right up.

Jackpot.

“I’ve never seen a dead body before,” Cameron said, staring straight ahead and toward the horizon. “It really smells here.”

Maya nodded, put the car in drive, and pulled out onto the long stretch of highway.

22

As dusk turned to night, Maya watched as the Civic’s headlights came on and the dashboard glowed. Although they hadn’t been on the road for long, they hadn’t come across anymore people, gangs, or aliens. The inside of the vehicle reeked of the pine-scented air freshener dangling from the rearview mirror. She finally reached up and pulled it off the mirror, tossing it out the window.

“I hate those damn things.”

Cameron didn’t respond. She didn’t even turn her head to face Maya, so that Maya had to remind herself that the woman wasn’t used to trauma and high-pressure situations. She tended bar at a dive—a far cry from the day to day duties Maya had experienced as an EMT. That said, traversing the barren highways at night made Maya uneasy, and having a little conversation or sharing a joke would have made things more normal. If there was such a thing now.

The rural highway cut through fields, and the number of structures with lights on had dwindled. The longer this invasion lasted, the more Maya worried that they’d never get back to the way things had been. Even out here in the backwoods of Kentucky, folks seemed to be gone, hiding, or dead.

A few gas stations—their windows dark and pump nozzles on the ground—sat on opposite sides of the road at an intersection with a single traffic light hanging above it. Oddly enough, it was blinking yellow.

“How close are we?” Maya asked.

“Not too far.”

Cameron sat in the passenger seat with her knees up, staring out the window.

“It’ll be alright.” Maya flushed, feeling as though she was talking to her daughter. It was the kind of thing parents said all the time when they had no idea whether things would work out or not.

The woman continued staring out the passenger window, chewing on her thumbnail. The smallest whimper came from Cameron’s throat. She hissed out a breath, coughed, and then spoke.

“Fort Campbell. Gerald took your kids to the base. That’s where we’re headed.”

Maya leaned forward, staring hard into Cameron’s eyes but not saying a word.

“But please, don’t throw me out of the truck now that I told you that.”

Maya felt a knot in her stomach and the revelation made her heart flutter. Maybe Gerald had done the right thing, taking the children to the place that made sense as being the safest option.

Maya smiled. “Thank you. And, I won’t.”

Cameron smiled, but Maya could feel the fear beneath it.

“Look, we went through a lot of shit today. We’ll get a chance to regroup and maybe rest some once we get to Fort Campbell. Reconnect with people.”

Cameron scoffed. “Yeah, and I’ll be alone. You’ll have your kids. Gerald won’t want a goddamn thing to do with me. So, I’m going to be stuck by myself, no different than when I was at the house except for all of this.” Cameron waved her hand at the windshield as if to gesture to the mess the world had become before turning to face Maya. The woman’s eyes had teared up and her face was splotchy.

“You’re not going to be alone. I mean, damn, do you really think I wanna deal with Gerald’s bullshit all by myself?”

Maya thought she heard a slight giggle come from Cameron.

“Once we get there, you’re welcome to stay with me and the kids.”

“Really?”

Maya paused, realizing the words had come out before she had thought about them.

“Yes, really.”

Cameron grabbed Maya’s hand, then flashed a smile. “Thanks.”

As they approached a more densely populated area, Maya saw more buildings—all of them dark. A big blue sign stood on the right side of the road, welcoming them to Auburn, Kentucky.

“Ugh, I hate this damn town,” Cameron said. “Let’s get through here as fast as we can.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice.”

Maya had loved Nashville. It was part of the South, but with a metropolitan feel. But these podunk towns in rural Kentucky frightened her. She’d seen both the best and the worst of people, and given what they’d seen on the highway, she was not interested in stopping by Auburn’s Tourist Information Center. Soon, they’d be at Fort Campbell, and that meant she’d finally be with her kids again. Maya pushed the gas pedal down and hoped to blow right through the town.

“What was that?”

That droning noise. Maya knew exactly what it was, and immediately checked her rearview mirror. Nothing. Yet.

“Stick your head out the window and get a look at the sky. Tell me if you see anything.”

Cameron did, unbuckling her seatbelt and sticking half of her body out of the window to look around. “Nothing.”

The hum grew louder, and Maya saw a spark in the side mirror. She spun her head around for an instant, seeing the pinpoint light at the tip of the spaceship—the laser weapon that they all had.

“Buckle your seatbelt.” Maya punched the gas. “Hold on.”

If only she’d been behind the wheel of her 65 Mustang. Hell, even the rig would have had more torque than this “fuel efficient” sedan. Maya practically pushed her right foot through the floorboards, but the Civic wouldn’t go any faster.

The light grew larger in her mirror and, as they came through Auburn’s town square, Maya had to slow down to swerve around abandoned cars and debris. The ship kept coming and Maya realized she wasn’t going to outrun it.

Just through the square and past a park, Maya saw a row of office buildings. She cut the wheel and swerved into the parking lot.

“Why are you stopping?”

“We can’t outrun that ship.”

Maya slammed on the brakes, bringing the vehicle to a sudden stop in the parking lot. She shut off the engine and unbuckled her seatbelt.

“Come on.”

“Where are we going?”

“We’ve got to hide like we did in the woods. Hurry up before they see us.”

Shaking her head, Cameron unbuckled her seatbelt and hopped out of the car. Maya hurried to the door of the nearest three-story office building and pulled on the door, but it was locked. She scanned the ground until she saw a large rock. Maya picked it up and, taking a few steps back, lifted it over her head.

The droning sound had gotten louder, the ship less than a quarter-mile away now.

Maya threw the rock, shattering the glass front door. It was darker inside the building than it was on the street, and no alarm had sounded. She reached inside and unlocked the door.

“You’re bad-ass.”

Maya smiled at Cameron’s comment, but the expression quickly faded as the vibrations from the ship’s propulsion system began to work their way from her feet into her legs.

“Get inside. Now.”

Cameron followed Maya into the main lobby of the office building. It didn’t seem as though people had looted the place—they’d just left it behind. As her eyes adjusted, Maya saw stacks of brochures on the counter, trash cans overflowing with paper coffee cups, and a janitor’s mop bucket pushed against the wall closest to some elevators. Maya wasn’t so sure that hiding in a dark office building was their best move, but it was their only one.

“Should we stay here or go up?” Cameron asked.

Maya wasn’t sure. How far into the structures would these things go? They had infested the warehouse in Nashville. But now, if they suspected humans were inside a building, would they just blow the place up instead? Before she could reply, Cameron answered her own question.

“Up. If we can get to the roof, maybe we can see what the road to Fort Campbell looks like.”

“Good call.” Maya ran past the mop bucket and elevators, coming to a door leading to the stairs. She ran up one flight after another with Cameron behind her until they reached the door that opened on the top floor.

Cameron and Maya together opened the door, turned down a short hallway, and stood at the front of an open room full of cubicles. Private offices lined the exterior walls, several of them with their doors open. The side of the building facing the street was floor-to-ceiling windows.

Desks and chairs began to rattle then, and Maya felt a tingling in her teeth. Like a massive bat, the spaceship descended and hovered on the other side of those windows as if staring right at them.

“Get down!” Maya said as she threw herself to the ground.

Cameron landed beside her and Maya waited, the hum steady but the windows remaining intact. The ship was still there, but it wasn’t doing anything but hovering.

Maybe they’re not sure we’re in here.

The building shook suddenly, and Cameron grabbed Maya’s hand. “What was that?”

She heard the reverberation of the doors slamming against the walls in the stairwell.

“They’re searching the building. C’mon!”

Maya grabbed Cameron’s hand and ran to one of the open offices. Once inside, she shut the door, careful not to slam it. The women ran around the desk and slid the office chair out of the way. The space beneath the desk was large enough for both of them, so Maya went down first, then pulled Cameron down.

Cameron was crying, on the verge of hyperventilating.

“Close your eyes. Take deep breaths.”

Cameron did as Maya instructed, drawing in long, slow breaths. Maya held her hand, using her EMT experience to keep the woman calm while also trying to remain clear-headed. Maybe the aliens didn’t know what floor they were on, or maybe this was just a normal patrol?

Stay calm, Maya. Everything will be fine.

The stairwell’s door swung open outside of the office, crashing into the wall hard enough to make both women jump. Cameron’s eyes shot open and Maya covered her mouth before she could scream. She looked hard into Cameron’s eyes and the woman understood, then nodded. Maya pulled her hand away.

Heavy footsteps shook the floor, and then Maya heard the familiar hiss of the creatures breathing through their masks.

23

Maya didn’t know a lot about the aliens, other than that UV light weakened them, which she’d found to be the only way to overcome their regeneration powers and eventually kill them. She didn’t know what kind of tracking technology they used or if they had auditory detection, but they seemed to be able to find humans in complete darkness.

She pressed her head to the ground and looked through the quarter-inch gap between the front of the desk and the grey, moldy-smelling industrial carpet. Maya could hear the creature’s footsteps, but she couldn’t see anything, and had no way of knowing if more than one alien had come into the building looking for them. She crawled back out while Cameron simply stared at her. Peeking around the edge of the desk, Maya gazed through the open doorway and into the larger office space.

She saw the metallic, gleaming armor first. It caught and reflected the ambient light in the darkened room. Then she saw the creature’s feet encased in what looked like metal boots. And then she saw another pair.

Dammit. There’s at least two.

Maya turned back to make sure Cameron wasn’t freaking out or going into panic mode. To her credit, the woman had calmed herself, breathing more regularly now but keeping her hand over her mouth to be safe.

Maya mouthed the words, “You’re doing great,” and then put her finger to her lips again.

When Maya turned back to see where the aliens had gone, she saw only one pair of metallic boots, but this alien was walking right toward their office.

In the warehouse, they’d been engaged in an all-out war and it had been difficult to hear anything amidst the sound of gunfire. But here, hiding and hoping to remain undiscovered, Maya listened. It didn’t sound as though the alien was breathing, but it was making a low-pitched humming noise which fluctuated in volume—something she had to assume signified the way it was communicating with the others in the building or the ship itself, which was still hovering.

Maya knew they’d be dead if this one alien stumbled upon them. She didn’t have the energy or the resources to fight it off as she had back in the warehouse. She’d watched them kill dozens of people while under the dome in Nashville, using laser beams to instantly pulverize people into nothing but cosmic dust, and the same would happen to her and Cameron if it found them.

Think, Maya.

But she wasn’t sure what she could do. And as the alien stopped in front of the door, only several feet away, Maya shook. She felt her cheeks flushing and her stomach tightened into a sour ball. Cameron’s eyes had bugged out and the woman now used both her hands to keep herself from screaming.

Maya saw the boots cross the threshold and the hairs came up on the back of her neck. She slid back behind the desk. The low hum came from almost directly over her head now, and she was about to lunge out and take her best shot when a bright light hit the wall out in the open room with the cubicles.

The alien screeched and ran out of the small office and toward the source of the light, presumably to extinguish it. Maya slid out from behind the desk and stood up at the same moment that the light went out and a gunshot cracked, creating a still image on her retina—a single man pointing a gun at the alien who had been running straight at him.

Then came another blast and the sound of breaking glass.

Other than Cameron’s crying, the place had gone silent.

“They’re both dead and the ship took off as soon as I killed them,” the male voice said. “You can come out.”

Maya looked at Cameron. “Stay here.”

She slowly walked toward the voice coming from the cubicles, the office around her filled with smoke and the smell of gunpowder. The man had a penlight on and the beam cut through the haze like a spotlight in a nightclub.

Maya walked out of the small office and to within five feet of the man—and passed the dead aliens—before she realized he wasn’t a man after all.

The man was a boy. He couldn’t have been more than sixteen years old, sporting a shaggy haircut like Aiden’s. He held a shotgun in his hands, but it was pointed at the floor.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, we’re fine.” Maya motioned for Cameron to join them near the cubicles. She did, keeping her hands over her ears. Maya’s rang also, but she’d heard that sound before, unlike Cameron.

“Is it just the two of you?”

“Yeah, and we’re unarmed. We were just trying to hide from those things.”

“I know. I saw you.”

Maya narrowed her eyes. “Are you alone?”

He nodded.

“How can we be sure?”

The boy scoffed. “I guess you can’t be sure. But I’m not going to hurt you.”

If he’d wanted to, Maya knew he could have let the aliens get them or he could have blown her away with the shotgun as soon as she’d come into view.

The teen waved the women toward him. “I gotta assume you weren’t lying when you said you were unarmed.”

Maya shook her head.

“I’m Luke.”

He stuck his hand out and she shook it.

“Maya. And this is Cameron.”

Luke looked past Maya to Cameron. “It’s okay. You’re safe now.” He then turned and started walking across the open room and past the cubicles.

“Where are you going?” Maya said.

Luke smiled. “Come on, and I’ll show you.”

24

The women followed Luke to a door on the far side of the room. Maya turned when she heard coughing behind her, just in time to see Cameron staring at the dead aliens. She doubled over and vomited. Luke went to her before Maya could react, putting an arm around her and pulling her along next to Maya.

“How did you know how to kill these things?” Maya asked.

Luke shrugged. “Luck, I guess. I’ve been watching them ever since this all this started, and I noticed how they only came out at night. So, I figured they must be allergic to light.”

“But how did you know how to get their masks off?”

“One of the things came after me, and I didn’t have my trusty light handy. I shot at its face out of desperation, and the twelve-gauge packed enough kick to blow the thing’s mask off. I shot it, making it look like these guys here. I thought for sure I’d killed it, and when I ran back to where my light was, I heard it hiss and stand up. Even though I almost pissed my pants, I was able to shine the light in its face. The thing freaked out. I knew then that they could regenerate their body after being shot, but light really put a thorn in their side, so to speak.”

“And after it freaked out, it died. Right?”

“Si, senora. And hey, you never did tell me why you could stare at that thing without letting go of your lunch like your friend here.”

“I’m an EMT. Was an EMT. And even if I hadn’t been able to handle it, I didn’t have much of a lunch earlier.”

“Well, follow me. I can fix that.”

Luke went to the door, picking up his light and shotgun on the way. Maya took his place next to Cameron and put her arm around the woman.

“You all right?”

Cameron wiped her mouth using her forearm. “I’m trying to be. I just want to get away from all this shit.”

Luke opened the door to a small storage closet. Steel rungs on the wall formed a ladder, heading up.

“Are we going to the roof?” Maya asked.

“Yeah, come on.”

“What about the aliens?” Cameron asked.

“Trust me. Come on.”

Already up the ladder, Luke opened a hatch on the ceiling and climbed through.

Cameron shook her head at Maya. “Are you sure we can trust him? We need to get back on the road.”

“He knows a lot about the aliens. More than anyone else I’ve encountered since leaving Nashville. We should stick with him for at least a little while and see what he knows.”

Luke poked his head through the hatch. “You guys coming or what?”

Maya nodded at Cameron, then climbed the ladder.

When she emerged from the hatch, Maya scanned the rooftop. An office chair sat near a generator which the boy had rigged to two large spotlights. The flat roof looked like any office building roof, complete with access doors, hulking air conditioners, and pigeon poop galore. The boy had a tent in one corner and a plastic cooler next to it. Luke leaned his shotgun against an HVAC unit and set his portable light down. Then he stuck his arms out.

“Whatcha think?”

Maya laughed, placing her hands on her hips and looking around. “How long have you been here?”

“Couple of days. I headed up this way from Memphis after everything went down. Lucky, too. Though it didn’t get domed like other cities, that place is totally gone. How about you two? What’s your story?”

“I was in Nashville,” Maya said.

“Ah, man. That city was domed early on. I passed by there before I ended up here. How did you get out?”

“That’s another story, but the dome is gone now.”

“Gone? How?”

Maya shook her head. “I don’t know. Either way, we’re headed to Fort Campbell. That’s where my kids are.”

“It’s not far from here if you want to come along,” Cameron said.

“You’re not thinking about leaving tonight, are you?”

Maya and Cameron shared a glance, and then Maya nodded.

“You don’t want to do that. The ships come out in full force at night. They do flyovers and then drop aliens where they detect humans. You’re much better off taking a chance with the highway gangs during the day.”

“Yeah, we saw a gang earlier,” Maya said.

“Why do you stay on the roof at night if the aliens are out?” Cameron asked.

“I’ve got my lights up here. I can scare them away if I need to. And a gang of raiders are less likely to find me up here if they break into the building.”

“You’re a pretty smart kid.”

Luke blushed at Maya’s comment. “Look, if you won’t mind having me along, I’d like to come to Fort Campbell with you.”

“I’d say we owe you for what you did for us.” Maya glanced at Cameron, who was already smiling. “So, yeah, of course you can.”

Luke grinned. “Well, I promised you food.” Luke walked to his cooler and opened it, pulling out two beers and some salami. He handed one of each to the women. “How about a meal before you ladies get some rest? I can take first watch.”

Maya took a deep breath, and had already cracked the can of beer. “Sounds good.”

They ate in silence as the boy stood at the roof’s edge cradling his shotgun. As she stared up at the moon, Maya couldn’t help but think that maybe she’d get her kids back. Just maybe.

25

Maya’s eyes shot open, and she couldn’t breathe. Luke stood over her, his hand covering her mouth. She started to struggle to cry out, but he put his finger to his lips, signaling for her to be quiet. She knocked his arms away with two hard slaps.

“Stop it.” Luke’s words came out in a gritty whisper. “There’s someone here.”

She looked to Cameron, who had groaned and sat up.

“What’s going on?” Cameron asked.

“There’s something in the building,” Maya said.

“Not a something, a someone,” Luke said. “Well, someones probably.”

“Not aliens, I assume. A gang?” Maya asked.

“Yeah. About half-a-dozen men. I saw them approach and then walk toward the main entrance. They had guns.”

“Did they see you?”

Cameron had sat up on her knees as Maya asked the question, and Luke shook his head.

“What are we going to do?” Cameron asked. “Do you have any other guns?”

Luke held up his shotgun.

“Then we’ve got to get off this roof and leave,” Maya said.

“Not yet. I haven’t had time to stash my gear. I don’t want them to get it if I ever come back here.”

“You really think that’ll happen?” Maya shook her head. “You’ll come back to live in a tent on the rooftop of an office building?”

Cameron snickered as Luke smiled.

“Okay.” The sound of breaking glass came from a floor somewhere below them. “Grab your stuff and follow me.”

Luke grabbed his shotgun and a flashlight, and headed for the other side of the roof. Coming up behind him, Maya looked over the edge and saw the fire escape ladder, the last rung of it about fifteen feet up in the air; it would leaving them dangling ten feet from the pavement.

Cameron stood next to Maya and leaned over. “That’s a long drop.”

“Would you rather walk downstairs through the building? Maybe we can ask those guys if they wanna have a picnic.”

“He’s right,” Maya said. “This is the only way for us to get out of here.” She looked at Luke. “Do you have a car?”

“It’s out of gas.”

“Then we’ll have to get to ours.”

Luke held up a hand to stop them. “If they have six people in their group, they probably left at least one person keeping watch outside.”

“Well, then, we’ll have to hope your gun is bigger than his.”

“Jesus Christ,” Cameron said, lowering her head.

Luke tossed the strap of his shotgun over a shoulder and his leg over the roof’s edge, his right foot landing on the top rung of the ladder. He climbed down first so that he could make a stand in case someone heard them. He reached the bottom of the ladder and looked up at Maya and Cameron. Then he let go, dropping to the ground and landing in a squat. The soles of his Chuck Taylor’s had smacked off the asphalt loudly and Maya hoped the sound hadn’t been enough to draw attention.

Maya descended next. She reached the bottom of the escape, took one look down, drew a deep breath, and let go. She had a split second of panic in freefall, kicking one leg out too far. When she hit the ground, her momentum pulled her to one side and she rolled over, feeling the asphalt scraping away skin from her elbow.

“You okay?” Luke offered a hand to help her up.

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

Maya took Luke’s hand and brushed at the front of her clothes before wiping the blood from her elbow. She then looked up at Cameron, waving her down.

Cameron hesitated, and Maya saw her disappear as Cameron took a step back from the edge. But, a moment later, the young woman swung one leg onto the ladder and then the other, climbing down while keeping her chin up. Maya understood why Cameron wasn’t looking down, but she held her breath hoping she wouldn’t miss a rung. When she made it to the bottom of the ladder, Maya walked beneath it.

Come on, Cameron.

Cameron looked down several times, refusing to let go.

“Don’t look down,” Maya said. “Just let go.”

“I can’t.”

“It’ll be okay.”

“We don’t have a lot of time.” Luke looked around, the shotgun now back in his hands.

“It’ll be fine. Just give her a minute.”

Luke sighed.

“Come on, girl. You’ve got it.”

Cameron nodded at Maya before finally letting go. She hit the ground harder than Maya and Luke, but unlike Maya, Cameron stuck the landing. She grinned and pushed her shoulders back, looking at the blood dripping down Maya’s arm.

“I did it.”

Luke interrupted the minor celebration. “We have to move.”

They shuffled along the pavement and over to the corner of the building. Luke stopped there and held up his hand. He was about to peer around the corner when a man stepped out. He had a pistol and a greasy smile on his face, his glassy eyes looking in the other direction. The guy wore black leather and jeans, and had a shaved head and tattoos on his face. Maya could have smelled weed from ten feet away. She thought he was probably one of the gang members who had orchestrated the assassination back on the highway. The man’s eyes went wide when he turned his head and saw them. Luke raised his shotgun and cracked the man’s nose with the butt of it. Blood spewed from the man’s face as he hit the ground with a thud.

“Everything all right out there, Leon?” came a voice from a walkie-talkie clipped to the man’s belt.

“Shit,” Luke said.

Maya grabbed the pistol from the unconscious man on the ground and then the three of them hurried along the side of the building toward the front. Maya leading the group now, she stopped when they reached the corner. She held her hand up to the others, looking around the corner and seeing no other people outside.

“He must have been the only one guarding the front door. It’s clear.”

They ran across the parking lot. The Civic sat in the same spot where Maya and Cameron had left it the previous night. The passenger side door was open, the gang likely having searched it before entering the building. Maya and Cameron hadn’t left the key inside. Maya reached into her pocket and pulled it out.

“Hop in and buckle up. We’ve got to run for it before the others come outside to see why Leon isn’t answering his radio.”

Maya jumped into the driver’s seat, placing the gun on top of the dashboard while she turned the key. The engine started up as Cameron and Luke shut their doors, and Maya looked up.

On the roof, a man looked over the side of the building. He then turned and waved. A moment later, four more men were looking down.

“Get us out of here now!” Luke said.

Maya threw the car into reverse, the tires skidding. She glanced up at the roof again to see two of the men raising rifles.

“Get down!” Maya said.

She put the car into drive and slammed on the gas as she ducked down. The men fired, punching holes in the trunk of the Honda as she pulled away. Maya lifted her head just above the steering wheel, pulling the car onto the road.

The rear window shattered and Cameron screamed, brushing away the safety glass like they were angry hornets.

Maya sat all the way up in the seat, looking in the side mirror to see that the men had lowered their guns, their car too far away now for them to get a clean shot and already moving at a high rate of speed.

With the wind howling through the rear of the car, Maya pounded the steering wheel and hollered. She hit the highway at full speed and then looked over at Luke, whose face had gone white with his hands clutching the dashboard.

“I told you to buckle up, kid.”

26

Maya couldn’t help but look in the rearview mirror every few seconds. She assumed those men would stay for at least a few nights, using Luke’s set-up and eating the beer and food he’d stashed in the cooler. But then again, they’d left one of the men unconscious and on the ground. Once the beer ran out, the gang might come for revenge.

Cameron sobbed in the backseat, her hands over her face and her hair sparkling like diamonds from all the glass she’d yet to shake out. Luke looked from her to Maya.

“We could all use a few minutes to get out, walk around.”

“I’ll stop when I can, but for now we’ve gotta keep moving.”

“There’s no way they’ll follow us. Not with everything I left behind.”

“Not at first,” Maya said. “But you might have killed that guy.”

Luke hesitated, and Maya saw his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed.

“You think he’s dead?”

“I don’t know. My ex-husband was in the military, and he talked about blows to the head that can kill a person. If you hit someone hard enough...”

“Holy shit. I’m not a killer.”

Maya glanced at him once more, deciding to drop it. Luke was just a kid and she had the feeling that he hadn’t been in many fights, if any at all. But he’d have to get used to it. Violent death was becoming the norm in this new life.

The sun broke the horizon and Maya sighed, happy to have evaded the aliens again. She’d take armed stoners on motorcycles over practically indestructible aliens any day of the week.

A bell chimed, forcing Maya to look down at the dashboard and notice they were almost on Empty. They’d driven for at least half an hour and had seen no sign of the gang members following them, and now the car’s lack of gas was forcing their hand. Maya pulled into the parking lot of a gas station, realizing that, without power, they’d have to come up with a clever way of getting fuel into the Civic.

“Shouldn’t we keep going?” Cameron asked.

“We need gas, and I think all of us could use a stretch.” Maya unbuckled her seatbelt and stepped out of the vehicle as Luke headed into the open door of the mechanics garage next to the station’s office. Papers fluttered across the asphalt, showing the office had been ransacked. The kid disappeared into the garage and beneath the lift.

Maya popped the gas tank door and removed the cap. She grabbed the nozzle from the pump and squeezed the handle, but nothing came out.

“Shit.”

Luke came running out of the shop, holding a big red gas can in one hand with a grin splitting his face.

“Five-gallon jug, and this is pretty full. Found it in the back by the used oil drum. I hope it’s still good.”

“Probably.” Maya winked at Luke. “Tow truck drivers keep ’em in the garage in case they answer a call from someone who ran out of gas.”

“Sounds like you know a thing or two about garages.”

Maya took the can from Luke and shoved the nozzle into the tank. “They got a 65 Mustang in there by any chance?”

Luke shook his head, his eyebrows furrowed.

“Never mind..” Maya used her head to point at Cameron. “I should check on her.”

She had climbed out of the backseat and sat on the curb, her back to Luke and Maya.

“Is she all right?” Luke asked.

Maya nodded. “You mind finishing up here?”

“Not a problem.”

Luke took hold of the can from Maya. She walked toward Cameron, putting her hair into a ponytail on the way. She sat down next to the woman.

“How are you feeling?” Maya finally asked.

“Fine.”

After several moments of silence, Maya wasn’t sure what to say. She sighed and stood up, deciding that maybe Cameron did just need some time alone. As she started to move over to check on the car and Luke, Cameron spoke.

“I don’t know how he could do it.”

Maya eyed the other woman, looking for a clue as to what she was talking about. “How who could do what?”

“Gerald left me there, all alone. It’s like he didn’t care about me. He could’ve gotten me to safety with the kids. But instead, he just abandoned me.”

Maya put her hand on Cameron’s shoulder. “You’re going to get to ask him why. I promise.”

Cameron looked up at Maya, smiling. Then she scoffed and shook her head. “You know, the dumbest shit of all is that I still love that bastard, and I don’t know why.”

“Yeah, well, you’ll get over that eventually. You’re a pretty girl, and you can do better than him. You’ll be fine.”

Cameron nodded before asking another question. “Do you still love him?”

Maya only glanced at Cameron before looking out at the highway.

“I’m sorry. That’s none of my business.”

“No, it’s fine. For a long time, I did. You have to understand that he is the father of my children, and he was the first man I ever loved. It took me a long time to get over him.”

“So, you don’t love him then?”

Maya looked back at Cameron and shook her head. “No, I don’t. But I can see in your eyes that you do. You should think long and hard about what you’re going to say to him when you see him again, and try to put yourself in his shoes.”

“Well, he went to your mom’s house and took your children. How much mercy are you going to show him?”

She turned from the highway and looked down into Cameron’s eyes, searching her brain for the right words to say, but nothing seemed to fit.

“I guess I have some thinking to do. Like you.”

Cameron smiled again, standing up next to Maya.

Maya noticed Luke pointing at the highway in the direction from where they had come.

About a half-mile down the highway, a van had appeared—the same white panel van they’d seen outside of the office building.

Luke waved at both women to hurry, shaking the red gas can to get as much into the tank as he could in the next several seconds.

“We’ve got to go,” Maya said.

“What’s the matter?” Cameron asked. She followed Maya’s gaze. “Is that…”

“The gang from the office.”

The women hurried to the car. As Maya ran, she watched the van approach, hearing the engine running fast and hot. One of the men lowered the passenger side window and aimed a rifle out of it.

“Get down!” Maya said, diving behind the Civic.

She hit the dirt first, and then Cameron landed beside her. When the blast came, though, it wasn’t from a rifle. It was an explosion, shaking the ground.

“What the hell was that?” Cameron asked.

Maya raised her head and got to her knees, looking over the back of the vehicle. The van had disappeared, replaced by a rising flame in the middle of the highway. Maya felt her stomach drop and a cold chill run up her spine. Then she saw the ship emerge from the clouds.

She opened the car’s door and grabbed Cameron by the hand. “Come on.”

The two women climbed into the backseat. Luke was already in the front and had apparently seen the ship, as well. He was lying across the two front seats.

“Lay across the floor,” Maya said to Cameron.

Without asking any questions, the woman did as she was told.

Maya bit her lip as she sprawled across the backseat that was still covered in glass, keeping low and trying not to move. “Everyone be still.”

Were the alien ships tracking people or simply making visual identifications? Clearly, they’d seen the van on the highway—not something difficult to notice. Maya thought about the hours they’d spent on the road. They could have been vaporized by the alien lasers at any moment. And once they got back into the car, they could still be vaporized at any moment. But what choice did they have?

The ship roared overhead, and the little Honda shimmied as if caught in the gales of a hurricane. But after a few moments, the motion subsided, and the ship disappeared.

Luke sat up first, his face red and sweat plastering his greasy hair to his forehead. “That was a close call.”

No shit. We need to get to Fort Campbell. Now.

27

Maya continued to glance at the sky as she sped down the highway. Although the alien ships hid in the upper atmosphere during the day, she didn’t want to risk everything on that observation after two close calls.

The day had begun like any other, but without jets flying overhead, truckers using their loud air brakes, or the sound of other cars on the highway. In a way, Maya was getting used to it. Despite the situation, the sound of the rattling engine felt comforting.

The kid had climbed into the backseat, where he shared a can of mixed nuts with Cameron for breakfast. They’d offered some to Maya, who had declined. She knew she needed to eat, but she wasn’t feeling up to it. She was so close to reuniting with her kids, and it was all she could think about. Hunger was the last thing on her mind.

She glanced into the rearview mirror and saw Cameron laughing and flirting with the teenager in an innocent way. She had her arm around him, and they’d been trying to sing some country song which was as foreign to Maya as contemporary jazz. She preferred to rock.

She’s empathic. Kind. Once you get past the stripper attitude.

Thoughts about Cameron inevitably led to Gerald. Maya couldn’t understand who he was now or what was motivating him. He’d taken the children and abandoned his woman. Why? It didn’t make sense, but she hoped to be able to hear his explanation to Cameron in person, and soon.

“Up there.”

In the mirror, Maya saw Cameron pointing straight ahead. She hadn’t noticed what was approaching herself, being so lost in thought.

We made it.

The American flag flew high above the main entrance, its gate topped with barbed wire, closed and secured. Maya didn’t see any soldiers out front, but the fact that the gate was closed had to be a good sign that it was protecting whatever lay inside. She hoped that would turn out to include her children.

Cameron unbuckled her seatbelt and squeezed forward through the space between seats to sit in the passenger seat. She let out an excited laugh and slapped Maya on the shoulder.

“Does it look like anyone is there?” Luke asked, finishing off the nuts while sliding into the middle of the backseat, pushing his head into the space between the front seats.

“I don’t know yet,” Maya said.

She hit the gas, speeding faster toward the base. Gripping the steering wheel, she felt sweat on her palms. Her stomach fluttered and, for a moment, she thought she might pee herself.

The front gates slid apart. A smile stretched across Maya’s face until three JLTVs came speeding out onto the road. The two in front stopped side by side, blocking the entire width of the road. The vehicles came to a sudden stop fifty yards from the front gates. Maya slowed down, stopping the Civic ten yards from the JLTVs.

“Something feels off.”

“Maybe they’re just coming out to greet us,” Luke said.

Three armed soldiers jumped out of the vehicles, aiming their rifles at Maya’s car.

“Don’t move!” one of the soldiers shouted. “Remain in your vehicle!”

Cameron checked her eyes in the mirror with a scoff. “I’m not sure that’s a greeting committee.”

“Everyone, just stay cool and do what they ask,” Maya said.

One of the soldiers remained in front of the car while the other two appeared on each side of it. The windows were already down, as they’d been riding with the A/C off to conserve fuel. A female soldier pointed the barrel of her rifle into Maya’s window.

Maya said, “Hi, I’m here to—”

“Quiet.”

Maya raised her hands and sat back in the seat. Did they look like aliens?

“Have you had any direct contact with them?” the male soldier on the passenger side of the car asked.

“With who?” Luke asked.

“Don’t fucking play smart with us, kid,” the female soldier said.

“No, we haven’t had direct alien contact.” Maya glared over her shoulder at Luke. She hoped her stare conveyed that she wanted him to keep his mouth shut.

“Are you armed?” the female asked.

“Yes. I’ve got a pistol nudged between the seats, and he’s got a shotgun in the backseat.”

The soldiers raised their weapons higher and took a step back. They glanced at each other, then refocused on the people inside of the Honda.

“Step out with your hands up,” the male soldier said.

“Slowly,” the female added.

Maya opened her door and raised her hands in the air, slowly getting out of the car. The female soldier grabbed Maya by the back of her shirt and led her to the hood of the car.

“What the hell?” Maya asked.

“Put your hands on the damn hood.”

Maya obeyed and the soldier patted her down. The other two soldiers did the same with Luke and Cameron. Cameron grumbled something about the man touching her, and that it would only happen again in his dreams. None of the soldiers seemed to care about their civil rights. Once the body searches ended, one of the soldiers went into the car and retrieved the two guns, which had been right where Maya had said they were.

“I told you. I’m not lying.”

The female soldier glared at her. “Listen, Ms. Priss, I’m following orders. You have no idea what we’ve been through.”

“Are you serious?” Cameron put her hands on her hips and blew a lock of hair from her face, stomping one foot on the asphalt. “You have no idea what we’ve been through, lady.”

Maya raised her hand to silence Cameron. “They’re just doing their jobs. Stay calm.”

“Listen to your friend,” one of the male soldiers said.

Cameron narrowed her eyes and shook her head.

The female soldier pulled one of the men aside, and after a few whispers, she turned back to Maya.

“All right. You’re clear.”

“Thank God,” Cameron said.

“Now, get back in your car and go somewhere that isn’t here,” the female soldier said.

Maya stepped forward, no longer caring whether weapons were still pointed at her. “What? No, wait. You don’t understand, my k—”

“You heard her,” one of the male soldiers said. “Load up and leave.”

“You listen to me.” Cameron approached the soldier nearest her.

Luke tried to hold her back, but couldn’t grab her before the soldier raised his weapon again.

“Hold on,” Maya said, putting her hands up for the soldiers to stop.

A door slammed then, and Maya looked up to see someone climbing out of the third JLTV. The soldier strode toward them in full gear, complete with a helmet and sunglasses. He stepped out in front of the other two JLTVs and removed his helmet to reveal a head of curly black hair. Then he took off his sunglasses to expose a familiar face.

“Gerald?”

“You know him?” the female soldier asked Maya.

“Stand down,” Gerald said. “They’re with me.”

Cameron pushed the soldier out of the way and ran toward Gerald. She stopped, smiled, and then came across his face with a slap so loud that birds flew out of a nearby tree. The soldier’s raised their weapons.

“Thanks for leaving me, asshole. I hitched a ride with your ex.”

Gerald stuck his chin out and pushed his shoulders back, pausing to take a deep breath. He turned and nodded at Maya as she approached and asked him one question.

“Where are my children?”

28

Maya stepped between Cameron and Gerald, staring into his eyes, her lower lip trembling.

“Maya, hang on. I can explain.”

She balled her fist and swung, her knuckles smacking off of his left cheek. She then grabbed him by the collar of his uniform and threw him against a nearby JLTV.

“You son of a bitch. How could you?”

She reared back again, but two soldiers came over and pulled her off him.

“What is going on?” one of the soldiers asked.

“You want to tell them, Gerald? How you’re a kidnapper?”

“What’s she talking about, Waller?”

Gerald straightened his clothes and rubbed his face where he’d taken two blows from two women within two minutes.

“It wasn’t kidnapping, goddammit. They’re my kids, too.”

“Wait. This is your ex?” the same male soldier asked.

The other asked, “And what is this about kidnapping? You said your ex-wife wanted you to take the kids to safety because she was an EMT and had a job to do.”

Maya crossed her arms. “Well, at least you only lie half the time.”

“Look, everyone. Please calm down. I can explain everything.”

“I’m not going to calm down.” Maya took a step toward Gerald again, but the soldiers blocked her way. She swung her arms away from their grips, trying to fight them off.

“Let her go,” Gerald said. “We don’t have time for this. Let’s get back inside and then we’ll figure it all out.”

Maya hissed out a curse, glaring at Gerald, daring him to say something and give her a reason to go berserk. But he looked to the ground, avoiding her stare. The soldiers seemed less inclined to fear the threat of aliens anymore in the bright sunlight, now focused on the family drama unfolding before them.

Gerald waved Cameron toward him. “Come on, honey. You can ride with me.”

“I don’t think so, darling.” Cameron walked over and stood next to Maya.

Gerald thrust his hands out, as if pleading innocence.

“She’s with me. We’ll see you inside,” Maya said before she walked back to the car. She turned and shouted at Gerald. “And I want to see my kids the second we get in there!”

She climbed into the driver’s seat while Cameron got into the passenger seat. Luke jumped into the back. Maya took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly as she watched the soldiers turn the JLTVs around to face the gates.

“Well, that was interesting.” Luke thrust his head between the seats with a weak smile on his face, his eyes darting from Maya to Cameron.

Neither woman responded. They didn’t speak to each other, either. Maya felt Cameron looking at her, but while she had empathy for the woman’s situation, her concern for the well-being of her kids was her priority—and she wasn’t about to counsel the new girlfriend through the disintegration of her relationship with her ex.

Maya threw the Honda into drive and then hit the gas, following the JLTVs through the front gates. They took the main drive a quarter of a mile as it snaked along the inside of the stone wall, the caravan stopping beneath a covered entrance which resembled the face of an Emergency Room wing at a hospital. Two soldiers stood to the side of the door smoking cigarettes.

The vehicles parked and the other soldiers went inside or joined in for a smoke. All of them except Gerald. He waited for Maya to park and for the three of them to get out of the car. When she walked up to her ex this time, she kept her hands balled into fists at her side instead of swinging through the air at his face.

“Where are they?”

A female soldier had come out of the sliding glass doors and walked over to her with her hands up. “Ma’am, we have to run you through processing before you can do anything.”

Maya narrowed her eyes. “What?”

“We’ve got to follow protocol.”

“Fuck you and your protocol! I want to see my kids!”

The female soldier stepped back, raising her eyebrows as she looked at Gerald.

“It’s fine,” Gerald said to the female soldier. “We’re going to skip procedures with them.”

She shook her head. “Can’t do that. It’s orders, and they come from above your pay grade.”

“I’ll take the fucking heat for it. Now, step aside and let them in.”

The soldier stared at Gerald for another moment, and huffed before she looked at Maya, Cameron, and Luke. But she then stepped to the side and let them walk toward the sliding glass doors.

Maya and Gerald walked side-by-side to the entrance with Cameron and Luke walking behind them.

“You’re welcome.”

“You’ve got to be joking. Shut up before I give you a matching welt on the other side of your face.”

Gerald nodded at the smoking soldiers as they stepped through the doors and into the main lobby. “I saved you over an hour of processing.”

“Just take her to her fucking kids, Gerald,” Cameron said.

Gerald led them past a front desk manned by a soldier who looked as though he’d fought in Vietnam. Maya guessed that the military, if it even existed anymore, had begun to take in veterans or anyone else with weapons knowledge. The war for Earth didn’t require rank, just men and women who weren’t afraid to fight the aliens.

With a wave of his hand, Gerald ordered the opening of a second set of doors which led into the main atrium of the base. Maya felt the air conditioner and saw the flicker of the fluorescent lights overhead, wondering how long they’d be able to power the luxuries of the world as it had existed before.

The atrium sat in the middle of a hub with hallways branching out like the spokes of a wheel. Each hallway had a colored flag above it, which didn’t appear to be part of the base’s protocol, but something they’d added after the space had become a fort and safe haven from the invasion.

Nobody spoke as Gerald led them down the “blue” hallway, where Maya began to notice “normal” people—those in “civies” as Gerald had used to say. She figured this must be the part of the base where people had been living. Even though they had clean faces and fresh clothes, she saw desperation in their faces and distrust in the thin smiles as they passed by. She had to remind herself that many people, like Cameron, hadn’t yet had an interaction. They didn’t really understand how bad things had gotten or even what was happening. This wasn’t a tornado drill or a hurricane warning.

Maya heard their voices before she saw them. Her face lit up and her eyes filled with tears. Gerald opened a door to a recreational room, and there they were. Laura was sitting on a sofa, reading a book, and Aiden was playing ping pong.

Laura looked up from the pages before her and her eyes went wide as she threw the book to the floor. “Mom!”

Maya’s daughter shot off the couch and ran to her. Aiden looked over, his jaw-dropping as the ping pong ball zipped by his chin.

Maya spread her arms and Laura leapt into them. She held her daughter tight as Aiden ran over, joining in the group hug.

“I can’t believe you made it here,” Laura said.

Aiden said, “We didn’t know if you were alive or—”

“I’m here now,” Maya said, cutting her son off before he finished the sentence.

Maya closed her eyes, gripping her children. She didn’t try to hold back the tears of joy that ran down her face. Laura sobbed while Aiden kept muttering about how happy he was that she’d made it. After everything she’d been through and all the destruction she’d seen, Maya had finally made it. Nobody knew what the future would bring, and there were no guarantees that tomorrow would come, but she’d made it to her kids, and hadn’t life always been that unpredictable anyway?

After several moments, she opened her eyes. Her grip loosened on Laura and Aiden, and she froze as she finally noticed the figure standing on the other side of the room, holding a ping pong paddle. She stood up straight and tilted her head, wiping the tears from her face.

“Reno?”

29

At least Gerald had given them some time together. Another soldier had led them from the rec room to a private lounge that at one time had been used only by high-ranking officers. Now, it functioned mostly as an all-purpose room. Anyone could walk in, but it gave them more privacy than some of the other common spaces occupied by other survivors who had made it to Fort Campbell. Maya wasn’t quite sure yet what the situation was or how many people lived inside the base, but that could all wait until she had time with her kids.

The smile never left Maya’s face as she sat and talked to her children, even as she told them about all of the things that had happened to her inside of the dome. She began with the arrival of the aliens, then talked about the situation with the people living in the tunnels, including her close encounter in the warehouse. Maya even briefly described getting out of the dome, saying goodbye to Grandma, and riding there with Cameron. None of it was easy to talk about, and she had to remind herself that they were just kids and didn’t need some of the gorier details. But even through the retelling of the terrible events, she smiled, her children once again sitting beside her on the couch.

“Jesus, Mom,” Laura said. “How did you make it through?”

Her teenager and tween had sat practically on her lap the entire time, and she’d taken hold of each child’s hand. Maya smiled, and shook her head.

“I didn’t have a choice. You’re my babies, and I’ll always do whatever I need to in order to take care of you.”

Laura smiled, but Aiden looked down at the floor, his grin fading.

“What’s wrong, Aiden?”

“Nothing. I’m really happy we’re all together.” Aiden lifted his head and looked at his mother. “All four of us. I just wish grandma was here too.”

Maya swallowed. She hadn’t considered what this meant for them as a family. She’d been so consumed with getting to Laura and Aiden that she hadn’t thought about the fact that they’d been living with their father this entire time after he stole them from their grandmother. And for the first time in a long time, all four of them were now under the same roof.

“Are you mad at Dad for bringing us here? For what he did to Grandma? Why isn’t she here?” Aiden asked.

Maya sighed and rubbed her forehead. “I wanted to bring Grandma, but she refused to leave her home. She said to tell you that she loves you. As far as my feelings about your father, I honestly don’t know how I feel yet. It’s complicated.

“He thought he was doing the right thing.”

“I’d really rather not talk about this.” Maya looked at Laura, who avoided eye contact with her. “Especially not before I’ve had the chance to talk to your father about it.”

“Of course, she’s mad,” Laura said. “He basically kidnapped us. Do you not remember what happened at Grandma’s place?”

Aiden looked up and narrowed his eyes at his older sister. “I told you to stop saying that. He didn’t kidnap us.”

“Okay, whatever. Keep telling yourself that, dumbass.”

Maya let go of their hands and brought her palms together with a slap, getting their attention. She glared back and forth at both of them.

“Stop this. We aren’t going to talk about this right now, okay? So, Aiden, stop bringing it up. And, Laura, don’t call your dad a kidnapper.”

“Well, he is.”

The door opened, shifting Maya’s focus to the other side of the room. Reno appeared, shutting the door behind him. He raised his eyebrows.

“Not yet. Okay. I’ll come back later.”

“No, it’s fine. These two were just about to grab some lunch anyway. Weren’t you?”

“Ugh,” Laura said. “I swear to God if they feed us another MRE I’m gonna puke.”

All three stood with that, and Maya kissed both of her children on the forehead.

“I love you guys.”

Laura smiled at her mom and nodded.

Aiden said, “We love you, too, Mom.”

Reno stepped aside as the kids walked past, out the door, and toward the mess hall. Once they left, he shut the door before walking over to the couch where he stood facing Maya.

They stared at each other for several moments, and then Reno cracked a smile, triggering Maya to do the same. She lunged forward and wrapped her arms around his neck so that they embraced, Reno’s arms pulling her to him. Maya planted a kiss on his cheek before taking a step backward. She sat down on the couch and Reno sat down next to her, taking her hand in his.

“I’m so glad you’re all right,” Maya said. “I felt so bad for—”

“Don’t. You have no reason to feel guilty. I told you to leave me there. You needed to get to your kids, and I was holding you back.”

Maya rolled her eyes, which had moistened at the corners again. “Were you? You made it to my kids before I did.”

Laughing, Reno shrugged. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

“What happened?” Maya leaned in and dropped her voice. “How did you get here? I saw what happened to so many people inside the dome, and I was sure you were still inside.”

“I was. And that’s what I want to talk to you about.”

She waited.

“Jack didn’t make it. But you gave him the solution, their weakness.”

Maya turned her head sideways. “Huh?”

“Your Mustang. You were always complaining about the shitty radiator. Well, that’s what gave Jack the idea. The dome was powered with geothermal heat pumped up to a power generator in the obelisk. We exploded the cooling system, which then dropped the dome. And once the domes come down, those fuckers are vulnerable. The masks, the dome, the ships—it’s all because they’re sensitive to light. That’s our weapon, Maya. That’s how we can turn back this alien invasion.”

She gawked, her mind racing with the mechanical and technical implications of Jack’s discovery. “Jack. He—”

“Sacrificed himself to help us with the war. He’s a hero.”

Maya had only known Jack for a short bit, but his contribution to the human race would be remembered for a long time. Reno continued.

“I found some buddies of mine. Cops. We found the Guard and attacked the obelisk. Brought it down. That was when we loaded up and got the hell out of Nashville. Ended up here.”

She struggled to take it all in. First, the emotional reunion with her children, and now Jack and Reno had found a weakness in the obelisks. Plus, finding weapons had become easier once they understood which ones to use. The base had been using spotlights as a defense, but there wasn’t any reason why they could take those on the offensive.

“So, you know how to take down the domes? All of them”

Reno nodded. “Yeah, pretty sure they all work the same way. I was thinking about it, and I’ll bet they planted the generators inside the Earth a long time ago. We’ve been living on top of them for thousands of years.”

“Now you sound like Jack.”

Reno laughed and then shrugged.

“Well, have you told whoever’s in command here?”

“I have.”

“What did they say?”

Reno sighed, and looked at the far wall. He hesitated.

“What is it?”

He looked back at her. “Gerald. I don’t think he’s the top dog, but he’s definitely high up on the chain of command here. He thinks it’s too risky to go on the offensive, that we should stay here and wait for the ‘government’ to tell us what to do, as if that still exists. But the farther you get from the big cities the less infrastructure remains. I think that’s why some ex-military guy like your ex can be running this place while the Guard was still operating in Nashville.”

Maya had just arrived and still hadn’t wrapped her mind around things. Her kids. Gerald. Reno. It was all too much, and coming too soon.

“Gerald in charge of this place? These people? He couldn’t manage to take care of a puppy.” Maya shook her head, feeling overwhelmed and with a desire to hit pause and just think about things for a moment. “I could use a few minutes alone. I’ve got a lot to process.”

“I understand. But hear me out. Some of the scouts saw you guys coming. They reported back to Gerald and he suspected it could be you. And when he told me what they’d seen, it was the only reason I stuck around. But I really don’t think we’re safe. The aliens know we’re here. We’re a target. And Gerald is happy to stay, living like whatever happens outside the gate doesn’t affect us. We need to leave and get the information I have into the right hands. Find the real military and fight back.”

Maya pulled her hand from Reno’s.

“I just need a night. I’ve got to sleep on it.”

Reno nodded and stood. “I understand.”

Maya stood next. “I don’t want you being upset.”

“I know. I’m not. Just think about what I said.”

Reno leaned forward to embrace Maya as she reached out for his hand. They met in the middle, eyes averted, and further contact abandoned.

He cleared his throat, then turned around and went to the door.

“I’m sorry,” Maya said.

After opening the door, Reno looked back. “Think about what I said. For the sake of the people here. And your kids.”

30

Maya followed the voices of her children as she walked down the hallway. She came to a closed door and pushed it open to reveal a classroom with desks and a whiteboard on the front wall. The smell of copy machine toner and fresh magic markers filled the room, and she wondered what they had been up to before she’d arrived. Aiden and Laura sat in two of the desks and Luke was perched on top of another, facing both kids. He had one of Aiden’s portable gaming machines in his hands.

“Well, I see you kids met Luke.”

“Mom, this is so cool,” Aiden said. “Luke said he can hack my 3DS and load it with hundreds of games. For free!”

“Yeah, it’s called piracy, dumbass,” Laura said.

“Laura, watch your language.”

“Yeah, and everyone does it anyway,” Aiden said.

Maya frowned as she turned to Luke. “It sounds illegal, and I don’t want you guys breaking the law.”

Luke smiled. “Don’t worry. I can’t really do it until we have some Internet anyway. So, for now, we’ll keep it legal and you can just keep making Mario levels.” He handed the console back to Aiden.

“Did you kids get something to eat?”

“Ugh,” Luke said. “Unfortunately.”

Laura raised her eyebrows at her mom. “Told you the food sucks.”

“Well, be thankful that you have something. There’s a lot of people struggling out there.”

“Lucky them,” Aiden said.

Maya rolled her eyes, ignoring her children’s comments. She took a deep breath and crossed her arms. “I’m going to go lay down for a little while. Are you guys okay?”

“I’ll look after them,” Luke said.

Laura rolled her eyes. “Whatever. We’re, like, the same age. I don’t need you looking after me.”

“Okay, looks like you guys will be fine,” Maya said. “I’ll see y’all in a little while.”

Maya walked out and hung a right down the hallway. She had only taken a few steps when she heard adult laughter behind her. She turned around to see Gerald and Cameron holding hands and walking toward her. They looked up to see Maya staring back at them, and Cameron’s smile quickly disappeared as they stopped by the door.

“Hey.” Cameron avoided eye contact with Maya, who raised her eyebrows.

“Where are you headed?” Gerald asked.

“I was going to try to rest for a while. Needless to say, it’s been a long few days.”

“I understand.” Gerald kissed Cameron on the cheek, then gestured toward the door. “You mind if I walk Maya to her room?”

Cameron glanced at Maya, then back at Gerald. “Uh, yeah, sure.” She flashed Maya a quick smile, then went into the room to join the kids.

Maya turned around and Gerald stepped up beside her as they walked down the hall. She was the first to break the cold silence.

“Guess you guys made up. Or, should I say, she forgave you for leaving her to die?”

“It’s not like that. You think I wanted to leave her? I was planning on going back to get her.”

“Oh yeah, well, you didn’t exactly give her that impression.”

“I didn’t know how dangerous it was going to be out there, or what things were going to be like at this base. I didn’t want to risk her getting hurt.”

Maya stopped and turned to face him. “Damn straight you don’t. You need to send word to your military pals in White House. They’re holding women in the high school there against their will. You need to report it.”

“To who? It’s too risky to be out there right now.”

”Is that right? But you can risk the safety of our kids?”

Gerald sighed and ran his hand over his shadow of a beard. “That’s not the same thing. I didn’t trust the kids being in the care of your mother, especially that close to Nashville. I had to come get them. You would have done the same thing.”

Maya slapped him across the face. Then she stuck her fingertip within an inch of his nose.

“You don’t have any right to tell me what I would have done. And you sure as hell didn’t have any right to do what you did to my mother.”

“They’re my kids, too, dammit. I get a say in how to protect them, and you weren’t there. I did what I thought was right by them and not by their grandmother.”

Maya stood back and crossed her arms over her chest. “Fuck what you think is right, Gerald. And fuck you.”

“Put yourself in my shoes. Really. Can you quit thinking about yourself long enough to do that? You would’ve done the exact same thing if you were in my position.”

“You really don’t know me anymore, no matter how much you think you do.”

Gerald turned and leaned back against the wall. He thumped his head against it twice.

“We’re only going to make things difficult for ourselves if we go back and forth like this. Difficult for the kids, too.”

“They’re all I care about.”

“Then at least, while we’re around them, treat me like I’m their dad and not just some deadbeat piece of shit.”

Maya stared at him and thought about it for a second, then nodded. “Only because I know all of this has been hard on them.”

“Thank you.”

Maya started walking again, and Gerald stepped off the wall and caught up with her in a few quick strides.

“I can get to my room myself. I think we’ve said all we need to say.”

“You know, I think you’re right when you said I don’t know you. The Maya I knew would never have made friends with someone like Cameron.”

“She’s a good woman. I don’t really understand how you fooled her into thinking you were worth having her, but you did, somehow.”

Gerald laughed. “Yeah, trust me. I think about that every day.”

They didn’t say much to each other the rest of the way to Maya’s room. When they got there, Maya turned to look at him. She thought of her earlier conversation with Reno.

“So, what happens now? How long were you planning on keeping the kids here?”

Gerald shrugged. “I hadn’t really planned on leaving. And with you and Cameron here now, there’s really no point. We have enough food and supplies to last a long time.”

“What about Reno? Did he tell you what he knows?”

“He did.”

“And?”

Gerald shrugged. “Well, I don’t think we’re going to do much about it. No offense to you, Maya, but he’s just an EMT. The guys found him and some cop out in the woods with an injured soldier. We don’t even know if his story holds up.”

“We’re targets here. Even if you don’t believe Reno’s story, we’ll die if we stay. They’ll eventually destroy the base. Have you seen the dome? The lasers? The fucking spaceships, for god’s sake?”

He sighed as if he had answers for all those questions, but couldn’t be bothered with telling Maya what they were. Instead, he leaned in and took the conversation in a different direction.

“Listen, I’m going let you in on something. Something’s not right with Reno. He’s unstable and he’s not thinking clearly. It’s pretty apparent something happened to him inside that dome. You need to be really careful around him.”

She turned her head to the side, her mouth open. Him, of all people.

Maya stared at her ex, silent and just waiting for Gerald to leave before going into her room. There, she laid on the bed and stared at the ceiling.

31

She wasn’t the only one wandering. Maya had seen several people as she’d walked down countless hallways inside the base, each one looking much like the last. Some of the doors had been left open, others locked, and some were being guarded by soldiers with guns. Drugs or ammo, she thought. There wouldn’t be anything else inside of Fort Campbell that they’d feel was valuable enough to guard—not once the mess hall had been locked.

She’d passed a few people, but those few had kept their eyes to the floor or given her a quick, plastic smile—the kind you reserved for the family of the deceased in a funeral home.

Finding her kids. That had been her only goal for so long. Maya had given everything she had, sacrificing herself and others to get back to Laura and Aiden. She had always known they were the most important things in her life, and now there was no doubt. Holding them, and even hearing their voices, brought her a taste of the sense of normalcy that had ended when that damn dome had dropped on Nashville.

But having her kids nearby didn’t make things easier. In some ways, it made them worse. More complicated.

The rec room lights were on and Maya walked on past, glancing in at two teenagers playing ping pong. She smiled and paused to listen to them making fun of each other in that good-natured way that teenagers will—rarely. And then she turned away and continued down the corridor.

How long could this last? Even if they weren’t under attack, what was a realistic expectation for the lights staying on? How much food did they have? Clearly, medication and ammo were already low enough that at least some rooms needed to be guarded.

No, they couldn’t stay here. Even without the imminent and inevitable return of the aliens, they couldn’t stay. And couldn’t the spaceship train a laser on this base at any moment? Sure, the soldiers had some defenses and had been able to use the big lights to turn back a few attacks, but what if the aliens decided it was time to take out this anthill once and for all? What if an entire fleet showed up, lasers blasting?

The questions came faster as Maya’s pace picked up. So much for a restful afternoon before dinner.

She’d been walking through so many corridors that she couldn’t quite tell which ones she’d already been down and which ones she hadn’t. It wasn’t until she recognized the bandana tied to the door handle, the one that had been around Reno’s neck, that she began to realize how few choices remained. He was probably in there resting, like she should have been. Or maybe he was plotting to leave.

If they couldn’t stay here, though, where would they go?

She’d seen what had happened to Nashville, the death and destruction that would take decades to recover from even if the aliens high-tailed it back to their cosmic home tonight. And her city wasn’t the only place with a dome. From what she’d heard, many cities across the globe had been domed, and most of those domes were still in place.

Would she whisk Aiden and Laura away to a cabin in the mountains somewhere? An abandoned farmhouse in southern Ohio? Then what? Maya wasn’t exactly made for country living unless working on a Mustang counted as being a rancher. And even if she could find such a place, and even if the aliens couldn’t, what would come next? She couldn’t imagine the three of them getting her mother and then living the rest of their natural lives milking cows, churning butter, and strumming an acoustic guitar around the campfire at night.

Reno wanted to leave, and she knew he’d take her and the kids with him. But he hadn’t seen what Luke, Cameron, and Maya had seen on the road. It wasn’t just the aliens anymore. Roving gangs of rapists and thieves had filled the space between law and extraterrestrial threats. Just because you left the base and found a secluded place to live didn’t mean you were safe.

It was hard to tell what Gerald wanted, either, and as much as she’d warmed up to Cameron, the girl was still his puppet. Gerald would be loyal to his men, and he’d clearly achieved some level of rank after things had gone south. And as much as she didn’t want to admit it, he was still the father of her children, and he had a right to have some input in what was next for them.

At some point, Maya’s feet had brought her back to her room, its door open and the light on. The hard, fluorescent lights and military-grade mattress didn’t inspire visits from the sandman.

She stepped inside, shut the door, and laid down on the bed. Maya had never been much of an afternoon napper, but intellectual strain had brought a fatigue that might fade with a few stolen hours before dinner. She set an alarm to go off in ninety minutes, shut the lights off, and pulled the cover over her head.

32

When Maya arrived in the lounge for dinner, Gerald, Reno, Cameron, Laura, Aiden, and Luke had already sat down at a table. She stood in the doorway for a moment, looking at everyone’s smiling faces as they laughed and joked together. Cameron was the first to notice her, looking her way with a big grin on her face.

“Hey!”

The others waved, greeting her and saying her name.

“We weren’t sure you were ever going to wake up,” Gerald said.

“It was only a few hours.” Maya didn’t go on the attack. That was as friendly as Gerald would get, too, so she decided to let it ride.

Cameron moved her hair out of her face and chuckled. “Been a rough couple of days.”

“You know it,” said Maya.

“Well, come in here and take your mind off it,” Cameron said.

“I even grabbed a plate of this, um, ‘food’ for you.” Aiden pushed the plate to an open spot at the table next to him. Someone had had the idea to put the contents of the MREs and canned goods on plates, but it was still canned food—slightly microwaved.

Maya walked over and kissed her son on the top of his head, and thanked him before sitting down.

As she took the first bite of mashed potatoes that scorched her tongue but had frozen chunks in the middle, Maya looked around the table. “So, what were you guys laughing so much about?”

“Uh, well, Dad was just telling some funny stories,” Laura said.

“Yeah? About what?”

No one replied, and when Maya looked up again, everyone was staring right at her. She swallowed her food, put down her fork, and stared coldly at Gerald.

“What are you telling them?”

Gerald put his hands up. “Nothing.”

“We never knew how good of an ice skater you were, Mom.” Aiden looked at Laura, the siblings exchanging grins.

The group laughed again.

Maya stared at Gerald. She couldn’t help but smile as she shook her head. “You had to tell them that story?”

On their second date, Gerald had suggested they go ice skating. It had surprised her because he hadn’t seemed like the kind who would be into skating, especially being a Southerner. But she had agreed to go, figuring it would be fun and a way to cut loose. And she’d been really into him. The problem was that she had only skated once in her life, at a friend’s birthday party in the 3rd grade. Gerald, on the other hand, had been skating with his buddies every weekend through most of high school. He’d been able to pick her up every time she’d fallen to the ice.

“It was so funny,” Gerald said. “You tried hard, but you weren’t any good. You looked like a drunk duck. And then, on our next date, you were sitting all uncomfortably at dinner and wouldn’t tell me why.”

“Yeah, well, if you had seen the bruises on my backside, you would have understood.” Maya couldn’t help but laugh, and everyone joined in.

“We had some good times,” Gerald said.

In the uncomfortable silence, Maya happened to glance at Reno, who along with Cameron, we’re the only two in the room not smiling. Reno looked down at his plate as soon as Maya looked at him. Aiden reached over and took Maya’s hand.

“I’m really glad you’re here, Mom.”

“Me, too, sweetie.”

Gerald sighed and stood up. “I’ll gladly toast to that.” He held up his plastic cup filled with watered-down tea. “Here’s to my lovely ex-wife, Maya, my beautiful girlfriend, Cameron, and our new friend, Luke.”

Everyone stood and brought their cups up to the center of the table to toast. Reno held up his cup, as well, but his eyes were on the door.

“I guess I should also toast to our new, great life here,” Gerald said with a sarcastic grin on his face.

Reno looked at Gerald then, his face contorting into a snarl. He slammed his cup down on the table, its contents splashing up and onto the others seated around the table. Then Reno moved toward the door.

“Whoa, Reno,” Maya said.

“Yeah, dude, what’s your problem?” Gerald asked.

“What’s my problem? I don’t know, maybe I don’t want to be sitting around pretending everything is cool, waiting for those things to attack us.”

“You’re not going to find a better place to go than here, but if you want to leave, then leave. I’m sure as hell not stopping you.”

Reno crossed his arms over his chest and spun his entire body to face Maya.

“What?” she asked.

“Your kids aren’t safe here, Maya.”

“Those are my kids, too, you bastard. You don’t have a damn right to tell her what to do with them.”

Maya narrowed her eyes as she turned on Gerald. “No, he doesn’t. But neither do you.”

Gerald rolled his eyes. “Come on. Don’t pull out the custody card right now.”

“It’s not a ‘card.’ It’s the law. I am responsible for them.”

“Yeah?” Gerald crossed his arms. “And what ‘law’ is that now? The only rules that matter now are the ones that get us to tomorrow. But go ahead and leave if you don’t like it here.”

“Gerald.” Maya looked at Laura and Aiden. “Can we talk about this privately?”

“I’m leaving.” Reno looked at Luke, Cameron, Aiden, and Laura. “And anyone else who wants to live can come with me.”

“I’m not going without Dad,” Laura said.

Then Aiden started shouting at Laura. Luke tried calming down the kids while Maya stepped in between Gerald and Reno, who had started their own shouting match. Maya closed her eyes and put her fingers on each temple.

“Everyone, stop it! Now!”

The group went silent and looked at her. Maya took a deep breath, scanning the faces of her family and friends.

“I’ll be deciding whether my family goes or stays. And no matter what I do, you are all free to stay, or go.” She looked at Gerald and Reno respectively as she said those last words. “But I will make the decision for my children without anybody’s help, thank you very much.”

Maya brushed past Reno and Gerald on her way to the door, trying her best to be strong for the sake of her kids while hiding her tears.

33

She’d been in the bathroom for too long, and knew Laura or Aiden would come knocking, asking if she was okay. Still, Maya needed a few minutes alone, away from everyone, to clear her head and prepare herself for the battle she knew was coming.

After splashing some water on her face and weakly smiling into the mirror, Maya headed back to the room where everyone had been eating earlier, and where the argument between Reno and Gerald had broken out. She hadn’t had enough time to think about whether she would leave with the kids or stay, but she knew she would be forced to make the decision sooner rather than later. Reno would probably leave the base soon, but she hoped she could talk him into giving her the time she needed to decide what she wanted to do.

When she walked into the lounge, Maya heard water running and dishes clanking. She opened the door to the kitchen to see the room empty except for Cameron, who stood in front of the sink with a stack of dirty dishes in it. She glanced back when Maya opened the door, flashing a quick smile before returning to scrubbing the plate in her hand.

Shoving her hands into her pockets, Maya walked past the pile of dirty dishes and stood next to Cameron.

“How about you wash and I dry?”

Cameron grinned without looking up from the dirty dish water. “Sounds good.”

Maya grabbed a rag and started to dry the dishes as Cameron handed them to her.

“Where did everyone go?”

“Gerald and all three of the kids went to play video games.”

“You mean the four kids went to play video games. And Reno?”

Cameron shrugged. “Don’t know. He took off out of here right after you did. Probably went back to his room if I had to guess.”

Maya needed to talk to him, but she wasn’t ready. She didn’t know why, but her internal voice told her she had to figure some things out first.

“So, I guess you patched everything up with Gerald?”

“Yeah, I’m still pissed at him, but I’m mostly over it. He explained why he did what he did, and I still don’t agree with it, but life’s too short to be so angry. What about you?”

Maya scoffed. “I don’t think I’ll ever get over what he did.”

“I understand. I mean, I don’t have kids of my own, but I can see why you’d be upset.”

Maya couldn’t get Cameron to make eye contact with her yet, as if the woman was trying to avoid getting into anything deep or vulnerable with her. Maya wouldn’t relent, so she prodded. “But?”

Cameron sighed, and she set down the dish that was in her hand, then looked at Maya. “What would you have done if you were in his shoes?”

There wasn’t any spite in her voice. It was an honest question.

“I would have come after my kids. But I wouldn’t have kidnapped them, not telling Gerald where I was headed. And he left my mom helpless after treating her like shit. I would never have left her there the way he did.”

“And he regrets that. He feels awful about it.”

Maya took a step back and tilted her head to the side. “He said that?”

“He did. You really need to talk to him again. I know he put you through hell, but his intentions weren’t cruel. You have to know that.”

Maya sighed, looking down at the counter. As much as she wanted to keep her anger burning, Cameron made her pause. If she had been in Gerald’s position, she would have done nearly the same thing. But she still wasn’t sure she’d be able to forgive him any time soon. He’d caused her so much angst, so much pain. And maybe she was being selfish—the kids were fine, but she wasn’t. Maya had been taking his actions as a stab at her instead of as a parent looking out for his kids.

“Besides,” Cameron said. “Think about it. If he hadn’t done what he did, you wouldn’t have made such an awesome friend like me.”

Maya chuckled. “Yeah, I’d probably still think you were just a ho.”

“I highly resent that, bitch.” Cameron laughed, bumping shoulder to shoulder with Maya.

Maya laughed also before turning to Cameron and grabbing onto her hand. She used her other to lift Cameron’s chin until they were staring into each other’s eyes.

“You know, moving forward, I want things to be different. I had all the wrong ideas about you. You’re a good person, and I want to stay your friend when all this is over. Hell, the kids adore you anyway.”

“Oh, shut up.” Cameron gently slapped Maya’s hand away and refocused on a plate with spaghetti stuck to it. “No, they don’t.”

“They do. I mean, I tuned a lot of it out when they talked about you, but some of the better stuff made it through the filter.”

Cameron’s face twisted. “Thanks?”

Maya winked at Cameron before picking the dish rag up to dry the last couple of dishes.

“In all seriousness, it means a lot to hear you say that, Maya. And I want you to know that I think you’re a natural leader, and that whatever you decide, I’m going to support your decision. If you choose to leave with Reno, I’ll do my best to help convince Gerald that we should all go. And if you decide you want to stay, then I’ll support you on that, too.”

“Thanks. I really appreciate that.”

Cameron handed the last clean plate to Maya and then let her hair down as Maya dried it. She exhaled and stepped back from the counter.

“Now that this is done, I’m gonna go grab that shower I’ve been dreaming about.”

“Go enjoy it while you can. It’s quite nice.”

“I will. And you let me know if you need anything.”

Maya watched Cameron leave and felt a twinge in her stomach. She had begun to care deeply about Cameron, like she did her best and oldest friends, but something told her that Gerald would never leave the base, and that Cameron would fall back into old patterns.

34

Maya headed down the hallway toward Reno’s room. She regretted that she hadn’t spoken much to him since arriving at the base, but her mind had been occupied with other things—like her children. Seeing Reno had shaken her, too, because she’d thought he was dead. So, unfortunately, other than their initial conversation, she hadn’t talked to him. Maya knew her partner well, though, and it had become apparent that something had been troubling him. Something more than just the rotten situation they had all been thrown into.

She eased the door open and knocked at the same time.

“Reno?”

He stood beside his bed, a bag sitting on top of it. She pushed the door the rest of the way open before walking inside. Then Maya noticed another man standing on the other side of the room.

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. We haven’t met yet. I’m John. You must be Maya.”

Maya shook his hand. “Nice to meet you, John.” Then she turned her attention to Reno. “What are you doing?”

“What’s it look like?”

She took a step back and took a breath. “You’re leaving?”

“I am.” Reno zipped up the bag and tossed it over his shoulder.

John turned his eyes toward the door. “Speaking of which, I should probably step out and let you two talk.”

“It’s fine, John,” Reno said. “We need to get going anyway.”

“Tonight?” Maya shook her head and looked at her wrist, where a watch might have been at one time. “You can’t leave now. It’s too dangerous out there at night.”

“No more dangerous than it is in here. This base is on borrowed time. Gerald can pretend like we’re safe here, but we’re not. They’ll destroy this place just like Nashville.” Reno shook his head. “I know you want to keep your family together with their father. I understand that. But remember all the shit he put you through, and now you’re going to put your life and your children’s lives in his hands? I don’t know, Maya. I thought you were over him.”

“I am.” Maya felt her face flush. “I’m not obligated to anyone.”

“Clearly.”

Maya went to Reno and grabbed his arm. “Please don’t do this. Stay a little longer and think about it.”

Reno glanced down at Maya’s hand on his arm. Then he looked up into her eyes.

“I’ve made my decision. I’m sorry.”

Maya thought back to the last time she’d seen Reno in Nashville, the way he had held her and kissed her before selflessly telling her to go and find her kids. She found herself squeezing his arm harder now, as if that would keep him safe. Reno put his hand over hers.

“You don’t need to stay, either. The aliens are coming. It’s not if, but when.”

She couldn’t go with him, though. The aliens could attack the base, but they almost certainly would attack on the roads. Gerald or no Gerald, she had gone through hell to find a sanctuary, and she wasn’t about to give that up yet.

“Reno, you can’t—”

“All right, buddy, you’re all set.” The male voice had come from the hallway, drawing Maya’s attention to the door.

Gerald walked in, his eyes darting between Reno and Maya. He looked at Maya holding onto Reno’s arm, and Maya let go. In one hand, Gerald held a portable spotlight, and in the other a set of keys looped through one of his fingers. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed.

“What is this?” Maya asked.

“I have to use the restroom.” John moved past Gerald and stepped out of the room.

Maya glared at Gerald. “You’re pushing him out the door, giving him a car, and basically telling him to get out?”

Gerald sighed, running his hand over his face and not replying. Maya turned a scowl on Reno.

“This was my decision. I asked him if he could get me and John a vehicle so we could leave.”

“What about all the stuff we talked about during dinner earlier?” Maya asked. “I thought we were all in this together.”

“That was a decision you all made.” Reno made sure his bag was zippered for the third time.

“Maya, if he wants to go, you can’t stop him.”

Maya turned her attention to Gerald. He rolled his eyes once her eyes met his. She walked over and stood in front of her ex-husband.

“I want you to tell me something. What makes you think this place is so safe?”

“What do you mean?” Gerald folded his arms across his chest.

“What are the people here doing to keep us safe? What is keeping those things in the sky from blowing us to hell?”

Gerald rubbed his forehead with his right hand before letting out a steady, slow sigh. “If you think it’s safer out there than it is in here, then you’re wrong. I tried to explain that exact thing to Reno, but he’s making his own choice. This is the goddamn United States Army we’re talking about. If anyone is going to keep you and the kids safe, it’s them. You understand?”

Maya stared at him, then glanced back at Reno, the guy who had been there for her from the beginning. He’d fought next to her inside the dome, helping her find her children while putting his own life in danger to do so.

But Gerald was the father of her children. And no matter how much they had disagreed, Maya knew his kids meant the world to him. He would never do anything to endanger them and would always keep their best interests in mind. It was why he had gotten them from her mother’s house and brought them to the base to begin with.

With silence seeping into the room, Reno readjusted the shoulder strap on his bag and stepped toward the door. In that moment, without even thinking about it, Maya grabbed onto his arm as he walked by.

“Me and the kids. We’re coming with you.”

Gerald shook his head. “Huh? You are?”

“I am. Now get out of my way.”

“Don’t do this. It’s a huge mistake.”

“I’m sorry.” Maya said the words and she truly meant them. “But this is the best thing for me and our kids.”

Gerald stood in front of the door, blocking it. “I won’t let you take them.”

“You don’t have a choice. I have custody.”

“Bullshit. None of that matters now and you know it. I’m not going to let you leave here with them.”

Maya slapped Gerald across the face, grabbed him by his shirt, and pushed him to her left. His back hit the wall and Maya glared at him, daring him to get in her way again.

“I’m warning you, Maya. Don’t make me stop you.”

Maya looked to Reno. “Come on.”

Maya and Reno left the room and headed down the hallway to find John, get the kids, and leave.

35

“What about Dad?”

Maya ignored Aiden and Laura’s questions as she threw garments into bags. She didn’t care what belonged to who, tossing a mix of their clothes into each. When she filled a bag, she zipped it up and turned around to hand it to Aiden.

“Are you at least going to tell us what’s going on?”

“Take the bag. We’re leaving. That’s all you need to know.” Maya turned back to the bed and continued filling the other bag. She moved past her kids, pulling stuff out of the chest of drawers on the other side of the small room.

“We deserve to know.” Laura stepped in front of Maya. “We aren’t six years old anymore. This is bullshit.”

“It is.” Aiden chimed in. “Total horseshit.”

Maya closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She exhaled as she opened her eyes and turned to face her kids.

“Look. I promise that I will explain it to you guys, but not now. The fact is, we aren’t safe staying here.”

“How can it be safer out there?” Laura asked.

It was a good question, and Maya had been wondering the same thing, but she believed Reno. The aliens would eventually seek out and destroy any fortified settlements, and they knew about Fort Campbell.

“I know you guys are scared, and I know that you want to stay here with your father. But you have to trust me. I’m making the best decision for all of us.” Maya glanced back and forth between them. “Do you trust me?”

Laura looked at the ground and Aiden glanced at the wall, both of them hesitating. Maya’s son was the first one to look back up and nod. Maya smiled, and squeezed his hand, then focused on her daughter.

“Laura?”

The girl looked up, then nodded as she moved her hair from in front of her eyes. “Fine. But what about Luke? He thinks it’s best to stay here.”

“Then we let him stay here. You can say goodbye if we pass him on the way out.”

Laura pouted, but Maya had weathered many teenage pout storms before. “Now, finish grabbing your things so we can leave.”

The kids packed the rest of their belongings into the bags, and then each threw one over a shoulder. As they were about to leave the room, Reno showed up at the door with the police officer, John, standing behind him.

“You all ready?” Reno asked.

“Yeah, I think so.” Maya glanced back at her kids. Neither would look at her, but both had bags slung across their backs, ready to go.

Reno put his hand on Maya’s shoulder. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Let’s leave before I change my mind.”

Reno smiled and nodded.

“We need to get going,” John said.

They headed down the corridor, passing others who stood silent and wide-eyed. Maya thought she heard whispers of “crazy” and “suicide.” When they came to the door at the end of the hall, Cameron stood there wearing a backpack.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m coming with you.”

“Don’t you want to stay here with Gerald?”

“You had every chance to ditch me and abandon me, but you didn’t. You didn’t leave me at that house. You got me out of there, and you probably saved my life.” Cameron shook her head. “I’m not going to abandon you now.”

Maya felt a flutter in her stomach.

“So, where are we headed?” Cameron asked.

“The country?” Maya and Reno hadn’t really talked about it, but anywhere they could hide without drawing attention would be best. The fort was like a big, bright, neon sign saying, “Humans in here.”

“There’s a garage a couple of buildings over.” John held up the keys to a vehicle. “Our ride should be in there.”

“Let’s not waste anymore time.” Maya opened the door.

They walked outside and headed across the lot. After meandering through the halls, she estimated there to be about 150 people staying at the base, including soldiers and civilians. Dozens of them stood around now and, to Maya, it felt like all eyes were on their group. Some of the soldiers shook their heads while others ignored them completely. It had only been dark for a few hours and people were heading back into the base while Maya and her crew were leaving it.

“There it is.” John pointed to the third building on the right. “Garage number fourteen.”

Maya went to the metal garage door and kneeled to grip the handle. Then she stood, raising the door with her, and saw the barrels of several guns pointed at her head. “Gerald?”

“What’s the deal?” Reno asked.

Gerald stood in the middle of four soldiers, three of them men and one woman. He wasn’t holding a gun, but each of the soldiers with him had a rifle trained on Maya, Reno, and John.

“I can’t let you take my kids. I brought them here for a reason, to keep them safe.”

Maya took a step forward. “I already told you that you don’t have a say.”

Laura grabbed Aiden and they both stepped behind their mother.

“Yeah, well, I’m afraid I disagree.”

“Bullshit.” Reno stepped forward.

The soldiers raised their weapons higher, but Gerald put up his hand. “Take him and his cop buddy to lock-up. They’re too dangerous to be free in the base.”

Two of the soldiers went to Reno and John, grabbing their arms. John tried to pull away, but Reno looked at him and shook his head.

“I don’t know why you don’t understand me, man,” Reno said. “I know how to take down the domes.”

“Yeah, and we appreciate the intel. But I can’t have you brainwashing people, especially my family. Get him out of here.”

Maya watched Reno fight as the soldiers approached him, and she felt her cheeks flushing. Gerald then looked at Cameron.

“And you. How could you leave me like this?”

“Are you kidding me?” Cameron approached him. “You left me for dead back in our house. Maya was the one who saved me.”

“I was going to come back for you.” Gerald had lowered his eyes, his words coming soft.

Cameron crossed her arms and shook her head. “You’re unbelievable.”

Time slowed for Maya. She turned to see Reno staring at her, even while screaming at the soldiers. Standing behind her, both of her kids had begun to cry, asking why their mom and dad couldn’t agree. Maya suddenly questioned whether she had made the right choice, her resolve weakening now that she saw the confusion etched onto Laura and Aiden’s faces.

She glanced back at Gerald, unsure of what to say or do, and then an alarm sounded. Along with the others, she looked around.

“Shit,” Gerald said as the two soldiers next to him sprinted back toward the base.

“What is that?”

Gerald took her hand and then Cameron’s. “Grab the kids and let’s go.”

“What’s that alarm, Dad?” Aiden asked.

Gerald narrowed his eyes and said, “Just keep quiet and follow me. We’ve got to get to—”

An explosion shook the ground and Maya pulled away from Gerald to throw herself over her children as the people walking around the base screamed. Maya looked up to see smoke billowing from a building on the other side of the compound.

Soldiers hurried past, carrying weapons and positioning themselves for the attack. Maya stood, grabbing her children’s hands and pulling them to their feet. Together, they looked at the horizon and saw a swarm of aliens headed for the base, followed by a single ship. A hand grabbed her arm and she turned to see Gerald on his radio.

“They just took out the beams. Repeat. Lights are not operational.”

“Shit.” Gerald shoved the radio back onto his belt. “We’ve got to get to safety. The aliens took out our best weapon.”

He started to pull her, but she resisted. He turned back and clenched his jaw as she yanked her arm away.

“C’mon, Maya.”

She shook her head. “We can’t stay here. The aliens are launching an attack. Reno was right. We need to leave.”

Gerald looked to the sky and then to the dozens of soldiers gathering in the lot.

“We’re not staying here. Not me or the kids.”

“Don’t be stupid. They’re coming this way. We can bunker down in the fort’s sub-floors. They won’t be able to reach us down there.”

Maya shook her head. “It’ll only be temporary. They’ll destroy the base, find us, bury us alive.”

Cameron spoke up. “Stay if you want. We’re going.”

Another fireball lit up the sky, crawling up the side of a building and exploding at the top. People screamed below it and even some of the soldiers with guns turned to run back into the base.

A secondary blast tossed JLTVs and other military vehicles into the air. Soldiers ran in every direction now as the alien swarm filled the night sky above like the floating ash of a raging bonfire.

Gerald looked at Maya, his face white. “We’re not going to outrun them.”

The explosion had torn the side off a maintenance garage where two battered pickup trucks sat side by side. The beds had been modified to hold tankers of some sort, which filled the space, leaving only the single bench seat for the driver and passengers.

“What about those?”

He laughed at Maya. “We can’t all fit in one.”

“Then we’ll take them both.”

Maya ran along the side of the building, toward the truck. Gerald and the others followed her. A door on the side of the building burst open, slamming into her left leg and knocking her over.

“Maya!” Reno bent down and lifted her to her feet, John right behind him. “It’s happening right now!”

“They’re hitting the front side of the base first.” Gerald waved at the sky and then the trucks in the maintenance shed about fifty yards away. “Those pieces of shit are our best option right now.”

As they started running again, aliens descended, taking aim and vaporizing several soldiers running alongside Maya and her crew. Cameron came up on her right.

“Duck!” She pushed Maya out of the way of a laser beam that raised the hair on her arms.

Maya hadn’t seen the alien coming up from behind, but Cameron had. It happened so fast—Maya blinked, and Cameron was gone. In a split second, there was nothing left of her but pieces of burning clothing. Maya heard Gerald and the kids screaming as she stood up.

Maya cried out, but Gerald and Reno grabbed her as the alien changed the trajectory of its thrusters, coming around to get a better angle at all of them. “Fuck you all!”

The fiery trail of an RPG blew past them, the grenade hitting an alien and raining fiery metal down upon them. The soldiers had begun a counter-offensive, but Maya knew they would be overwhelmed soon.

“Hurry!” Gerald took the lead while Maya, Aiden, and Laura followed him.

Reno and John ran behind them, heading for the second truck.

Gerald opened the truck’s door as he mumbled to Maya. “They killed her. She’s gone.”

She nodded at Gerald, but forced the sadness away. There wasn’t time to grieve. They would all most likely die here, but to have any chance at all, they had to get into those pickups and away from the base.

The workers had left the keys in the ignitions and both trucks started. Maya pulled out first with Gerald, Aiden, and Laura on the bench seat inside the cab. A toolbox had been mounted on the floor on the passenger side, making it almost impossible for the four of them to fit in the truck. It appeared to have had been modified to handle a one-man crew. Reno and John followed in the other truck.

They sped out of the garage and down an access road along the fence bordering the base. When Maya saw an area of it blown apart by the aliens, she cut across the lawn and through the breach, where she picked up the highway near the base. Driving away, she looked in the rearview mirror as the continued attack on Fort Campbell lit up like the Fourth of July.

36

As Maya sped away from the base, she constantly looked into the rearview mirror to see if any of the aliens had been following them. From what she could tell, the aliens weren’t in pursuit—the orange glow of fire over Fort Campbell made her think that they’d been bent on destroying the base rather than chasing down a few survivors. What she did know was that Reno and John had made it out, as well, because their truck tailed Maya by only a few car lengths.

She looked down at her hands, her knuckles white and her arms shaking. Her mind raced, wondering what the consequences would have been had she not listened to Reno. He’d been right. He’d been concerned that the aliens would inevitably attack the base, so much so that he had been insistent on leaving that night, not even waiting until the morning when it would have been safer. What if she had listened to Gerald instead? She shook off the thought, thankful that they had made it out alive.

Only, they hadn’t all made it out alive.

Glancing to her right, Maya looked at Gerald on the end of the bench seat. He stared blankly out his window and into the dark void of rural Kentucky’s night. His girlfriend had died saving the life of his ex-wife. And Maya couldn’t help but feel like she was to blame. Cameron wouldn’t have stepped outside the base if Maya hadn’t been leaving with her kids.

“Mom, I’m scared.”

Aiden’s voice pulled Maya out of her thoughts of Cameron. She turned to her son sitting right next to her, Laura positioned between Aiden and Gerald. His eyes seemed glazed over, and like Maya, he was shaking. She reached over and grabbed his hand.

“I know, hon. But everything’s going to be fine. We got out of there. We’re alive.”

“But where are we going?” Laura asked.

Maya recognized the tone—her usually calm teenager was scared. Laura had lost the sarcastic edge she usually carried, and beneath her words lay the fears of a child in a woman’s body.

“I’m not sure.”

Maya looked at Gerald again. He was still gazing out the window with a blank stare she could see reflected in the passenger side mirror. She wanted to ask him if he was okay, but he had zoned out. And with his temper, she worried that anything she said to him could cause a meltdown. Add that to the fact that he’d just watched his girlfriend get vaporized by aliens.

But there’s no way we can stay on the road. We’re too vulnerable.

It was why Maya had wanted to wait until the next morning to leave. They could have planned a thoughtful escape and taken their time getting to a safe place without the aliens filling the skies. She now knew that plan would have likely ended up with them dead, of course, so she was thankful she’d followed Reno’s instincts instead of her own.

Everyone in the truck remained silent as Maya continued driving for miles, the only sound the clattering of the loose bolts and rusted metal on the body of the old maintenance truck. Maya’s mind continued to churn as she thought of where they could go. Her eyes darted between the road ahead, her family inside of the truck, Reno and John behind them, and the skies—which she constantly checked to make sure there were no aliens on the way.

“We should go back.”

Maya looked over at Gerald, finding his watery eyes fixed on hers.

“They blew up the damn base.” The response had come out of Maya’s mouth before she’d even thought about it. “You’re joking, right?”

“Do I fucking look like I’m joking?”

Out of the corner of her eye, Maya saw Aiden’s body stiffen. He took a deep breath and stared at the road ahead, listening just like Laura was. Maya took a deep breath.

“Look, I know emotions are raw right now, but there’s nothing to go back to. We’ve got to keep moving and—”

“And what?” Gerald asked, interrupting Maya. “Just forget about her?”

Maya closed her eyes only long enough to take another breath. In that moment, she saw Cameron’s smiling face. Maya had come to like her. In fact, they had become friends.

“I’m hurting, too. But we’ve got our kids to think about now.”

“Don’t you say that. Don’t you lie to me. You didn’t give a shit about her. You’ve got to be loving the fact that I’m in pain. Does that feel good, Maya? Are you enjoying this?”

Maya gripped the wheel tighter, sweat making her palms clammy.

“You’re the one who left her to die while you ran off to kidnap our kids.”

“Yeah, well, maybe it would’ve been better if you had never made it out of that dome.” Gerald leaned back and snickered. “Maybe you should have—”

“Shut up!” Laura said, putting her arms up as if to block them out. “Both of you.”

Maya had almost forgotten the kids were between them, the old wounds caused by Gerald having reopened. They’d fallen back into their old ways without regard for what was most important. Laura and Aiden were old enough now to better understand why people split up, but hearing their parents argue like this was not helping anyone.

Everyone is on edge. Best to find a place to stop and regroup.

Another mile up the road, Maya saw a sign for a rest stop. It warned her that there wouldn’t be another one for twenty miles. With the air clear of ships and aliens, she turned off.

“Why are we stopping?” Gerald asked.

“So that everyone can get some fresh air and so that we can chat with Reno and John and figure out where we’re going.”

Maya pulled to the end of the parking lot and drove up over the curb and into the grass. There were scattered trees lining the edge of the rest area, and she pulled the truck into them so they’d be out of view from the road with some cover above. Maya parked the truck and climbed out. She walked to a concrete picnic table and sat on top of it.

As Reno and John opened the doors of their own truck, Reno already held his arms out in a question. “Why are we stopping?”

“We’ve gotten far enough away from the base and the sky is clear.” Maya looked up as if to confirm what she had just said. “I figured we could regroup and figure out exactly where we’re going.”

The kids walked over and joined Maya near the picnic table. Aiden sat on the bench while Laura leaned against a tree with her arms crossed.

Gerald had remained in the truck. Reno glanced at him, then back to Maya. He nodded at Gerald with his chin. Maya shook her head as Reno and John walked over to the picnic table.

“We need to figure out where we’re going,” Maya said.

“I don’t know where to go.” Reno turned to John, inviting his opinion.

“Yeah, those guys back at the base made it seem like there weren’t a lot of options. And there certainly isn’t much left of Nashville.”

Maya sighed. “Well, we can’t keep driving down the highway. It’s not safe, especially not at night. We need to—”

A light hit Maya in the face, blinding her. She raised her hands as the kids cried out. Maya tried to look up, but the light was too bright.

“We’re humans. Not a threat.”

She waited, hoping her eyes would adjust quickly so that she could see who was on the other side of that light. Whoever was holding it turned it off. Through the blotches in her vision, she saw the silhouette of a woman standing in the darkness halfway between Maya’s group and the rest area buildings. The woman was pointing something at them, but then she lowered her arm.

“Get out here, y’all. We’ve got other survivors.”

37

“We only stopped here to regroup.” Maya thought the African-American woman was probably sixty years old and she spoke with a deep, fluid Louisiana drawl. Maya’s eyes hadn’t adjusted enough to notice much else about her. “We don’t want any trouble.”

Six or seven people walked through the shadows from the travel center. They surrounded the woman and stared at Maya. The woman still hadn’t responded, and Maya hadn’t been paying attention to her truck when she heard the door open. Then she heard the click of a gun and saw Gerald aiming at the woman. Three of the people with her raised their own firearms, their weapons ranging from pistols to semi-automatic rifles.

“Back the fuck down, lady. I’m military.”

Maya lifted her hands in the air before stomping over to Gerald.

“Stop it. Put down the damn gun. You’re gonna get yourself killed.”

He looked back at her, a darkness in his eyes. He tilted his head.

“Yeah? And would that be such a bad thing for you? No more custody complications.”

Maya shook her head. Without replying, she grabbed Gerald’s wrist and lowered his arm. A single tear came from one eye and he let loose with a sarcastic chuckle, but he didn’t fight her on it.

“Think of the behavior you’re modeling right now.”

At first, Gerald snarled and spun away from Maya, but a moment later he lowered his head, and when she put a soft hand on his shoulder, he turned around and stepped into her arms.

She couldn’t remember the last time they had hugged, let alone shown any kind of affection towards one another. Maya gripped the back of his shirt, feeling the pain caught between them and letting him have a few seconds. After Gerald slowly pulled away, Maya turned her focus back to the woman and the rest stop group as Reno stepped forward with John at his side.

“I’m sorry about this,” Reno said. “We’ve had a rough night and barely escaped an alien attack at Fort Campbell. We’re going to be on our way now.”

As Maya motioned to her friends and family to get back into the trucks, she heard other footsteps. When she turned around, the woman had cut the distance between them in half.

“Not so fast.”

Now that she was closer, Maya believed the woman to be in her late sixties, maybe pushing seventy. The senior wore a dark gray T-shirt under an open flannel shirt. Maya shook her head at her, not sure what was coming.

“Please, let us be on our way.”

The woman looked at Reno and John, who hadn’t said much since Gerald had come out of the truck with the gun. Then she turned and looked at Aiden and Laura before shaking her own head at Maya.

“Not until you let me feed those kids.”

Relaxing, Maya smiled.

The woman returned her expression with a warm, wide grin. She waved Maya and their group toward the rest stop building.

“Come on inside.”

The woman then turned her back, even though Gerald had been pointing a gun at them a few minutes earlier. Now, he looked at Maya and shrugged.

Maya glanced over to Reno and John, who were staring at her, waiting to follow her lead. Laura had moved, but Aiden gave Maya his best “C’mon, Mom” look, which she knew meant he was hungry.

Without saying another word, Maya followed the woman and the rest of the group through the grass and toward the travel center.

Five candles illuminated the foyer along with a couple of battery-powered lights. Maya noticed two generators sitting in the corner, as well as three portable spotlights. The woman went behind a desk and grabbed a cardboard box. She then came over to Maya.

“May I offer something to your children?”

Maya looked inside the box and saw it was filled with junk food—mostly chips and candy bars.

Maya nodded. “Thank you.”

The woman went to the kids and let them each pick from the box.

Maya looked around, checking for threats but seeing none. This travel area and rest stop looked exactly like the hundreds of others she’d been in over the years. While traveling, she’d never given these places a second thought, usually scurrying to and from their restrooms before getting back onto the highway. But now, she saw the well-worn facility in a new way. As these people had already realized, the place could be transformed into a bunker.

“We raided the vending machines as soon as we got here.” The woman had spoken the obvious, but Maya didn’t want to be rude, so she didn’t interrupt. “Luckily, no one else had yet. It’s not the most nutritious stuff, but it’s better than nothing.”

After the kids had each grabbed a couple of things, the woman returned to Maya. She put the box in front of her, but Maya waved it away. She had lost her appetite when the realization of what had happened to all those people at the base—and Cameron—had hit her. She couldn’t think of eating now, especially not a sugar-filled treat.

“Suit yourself.” The woman handed the box to one of the men behind her who walked it over to Gerald, Reno, and John. The woman then stuck out her hand to Maya.

“Donna.”

Maya looked at the woman’s hand before reaching out to shake it. “I’m Maya.”

“Nice to meet you, Maya.”

Donna then looked past Maya, who turned to see what had caught the woman’s attention. Gerald had gone to a corner by himself and was sitting on the floor with his elbows on his knees and his chin on his arms—looking straight ahead at the wall across the room while the rest of the people introduced themselves to one another.

“I don’t mind if you all stay here until the sun comes up,” Donna said. “But you’re going to have to keep him under control.”

“I understand. He lost someone very dear to him tonight when Fort Campbell went down.”

“I’d like to hear about what happened there.”

Reno walked up with his hands on his hips. He looked at Gerald, then to Maya. “That was some outburst back there.”

“Yeah, well, he’s hurting.”

“Still, isn’t that why you divorced him?”

Maya turned on Reno, her cheeks flushed and a knot forming in her stomach. As if he could read her face, Reno stepped back and put his hands on top of his head, drawing in a deep breath.

“That’s not what I meant. I’m sorry.”

“Why don’t you fill Donna here in on what happened at Fort Campbell and mind your own damn business?”

Without giving Reno the chance to respond, Maya walked over to Gerald, leaving Reno and Donna standing in an awkward silence. She sat on the floor next to her ex-husband.

“I’m sorry about losing my cool out there.”

Gerald had spoken without taking his eyes off the wall.

“It’s all right. I know you’re upset. Cameron and I had become close, so I can sort of understand what you’re going through.”

“Yeah, well, I had no right to blame that on you. It wasn’t your fault.”

“You don’t have to—”

“It was his.”

Gerald twisted around and pointed at Reno, whose back was turned as he spoke with Donna.

“If he had only been more patient and allowed us to have a discussion as a group instead of insisting on leaving tonight, then we might all—”

“Then we might all be dead,” Maya said, cutting him off. “We’d have been stuck inside one of those buildings that blew up.”

“I had a plan. It would have kept our family alive.”

“We can’t change what happened. Protecting them now is all that matters to me. And I know we can only do that if we stick together. You’re hurting, I get it, but you’ve got to do your best to move on so we can stay focused and do what’s right for our kids.”

Maya stood up and brushed off her pants, blowing a wisp of hair from her face before looking down at Gerald.

“I’ll leave you to mourn, but we don’t have much time.”

Gerald scoffed, then looked at the wall again, shaking his head. Then he looked back up at Maya.

“We can’t trust Reno. You know it, and I know it.”

Maya walked away, feeling that knot in her stomach turning into doubt.

38

After her conversation with Gerald, Maya slid out a back door. She took a deep breath as the cool night air chilled the sweat on her brow. Ten feet from the door, a picnic table sat under a tree. She plopped down and put her elbows on the table, then ran her hands over her face.

Her mounting stress only made her sweat more. Her kids were her top priority, and they were supposed to be Gerald’s, as well. But she wasn’t sure if she could count on him, given his mental state. She knew that losing Cameron wasn’t easy for him. It hadn’t been easy for her, either, as she had become close to the woman. Hell, Cameron had probably become her best friend. But now she was gone, and she had died in the act of saving Maya’s life.

That thought overwhelmed her, and she let out a deep sigh.

Maya also thought that at least some of Gerald’s anger stemmed from him being wrong about Fort Campbell. Had they taken his advice and stayed there, they’d all likely be dead. And Maya had rubbed that fact into his face. She’d only been trying to knock some sense into him, but in hindsight, maybe it hadn’t been the best way to do so.

But through it all, Maya had to make the decision as to what they’d do next and where they’d go. All Reno had suggested was that they leave Fort Campbell, but he’d had no plan as to what they would do after. Of course, he’d mentioned looking for another military base or stronghold. But as they discovered at Fort Campbell, that didn’t guarantee anything.

What am I going to do?

Maya shook her head at the question, and was staring into the inky blackness when the back door opened. She turned around to see Reno walking toward her. Maya looked down at the table, to where someone with a knife had scratched “suck it” in the wood. Maya gazed at the carving, running her finger along the jagged lines instead of acknowledging Reno’s presence.

But by the time the door eased shut, Reno stood next to the picnic table with his hands in his pockets.

So much for a few minutes to myself.

“Hey.”

Maya looked up and only nodded at Reno as a response. Then she turned away from him again.

“How are you doing?”

“We’re alive, so I’m good.”

Without asking for permission, Reno took a seat across from her at the picnic table. He clasped his hands together and waited for her to finally look up at him. When she did, he was staring at her.

“I meant after all of that in there.” Reno used his chin to point at the rest stop.

“He’s upset, and rightfully so. He lost someone he loved.”

“And someone who he left behind when he went to that base in the first place.”

“He thought he was doing the right thing.”

Reno raised an eyebrow. “But do you?”

“That’s not my place to judge.”

Reno clenched one of his fists and sighed before responding. “He’s made some terrible decisions, Maya. He went and took your kids from your mom. He left his girlfriend behind, helpless and alone. And he fought us on staying at Fort Campbell. Think about what would have happened if we would have stayed.”

Maya shrugged. “What are you trying to say?”

“I don’t know how we trust him at this point.”

Maya scoffed. “I’m not going there.”

“Why not? Do you trust him?”

Maya considered the question. It was true that Gerald had gotten her into this situation in the first place. If he hadn’t gone and taken the kids from Maya’s mother’s house, then they would never have ended up in the middle of Nowhere, Kentucky.

But, on the flip side, Maya might not have found Reno again. When he’d hurt his ankle and begged Maya to leave him behind, it had been before Maya had realized her kids weren’t at her mother’s. That was one positive that had come out of a terrible situation, and he probably wasn’t thinking about that. But Maya wasn’t going to bother bringing it up.

“I know that he wouldn’t purposely do anything to hurt our kids.”

“That wasn’t my question.”

“Look, I know what you’re implying, but that isn’t an option.”

Reno stood. He turned his back to Maya and put his hands on his waist. Then he turned around and shook his head.

“He’s going to do something stupid. He’s coming unhinged. You know it. I know it. It’s not safe to have him around.”

Maya lowered her voice. “He’s the father of my children. I’ve already removed him from their everyday lives once. They’ll never forgive me if I do that again.”

“Yeah, well, they might not get the chance to if you allow him to stay with us. Because I’m telling you now, he’s going to do something stupid.”

Before Maya could respond, Reno walked back over to the door. She didn’t stop him, and he didn’t turn around again before going inside.

39

After a few minutes of solitude, Maya stood up to go back inside the rest stop. The confrontations with Gerald and Reno, though different in tone, had only been more bullshit on top of everything else that had happened within the past several hours. She hoped to go inside and get some rest now, and sleep on her next big decision.

When she re-entered the building, Donna was standing in the middle of the room with Reno and Gerald on either side of her. Everyone else stood nearby or sat on the ground against the wall. Laura and Aiden were lying down on blankets on the far side of the room.

All eyes fell on Maya as she walked back inside.

“I was hoping you and I could have a few words,” Donna said.

“Yeah, sure. Did you wanna go back outside?”

Donna shook her head. “Not a big fan of going out there at night with those bastards swarming the air, even if the picnic table is hidden by the trees.”

“Fair enough.”

Donna walked through a nearby door and Maya followed. They entered a storage room with a desk in one corner. Flies buzzed around empty Chinese food cartons stacked in front of a darkened bank of surveillance monitors. Boxes had been ripped open and left in a jumble, tourist brochures for all the wonderful sites to be seen in the Bluegrass State scattered across the floor.

Donna sat down in an office chair behind the desk and gestured to the chair on the other side. Maya sat down, and then Donna put her elbows on the table and leaned forward.

“Those guys told me that you’re the one making the decisions.”

“Really?” Maya shrugged. “I guess I’ve kinda taken command of our little crew. A mama bear.”

Grinning, Donna let out a small laugh. “I like that. Funny how, when the world goes to shit, men begin to empower women.”

“I haven’t thought about all that. I’m just trying to keep my kids safe.”

Donna raised an eyebrow. “And have you thought about how you’re going to do that?”

“Of course. I’m still trying to sort it out, though. We’ve been through a lot and I’m not sure what to do next.”

“Speaking of that, what exactly happened to you all?”

Maya gave Donna the shortened version of what had happened, from being inside Nashville when the dome had dropped on the city while her kids were on the outside, on to escaping and making the journey to Fort Campbell to finally reunite with her children. Then she told Donna about how Fort Campbell had been destroyed by aliens, and how she and the others had barely escaped.

When Maya finished her explanation, Donna spoke.

“I’ve heard some crazy stories from folks since all this started. Got my own story, but we’ll save that for when we have more time. Let’s just say I used to be a fan of alien-invasion movies and I’d go to all the sci-fi cons. Used to.”

Maya chuckled, grateful that Donna had a knack for taking the edge off of a difficult conversation.

“But I haven’t quite heard anything like that. Honestly, it seems like a miracle that you’re even sitting in front of me right now.”

“It sure feels like that.”

Donna leaned forward. She reached out and covered the top of Maya’s hand with hers.

“You’re a strong woman. That’s not hard to figure out, even after only a couple of conversations with you. And clearly you want the best for your family.”

“It’s all that I want.”

Donna gripped Maya’s hand tighter. “I know.” She let go and leaned back in her chair. “So, have you heard about Cincinnati?”

Maya sat back and cocked her head to the side. “No. What about Cincinnati?”

“They’ve got one of the last human strongholds in the Midwest. For some reason, an obelisk never rose there like it did over so many other cities. God rest their souls.” Donna made the sign of the cross. “Because of that, a resistance has formed there.”

“How do you know all this?”

“We met a traveler on the highway who told us about it. I’m not sure what reason he’d have to lie, and given that we’re now living in a rest stop, my people voted to go north and find out for ourselves. Decided right before y’all showed up.”

Maya stood up. “Which guy told you about Cincinnati? I’d like to talk to him.”

Donna lowered her head and shook it. “Unfortunately, he didn’t make it. He was killed right before we made it here. Someone was speeding down the highway and not paying attention, and they hit him.”

“Oh,” Maya said, sitting back down in the chair. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s just the way the world is now. I hate to sound harsh, but he wasn’t the first person we lost, and I doubt he’ll be the last.”

It was a harsh sentiment, but one that Maya understood. Because of her job, she’d been somewhat desensitized to death, which was a scary thought all on its own.

Donna leaned back and clasped her hands together on the desk. “Your crew should come with us. But they shut the gates at dusk so we can’t dally.”

“I’ll have to talk it over with the others.”

“Where else would you go? Seems like quite an easy decision to make.”

“No offense, but I hardly know you. Neither of us know if Cincinnati even exists anymore.”

Donna grinned. “You’re smarter than I thought. But that unfortunately might be the one thing that gets you killed.”

Maya glared at Donna as the woman stood.

“We’re leaving first thing in the morning. They’re using the big football stadium as the refugee camp, and from what I understand, it could close any day now.” Donna shook her head. “And believe me, you don’t want to be on the outside when they close that gate for good.”

Without giving Maya a chance to respond, Donna walked out, giving Maya yet another thing to consider in her decision on what they would do next.

40

After Donna left, Maya sat staring at a poster of Mammoth Cave on the wall across from her. She stood up and then sat down again, closing her eyes and trying to make sense of the situation.

Honestly, she didn’t know Donna. The story about Cincinnati had sounded hopeful, and yet, Donna had no way of proving it was true. For all Maya knew, Cincinnati could be nothing but a burning pile of rubble right now. As calculating and systematically destructive as the aliens had seemed to be, how could they have left a city like Cincinnati standing? Especially by now, Maya would have thought that they’d have found a way to obliterate it even without the need for a dome.

But what if everything Donna had said was true? What if Cincinnati was the last stronghold within a thousand miles? Left standing for a reason she didn’t yet know? Maya understood that they couldn’t continue to wander the highways, stopping at random rest stops and gas stations to try to find shelter from the threats in the skies. How long was that going to work before their luck ran out?

She took a deep breath and stood. She shoved her hands into her pockets, something she often did when she was anxious, and paced to the opposite side of the room. There, she split the blinds on the window with two fingers and peered outside.

From the window, Maya had a clear view south. Flashes lit the clouds like lightning, spreading from one horizon to the other. The aliens had filled the skies over Fort Campbell and were continuing their assault northward. Maya shuddered to think about what might have happened if she had followed Gerald’s advice and stayed. She thought of all the people she’d seen disintegrated before her eyes by sophisticated, alien weaponry. Cameron naturally came to her mind. The way the woman had pushed Maya out of the way and sacrificed her own life for the rest of the group.

Maya then considered what things might have been like if they’d stayed in the fort. She saw her kids crying, reaching out for her as an alien stood behind them with its weapon pointed at their backs.

Before the ugly daydream could get worse, Maya shut the blinds and stepped away from the window. Sweat ran down her face and she gasped for air, closing her eyes and seeking calm within herself.

And as the dark thoughts faded, her decision became clear. She stood up straight and walked out of the office.

Maya looked to her left, to where Reno sat with John and the kids. He stood up and dusted off the front of his pants as he stared at Maya. She saw Gerald again sitting in the same spot he’d been before, looking her way now with his elbows folded over his knees. And, ahead of her, Donna stood talking to one of the men in her own group. Most of the others were lying down, some sleeping and others just attempting to get some rest.

Pushing a lock of hair from her face, Maya nodded at Donna as she walked over to Aiden and Laura. She could feel eyes on her as she sat down next to them.

“Everything all right, Mom?” Aiden asked.

Maya smiled. “Everything will be. Get some rest, because we’re leaving here in a couple of hours.”

“Where are we going?” Reno asked.

Maya looked over her shoulder to see Donna still staring at her.

“We’re going to Cincinnati.”

41

“When do we get to stop running?”

Maya looked over at her son, seeing the tears in his eyes. She took a deep breath before she replied, worried that she might give a snap reaction.

“Hopefully, when we get to Cincinnati. Now, get your things.”

“How far is that?” Laura asked.

“I’m not sure.”

“Do you think there will be power there?” Aiden asked.

Maya bit her lip, and then couldn’t hold the words in any longer. “Look, I don’t know! Now get your shit in the truck!”

Laura raised both hands in surrender and Aiden looked at his feet. Seeing their reactions, Maya sighed and shook her head, putting a hand in front of her own mouth.

“I’m sorry, guys. I shouldn’t have snapped at you two. This is all nuts and all I want to do is make sure you’re safe. I know you’re both scared. I am, too, and I promise I’m doing everything I can to get us all to safety. Cool?”

Aiden nodded, but Laura just stared. Maya brought them both into a group hug. “Now, please, put your things in the truck.”

As her kids stepped away, Reno approached Maya with his bag already slung over a shoulder. He glanced at the kids, then back to Maya.

“Everything okay?”

Maya nodded. “They’ll be okay. This shit is wearing on them.”

“Them or you?”

“I think all of us.”

“And you think following these people is the right call?”

Maya raised an eyebrow, staring into Reno’s eyes. “I do. Did you have a better plan?”

Reno shook his head. “I just hope there’s a refuge in Cincy.”

Then Reno glanced over at the trucks. Maya followed his gaze to see Gerald leaning against the side of one of them as the two kids approached. They put their bags inside and tried talking to their dad, but he only mumbled a few words without looking up.

Reno turned back to Maya. “You think he’s going to be okay?”

The truth was that Maya wasn’t sure. She wasn’t looking forward to riding with Gerald after the way he’d been acting. She’d known him for years, and had thought she’d seen every fickle mood and explosive emotion he was capable of. But she’d never seen him this despondent.

“He’ll be fine,” she said. “Let’s get going.”

They walked over to the trucks. The kids had climbed into the one she’d be driving. Gerald would be coming along with her, and Reno and John would be driving the other. She looked at her ex-husband, who was still leaning against the side of the vehicle.

“You about ready to go?”

Maya waited for him to say something as they made eye contact. He glared at her instead, dirt covering his tear-streaked face, but he said nothing as he finally climbed into the passenger seat.

This is going to be one hell of a ride, Maya thought as she rolled her eyes.

Donna approached, and Maya forced herself to smile as the woman put a hand on her shoulder.

“You about set?” Donna asked.

“Ready when you are.”

Donna shook her head. “This isn’t going to be an easy trip.”

“You don’t have to tell me that,” Maya said, thinking back to some of the ordeals she’d been through. “Let’s just get on the road so we can get it over with.”

“As you wish. We’ll follow you.”

Maya nodded, then got into the driver’s seat of the truck. Within minutes, they were on the highway again, headed north.

Gerald said nothing, keeping his fist to his chin and looking out his window. The kids had sensed his mood, as well, as they hadn’t tried talking to him again. Maya drove with both hands on the wheel, wanting to say something to him, but deciding not to. It wasn’t worth it. She only hoped he would eventually cool down and get back to a somewhat normal Gerald by the time they reached Cincinnati. Normal Gerald was an asshole, but he was better than this guy.

Maya checked her rearview mirror to see Donna’s caravan following closely behind. Reno and John were in the vehicle ahead of her, leading the way. John had family in Cincinnati, and so he had been there plenty of times and knew all the shortcuts—and side roads and detours if necessary.

They’d made it about fifty miles from the rest stop when smoke began billowing from the hood of Reno and John’s truck. This broke the peace, and even Gerald sat up in his seat and looked out the windshield.

“What’s happening?” Aiden asked.

“I’m not sure.”

Maya had lied, of course. She knew, but she had to hold it together. She checked the rearview mirror again. In the car behind them, she saw Donna talking to the person who was driving. Ahead, Reno stuck his arm out of the window to signal that he was pulling over. A gas station was just ahead on the right, though it looked like it had been closed since the invasion began. Reno drifted off the side of the road toward it.

Maya clicked on their emergency lights and put her hand out the window to signal to Donna that she was pulling over.

“Hopefully, she won’t be too upset that we have to stop for a few,” Maya said, thinking out loud.

She pulled into the parking lot, and as she turned to check on the caravan again, she heard their engines roar. Donna’s group continued speeding down the highway, leaving Maya and the others behind. Maya threw the truck into park and jumped out.

Standing next to the road, she waved her arms.

“Hey!”

But the caravan continued speeding off down the road, leaving nothing but dust in their wake.

Her arms fell to her sides and Maya exhaled.

Reno stepped out of the other truck and put his arms out. “What the fuck was that?”

Maya looked down and kicked the dirt. Then she put her hands on her hips and shook her head.

“Why would they just keep going?” Laura asked.

“I don’t know,” Maya said, swallowing the words she really wanted to share with Donna.

She looked to the sky. Luckily, it was still early enough in the day where there would be a minimal threat of aliens, but she also knew they were up against another clock.

“She must be really worried about getting to Cincinnati before they close that stadium down,” she said.

John walked around to the driver’s side and popped the hood of his truck. When he lifted it, more smoke rose from the motor as he coughed.

“Keep everyone away from that until the smoke clears and I can take a look,” Maya said to Reno. “I’m going to run inside and make sure it’s clear, and see if there’s anything useful.”

Maya walked through the shattered glass doors of the convenience store to see that every cooler had been shot out and raided, the only thing left on the floor being a single can of baked beans. But it wasn’t the sight of the store that raised the hairs on Maya’s neck—it was the stench.

As an EMT, she knew exactly what the smell was, but she’d never gotten used to it. She lifted the collar of her shirt up over her nose, breathing through her mouth. Whoever had died in here had done so in the last two or three days. She’d turned around to leave when she heard something.

A voice.

“Hello?” Maya asked.

There was no immediate response, and then she heard the voice again. It had a static to it, and she followed the noise behind the counter. And when she looked behind it, she saw not only the source of the sound, but also the smell.

A man lay on the ground, with his eyes wide and dried blood stains covering his head, spreading out from a hole between his eyes. A handgun lay on one side of him and a radio on the other. Maya picked up the radio, the dried blood tacky on her fingers. She tweaked the knob until the static receded to a light crackle and the voice became clearer.

“…approximately 80% of the world’s cities. Most have been domed while others have been obliterated. New York, London, Paris—gone. Survivors should hide wherever possible, especially during the night. Stay off the highways. Stay out of sight. Some reports suggest the swarm is fanning out to the countryside and more rural areas. Take haven where you can find it, and God bless America.”

Maya walked out of the convenience store and found that Reno was waiting for her. Behind him, the kids were out of the other truck.

“Find any tools?”

Maya looked at Reno, unsure how to respond.

“What’s the matter?” he asked.

“A radio… local news reports…” Maya trailed off, not sure what to tell Reno and how to break the news to her children.

“That’ll have to wait, Maya. We’ve got big problems right here.”

42

“I knew this piece of shit wouldn’t last,” Reno said.

With wrench in hand, Maya climbed under the hood. But even she knew she was fooling herself. After a few more minutes of checking seals and hoses, she stepped back from the truck and grunted as she threw the wrench to the ground. Her hands had been covered with oil and gunk. She pushed her hair away from the front of her face and wiped the sweat from her brow using her forearm.

“Damn radiator.”

Reno nodded. “That’s what I thought, too.”

“What’s that mean?” Aiden asked.

“It means this hunk of crap isn’t going anywhere,” Gerald said.

It was the first time he’d spoken in quite some time. Maya glared at him before looking at her son.

“Unfortunately, your father’s right.”

“Can’t we get a radiator out of another car?” Laura asked.

Maya looked up and down the highway. There weren’t any vehicles in sight, and she pointed that out to her daughter.

“And even if there were, we don’t have the parts, tools, or time.”

“Maybe we’ve got more time than we think,” Reno said. “We don’t know if that Donna woman was being honest. And the fact that they sped off without us doesn’t make her trustworthy in my book.”

“Maybe not, but she was right about the time.”

Reno narrowed his eyes. “How do you know that?”

“I told you, someone broadcasting over a local radio station, saying that the cities are gone, people should hide. The aliens,” Maya said, waving her greasy arm at the horizon, “are moving north. I saw flashes in the sky last night where Fort Campbell used to be. I don’t want to be on this highway when they arrive.”

“Jesus,” John said. “So, it really is getting worse.”

“And it seems like Cincinnati is our best choice,” Reno said. “Donna was right, I guess.”

“Then let’s all jump into our truck and get going,” Aiden said.

Maya turned and chastised herself for overlooking such a simple solution—until she looked at the cab and did the math.

John, Reno, and Gerald looked at each other, then at Maya. No matter how she imagined them getting into the one truck, it wouldn’t work. The old maintenance trucks had had their beds removed, with tanks of fertilizer or insecticide mounted to the frames. It was impossible for anyone to ride in the back and impossible to fit all six of them in the cab given the toolbox that had been welded to the truck’s frame.

Laura leaned over and whispered into Aiden’s ear, explaining why his solution wouldn’t work, and Maya felt her heart break as she saw the realization bloom on her son’s face.

Aiden shook his head. “There’s got to be something we can do. There has to be a bigger vehicle somewhere around here that we can take, or some way to find the tools we need to fix this one. Maybe we can take off those tanks or rip out the toolbox so we can all fit?”

“I wish we could, but the truck mods are welded. There’s no way their coming off.” Gerald’s voice began to crack. “The aliens are coming. Your mom heard it on that radio inside. We don’t have time to waste with all that. By the time we find a vehicle or get this one fixed, that stadium is gonna be closed and then we’re all going to be in trouble.”

“So, now what?” Aiden asked.

Maya looked at John, Reno, and then Gerald last. She couldn’t look at Laura or Aiden because she knew she’d fall apart. “It means that two of us are going to have to stay here.”

Aiden’s face turned pale, and his eyes darted between his parents.

“No way,” he said. “There’s got to be another way. We can’t leave anybody behind.”

“We don’t have a choice, son,” Gerald said. “It’s just the way it has to be.”

“But we haven’t even tried finding another car yet. And, Mom, are you sure it’s the radiator? What if it’s something else that you can fix?”

Maya shook her head. “It’s not, hon. I’ve been working on cars since I was your age. I know this is something that we can’t fix. I wish it were that easy.”

Aiden started to cry, and his sister wrapped her arm around him. He buried his head into her chest.

And as the four adults looked at each other once more, the question hung like a pregnant thundercloud.

Who was going to be left behind?

43

Maya wanted to be anywhere but there in that moment. With everyone staring at her, expecting her to make the toughest decision of their lives for them, all she wanted was to be alone. But she knew this was her responsibility, as the person who had been put in charge of the group.

Then Reno looked around at the others.

“Well, we’ve got a choice to make. The kids are going, but—”

“No shit, Sherlock,” Gerald said, interrupting him.

Reno smiled for a moment before shaking his head and continuing. “Two of us are going to have to stay here. How are we going to decide?”

“One of you,” Maya said. “I’m not leaving my kids and they’re not staying here.”

John shrugged. “We could draw straws, or whatever we can find that would work.”

“Are we in second-fucking-grade or something, here?” Gerald asked.

“I don’t hear you coming up with any better ideas,” John said.

“No, you know, I’ve got an idea.” Gerald pointed back and forth at Reno and John. “How about you two stay?”

Maya stood back and listened, sharing a glance with Reno after Gerald’s suggestion. Reno licked his lips and was about to respond when John jumped in.

“Screw that. Why are we automatically assuming that your name isn’t on the chopping block?”

Gerald snorted a sarcastic laugh, then turned to Laura and Aiden. “There’s two reasons for you right there, dumbass. If you think I’m leaving my children behind, then you’re crazy. And if we’re going that far, Maya’s name should be on the table, too.”

Maya felt her chest tighten, and her mouth went dry.

I’d die first, you son of a bitch.

She couldn’t trust Gerald with their safety. Although, he had kept the kids safe when all this had hit the fan. She didn’t agree with his decision to take them from her mother, but she understood that what he did and how he treated their grandmother was done under extreme duress.

“That’s ridiculous,” Reno said. “Maya’s name shouldn’t even be considered.”

“Why?” Maya stepped into the middle of the men, all of her certainty about the situation beginning to slide away. She glanced around at them before glaring at Reno. “Why shouldn’t I be considered?”

“Come on, Maya,” Reno said. “Don’t be like this.”

“Like what? I’ve done things over the past few weeks that are unfathomable. What makes me any better than anyone else?”

“Because everything you’ve done has been to save your kids,” Reno said.

“Yeah,” John said. “You didn’t fuckin’ kidnap ‘em like this guy.”

“Maybe we should be leaving your fat, worthless ass behind,” Gerald said. “Who the hell are you anyway? We don’t know if you’re really a cop, and so what if you are?”

“He’s saved my ass more times than I can count,” Reno said. “So, watch what you say.”

“Yeah?” Gerald asked, stepping toward Reno. “Or what?”

“Don’t get up in my face, man.”

“What are you going to do about it?”

“Dad, don’t,” Laura said.

“Stay out of this, Laura,” Gerald said, never taking his eyes off Reno.

“You’re nothing but a coward, and you know it,” Reno said.

Gerald gave Reno a two-handed shove to the chest.

I’ve got to stop this, Maya thought. She stepped forward to get between them, but it was too late.

Reno’s eyes narrowed. “You son of a bitch.”

And then Reno threw the first punch.

Gerald stumbled back a couple of steps, his neck twisted from the impact with Reno’s fist. He brought his hand to his face and ran it across his mouth. Looking down, he saw blood on the side of his thumb.

Reno hesitated after the punch, looking from Laura, to Aiden, to Maya. He held up his fist, his jaw slack as he stared down Gerald.

All Maya wanted to do was step in between them and stop the madness before it escalated. She went to do just that, but she did so right as Gerald retaliated by lunging at Reno. Reacting quickly, Reno raised one of his hands to keep Maya back, and he used his other to shield his face as Gerald swung—but it didn’t work.

The punch knocked Reno back onto his ass, the dirt kicking up and whirling through the air like a small tornado. Before Gerald could jump on top of Reno, John stepped in the middle.

“Stop it!”

But Gerald ignored him, landing a right-hook to John’s chin, following it with a hard jab into the cop’s gut. John grunted and doubled over, and then Gerald brought his knee up into John’s face, knocking his head against the truck. The crack of John’s nose made Maya wince.

Aiden had begun to cry silent tears while Laura watched with morbid fascination as these grown men fought in front of her. Maya spun and shouted at her ex-husband.

“Gerald, enough!”

But she could see in his eyes that he had snapped. This wasn’t the Gerald she had known, the father of her children, the man she’d fallen in love with and married. He had become unhinged—he’d become a madman. The experience at Fort Campbell had wrecked him like PTSD pulled apart soldiers. Now all she could think about was what he would do first; stop, or kill Reno.

Fortunately, John distracted Gerald long enough to give Reno time to recover. He jumped to his feet and speared Gerald with the top of his head like a linebacker, driving his shoulder into Gerald’s gut and sending both men tumbling to the ground. With the leverage on his side now, Reno pummeled Gerald with two punches to the face.

After the second, Gerald looked up at Reno and laughed.

“Is that all you got? For a bastard who’s been fucking my wife, you sure ain’t got a lot in the tank. Maya doesn’t like soft men.”

Reno gritted his teeth and threw another punch, busting Gerald’s nose and sending blood splatter into the air.

“Stop it!” Laura said, her face red and her words sharp as if Reno’s last punch had woken her from a daze. “Stop punching him!”

Maya couldn’t let it go on anymore, either. She couldn’t watch her best friend and her unhinged ex-husband fight to the death.

“Reno, you’ve got to stop,” she said.

Reno had a handful of Gerald’s shirt, his fist raised and ready to hit Gerald again, but he paused.

He looked at Maya and his mouth fell open, his eyes wide. She felt as though he was staring right through her.

A split second later, Gerald grabbed Reno’s collar, pulled him down, and head butted him.

Blood immediately ran from a gash in Reno’s forehead and he stumbled backward, falling onto his back next to Gerald. Gerald sat up, blood covering his face, and straddled Reno.

“No!” Maya screamed.

Gerald ignored her. He acted like a rabid pit bull as he landed two vicious punches to Reno’s face. Reno was nearly unconscious from the head butt. He spat blood and a tooth out, but Gerald didn’t let up. It was as if he had blacked out and didn’t even realize what he was doing. And if Maya continued to let him do this, Gerald would kill Reno.

Maya grabbed Gerald’s arms and tried to pull him off Reno. As if it was a reflex, Gerald brought the back of his hand up and across Maya’s face, hitting her with enough force to knock her back and onto the ground.

She grabbed her cheek and groaned as she hit the dirt, rolling onto her side.

Only a few feet away from her lay the wrench she’d been using to try to fix the vehicle. Maya grabbed it and jumped to her feet. She approached Gerald from behind, even as he continued spitting blood and landing punches everywhere on Reno’s face.

“I’m sorry,” she said, unsure if she was apologizing to her children for what she was about to do to their father, or to Gerald for what could happen when she did.

Then she swung the wrench.

She hit Gerald in the back of the head, and he immediately slumped over and fell into the dirt. Tears came to Maya’s eyes, but she quickly shoved them aside, knowing she’d done what she’d had to do. She pushed Gerald’s limp body off of Reno, and then checked Gerald’s wrist to make sure he still had a pulse. He did.

Thank God.

She hadn’t wanted to kill him. She’d only wanted to stop him from killing Reno, which she had accomplished.

Turning, Maya next ran her hand down Reno’s cheek, and checked his wrist to make sure Gerald hadn’t killed him. She found a pulse.

“Mom?” Aiden asked.

Knowing both men were alive, Maya rose and rushed over to her children.

“I’m so sorry,” she said. “I didn’t have a choice.”

“Is he…” Laura couldn’t finish the question.

“Yes,” Maya said. “He’s alive.”

Then she heard a grunt and turned around to see John pushing himself up to his feet. Maya went to him and braced him as he stood.

“You okay?” she asked.

“Yeah,” he said with a cough. Then he nodded at Reno and Gerald. “What about them?”

“They’ll be all right. But we don’t have much time and I need your help.”

“Yeah, with what?”

“We need to get Reno into the truck, and we need to get Gerald somewhere hidden, where the aliens can’t find him.”

John looked at Aiden and Laura, and then nodded at Maya. “You’ll come back for us?”

“I’ll try.”

And, as she spoke the words, Maya realized she had made her decision on who would stay and who would go.

44

Reno woke up and rubbed his eyes. Even doing so didn’t clear up his cloudy mind as he looked around. He could feel the motion of moving down a highway, but he didn’t know where he was or how he’d gotten there. His vision still hadn’t cleared up when the pain rushed to his head. Taking a quick breath, he groaned as he raised his hand to his cheek.

“He’s waking up,” a female voice said.

Following the sound of the voice, Reno opened his eyes to see Maya’s daughter, Laura, leaning over him. Maya was driving, and she pushed her daughter back with an arm bar.

“Give him some space.”

Reno looked to Maya, his memory slowly filtering back. As he stared, three blurry versions of her face appeared and wavered as if he was looking at her through old windows. She reached over and ran her hand through his hair.

“Just relax.”

Leaning back in the seat again, Reno closed his eyes before blinking several times. His vision slowly refocused, but the pain in his face only increased. He opened his eyes and saw Laura next to him with Aiden sitting between her and her mother.

Reno felt a touch on his arm and looked over to see Maya with a bottle in her hand.

“Take two of these.” She shook the small bottle of Advil and looked at Laura. “Get him some water.”

Laura pulled a half-full water bottle from a bag sitting on the floor. Maya shook the bottle of Advil and dropped two of the orange pills into his hand.

“I can take them without it.”

“Ugh, I forgot you can do that,” Maya said. “You still need to drink some water anyway to rehydrate, so take it.”

He accepted the water from Laura, twisting off the cap and pressing the bottle to his lips. He drank in huge gulps, his eyes closed.

A jolt of electric pain rocketed through his jaw as he did, and he put the water bottle down and grabbed the sun visor.

Maya said, “Wait, you might not want to look at your—”

But he ignored her and pulled it down, revealing the mirror underneath. His nose had swollen to twice its size and his lip had been split in three places. He winced, already noticing a blackened bruise blooming on the left side of his face.

Nobody in the truck said a word. Reno shook his head, slammed the visor back up, and looked at Maya.

“Where’s Gerald and John?”

But he knew. He’d glanced in the side view mirror several times and there hadn’t been another vehicle behind them, nor was their one up ahead. And the other men sure as hell weren’t riding inside the fertilizer tank mounted where the truck’s bed had once been.

Maya kept her hands at ten and two, and wouldn’t even look at him. Aiden sniffled and Laura shook her head, her teeth biting into her bottom lip.

“You left them behind.”

That couldn’t have been her only option. Could it?

“Why?”

Maya’s body stiffened. “What? I told John we’d go back for them if we could.”

“We could have found a way to get to Cincy without leaving anyone behind.”

“And what would that have been? You couldn’t help us problem-solve, could you, Reno? Do you know what he did to you?”

“The last thing I remember is fighting.”

“He beat you within an inch of your life. I seriously thought you were dead. Remember the time we answered that call to Printer’s Alley for the dude who’d been jumped? It was like that.”

Reno did remember that. A forty-year-old guy had been beaten by a group of men who’d used Maglites as fists. Maya wouldn’t have brought that up unless she really wanted to make a point, but it didn’t convince him she’d done the right thing. Gerald had beaten him. But they’d been fighting, and every fight had a winner and a loser. He’d just happened to lose. Leaving John and Gerald behind was giving them a death sentence, and Reno wouldn’t have wished that on anyone, even the man who’d beaten his ass.

“We should turn around and get them now.”

Maya sighed, and Reno felt Laura shift on the seat beside him.

His old partner started to say something twice, but each time she struggled to get the words out.

“The aliens will kill them both,” he said simply. “Gerald is the father of your children.”

“I know goddamn well who he is!”

Reno winced as the sound of her yelling threatened to rip his head apart, the pain now throbbing at the base of his skull.

“You think it was easy for me to leave him behind? John understood. I had no choice. We didn’t have the time to wait around and try to fix the other truck or find one that worked. We only have until dusk to make it to that stadium before they’re likely going to lock it up. And he’d lost it, Reno. You saw him at the rest stop. The guy we left behind isn’t the man I married.”

Reno nodded, then looked at Aiden and Laura, but both kids continued staring silently out the windshield.

“I’m sorry you had to make that decision.”

Maya turned her head and glanced past her kids to make eye contact with Reno. “So am I.”

He sat there, the pain in his chest now rivaling the pain in his head. Stress. It always made him tight. Reno saw the horizon darkening and realized they only had a few hours of sunlight left.

They’d all done things under the dome that they would never have done in their old lives. But this, this was different. If it had been the mother of Reno’s children, he would have done everything possible to get them to Cincy. Everything. She’d left Gerald and John behind. Maybe Maya wasn’t the person he’d thought she was. Maybe this was the real Maya, and if that was the case, he’d have some soul-searching to do once they reached Cincinnati safety.

They passed the sign for Florence, Kentucky, signaling they had about eleven miles until they reached Cincinnati. That city might as well have been on a different planet compared to their old lives.

Maybe the alien threat was the one driving the truck.

45

Maya checked the speedometer again. She was doing seventy in a maintenance truck that wasn’t made to go faster than forty. It rumbled constantly, the shakes vibrating through her hands. Her foot had been pressed all the way to the floor, and yet the damn truck wouldn’t go any faster.

No one had spoken since Maya had—not even Reno. Was he serious? Did he really think she’d endanger her children by bringing along that madman? He might have been their father, but she had been raising them. Maya would keep them safe now, as she had their entire lives. Who was Reno to question her about that? What did he know about protecting children? Nothing, that’s what.

Reno wouldn’t even look at her, though. He sat with his chin on his hand, staring out his window. It eerily reminded her of when Gerald had been riding in that same seat only hours earlier. He’d been sitting in almost the same position.

She couldn’t manage yet another child right now. Reno would have to sulk on his own. If she didn’t get the truck to Cincinnati, they’d all die.

But even that doubt had begun to creep in on her, turning her stomach and making her sweat. Once daylight was gone, they had to be inside of that stadium. But what if Donna had gotten bad information? Or worse yet, what if the aliens had already managed to destroy the stadium?

As they crested a hill, the Cincinnati skyline came into view.

Maya smiled, and out of the corner of her eye she saw Reno sit up. He hunched forward and grinned. He’d seen the same thing she had—no dome and no smoke. The city stood.

The truck rambled along Route 71 and across the bridge, carrying them above the Ohio River and across state lines. Paul Brown Stadium sat on the banks of the river, to the east.

“Is that where we’re going?” Laura asked.

“It is,” Reno said. “There should be an exit up here; then we should be home free.”

Maya nodded but didn’t say a word, not willing to allow her focus to fade for even an instant until they had made it inside the stadium. She saw the exit sign and took the off-ramp toward the parking lot.

The sky suddenly dimmed. Maya knew the sun was setting, but it felt like darkness was coming too fast. Like it was artificial. Alien.

Laura looked up into the sky. “Something doesn’t feel right.”

The ground shook then, and Maya looked into the rearview mirror. Her first thought was that a hive of mad bees had begun chasing them—a mass of insects so large that they blotted out the sun. But she knew better. They weren’t bees.

Near the southern horizon and coming through the darkening sky, a laser flashed like lightning and Maya could see the nose of a massive alien ship descending through the clouds in a swarm of flying aliens. Hundreds, possibly thousands, filled the sky, and the dark cloud began to close the distance.

Reno turned to look out the back window and then spun in his seat, waving his hands at Maya. “Go! Go!”

Maya stomped on the gas and jerked the wheel to the right. Reno kept his eyes to the sky as Maya slowed through the parking lots, following signs to the stadium entrance. Three minutes, four tops. That’s about how long she thought they had before the aliens would be on top of them.

“How close are we?” Maya asked. “Which entrance do we need to get to?”

“How should I know?” Reno looked at her and pounded his fist on the dashboard. “Just get us to the main entrance before they get here.”

Aiden pointed. “Mom, look.”

A sign had been erected near the main entrance.

Refugee Camp - Survivors Welcome

The words had been crossed out with red spray paint. The iron gate had been chained shut, and there was nobody on the sidewalk despite there being several vehicles in the parking lot, including military and emergency vehicles.

“Donna said there would be people waiting to check us in,” Maya said.

“I guess we didn’t make it in time,” Reno said. “I’m sure they lock the gates when the sun goes down.”

Aiden looked at his mother. “Now what?”

Maya had never been to Cincinnati, and it wasn’t exactly like she could just use her phone to find a cozy hideout that was laser-proof. If the main gate had been chained and nobody was waiting to let them in, she’d have to come up with another solution.

“Hold on!”

She floored it and cut the wheel, barreling through the parking lot as fast as she could get the truck to move.

Reno thought he knew what she was planning to do.

“This is crazy. We can’t just ram our way inside.”

“I’m not.” Maya put her hands on each kid’s head, one at a time. “When I say so, I need you both to jump out and then climb on top of the roof of the cab. You got me?”

“Yes,” Laura said.

Aiden nodded.

Reno leaned forward. “They’ve got barbed wire on the top of the fence. We’ll get shredded going over top.”

She didn’t care. Bleeding and alive was better than vaporized and dead.

Maya heard a grinding sound followed by the smell of burning rubber. The truck’s engine stalled, and it felt as though a giant had grabbed the rear bumper.

“No, no.”

“What’s happening?” Reno asked.

“A belt snapped.”

The weight of the truck slowed it to a crawl fifty yards from the gate. She leapt from the vehicle and spun around. The ship floated amongst the cloud of aliens now, and they couldn’t be more than a mile or so away. Maya could see individual aliens diving and rising, flying in and around each other like bats.

“Everybody out. Now!”

They sprinted for the gate, Maya dragging Aiden along while Lauren helped Reno. Maya had played softball as a kid, and she remembered the coach telling the girls to run as soon as you contacted the ball because, if you watched it fly through the air, you’d run slower. Baffled by the timing of her memory, she was still grateful for the advice she immediately shared.

“Don’t turn around. Just run as fast as you can.”

She made it to the gate first, reaching through the gate and grabbing the padlock and the chain locked from the inside.

“Help! Let us in!”

Maya looked over her shoulder and thought they had less than thirty seconds before the first wave of aliens would be on them. Thirty seconds left before these fuckers would obliterate everything she lived for in a flash of light.

“I know you’re in there! Please, let us in!”

“We’re done, Maya.” Reno turned and leaned against the gate. He closed his eyes as the chain rattled against the rusted iron.

She looked back again as the aliens passed over the last parking lot.

“Come here.” Maya pulled Aiden and Laura into an embrace, caressing their heads. “I love you both more than anything.”

“No, Mom—”

It wasn’t a sound that had interrupted Aiden. It was light.

At first, Maya thought the sun had exploded—gone supernova and taking these alien sons of bitches with it. Her next thought was that a bomb had gone off, but there was no explosion, no smoke. She looked up as Reno started to giggle.

“Are you ready for some football?” He cackled, looking at Maya, Laura, and Aiden.

She looked up and realized what had just happened. Someone inside Paul Brown Stadium had turned on the lights. Maya turned and watched the aliens spinning to the ground and flying into each other. The distorted growls of junkyard dogs split the sky as the aliens scrambled to escape the high-intensity lighting rigs now burning off the night atop the stadium. Even the ship had begun a slow turn back to the south.

Laura and Aiden took a step back from their mother and Reno lifted both hands in the air, cheering like he was at a Bengals’ game. And, in a way, Maya thought they’d all just scored a touchdown on a last-second Hail Mary.

But the game wasn’t over yet.

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About J. Thorn

J. Thorn is a Top 100 Most Popular Author in Horror, Science Fiction, Action & Adventure and Fantasy (Amazon Author Rank). He has published two million words and has sold more than 185,000 books worldwide. In March of 2014 Thorn held the #5 position in Horror alongside his childhood idols Dean Koontz and Stephen King (at #4 and #2 respectively). He is an official member of the Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers of America, the Horror Writers Association, and the Great Lakes Association of Horror Writers.

Thorn earned a B.A. in American History from the University of Pittsburgh and a M.A. from Duquesne University. He is a full-time writer, part-time professor at John Carroll University, co-owner of Molten Universe Media, podcaster, FM radio DJ, musician, and a certified Story Grid nerd.

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About Zach Bohannon

Zach Bohannon is a horror, science fiction, and fantasy author. His critically acclaimed post-apocalyptic zombie series, Empty Bodies, is a former Amazon #1 bestseller. He lives in Tennessee with his wife, daughter, and German shepherd. He loves hockey, heavy metal, video games, reading, and he doesn’t trust a beer he can see through. He’s a retired drummer, and has had a beard since 2003—long before it was cool.

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