breathing too, rolling her onto her side like I did with Jake. Then I turn to Tanya. Sheâd slid all the way back against the door separating the second and third compartments.
Finally, thereâs Micah, whoâs still strapped into the wheelchair. Iâm glad Iâd thought to lock the wheels earlier. The chair had spun a little, but otherwise stayed in place. His head lolls to one side. His breathing is shallow and regular. He seems to have been the least affected of anyone.
âEveryone okay?â Kelly asks, when I rejoin him in the engineerâs compartment.
I shrug. âAs okay as can be expected. We need to move them, and the sooner the better. Whatever the EM signalâs doing to their implants, it canât be very good. It may already be too late.â
âDonât think that.â
âAm I just supposed to go on believing theyâll be fine?â I snap.
Kelly takes in a long, deep breath, then slowly lets it out.
I start checking the drawers and cabinets in the driverâs compartment.
âAlready checked,â Kelly says.
I donât stop. I canât stop moving or else Iâll never be able to start again.
âWhat are you looking for?â
âI donât know. This,â I say, when I find a flashlight. I flick it on and my heart sinks when it doesnât work. âBatteries are dead.â
âWhy do you need that?â
âBecause I think weâre going to have to walk our way out.â
Kelly frowns and shakes his head. âWeâve got five people out cold back there and only one wheelchair. How do you expect to move them all? You can barely even use your hand!â
âIâm fine!â
âNo, youâre not, Jess.â
He places a hand on my forehead. I swipe it away without looking at him. He wants to see if Iâm running a fever. I donât want to know. âIâm fine.â
He gawps air for a moment, then slowly lowers his hand.
âYou can carry one,â I tell him. âStephen can push the wheelchair. Iâll hold the pistol. Weâll just have to take two at a time. Itâs better than sitting here while they die, Kelly.â
âThey wonât die.â
âYou didnât see them. Theyâre dying back there. Every minute we spend arguing is another minute lost to help them.â
Finally he nods. He knows Iâm right. âIâve got a flashlight in my pack. Iâll go get it and start getting people out. Who first?â
âMicah,â I say. âHeâs already in the chair. And Jake. Heâs really bad off.â
Kelly gives me a hard look. I know what heâs thinking. Itâs the same old jealousy rearing its ugly head again. Maybe he has some reason to be jealous, but not about this.
âHeâs having seizures. The rest arenât.â
Itâs a lie. Tanya was seizing earlier, but not now. I fear it might mean sheâs progressed. I push the thought away, hating that I have to choose between them like this.
I ignore the conflicting arguments inside of me. I just need to make a decision and stick with it.
Kelly returns with the flashlight and the pistol and hands them both to me.
âHereâs the emergency release on the doors,â he says, reaching up. He flips the latch up and pushes the button. The doors hiss and slide open.
âWeâre going back,â I inform Stephen. âYouâre coming with us, and youâre going to do what we tell you to do or else I put a bullet in your head.â
He tilts his head and looks at me, nothing on his face. His cheeks are red from his earlier scuffle with Kelly, and heâs still breathing hard. Then, slowly, a smile creeps across his lips. âMaybe thereâs hope for you after all,â he says.
âShut the hell up,â Kelly snarls.
âYouâre going to push the wheelchair,â I tell him. âOnce we get far enough away from the