J. Thorn

Zach Bohannon

ARRIVAL

For Ashley, Carrie, Christopher, Jill, Kim, Lon, Sam, and Shirley

Thanks for believing in our crazy idea to get eight authors to come on a train with us, hang out for a week in an awesome city, and write stories together!

1

Maya Talbot lived for the moments suspended between life and death. Although she couldn’t save everyone, being a paramedic at Nashville Fire Department Station #19 made her feel necessary—like she was contributing something positive to this crazy world.

Nevertheless, the bags under her eyes grew darker with each shift, which was natural for a single mother working such a stressful job. In a few years, she’d be approaching forty, and the thought of it made her shudder. Despite Maya still receiving her fair share of compliments, though, her hair required more frequent colorings, and the “killer blond” phase had finally grown out to lighten the last several inches of her long, dark hair. The Southern sun kept her face perpetually tan, but it had also begun to draw crow’s feet at the corner of her sharp, hazel eyes. It was all part of aging, no matter how much hot yoga she did or how much kale she ate.

She’d compensated by keeping a strict workout regimen to help her stay healthy and defy age. Despite her busy schedule, Maya was sure to squeeze in yoga, cardio, and weightlifting. She’d also kept up with her Jiu-Jitsu sessions, which she’d been taking for nearly twenty years. And although she hadn’t had as much time of late for hobbies, Maya loved getting her hands dirty under the hood of a cherry red 1965 Mustang she’d been restoring for years.

Maya drove down Rosa Parks Boulevard with her partner, Reno, in the passenger seat. They’d wrapped up their final break of their shift at the Farmer’s Market. Jamaica Way was there, and it was one of Maya’s favorite restaurants in the city. The last time the two of them had eaten there, their break had been cut short by an Emergency Medical Dispatch call—or an EMD, as the paramedics called it—to a nearby house where a woman had suffered a stroke. But no calls had come in during the latter part of their shift, so they’d managed to take an extended break. Maya had ordered jerk chicken, not even bothering to skim the rest of Jamaica Way’s menu.

The leaves had started to turn, and it was cool enough for folks with small children to be out and enjoying the park after a long, hot summer. Nashville sparkled in October as the humidity finally died down and autumn arrived. Maya had spent all that summer in Tennessee working extended shifts to cover for everyone else’s vacation. Somebody had to be on duty. They passed Bicentennial Capital Mall where folks strolled and fed the birds.

“I really need a vacation.”

“Ha! You and me both,” Reno said, running his hand through his short afro.

“Didn’t you go to New Orleans for four days?”

“Yeah, but that was way back in July.”

“Oh, yeah, you’re right. That was like a whole three months ago,” she said, the last three words dripping with sarcasm.

“Seems like longer.”

“You’ve been my partner for—”

“One year and eleven months.”

Maya smiled at him. “Wow. So precise. Are we dating now?”

“I wanted to make sure you remembered that next month is two years. You know, so you can get me an anniversary gift.”

“Yeah, right,” Maya said, laughing. “But as I was saying, do you remember me ever taking a vacation?”

“What about those three days I had to spend with Raymond as my partner?”

“Are you kidding me? That wasn’t a vacation! My son was sick!”

“Well, believe me when I say you got the better end of that deal. Raymond drives like a maniac. I thought I was going to end up in the back of this rig.”

Reno Harvey had moved to Nashville from Baltimore, and being almost ten years her junior, he kept Maya on her toes out in the field. They had been partners for two years now, and although soft-spoken, Reno carried himself with an inner intensity. She knew he was strong, as he’d grown up in inner-city Baltimore. His father had split when he was only eight, leaving him to help his mother take care of his two younger siblings. Reno had defied the odds of many other African-American men from his neighborhood by graduating high school, obtaining a college degree, and getting out of town. He’d come to Nashville with his girlfriend, Robin, who he’d recently broken up with. Maya had no doubt that the kind and gentle man would find another easily.

Maya checked the traffic around her and grinned as she took a sharp turn onto Charlotte Avenue.

“Whoa!” Reno said, grabbing onto the dashboard and forcing himself to slide into the door as if they’d taken the turn at eighty miles per hour instead of twenty.

As she straightened the ALS rig, Maya laughed.

“Nice,” Reno said. “I sure hope you’ll be more careful with that vintage Mustang—if you ever get it street legal.”

“If,” Maya said, drawing out the single syllable. “The two-row-core radiators don’t have enough cooling capacity for the inline-sixes, let alone a V8. Old ‘Stangs are always overheating—mine did the last time I had it on the road.”

The EMD radio buzzed. “We need all available units to 3rd and Broadway. Vehicular accident involving pedestrians. Injuries reported.”

“Jesus,” Maya said.

Reno grabbed the radio. “Copy.”

Maya switched on the siren as they drove around Municipal Auditorium. Luckily, they were only a few blocks away from the scene, but people had already crowded the narrow one-way streets. She honked the horn and swerved around the cars as best she could.

“A car and pedestrians,” Reno said. “You don’t think this is a terrorist attack?”

“Don’t know. All I know is this traffic’s making it a pain for us to get there and find out.”

Several vehicles in front of them had stopped, and they were approaching them fast.

“Come on!” Maya yelled, laying on the horn. She groaned and blew a wisp of hair away from her face before cutting out around them, narrowly missing a newspaper stand as their tires popped up on the curb.

“All right. You might be as crazy as Raymond behind the wheel.”

Five cop cars had already blocked off Broadway in both directions, but Maya pulled the rig to the middle of the road so that she and Reno could jump out with their gear.

Some of the officers kneeled next to the wounded while others fought to keep the gathering crowds out of the way. As Maya approached, she saw about a dozen people on the ground. She looked for blood to figure out who needed medical attention first. On the sidewalk in front of WannaB’s Karaoke Bar, a sedan had crashed into a pole. Smoke billowed from under its hood. An officer hurried over to Maya and Reno as a firetruck came around the corner and another rig headed toward them from the other end of Broadway.

“Who is most critically injured?”

“This way.”

People were screaming. Some of the hurt reached for Maya and Reno as they passed by, and she bit her bottom lip, seeing the pain on people’s faces. They had to focus on the most critically injured first, though, and wait for back-up to arrive for the rest.

The officer led Maya to a woman lying on her side. Blood streaked her blond hair, and she clutched the bump that was her stomach. Maya kneeled.

“What’s your name, sweetie?” she asked, keeping her tone soft and steady.

“Courtney,” the young woman said with a stutter. She was wearing a pants suit and had likely been walking on the sidewalk when the car had run up onto the curb.

“All right, Courtney. I’m here and I’m going to take care of you. How far along are you?”

“Thirty-four weeks.”

“Okay, good, good,” Maya said. She put on her stethoscope, checking Courtney’s heartbeat. As expected, it was high. She moved her hand down to Courtney’s stomach, feeling for blood—and movement. “Can you tell me what happened?”

“I was walking down the sidewalk when I heard people screaming. I turned around, and a car was coming right at me. I dove out of the way—landed on my side, but I still hit my stomach. God, please, tell me my baby is all right.”

Maya looked in the woman’s ears and then checked pupil dilation, to make sure she didn’t have a concussion.

“Is my baby going to be all right?”

“Everything’s going to be fine,” Maya said, wanting her words to be true, but she needed to get the pregnant woman into her rig immediately.

She stood and signaled to a nearby police officer who ran over.

“We need to get this woman to the St. Thomas ER right away,” Maya said, her voice soft enough that the woman wouldn’t hear. “Get a stretcher over here immediately while I stay by her side.”

The cop ran off, waving to a nearby paramedic who had an empty rig. Maya made eye contact with Reno, who was helping an elderly man clutching his left leg. She was sure he could see the concern in her eyes. She then returned her attention to the pregnant woman, kneeling next to her again.

“What’s happening?” Courtney asked. “Am I okay? Is my baby all right?”

Maya gave her a short but bright smile. “You and your baby are going to be fine. We’re preparing to take you to St. Thomas. I’m going to get you some oxygen, and then we’re going to put you on a stretcher. Just a precaution, all right?”

The crying woman nodded. Maya placed an oxygen mask over her face, nodding at the pregnant woman to encourage her to draw the pure air from the tank. The other paramedics arrived after another moment, and Maya held Courtney’s hand as they loaded her onto the gurney. With Reno still treating folks at the scene, she’d have to trust other paramedics to get the pregnant woman to the ER.

The woman’s eyes shot from one paramedic to the other, her hands caressing the bulge of her stomach the entire time as the workers placed her into the back of the rig. Maya watched them until the door shut. For as long as she’d been doing this, these moments never got easier.

Reno called out to break into her focus on the woman then, and Maya took off running toward him as sirens ripped through the city streets of Nashville.

Maya pulled into St. Thomas forty-five minutes after they’d arrived on the scene of the accident. Reno sat in the back with a man who’d been grazed by the vehicle. When the man had landed, he’d dislocated his shoulder. Reno and Maya had decided to bring him to the hospital themselves to make sure that was all that was wrong with him, as well as to clean up his cuts and bruises. These days, even the slightest bump to the head could leave someone concussed, and an untreated brain injury could cause problems for months, if not years.

They signed him in at the ER entrance, and then Maya walked to the front desk. An attendant named Jean sat behind the counter.

“Hey, Jean. Do you know where they took the pregnant woman that was brought in here from the accident on Broadway?”

“They’ve got her in Room 7.”

“Thanks.”

“Hey,” Jean said. “What happened down there? I heard a car ran into some people on the sidewalk.”

Maya nodded. “It was an elderly woman. Apparently, she thought she was having a heart attack, panicked, and lost control. She ran up onto the sidewalk on the corner of 3rd and Broad. Hit a bunch of pedestrians.”

“My God.”

“Yeah. I was helping the pregnant woman, so I’m going to go check on her.”

Reno was standing behind Maya when she turned around.

“You want me to come down there with you?” he asked.

Maya shook her head. “You don’t have to do that.”

“I don’t mind.”

“Shift’s over. You did your 12 hours. Now go on and head home. I know you’re exhausted.”

“All right. Well, shoot me a text and let me know how she is, all right?”

“Can do.”

Maya was almost to the double doors when Reno called after her. “You did good out there today, Talbot.”

A smile was her only reply. Then she headed through the doors.

When she arrived at the central corridor of the ER wing, Maya flashed her ID card at the electronic pad and the doors swung open to let her inside. She walked down the hallway toward Room 7. She looked through the window, and her eyes went wide.

A nurse held a newborn baby in her arms—the umbilical cord still attached and covered in blood. Courtney lay motionless on the operating table.

A doctor left the room even as Maya peered through the window, removing the gloves from her hands. Maya waved her down.

“Is she all right?”

“She’s going to be fine. The baby is premature, but he seems to be in good health. They’re transferring him to NICU. Are you family?”

“No. I’m the paramedic who was on the scene.”

“You saved that child’s life. The umbilical cord had wrapped around his neck. If we hadn’t operated right away, he might not have made it.”

“I was just doing my job.” The cliché burned her ears, but it was all Maya could think to say. She sighed and then choked back a sob. They’d made it in time, and she’d had the instinct to get Courtney into a rig despite her otherwise “minor” injuries.

“You’re a hero. Accept it.”

Maya smiled, and the doctor returned the gesture before she walked away.

After glancing into the open door of Room 7, Maya realized the premature baby would make it. And his mom would wake up to meet him.

She yawned and felt the ache in her lower back. She’d long ago accepted pains like this in exchange for saving lives. It was that sense of satisfaction that kept her coming back for each next shift.

But, for now, she wanted to get home to her kids.

2

When Maya walked through the front door of her quiet house, the kids were doing something they shouldn’t have been or else they were on screens—maybe both, but in any case, she couldn’t hear them. After the day she’d had, though, she was just thankful not to have to break up an argument about who got to sit on the “good” end of the couch. Their German shepherd, Page, got up off the rug in the middle of the living room and sauntered over to Maya as she came in, the dog’s tail wagging.

Smiling, Maya kneeled. “Hey, girl.” She rubbed the dog’s ears and watched her tail wag even faster.

Maya put her keys and her backpack next to the door and walked into the living room. She still had on the bottom half of her uniform, but had taken off the top and was sporting the white ribbed tank top she always wore underneath. She headed for the kitchen.

“Hey, Mom.”

Maya jumped, and then followed the voice. Her son, Aiden, was lying on the sofa reading a comic book.

When he’d been younger, Maya had worried about Aiden’s introverted tendencies. Around the age of nine, he’d discovered electric guitar and punk rock—Green Day becoming his favorite band. Now that he was 12 years old, Maya felt as though she was constantly taking Aiden to have his shaggy, brown hair cut so she could see his crystal blue eyes. Maya worried also that he seemed to be a bit chunky for the average tween, but Maya tried not to blame that on the boy’s love for DC Comics and science fiction novels.

“You scared the mess out of me.”

“Sorry.”

Maya rubbed his head. “You kids are so quiet.”

“Would you rather us fight every time you come home?”

“I quite prefer the peace, thank you very much. Though I wish you’d read something with words.”

Aiden turned the comic book towards her. “There’s words.”

“Right.”

“It could be worse. I could stare at my phone all day like Laura.”

“Speaking of which, where is your sister?”

Aiden shrugged. “Probably back in her room texting with Jacob.”

“Who?”

“Some boy she likes. She hasn’t told you about him?”

Maya sighed. Laura was at that age. Fifteen had come too soon. Maya wasn’t ready for her little girl to be talking to boys.

“Got any ideas for dinner?” Maya asked.

“You know what I’m going to say.”

“Pizza?” Maya arched her eyebrow.

A grin stretched across Aiden’s face. If there was one thing that could pull him away from his comics, it was pizza. Maya returned the smile. “Pizza sounds like a great idea.”

“Sweet! Can I order?” He’d already grabbed his phone and was searching for the app. It wasn’t like Maya could say no.

“Just make sure you get one without meat. Don’t do that to your sister again.”

“The vegetarian thing is so lame. Why did she have to start doing that?”

“Respect your sister. She doesn’t have to eat meat if she doesn’t want to. Get one with cheese or spinach or something.”

“Order me a salad!” Laura shouted from her bedroom.

Maya looked at her son.

“Yeah, yeah, I heard her.”

She patted her son on the leg as she walked off and down the hall to Laura’s room.

“Hey there,” Maya said.

Laura sat in the middle of her bed, her eyes glued to her phone and white wires trailing from each ear. Maya had known almost immediately which one of her kids had come out as the family’s troublemaker, and Laura was the undisputed champ of the house. Completely in the throes of teenage rebellion, she could go from zero to Maya wanting to strangle her in two seconds flat. Her long brown hair and hazel eyes made Maya feel as though she was looking into a time machine mirror. And remembering her own teen years, Maya knew the boys would be fawning over her daughter. If only she could have one conversation without seeing Laura’s hair in her face or those earbuds in her ears.

Maya leaned against the doorframe and crossed her arms. She whistled, and Laura finally looked up.

“Oh, hi.”

“Hey,” Maya said. “You heard us talking about pizza, but you didn’t hear me saying hello?”

Laura shrugged. “Selective hearing, I guess.”

“I don’t know whether that’s an insult or not.”

“It’s not. I’m just hungry.”

“Me, too. Did you have a good day?”

Laura finished a text before she responded.

It bothered Maya that her daughter couldn’t live in the moment. She always had to be on her phone, oblivious to life happening around her. Maya let it slide now, trying not to create tension between her and her daughter. After what had happened on the call earlier, she wanted no conflicts with either kid tonight.

“It was all right,” Laura finally said, mumbling.

“Well, it doesn’t sound like it was all right. Did something happen?”

“No, I’m okay.”

“Hey.” Maya walked all the way into the room. “You can talk to me. Tell me what’s wrong.”

Tears welled in Laura’s eyes. She tried to hide it by turning away and staring at her phone, but Maya saw it. She sat on the edge of the bed.

“What’s the matter?”

“Today was career day at school. All the other kids had their parents there. But Dad didn’t show up. A ghost. Again.”

That bastard, Maya thought.

She’d split with Gerald three years ago, and she hated the fact that they’d gone through the classic, ugly divorce. In the aftermath, he’d promised to spend time with their children, but Laura and Aiden had been left with one disappointing no-show after another. Maya had done her best to keep their relationship cordial for the sake of Laura and Aiden—which became harder as the kids got older and no longer believed their father’s lies—but it often seemed like there wasn’t much point to the charade. He was a veteran with PTSD and a reliance on the bottle. Not that it was an excuse, but Maya had to acknowledge it as a reality in Gerald’s life

“I was literally the only kid in my class who didn’t have a parent there.”

“I’m so sorry, hon. Look, next time this happens, I’ll take the day off and come. Okay?”

“You came last year. I wanted Dad there.”

“I know it’s no excuse, but he probably forgot. He’s really busy this time of year and you know he lives out of state. Maybe he couldn’t leave the job site.”

Gerald had spent his entire life in the construction industry, and the last Maya had heard, he’d been promoted to foreman for a company based in Bowling Green, Kentucky.

“It’s only an hour drive. He couldn’t take the time to drive down?”

Maya sighed. “Look, Laura. I know you’re upset. Heck, I’m mad that he stood you up like this, too. It’s not right.”

“It was embarrassing.”

“Well, it’s the weekend. You don’t think all those kids in your class are gonna have other things on their minds? They’ll forget all about it by Monday.”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“Speaking of the weekend, are you packed up for Nonna’s?”

“I don’t wanna go to Nonna’s. I wanna hang out here this weekend.”

“She’s really looking forward to seeing you guys. It’ll be good for you. Besides, I really need some time to myself. I’ve had a rough time lately.”

“You’ve had a rough time?” Laura snorted.

Maya thought about the accident, the pregnant woman. She swallowed a potentially bitter reply. “It’ll be good for you. Nonna always spoils you, even when I tell her not to.”

“Whatever,” Laura said.

Maya leaned in and kissed her daughter on the head. “Have some time to yourself. I’ll come let you know when dinner’s here.”

“Thanks.”

Maya went to the door, but looked back to see Laura wiping her eyes. She couldn’t get the image of the young baby out of her head, and what his mother had gone through after nearly being killed. And to top it off, Gerald couldn’t be bothered to show up at his daughter’s school for a career day.

She bent down and picked up a dirty t-shirt Aiden had thrown into the hallway. She could swear he had grown another three inches overnight. The old adage was true—they grew up fast.

Gerald’s loss.

3

After dinner and a few hours spent picking up the house, Maya slipped into the bedroom. She turned on the shower and undressed. Standing in front of her vanity, she stared at herself in the mirror. Her brown hair was an oily mess as she pulled it out of its ponytail. Maya was only thirty-five, but days like today made her look twenty years older.

She got into the shower and rested her head against the wall. Closing her eyes, she tried to clear her mind as the hot water ran down her back. Maya thought of Courtney—the pregnant woman she’d helped. She wondered if the woman had woken yet, and if she’d had the opportunity to hold her baby. NICU had stringent rules that often seemed cruel to new parents. In some instances, people had to go days, even weeks, without getting to hold their child. Maya had gone through something similar with her youngest, Aiden.

When Aiden had been born, Maya had held him for only a couple of minutes before the nurses pulled him away to weigh him, remove the umbilical cord, and run some tests. He’d begun coughing, and before Maya knew it, more nurses had flooded into the room. The OBGYN tended to Maya, trying to keep her calm, but despite the frantic energy in the delivery room, Maya had seen a nurse perform CPR on Aiden. Though it only lasted for a moment, she’d panicked. The nurses had brought Aiden to her to show Maya he was okay, but then they’d had to take him away moments later.

For the next day, Maya hadn’t gotten to hold her son. Aiden had been taken to Transition—the step before admittance to NICU. Fluid had built up in his lungs and he’d stopped breathing during the delivery. He’d had to be put on a machine to help regulate his breathing until he could do it on his own. Maya had wanted to be there with him, but the nurses and Gerald just urged her to rest. Gerald would visit now and then, and come back up to Maya’s room with updates.

Around dinner time the next day, the nurse had knocked on Maya’s door with a surprise. She’d brought Aiden to her, swaddled and awake, and Maya had finally been able to hold him so close.

The memories of it all made her smile and cry at the same time. She would never wish that experience on any parent, and she couldn’t imagine the emotions people went through when their newborns had to stay in NICU for weeks. She hoped that Courtney wouldn’t have to go through that. The woman had already been through enough.

Maya waited for the water to run cold before turning off the shower. She dried off and slipped into her bedtime shorts and a gold, oversized Nashville Predators t-shirt she’d bought at a game a few years back.

When she left her bedroom, she looked in across the hall. The light in Laura’s room was on, but she’d fallen asleep on top of her bed. Maya smiled and shut off the light, then shut the door slowly so it wouldn’t creak.

In the living room, Guardians of the Galaxy blared from the television. Maya rolled her eyes. “Aiden. Turn that down. It’s time to—”

But as she reached the couch and looked over the top of it, she saw her son was also already fast asleep. A half-eaten slice of pepperoni and bacon pizza sat next to the open box on the coffee table. Aiden’s mouth was wide open as he lay on his back. Maya stared down at him, and she couldn’t help but smile. Even with all that had happened that day, she had comfort in knowing that the two most important people in her life slept safely under her roof.

Maya covered Aiden with a blanket and shut off the television before she closed the pizza box and tossed Aiden’s half-eaten slice to Page, who’d waited patiently on the floor, wagging her tail. With the leftover pizza safely in the refrigerator, she shut off all of the lights, let Page out into the backyard, and then back inside before she headed to her bedroom.

When she finally crawled under the covers, Maya’s phone lit up the dark room.

I knew I should have shut that thing off.

She didn’t want to go back to thinking about work, let alone get called in. She needed rest before her shift the next day. But it wasn’t work.

In fact, when she saw the name Gerald Waller across the screen, she wished it were work.

Maya took a deep breath and swiped to accept the call.

“Yeah?”

“That’s how you greet me? Nice, Maya.”

She thought of career day, the disappointment. It wasn’t worth engaging over that.

“It’s ten o’clock, and I’ve had one hell of a day. Sorry if I’m not excited to take your call.”

“Oh, well, sorry.”

Maya sighed and rolled her eyes at his sarcasm. “What do you want, Gerald?”

“Well, it’d be nice to know when I’m supposed to pick up the kids tomorrow.”

“What? You don’t get the kids this weekend.”

“Bullshit.”

“Seriously. They’re going to my mom’s. I told you this a bazillion times. There are text and emails about it.”

“Well, change of plans. Tell your mom I’ll come get them.”

Maya hissed. “I’m not doing that. My mom is looking forward to a weekend with them. She’s already got stuff planned.”

“Not my problem. I want to see my kids.”

“Yeah?” Maya stood, climbed out of bed, and shut the door. “Well, maybe you should’ve been at Laura’s school today.”

“What are you talking about?”

“It was a career day. You were supposed to be there. But, typical Gerald, you don’t show up.”

Maya heard a long sigh pass through the phone, followed by an extended silence—without an apology.

“Was she upset?” Gerald finally asked, the edge gone from his voice.

“She was the only one without a parent there. What do you think?”

He sighed again. “Look, that’s all the more reason for me to see them. I can make it up to Laura.”

“No. You can’t. And I think she’d be better off being with my mom for the weekend. Let her take the time to get over it.”

“What about tomorrow night? Your mom can watch them during the day and take them to do all the fun stuff she’s got planned; then they can come stay the night at my place. We can meet up Sunday afternoon so you can get them back.”

“That won’t work. You know I want to be there when you pick them up, and I can’t meet you at my mom’s tomorrow.”

“Why not?”

Maya paused.

“You’ve got a date, don’t you?”

“That’s none of your business,” Maya said. She pictured the toxic smile oozing across his face.

“It’s not with that black partner of yours, is it?”

“His name is Reno.”

This wasn’t the first time Gerald had accused Maya of having a thing for Reno. And she did find him attractive, but the two of them were partners and he was almost ten years younger than her. Maya wasn’t even sure she was friends with Reno. They shared an occasional beer after work or karaoke night out with other co-workers, but nothing beyond that.

Besides that, even though it wasn’t Gerald’s business, he was wrong—it wasn’t Reno taking her on a date. Maya’s friend Jill had set up a blind date for her with a guy named Nick. She’d seen his Instagram profile. Although Maya wasn’t into lawyers, Jill had insisted he had none of the stereotypical traits and that he was a nice guy. And he was cute, so Maya had agreed to go out with him after work.

“Whatever,” Gerald said. “That’s still a bullshit excuse for me not to get to see my kids.”

“And if you take them outside of the court appointed time, I’ll have you arrested like last time. For once in your life, Gerald, you’ll need to follow the rules.”

“When can I see them?” he asked, ignoring her threat.

He had been a functioning drunk when they were married until he came home in the early morning hours one Sunday and threatened to kill her. Maya had been forced to call the police. They arrested him, and the judge gave Gerald probation after a mandatory stint in a recovery program. It didn’t take. Six months later he showed up at the house loud and sloppy again, but by that time the divorce was in progress and Maya didn’t want to deal with even more emotional trauma—and not calling the cops on him that time had been a mistake. Gerald had been willing to disobey the judge’s order once, he was capable of doing it again. Maya didn’t want him anywhere near the kids, but unfortunately, he still had the right to see them.

“Why don’t you try checking your emails? You’ve got them next weekend.”

“I can’t take them next weekend. Cameron and I have plans.”

Cameron. The mere mention of her name made Maya gag. Cameron had become Gerald’s mid-life crisis—thin, blond, young, and dressed like a stripper.

“Not my problem,” Maya said, mocking what Gerald had said to her earlier.

Gerald scoffed. “Whatever.”

Then he ended the call.

Maya let out an exasperated sigh as she set the phone on her nightstand and then lay on her back, staring at the ceiling. She could feel sleep running away; the verbal sparring with Gerald had sent adrenaline surging through her system. Her body ached, and yet her mind raced.

That bastard.

4

“Come on, guys. We gotta go.”

Aiden and Laura continued to fumble around with their electronics and chargers, illustrating an epic fail of stalling while Page waited for them, tail wagging. As the kids had gotten older, the dynamic with their grandmother had changed. They loved her and enjoyed the time together, but at the same time, they hated leaving the comfort of their own house.

“Do we have to?” Aiden asked again as he made his way toward the door, stumbling along like a zombie.

“Yes. Nonna has fun stuff planned for you.”

“But I want to stay here with my PlayStation.”

“You’ve got your Nintendo thingy in your bag.”

“My 3DS? But that doesn’t have Horizon Zero Dawn on it. I’m so close to beating it!”

“Sorry, kiddo.” She rubbed his head. “You need to spend more time outside anyway. You can take a break from your games.” Maya wished he would take a permanent break from his sedentary, indoor lifestyle; her son had gained weight while beating video games and learning guitar solos off of Dookie. More time outside would be good for him.

“All right,” he said, shuffling past her and out the door.

“Laura!”

Maya’s daughter was silent as she came around the corner. Her head buried in her phone, she texted without looking up as she approached her mom.

“Hey,” Maya said, grabbing Laura by the arm.

Laura looked up, but still said nothing.

“You feeling better today?”

“I’m fine,” she said in a tone that told Maya she was anything but.

Maya wanted to prod, but she knew the problem—Gerald always seemed to be the problem. Maya herself hadn’t been able to fall asleep the previous night until an hour and a half after the argument she’d had with him on the phone.

So, instead of trying to talk to Laura, Maya nodded and patted her daughter on the back.

Elizabeth Talbot, Maya’s mother, lived north of Nashville in the town of Hendersonville, Tennessee. Maya’s parents had bought the house the year before Maya was born. It was the first and the last house they’d purchased. Maya’s mother had lived alone ever since a car crash had taken her father’s life in 2001. It had been a devastating time for the Talbots, but it had also been the first time Maya had considered becoming a paramedic.

At five-foot-nine and about 120 pounds, Elizabeth had made it a priority to “keep her figure” as she approached sixty years old, and Maya could only hope she’d resemble her mom when she got to be her age. She had let the silver streaks remain in her brown hair, which accentuated her green eyes, and if Elizabeth were any indication, the Talbot women would all age gracefully. But beyond appearances, Elizabeth was someone Maya knew her kids could look up to; the women at the church were among the many who appreciated Elizabeth’s warm heart, and she was always the first to volunteer with their annual fundraiser. Maya wanted her kids to have her as a role model, and have her in their lives, and that meant honoring weekends like this, however it might annoy Gerald.

When they pulled up to the two-story house, neither kid had spoken during the entire twenty-five-minute drive from their own house in East Nashville, even ignoring Page who darted from one partially open car window to the other.

Maya unbuckled her seatbelt. Laura sat in the passenger seat, still scrolling away on her phone. Aiden sat in the back playing his 3DS. Both children had headphones on.

Maya twisted in her seat and said, “Look, I know you guys don’t want to be here this weekend.”

“Then take us back home,” Laura said.

“No. Your grandmother has been looking forward to this. And if I take you back home now, I’ll end up being late for work.”

Laura rolled her eyes and went back to thumbing at her phone.

Maya ripped the phone out of her daughter’s hand and took her by the wrist.

“I’m tired of the attitude, Laura. Do you understand me? Do not roll your eyes at me. You can take your hands off your phone for a minute while we talk.”

“You can keep my stupid phone!” Laura said, tears popping up instantaneously at the thought of it. She did get out of the car, though, slamming the door behind her.

Maya took a deep breath. She looked at her daughter’s phone in her hand. She wanted to get out of the car, throw it onto the ground, and stomp on it. But she resisted.

“She’ll get over it, Mom,” Aiden said. “I didn’t really want to come either, but I get it. Grandma wants to see us, and you need some time to yourself.”

Her son’s smile almost made Maya cry. “Thanks, Aid.”

They stepped out of the car and Maya gave Aiden a big hug while Page ran into the backyard, chasing after a squirrel.

The front door opened and Maya’s mother stepped outside. She greeted Laura, who gave her a half-hearted hug before marching into the house. Maya met her mother in the yard, and Elizabeth thumbed at the house.

“She okay?”

“She’ll be fine,” Maya said. “She’s had a rough couple of days.”

“Well, I’ll take her mind off that. Ain’t that right?” Elizabeth smiled and hugged Aiden.

“I’m going to go inside,” Aiden said.

“All right.” Maya kissed and hugged her son one more time, and then he went into the house.

“Don’t I get a hug?” Elizabeth asked.

Maya laughed and embraced her mother. When she pulled away, they held hands for another moment. “Sorry it’s taken me a few weeks to get over here.”

“It’s fine. I haven’t had the chance to come to your place, either. We all get busy. How’s work been going?”

“You know. It goes.”

“I saw that crazy accident on the news. The thing on Broadway where the woman ran off the road and hit those people? Were you involved in that?”

“I was the first one on the scene.”

“My God, Maya. Was it—”

“Mom…”

“Sorry,” her mother said, frowning.

Even though Elizabeth knew Maya didn’t like talking about the things she saw at work, she sometimes forgot. Maya understood. She had a job that piqued people’s curiosity, and her mother could be a little nosy.

“You excited about your date tonight?”

Maya shrugged. “Yeah. It should be fun.”

“I’m glad to see you going out. I know it’s hard being a single mom, but you’ve got to do things for yourself. You’ve got to try and move on.”

Since her divorce, Maya had only gone on a few dates. Instead of a love life, she’d focused on her job and her kids. Plus, Laura and Aiden still loved their father—and this was something Maya was grateful for even if it complicated matters whenever she considered bringing another man into their lives. Her mother constantly reminded her that Gerald had Cameron, but that was different.

The kids didn’t live with Gerald.

Maya looked at her watch. “I’ve got to get going. I want to try and make it over to the hospital a little later. Here’s Laura’s phone. You decide when she gets it back.”

“All right. Take care of yourself.”

“I will. And don’t worry about Laura. Like I said, it’s just been a rough few days for her.”

“You don’t worry about Laura. She’ll be fine.”

Maya smiled. “I’ll see you guys tomorrow night.”

The two hugged again, and Maya went to the car. She waved at her mother as Elizabeth went inside to join the kids.

When her mother was out of sight, Maya pulled out her phone. She checked her texts and found the short string of messages she’d passed with Nick, her date for the night.

Maya sighed as she typed.

Then she sent the text, and reread it to herself.

Sorry to do this last minute. Won’t be able to make it tonight. Something came up. Will reschedule. K? Really sorry.

She exhaled and shoved the phone into her pocket before she pulled away.

Mission accomplished, Gerald.

Maya no longer felt up to her date and blaming her ex-husband seemed like the easiest way to rationalize her cold feet.

5

Transcript of news broadcast, WLVG Channel 2 Las Vegas

Sally Whitehead: Earlier today, scientists across North America and Europe began buzzing about an exciting new discovery. Apparently, a high level of gamma-ray emissions is being detected from a star 300 light years from Earth. Now if you think this sounds like something right out of a science fiction movie, you’re not alone. Our senior science and medical correspondent, Ashley Acuff, is reporting from the Nevada SETI Center with more. Ashley?

Ashley Acuff: That’s right, Sally. While it’s too soon to jump to any formal conclusions, astronomers around the world are excited about what they’re seeing. I spoke to Dr. Helson of the National Science Institute, and he told me that, normally, gamma rays exist throughout the universe, and the detection of them is neither unusual nor unexpected. However, the frequency of these newly detected rays and their origin is what’s causing so much excitement in the scientific community.

Sally Whitehead: And when you say “origin,” what do you mean?

Ashley Acuff: Astronomers are pointing terrestrial telescopes and gamma-ray detectors at a set of coordinates in a distant galaxy. Helson told me that gamma-ray observation has been around since the 1960s—the technology is not new. But computers have come a long way since then, and scientists are now able to feed the data into a computer system and analyze the results in a way that just wasn’t possible even ten years ago. Even still, the detection of this spike is quite rare. While computers capture billions of bits of data from the cosmos, scientists are lucky if they can interpret even a fraction of it, and detecting a variance within that subset is even rarer. You might say this discovery is like finding a needle in a haystack the size of a galaxy.

Sally Whitehead: I’m sure that’s fascinating work, but our viewers are probably wondering the same thing that I am. What could be causing these gamma-ray emissions?

Ashley Acuff: Again, Sally, I’m not an astronomer or a scientist. But I’ve learned that gamma rays are created by such things as cosmic ray interactions with interstellar gas, collisions between electrons and magnetic fields, and the most common and abundant source—supernova explosions.

Sally Whitehead: Which is?

Ashley Acuff: A supernova is when a star explodes, spewing debris across the galaxy.

Sally Whitehead: Wouldn’t astronomers be able to see evidence of a supernova?

Ashley Acuff: Definitely. But you have to remember that they believe the source of these newly-detected gamma rays is 300 light years away, which means that if the supernova explosion happened today, we wouldn’t “see” evidence of it for 300 years. Because of that, there isn’t really a consensus in the scientific community as to what’s causing the emissions. Therefore, it’s quite possible that an electron and magnetic field anomaly is behind the spike in the readings. So for now, NASA and other global space agencies are continuing to gather data and analyze it. As they draw more solid conclusions, they’ll continue to share them with the general public.

Sally Whitehead: So, Ashley, I guess we don’t have to worry about the arrival of ET. We’re not being invaded from outer space.

Ashley Acuff: Ha! No, no. I don’t think you should stockpile your weapons and food just yet.

6

“Thanks, Sam.”

“We’ll see you later, Maya.”

Maya smiled as she winked at the cashier and then walked out of the convenience store. Reno sat in the rig off to the side of the parking lot, waiting for her. The Mapco Mart on the corner of Jefferson and Rosa Parks, located on the fringe of downtown Nashville, was a place they stopped at every day during their shift to grab a coffee or pick up a snack.

Maya opened her water bottle and took a sip before climbing back into the driver’s seat. There, she opened a small bag of peanuts and dropped some into her hand to toss them into her mouth.

“You know, you’re lucky I don’t have a peanut allergy. You’d have to get a new partner.”

“And you think I’d have a problem with that?” Maya asked.

“You’re saying you’d pick peanuts over me?”

Maya shrugged and grinned.

“Ah,” Reno said, an insincere frown trying to hide a smile. “I’m a little hurt.”

“Yeah, whatever. You sure you don’t want anything? Sam was a little bummed you didn’t come inside today.”

“I’m sure he was.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means that I’m sure he’s glad I wasn’t in the way.”

Maya furrowed her brow.

“I mean, he’s got the hots for you,” Reno said.

“What?” Maya asked, scrunching up her face. “He’s at least thirty years older than me.”

“So? Some women are into that.”

“Well, I’m not.”

“What are you into, then?”

Maya felt herself blushing and started up the rig. She glanced in the mirror to make sure the area was clear.

“Come on,” Reno said. “You don’t wanna tell me about this guy you’re going out with tonight?”

“Not particularly. You’re my partner.”

“And your friend. Don’t pretend like we never talk about our personal lives.” He playfully winked and smiled. “Come on. Tell me about… what’s his name? Rick? Or was it Dick?”

“It’s Nick, you jerk.”

“Yeah, Nick. Tell me about Nick.”

“There isn’t much to tell. I don’t know the guy. And I don’t think I’ll be getting to know him anytime soon.”

Reno shook his head. “You did it again. Didn’t you?”

“I don’t wanna talk about this, Reno.”

“How many dates are you going to break off? This is like, what, the third one in six months?”

Maya said nothing. Sweat beaded on her forehead. What Reno had said was true, though his numbers were off—she’d canceled four dates in five months, almost a stand-up a month.

“I’m sorry,” Reno said. “I shouldn’t be messing with you about this.”

“No, it’s all right. Like you said, we’re friends. Friends rib each other.”

“Friends can talk, too, you know.”

Maya looked at him then, suddenly thankful to have a partner like Reno. She could tell he was a good guy, and he was a heck of a lot more enjoyable to have around than her previous partner, Doug. Doug had been twenty-five years older than Maya, and they’d had virtually nothing in common.

“I don’t want to bore you with my single-mom life.”

“You think that bores me?” Reno let out a small laugh. “My mom raised four kids on her own. I know more about it than you might think.”

Maya turned away and swallowed. “Things have just been a little hard lately. Everything’s fine with Aiden, but Laura’s got that teen girl thing going on where she thinks she knows it all. I figured it would come eventually, but now that it’s here, it’s even tougher to deal with than I’d imagined. Now I know how my parents felt.”

“You? A know-it-all phase?” Reno laughed at his own sarcasm.

She grinned and shook her head, smiling until she thought of the underlying reason for her family’s dysfunction.

“And Gerald… God.”

Maya had complained about Gerald to Reno before—a lot. And it wasn’t fair to Gerald. Reno had never met the man, but he probably thought he was the worst guy on Earth. Maybe she was too hard on her ex-husband, despite his constant arrogance and inconsiderate nature, but it was hard not to be. She believed that he loved his children, at least, even though he spent too much time trying to please the new girlfriend instead of them.

“I wish he’d be a little more considerate, you know? The kids still love him. And I want them to have a dependable father-figure in their lives. But time and time again, he does things to disappoint them.”

“What now?” Reno asked.

Maya told him how Gerald had missed Laura’s career day at school, even though she had told him about it several weeks ago, reminding him many times since. Then she explained how he’d been angry when Maya wouldn’t cancel her mother’s plans so Gerald could see them this weekend.

“You did the right thing,” Reno said. “Just because he messed up doesn’t mean your mother should have to sacrifice her time with them. And if he thinks otherwise, then screw him. He’s an asshole.”

Maya stared at Reno.

“Sorry,” he said. “I got a little carried away.”

“It’s okay,” Maya said. “I didn’t know you felt so strongly about him.” She laughed.

“Yeah, well. From what you say…”

They came to a stoplight and Maya patted Reno on his leg. “Thanks for listening. I know you have to put up with my drama far too often.”

“Drama?” Reno scoffed. “You don’t know my sister. She’s the drama queen. Besides all that, you were there for me when I had my own stuff going on.”

Reno had survived a nasty break-up three months before, and sure enough, Maya had heard plenty. He’d met Robin at the University of Maryland, and they’d dated for five years. Reno had moved to Nashville in the first place because Robin had taken a job there, and he had moved in with her. He’d become a paramedic a few years later and had been partners with Maya ever since.

“You two talked yet?” Maya asked.

Reno shook his head. “I don’t see that happening. It’s a shame, too. We were friends for so long.”

“Sometimes people change. A lot can happen to a relationship between the ages of twenty-one and twenty-five.”

“Now you sound like my damn mother.”

Maya laughed. “Yeah, now this is making me feel old.”

“All good. I appreciate all you did for me.”

“And just when are you gonna jump back into the pool?”

“Haven’t thought much about it, to be honest.”

“Come on. You’re a young, good-looking guy living in Nashville. You gotta live it up, man.”

“I’m not into all that. I don’t think I want to date a bunch of girls. I think I’d rather wait for the right one to come along. One and done, you know?”

“That’s what I thought. Didn’t work out that way.”

“Yeah.”

“Well, whatever woman snags you up is going to be lucky.”

Reno smiled at Maya, and then simply mumbled, “Yeah,” before he put his hand on his chin and looked out the window.

Maya narrowed her eyes. She’d opened her mouth to ask Reno what he was thinking about when the EMD radio came to life with a call.

“Corner of 5th and Broadway. Bicycle/automobile collision.”

“Here we go,” Maya said. She flipped on the siren and hit the gas.

7

When Maya finished wrapping the bandage around the cyclist’s knee, she stood and removed the latex gloves from her hands. The cops stood around, smoking and watching Maya work.

“Are you sure you don’t want us to give you a ride to the ER, Mr. Thompson? Even though you were wearing a helmet, you could still have suffered a concussion.”

“I’m fine,” the man said as he pushed himself up off the ground. He patted down the front of his yellow and black cyclist’s shirt and short black shorts. “This might shock you, but it’s not the first time I’ve been hit by a car.”

“You should try being a little more careful then.”

Nathan grinned. “It’s all part of the thrill. Trust me, I’m more concerned about my bike. That thing wasn’t cheap.”

Once again, Maya and Reno had been called in because a tourist hadn’t been paying attention and had turned without seeing a cyclist crossing the street. The vehicle had plowed into the bike. Fortunately, the driver had turned while going only a few miles per hour. Still, it had been enough to flip Nathan Thompson over the hood and then onto the pavement. He’d been lucky to get away with only minor cuts and bruises—no broken bones. But possible concussions always concerned Maya.

“Well, I’m sure insurance will help out with your bike,” she said.

“Tourists don’t pay attention in the city.”

“That’s why you have to. Now, are you sure you don’t want to see a doc, real quick?”

“I’m good. Thanks for your help.”

Maya picked up her bag and headed back to the rig. She shut the door and turned to an approaching Reno.

“How’s the driver?”

“His kids are shaken up, but he and his wife are fine. He feels really bad for hitting that guy.”

“At least everyone is okay.”

“How’s our friend on the bike?”

“He’s more worried about the bike than he is himself.”

“I would be, too. Those wheels probably set him back three grand.”

“Well, either way, he wasn’t interested in heading to the ER and getting checked out. If everyone is all right, then I guess we can go.”

The police had stepped in, and now the conversation had shifted from injury to insurance. Maya and Reno had buckled up and were sitting behind a truck, waiting to pull back into traffic when the rig vibrated as the ground beneath it shook. People walking the sidewalks stopped and looked around.

The ground shook again, this time dislodging mortar from nearby buildings, which rained down in a gritty mist. People scattered in every direction, unsure whether to run into or from the buildings. Some ran into the street, not even paying attention to the traffic.

“Look out!” Reno shouted.

Maya’s eyes went wide as the truck driver in front of her threw it into reverse suddenly—the asphalt rippling and the road pulling apart.

The shaking intensified—power lines vibrating like loose rubber bands. Maya unbuckled her seatbelt. The two paramedics hopped out of the rig as cars on the street collided. Without thinking, they ran toward the closest office building.

Time shifted into slow motion for Maya as she spun, watching the chaos explode as people fled the surrounding buildings. Some people fell to the ground, covering their heads and screaming. Others ran aimlessly. The ground continued to shake.

“Maya!”

She blinked as Reno grabbed her by the shoulders.

“Earthquake! We have to get people away from the buildings.”

An earthquake? Impossible.

“Maya! Now!”

Maya blinked again and reality kicked back into full-speed. She waved her arms at people on the sidewalk.

“Come here! To the middle of the street!”

Some listened while others ran without knowing where they were headed, or why.

Booming thunder filled the sky then, followed by a chorus of screams.

“My God.” Maya said.

Smoke billowed out of the ground. The sidewalk erupted, throwing concrete and people into the air. Fissures opened, swallowing anyone who hadn’t run or jumped out of the way.

For the first time in Maya’s career as a paramedic, she didn’t know what to do. She stood next to Reno as the shaking continued.

Another explosion shook the buildings, drawing a collective gasp from the people nearby. The steeple atop the Christ Church Cathedral tilted forward and then fell to the ground. A bystander dove out of the way of its path, the stone cross barely missing him and exploding on impact. The old church sat a foot off the sidewalk, the bricks from the steeple now landing in the middle of the street.

“It’s coming down!”

The roof of the church that had stood for over a century collapsed in upon itself while Maya watched, her mouth open and unable to form any words.

In the street, people ran in all directions, trying to get clear of the building that was coming crashing down upon the street. But not everyone could outrun the destruction. The hunks of stone crushed at least a dozen people, dust rising from the debris and making it impossible to see past the wreckage.

Then the ground stopped shaking as sirens sounded all over the city.

“Maya.”

Reno stood next to her, holding onto her arm. His brown skin and clothes had been covered in gray dust.

“We have to start helping people,” Reno said.

Unable to take her eyes off the gaping wound where the church had been, Maya said, “There are people under there.”

Several people had already begun pulling at the debris and trying to get to the unfortunate souls who had been pinned beneath the wreckage.

“We have to help who we can,” Reno said. “There are a lot of injured people around here.”

Sure enough, people were running toward them, shouting for help. Some bled from their heads and faces while others pointed to injured people on the ground.

“All right,” Maya said to the nearest woman as she looked at Reno. “We’re going to help you.”

She hurried to the rear of the rig and flung the back doors open.

And they got to work.

8

Maya had never seen anything like it. She hadn’t thought an earthquake of this magnitude was possible in Nashville. And yet, something had happened. She’d watched a hundred-year-old church fall to the ground.

Cars piled up in the streets, many colliding and then bursting into bitter flames of rubber and plastic. People stumbling about, many bleeding and suffering broken bones. Screams and shouts competing with the emergency sirens. Even the tornado horn had blown out across Davidson County despite there not being a cloud in the sky. And now dark, oily smoke crawled above the northern horizon, though Maya couldn’t remember what major building or facility in that direction could possibly send up that much smoke.

She and Reno just continued to work, moving from person to person as a second paramedic crew showed up with extra supplies and helping hands. They stayed near the collapsed church as other rigs rushed to the scene to take people to the two nearest hospitals—St. Thomas and Vanderbilt. She had already treated the most seriously injured who had not been buried beneath rubble—those with broken limbs, serious lacerations, and head or neck injuries. Now, she focused her attention on people with minor cuts and bruises. She’d just finished bandaging a woman’s head when Reno approached.

“We’ve gotta make a run to the hospital. I’ve got a man strapped down with a really bad leg injury—compound fracture. The bone broke through the skin and I can’t stop the bleeding. He’s in shock, and I can’t get much out of him. He could be on blood thinners, or—”

“Okay. One second,” Maya said, more abruptly than she had intended. She turned back to the woman with the bandage. “Stay here, ma’am. First-responders should be bringing some water around.”

“Thank you,” the woman said, rubbing her head.

Dark crevasses cut through the asphalt which made navigating the roads even more of a challenge. Maya would have to use caution driving to the hospital.

Reno had already climbed into the back of the rig with the injured man when Maya jumped into the driver’s seat—the radio blaring with one emergency call after another, too many for her to even contemplate. She turned the siren on and navigated a narrow path through the crowd of people on the road. Because they’d been first on the scene, several other emergency and police vehicles had pulled up behind them, but she managed to find a way out. With huge chunks of limestone block from the church now blocking Broadway, though, she would have to find another route to St. Thomas Hospital.

People had gotten out of their cars, leaving the engines running and their doors open, which blocked portions of the road, but Maya found a way through it. She followed other emergency vehicles that had been able to part the crowds with high-pitched sirens. As they drove, people kept running down the sidewalks, waving at police officers and rigs. One man had run up to her window, slapping a bloody palm on the glass. Maya made eye contact and she could see the glassy stare of a concussed person. She glanced into the rearview mirror where Reno was trying to keep the man in back from bleeding to death. Someone else would have to help the concussion victim.

As Maya drove down Broadway, she saw that some buildings had imploded while others remained upright. The church had been hit the hardest from what she’d seen so far, and she wondered if that was because it had been one of the oldest structures in the city, erected long before zoning laws and safety ordinances. The scene reminded her of a time a few years ago when an unusual snowstorm had dropped six inches of snow on the city, paralyzing drivers and bringing the metro area to a standstill. But there hadn’t been an earthquake—buildings hadn’t crushed people to death.

They made it to the hospital, where Reno summarized the patient’s injuries for an ER staffer as Maya handed off the gurney to a team of doctors.

“We’ve got to get back out there,” Reno said to Maya.

“I know. Give me two seconds to check on my kids.”

“Maya, we have to—”

“Two seconds!”

Reno shook his head and ran his hand through his hair, shaking more dust out of his short hair.

Maya pulled out her phone for the first time since the incident. She had been thinking about her children, but the people with life-threatening injuries at the epicenter of the destruction had been her priority. No one could fault her for taking just one minute for herself now.

She scrolled through several missed call notifications—her mother, both of her kids, and three from Gerald. She saw a few voicemail messages, but those would have to wait. Maya tapped her mother’s number.

“Baby, my God,” Elizabeth said as she picked up the phone. “Are you all right?”

“I’m fine, Mom. What about you and the kids?”

“We’re good. Everyone is fine. Nothing really happened here. We felt a little bit of a rumble. But I was watching the television, and they cut to the breaking news showing downtown. Were you there when it happened?”

“I was, and I have to go back out now. I just wanted to check on everyone while I had a second.”

“Please be careful, Maya.”

“I will, Mom. But look, I don’t know when I’m going to get off work.”

“Don’t you worry about that. I can take care of the kids as long as you need me to. All right?”

“Okay. Promise me you won’t try coming into town for anything. Don’t let them talk you into it. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but tell them to use their phones for entertainment until I can pick them up.”

“Stop worrying and get back to work. I’ll take care of everything. I promise.”

“Thanks, Mom. I love you so much.”

“I love you, too. Did you want to say ‘hi’ to the kids?”

Reno stood next to her, his arms crossed as the fingers on his right hand tapped his left elbow.

“I’ll talk to them later when things calm down a bit. Tell them I love them and give them both a big hug for me.”

“All right.”

She ended the call and switched to her voicemails as she walked back outside the hospital. Both Aiden and Laura had left one, there were two from her mother, and then there were three from Gerald on top of those. She tapped the first one from her ex.

“Maya, where are you? Are the kids with you? I just saw on the news. Call me back!”

She rolled her eyes as she tapped the second message.

“For Christ’s sake, Maya. Why won’t you pick up the goddamn phone? This earthquake shit is all over the news. I talked to Laura and she said they haven’t heard from you. I don’t care if you’re working. Call me!”

Maya huffed as she slammed her finger down on the screen, playing Gerald’s third and most recent voicemail.

“That’s it. I’m going to Elizabeth’s house to pick up the kids. I don’t want them anywhere near the city. You’re too busy with your job to be a good mother.”

Maya’s heartbeat quickened. She checked the time of the call—twenty minutes ago. Gerald lived about an hour from her mom’s house.

She swiped down to Gerald’s contact information.

“We have to go,” Reno said, hanging out of the passenger side window of the rig.

“I know. One second.”

“Maya!” Reno said.

Her call went to voicemail. She waited for the tone and left a message.

“Look, Gerald. Do not go to my mom’s house. The kids are fine. I didn’t pick up the phone because I was in the middle of a damn earthquake and have been doing nothing but treating injured people since it happened. This is the first chance I’ve had to check my phone.”

She sighed, mustering as much bravado as she could, given the situation.

“I’m serious. Don’t go to my mom’s. I’ll call the cops if you do.”

She ended the call then. Reno sat in the passenger seat, his jaw clenched and his arms crossed. Maya took a deep breath and sat in the driver’s seat.

“I’m sorry. I know we have to get back out there, but I had to check on my kids.”

“I understand. I didn’t mean to overreact. Are they okay?”

She shook her head. “I don’t know. I mean, yes. It’s not them, really. I got a voicemail from Gerald. He was all pissed off, saying he was going to get Aiden and Laura.”

“Oh, no.”

“Yeah. I need to call her back quickly to tell her. She doesn’t always check her text messages.”

Elizabeth picked up on the second ring.

“That was fast.”

“Listen, Mom, I got a message from Gerald. He said he was coming there to get the kids.”

“What? Why?”

“I don’t know why. Because he’s crazy? Because he’s taken them without authorization before? Please, listen. I need you to take them and leave, but just not for town. Do you have somewhere you can go?”

“But, Maya. You don’t really think he’ll come here and get them, do you?”

“I don’t know what he’ll do. But I don’t trust him. He’s done this before. Can’t you go to the church? Or to a friend’s house?”

“Well, yes. I suppose Joanna wouldn’t mind us stopping by. I don’t know if the kids will like the smell, but we—”

“Great,” Maya said, cutting off her rambling mother. “Take them there.”

“Is everything okay? I mean, with you.”

“It’s fine. I just need to focus on my job right now. I have people to treat. I don’t want to worry about Gerald or the kids. Go to Joanna’s. Okay?”

“All right. If I remember, I’ll text you when I get over there.”

“Thanks, Mom. Love you.”

9

She had lost track of how many hours they had worked before the supervisor forced Maya and Reno to take a break. They had worked up to—and probably beyond—the 18-hour shift limit in one 24-hour period. And the last thing Maya wanted to do now was deal with a reprimand from the union rep.

The most recent aftershock had occurred three hours ago. While another could come again at any time, the lull in seismic activity had given emergency crews the opportunity to treat more people. Maya hadn’t wanted to stop because there were still plenty of people who needed help and not enough emergency personnel to get to them all, but when they arrived at Nashville Fire Station #19, Maya parked the rig in its designated bay. She turned off the ignition and then sat back in her chair with her eyes closed, exhaling with a long, slow whistle.

“What a day,” Reno said.

“Yeah. And it’s not over yet.”

“I know. I want to be out there as badly as you do. But we can’t go out anymore or we’ll get suspended. You need to check on your kids anyway.”

Maya knew her mother would keep Aiden and Laura safe. Elizabeth had even texted her when she’d gotten to Joanna’s house. But Gerald still worried her, and the situation in Nashville had barely kept her mind off of him. The tone of his voice in those voicemails had been almost rabid. She wondered if he had gone to her mother’s house, or if he’d only been bluffing.

She checked her phone as she stepped out of the rig. Maya had text messages from her mother and from Laura, but nothing from Gerald. She texted her mom to let her know she was still okay and that she was finally getting a break.

Curious, she opened her front-facing camera when she got to where there was enough light. Maya hardly recognized the eyes that stared back. Dirt covered her face and the bags under her eyes appeared darker than she had ever seen them.

Maya slid her phone back into her pocket.

They walked down the main hallway and past a handful of firefighters sitting around a table playing poker. Maya and Reno waved as they walked past on their way to the locker rooms.

“Meet you out front in fifteen?” Reno asked.

Maya let her hair down and dust filled the air. She ran her hand through tangled and greasy locks.

“Let’s make it twenty.”

She walked into the small locker room, stripped down, and stepped into the shower. Leaning her head against the wall, she let the warm water soothe her aching muscles. Dark water pooled at her feet and swirled around the drain, but the water lightened as the dust and grime washed from her body. Maya normally liked to think while she took a shower, but not this time—it was the fatigue that allowed her to relax.

After fifteen minutes of hot water numbing her tired muscles, Maya turned off the shower and returned to her locker. She stepped into clean panties, sports bra, and a tank top, then slid into the bottom half of her uniform—a pair of dark pants. For now, she’d forego her white paramedic shirt. She dabbed at her hair with a towel and then left it down to dry. She was already five minutes late for meeting Reno.

Maya hurried down the hallway and out the front door. Reno stood there, leaning against the wall. Unlike her, he’d dressed in his full uniform. He looked her up and down, and then smiled.

“You clean up nicely.”

“How long have you been waiting for me?”

“Not long. I thought we could hang somewhere else for a bit—not the firehouse. You know, try to take a real break from this mess. Unless you wanted to try and get some sleep or something.”

Maya snorted. “Yeah, I don’t think I’ll be getting sleep anytime soon. But do you think it’s a good idea for us to leave?”

“Tommy said it was all right—I think we gotta be off the clock for at least five more hours before we can jump on another shift. He walked by a few minutes ago, suggested that we leave our radios on.”

Maya wouldn’t sleep if she stayed at the station, and she knew everyone in the place would be watching the news and talking about the day’s events. If she was going to take a break, she was going to take a break.

She smiled. “Let’s get out of here.”

Open 24/7 and nestled between St. Thomas Midtown Hospital and Nashville Fire Station #19, Café Coco was usually filled with college students and hipsters, but doctors, nurses, and emergency services workers also came in and out of the place during all three shifts. Reno had thought the place might be closed due to the earthquake and had suggested calling to see if it was open, but Maya had wanted to walk, to get fresh air and not have to drive again just yet.

Upon arriving, Maya saw the usual stream of steady customers. The only time Maya had seen the place dark was during the Nashville flood of 2010. She’d thought the earthquake might have knocked out its power, but she’d been wrong.

People were going in empty-handed and leaving the café with their favorite caffeinated, black fuel. Not many grabbed a table, and so Maya and Reno took one towards the back. Maya loved one cream and one sugar in her coffee, but she opted for a straight black brew this time. Reno followed her to their table, and Maya sipped her coffee as she texted her mother and waited for their food.

“Everything cool with your kids?” Reno asked.

Maya nodded. “They’re with my mom.”

“Good. You know if Gerald went to your mom’s house?”

“I called him back and left a voicemail. Sent him a couple of texts. He hasn’t replied to anything.”

“He probably wasn’t serious.”

You don’t know him like I do.

A waiter approached their table carrying two plates.

“Americano Panini?”

Maya raised her hand, thanking the hipster as he set the sandwich down in front of her.

“And a Caesar salad with no meat for you, sir.”

“Thanks,” Reno said.

“Enjoy.”

Maya grinned as she looked at Reno’s plate.

“What?” Reno asked.

“I don’t know how you can go through what we went through today and just eat a salad. Don’t you want some protein or something?”

“You’ve been making me have lunch at that damn Jamaica Way too much lately. You know I can’t resist their jerk chicken. I gotta keep my waistline under control. Besides, plants have protein, too. You don’t want to be stuck with Raymond as a partner if I call in sick, do you?”

Maya laughed. In truth, she didn’t want to be stuck with anyone else as a partner. She loved Reno’s company. Not only was he fantastic at his job, but he was kind.

The two ate without pausing for conversation. Like her, Maya assumed Reno didn’t want to talk about the earthquake. Everyone in the café was chatting about it, but Maya blocked them out. She enjoyed her panini and swapped a few texts with her daughter.

“You know,” Reno said, “You can make fun of me all you want about this salad, but this thing is—”

The table shook. Maya watched her coffee splash from side to side before the mug fell off the table and shattered on the floor. Maya looked around at the worried faces in the restaurant, then at Reno.

They both shot to their feet.

“Everyone, outside!” Maya yelled.

“Now!” Reno said, grabbing people by their arms and dragging them out of their seats.

Maya led everyone into the middle of the street, away from tall trees or buildings. The ground continued to shake.

“Is everyone out?” Maya asked.

“The café’s clear,” Reno said.

“All right,” Maya said. “Everyone just stay—”

An explosion cut Maya off, throwing her to the ground. She covered her head while the people around her screamed. The ground shook again.

When it stopped, she stood and glanced in the direction where she thought the blast had originated, thinking that maybe an aftershock had ruptured a gas line.

Her eyes went wide as Reno got up and stood beside her.

“Oh my God,” Maya said. “What is that?”

10

Maya sprinted toward the smoke. It filled the near horizon above the Nashville skyline, whatever had caused it was less than a mile or two away.

Others who had fled the surrounding buildings ran with her. As did Reno. She stopped after she’d gone two blocks. The massive oaks surrounding Centennial Park blocked her view of the fire, and the night sky made it even more difficult to see anything else.

“That’s coming from the direction of the Parthenon,” Reno said.

Another loud crash rattled Maya’s teeth. People screamed, as the ground trembled enough to knock her off balance. A split second later, she saw a second cloud of debris billowing toward them. Maya thought about the old church and the limestone dust that had been created when it collapsed.

“We should get back to the station,” Reno said, his voice shaking. “Or least see if we can get closer in the rig.”

Maya looked at him and saw a bead of sweat on his top lip. Reno stood, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

“No. We need to keep following that smoke. If buildings are collapsing, we can help people out.”

“We don’t have any of our gear with us. And we’re not equipped to put out fires.”

“It doesn’t matter. People need help, now.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Maya. We need to—”

Maya ran again, ignoring Reno’s pleas to return to the station. She felt a flutter in her stomach. Why would smoke be coming from the Parthenon, one of Nashville’s oldest and most treasured landmarks? It was the centerpiece of Nashville’s stunning Centennial Park and had enthralled citizens and tourists alike for decades. She was no scientist, but Maya knew the structure was made of concrete—and concrete didn’t burn.

Pushing aside the question, Maya pumped her arms and legs faster, leaping over trash in the road.

Cars had stopped on 25th Avenue, the drivers standing beside them, looking around and pointing in several directions at once. Maya shot past them and ran up the short hill and into the park. Reno called after her, but she kept moving.

She pushed through the trees and came to the wide-open field that stretched two hundred yards from the West End neighborhood she’d exited right up to the steps of the Parthenon. She stopped in the middle of the field, fifty yards away from the structure, and stared. Her jaw dropped, and her heart sank.

It hadn’t been smoke after all. It was dust.

It appeared as though a giant hand had squeezed the Parthenon until nothing but hunks of concrete and white dust had trickled to the ground. The giant columns had been pulverized, and the art gallery inside the structure had to have been obliterated into electrical wires and shards of glass beneath the mass of debris.

A few people stumbled away from what was left of the structure. White dust coated their bodies except for where blood streaked their faces. She could smell natural gas and raw earth even from here. Some of the trees had been uprooted and tossed to the side like used toothpicks.

And above the pile of rubble rose a pointed stone obelisk from beneath the surface… thinner, but similar in proportion to the Washington Monument. It slowly climbed into the sky like a rocket lifting off of a launch pad. Dirt, pipes, and people flew in every direction as the obelisk continued to rise.

People ran in every direction, clamoring to escape from the strange object that had apparently grown out of the Parthenon’s rubble. Maya blinked and shook her head, waving people toward her even though she wasn’t quite sure what she would do with them. The Parthenon hadn’t been open at this time of night, and Maya thanked God for that. If more than the maintenance staff and security guards had been in the underground museum when this thing had emerged from the ground, they’d be dealing with dozens, possibly hundreds of injuries.

Maya and Reno checked people as they arrived, alerting them that they were paramedics, but everyone seemed fine, and more interested in watching the obelisk rising.

“What is that thing?” a woman asked.

“Where did it come from?” another wondered.

The tip of the obelisk poked through the dark clouds above and then it stopped—now rising taller than any other building in the city. An ominous silence fell upon them, and even the crickets stopped chirping. Everyone continued to stare at the stone structure towering over Nashville.

A low hum shook the earth beneath her feet then, and a vibration came through her feet and shook her jaw. Maya watched as the night sky pulsed, a light coming down from the clouds that was bright enough to cast an eerie, blue tint over the entire area. And then, the sky exploded in silent flashes of purple and white. The subterranean trembling continued.

“We’ve got to get everyone away from this thing,” Reno said.

Maya heard her partner, but she couldn’t take her eyes off the light show dancing around the obelisk and reaching into the sky above them. The silent lightning came again.

“Maya!”

She turned to him.

“Help me! Now!”

Maya turned away from the visual spectacle above and began directing people out of the park and toward West End Avenue. She grabbed the hands of a young woman and her son, leading them away from the historic Nashville landmark.

Sirens flashed up and down West End Avenue. Dozens of emergency vehicles had followed the dust to the destruction at the park.

Maya and Reno guided people to arriving rigs as a cop approached the two of them, having sighted Reno’s uniform.

“You two see what happened?”

“Not fully,” Maya said. “By the time we made it over here, that thing had already destroyed the Parthenon.”

“Do you know if everyone made it out?”

“Mostly, I imagine,” Reno said. “But there had to have been cleaning crews and security in there.”

“All right. We’ll get a search and rescue team inside.”

The cop ordered some of the other officers on the scene to cordon off the area around the strange, new obelisk even though most people had already been running away from it. He then stood next to Maya and stared up into the sky.

“What is that thing? Did it shoot up from underneath the Parthenon?”

“I think so,” Maya said. “I need to call my family.”

Maya stepped away and took her phone out of her pocket. She scrolled through text notifications from her mother, Laura, and Gerald. She cringed at seeing his avatar on her screen, in particular, and didn’t want to hear what he had to say quite yet. She tapped her mother’s name.

After a long silence, the phone beeped and the call dropped. She tried again with the same result. Checking the top corner of the screen, she saw it read, “No Service.”

Great.

Maya crossed the street, moving away from the chattering people and emergency lights. She continued staring into the corner of the phone’s screen, holding it up in the air and hoping to catch a few bars. No Service.

She had been in one of the most populated areas of the city, sandwiched between two hospitals and some of the best restaurants and bars in Nashville. Maya could see at least two cell towers from where she stood. She turned around and looked at the obelisk again, feeling a pit growing in her stomach.

She opened the messenger app. The message from her mother sat at the top.

Haven’t heard from you recently. Just want to make sure everything is all right. Love you.

Maya looked at the one from Laura next. She grinned as an image filled the screen. Laura and Aiden had taken a selfie together. Both had their lips puckered up for a kiss.

We love you and miss you, Mom!

Maya brushed a tear aside and blew a kiss at her phone. “I miss you guys, too.”

She backed up and opened Gerald’s message without reading the preview.

Weird. Your mom isn’t home. Convenient. Good job, Maya. I hope you realize the mistake you made.

Maya groaned and shook her head. Gerald had gone to her mother’s house looking for the kids. What if he was looking for them right now, while she was here dealing with this… situation?

“Maya!”

Maya lifted her chin and saw Reno standing across the street.

“Get over here! Now!”

Maya hurried across the street. Several first-responders talked on radios while others stood around pointing at the sky.

“What is it?” Maya asked Reno.

“Listen.”

EMD calls came through in rapid succession.

“Multiple vehicular accidents outside Nissan Stadium. Any available units.”

“Vehicular accident at Hillsboro Pike and Glen Echo Road. Any available units.”

“Vehicular accident on Clarksville Pike crossing the Cumberland. Any available units.”

Maya wiped her clammy palms on her pants. Her heart raced.

“What the hell?”

Maya shook her head, unable to give him an answer. “We’ve got to get back to the rig. Now.”

11

After sprinting past groups of panicked people and pushing their way through throngs of onlookers, Maya and Reno ran through the open bay door and climbed into their rig. Maya didn’t even bother going inside the firehouse to grab her uniform. Proper union dress code seemed slightly insignificant compared to what she had witnessed a few minutes ago, and they weren’t on the clock anyway.

“Which direction we headed?” Reno asked. “There are so many calls coming into 911 that dispatch can’t keep up.”

“I’m going to drive to the river. We can check the areas near the stadium. From what I’ve heard on the radio, there’s a lot of accidents happening over there.”

She pulled out of the bay and into traffic, where other rigs led the way down Charlotte Avenue and toward the Cumberland River at the eastern edge of downtown. Many people had decided not to drive, leaving their cars parked at odd angles and up on curbs—some even leaving their vehicles in the middle of the street. People lined the sidewalks, gawking and pointing at the mysterious obelisk towering over Centennial Park and now the tallest structure in Nashville—man-made or otherwise.

“Seriously, Maya. What is that?”

“I don’t know.”

“Shit don’t just pop up out of the ground. How could that even have gotten there?”

“I’m not sure. Can you please keep checking for service?”

Reno glanced at the screen. He tapped one of his contacts and put it on speaker phone. Like Maya’s earlier, his phone wouldn’t dial.

“Dammit,” Maya said, slamming her hands on the steering wheel.

“The network will come back up. Maybe the earthquake knocked down a cell tower?”

“Or maybe it’s related to the obelisk.”

“What do you mean? You think that thing could have knocked out cell service?”

“You saw what it did, Reno. That low hum and the blue lightning storm? Maybe it fried the circuits.

Reno stared off, his lips slightly parted. “What?”

“Maybe it sent out a signal. Like one of those things the preppers are always talking about.”

“You mean an EMP?” he asked, resorting automatically to the common abbreviation for an electromagnetic pulse—the type of energy wave which could come from a comet strike or a terrorist weapon and that had the potential to knock out the world’s electrical grid. “We wouldn’t be driving if that was the case. An EMP blast would’ve fried the rig’s electrical system.”

Maya stared at him, eyes narrowed. Then she turned her attention back to the road. Reno was right. The rig was fine, the radio worked, and the lights in the city hadn’t gone out. But the possibilities made her head hurt, and right now, all she wanted was to get to the stadium and see if they could save lives. Homeland Security or the military could figure out what that thing was and what had caused it.

They rolled over a hill and saw nothing but flashing blue and red emergency lights ahead.

“Damn. It’s madness here,” Reno said.

Maya sounded the siren in short bursts, warning pedestrians to step out of the way so she could pull through the intersection ahead. Officers had already roped off the scene, and many onlookers were pushing against the crowd-control barrier to get a better look at a dozen or so cars mangled in several separate accidents.

The police had set up barriers that stretched from one guard rail to another with strategic sections placed to keep people from getting by on the sidewalk.

“This doesn’t seem right,” Reno said.

“No,” Maya said. “It doesn’t. But we’ve got a job to do. Let’s grab our gear and see how we can help.”

They jumped out and grabbed their bags from the back. Pedestrians stood at the barrier, shouting at the police. Dozens of officers in riot gear struggled to keep them from surging forward.

“Let us touch it!” one man said.

“Are we really trapped in here?” a woman asked.

Reno grabbed Maya’s arm. “What are they talking about?”

“I don’t know. Flash your ID so we can get in.”

Maya had accidentally left her picture ID lanyard in her locker back at the station.

The nearest officer nodded as he scanned Reno’s credentials. Maya pushed the barrier back and let Reno enter first. She turned to ask the officer what had happened, but he was already struggling to get the barrier back in place as the crowd pushed against it.

Another officer barked orders at two firemen. Maya and Reno went to him.

“We’re paramedics,” Maya said. “We’re here to help. What happened?”

“All these cars. Crashed. Can’t you see, lady?”

“Okay,” Maya said, furrowing her brow. “But what happened? What caused it?”

“You haven’t heard yet?”

“Heard what?” Reno asked.

The cop pursed his lips. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you. Best just to show it to you.”

The officer led them away from the agitated crowd to where the cars had crashed. Several paramedics had already arrived on the scene and were tending to the most seriously injured. But looking at where the cars sat, Maya couldn’t figure out how they had collided with each other. It was almost as if they had wrecked in a perfect line, side by side—not into each other, or into any other object on the road or near it.

The officer stopped and held his hands up to Maya and Reno.

“Do not walk past me,” he said. “Do you understand?”

“What do you mean?” Maya asked.

“Give me your hand.”

Maya stared at the cop. His face held no trace of a smile. This was no joke. She gave the cop her hand, and then he grabbed her wrist and spun as she opened her palm. In the air in front of her face, she felt an invisible object that was rough to the touch, carried a charge like static electricity, and was as solid as a brick wall. A transparent, bluish-purple light spread from her fingertips to her wrist on the surface of her skin, and the low hum she’d heard before returned.

Maya pulled her hand away like a child at a hot stove. She stared at the spot where the officer had placed it, staring right through whatever she had touched. She saw other wrecked cars ahead, their headlights facing her. Police near those cars had erected their own crowd-control barriers as more people looked in their direction, screaming and shouting. And that was when the realization hit her.

She couldn’t hear any of them.

As Maya tried to process the situation, Reno walked up next to her and put his hand on the same, invisible spot about five feet off the ground and two feet from where they stood. The bluish-purple light crawled up his arm, and he tore his hand away.

“What the shit is this?” Reno asked.

“There’s some type of wall surrounding the city,” the officer said, his tone shaky and uneven, as if he was trying to convince himself of what he was seeing. “We’ve gotten reports from all over the Davidson metro. You felt it—it’s like an invisible stone wall. That’s why these cars crashed. Nobody saw it, and they drove right into the thing.”

“That doesn’t make sense,” Reno said.

“You just felt it.” The cop laughed and waved his arm at the ever-increasing crowd on their side, the ones they could hear shouting with panic-laden voices. “That’s why they’re freaking out. People are blaming this on everything from a terrorist attack to a secret government weapons test. It’s insane.”

Maya stepped away. Her hand tingled, and the sound of the crowd swirled in her ears as she tried to get herself under control. This wall—possibly a dome—had to be the reason cell service was down. It had to be more than a simple coincidence that an invisible dome had appeared at the same time as an obelisk had risen from beneath the Parthenon in Centennial Park.

“How big is this wall? How high is it and does it go over the top of us?” Maya asked, knowing the street cop wouldn’t have any of the answers.

“We aren’t quite sure yet. Around here, the damn thing has gone straight through cars and buildings. You can see through the barrier and it seems to be holding up the structures, but there ain’t no way through or around it. I’ve heard reports of an invisible wall near the airport and as far out as Bellevue. Can’t really tell you what’s happening in the airspace above the city.”

“What about North?”

The officer shook his head. “I don’t know that either.”

Knowing the man had nothing useful to share, Maya turned around and walked toward the crowd-control barrier. She stepped around the police and through the gap, ignoring the barrage of questions coming from the people on the street. She opened the door to the rig as Reno caught up to her.

“What are you doing, Maya?”

“I can’t stay here.”

“What do you mean? We have a job to do.”

“I have to get to my kids!”

“You can’t leave. We have a responsibility.”

“I have a responsibility as a mother,” Maya said, raising her voice. “I have to get to them.”

Reno put his hands on his hips. “Maya, we can’t just—”

“I have to get to them before Gerald does, Reno! He’ll know my mom will take them back to her place as things get worse!”

She felt the blood rushing to her face and Reno took a step back, his eyes wide at the sharp tone of her voice. She understood she had a job to do. Understood perfectly. But her job as a mother was more important. And she couldn’t let go of the notion that Gerald might be looking for her mother so he could take the kids.

His lips pursed, Reno nodded. He walked around the front of the rig to the passenger side.

“What are you doing?” Maya asked.

“I’m coming with you.”

“You should stay here and help. Someone else can give you a ride—”

“We aren’t discussing this. I’m not letting you go alone. Now are we going to find your kids, or what?”

She stared at him long enough to realize he wasn’t going to change his mind.

“Good,” he said, sitting down on the passenger side and buckling his seat belt. “Glad that’s settled.”

12

The news of the invisible wall had spread as people figured out where it stood and which side they were on. The radio in the rig bleated with non-stop calls from EMD, new accidents coming in by the minute. Crowds gathered and shouted at Maya and Reno as they drove by, most of them just looking for answers—just like Maya and Reno.

“Still nothing?” Maya asked.

Reno threw up his hands. He tossed his phone onto the dash and Maya sighed.

“I’m sorry,” Reno said. “I don’t know what to tell you. That damn wall has cut off all our communications except the radio, and the dispatchers are overwhelmed.”

Maya gripped the steering wheel, her palms sweaty. “I have to get to my mom’s.”

She could feel Reno’s eyes on her, and she glanced at him while keeping her focus on the chaos in the streets.

“What?”

He looked straight ahead and put his right hand on his chin. “Nothing.”

She knew what he was thinking—there wasn’t much she could do for her kids right now, and it might not even be possible to get there. What if this bizarre barrier now stood between her and her children? Once Gerald realized she was trapped inside, who knows what the drunken maniac would do?

Interstate 65 was backed up to a crawl. Most people had abandoned their cars. Maya drove down the shoulder with the siren blaring, and anyone standing on the shoulder quickly moved out of the way to avoid being struck by the speeding rig.

“Jesus,” Reno said, looking at the other side of the divided highway.

Two men had gotten into a fistfight and a group of bystanders was trying to pull them apart.

“Everyone’s going mad,” Reno said.

“People can’t get bars, can’t text loved ones. That’s enough to make some people want to commit murder.”

They crested a hill and saw blue and red police lights flashing, the patrol cars lining the entire width of the interstate. Maya hit the brakes, sounding the siren.

She came to a full stop on the shoulder, at the rear of the crowd. Police officers stood shoulder to shoulder in front of the patrol cars. People were yelling, their fists raised. Several threw rocks over the heads of the police dressed in riot gear, and each time they did, a blue pulse flashed in mid-air where the rocks hit and spiderwebbed out like a crack on a windshield before fizzling out. Every rock bounced off the invisible wall and dropped onto the patrol cars.

Maya bit her lip as she realized they’d found another section of the invisible wall. Apparently, it cut across fields and over roadways. Reports of accidents from across Davidson County continued to overwhelm the EMD radio, and she could only think of Laura and Aiden. Her mother. Suddenly realizing how telescoped her focus had been, she scorned herself for being selfish and turned to Reno, realizing he had people he cared about, as well. But it was the bigger revelation that she hadn’t wanted to admit to herself or talk about, until now—something she had intuitively felt earlier.

“We’re trapped in here.”

“What?” Reno asked.

“Behind a wall or barrier. Nobody can get out. Or in.”

“You don’t know that. We’ve only run into the wall twice. There are other ways out to the suburbs and the rest of Middle Tennessee.”

“Listen to the EMD. There are accidents everywhere. You don’t think if we go out towards Bellevue or head south to Franklin that we aren’t going to come up against this invisible wall?”

Reno fell silent. He stared out the window at the crowd in front of the rig.

After another moment, Maya opened her door and Reno grabbed her arm.

“What are you doing?”

“We have a job to do. If we’re going to be trapped in here, we’ve at least got to do our part to make sure injured people get treatment.” She pulled her arm away from him and stepped out of the vehicle. He followed her, walking around to the rear and helping her grab their gear from the back.

Maya and Reno pushed their way through the discordant crowd. Most continued throwing rocks at the wall while some of them yelled at the two paramedics as they pushed toward the line of police officers. Maya ignored people’s questions. She fought her way to the point where the police stood in front of their patrol cars, keeping people away from the wall.

Several officers faced away from the crowd and gestured at their counterparts on the other side of the barrier. Tennessee State Troopers and members of the National Guard had mobilized and been keeping those on the other side of the wall away from it. Those people were also shouting and throwing rocks, but Maya couldn’t hear them—she could only see them. Officers from different precincts in the Metropolitan Nashville Police Department began communicating with each other by scribbling notes on notepads or fast food wrappers and then holding up the makeshift signs. Maya approached a cop on her side who had been writing furiously on a yellow legal pad.

“They can’t hear us at all through that thing?” she asked.

The cop shook his head. “Our radios are going in and out.” He turned to face the accident closest to them. “Another car ran into the wall from the other side about a half hour ago—some damn idiot trying to break through. We couldn’t even hear the impact from this side. Strangest damn thing I’ve ever seen. The front end folded up like an accordion, and I saw it all happen. Silently.”

“Are those people on the other side okay?”

The cop looked at the scene and used his fingers to point at his own ears, making it clear to Maya that he had no way of knowing.

“Has the crowd turned yet?” Reno asked.

“Thankfully, no. We had to break up a fistfight. One of those guys hit an officer. I think everyone realizes that we’re not behind this, at least. That we have no idea what the hell is going on, either.”

Maya gestured toward the state cops and National Guard troops on the other side. “What are they doing to try and get us out?”

“Hopefully more than we can from inside this thing. They’ve got the feds involved. This shit’s all over the news. They said the President’s planning on making a statement. Not sure what he’s gonna say. I heard the Marines might try and land a helicopter in here. The problem is, they don’t know how high this wall is. It’s getting harder to coordinate anything with emergency radio bands coming in and out.”

For the first time, someone had confirmed her suspicion—they were on the inside of this barrier, and the rest of the world, including her children, were on the outside. Maya thought of the obelisk at Centennial Park and how she’d seen the blue flashes lighting up the sky. “How do they know it’s not covering the entire area? Like a dome. We watched that obelisk come out of the ground and destroy the Parthenon. It broke through the clouds as far into the sky as you could see.”

“A dome? You mean like that Stephen King book?”

The officer looked at Maya, his eyebrows raised as he shook his head.

“Something like that, but not exactly. What is the obelisk doing? Who put it there? How long has it been beneath the Parthenon and why did it come up now?”

“Listen, lady. I don’t know the answers to your question. I’m in this, just like you.”

Reno stepped in front of Maya and turned to face the cop. “What can we do to help?”

“Stay out of the way but ready. We don’t have serious injuries on this side. Yet.”

“Thanks,” Maya said. “We’ll do what we can.”

“He’s got a gun!”

Maya spun around when she heard those words. Several gunshots rang out then, the bullets creating micro-explosions where they hit the wall fifteen to twenty feet in the air, sending bolts of blue lightning racing across the invisible surface. Two police officers tackled the man who had fired the gun. Others panicked and ran at the wall, hoping the gunfire had compromised it.

With her ears ringing, Maya heard cries for help coming from her left, where the crowd had parted. Maya ran over.

“She’s been shot!” a woman yelled.

“We’re paramedics,” Maya said, repeating herself a few times so that people slowly shuffled backward and away from the injured woman. “Step out of the way.”

The woman lay on the ground, clutching her shoulder and crying.

“A bullet ricocheted off that invisible wall and hit her,” a man said.

“We’re going to take care of her,” Maya said. “Everyone, stay back!”

Maya kneeled next to the woman. The bullet had entered her right shoulder near her ball and socket joint.

“It hurts! Please help!” the woman pleaded.

“We’re going to take care of you, ma’am,” Maya said. She turned to Reno. “Keep her stable and stop the bleeding. Is there anyone else who needs to get to a hospital?”

“I don’t think so.”

Maya ran to the rig and retrieved the stretcher from the back. She unfolded the legs and hurried back to where Reno had been holding gauze pads over the woman’s wound, replacing them when they turned a deep, crimson red. Some people ignored the injured woman, but others had circled around her, giving Reno room to work and clearing a path through the crowd for Maya.

At least people still care about their fellow humans. For now.

Maya lowered the stretcher and, with Reno’s help, loaded the woman onto it. They rolled her to the rig and secured her inside. Reno jumped into the back with her, shutting the doors.

Maya climbed into the driver’s seat and threw the rig into gear. She took one last look at the crowd and the police trying to maintain some semblance of order.

I hope you guys are on the other side and far away from this thing. But if you’re not, stay away from it. Mom is coming.

She turned on the siren and sped away.

13

Transcript of news broadcast, WLVG Channel 2 Las Vegas

Sally Whitehead: For breaking news, we’re going back to Ashley Acuff, who’s been covering this story for almost 36 straight hours—even before the mysterious dome dropped over the city of Nashville. We had made some jokes about what was happening, but this is no longer a laughing matter. In fact, on behalf of WLVG, I want to apologize if those jokes inadvertently offended anyone, now that we’re all seeing how serious this is. Ashley, what are you hearing?

Ashley Acuff: Yeah, Sally, that’s right. Things here are much different than they were when the astronomers were still analyzing the data feed from the gamma-ray observatories. It has become evident to not only the scientists, but to everyone, that there is something headed our way. The level of gamma-ray emissions first detected over 300 light years from Earth was just the beginning. It seems as though the emissions have been tracked from deep space to our solar system. And just a few hours ago, I was told that some of our top-level military satellites detected a physical object passing around the sun, and on a trajectory headed straight for Earth.

Sally Whitehead: I don’t understand, Ashley—what exactly does that mean?

Ashley Acuff: Well, we’re no longer talking about the stuff of science fiction movies, I’m afraid. It’s obvious that sentient beings created the gamma rays that originated from that distant galaxy. And what we know now is that they have sent something to Earth. We can’t say for sure yet what that something is, but we do know that it is a physical object, dare I say an alien spaceship.

Sally Whitehead: Have the astronomers confirmed this yet? Have they gotten any images from our satellites? It seems like we’d be able to detect an alien spaceship approaching Earth.

Ashley Acuff: Surprisingly, no. Most scientists agree that space is so vast that it’s impossible for us to detect everything flying through our solar system. In fact, there have been several asteroids that have flown right by the Earth and we didn’t know about them until they passed. Our computers are constantly gathering data from the skies above, but we simply don’t have enough scientists to interpret and analyze it all in real time.

Sally Whitehead: But we would have known about an alien civilization so close. 300 light years is not far when you’re talking about space. Where are they coming from?

Ashley Acuff: When I first spoke to Dr. Helson of the National Science Institute, he had said that Einstein was one of the first to acknowledge the possibility of wormholes—a theoretical tunnel that goes through time and space which would allow travel to and from distant points across the universe. Our technology isn’t advanced enough to even test this theory, but its quite possible that an advanced life form could.

Sally Whitehead: Are any officials from the National Science Institute talking to you now?

Ashley Acuff: Nothing. I’ve heard that they know the general shape and dimension of the object, but they’re not releasing any specific details at this time.

Sally Whitehead: It sounds like they’re withholding information from the public, Ashley.

Ashley Acuff: That’s what our entire newsroom thinks, as well. None of the scientists I spoke to earlier are returning my calls. Developments are being channeled through a dedicated media spokesperson who can’t—or won’t—answer our questions.

Sally Whitehead: Things have changed dramatically since yesterday. I think most scientists realize that what’s happening in our solar system is directly connected to the dome over Nashville. Have any of the government spokespeople shared any information on that?

Ashley Acuff: None. Nothing at all. Even the President has been silent on the matter. I’ve got to tell you, there’s a growing sense of anxiety and discontent on the streets. Either our scientists don’t know exactly what’s happening or our government won’t let them talk about it. And if the dome and the gamma-ray emissions are in fact connected, in any way, there’s no telling how people are going to react or what’s going to happen.

Sally Whitehead: What is your advice to our viewers? Reports tell us this object is currently behind the sun. Do the scientists know when it will arrive?

Ashley Acuff: The media spokesman has not given us any specifics. However, I have gotten an unverified communication from someone inside of NASA, a person I believe to be reliable. This person claims that whatever is in the sky, and behind the sun, will reach our planet in three or four days. This is based on the trajectory and speed measured across the solar system. But that’s all we know, and again, I must stress, this is from an unnamed source, if a reliable one.

Sally Whitehead: Thanks, Ashley. Well, as you’ve all heard, there are things about the Nashville dome that remain a mystery. For now, sit tight and stay tuned to WLVG as we continue our live coverage of what the media has dubbed, “Gamma Gate.”

14

Maya maneuvered through the crowded streets to the hospital while Reno tended to the gunshot victim. He had kept the injured woman stable, assuring her that her injuries weren’t life-threatening. The deeper they drove into the city, though, and as they approached Centennial Park, the traffic and crowds swelled. Even from miles away, Maya could see the strange obelisk in the sky. People on foot pointed at it as they presumably headed there to get an up-close glimpse of the strange monstrosity which had destroyed the beloved Parthenon.

“Are we almost there?” Reno asked Maya.

“Working on it. I’ve never had to drive through this many people in the middle of the street.”

“I need to talk to my husband,” the woman said. “He needs to know I’m okay.”

Reno answered her, his voice as calm and professional as ever. “I promise they’ll do whatever they can at the hospital to get in touch with him, but we can’t call him right now. All right?”

Maya glanced at the obelisk on the horizon.

I don’t think they’ll be calling him from the hospital, either.

Swerving around abandoned cars and pedestrians, Maya laid on the horn. But sirens sounded throughout the city, constantly, and people had begun to ignore them. When Maya finally made it to 20th Avenue, she sighed and hit the gas, relieved to be within two blocks of the hospital.

A line of rigs stretched from the ER entrance all the way to the street. Maya pulled up behind the last one, jumped out, and ran around to the rear. She opened the doors; Reno already had the stretcher ready for them to unload it.

“We’re here, Linda,” Reno told the injured woman. “Deep breaths, all right?”

Maya and Reno pushed the stretcher past all of the other rigs and to the entrance of the ER. Several other paramedics stood outside, and they seemed to be arguing about something.

“I’ve never seen anything like this,” Reno said.

Doctors and nurses ran through the crowded room, most gesturing and yelling at orderlies who pushed patients to the appropriate spaces. They had long since filled all the individual rooms, and had begun treating patients in the waiting room. The place smelled of body odor and a sickly scent, like slightly rotted cabbage. Several men stood in between the automatic sliding doors smoking cigarettes, ignoring the security guard’s incessant threats. To Maya, it felt like the situation had started to unravel—and not all of the people who were coming apart had responded with empathy and goodwill.

Maya and Reno pushed past the smokers. She grabbed a burning cigarette from one man’s hand and threw it out the door. He started to curse at her, but then reached into his pocket for a new smoke instead. An ER staff member stood near the door holding a clipboard as a fit, young man shoved his finger in her face, but she kept talking as if she’d already grown used to people treating her as he was, saying for the second time in a row, “I’m sorry, sir. We’re doing all we can.”

The woman saw Maya and Reno with the stretcher and stepped away from the angry man. Sweat beaded on her forehead, and her glasses had slipped down to the tip of her nose. She took a deep breath and held up her clipboard.

“Injury?” the woman asked.

“Gunshot wound. Right shoulder,” Reno said.

“Did you stop the bleeding?”

“Mostly. But she’s lost a lot of blood.”

“All right. We’ll have someone check her vitals. Please, roll her to that area over there and we’ll get her registered.”

Maya looked around. People on stretchers had been lined up on the far side of the room. Nurses moved from person to person, checking their blood pressure while monitoring heart rates and taking other mandatory steps before a doctor would see them.

“It hurts so much,” Linda said. “Please help me.”

“But she’s been shot,” Maya said to the hospital attendant. “This isn’t a broken bone or a concussion.”

“Her injuries aren’t life-threatening. We’re doing what we can, but we have to prioritize care. Now please, roll her over there, and we’ll make sure she’s seen as soon as possible.”

Reno pushed the woman to the designated area while Maya leaned against the wall and closed her eyes. The room felt unstable around her, and she slapped her hands on the wall before she realized that it wasn’t another aftershock—she’d almost passed out.

“You’ve lost all the color in your face,” Reno said.

“I think I need to step out and get some fresh air.”

Reno put his hand on Maya’s back and guided her past the smokers and into a patch of bright green grass between the sidewalk and the building. The cigarette smoke around them made it even more difficult for Maya to breathe. She sat down on the grass, looked down, and ran her hands through her hair.

“Better?” Reno asked.

“Yeah. I think it was too crowded in there. And I’m feeling overwhelmed.”

She lifted her head and glanced at the paramedics on a smoke break. One of them stomped away, waving his hands at the others.

“Enough of this shit,” the man said. “This whole town’s gone nuts. I need to protect my family.”

Two of the other paramedics, one female and another male, walked away, saying what amounted to the same thing.

“Is that how you feel?” Reno asked Maya.

Maya looked at him with heavy eyes and snorted. “I don’t know how I feel.”

“I’m with you no matter what you want to do. I’ve lost track of how many hours we’ve worked. If you want to find your family now, then that’s what we should do.”

Maya tried to focus her thoughts and say something intelligible, but a dull throb had begun at the base of her neck and crept through her skull to her forehead. She winced as every siren felt like a dagger in her ear.

“We have a responsibility to help people,” she said as a roar erupted from the direction of Centennial Park. She glanced down Church Street to where people were marching west toward the park.

Maya stood. “Come on.”

She jogged to the corner of 20th and Patterson Street, around the hospital, and back toward Centennial Park. Smaller crowds marched down Patterson, as well, but not nearly as many as those who had been crowding up at the corner of Church and Elliston.

Police had the perimeter of Centennial Park roped off. Hundreds of people had flocked there to catch a glimpse of the obelisk, but nobody wanted to get too close to the strange object. Officers in riot gear stood behind a single strip of caution tape. Most carried assault rifles.

Maya pushed through several people and then stopped.

“This must be what that guy meant back there when he said the town is going nuts,” Reno said.

“I’ve got to get to Aiden and Laura,” she said, nearly to herself. “They’re at my mom’s in Hendersonville.”

Nearby, a man laughed. He looked at Maya, and she glanced around to see if he could have been laughing at anyone else. His dark brown hair had been pushed around his head, and his beard was in desperate need of a trim. The man’s dark eyes flashed at her, and Maya wasn’t sure if she saw intelligence, insanity, or both. He appeared to be in his mid-forties, about six feet tall and slightly under 200 pounds. His jeans had been smeared with motor oil, and Maya could barely make out the Yazoo Brewing Company logo on his faded t-shirt.

“Are you laughing at me?” Maya asked.

“You’re nuts if you think you’re getting to Hendersonville.”

“How do you know?”

“He doesn’t,” Reno said.

“I do. I know what’s causing all of this, too,” the man said, waving his arm in the general direction of the obelisk.

“Good for you, sir,” Reno said. He put his arm around Maya and turned her away from the man, but she stopped and peered into the man’s eyes. He grinned from ear to ear, and it sent a shiver down Maya’s back.

A news helicopter flew overhead, above the trees but close enough that Maya could see the cameraman pointing the lens out of an open window. It soared over the crowd and headed for the obelisk. The pilot brought the helicopter up to hover near the structure for a moment, and she thought it appeared as though he was going to fly over the top of the structure.

“They’ve known for a long time,” the disheveled man said, his eyes locked on Maya’s. “I can tell you what’s really happening.”

“Look,” Reno said, stepping in between Maya and the man. “I’m tired of your—”

An explosion rocked the sky as debris rained down on the massive crowd. Maya looked up to see a fireball where the helicopter had been a second ago. Blue lightning flared out from the flames.

“That helicopter!” a woman screamed. “It exploded!”

“Run!” someone else yelled.

The crowd scattered, sprinting in every direction and trying to avoid the hunks of burning metal and plastic falling from the sky. The dome seemed to repel the helicopter fragments at a high velocity, sending debris back onto the crowd below. Maya turned and sprinted toward the hospital, a throng of people coming up behind her.

Reno grabbed her arm. “This way!”

The crowd filled the street as Maya and Reno dashed toward the underground parking garage on their right.

“Look out!” came a warning from someone in the crowd.

Big hunks of the helicopter tumbled to the ground in balls of fire. A blade from the main rotor slammed into the middle of the street, landing on three people who couldn’t get away in time.

Maya’s eyes went wide. She dove under the overhang of the parking garage entrance, Reno right behind her. They rolled over and looked out as more debris fell, killing people in the street.

“We have to help them. We’ve got—”

“No!” Reno said, standing up and getting between Maya and the entrance. “There’s nothing we can do for them right now.”

She stood still, and then nodded, realizing that they’d be no help to anyone if burning debris killed them, as well. Maya had to stay alive to help others. To find her kids.

Reno and Maya ran deeper into the garage, down a ramp to the first subterranean parking level. There, they listened to the screams above as they caught their breath, doubled over with their hands on their knees.

“That wall isn’t a wall. It’s a dome,” Reno said. “The helicopter flew right up into it.”

“There has to be a way out.”

“There’s not,” came a voice from the dark shadows of the garage.

They both stood and turned to see the middle-aged man with the Yazoo t-shirt. He’d followed them into the garage.

“I will mess you up, man,” Reno said. “Leave us alone.”

“It’s a beacon.”

Maya furrowed her brow. “A beacon? For what?”

“Don’t listen to him, Maya,” Reno said. “He’s a damn lunatic.”

“Perhaps. But I know what’s going on, and nobody else around here seems to have a clue. I’ll tell you if you give me a ride home. My wife and child are there, and they need me. An emergency vehicle—like an ambulance—is the best chance I have of getting there.”

“No way,” Reno said.

She thought it was unlikely that this crazy guy knew anything, but he hadn’t seemed aggressive, and they could put him in the back, just in case. And what if he did know something? Didn’t she owe it to her children to consider all the possibilities? An obelisk had caused an earthquake and obliterated the Parthenon, and now an invisible dome had dropped over Nashville. Maybe this man wasn’t so crazy after all…

“You talk to us while we drive. And you tell us everything you know.” Maya said.

“You’re not really thinking about giving him a ride?” Reno asked.

“We’re running out of options, Reno. And if this guy is for real, he could help me find my kids.”

Reno exhaled. He put his hands up in the air and walked away.

The old man smiled.

“Thank you, Maya. But you must understand, once you know the truth, you can’t ignore it. You’ll be universally obligated to act on behalf of all humanity. No going back.”

She nodded at his bizarre phrasing, already wondering if Reno had been right.

“My name is Jack, by the way.”

“Good to meet you, Jack. Now let’s get to the rig. You need to start talking.”

15

Maya looked out the window as they passed the crowds gathering downtown. Most of the city’s churches had been represented by people holding signs, many of the Bible Belt’s faithful claiming the dome had been God’s doing—that Jesus was coming ‘home.’ Others not affiliated with a church screamed at those holding signs, believing this was a terrorist attack. Some of East Nashville’s hipsters even seemed to think a conspiracy was at play, with the United States government behind it. Maya turned away, trying to block out the conflicting words and ideologies attempting to explain the unexplainable.

Reno had insisted on driving to give Maya a break, and she knew she needed it after witnessing the helicopter’s explosion. Jack sat in the back, but had thrust his head into the rig’s cab to talk to them. Maya checked her phone every few moments, but still couldn’t get a signal. She thought of Aiden and Laura, her mom, and even Gerald—the thoughts kept rushing in, and made her eyes buzz. Finally, she sighed and shoved the phone into her pocket.

“I’m sure your kids know you’re all right,” Jack said.

Maya rubbed the back of her neck. Sweat collected on her brow.

“You need to start talking,” Maya said, ignoring the man’s comment.

“Lots of traffic out there. People in the streets,” Jack said. “There’s plenty of time.”

Pedestrians ran across the street without bothering to look for cars. Many vehicles sat in the middle of the road, several having been abandoned by their drivers. Even with the rig’s siren blaring, Reno had difficulty maneuvering through the crowds.

“I’ve got no problem dropping you off with all these crazy fools if you don’t hold up your end of the bargain,” Reno said.

“Earlier, you called that thing in the park a ‘beacon,’” Maya said. “What did you mean by that?”

“Let me first ask you a question,” Jack said. “What do you think it is? I doubt you’ve been reading the confidential reports that I have access to.”

Reno huffed and shook his head.

“Honestly, I wouldn’t even have a guess.”

“Humor me.”

Maya exhaled. She wasn’t in the mood to humor anyone. She had already convinced Reno that taking the crazy man back to his house was a worthwhile idea, and now she was having second thoughts about it. Jack talked like one of those conspiracy-theory nutjobs.

“I don’t know,” she said finally. “A lot of people are claiming this is a terrorist attack. That seems to make a lot of sense. Between the Middle East, North Korea, and Russia, there’s a lot of people who would like to attack us.”

“And how exactly do you think one of those rogue states could get a six-hundred-foot-tall structure into the ground and then make it magically rise from underneath the Parthenon?”

“Look, I was just trying to answer your question,” Maya said, her voice cracking. “Don’t play games with me. Tell me what you know. I mean, maybe the obelisk was already buried underground, and one of those countries figured out how to connect to it or something.”

“Ah,” Jack said, raising both his index finger and one of his eyebrows. “Now you are onto something.”

“Look, man,” Reno said. “We’re not letting you out of here until you tell us what you know. So why don’t you go on and spit it out?”

“All right, then. Since you kids don’t want to be patient, I’ll go on and let loose. Have you ever heard of the ETC?”

“No,” Maya said. “What’s that?”

“It stands for the Extra-Terrestrial Coalition. It’s a group that’s been around since the late 90s, right around the time the internet started to take off. I’ve been a member since ’99. I got into their theories during the Y2K craze. Stumbled across it while looking at some conspiracy theory type stuff.

“Anyway, the message board began as a watchdog group focusing on all kinds of government initiatives—mostly covert. At that time, everyone was talking about the millennium and what was going to happen to computers when the date rolled over to zeroes. But there was a sub-group of forum members more interested in something else. A real looming threat that was far greater than computer software going haywire.”

Maya waited for Jack to break his dramatic pause.

“Aliens.”

Reno laughed. “You’ve got to be kidding me. You really are a crazy bastard there, Jack.”

Jack looked at Maya. “See why I was hesitant to tell you?”

Maya could understand Reno’s reaction. This old coot had probably seen one too many invasion movies. But something in his voice made her pause anyway. She saw an understanding in Jack’s eyes that made her hesitate.

“Stop laughing,” Maya said to her partner. “Let’s hear him out.”

“You can’t be serious. Aliens? You’re really going to believe that aliens are what put the dome over the city?”

“I didn’t say I believe it. I said I want to listen to his whole explanation. He hasn’t told us how he knows all this.”

“And I’m not sure I want to after being ridiculed by your partner.”

“I apologize for my friend’s reaction,” Maya said. “But you can understand why he would laugh. People cruising internet forums and bulletin boards for evidence of an alien invasion aren’t exactly the most reliable types. But it doesn’t mean I’m not willing to hear you out. So, go on.”

The man stared at Reno, waiting for another barb or verbal insult. Reno rolled his eyes. Jack cleared his throat and continued.

“That obelisk that rose up and destroyed the Parthenon has been there for hundreds, thousands, maybe millions of years. It was buried deep beneath the Earth’s surface by an advanced alien civilization. Some of my friends in the ETC claim that there’s a generator beneath the obelisk, that it’s powering the dome. They say that, if we can somehow disrupt the power supply to the generator, we might be able to weaken or even destroy the dome. But that’s a long shot.”

“Slow down. If it’s been there for all that time, why did it decide that now was the time to rise from the ground and destroy the Parthenon? And why didn’t we know if it before now?” Maya asked.

“There are a lot of theories, but I think most of them are bullshit.” Jack paused as two men stumbled across the road, each with a fistful of the other’s shirt. “The truth is, no one really knows. But there is one thing I can tell you for sure—that obelisk didn’t just pop up out of the ground to drop a dome over Nashville because the aliens like country music. It’s a beacon—sending a signal out.”

“A signal?” Maya swallowed. “What kind of signal? To whom?”

“Maybe it’s notifying the mothership, over some kind of galactic Wi-Fi.”

“Bullshit,” Reno said.

“You don’t have to believe me. But I know it’s true. They always planned on returning, and it was never a question of if, only when.”

“And it just so happens that only losers and loners cruising internet forums know this.”

Maya shot a glare at Reno, but his sarcasm had become a lump in her throat—she wasn’t sure she could swallow Jack’s story. “How could the government hide something like that?”

“They are, and they have been for decades. If you don’t think that the government doesn’t have a top-secret team studying extraterrestrial life forms, then you’re a fool. I hate to be the one to break this to you, but we’re not getting out from under this dome. I don’t know if the government is bringing scientists in to do experiments on the outside of the dome, but there isn’t anyone inside of it that knows what to do. The police and National Guard—the only thing they’re trying is brute force, and that isn’t going to work. Your kids—you’re never going to see them again.”

Maya shuddered as Reno steered the rig to the side of the road.

“That’s it,” Reno said.

The paramedic slammed on the brakes. Maya extended her hands, palms out, and locked her elbows to keep from slamming into the dashboard. Reno threw the gear shift into park and turned to Jack, who had fallen off the gurney and now sat on the floor of the rig.

“Out.”

“What?”

“You heard me. I said, get the hell out.”

“That wasn’t the deal. I told you what I know.”

“You’re some bullshit con man. Now get. Out.”

Jack turned to Maya. “I’m sorry if I offended you. I really am. But you have to understand that—”

Reno unbuckled his seatbelt and grabbed Jack by his shirt. He dragged the man over the seat and through the door. They both tumbled to the ground, Reno falling on top of Jack. Reno planted his hands on Jack’s chest and pushed himself up to his feet.

“You can walk from here. We’re almost to White’s Creek, anyway. Honestly, I don’t care where you go, but your ride with us is over.”

Reno stepped back up into the rig and slammed the door.

Maya expected Jack to be angry, and so she waited for him to jump up and rush the rig. But he never did. Instead, through the closed door, she heard something else.

The man was laughing.

She held eye contact with him until Reno pulled away and Jack faded into the rearview mirror.

16

“Don’t worry about what that guy said, Maya. It’s all lies.”

“Yeah, I know.”

But something about what had Jack said made sense.

Did it? Come on, Maya. Aliens?

What if it were true, though? Terrorists creating a dome to protect their city would be logical, but why encase an American city? And even if you could assume the dome was a weapon to be used against them, what about Jack’s beacon theory? How could anyone or anything get an object of that size and magnitude into the ground, and then raise it up with such destructive force?

Looking outside, Maya asked, “Where are we going?”

“My great aunt owns some land out this way in White’s Creek. It’s only a couple of miles from here. She’s in Florida living with my Uncle William for now, so I keep my eye on the place for her. It’ll be a good spot for us to regroup—catch a few hours of sleep. We can figure out what our next move is going to be.”

Maya smiled at Reno, sliding her hand inside of his. He glanced over at her, looking down at their interlocked fingers and then up into her face.

“Thanks for sticking with me,” Maya said.

“No problem. We’re partners. Right?”

She squeezed his hand. “Friends.” Then she let it go.

Reno smiled back at her, nodding. He cleared his throat and looked at the traffic, which had begun to thin out the farther they got from downtown Nashville. He drove a few more miles and turned onto several country roads before pulling into a dirt driveway. A quaint, ranch-style house stood at the end of the path, its lawn’s grass overgrown but with the windows and roof in decent shape—nobody had been living here for quite some time, but the house looked habitable. Empty fields stretched to each horizon, not another house visible. Reno pulled up next to the propane tank before shutting off the rig’s engine. Maya climbed out first.

“It’s beautiful out here,” Maya said. “Why don’t you live in this place if your great aunt and uncle are in Florida so much?”

“Too far from work. I stay here on the weekends sometimes, but that Monday morning commute is a pain. Plus, it feels a little weird. My great uncle, with some help from my grandfather, built this place with his bare hands. If the house is passed down to me when my aunt passes, which I hope isn’t anytime soon, I might move in. Until then, I’ll keep an eye on it for her.”

Reno unlocked the front door and they walked inside, breathing in air that was heavy with dust and the smell of old mothballs. It reminded Maya of her grandmother’s house in Birmingham, where she’d spent three weeks every summer until she’d turned fifteen.

“Make yourself at home,” Reno said. “I’m gonna check and see what kind of food is here. I usually stock some canned goods, but I can’t remember what I’ve got.”

“Would you mind if I took a shower? That’s all I can think about right now.”

“No problem. You want to wash your clothes, too? I’d let you wear some of my aunt’s, but I’d never be able to look at you the same way again.”

Maya laughed, blushing.

“Come on,” Reno said, blustering through the awkward silence. “I’ll show you to the bathroom.”

He led her to the master bedroom, where he went into the closet and grabbed a towel and a robe.

“You can put this on when you get out of the shower—while your clothes are washing.”

“That’ll work,” Maya said, smiling.

“Throw your clothes on the ground out here and holler at me before you jump in the shower. I’ll come grab ‘em and get ‘em in the wash.”

“Thanks again for doing all this—getting us out of the chaos for a few hours.”

Reno chortled. “Quit thanking me, all right? You’d do the same for me.”

Maya smiled and nodded as Reno left the bedroom. She walked into the bathroom and shut the door. Glancing in the mirror, she shuddered at her own reflection. Her white tank top had turned black with grease and dirt. Grime covered her arms and she had dark spots on her face. Even though she’d showered when they’d gotten off shift not that much earlier, she looked like she hadn’t bathed in weeks. She let down her hair and fluffed it.

“You’re a mess, girl,” she muttered as she stripped out of her clothes. When she took off her sports bra and panties, she suddenly realized Reno would be handling them if she dropped all of her clothes on the floor. It’s not like she wore sexy lingerie to work—but that level of privacy was usually reserved for married couples or people living together. Suddenly, she felt strange leaving her undergarments on the floor for Reno.

Maya put on the robe and walked out into the living room. Reno stood in the kitchen opening a box of pasta.

“I told you I’d throw your dirty clothes in the washing machine.”

“It’s okay. I said I’d do it, but you didn’t hear me,” she lied. “Where are the washer and dryer?”

“Go right through this door and you’ll be in the mudroom. Washer and dryer are in there. Take your time. I’ll do my laundry later.”

Maya got the washing machine going and then went back into the kitchen.

“Find the detergent and everything?” Reno asked.

“Yup. It was all right there.”

“Cool. How’s pasta and frozen veggies sound? I know it’s not much, but it’s about all we got.”

“That’s about what I’d expect from a single guy in his 20s,” Maya said, smiling.

Reno laughed and focused back on the pasta before him.

“Seriously. That sounds great.” She walked past him. “Now, I’m really going to shower.”

When Maya was finished showering, she stood in front of the mirror and brushed her hair in the still steam-filled room. The warm air relaxed her aching muscles even as the aroma of warm olive oil filtered through the vents and forced a rumble from Maya’s stomach. Leaving her hair down to let it dry, she put on the robe again and walked out to the kitchen.

“It smells delicious,” Maya said, smiling as she entered the living room and turned the corner to see Reno setting the table in the dining room.

“Like I said, it isn’t much, but it’s something. Maybe we can go out later and check the stores nearby.”

Maya walked into the kitchen.

Along with the pasta, Reno had prepared sautéed green beans and baked potato wedges. A bottle of red wine sat in the center of the table, and he had already poured a glass for each of them.

“Little Penguin,” Maya said, looking at the bottle. “Nice.”

“I know it’s cheap, but it’s all we’ve got for now.”

“It’s all right, I’m teasing you. I’ll drink any merlot. Why do you have wine here, anyway? Is this where you bring all your girlfriends?”

Reno snorted. “Yeah, exactly. You caught me.”

Maya laughed and kept her eyes on him as she took a sip from the glass.

Reno stood up. “I’m gonna turn on the TV so we can see what’s going on,” he said, but Maya grabbed his arm as he walked toward the television.

“Please don’t. I’m really enjoying the serenity here. Let’s eat and relax for a little while without thinking about what’s going on.”

“What is going on, Maya? What are we doing?”

She cocked her head to the side, mindlessly cutting a potato wedge with her knife.

“We’re saving people. Doing our jobs.”

“Not anymore. Things aren’t like that now.” Reno raised both hands and let them slap against his legs before continuing. “Whatever is happening is beyond normal. We need to focus on us, get you to your kids.”

Reno returned to his seat and sat down. They started eating, and neither spoke. As much as Maya didn’t want to think about the obelisk, and the dome, and all the crazy stuff Jack had said, she couldn’t help it. She was worried about her kids and her mom. Every thirty seconds or so, she glanced at her phone, and no matter how many times she looked, the cell signal didn’t return. Finally realizing it might not return anytime soon, she slammed her elbows onto the table and buried her face in her hands.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I can’t reconcile my guilt. There are so many people out there that need our help.”

“And we’ve done what we can. We’ll continue to do what we can. But we have to take care of each other, and you have to get to your kids. Nobody cares more about them than you.”

She smiled, knowing who he was talking about. Reno knew her better than she wanted to admit.

“I know.” She ran her fingers through her hair, nearly pulling it out, and then placed her hands on the table.

“And I’m going to help you get to them. We’re partners.” Reno wiped his mouth and moved into the chair next to Maya. He took her hand in his.

“Hopefully, It won’t be long before the government figures out what’s going on, and then that dome is going to come down. Everything is gonna be all right and we’ll be back on our regular shift—helping people. But until that happens, I’m not leaving your side.”

Maya smiled, gazing into Reno’s brown eyes. “I can’t thank you enough. For sticking with me. Bringing me here to this house and cooking—all that.” She gripped his hand. “I’m really lucky to have you, Reno.”

Reno smiled and Maya could see his eyes alight from more than just the wine. He slowly leaned forward until she could almost taste the merlot on his breath. Maya felt a flutter in her stomach and she squeezed his hand.

She closed her eyes and then opened them, standing up so quickly that the chair almost fell back onto the floor.

“I-I’m so sorry,” Reno said. “I wasn’t thinking. That was stupid.”

“No. It’s okay.” She raised her glass and let out a forced laugh. “Probably just the wine talking.”

“Yeah, probably.” Reno averted his gaze.

Maya ran her clammy hands together and stood. “Thanks for cooking for me. I’m gonna go and get my clothes out of the dryer and head to bed. You should probably do the same. We need to rest while we can.”

“Yeah.”

Maya considered telling him not to be embarrassed about what had just happened, but knew that would only make things more awkward. Instead, she went to the mudroom and grabbed her clothes. And although he wasn’t that much younger than her, Maya did take a moment to revel in the fact that he had been attracted to her, older as she might be.

She walked to the bedroom then, but with so many thoughts running through her head, she didn’t think she would be getting much sleep.

17

Maya awoke the next morning with the sheets clinging to her sweaty skin. She couldn’t remember the nightmare, but she knew it had involved her kids and Gerald.

Sitting up, she massaged her forehead and rubbed her eyes. Blackout curtains kept the room dark, but she could see sunlight through a crack. She’d fallen asleep in her freshly clean white tank top and underwear. After a big yawn, she slipped into her pants and went to look for Reno.

She peeked into the open bedroom where he had said he would sleep. The bed was made and the room looked exactly as it had the night before. Maya heard noises coming from the living room, though, so she walked out there.

Reno had climbed behind the television and was fumbling with connectors and wires. A digital antenna sat on the table next to the TV, and static covered the screen. Blankets had been bunched up on one end of the couch with a pillow at the other.

“Did you sleep out here?” Maya asked.

Reno jumped up and poked his head out from behind the television. “You scared me.”

“Sorry. I thought you heard me come in.”

“Yeah, I slept out here.” Reno wiped sweat from his brow. “I tried getting the TV working last night, but I couldn’t. Decided I’d rather sleep close to the front door so I could hear if someone tried to break in or something.”

“Don’t you think that’s a little paranoid?”

Reno didn’t respond. He just ducked back behind the TV.

Stretching and fighting off another yawn, Maya shook her head and decided it wasn’t worth pursuing. The smell of freshly brewed coffee came from the kitchen, and Maya nearly had to keep herself from running for a mug. Finding one already set out for her, she poured herself a full cup, mixing in powdered creamer and a half-teaspoon of sugar. A box of Fruit Loops sat on the counter next to a gallon of water. She laughed, thinking that she had never had cereal with water. And she wasn’t about to start now.

“What?” Reno asked from the other room.

“Nothing.” Maya smiled and poured herself a bowl of dry cereal.

She sat at the kitchen table and checked her phone—no signal. She heard Reno cursing and looked up to see him waving the antenna around, moving it into different configurations. The static remained on the screen. He finally tossed the antenna down onto the table and sank back into the couch.

“Stupid thing. I was really hoping we’d get a signal so we could see what’s going on.”

“We aren’t going to have any communications until that dome comes down,” Maya said.

“If it comes down.”

“Don’t say that, Reno. It will. And at least we have water and electricity.”

“For now.”

Maya furrowed her brow. “What’s your problem? You’ve been the one telling me to stay calm.”

“Things might be fine outside the dome, but the situation inside is going to get really bad, fast. The more time that passes, the more claustrophobic everyone is going to get. There isn’t enough space for hundreds of thousands of people to live here. Shit, I couldn’t get through the gridlock on Hillsboro Pike before the dome went up.”

“Then I guess it’s a good thing we’re way out here in White’s Creek and not in the city.”

Reno shook his head. “That’s not good enough.”

“What do you mean?”

“You saw the people out there. How long before they totally lose it? How long before people start breaking into places because they can’t find food or water?”

“Don’t you think that’s a little bit of an overreaction? This isn’t a movie.”

“No, it’s not a movie. This is real. And we’ve gotta be prepared to protect ourselves.”

“So, what do you suggest we do?”

“For now, we’re safe here with a pretty good supply of dry goods. I checked the pantry when you went to bed. But we’ve got nothing other than kitchen knives to defend ourselves. That won’t work. I’ve got a good friend who lives over in Donelson. Sean—he’s a big gun nut. I think, if we can get to him, that he might be willing to hook us up.”

“If he’s such a big gun enthusiast, what makes you think he’s going to be willing to give any of his weapons away at a time like this?”

“Because we’re really tight. Plus, he owes me.”

For what? Maya wondered to herself.

“You’re probably right that it’s for the best,” she said after another moment. “We should head over there soon, and then we can come back and figure out what our next move is going to be. There has to be some way to get through that dome.”

“All right,” Reno said. “I’ll go get dressed and then we’ll leave.”

They headed toward the Donelson neighborhood east of town. According to Reno, his friend Sean lived halfway between the airport and the Grand Ole Opry, off Briley Parkway.

Reno drove again. She felt weird, almost possessive about the rig when they were working—she was the unofficial driver—but now, those kinds of things felt so much less important. Maya couldn’t stop thinking about her kids, and she regretted that moment in the last conversation with her mother where she’d been given the opportunity to speak to them, and instead she’d said she would call back later to talk to them. Then the dome had come, taking away the option. She knew they were in good hands with her mother, but she wanted to hear their voices. Even though Laura was becoming more rebellious and could sometimes be cruel toward her brother, the three of them still had an inseparable bond. It had been that way since Gerald had left. It was true that both kids loved their father, but although Maya would never force them to choose a side, she knew that they understood why she’d had to divorce the man—she knew she had a bond with them that he didn’t; the three of them were a family on their own.

Then her thoughts went from her children to the crazy prepper, Jack. While the idea of aliens being behind the obelisk in Centennial Park seemed ridiculous, she couldn’t help but ponder it as one of the possible explanations. In fact, every time she tried to dismiss Jack’s theory, she always came back to the same unanswered question.

How did that obelisk get there in the first place?

As they drove through the more rural area of White’s Creek and into the city, Maya was reminded of what was taking place in the streets. Reno had to slow down to fifteen miles per hour to avoid parked cars and meandering people—both of which shouldn’t have been in the middle of Briley Parkway.

“It’s getting worse,” Reno said. “People are abandoning their cars because of the gridlock. The dome has stopped traffic completely. I wonder what lower Broadway looks like?”

“We should head that way,” Maya said. “People probably need our help.”

Reno rolled his eyes. “So do your kids.”

“Yeah… but like you said, they’re probably safer on the other side of the dome. And what if we can’t escape? We can’t drive around the city, looking for a way out. People would have found it by now if there were one. We have a responsibility to treat the injured here, now.”

“We talked about this, Maya. We need to look out for ourselves. You’ve got kids to think about—”

“I know! Can you please stop reminding me about my kids?”

Reno sighed. She leaned back in the chair and rubbed her forehead.

“Look, I’m sorry. I will go to the ends of the Earth to find Aiden and Laura, but they’re on the other side. I’m trying to keep my mind off of them by focusing on the people inside the dome. I really don’t know what else to do.”

“It’s okay. I know what you’re going through must be tough. What’s important is that we stay together. I think the best thing to do might be to go see Sean and see what he can do for us. He’s got some street hustler in him, so he might even have heard about what’s going on. And if we can’t get through the dome, then we head back downtown and do what we can to help the city.”

Maya nodded. Then she looked outside again.

A fight had broken out not far from the road, between two groups of people carrying signs and screaming at each other. One man threw a punch, and the rest dropped their signs and joined the fray.

Maya looked away.

I hope there’s a city left to help.

18

Sean’s house sat at the front side of a subdivision at the end of a cul-de-sac. The people living there had left—many of the homes sat with their front doors open and had broken windows facing the street. It appeared to Maya as if looters had already swept through the neighborhood, which didn’t bode well for the rest of the city trapped beneath the dome.

They pulled into Sean’s driveway and Reno unfastened his seatbelt. “Hang here, okay?”

Maya furrowed her brow. “You seem nervous. I thought this guy was one of your best friends.”

“He is. But, like I said, he’s different. It’ll be all right.”

Reno stepped out of the vehicle and walked up to the front door. Maya stayed in the passenger seat where she had a clear view of the front porch, watching as Reno knocked and placed his hands on his hips as he waited. Twenty seconds passed with no answer, and Reno side-stepped to a nearby window and cupped his hands around his face, trying to see inside. He knocked again, adding a ring of the doorbell this time. Turning back to Maya, he shrugged and stepped down the single step.

Then the door opened.

A man with long brown hair and a beard stepped out. Reno greeted him, but the scraggly man wasn’t paying much attention to Reno. He looked past his visitor instead, the man’s eyes darting back and forth as if he expected an attack at any moment. When he saw Maya and the rig, he pushed past Reno and ran toward it.

Maya locked her door and then jumped into the driver’s seat. She hit the locks as the guy made it to the rig and pressed his hands against the driver’s side window.

Reno caught up to him then and grabbed the guy by the arm.

“What are you doing, Sean?”

That’s Sean? What kind of friends does Reno keep?

“What am I doing?” Sean asked. “What are you doing, parking an ambulance in my front yard?”

“It’s the only vehicle we have, man.”

“Well, get it out of here before those savages find it.”

“Savages? What are you talking about?”

“Raiders. Looters. Goddamned criminals. They’re going to see this thing and want it.”

“Look, calm down. Everything’s all—”

“No!” Sean said, cutting Reno off. “This thing can’t sit here. You’ve got to move it. Put it in the garage. I don’t care where, but get it out of my driveway.”

“This thing ain’t going to fit in the garage,” Reno said.

“Then park it in the backyard, Reno. Behind the house and out of sight. Drive it through the gate.”

Reno looked into the rig at Maya. “Pull through and around back when he opens it.”

Maya looked at Sean, and then back to Reno.

“Maya?”

She waited for Sean to walk to the gate before answering Reno. “Are you sure we can trust him? He seems unhinged.”

“Aren’t we all? He’s scared. Like everyone else.”

“And what was he talking about, ‘raiders?’ Maybe we should go somewhere else.”

“It’s fine. Just pull around into the backyard, all right?”

Sean had opened the wrought-iron gate and was waiting for Maya to pull the rig forward. She shook her head and exhaled loudly enough to make Reno roll his eyes before putting the vehicle into drive and moving it into the backyard.

Sean pointed to a spot and Maya stopped there. He then went into the shed and came out holding a blue tarp. In another moment, he was jumping up onto the hood.

“Hey!” Maya said, getting out of the rig. “What are you doing?”

“I’ve got to try and hide this thing, so they don’t see it.”

“Who?”

Sean ignored her. The tarp rattled in the breeze, its edges flapping like birds. He unfolded the edges and Maya could see that the tarp would easily cover the roof of a small house.

Maya gave Reno another look then, her eyes tight and sharp, making sure he understood how uncomfortable this all made her feel. Reno held up his index finger.

“What’s going on, Sean?” Reno asked. “You gotta talk to me, man.”

“Let’s go inside,” Sean said, finishing up with the tarp. He went through the back door before either Reno or Maya could say anything else.

“I promise we can trust him,” Reno said to Maya. Then he followed Sean inside.

Maya put her hands on her hips and looked around. Reno wouldn’t lead her into a dangerous situation—she believed that without question. Taking one last look at the covered rig, she followed the men inside. She stopped just inside the back door.

Pistols and rifles of all shapes and sizes covered the kitchen table, along with boxes of ammunition. Sean sat on the sofa in the living room just beyond the kitchen, his hands wrapped around a shotgun. A pack of Marlboro Reds and a Harley Davidson Zippo sat on the coffee table amidst a sea of empty Budweiser bottles, a buck knife, and a single, thin LED penlight.

“You gonna tell me what’s going on now?” Reno asked Sean.

“There’s a gang looting this neighborhood. They’ve been going through houses, shaking people down for water, food, weapons—anything they find useful. This guy—Roy—is nothing but a low-life. He’s the one in charge.”

“Do you know him?” Reno asked.

Sean nodded. “He hangs out at the shooting range. He lives in the back of this development. Constantly jamming “Free Bird” through shitty Jensen speakers hanging in his garage. Total asshole. I would’ve banned him from my range a long time ago if he and his dumb-ass buddies didn’t spend so much money there.”

“How many people are in this gang of his?” Maya asked.

“Ten at the most. Probably closer to six. Enough to cause problems for unarmed, regular folks. Not me.”

“Have they killed anyone?” Maya asked.

“Don’t know. I don’t think Roy is that type, but I can imagine, if someone didn’t give him what he wanted, he might.”

“Jesus,” Reno said. “People are going off the rails fast.”

“Everyone’s freaking out about that dome,” Sean said. “I think Roy is convinced it’s the work of the government, and he’s ready for war.”

“So why haven’t they tried shaking you down yet?” Maya asked.

Sean put out his arms. “Look around, sweetheart. Roy knows better. They might have me outnumbered, but I’m prepared for anything. He’s come this way twice with his crew and tried negotiating with me, but I’ve chased them away both times. I don’t trust him.”

“Let’s pack all this up and get out of here,” Reno said. “We’re staying at my aunt’s place in White’s Creek. It’s quiet there, at least for now. You can come with us.”

“No can do.”

“Why not?”

“I’m not gonna leave my house just because some paranoid, redneck asshole thinks he can force me out.”

“Put your pride aside, man. You can come back once things cool off a bit.”

“And who’s to say that’s going to happen?”

“The dome will come down,” Maya said before Reno could answer. “It has to.”

Sean raised his eyebrows. “Does it?”

Maya stared at him for a moment before looking away. She felt her face flushing and butterflies taking flight in her stomach. She was responsible for Laura and Aiden, so she couldn’t believe otherwise. This craziness would end. It had to.

Sean shifted his gaze to Reno. “What are you two doing here, anyway?”

“You’re the one guy I know who has all this.” Reno gestured to the guns in the room. “I was hoping we could borrow a few.”

Sean laughed. He looked back and forth between his two guests, and then the smile disappeared.

“You’re serious?”

“You’re the only one here. Do you really need all of these?”

“With no idea of what’s next? Yeah, I do. We don’t know if that dome is ever coming down. We’re like rats in a cage, dude. Besides food and water, what do you think the next most precious commodity is going to be?”

“I’m not asking for much. A couple of pistols and maybe a shotgun. And enough ammunition to get us by. Maya and I need protection.”

“I’m sorry, Reno, I can’t do it.”

Reno shook his head. “I can’t believe you, man. After all I’ve done for you. That thing with your mom?”

“Not fair. Don’t bring that into this.”

“You know as well as I do she would have died if I hadn’t have been there to help her.”

“Screw you, Reno. None of that means shit right now.”

“Whatever.” Reno turned away and headed for the back door. “Let’s go, Maya. Coming here was a mistake.”

Outside, a car horn blared, freezing Maya and Reno.

Sean went to the window, used two fingers to split the blinds, and gazed upon the street. “Shit.”

“Who’s out there?” Reno asked.

“Who you think?”

Sean went to the sofa and picked up two handguns. He placed them in holsters, one on each hip. Then he picked up an assault rifle, made sure it was loaded, and went to the front door.

“What are you doing?” Reno asked.

“Protecting myself and my property. Second amendment.”

“You going to shoot him?” Maya asked.

“Don’t do this, Sean,” Reno said.

Sean unlocked the door and opened it. “Stay here and don’t get involved.” He slammed the door behind him.

“Shit!”

“Do you think he’ll really shoot that guy?” Maya asked, catching Reno’s eye.

“I don’t know.” Reno clasped his hands behind his head. He then went to the door.

“You’re not going out there.”

“I have to! I can’t let him do something stupid. Something he’ll regret forever.”

Outside, they heard Sean shouting at another man.

“Don’t go out there,” Maya said. “I don’t want you to get—”

A gunshot from the street rattled Maya. She dropped to the ground and covered her head. Reno ducked into another room.

Maya waited for more gunshots, but they never came.

“Oh, shit,” Reno said. “Sean!”

19

Blood splattered the window.

Reno opened the door and raised his hands to his head when he saw Sean’s body lying on the porch.

Maya jumped up and rushed to the door, but when she saw Sean’s body, she immediately knew he was dead.

“Sean,” Reno said, dropping down next to him—without apparent consideration for what else was happening nearby.

“Get back inside,” Maya said, her words soft and her hands shaking.

She counted six men in the road. One said something as she watched, and then two others flanked him, walking toward the house.

“Now!” Maya pulled on Reno’s arm. “He’s gone. We can’t help him.”

Reno grabbed the assault rifle Sean had carried outside before racing back into the house with Maya. He slammed the door shut and locked it. Maya hurried to the back door and did the same. The two met in the living room.

Footsteps sounded from the front porch, and the men outside knocked on the door.

“Let us in, and this will end best for all of us,” one of the men said.

“No way I’m opening that door,” Reno said quietly to Maya.

“We’ve got to get in the rig and get out of here before they go into the backyard and find it. They’re going to want everything inside.”

Reno nodded at her. “Let’s grab what we can and get out of here.”

Maya took a pistol and a shotgun off the table. She shoved the pistol into the back of her pants and winced as the cold steel of the barrel touched the skin at the small of her back. Then she grabbed boxes of ammunition.

“We’re getting tired of waiting out here!” the man on the porch said loudly. “Let us in, and we’ll take what we want. Then you can leave. But if you don’t… well, I must say that the woman I saw in there looked quite lovely. I might have to have a little fun with her, whether she likes it or not.”

Reno bit his lip and took a few stomps toward the door before Maya stopped him with a hand on his arm. She said, “There’s at least six of them, maybe more. Let’s go now and hope they’re not already at the back door.”

He stared at the front door for another second, but then said, “You’re right. Come on.”

They hurried out the back door as the men at the front continued to pound on the door, their fists getting louder. Maya sighed, thankful the men had not yet circled around the house.

Reno ripped the tarp off the rig while Maya hopped into the driver’s seat. She waited for Reno to get in before she stuck the keys in the ignition, not wanting to crank up the engine and draw attention until the last possible moment. He jumped in then, and she’d already started to turn the key when she had a thought.

“Get us out of here,” Reno said.

“We can’t leave yet.”

“The hell we can’t. Go!”

“No, we can’t. We’re going to leave all those guns inside? Once we take off, they’re going to break in and take them. And then none of the people who live around here will stand a chance.”

“We don’t have time to go back inside—there are too many weapons to grab in one trip and get out of here, Maya.”

Maya saw something red in the weeds on the edge of the lawn.

“Maya!”

“Jump in the driver’s seat and be ready to get us out of here.” She got out, ignoring Reno. Maya ran to the weeds and picked up a red gas can. She shook it, feeling about a gallon sloshing around inside the two-and-a-half gallon can. Maya glanced at the rig to see the look on Reno’s face—his mouth was open and his eyes were wide—before sprinting back into the house through the back door.

Maya filled a blue plastic bag with as much snack food as she could grab off the kitchen counter and then tied it through a belt loop.

After running through the kitchen, she dumped the gasoline onto the sofa and all over the carpet. She soaked the furniture. Then she grabbed the Zippo, the buck knife, and the penlight off the coffee table. Maya hoped the men were too stupid or cocky to send someone around to the back door—at least, not so quickly. Otherwise, things would get more complicated, and in a hurry.

“All right,” the man outside said suddenly. The pounding on the door had stopped, and she realized they were out of time. “We tried playing nice. Now we’re gonna have to break this door down.”

Stupid and cocky, she thought.

Maya flicked the lighter twice, and it ignited on the second try. She touched the Zippo to the couch and took a step back as flames raced up the cushions and crawled up the walls. Maya felt the heat on her face and smelled the bitter tang of gasoline as she ran for the back door and onto the back patio.

“I can see the back of an ambulance back here!” a man yelled. He stood across the yard, and when he made eye contact with Maya, he grinned.

Maya froze. Reno and the rig had been parked around the corner of the house. He wouldn’t know she was in danger.

“What’s the matter, sweetie? Didn’t think we’d walk around back? Where’s your dark friend?”

With a trembling hand, Maya drew the handgun from the back of her pants. She pointed it at the man.

He laughed and raised his hands. “Oh, all right. You got me. I give up!” But he continued to laugh, taking another step closer.

Maya’s lips trembled as she tried to keep her sight on the man’s chest. She shook her head, dropped the barrel, and then raised it up again.

“Don’t make me do this,” she said, taking another step toward the rig.

“You won’t, honey, you won’t. You ain’t got the balls.”

He reached for the gun in his own holster then, and Maya pulled the trigger of hers. The report echoed across the fields, and the kick sent a jolt of pain from her wrists to her shoulders.

The man let out a yelp and looked behind him to where the bullet had gone through the wooden privacy fence. He looked back at her and laughed.

“You stupid bitch.” He raised his gun up, and Maya fired a second time.

This time, she didn’t miss.

The bullet caught the man in the stomach and he fell to the ground.

“Goddammit!” he cried out.

Smoke billowed from the windows and open door of the house, and she heard the men on the front porch yelling.

Maya sprinted to the rig as the man she’d shot rolled over and fired in her direction. Reno kicked the passenger door open and Maya dove inside. Bullets whizzed by, and she shut the door without being hit.

“Go! Go!” she screamed.

They had five seconds, maybe less, before more men with guns came around back or the entire house exploded—neither of which seemed like something she wanted to stick around to see.

Reno slammed on the gas pedal as bullets shattered the back window of the rig. He cut around the corner and crashed through the closed gate. Two armed men on the other side dove out of the way as the rig sped past.

As the vehicle raced out into the street, Maya saw Roy staring them down. The two made eye contact as he lifted a rifle to his shoulder. Maya ducked.

Two gunshots rang out, but neither hit the rig.

She looked out of her window as they turned the corner at the end of the street. Roy raised a middle finger in their direction as flames engulfed what was left of Sean’s house.

20

Reno sped down the road, their tires screeching as he turned the corner.

“Holy shit!” he said, slamming his hands on the steering wheel.

Maya stared straight ahead, seemingly unaware of her surroundings. Her hands shook, and when she looked down to see the gun in her hand, she realized what she’d done.

“I shot someone,” she said, thinking it to herself out loud.

“You did what you had to do.”

Her hands continued to shake. All her years spent saving lives, and now she had crossed that line—and she couldn’t undo what had happened. Violent car accidents and shootings had always been the most difficult calls for Maya. Gunshot victims became victims. And now she had become a perpetrator.

“Listen to me,” Reno said, taking her hand and pulling her out of her thoughts. “You didn’t have a choice. He was going to hurt you. You saved lives by setting that house on fire, and you saved us by acting quickly. Another few seconds, and that entire crew of thugs would have been firing at us.”

“Let’s not talk about it anymore,” Maya said. “Every day I’ve tried saving lives. And now…”

On the way back to White’s Creek, the rig’s radio had gone to static and crowds became more prominent. Maya noticed fewer emergency personnel around now, despite the apparent slide into anarchy. She would have expected martial law to be declared and curfews initiated, but who would be left to enforce them if or when that did happen? It seemed as though the authority figures inside the dome had found themselves in the same dire situation as the average citizen. Instinctively, she guessed that most people had reverted to evolutionary instinct, choosing to protect their own families—at all costs.

“It’s getting crazy out here,” Reno said.

Maya looked to the sky. “We should get back to the house. I have a feeling that things are only going to get worse when the sun goes down.”

She felt the torque of the engine as Reno hit the gas. He had turned the siren on, although it probably had little to no effect on the people in the streets.

“Shit,” Reno said.

Ahead, dozens of people and parked cars blocked the interstate. These folks held not only signs, but baseball bats and steel pipes.

“I’m gonna take this exit and try to drive around them.”

Reno veered off the highway. By the time he saw the roadblock at the end of the off-ramp, though, it was too late. And even if could have turned around, the people behind them still blocked the interstate to White’s Creek.

“Go back,” Maya said.

Reno slammed on the brakes. Several people at the end of the ramp rushed forward, wielding bats, pipes, and two-by-fours. He threw the gear shifter into reverse and hit the gas without checking his mirrors. When Reno did look up, he cursed as he slammed on the brakes again.

“Why did you stop?”

“A big truck just pulled in behind us and stopped!”

Maya looked in the mirror and saw the pickup truck. Three men jumped out of the back and walked up toward the rig. She reached down to the floor, trying to find the gun. But before she could locate it, a man appeared at her window, knocking on it with the barrel of his own shotgun. He yanked at the handle, but the door was locked.

“Open up!” he said, his bloodshot eyes staring back at her from beneath a mop of greasy, red hair. The man’s shirt sleeves had been torn off and his blue jeans appeared to be covered in motor oil.

Maya glanced at Reno. Another man stood at the driver’s side door, holding a baseball bat. Reno shook his head.

“We don’t want to hurt you,” the man said. “We simply want the medical supplies.”

“If your people are hurt, we can help,” Maya said. “Please put down the weapons.”

“Ain’t gonna work like that,” the man said. “I’m sorry, but we’ll decide who gets help and who doesn’t.”

Reno glanced at the guns on the stretcher, the ones they’d taken from Sean’s house. He looked at Maya, and this time she shook her head.

“Let them have the supplies,” Maya said.

“What? No!”

“What are we going to do? Shoot them? They have guns, too. And I’m not going to resort to that. I can’t. Not again.”

The man with the shotgun again knocked on Maya’s window. “Come on now. You letting us in or not?”

Maya reached for the unlock button. She looked at Reno once more. Sweat had collected on his brow, and he raised both hands into the air. She pressed the button and opened the door.

“Good,” the man said, opening her door all the way. “Now get out.”

Maya obeyed, and so did Reno. The man on the driver’s side jumped into the rig and scampered into the back.

“Woo! Jackpot, boys!”

He returned holding a shotgun, showing it to the man standing next to Maya.

“Damn. Does every ambulance carry these?”

“You can have it all,” Maya said. “We don’t want anyone else getting hurt.”

“Uh, yeah. Thanks. As if we needed your permission.”

The man narrowed his eyes as a glint of metal caught his attention. He reached down beneath the passenger seat and pulled out the Glock that Maya had dropped. Looking at it, he smirked. He flipped it around, took hold of it by the barrel, and offered it to Maya. She stared at the gun, and then looked into the man’s eyes.

“You’re going to need to protect yourself out there. Take it.”

Maya’s hand shook as she took the gun from him, her eyes never leaving his.

“Both of you are welcome to join us.”

“Why didn’t you ask first instead of stopping the rig and dragging us out?”

“Sorry, but that’s the way it is now. It’s a dog-eat-dog world.”

“It doesn’t have to be.”

“Whatever,” the man said with a smile. “But it would be nice to have paramedics around.”

“We’re not joining a gang,” Maya said.

“Survival, baby. That’s what this is all about.”

“Well, I hope it makes you feel safer. But we’ll be on our way.”

The man stared at her for a moment before stepping aside. “Let them pass.”

She nodded at the man as Reno walked around to the front of the rig.

“Thanks for the stuff,” the man said, laughing.

Maya didn’t look at him again. Instead, she walked alongside Reno, passing through the crowd that had parted to let them pass.

21

Night arrived on the heels of the setting sun, offering a deceptive moment of beauty in an unsettled world. The day’s heat gave way to an early autumn chill. For the first time since the obelisk had exploded from the ground, destroyed the Parthenon, and dropped an invisible dome over Nashville, Maya and Reno trekked through the city on foot.

“I should have tried driving through them,” Reno said.

“They would have shot at us.”

“You really think so?”

“It wasn’t worth taking the risk,” Maya said, her eyes straight ahead. “We would have eventually been robbed of the rig.”

“We lost a reliable vehicle, a shit-ton of medical gear, and our guns.”

“But we’re alive, right?”

And that was all that mattered to Maya. Outside, the government and military had to be working on a way to bring down the dome. Once this ended, Nashville would go back to the way it had been. And Maya was going to make sure she was around to raise her children. If that meant giving up some medical supplies to stay alive, then so be it.

The partners continued walking down the middle of the road, still about fifteen miles from Reno’s aunt’s house in White’s Creek—too much ground to cover during the night when things felt more dangerous, out of control. They would have to find somewhere to rest for the evening, and that would present its own challenges.

They occasionally saw small groups of people, some arguing and others staring at them as they walked past. People had started fires, and several cars had been up-ended in the middle of the road. But Maya and Reno kept walking, moving through, doing their best to avoid any more altercations. Maya kept her hand on the Glock tucked into the front of her waistband, but kept it hidden beneath her shirt. Even though he was more comfortable handling fire arms, Reno had insisted she keep a gun on her—in the event that they became separated, or worse.

“I honestly don’t know if we should be looking for people or avoiding them,” Reno said as they hit a stretch of highway with nobody else around. “But I’ve got one hell of a cramp in my calf, so we might think about stopping somewhere for the night.”

Maya scanned the road a few hundred yards ahead and saw what looked like a small group of men standing around something on the ground. They were laughing and shouting out obscenities, and as she got closer, she noticed one of them kicking at something on the ground. And with that, Maya realized that it wasn’t a something on the ground, but a someone. A man had curled up into a fetal position and covered his head with his hands as the group of people kicked him. This wasn’t like the fistfights or brawls Maya and Reno had seen breaking out across the city. These people were beating this man brutally, and he appeared to be defenseless.

“We have to stop this.”

“It’s none of our business,” Reno said. “They haven’t seen us yet. Keep moving.”

“You think we should let that group of people beat that man to death?”

“I don’t want to get involved, Maya. Maybe there’s a good reason they’re attacking him.”

Maya knew Reno was right. They couldn’t save everyone, everywhere. Unless the danger threatened their lives, she had to avoid it. Not only for Reno’s sake, but for Laura and Aiden’s, as well. Even if it didn’t feel right. She approached the fight.

Two men stepped to the side then, and Maya looked over and down at the person being beaten.

“Jack?”

Maya ran toward him, and Reno followed her. “Let him go.” She stood over Jack while the other dozen or so people formed a circle around them.

A woman who had been kicking at Jack turned around and snarled at Maya. She was almost six feet tall, had spiked black hair, and wore a tank top that only partially covered her tattoos. “Piss off.”

“Let it go, Maya,” Reno said, catching up to her, pushing through several people, and grabbing her arm. “Keep going.”

But Maya shook him off.

“Listen to him,” a man in the group said. “Stay out of it.”

“Why are you ganging up on him?” Maya asked.

“That’s none of your damn business,” the tall, burly woman said. “Get the hell out of here unless you want your face looking like this.”

The woman kicked Jack in the face, the toe of her combat boot hitting him in the eye. His head rocked back, and the others in the group laughed.

Maya stepped forward. “Don’t kick him again.”

The woman raised an eyebrow and glanced at her friends.

“What did you say?”

“Don’t kick him again,” Maya said again.

The people who had been beating Jack stepped back as the woman stepped toward Maya.

“You should’ve kept walking, bitch.” The woman drew a knife from a sheath on her hip.

Maya felt the grip of the Glock in her hand, but she was determined not to devolve into a criminal, like so many others appeared to be doing. Instead, she clenched her hands into fists.

“Forget it,” Reno said. He reached for her arm again, but she shrugged him off.

“You’ve got one last chance, Barbie. Either beat it, or I swear to Christ that I will cut you.”

Maya stood still—not speaking and not backing down.

The woman looked at the others in her group, laughing and shaking her head. As she turned back to Maya, she thrust the knife forward in a single motion. Maya sensed the move practically before she made it, and sidestepped the woman’s attack.

“You’re quick for a soccer mom.”

The woman came at Maya again with a slash to her face while the others shouted and cheered on the combatants. Maya ducked and shoved the woman in the back, sending her tumbling to the ground. The woman got up, her eyes filled with rage. She wiped the saliva from the corner of her mouth and crouched down, pointing the tip of the knife at Maya’s face.

“That’s it, bitch. I’m done playing with you.”

She lunged at Maya again, wildly swinging the knife back and forth. Maya dodged every strike without so much as breaking a sweat, and then the woman screamed and leaped at Maya, who grabbed the woman’s wrist and twisted. The woman dropped the knife, and Maya twisted her arm and pinned it behind her back.

“No more,” Maya said. “If any of you take a step forward, I’ll break her arm in half.”

No one in the group moved. They stood still, only a few whispers breaking the silence.

“This guy is coming with us,” Maya said, gesturing to Jack. “Let us leave, and this ends here. No more violence.”

“Let them have the freak if they want him,” the woman said. “He’s nothing but a conspiracy-theory whack-job.”

The people stepped aside, allowing Jack to rise and move toward Maya and Reno. Jack trudged forward, his hands clutched his ribs as he winced with every breath. He stumbled into Reno, who put his arm around the man to keep him from falling to the ground.

“You’ve got the lunatic,” the woman said. “Now let me go.”

Maya gave the woman’s arm one last turn before pushing her away. The woman cried out as she was shoved forward, coming to a stop and shaking out her arm as she stared at Maya through bared teeth.

“We’re all in this together,” Maya said.

The woman snarled. “But only the strong will survive.”

Maya stared at the woman and shook her head, before joining Reno and Jack. She backed away beside them for a few steps, watching the group until she was satisfied they were going to be left alone. Then, she turned around and took Jack’s other arm, walking away and into the night.

22

“Stop,” Jack said. “We have to stop.”

After what felt like a much longer distance, they’d made it a half-mile down the road from where the beating had taken place. Maya and Reno, each with one of Jack’s arms around their neck, walked off the side of the road and helped him down. Maya put her hands on her hips and caught her breath.

“Man, what were you doing out here?” Reno asked Jack. “I thought you were heading home?”

Jack shrugged, but even this small movement stretched his stomach muscles and caused him to grimace. “I wasn’t going to be able to make it all the way back alone, so I was trying to recruit people. Guess they didn’t want to believe the truth about the dome.”

“Yeah, I figured it was that conspiracy theory shit that got you in trouble,” said Reno.

“You can’t go around talking about an alien invasion,” said Maya. “People are going to think you’ve lost your mind.”

Jack grimaced. He opened his mouth and then shut it quickly.

“I understand.”

Maya sat down next to Jack, and he smiled at her.

“Thanks. I owe you.”

“I would’ve stood up for anyone in that situation. It wasn’t a fair fight.”

“Well, I appreciate it. And you’ve proven yourself to be a good person, so I’d like to share something with you. Something that could get us out of here.”

Jack reached into his pocket and pulled out a small journal of handwritten pages. The bookmark in the middle was a folded piece of paper, which he looked at and then handed to Maya.

“What is this? How can you get us out from under the dome?” Maya asked, accepting the paper and unfolding it.

Maya reached for Sean’s Zippo, which she had shoved into her pocket after setting his couch on fire. She flicked it on and looked at the sheet of paper Jack had handed her.

“It’s a map,” she said, glancing up to Reno.

It was a map of Nashville. Other than some red lines drawn with marker and a few random notes, though, it didn’t appear to be anything she hadn’t seen before.

“It’s Nashville,” Reno said, sitting down on the other side of Maya and looking at the paper. “So what?”

“It’s not just the streets of Nashville,” Jack said, pointing at the crumpled map. “Those red lines—they’re tunnels. They run underneath the city. I found out about them a few years ago and started doing my own research.”

“Tunnels?” Maya asked. “I’ve never heard of any tunnels beneath Nashville.”

“That’s because they don’t exist,” Reno said.

“You can believe that if you want,” Jack said, leaning forward to make eye contact with Reno before looking at the map again. “I know you think I’m some lunatic prepper. But, I can assure you that those tunnels are there. And they might be your ticket out of the city.” He focused on Maya now. “To your family.”

Maya studied the map. Aliens still seemed like a stretch, but tunnels felt much more believable.

“How likely is it that the dome is only covering the surface?” Maya asked. “Do you think we’d be able to go under it through one of these tunnels?”

“There’s only one way to find out,” Jack said. “Some folks started digging at the base of the dome early on, but they gave up when they realized it extended down into the ground. But the tunnels are deeper and I don’t think we can assume the dome goes that deep.”

Maya looked at Reno. “What if these are really here? This could be my chance at getting to Aiden and Laura.”

Reno drew in a deep breath, adding a sigh. Then he shrugged. “It’s not like things are safe on the surface. I guess it’s worth a shot.”

Maya looked at the map again, smiling as her eyes traced over the lines Jack had drawn.

“Where can we enter the tunnels?” Reno asked.

Jack leaned in, pointed to a star he’d drawn on the map and describing the tunnel entrance as best as he could remember. They could get there within the hour, assuming they didn’t run into any more gangs.

“Thank you so much for this,” Maya said, smiling at Jack.

“You saved my life. Twice. It’s the least I can do.”

“Are you coming with us?”

“No,” he said, shaking his head. “I plan on heading down into those tunnels eventually, but I’ve got a few things to take care of first.”

Maya waited for a more specific explanation, but Jack didn’t provide one.

“I’ve got that map memorized, so don’t worry about taking it. You need it, but I don’t.”

“Are you sure you don’t need us?” Reno asked. “You took some shots.”

Jack smirked and then turned to Maya. “Get to your kids. Get through those tunnels if you can.”

Maya looked at the map once more before folding it up and putting it into her pocket.

“Thanks, Jack.”

“You’re welcome. Now, go.”

23

Maya and Reno walked most of the way to the tunnel entrance before finding a place to rest for the evening. The night had come on fast, and the darkness beneath the dome felt thick, almost soupy. The sky above the Nashville skyline glowed with a dull orange and Maya wondered how long it would be before power beneath the dome was cut. She felt like it was the conversation she and Reno had talked around while heading toward the tunnels.

“There’s no point in getting there tonight,” Reno said. “Let’s get some rest and wait until morning when the sun’s out, and then we should have an easier time locating the entrance.”

He’s right. You’ll get to your kids. Don’t worry. Stop and rest.

“All right,” she said. “We should probably conserve the batteries in the penlight anyway.” She handed it to Reno and he shoved it into his back pocket. “And put this in your sock, if you can. We should each have a weapon.”

Reno took the buck knife that Maya had taken from Sean’s and slid it inside of his boot.

They found an unlocked, abandoned car on the side of the road. Maya couldn’t quite figure out what people had been thinking when they’d left their cars. Hadn’t they considered what would happen when the dome was removed?

Unless they thought it won’t be.

Reno climbed into the passenger side and reclined the seat, giving Maya the back. The old Buick reeked of cigarette smoke and dirty diapers, but they’d be out of sight and could lock the doors.

Stretched out as much as she could be, she closed her eyes. Her muscles ached. And yet, all she could think about were her kids. She’d mentally blocked out the fact that she’d shot a man and gotten into a fight—things that would have been incomprehensible to her only a few days ago. Now, Maya just wanted to see Aiden and Laura, or at least know they were safe.

“Quite the day,” Reno said as he stared out the windshield.

“I’d rather not talk about it.”

“I understand.”

Maya saw Reno’s face tighten and his fingers fidgeted. When he didn’t speak again, she prompted him. “What?” she asked.

“I want to ask you a question.”

“One, Reno. Then I want to forget what happened today.”

“Where did you learn how to fight like that?”

“I’ve told you I’ve been a member of a dojo for a long time.”

“Yeah, but, and I don’t want this to come off the wrong way, but I always thought you meant a kick-boxing class at the Y or something. I didn’t know you were that serious.”

“Well, now you know I take it a little more serious than that,” she said, more curtly than she had intended.

Throughout the chaos of her divorce, Maya had never missed her Jiu-Jitsu class. It had remained her only outlet to get her away from the sour, downward spiral of the relationship. She’d tried other things like running, yoga, and meditation, but none of that had worked. None of those activities had been able to take her mind off of her failing marriage. But Jiu-Jitsu had helped clear her head and vent her frustrations in a healthy way. She’d even branched out and begun training in derivatives of Jiu-Jitsu, including several months of sword training in Aikido.

“You believe Jack, don’t you?” Reno asked after another moment.

“I don’t know if I believe every word he says. The alien stuff sounds delusional. But the tunnels don’t seem far-fetched. We are in the South. Tunnels weren’t that uncommon during the Civil War—Underground Railroad and such.”

For the first time in their entire relationship, Maya was hit with the fact that Reno’s ancestry was different than hers, and she suddenly felt awkward mentioning slavery, and then angry at herself for not understanding why she felt awkward.

“According to that map, the tunnels go beyond the edge of the dome,” she said to cover the sudden confusion she felt.

“But the question you asked Jack is valid. What if we run into the wall of the dome underground?”

Maya shrugged. “I don’t know. All I know is, I’m desperate to get to my kids. I’ll go underground if I have to.”

“I know.”

“And I know I’ve said this already, but thanks for sticking with me. I think others would have bailed by now.”

“Then they aren’t friends.”

Maya smiled and leaned up to put a hand on Reno’s shoulder. He put his hand over hers and tapped lightly.

“Goodnight, Maya.”

“Night.”

Maya checked the locks on the doors one last time before rolling onto her side and attempting to get some sleep. The humid air trapped inside the car would be the price she’d willingly pay to sleep with even a shred of security. She closed her eyes, pictured Aiden and Laura, and dozed off.

Maya floated in and out of several dreams until the morning sun began to heat the side of her face. She rolled over, and woke suddenly when she didn’t see Reno in the passenger seat. Sitting up and rubbing her eyes, she saw him perched on the guardrail with his back to the road. He turned around upon hearing her door open.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” he said, smiling.

Maya yawned as she stretched, and then walked over to sit down next to Reno. She wasn’t sure if the previous day’s altercations or the Buick were responsible for her muscle cramps, but at least she felt somewhat refreshed. She pulled her phone from her pocket to check the time and to see if she had service. Maybe the dome had miraculously disappeared overnight?

She pressed the home button but got nothing. Then she held down the power button and the red battery flashed on the screen.

“Damnit,” she said.

“You forgot to shut your phone off, didn’t you?”

“Yeah.”

Reno pulled out his and held it up, powering it on. He waited for his phone to power on, and then frowned. “Still no service. Remind me to check again. I’m down to 15% battery, so I’ve gotta shut it back off.”

Maya pulled out the map. Now, in the sunlight, she was better able to look closely at Jack’s markings. He might have seemed disturbed, but the level of detail he’d put into the map impressed her. Notes had been written and lines drawn in different colors—some more faded than others. The man had been working on the map for a long time. And for whatever reason, he had given it to her. She’d saved him twice, but it still seemed strange that Jack had handed this over to her so casually.

“You ready to get going?” Reno asked, standing above her now.

“Yeah.”

He reached down, offering her a hand and pulling Maya to her feet.

“Thanks.”

“No problem. You know where we’re going?”

Maya pointed to a place on the map. “According to this, if we head this way for about half a mile, we should be standing at the opening of a tunnel. I wish we had more than this single penlight, even though it’s got a bright LED bulb.”

“Yeah, but it’s not like we’re going to walk into a sporting goods store and buy more,” Reno said. “Let’s go. I’m ready to get off these damn streets.”

Maya sighed, hoping they’d fair better below the city than they had within it.

24

Maya glanced down at the map and then back up again. “The entrance should be right around here somewhere.”

She had followed a line on the map that had led them to a string of vacant factories. Grass had sprouted through the cracks in the asphalt parking lots. Kudzu covered the front of the building they faced, and junk trees grew out from the broken windows. The whole place smelled bitter—a strange mix of decaying leaves and ammonia. In front of them, a slope led down to a narrow creek littered with old tires and at least one doorless refrigerator.

“The entrance has to be down there,” she added as she spun the map and looked at it from a different angle.

“Great,” Reno said. “That’s exactly where I want to go.”

“What did you expect? You knew we were coming to find an entrance to an underground tunnel system.”

“I know. But I have something I haven’t told you.”

“What?” Maya asked, feeling a sudden chill on the back of her neck. She wasn’t sure if she could handle another complication.

“I’m afraid of snakes,” Reno said with a nervous chuckle as he waved his hand at the tall grass that had overtaken the parking lot. “Walking through here freaked me out enough.”

Maya didn’t care for snakes either, and she hated rats even more—images of a pack of thousands scurrying through an underground tunnel made her gag.

“I’ll fight the snakes if you take on the rats,” Maya said, flashing a wide smile at Reno. “Deal?”

He took a deep breath and nodded, although he didn’t appear to be thoroughly convinced she’d triumph over snakes. Then again, she wasn’t so sure of his rat-killing abilities.

She took a step down the steep decline and her foot slid on some loose gravel.

“Here.” Reno put out his hand, and Maya took it.

Together, they walked down the hill, using each other as leverage to maintain their balance. They reached the bottom without falling and stopped at the edge of the creek. Maya heard a rustling and she looked over at the other side of the creek just as a dark-colored snake slithered from the water into a bush. Her hand was still in Reno’s, and she felt him shake. She gripped his hand tighter.

“If you leave them alone, they’ll leave you alone,” Maya said.

“Right, Mom.”

“I’m just trying to help.”

“But what about when we’re inside the tunnel and we can’t see? That looked like a Water Moccasin. Do you know how poisonous those things are?”

Maya did. Like Reno, she was a paramedic, after all. They had both treated snakebites.

“Let’s keep moving,” Maya said. “According to this map, we should reach the entrance to the tunnel once we go around that bend up ahead.”

Releasing each other’s hands, the two walked along the edge of the creek. After a few minutes, Maya heard the footsteps behind her fading, and she turned around to realize she was walking much faster than Reno.

“Pretend it’s a stroll in the park. And don’t look down.”

Reno walked faster, catching up to Maya.

They turned the bend and, as the map had depicted, the entrance to the tunnel greeted them.

A utility drive went above the creek, the railing rusted and broken like the rest of the industrial park. Maya thought that, at one time, delivery trucks had rumbled over the old bridge. It had been constructed of stone blocks that created an arch over the creek. But instead of seeing daylight beneath the bridge, only darkness filled the space. The creek ran into it as if flowing down the throat of a giant beast—down into the old tunnels. A thin strip of dirt ran along the left-hand side, which had been tagged with graffiti as deep into the tunnel as Maya could see. The bottles and cans littering the ground were all missing labels or partially submerged in the creek, which Maya thought was a good indication that not even rowdy teenagers came through here anymore.

Nobody except Jack, she thought.

Reno was still scanning the ground for snakes, though, so Maya didn’t think it was the right time to remind him that maybe crazy Jack wasn’t so crazy after all.

She took five steps into the tunnel’s entrance and then stopped to wait for Reno. The air felt colder already, and it smelled even more strongly of ammonia.

Reno stopped at her side, breathing heavily.

“This is it,” Maya said. “Now’s the time to turn back if you don’t think you can do this.”

“No way. I’ll be fine. Let’s go.”

Maya glanced down to see his hands trembling. His eyes flickered, and sweat had begun to form on his top lip. She looked at her friend and then into the darkness.

“You rock,” she said.

Reno pulled out the penlight from his back pocket and turned it on. He shined the beam into the tunnel, but his hand shook so hard that it created a strobe effect like they were in some trendy dance club. If you didn’t look at the ground.

“Do you want me to hold onto that and go in first?” Maya asked.

“I’m cool either way,” Reno said, although she knew he wasn’t.

Maya took the penlight. “I’ll go first. You watch our backs.”

She looked at the map once more before entering. The tunnel system seemed more extensive now that they stood at the threshold. But if Jack had been accurate with his mapping, Maya believed they could travel through the tunnels and beyond the known edge of the dome—assuming the dome didn’t extend too far underground.

There’s only one way to find out.

She walked into the darkness wielding only a single beam of light.

Rats.

Maya pretended she hadn’t heard them squealing or splashing through the filthy water lapping at her ankles. Between her own fear and the overpowering chemical odor in the tunnel, she didn’t even have time to worry about Reno and the snakes. Making matters worse, Jack had told them that the Davidson Metro sewage system had crisscrossed the old tunnels in certain places, and the stench of rotting garbage and human waste confirmed that for Maya.

“You still back there?” Maya asked.

“Yeah, I’m good,” Reno said, stifling a cough as he gagged.

Every time Maya opened her mouth now, she could taste the sewage. Clamping her lips closed, she decided that perhaps it was best not to speak unless necessary.

According to the map, the first turn they’d need to make would be roughly forty yards from the entrance. The accuracy of Jack’s map would be tested soon enough.

She counted 120 steps and estimated that they’d gone forty yards, arriving at an intersection of tunnels, just as the map had shown.

Maya wished she had brought something to mark the path they’d taken—like some of those spray paint cans the teenagers had used at the entrance. She saw only rocks and clumps of wet, rotting trash surrounding them, and neither would be of any use in marking their turns. They’d just have to rely on the map. On Jack.

They kept walking, which led them deeper into the tunnels. Maya did her best to ignore the ever-growing presence of rats. But she couldn’t ignore the fact that she saw nests made from garbage, the vermin’s slick, oiled bodies roiling over the piles. She reached out and grabbed for Reno’s arm, trying not to look at the creatures crawling around at her feet.

“Hold up,” Reno said.

“What?” Maya asked. “Let’s keep—”

“Shh.” Reno was looking away and listening intently. “You don’t hear that?”

Maya stopped to listen. Rushing water.

“What is that?” she asked.

The air current changed, and it brought an overpowering wave of sulfur mixed with human waste. A horde of rats scurried by, squealing as they ran past.

“You see that?” Reno asked. “They’re trying to get out of the tunnel.”

Maya looked down, and felt the cold bite of the water at her knees.

25

“Shit,” Reno said. “What are we supposed to do now?”

Although the tunnel hadn’t yet been flooded, the water level was rising fast enough that they wouldn’t be able to retrace their steps before drowning in raw sewage and rats.

Maya looked at the map again, hoping they could get into a tunnel that sloped upward instead of downward. Jack had been so meticulous that he’d even marked elevation levels at the tunnels’ edges.

“Let’s head this way,” Maya said. “There should be a turn up ahead, and maybe that’ll take us to the surface.”

The water lapping above her knees made it more difficult to trudge through, but she waded as fast as she could, wanting desperately to find a way out of the tunnel before it filled. They came to the turn and took it. Maya looked at the map again, but now the lines confused her, and she couldn’t tell exactly where they were or in what direction they were headed. The water level had risen to her thighs.

“Do you know where we’re going?” Reno asked. “What’s the map say?”

She felt a crawling in her throat, and the sound of rushing water rang in her ears. She swung the penlight in wide arcs, hoping the weak beam would help her discover something. And against the far wall of the tunnel, something caught her eye—something metallic.

“This way,” she said to Reno.

A ladder clung to the left side of the tunnel and stretched up into the darkness. The rusted rungs had been mounted into the stone.

“It looks old,” Reno said.

“I don’t think we have much of a choice but to climb it.”

“There’s no light above. I doubt it’s a way out of here.”

Maya shrugged. “You want to stand here debating that while this disgusting water continues to rise?”

“No, I definitely don’t.”

Maya folded the map and stuffed it into her pocket.

“Follow me up.”

She climbed the ladder and moved through a manhole-sized opening, rising into utter blackness. She flicked on the penlight, which barely cut through, but here Maya could see more stone walls and a floor—a dry one.

“C’mon,” she said to Reno as she stepped off the ladder and onto the floor of wherever they had landed.

Reno sat down next to Maya, both of them dripping with raw sewage. She turned away from Reno and vomited.

“Sorry,” Maya said.

But before he could respond, Reno did the same. He wiped his mouth with his forearm.

“Me, too,” he said.

Maya spat, wiped her mouth with her hand, and stood up. She waved the beam around and discovered that they now sat in an open space. The walls looked to be the same as the tunnel below, but the floor was dry—they were at least fifteen feet above the rushing water below. Unlike the previous passage, this place smelled musty and old. Maya didn’t hear any rats, either, and for that she was thankful.

“Won’t be Water Moccasins up here,” she said to Reno.

He had already stood and walked into the darkness. His voice came from the void.

“A doorway,” he said. “A fork in the tunnel.”

Maya walked to Reno and then shone the light through the opening. She pulled the map out and looked at it.

“Do you know where we are?” Reno asked.

She felt as if someone had blindfolded her and spun her around. What had appeared to be detailed and specific marks on the map now confused her. With no reference point and no way of knowing where they were, the map didn’t seem at all helpful.

“No,” she said. “We’re going to have to pick one tunnel or the other.” Maya rubbed her forehead as she looked at the map. Sweat collected on her brow. “The problem is that I don’t know where we are on the map, so I don’t know which way to go.”

“Are you saying we’re lost?” Reno put his hands on the top of his head and exhaled.

“No, that’s not what I’m saying.”

“Then which way do we go?”

She was silent as she looked at the map again. Biting her lip, her hands began to shake.

“You don’t know,” Reno said.

“I’m trying to figure it out, and you’re not helping,” Maya said, her voice cracking.

“I’m sorry. It’s just that I’m trying really hard not to panic. We don’t have food or water, and now that map is useless if we don’t know what direction we’re heading. We can’t go back the way we came, right? So, now we’re basically guessing.”

“I know that. But freaking out isn’t going to help. We have to keep it together.”

Reno nodded. “I know. You’re right.”

“We’ll find a way out of here. And out of the dome.”

Reno pointed to the split in the tunnel. “Left or right?”

Maya looked at the map again, but realized that it wasn’t going to help. They were on their own, and Maya would have to go by instinct.

She stuffed the map into her pocket and stepped forward, opting to go left.

Maya stopped. She ran her hands through her hair and wiped her brow.

“Maybe we went the wrong way back there.”

“We don’t know that for sure yet. Let’s keep going this way for a little while longer. We can always retrace our steps and head back the other way if it turns into a dead end.”

Reno was right. Maya felt lost without the map, though, like she was swimming in the ocean at night. They had both become tired and hungry, and dying in this tunnel was a thought Maya had to continually push from her head.

Ahead, Reno’s boot kicked at something.

“What is it?” Maya asked, swinging the penlight down at the ground.

“A Coke can,” he said.

“So what? We’ve seen a million of those down here.”

“Yeah, but this one’s new. It’s got a logo for the 2017 NFL season on it.”

“I’m still not sure I follow.”

“How did it get here? This isn’t a sewer line. And no standing water could have carried it down into this tunnel.”

Maya was still trying to process what Reno was saying when she heard a noise. Reno had heard it, too—she could tell from the way he’d jerked sideways at the sound, which was about the only thing telling her she hadn’t imagined it. Maya flashed the light in the direction from which it had come.

We’re not alone.

“I think we should head back the other way,” Reno said. “I’ve got a bad feeling.”

“So do I. Let’s go.”

Maya turned around and Reno followed. Immediately, though, she stumbled into a pale, filthy face that had emerged from the darkness. Maya gasped and stepped back, moving the beam over several other pale faces. The strangers averted their eyes and groaned as the light struck them.

“This way!” Reno said, turning and running in the opposite direction.

More figures appeared, blocking their retreat.

Someone lit a candle then, dimly illuminating the space. Maya turned off the penlight as another candle was lit. And then another.

Within moments, Maya saw at least a dozen people surrounding them. Most had long, greasy hair tied back to reveal pale faces—even the men. Their tattered clothes hung in strips, with several articles sewed together into cloaks to cover them. Her first thought was that the homeless people had used the tunnels as a place to sleep at night, but it didn’t appear as if these people had been to the surface in a long time.

“Hello,” Maya said.

No one replied.

“We’re not a threat to you. We got lost in the tunnels and now we’re trying to find a way out. Could you perhaps point us in the right direction?”

Still, no one spoke.

“I don’t think they’re interested in helping us,” Reno said, whispering to Maya.

“Please,” Maya said. “We’ll leave you alone. Just tell us how to get out.”

A woman holding the tallest candle took two steps forward, her eyes locked on Maya’s. Her black hair extended to the middle of her back and, judging by the crow’s feet at the corners of her eyes, Maya thought she was in her forties. Her cloak hid a thin frame, and yet the others seemed to be taking their cues from her. The woman’s blue eyes sparkled in the candlelight and Maya mistook scars on both sides of her face for a smile.

“Thank you,” Maya said. “If we keep going this way, will we find our way out?”

The woman snapped her fingers, and the others grabbed Maya and Reno.

“Let us go!” Maya said, kicking her legs and trying to break their hold on her arms.

“Get your damn hands off me!” Reno said.

The woman who’d snapped her fingers lowered the light. Maya trembled as the flame got closer to the tail of her shirt. Was the woman going to light her on fire?

She reached to Maya’s waist and took the gun, holding it up in front of her face.

“Bring them inside,” the woman said.

26

“Where are you taking us? Let go of me!” Maya said again, pulling at the hands that held her.

The woman with the tall candle stopped, and so did the rest of the group. She went to Maya, held up a sock, and stuffed it into Maya’s mouth.

Maya kicked harder, her words now nothing more than mumbled gibberish. The two men holding her had already bound her hands behind her back with zip ties. Reno had been bound, as well, but hadn’t spoken, and therefore hadn’t been gagged like she had.

The people escorted Maya and Reno into another tunnel, this one ending in a cavernous room lit by candles. Cardboard boxes and garbage bags lined the walls. They had been arranged rather than tossed, giving the dank space a strangely orderly look. Cases of Coke and plastic gallons of water sat against the far wall. Although candles illuminated the room, Maya couldn’t see another way out. The tunnel appeared to dead-end here.

Maya and Reno fell to the ground as the men shoved them in the backs. One of them then bent down and took the sock out of Maya’s mouth.

“This is kidnapping,” Reno said, speaking for the first time. “You can’t hold us here.”

“Stop talking,” Maya said to Reno. “That sock tasted awful.”

Maya thought she saw a quick, flashing smile on the older woman’s face that then disappeared as she crouched down to look directly into their eyes.

“What are you doing down here?” she asked. Her voice sounded tired—not booming or forceful, as Maya had expected it to be.

“Trying to find a way out of the city,” Maya said.

“And how did you discover these tunnels?”

“A man we met. He gave us a map he’d made while exploring them.”

The woman raised her eyebrows. “Where is this map now?”

Maya swallowed. “In my right front pocket.”

The woman nodded at one of the men flanking Maya. He reached into her pocket and pulled out the folded sheet of paper, then handed it to the older woman. As she opened the sheet of paper, she walked to one of the candles and studied the map. When she was done, she snorted and held it up.

“This place you are now—it’s not on here. How did you find us?”

“The tunnels below flooded. We were lucky enough to find a ladder which led us up to where you found us.”

“We should be asking you the questions,” Reno said with a sharp tone in his voice. “Who are you people, and why are you living down here?”

“Reno, please,” Maya said, wishing he could read her mind. “This is a family, and we’ve invaded their home. They have a right to hold us captive until they determine we’re not a threat.”

The woman smiled. “It’s not like you’re our prisoners.”

Reno furrowed his brow. “We’re not?”

“Not at all,” the woman said, laughing suddenly.

Maya looked at the men standing guard over her and Reno. They weren’t moving, but they looked like they’d stop any attempt to leave.

“Funny how you can say that when our hands are zip-tied behind our backs,” Reno said.

“It’s just a precaution. You must understand.”

“Yeah, well, you ‘must understand’ that it doesn’t exactly make sense, from our point of view, that we aren’t being held against our will.”

“Again, it’s only for our safety. But I do understand.” The woman looked again to the men around Maya and Reno. She nodded.

The men drew knives and cut off the zip ties. Maya massaged her wrists.

“Thanks.”

The woman smiled. “My name is Janine.”

“I’m Maya, and this is Reno.”

“Nice to meet the two of you.”

Maya scanned the dimly lit room again. Several children clung to the legs of their parents, nothing but white eyes visible on their filthy faces.

“Why are you down here?” Maya asked, honest compassion coming out in her words.

“This is our home now. I had been exploring the tunnels for years. And when the dome finally came down, we knew we had been doing the right thing.”

“Finally came down?” Reno asked.

“I didn’t know how it would happen, but the end of the world was inevitable. People have predicted it many times, and all have been wrong. But whether it was the religious cults, the ancient alien believers, the EMP preppers, or climate change, one of them was going to be right—eventually.”

“Which one are you?” Maya asked.

Janine smiled. “I don’t believe in any particular theory, but I’ve always known that it would happen during my lifetime. And it appears as if I was right.”

“You don’t know that for sure,” Reno said. “What about terrorism or the government?”

“Yes, you’re correct. Two other theories as to how the world could end.”

Reno rolled his eyes and whispered into Maya’s ear. “We have to get out of here. These people are making Jack seem almost normal.”

“How about you two have a seat?” Janine asked. “We were about to have service.”

“Um, we appreciate the hospitality. But we have to get going. I have to find my children.” Maya looked at the kids clinging to their parents and then back to Janine.

Janine’s smile grew. She shook her head.

“Leave? Oh, no. Not possible. It’s all for your own good.”

Maya got a chill. She glanced at Reno. Sweat had collected on his brow.

“Look, you don’t understand,” Maya said. “I can’t stay here. I must—”

“No,” Janine said, her eyes narrowing. “You aren’t going anywhere.”

“Bullshit,” Reno said.

He knocked the man next to him out of the way, but another larger man grabbed him. He pushed Reno against the wall, pinning his shoulders to the cold stone.

“Stop!” Maya said.

“Yes, stop,” Janine said. “These two clearly don’t belong here.”

“Thank you,” Maya said with a sigh.

Janine’s smile disappeared. “Tie them up.”

27

Maya pulled on the thick zip ties, sending a sharp pain through her wrists. These were much stronger and thicker than the ones that had been used on them earlier.

“Let us go!” she said again. “You can’t keep us here against our will.”

“Calm. Calm,” Janine said.

“I swear, when I get out of these…” Reno said.

Janine chuckled. “And you will. Once you both calm down and realize what’s best for you.”

“Are you still trying to pretend we aren’t your prisoners?” Maya asked.

“You’re not.”

Reno spat, and then spoke. “Yeah, right.”

“I need you to understand that keeping you below ground is your best chance at surviving,” Janine said. “There’s nothing left for you up above.”

“That’s not for you to decide,” Maya said. “You don’t know a damn thing about us. I have family on the surface—my children.”

“They’re gone. Everyone you’ve ever known or cared about is gone. There is nothing you can do for them now.”

Maya saw the haze in the woman’s eyes, a distant stare at a stone wall. Reno glanced at Maya and gave her the look he’d use whenever they came upon a victim in a dark alley.

I know. Dangerous.

She couldn’t believe Janine, and she couldn’t use force to escape. Maya would have to rely on her intellect if she ever wanted to see her kids again.

Janine pulled the familiarly folded piece of paper out of her pocket. She paced back and forth reading it. Then she stopped in front of a candle.

“I don’t think you’ll be needing this.”

Janine held the map over the flame, then lowered it until the corner caught fire and quickly spread. She tossed the paper to the ground and stomped on the flames until nothing was left but thin smoke and a trail of ashes.

“It’s for the best.”

Maya held her anger inside, trying her best to keep a calm face. Without knowing exactly where they were, the map was useless anyway. Even so, it would be that much harder to retrace their steps and get back to the original tunnel without it.

After the map burned, the group seemed to ignore Maya and Reno. They sat in a circle on the other side of the space and had a service which appeared to be religious in nature, complete with song, though what they sang was unfamiliar to Maya. They snacked on cereal as they worshiped and prayed. The only interaction anyone in the group had with Maya and Reno during this time was to offer them each a few handfuls of cereal.

“How are we going to get out of here?” Reno asked quietly as they both ate the stale cereal.

“I’m not sure yet.”

“Do you think you can get to that knife in my boot?”

“I don’t know if that’s the best plan.”

“Why not? We can probably cut the zip ties, and then we wait for the right time to escape.”

“They’re going to have eyes on us, even when they’re sleeping.”

“Yeah, but, we’ll be armed.”

“With nothing but a small knife.”

He sighed. “Then what’s your plan?”

A girl, around ten years old, got up and stepped away from the group. She walked with a limp, clutching her stomach like she was about to vomit. She groaned; even in the dim light, Maya could see the sweat on her face.

“Maya? Are you listening to me?”

“Yeah,” she said, although she had been watching the girl—something was wrong with her. Very wrong.

“What are we going to do?”

Maya looked at Reno. “We’re going to tell them what I’ve observed and who we are. And then they’ll have to let us leave.”

The group had disappeared for six or seven hours. Maya’s arms ached and Reno had dozed off a few times, despite the fact that they had been bound to the wall.

Janine led her people back into the space with a silent procession.

“Amen,” Janine said with a glowing smile on her face. “And praise the Lord for our safety. Let’s get some more food in our bellies.”

Everyone stood and went to the side wall to rummage through the food boxes—everyone except Janine, who walked over to Maya and Reno.

“I do hope you enjoyed our service.”

“I did,” Maya said.

Janine smiled warmly. “That’s good. It’s good to know we’ve brought God-fearing people into our home.”

“I prayed for that little girl over there,” Maya said.

Janine looked over her shoulder, following Maya’s gaze. She wore a cloak of tattered t-shirts that had been sewn together and walked with no shoes on her feet. The girl’s stringy hair hung in front of her face in long, greasy strands, and she looked like a stiff wind would knock her over. Sores on the girl’s face festered, and some oozed pus. Her hand moved to her stomach and then over to a spot just off of her right hip. Maya thought the girl looked to be about five or six years old.

“Cassie? She has an upset stomach. She’ll be fine.”

“What do her parents think?”

“Cassie is my daughter.”

“Your daughter has more than just an upset stomach, Janine. She’s sweating profusely, and her condition has been worsening since we got here.”

Cassie was shivering despite her sweat-slicked face, and both her hands clutched the right side of her stomach now.

“I don’t understand,” Janine said.

“She’s sweating, but she’s shivering. A fever.”

“So?” Janine asked. “Children get fevers and flu bugs all the time.”

“Come here, Cassie.”

Cassie ignored Maya until Janine looked at the girl. She stumbled over and rested her forehead on Janine’s leg.

“Touch her stomach. Lightly. Where she has her hands.”

Janine looked at Maya with tight, hard eyes. Then, she used her left hand to pull Cassie’s hands out of the way, and used her right to touch her daughter’s stomach. The girl screamed and collapsed to the ground.

“Your daughter has appendicitis,” Maya said firmly. “If she doesn’t get medical attention soon, she’ll die. We can get her to a doctor.”

Janine pursed her lips. She stared at Maya, trying to read her.

“How do I even know you’re telling the truth? And how do I know you can get her to a doctor?”

“She’s right,” Reno said. “We aren’t surgeons, but we’re paramedics. We’ve been on calls where we’ve helped people whose appendixes have ruptured. Believe me when I say that you’ll be burying your daughter down here if that happens and she doesn’t get medical treatment.”

Janine ran her hand over Cassie’s forehead. She looked at Maya and Reno, and then to the people in the tunnel who had gathered around them.

“I need to ask her some questions,” Maya said. “You don’t have to take off my zip ties. I just need to talk to her.”

The confident grin slid from Janine’s face, replaced with the tired eyes of a concerned mother. She nodded at Maya.

“Hi, sweetie,” Maya said. “It’s Cassie, right?”

The girl averted her eyes and nodded. She had both her hands on the lower right part of her stomach.

“I’m Maya.”

“Maya is a paramedic,” Janine said. “She’s going to ask you some questions. Okay?”

“Does your stomach hurt?” Maya asked the young girl.

Cassie nodded without looking up.

“Can you point to the exact place where the pain is coming from?”

The girl pulled her hands away and grimaced as she pointed to the lower right side of her abdomen. Her hand was shaking.

“On a scale of 1 to 10, 10 being the worst pain you’ve ever felt, what number are you now?”

“Ten,” the girl mumbled.

Maya nodded. “I see that you’re sweating, but you’re also shaking. Are you cold?”

“Yes, ma’am,” the girl said.

“Feel her forehead,” Maya said to Janine.

The woman placed the back of her hand on her daughter’s forehead, then on both of her cheeks. Maya didn’t have to wait for Janine’s reply to know the young girl had a serious fever.

“Have you been sick?” Maya asked. “As in vomiting or diarrhea?”

“I’ve thrown up a few times.”

“All right.” Maya smiled gently, adopting the calm persona she’d used a thousand times before in her job. “Why don’t you lay down and rest while I chat with your mom?”

Head bowed, still holding her stomach, the girl walked away. A woman swooped in and guided Cassie to a corner where a pillow and old sleeping bag had been spread out on the stone floor.

Janine wrung her hands and bit her bottom lip as she waited for Cassie to lay down. “How is she?”

“I’m fairly certain your daughter has appendicitis.”

“If I free you, can you help her?”

Maya shook her head. “Not down here, we can’t. We don’t have a clean operating room and sanitized instruments. And like my partner said, we aren’t doctors. Your daughter needs the kind of medical attention that can only be obtained at a hospital.”

Tears filled Janine’s eyes. “I don’t know what to do. I can’t go back up there. But I don’t want my daughter to die.”

Maya could see the pain in Janine’s eyes, and she felt a twinge of empathy in the way that only another mother could. She knew Reno was skeptical of this entire plan, but he wouldn’t understand the difficult decision Janine faced. He wasn’t even married, let alone a father.

“Look, if I was in your position, there’s no question what I’d do. You have to trust us, Janine.”

The woman looked at Maya with teary, bloodshot eyes. Then she drew a knife from her pocket. And with shaking hands, she cut the zip ties from Maya’s hands.

28

“This is insanity.”

“What else do you expect me to do, Mitch? Look at her.”

Maya listened to the argument as Reno helped her secure young Cassie onto several 1 x 6 planks which had been strapped together as a makeshift stretcher. Mitch hissed, shaking his head and looking back and forth between Maya and Janine.

“She’ll be fine,” Mitch said. “It’s probably nothing more than a stomach ache. Do you really want to trust these people?”

Cassie coughed and curled into a ball, crying as she held her stomach tighter. The girl moaned, sweat plastering her forehead. Maya suspected that the girl’s appendix had already burst, and if that had happened, she could die soon from the toxins flooding her system. They needed to get the girl out as soon as possible.

“We need to get going,” Maya said as she ignored Mitch and grabbed Janine by the wrist.

Janine nodded and tossed the bag she’d packed over her shoulder. Mitch scoffed.

“This is bullshit. I can’t believe you’re falling for this. They’re using your kid to get you to lead them back to the surface. Then they’re going to tell everyone, and they’ll come down and hunt us like sewer rats. You’re jeopardizing all of us.”

“I won’t let that happen, I promise. But I can’t leave Cassie here like this. I have to try to get her help.”

“Well, good luck.” Mitch shook his head as he walked to the other side of the tunnel and sat against the wall.

Janine looked at Maya and Reno, and then to Cassie. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she stroked her ailing daughter’s hair.

Reno lifted one side of the stretcher while Maya raised the other. They made sure that Cassie’s legs were secure but comfortable, leaving her arms unbound so she could hold her hurting stomach.

“We’re good to go,” Reno said.

Janine turned to the other tunnel people. “I’m not sure when we’ll be back. But we will be back.”

“Alone,” said Mitch. “With nobody following you two back down here.”

“Yes.” Janine turned to Maya and Reno. “This way.”

Tears flowed down Cassie’s face, but she remained quiet and still, making it easier for Maya and Reno to navigate her stretcher through the cramped, dark tunnels. Janine walked in front of them with a candle, but kept turning back every few seconds to check on her daughter.

“Do you know how much farther we have to go?” Maya asked.

Janine didn’t respond.

“Janine,” Maya said.

The woman looked back.

“How much farther?”

“Oh, we’ll turn up ahead. But we’ve still got a ways to go before we are out of the tunnel.”

Maya held the end of the stretcher near Cassie’s head while Reno walked facing forward, gripping it behind his back as he led the stretcher forward. Maya watched Janine interact with her daughter when the tunnel allowed space for her to walk beside them. As a mother herself, Maya understood Janine’s concern, but she grew more and more worried that the woman wasn’t focused. They had to count on her to get them out of the tunnel as Cassie’s condition deteriorated. And Maya ultimately had to get free from the dome and back to her own children. None of that would happen without Janine’s concentration and focus.

“Looks like we’re coming up to an intersection,” Reno said. “Let’s set her down and rest for a few minutes.”

They squatted to set the stretcher on the ground, and Maya shook out her arms and legs. Janine kneeled next to her daughter, holding her hand and continuing to tell her how everything would be all right.

“Is this where we turn, Janine?” Maya asked.

“Yes,” the woman said.

“Which way?”

The woman didn’t respond at first. She then lifted her head.

“Um, left.”

Maya put her hand on Janine’s shoulder. “Can I speak to you for a moment? Reno can stay with Cassie.”

“Mommy will be right over here.” Janine reluctantly let go of her daughter’s hand and joined Maya about fifteen feet away from the makeshift stretcher.

“Look, I know you’re worried about your daughter, and you’re trying to keep her comfortable. But you’re not paying attention.”

“I am.”

“To her, you are. But not to the tunnel. Reno and I have no clue where we’re going. We need you to make sure you’re leading us the right way. If I were in your shoes and that was my kid lying on that stretcher, I’d be just as concerned as you. But you have to get us out of this tunnel, or it could cost Cassie her life.”

Janine pursed her lips and nodded. “I understand. We need to go left here. And I promise I’ll get us out.”

“All right. Do that, and I’ll keep my eye on your daughter and let you know if her symptoms get worse.”

“She’s going to be okay… right?”

“Yes. She’s going to be fine. But only if we get out of here and to a hospital where they can treat her properly.”

“All right,” Janine said.

As the woman walked back over to her daughter, Maya still tasted the bitter lie on her tongue. As a paramedic, she’d been used to giving the loved ones of patients vague injury updates. But she’d seen this before. Cassie’s odds weren’t good at this point, and wouldn’t have been even if they had already made it to the ER on a normal day, let alone during this time of chaos.

She closed her eyes and drew a deep breath.

Just get us out of here, Janine.

“Let’s keep moving,” she said.

29

They continued down the tunnel, guided by the candle in Janine’s hand, and with no sign of the surface. Janine hadn’t said much as they’d walked, and although Maya couldn’t’ see Reno’s face, she could sense his level of silent frustration building. The situation wasn’t optimal, and Cassie seemed to be coming in and out of consciousness. Nagging Janine about her focus would do just the opposite, but Reno spoke before Maya could.

“You sure you know where we are?” Reno asked.

“Yeah. Just keep heading this way.”

But there was hesitation in Janine’s reply. Maya could sense it.

Cassie groaned. Sweat ran in streams down the young girl’s face, and her eyes were barely open.

“How are you feeling?” Maya asked her.

“I’m so cold, and my stomach won’t stop hurting. It really hurts.”

The temperature inside the tunnels had to be nearing a hundred degrees. Maya couldn’t believe none of them had passed out by now due to dehydration—the adrenaline alone fueled them. For now.

“Stay strong, baby,” Janine said. “We’re going to be out of here soon.”

They kept walking, passing the openings of tunnels. Maya and Reno asked at each one if they needed to turn, but Janine replied with a ‘no’ each time. Sometimes, she didn’t even bother to look up, keeping her eyes on her daughter as she walked along beside them now. When the tunnel they were in reached a dead end, Maya felt the blood rush to her face.

“What the shit?” Reno asked, his booming voice echoing off the tunnel walls.

“Set her down,” Maya said. She and Reno lowered the makeshift stretcher to the ground.

Janine looked up, a confused look spreading across her face. Her mouth hung open, and she stared past Reno and into the darkness.

“What happened?” Maya asked, trying to remain calm and not push the woman over the edge.

“She doesn’t know where she’s going. That’s what happened.”

“Quiet, Reno!” Maya said, turning her attention back to Janine. She grabbed the woman by the shoulders. “Did we miss a turn?”

“I think so. I can’t remember being down this far. I think we should have turned into the last tunnel we passed.”

“Okay, listen,” Maya said. “You have to pay attention. From here on out, you’re going to walk in front of Reno and lead us out of here like you were supposed to be doing.”

“O-okay,” Janine said, a stutter in her voice. “But I really need to make sure she’s comfortable and that—”

“I will make sure she stays responsive,” Maya said. “If you can’t focus and get us out of this tunnel, then trying to keep her comfortable down here isn’t going to do any good. Your daughter is very sick, Janine, and she needs help now. So please, focus and get us out of here.”

Janine sniffled, wiping tears from her eyes and taking a deep breath. She nodded and then turned around to head back in the direction they’d just come from.

Reno approached Maya and whispered, “We are never getting out of here in time to save this girl. Not with that distraught woman leading us.”

Maya looked down at Cassie. The girl’s grip on her stomach had loosened, and her eyes were nothing but dark slits.

“Pick her back up and let’s go.”

“This way,” Janine said, turning into the tunnel.

“Finally,” Reno said, softly enough so that only Maya could hear him.

Maya felt like Janine had lately been able to focus more on their exit and less on her sick daughter, but Cassie seemed to be getting worse. She wasn’t a doctor, but Maya believed the girl’s appendix had already burst and her odds of surviving went down with each passing minute.

“How is she doing?” Janine asked.

“She’s hanging in there,” Maya said, not being entirely truthful. “Just keep—”

Cassie’s eyes shot open, startling Maya. Her body convulsed, only to be restrained by the rope that secured her legs to the wooden planks.

“What’s happening to her?” Janine asked, racing back to her daughter.

Cassie turned her head and vomited. Her breathing became more labored.

“Help me get these ropes off,” Maya said to Reno.

As they loosened the knots, Janine yelled, trying to get closer to her daughter.

“Stay back,” Maya said to the woman.

Janine took a step back, running one hand through her hair while the other covered her mouth. Maya and Reno tossed the ropes aside as Cassie convulsed. She vomited again.

The paramedics stared at each other, tears at the corners of both their eyes. With no proper medical equipment, there was little they could do other than try to keep the girl comfortable.

“Do something!” Janine cried.

But there was nothing they could do. Cassie shivered, and then her convulsions stopped. She looked at her mother with bloodshot eyes.

“I’m sorry,” the young girl said. She then took a final breath, her eyes going wider open, and then glassy.

“No!” Janine screamed.

Maya put her finger to Cassie’s neck, and then her wrist.

No heartbeat.

“Get back,” Maya said to Janine. She honored protocol and began CPR even though Maya doubted it would change the inevitable outcome.

Reno had to pull Janine away when she tried getting too close to her daughter. Maya ignored them, focusing on her routine of compressions and breathing. After several minutes, though, Maya sat up on her knees and could only stare at the lifeless, young girl.

Tears rolling down her face, Maya turned to Janine. “I’m so sorry.”

Janine kneeled next to her daughter, taking her into her arms. Maya just stood up and walked away, unable to watch the grieving mother holding her dead child in her arms.

30

Maya leaned against the wall, her eyes closed, listening to Janine’s wailing.

Although Maya had truly wanted to help the sick girl and also to get out of the tunnels, she’d clearly failed on the first goal. And while it was always difficult losing someone on the job, this was hitting Maya harder than she’d expected. Janine had looked into her eyes with a sense of trust, and Maya felt as though she’d betrayed it by letting the girl die. Of course, Maya had done no such thing—logically, she knew that. She and Reno were no more responsible than anyone else for the unfortunate circumstance that had caused Cassie’s appendicitis. But that wouldn’t stop the grieving mother from lashing out at those who had tried to save the child. It never did.

“You bitch.”

Maya opened her eyes and looked over her shoulder.

Still kneeling by her daughter, Janine had shifted her gaze to Maya. Her narrow eyes glared at the paramedic. Maya turned all the way around.

“I’m so sorry, Janine. I know how you must feel right now.”

“The hell you do,” Janine said. “My daughter is dead. What could you possibly know about that?”

“We did all we could do,” Reno said.

“You shut your mouth. This is your fault, too.”

“You’re in shock right now,” Maya said. “But understand that we did everything we could to help your daughter. This hurts us, too. Trust me on that.”

“Trust you?” Janine laughed through her tears. “Look where ‘trusting you’ got me. My daughter is dead!”

Maya swallowed, choking back her own tears.

“Look, Janine. Just—”

“No, you look,” Janine said, cutting Maya off. “This is your fault, and you’re going to be held responsible.”

Janine reached into her back pocket and pulled out the Glock she’d taken from Maya. She stood and aimed it at her. Maya raised her hands.

“Whoa, hold up,” Reno said.

“Shut up,” Janine said, turning the gun on Reno. She pointed it at the ground only a foot from his feet and fired. The shot ricocheted off the ground and buzzed off into the dark tunnel.

Maya covered her head, the sound of the gun booming in the confined space causing a ringing in her ears.

Janine then refocused her attention on Maya, aiming the gun at her again. She stepped away from her dead daughter, moving into a position that allowed her to see Maya and Reno at the same time. She then took a step toward Maya, the gun still pointed at her head.

“I should have listened to Mitch. It was a mistake to move Cassie—all this movement made it worse. I should have let her rest. Instead, I listened to the two of you, and now she’s gone.”

“You’re not making any sense,” Maya said.

“I’m making perfect sense. And now, you and your boyfriend are going to pay for what you did to my Cassie. You’re both going to die.”

“Janine, your daughter was very sick when we got to her. If I had to guess, I would say that her appendix burst before we even met you.”

“But you said you could save her!”

Maya sighed. “I said that, if we could get her to the surface, that we might be able to—”

“Enough. I don’t want to hear anymore!”

Janine growled, and saliva dripped from the corner of her mouth. Maya tensed, staring at the woman’s finger wrapped around the trigger. Janine stopped and looked at Maya again with burning eyes. Tears flowed down her face.

“Someone has to pay for this. An eye for an eye.”

Maya shook her head. “It doesn’t have to be like this. We did all we could.”

Janine stepped forward.

“I’m sorry,” Maya said.

Maya closed her eyes shut and pictured her children. She conjured one of her favorite memories—a trip to the Nashville Zoo. Even though Aiden and Laura had both been to the zoo dozens of times, they always pretended to enjoy it to appease Maya. But the best part of the day had been when they’d sat in the wide-open field in the middle of the zoo and had a picnic. Neither kid had fiddled with their phone or tablet. They had all enjoyed the moment together. A simple, wholesome, good time as a family.

That’s what she wanted her last thought to be before this woman took her life.

Take care of them, Mom. I love you so much, Aiden and Laura.

Instead of a gunshot, Maya heard a grunt and then a thud. She opened her eyes to see Janine lying face down. Blood flowed from her neck, pooling on the ground.

Reno stood over her with the small knife in his hands. Blood covered the blade. He shivered, and then gasped for air before looking at Maya. His trembling hands dropped the knife and he came to her.

“Are you all right?” he asked, holding both sides of her face.

Maya, still in shock, hugged Reno. She held him tight, grabbing the back of his shirt. Reno pulled back after a minute.

“We’ve got to find a way out of here.”

Maya glanced down at Cassie. “We need to explain this to the tunnel people. We were trying to save the girl, and you killed Janine in self-defense. They have to know that—”

“They won’t care, Maya. Once they come looking for Janine and Cassie, and find this, they’ll be looking for vengeance.”

Blood had pooled around Janine’s body, a slowly burgeoning puddle spreading beneath her like black ink. Reno was right. No explanation would satisfy the people who would no doubt be on the way after hearing the gunshot reverberating through the tunnels. They had to leave. Immediately. Reno grabbed the knife and gun.

I’m sorry, she thought as she took one last look at Cassie’s body.

Then Maya wiped her face, following Reno into the dark void of the tunnels by light of their penlight.

31

As they raced back through the tunnels, trying to find a way out, Maya couldn’t get Cassie’s face out of her mind. While Maya knew the young girl’s death wasn’t her fault, she couldn’t help but wonder if there was more she could have done. It wasn’t the first time she had lost a patient, but this situation was different. The innocent girl hadn’t deserved to die in a sewer tunnel. She hadn’t deserved to live in a sewer tunnel. Maya cursed Janine and her clan of misfits for bringing children down here in the first place.

They came to the main intersection where Janine had made a wrong turn—or, at least, where she’d said she’d made a wrong turn.

“Shit,” Reno said. “I don’t know which way we’re supposed to go.”

Other than the tunnel which led back to Janine’s camp, there were two other options. Maya pointed to the tunnel on the left and suggested they take that one. As they approached it, voices came from around the corner.

“There y’all are,” a familiar voice said.

It’s Mitch.

Mitch stepped from the darkness like a ghoul—his bright white eyes floating on ashen skin. Greasy hair fell in strands from beneath his filthy baseball cap. He had two other tunnel people with him.

“We heard a gunshot,” Mitch said. “Is everything all right?”

“Everything’s fine,” Maya said.

“Where’s Janine and Cassie?” He’d asked the question with a hint of sarcasm in his voice, as if he already knew something was terribly wrong.

“They’re resting for a minute down there,” Reno said, looking back toward where the two dead bodies lay.

“Resting? The exit is this way. What are y’all even doing in this branch?”

“We took a wrong turn,” Maya said.

“No shit,” Mitch said.

“Janine is very distraught,” Maya said. “She’s not thinking straight, and she led us the wrong way. She sent the two of us this way to backtrack and try to figure out what direction to take, while she stayed with Cassie so they could have a quick break.”

Mitch looked at the others. One of the men shrugged, but another raised his eyebrows.

“And now they’re having target practice? One shot?”

“Go check on them yourself,” Reno said, pointing back to where Janine and Cassie were. “They’re that way.”

Mitch narrowed his eyes and looked down at Reno’s bloody hand. Reno thrust it into his back pocket and Maya aimed her penlight away from her partner.

Damnit.

“What’s up with your hand, man?” Mitch asked. He reached toward Reno. “Let me see that.”

Reno glanced at Maya with big eyes.

Ducking his head and lowering his shoulder, Reno ran straight ahead and barreled into Mitch. He hit him hard enough to send the man into the two people behind him. They knocked into each other like bowling pins, but somehow Reno managed to stay on his feet.

“Go!” he yelled at Maya.

Maya turned around and Reno grabbed onto her arm. They ran down one of the tunnels. She didn’t look back—she just ran.

Heavy footsteps and grunts came from the dark tunnel behind them.

“Get back here!” Mitch said. “You ain’t gonna outrun us in the tunnels.”

“This way,” Maya said, pulling Reno into a different tunnel.

As soon as they turned, she ducked into another passageway. Maya pulled Reno along, hoping they could get the men off their trail.

When they came to yet another tunnel, they turned again. Maya could still hear the footsteps, but they sounded more distant.

Reno’s hand slipped from Maya’s and he cried out. She turned around in time to see him hit the ground and grab at his foot.

“What happened?” she asked, kneeling next to him.

“My ankle—I twisted it.”

Maya looked up as she heard the men coming closer. She had a feeling they knew exactly where they were, and that they didn’t need to hurry. They’d eventually capture them both. She wrapped Reno’s arm around her neck and helped him to his feet.

“We have to keep moving.”

Reno grimaced, but he balanced on one foot. They stumbled into the next tunnel and turned. Maya’s eyes went wide.

“Light!”

At the end of the short tunnel, she saw a ladder leading up to a round opening where sunlight shined down.

“You’re not getting out of here alive,” a voice shouted from behind them.

“Come on,” Maya said. Reno’s weight pulled her to the side, but she pushed forward with all she had.

They reached the ladder and Maya looked up. The light came through the opening, and Maya now saw that someone on the surface had slid the manhole cover halfway off, making it look like a partial solar eclipse at the zenith of the tunnel.

“Do you think you can climb up first and push that manhole cover completely out of the way?” Maya asked Reno.

“I think so,” he said. Reno climbed the ladder, pulling his bad ankle along as it dangled on the rungs. He reached the top and used his right hand to push the edge of the manhole cover.

“Is it heavy?” Maya asked.

“At least one hundred pounds. I’ve just got to—”

Reno got a good grip on the top rung of the ladder and put all of his muscle into the manhole cover. He groaned and gritted his teeth. Maya heard the sound of metal scraping on metal. He hadn’t pushed the cover completely out of the way, but it looked like the opening was now big enough for them to squeeze through.

“We’re coming, bitches!” Mitch said, his voice now closer.

“Go!” Maya said. “They’re coming!”

Reno climbed out of the tunnel, and Maya hurried up the ladder and out.

“Help me get this cover back on,” Reno said.

Maya grabbed one end of the iron manhole cover and together they dropped it back into place. She didn’t think Mitch would even try pushing on it—they’d had no plans on coming to the surface for any reason, and she doubted revenge alone would draw them out.

They seemed to be alone in the middle of an empty parking lot.

“No more tunnels,” Reno said.

“No argument here,” Maya said, catching her breath.

32

The yelling and banging on the underside of the manhole cover subsided. After a few minutes of silence, Maya stood. She brushed the grime from her clothes.

“How’s your ankle?”

“It’s all right. I should wrap it but I’m afraid to take my shoe off. The thing could swell fast.”

“You going to be able to walk?”

Reno groaned as he nodded. “Yeah, I think so.”

Maya looked to the sky. Based on the sun’s height, she believed it to be early morning. A slight breeze rustled the leaves on the trees, and she inhaled while closing her eyes, the smell of ammonia and raw sewage beginning to fade.

“Any idea where we are?” Reno asked.

Maya looked around. “Trying to figure that out now.”

They stood on a sidewalk with weeds growing through the cracks. A faded beer can and blue plastic bag sat beneath a tree. Trees surrounded them, many of them at least fifty or sixty feet tall. They had to have come up somewhere in the city, but not in a place that people visited often. Wherever they were, though, Maya could only hope they now stood on the other side of the dome. She stepped to where she had a clear view through some of the trees and saw a familiar sight.

“I can see the Opry over there to the east,” Maya said, pointing. “It’s probably a couple of miles away. That puts us a good ten or fifteen miles away from downtown.”

“Can you see the dome, any indication of where it might be?”

“No. But we should head away from the Opry and downtown. Hopefully, we came up on the other side. You going to be able to do that?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. We need to leave in case those assholes decide to chase us out of the tunnels. We wouldn’t be tough to find. Or catch.”

Maya went to help lift Reno to his feet, but he waved her off. He stood on his own and shifted off his injured ankle, then gingerly put a little weight on it.

“It’s feeling better. I think I’ll be all right.”

They walked east, away from the Opry. The empty sidewalk gave Maya hope that they’d made it to the other side of the dome. But was that logical? If they were now on the other side of the dome, wouldn’t they see news crews and other first responders or police officers? Maya pushed the doubts aside. They had to be on the other side of the dome.

She couldn’t get the image of young Cassie out of her mind, though. As a parent, it angered Maya that Janine had been so reckless as to bring her daughter down into the tunnels to live. Everyone had a right to raise their children however they saw fit, but living in the sewer system beneath Nashville seemed more like child endangerment or neglect. While Janine hadn’t been directly responsible for Cassie’s appendicitis, it was possible that the woman’s daughter would have survived had they been living in a house like normal people—or she would have been less likely to get the infection in the first place. Now both were dead, and the tragedy was also senseless.

Maya heard Reno groan, and she turned around. She’d gotten lost in her thoughts and hadn’t realized that he had been struggling to keep up, and was now thirty feet behind her. She cracked a smile as she walked back towards him.

“Sorry. I was thinking about things. Not paying attention.”

“It’s all right. I don’t expect you to hang back with me.”

“No, I will. I’m not going to leave you behind and make you walk by yourself.”

Reno offered a forced smile. “Thanks.”

Maya glanced at his bloody hand, then back up to his eyes. They didn’t have the same spark in them she was used to seeing.

“Are you doing all right?”

“Yeah, I told you it doesn’t hurt that bad. Now that we’re moving, it’s starting to—”

“I’m not talking about your ankle.”

Reno looked at her before quickly looking down at the ground.

“All I’ve ever done is tried to help people,” Reno said. “When my old man split, I basically raised my little brother and sister while my mom worked two, sometimes three, jobs just to try and keep us afloat. All I’ve ever wanted to do was to make people’s lives better. That was the main reason I became a paramedic.” He raised the hand he’d used to wield the knife, displaying Janine’s dried blood. “But this? What the hell is this? This isn’t helping people.”

Maya grabbed his hand and lowered it. “You did what you had to do, the same way I did. Jack might have said a bunch of crazy stuff, but one thing I think is true is that this world isn’t the same anymore. It’s changed. And if we don’t change with it, then we’re going to end up lying dead in a tunnel ourselves.

“You want to save people? That woman was going to kill me. That wasn’t your fault. You did what you had to do, given the situation. And you saved me. Because of you, I’ve still got the chance to get to my kids.”

Reno wiped his wet eyes, choking back tears until he couldn’t anymore. Sensing this, Maya wrapped her arms around him. She gripped him tighter as he began to cry.

When they pulled away from each other, they were inches from each other’s face, staring into one another’s eyes. Maya leaned her forehead against Reno’s and ran her hand down his cheek. She closed her eyes and felt his lips touch hers, and she opened her mouth and kissed him back.

Reno kissed her for another moment, and then slowly pulled away. He cleared his throat and wiped the sweat from his brow.

“We should, uh, probably keep moving,” he said.

“Yeah,” Maya said, averting her eyes from his. “You’re right.”

Maya took her time to allow Reno to keep pace. He continued to limp along despite saying that his ankle wasn’t bothering him. The two hadn’t said much to each other after their kiss, and Maya tried to stay focused on their top priority right now—the dome.

Reno’s injured ankle allowed Maya to walk cautiously, her hands out as if she was moving through a dark basement to the fuse box during a blackout. Each step she took, Maya held her breath, hoping her hands wouldn’t meet the invisible barrier while telling herself that they were free, that the dome was behind them. She thought again of Laura and Aiden, desperately wanting to see them or hear their voices. It had been days since they had spoken, all cell service apparently disabled by the dome. Maya hoped the kids were still safe with her mother, but she couldn’t forget about the voicemails she’d received from Gerald.

The hair on the back of Maya’s neck stood up suddenly, and she felt a flutter in her stomach. She stopped and waited while Reno caught up and then walked a few paces past her before he stopped, as well.

“What is it?” Reno asked, turning around to face Maya.

“I don’t know. I just got this strange feeling.”

“What kind of feeling?”

Maya ignored his question and raised her hands. She walked forward at an even slower pace than she had been moving at before, passing Reno only slightly. Her hands touched something. Slight beams of light spread up her wrists and to her shoulders as she touched an invisible wall—as she placed her palms on the dome.

Maya pushed harder against the transparent structure that had trapped them inside the city and kept her separated from her children. She leaned forward, letting her head rest against the dome and sending more spiderwebs of light over and through her body. Taking a step back, she dropped her arms to her sides and felt the tears welling up and spilling down her cheeks.

“Damn it, Reno. I don’t know what else to do…”

“I’m so sorry, Maya. I know you were hoping we got far enough into the tunnels to have made it under this thing. But this doesn’t mean we can’t—”

Maya looked into the sky then, and screamed. Her muscles tensed, and she balled her hands into fists. She punched the dome. Light exploded from the points of impact as she hit it again and again.

When her arms felt like rubber, she fell to her knees. Maya had been determined to get under the dome and to her children. She had been able to keep her emotions in check and take rational, logical steps toward achieving her goal, as she had been taught to do as a trained paramedic. But now, the futility of everything she’d endured came to a head. Her body went limp as she sank all the way to her knees, sobbing silently.

“I want my kids,” Maya said. “It’s all I want.”

Reno dropped down next to her and hugged Maya. She pressed her face into his chest.

“We’re going to get to them,” Reno said. “I promise you that we’ll find a way out of here.”

A sour hum came from the dome then—a long, low frequency like a sullen note from a bass guitar. The air in front of the dome shimmered, as if hovering over hot asphalt on a summer day. Maya and Reno stood up and took a step back in time to see bolts of lightning racing across the surface with pulses of flickering blue and purple.

She looked up and saw the light racing up into the sky, towards the top of the dome.

“What’s happening?” Reno asked.

Before she could say anything, the lightning stopped. The lands beyond the dome flickered back and forth from early morning daylight to impenetrable midnight, as if a child had been flicking a light switch. Two seconds later, the dome transformed from a transparent barrier into a black wall, pitching the city of Nashville into a nightmare of total and complete darkness.

33

In the utter darkness, Maya couldn’t see where Reno had fallen, but she could hear him groaning. She reached into her pocket and pulled out her penlight, flashing it in the direction of Reno’s voice. He lay on the ground a few yards away, clutching his injured ankle. Maya kneeled next to him.

“I took a step backward and I think my foot caught a rut. I put all my weight on my bum ankle. What’s happening here, Maya?”

In the distance, people were screaming. Emergency vehicle sirens wailed. Although they hadn’t seen anyone since escaping the tunnel, they were still within the confines of the dome where millions of others had been trapped. And now, whoever was controlling the dome had decided to not only cut the power under it, but to block all natural light, as well.

Maya shivered, despite the seasonably warm weather. “We should hide for now. God only knows what’s coming next.”

She shined her penlight around and spotted a steel toolshed next to what looked like an overgrown and abandoned flower garden.

“There,” she said, pointing. “Do you think you can hobble to it on your good leg?”

“Yeah, but you’re going to have to help me.”

Reno put his arm around Maya’s shoulder and she helped him to the door of the shed, which hadn’t been locked. Garden tools lay on the floor—shovels, rakes, and a few empty plastic spray bottles that smelled of bitter chemicals which had most likely been insecticide.

Maya helped Reno down onto the dirt-covered floor of the shed and leaned back against the corrugated steel wall. Not so far away, people continued to scream, and sirens blared. Maya shut the door and then used her penlight to find an overturned milk crate which she used as a stool, sitting down and facing Reno.

“What just happened? The dome. I think it…”

“Blocked the sun. We’re trapped in total darkness now, inside of this thing.”

“Jesus,” Reno said, putting his face in his hands. “The city was already on edge. Now it’s only going to get worse.”

Maya didn’t want to think about that. Couldn’t think about it.

“We’ll hang here for a while,” she said. “Figure out what to do next.”

Reno touched his ankle and winced before turning to face Maya again.

“I’m only going to hold you back. You shouldn’t have to slow down because of me.”

“We’re partners, and I’m not going to leave you. We’re going to get out of this dome together.”

A moment passed where it looked like he might disagree, but then he nodded.

“Let’s try and rest for a little while. We were in those tunnels all night, and even though it’s morning, we can’t see the sun. A few hours of rest might give your ankle time to heal, but I still wouldn’t take your shoe off, just in case.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right.”

Reno laid down on his side while Maya leaned her head back against the wall. She closed her eyes, and was so tired that she couldn’t stop herself from dozing off.

Maya pulled up to her mother’s house in a car she’d stolen. Reno wasn’t with her. It was only her, the Chevy SUV, and the same dirty clothes she’d been wearing since the dome dropped.

But the dome wasn’t a concern anymore. Maya had made it. She was at her mother’s house.

The street was empty—no cars, no people. She jumped out of the vehicle and raced around the front of the SUV before sprinting up the concrete sidewalk leading to the front door.

“Mom!” Maya rang the doorbell several times, and then knocked.

It opened a quarter of the way under her hand.

She furrowed her brow, thinking it was strange that the door was open. Pushing the door the rest of the way open, Maya entered the house.

“Hello?” Her voice echoed off the walls.

Something isn’t right, she thought.

Maya stepped into the living room, listening to her own feet strike the oak floor. The faded sofa her mother had bought over a decade earlier sat in its same spot. The pictures of Maya’s father, as well as those of her with Aiden and Laura, decorated the mantel like they always had. But the place was empty. Continuing to move quietly, Maya went to the kitchen.

Like the living room, the kitchen looked untouched, abandoned. Her mother’s dark red hand towels hung over the oven’s handle. All the roosters she’d collected over the years sat in their respective spots on the kitchen counters and cabinets, and hung on the walls.

Maya was about to head upstairs when she heard a noise come from the garage. It sounded like something had fallen. She hurried to the door. When she opened it, she saw her mother’s car sitting in the middle of the garage, its headlights on and the engine running—windows up. The door was closed and the garage was filled with smoky exhaust.

She had been called to scenes where people had died of carbon monoxide poisoning. Maya knew the extremely poisonous gas could kill a person in mere minutes. And there was only one reason a car would be running inside of a closed garage.

Lunging for the garage door opener button on the wall, Maya smacked it, and the garage door rolled up at a steady, even pace, allowing sunlight and fresh air into the space. She approached the car and, in the daylight, could now see inside.

“No!”

Her mother sat in the driver’s seat, while Laura and Aiden sat in the back. Mom’s mouth was wide open, and her eyes were closed. The two children leaned against each other, their hands clasped together and their eyes closed. Maya beat against the window with her fists.

“Wake up! Aiden! Laura!”

But the children didn’t move.

Tears rolling down her face, Maya turned around and looked for something to use to break the windows.

“You can’t help them.”

Maya froze. She knew that voice well.

Gerald stood just outside of the garage, an arrogant smirk stretched across his face.

“What did you do?”

Gerald walked toward her, taking his time with each step. “I saved them.”

“From what?”

“This piss-poor excuse for a world.”

Crying harder, Maya shook her head. “What are you talking about, Gerald? How could you have done this?”

“Oh, cut the shit. Look around you. This place is hell on earth now. I saved our kids from suffering.”

Maya ran her hands through her hair, her eyes burning from the exhaust fumes and tears. Gerald walked closer, and Maya moved back.

“There’s no reason to be sad. They’re in a better place. You want to spare them from pain, don’t you, baby?”

Maya wiped her face and narrowed her eyes. “Don’t you call me that, you son of a bitch.”

Gerald stopped only a few feet away from her and tilted his head. “But you’re my girl, right? You’re mine.”

“You’re a monster.”

“Yeah?” Gerald laughed. “That’s your opinion. But I know what’s right for my family.”

“We’re not your family. We don’t belong to anyone.”

Gerald shrugged. “Okay. Then Reno can’t have you either.”

And pulling an ax from behind his back, Gerald raised it over his head.

Maya screamed.

Maya gasped as she sat up. Her shirt clung to her clammy skin. She took deep breaths, trying to fill her lungs with oxygen. She couldn’t believe she’d fallen asleep amidst all the chaos, but she also knew her body was hitting its physical limitations. And the nightmare had not been coincidental.

The dream had felt so real.

Somehow, she managed not to wake Reno. That was good. He needed the rest.

She got up, quietly so as not to wake him, and walked outside.

Although it was still dark, a dull, light-infused glow had filled the inside of the dome, offering what was much like the gray light before a thunderstorm. Several people had gathered nearby, all looking in the same direction. Maya jogged toward them and looked through the trees in the same direction they had been staring.

About ten miles away, a circle had appeared in the top of the dome like a celestial manhole cover. The sunlight shone through, illuminating the top of the obelisk. Maya turned to a woman standing next to her.

“What is happening?” she asked.

“I think the top opened,” the woman said.

A man in his early fifties spoke up. “About fifteen minutes ago, we saw some natural light, and so we came out here.”

“The top,” the woman said again. “The dome opened, and it let in some light.”

Maya turned when she felt someone approaching—Reno.

“What’s happening?” he asked.

“Look. Above Centennial Park.”

“I knew it,” Reno said to Maya, his eyes lighting up the way they used to. “I told you that the government would find a way to—”

Beams of purple lightning flickered across the dome above them, and a high-pitched noise cut through the air. Maya doubled over and covered her ears.

Reno was saying something, but Maya could only see his mouth moving. Her teeth vibrated, and it felt as if the sound was going to split her skull in two.

And then it stopped.

Maya stood up, her head pounding. Some of the people standing around had trickles of blood coming from their ears.

“What is that?” the man in his fifties said as he pointed toward the dome’s zenith, where a dark shape had emerged, slowly blocking the sunlight.

Maya watched as something large and dark descended through the opening. Her eyes went wide.

“Oh, my God,” Maya said. “Jack was right.”

34

It filled the circular opening above the obelisk, blocking out any natural light that might have possibly found its way inside the dome. It was like nothing Maya had ever seen. Someone had passed around a pair of binoculars which gave Maya a better look from that distance.

The core of the object resembled a spaceship out of a 1950s science fiction movie—smooth, round, and with a low profile. But unlike those prop pieces that had dangled from fishing line, this one was real. Blinking lights dotted the surface, flashing in perfect synchronicity. What appeared to be thick, scaly patches covered the spacecraft, some thicker than others. Long, thin, antennae wiggled in the air with purple lightning silently erupting between the ends of them. Two triangular wings unfolded from each side after the craft descended through the dome’s aperture. Four conical thrusters blew thick, white smoke toward the ground.

“Is that military?” someone asked.

“I don’t think so,” Maya said.

Maya thought back to what Jack had said. He had warned them. Maya, and especially Reno, had shrugged it off. Maya had wanted to believe what the man was saying, she realized now, but she hadn’t been able to bring her logical mind to do so.

But he’d been right.

A light exploded from the tip of the obelisk, rotating like it came from the top of a lighthouse. The ship spun a hundred and eighty degrees as it descended through the smoky darkness, a door sliding open on the bottom of the ship.

Maya dropped the binoculars and covered her ears as a loud siren pierced the air, apparently originating from within the obelisk. She looked up at the monumental structure again, noticing that the spinning lights on top had turned red.

The ship descended until it rested on top of the obelisk. And then the siren ceased, and the aperture of the dome closed, this being followed by a painful and unnatural silence. An eerie calmness fell over Maya as she stared at the ship.

None of the others standing near her had spoken during their observation, and then one woman said, “I’m glad that’s over.”

I don’t think anything’s over.

The lights on the ship stopped blinking a few moments later, and a heavy, foggy, darkness filled the inside of the dome.

“You all sure that’s not the government?” But the man seemed less convinced of the ship’s earthly origins than he had been. “They could have sent that in here to get us out.”

The ship’s lights flashed on again, this time from a cluster toward what appeared to be the front of the craft. The lights danced and then rearranged themselves, forming a flashing border around an invisible, rectangular hatch.

“What’s it doing now?” someone asked.

Maya felt a cold sweat on her neck, and the inside of her mouth tasted like burning plastic. She made her hands into fists, and the muscles in her lower back tightened.

The ship looked like a flying skyscraper the size of a football field. Compared to the behemoth now docked on the top of the obelisk, the movement near the ship’s hatch appeared ephemeral—like ashes being carried into the air on the smoke of a campfire. More of the specks danced in the air near the ship’s hatch. The swarm began to thicken and then spread out, reminding Maya of a roiling mass of angry bees. As the flying objects spread out from the hatch, Maya saw that the swarm consisted of hundreds, possibly thousands, of what looked to be flying insects. But the distance to the obelisk had distorted her depth perception. Objects she had believed to be insectile grew in size, the closer they flew toward their small group of observers. Within seconds, Maya realized that the ship had dropped thousands of flying creatures into the dome, each one the size of a massive grizzly bear.

“What are those?” someone asked.

Some of the things began landing a few hundred yards away and then slowly walking toward them as if taking a stroll through the park. Maya had picked up the binoculars and could tell they weren’t human, but the rest of the people had yet to get a good look—including Reno.

“We need to get out of here,” Maya said to Reno. “Right now.”

“Where should we go?”

“I don’t know. But we can’t stay here.”

Maya swallowed as those things that had landed continued at a slow, steady pace toward them. It was too dark and smoky to see exactly what they were, but she knew instinctively that it wouldn’t be a good idea to stick around and find out. She ran as Reno called after her, unable to keep pace with his hurt ankle.

Oh my God. Oh my God.

While the gathering crowd gawked at the sky, Maya ran back to the shed where she had been hiding with Reno. He called after her, hobbling along, but she ignored him. Maya burst through the door and gathered their things. Reno was waiting for her when she came out.

“Maya. What’s up with you?”

“Look in the damn sky, Reno, and you tell me what you think is going on. That ship is sending out… things, by the thousands. We’re not safe here.”

“They’re probably paratroopers sent down here to help us. 101st Airborne out of Fort Campbell or something.”

“Open your eyes! Does that look like anything you’ve ever seen before? Reno, Jack was right.”

“Jack?” Reno sighed. “Come on. Now you’re listening to the crazy talk of a prepper?”

“Have you ever seen anything like that? The dome, the obelisk, the ship, the flying things…”

Putting his hands on his hips, Reno exhaled and looked to the ground.

“Please,” Maya said. “We’ve got to get out of here right now.”

“Where are we going to go?”

“I’m not sure. Maybe we can find somewhere to hide. Even back down in the tunnels could be a good idea. But we can’t stay here.”

“All right,” Reno said. “I trust you. Let’s go.”

“How’s your ankle?”

“I think I’ll be okay for now. Don’t wait up for me, though. All right?”

Maya nodded, but she wasn’t going to leave Reno behind.

Dozens of people had gathered around the group they’d been in earlier. Those who had powered off their devices to save the battery now turned the phones back on, pointed them toward the ship, and snapped photos or filmed videos. Others tried getting footage of the objects falling from the hatch of the spacecraft.

“Everyone take cover,” Maya said, eyeing the sights as she came close enough to the group to get their attention.

“Why?” a woman asked.

“This is amazing,” another said. “The army skydivers are coming to free us from the dome. U.S.A.!”

“It’s not safe out here,” Maya said.

Another man who had been insisting the ship was U.S. military spoke up again. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, lady,” he said, apparently convinced that the ship had dropped Clarkville’s own 101st Airborne into the dome.

“Sir, I know you’re convinced that ship is our military, but I can assure you that it’s not. Now, y’all need to go back into your houses and—”

“Then what is it?” the man asked, cutting her off. “If you’re so damn smart, tell us.”

Maya licked her lips. The words sat on her tongue, but she hesitated. What would these people think if she said what she knew was most likely true?

“I think they’re aliens.”

The word that Maya had wanted to avoid hadn’t come from her lips. It had been Reno who’d answered the man’s question. He stood next to his partner now, shoulders squared, facing the crowd.

Maya knew that Reno believed Jack was nothing but a delirious fool who needed to be institutionalized. To hear the word come from his mouth and to know that he believed in Maya enough to take this stand brought her a brief respite from the craziness. But Reno’s declaration did little to convince the people around them.

Instead of taking cover, they laughed. The group’s voices formed into a collective guffaw.

“You have to listen to us!” Maya shouted over the raucous crowd. She glanced at the sky again. Most of the objects that had dropped from the hatch had disappeared—probably moving toward them as she spoke.

“Yeah, okay, Agent Scully,” another man said.

An explosion shook the ground before Maya could respond. She ducked, and everyone around her screamed and turned toward downtown Nashville.

A dark cloud of smoke rose from the horizon, billowing outward in all directions, going toward the suburbs—toward them.

“What on God’s green Earth was that?” someone asked.

Maya grabbed Reno’s hand. She pulled him along with her as she started away from the crowd. She had tried. They were on their own now.

Another explosion, this one significantly closer.

The crowd scattered. People ran in all directions while some dropped to their knees in prayer. Maya watched a mother pick up her toddler and sprint toward one of the nearby houses, taking her other child by the hand and running so fast that she was dragging the little boy behind her.

Maya hadn’t even realized she had let go of Reno’s hand. She turned around and saw her partner limping, a good ten yards behind her. Yet another explosion came then, this one a mile away at most. The ground rumbled, and Maya covered her head as she went back for Reno.

He was waving her on as she got to him.

“I told you to keep going!” he said.

“I’m not leaving you!”

People ran past them, moving frantically in all directions. Someone bowled into Maya, sending her tumbling to the ground. She landed on her side, scraping the skin from her hip on the rough, concrete path.

“You all right?” Reno asked, reaching down to help Maya up.

“Yeah,” she said with a grimace, rolling the top of her pants off her bleeding hip. “We’ve gotta keep moving.”

She grabbed Reno’s hand and they ran into the night as explosions continued to shake the city.

35

Several people sprinted past Maya and Reno, most of them screaming or calling the name of a loved one. Some had picked up tree branches or garden tools—as if those could be effective weapons against a spacecraft that had descended into a massive dome.

Reno winced while trying to keep his injured foot from touching the ground. It slowed Maya down, but she refused to leave him behind. She’d get to her kids, and Reno would be with her.

Every three to five seconds, explosions rang out from different parts of the city.

“Why are they doing this?” Reno asked.

Maya didn’t reply. She had no logical answer. All that mattered was getting out of the dome and finding her children. She’d leave the alien invasion theories and interstellar negotiations to the scientists.

She glanced to her right, where people were running from their houses, seemingly unsure what they were running from or toward. A man in his thirties stood observing the chaos from his front porch—a boy and a girl on his right, and another girl on his left. Maya waved to get his attention.

“Get back inside! Now!”

Between the people in hysterics and the explosions throughout Nashville, the man couldn’t hear her. He furrowed his brow and squinted at her.

As Maya ran, she motioned to him to take his kids inside.

A parking lot erupted thirty yards away. Reno jumped onto Maya, sending them both to the ground. He lay on top of her, shielding her from the falling chunks of stone and asphalt coming down around them. Reno then rolled to the side, and Maya looked up at the house where the man and his family had retreated inward, the front door swinging shut. Maya sighed, realizing that the house had been spared the explosion.

“Come on!” Reno said, helping Maya to her feet.

Maya looked to her left, and saw fire and smoke rising from a crater that lay fifty yards away—with no visual indication of what had caused it. She looked around again, trying to find anywhere they could take shelter or, ideally, escape from the dome.

The man who’d been on the porch interrupted her thoughts, storming out of his house holding a shotgun. He loaded the shells and jogged through his yard, heading right for the crater.

He yelled, firing aimlessly into the smoke.

A whirring noise came from inside of the crater, and a yellow beam of light glowed from beneath its rim. The light beam hit the man and he vanished into thin air. Maya watched it all, the instantaneous disintegration of a human being playing out as if in slow motion, the man’s shotgun bouncing off the concrete a moment later. Specks of ash were all that remained of the man’s clothing, floating through the air like fiery pollen.

Maya felt a tug on her arm and turned to see Reno yelling at her. She saw his mouth move, but she couldn’t hear what he was saying, her ears humming at a constant, high volume. Reno pointed ahead, and she then saw six or seven people running for a concrete ramp.

“Maya!”

She shook her head and finally heard his voice, although her ears continued to ring.

“I’m with you,” she said. “Down there.”

They hurried down the concrete ramp and slid fifteen feet into a drainage culvert, joining the others who were already taking cover there. Like World War I troops in trench warfare, Maya and Reno huddled with the others and put their hands over their heads.

Maya closed her eyes, trying to focus on Laura and Aiden. She couldn’t lose sight of what was most important. She would survive this, and she would get to them.

Several gunshots rang out, followed by the hooting of men and a shriek that sounded like a lion roaring through a megaphone. Maya lifted her head and looked up. She crawled forward, but Reno grabbed onto the rear pocket of her pants.

“Where are you going?”

“I have to see it.”

“See what?”

“Them. I have to see what they look like.”

“Maya! No! Stay here.”

“It’ll be okay.” She brushed his hand away and crawled up the cold, wet concrete. Reno called after her again, but she ignored him.

Maya reached the top and peered over, staying low.

Four men stood in the street twenty yards away, each holding a different caliber or type of gun, from a pistol to a semi-automatic rifle. Continuous rifle shots rang out like a string of firecrackers, each round disappearing into the cloud. It looked to Maya as though the men had been firing wildly into the smoke coming from the crater, but apparently, they had visuals on their targets.

Another high-pitched sound pierced the air, and the men hollered again.

“Whooooo!”

“We got that sumbitch!”

Something the size of large bear hit the ground. It was dark, but Maya could see the creature’s translucent skin—the color of light ash. It appeared as if it wore a polymer suit that had been molded to its lean, muscular frame. Boosters the size of soda cans sat on each hip and a protective shell wrapped around the being’s torso, which was ridged like an external ribcage. The thing had a bald head, but with what looked to be black, smooth glass covering its eye sockets. At first, Maya thought she saw steel teeth on it, until she realized that a thin, five-bar protective piece covering the creature’s mouth was part of a helmet or mask.

Whatever it was, it wasn’t moving.

Maya crawled out of sight and made her way back to Reno. She leaned back as more explosions sounded in the distance.

“What did you see?” Reno asked.

“I saw one of them. One of the aliens.”

“Aliens?” a woman on the other side of Reno repeated.

“What’s she talking about, Mom?” a little boy next to the woman asked.

“Nothing,” the woman said to her son. “Don’t listen to the crazy lady.”

Maya whispered into Reno’s ear. “There were men with guns, and they killed it. I saw them. The thing screamed and hit the ground. If every one of those things we saw flying through the air was one of these creatures, then it won’t matter how many guns we have inside of this dome—it won’t be enough. But at least we know they can be killed.”

“That’s good. But what do we do now? We can’t stay here.”

“No, but it’s as safe a place as any while we try to figure out what to do next.”

Maya thought again of her kids when she heard that guttural growl again. She looked at Reno.

“That sounded close,” he said.

“I have to see.”

Maya climbed up the side of the culvert again, raising her head over the top of it.

She gasped.

The creature the men had shot—and presumably killed—had gotten up. It had its back to her, and stood on two legs, over seven and a half feet tall. The men with guns had scattered.

“What are you?” Maya asked herself.

The creature turned its head to the side, and Maya saw a flicker from beneath the obsidian glass covering its right eye. Then it spun all the way around and faced her.

Maya ducked down quickly, her heart beating against her chest.

It saw me. It had to have seen me.

The creature let out a high-pitched shriek, and Maya heard its footsteps fading.

She took a deep breath and lifted her head to look over the top of the culvert again.

Nothing remained but the bitter tang of smoke and spent gunpowder. The alien creature was gone.

36

Maya slid down next to Reno’s side at the bottom of the culvert.

“Those things,” she said. “They just get right back up.”

“What did you see?” a man asked.

Reno stood, shifting all his weight onto his good ankle. He put his hand on Maya’s shoulder.

“What was it, Maya?” Reno asked.

Maya took a deep breath, her eyes vibrating inside of her skull. Twice, she began to tell Reno what she had seen, but both times she failed to find the words to describe the… alien.

“You all need to find shelter,” she said, deciding this wasn’t the time or place to discuss what they were. Where they were going seemed to be a higher priority. “It’s not safe here.”

“What did you see?” Reno asked, squeezing her shoulder.

Maya pushed his hand away. “That thing didn’t die! Those guys fired dozens of rounds into it, and they thought it was dead. But I watched it stand up and walk away like nothing had happened.”

The child who’d been next to Reno cried and his mother covered his ears. Several families had made it to the culvert along with five or six other random folks looking for cover.

“Get out of here with that talk,” the woman said. “You’re scaring my kids!”

“You’d better get them out of here. As far away as you can. All of you need to leave. Right now!”

The others talked and began to argue, conversations soon turning into a waterfall of angry accusations. Reno took Maya’s hand and gently pulled her away from the others.

“You’ve got to get a hold of yourself,” Reno said gently.

“Those aren’t paratroopers or the 181st Airborne. Those are aliens, and our weapons aren’t hurting them.”

“Okay, okay. But these people are already panicking. I’m not sure having them running off in all directions is the best thing to do, especially for the kids.”

Maya glanced down at the children clutching their mother, faces buried in her legs as she pulled them closer. The woman stared at Maya with narrowed eyes.

She’d only been trying to help, to save them from whatever those things were that had flown out of the ship. The one had looked at her. Right at her.

“If these people don’t want to leave, you can’t make them,” Reno said, confirming what she knew was the truth. “This is about us now. About Laura and Aiden. You did what you could for these people, and now they’re responsible for themselves.”

You’re right.

Maya brushed her hair from her face and nodded. She held Reno’s hand as they walked to the other side of the culvert and up the concrete incline to ground level. She turned and looked one last time at the others, who were choosing to stay. As much as Maya wanted to try one last time to convince them otherwise, she didn’t. Instead, she turned and helped Reno out of the culvert and onto the sidewalk.

They crossed the sidewalk and continued down the road on their quest to find a way out of the dome. Turning down a side street, she saw the deep, black wall of the dome. Now that the creatures controlling it had blackened the surface and prevented light from coming through, it was no longer a mystery where the dome stood. Fires raged throughout the city, casting an orange haze overhead and providing limited visibility. Maya felt as though she was trapped inside of a furnace.

Maya alternated between a walk and a light jog, trying to keep her eyes on the dome as they passed houses. It cut straight through buildings, cars, and presumably anything else that had been on the edge when it had come down. The dome remained like a black, velvet curtain.

There must be a way out of here.

She’d been walking for ten minutes when Maya realized Reno wasn’t beside her. She looked back to see him thirty feet behind, stumbling along on his injured ankle and wincing with each step. She jogged back to him and hung his arm around her neck.

“Sorry. I got ahead of myself.”

“Look, I need to sit down. I can’t put any weight on my damned ankle.”

Maya thought again about the alien and the way it had turned to face her. When the hatch on the ship had opened, hundreds—possibly thousands—of those things had flown out. Where had they gone, and what were they doing? The questions made her shiver.

Ahead on the right stood a house with a front door that had been ripped from its hinges. She scanned the yard, seeing car parts, old tires, and dilapidated furniture scattered across the front lawn. Someone had put a 90s Buick sedan up on blocks, and a rusted short bus sat at the end of the driveway; the name of a church had been painted on the side, but was now worn and faded, leaving only the word “Baptist” fully legible.

Maya pointed to the bus and led Reno to it. She pushed on the doors, and they opened.

“Wait here.”

Maya stepped into the bus slowly. She looked down the aisle, allowing her eyes to adjust to the dark. Children’s toys and balding car tires filled the back third of the bus, but otherwise, the remaining seats sat empty, and nobody had been hiding on the floor.

She reached down to take Reno’s hand and he shook his head, opting to use the rails to pull himself up and into the bus. He sat down in the third row. Maya shut and locked the door behind them. She then took a seat on a bench across the aisle from Reno, allowing him to stretch out and elevate his leg on the bench he’d reclined on.

“Do you need anything?”

Reno shook his head. “Not unless you’ve been hiding an ice pack in your pants. I just need to elevate it for a while.”

Maya leaned over and gently rotated his injured ankle to get a better look. It had swollen to the size of a baseball, and she knew it would blow up to twice that size the second he took his shoe off.

“You keep this elevated. I’ll check the house and see if there’s any ice in the freezer.”

“Maya,” he said, ignoring her need to treat him as a patient. “I need you to tell me what you saw back there. Why did you freak out?”

And, after a moment, she explained—the rounds the men had fired and the way the alien had risen, looked directly into her eyes, and disappeared back into the darkness. Then, she kept going, to say that if what she’d seen had in fact been one of those things flying out of the spaceship, there had to be thousands of those creatures walking the streets.

“It looked right at me, Reno. That thing saw me.”

Reno shook his head, his eyes darting around the bus as his brain undoubtedly processed what Maya had told him she’d observed.

“Do you think it healed itself?”

“Only two possibilities: it healed itself or the bullets never touched it. Those guys pumped shotgun shells and semi-auto rounds at it. They couldn’t have missed at that range. It’s not possible.”

Reno leaned back against the window and closed his eyes. “Jesus.”

“We have to stick with our game plan. We’ll stay near the edge of the dome and try to find a way out. If we can—”

“No,” Reno said, cutting her off.

Maya grimaced. “What?”

“I can’t walk on this ankle.”

Maya looked down again. “The swelling will go down if you keep it elevated. We can hang here until it does. I’ll try to find some ice and in an hour or so, we’ll—”

“No,” Reno said again, this time in a whisper.

Tears flowed from Maya’s eyes. She was a paramedic. She knew the truth—he couldn’t go on. They would both die moving at the pace they’d need to even if Reno was able to keep his ankle elevated and iced for another twelve hours.

“I can’t do this without you,” she said.

“You can. You’re the strongest person I’ve ever met. And your kids need you for that very reason. I’ll only slow you down and put both of our lives in jeopardy.”

She sniffled and then put her head on Reno’s chest, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“This isn’t the last time you’ll see me,” he said. “I promise.”

Maya lifted her head and looked into his light brown eyes. She ran her palm across his cheek, up into his hair, and pulled his lips toward hers.

She kissed him, and this time Maya leaned into Reno instead of pulling away. He kissed her back before holding her face in his hands and gazing into her eyes.

“Get to your children.”

Maya nodded, stood up, and swept her hair behind her ears. She walked to the doors and opened them before stopping. She glanced at Reno one last time and wiped her eyes.

“I’ll be back.”

37

She’d left Reno. The fact sank in as she looked around, trying to decide where to go next.

As paramedics, they had vowed never to leave each other behind. Reno had been there for her since the dome had come down. He’d made Maya’s priorities his own, putting his life at risk to try and get her out of the dome—to her children. He’d killed someone for her.

And she’d abandoned him.

She choked on her tears. Sometimes life presented an unfair choice—choose your children over your friends—blood thicker than water. Every parent in the world would have done the same thing. She knew it. Reno knew it.

This isn’t the last time you’ll see me. I promise.

She hoped he would be right about that.

But now, she had to focus on finding Laura and Aiden, on saving her children. If she couldn’t do that, Reno’s friendship, love, and sacrifice would simply be in vain.

To her left, a group of people came running and screaming out of a cloud of smoke. Her eyes fell upon a woman running barefoot, wearing a pencil skirt and a sleeveless blouse. She had been a young, beautiful professional before. Well, before all of this. Her wild hair matched her beet-red face now. She screamed, tears rolling down her cheeks.

Maya watched as a ray of light shot through the smoke and hit the girl square in the back. The punishing beam instantly silenced her scream and incinerated her body. Ashes floated where she’d been standing.

The noises, the explosions, she thought. It’s the aliens, hunting us down.

Maya took off when an explosion ripped through the sky with enough intensity to knock her off her feet and send her flying. Maya flipped over twice, her arms and legs waving helplessly. She landed on her side in someone’s yard, rolling into a child’s plastic car that slowed her momentum and brought her to a stop.

Her ribs ached, and she wasn’t sure if she could stand. She looked at the road to see several cars on fire, most of them overturned or on their sides. Bodies lay in the street, some moving but most motionless. A cloud of smoke rolled toward her like creeping death.

“Are you all right?”

She looked up to see a balding man wearing a green shirt with a gray vest. He held a rifle in his hands as he ran over to her.

“Can you walk?” he asked with a Southern drawl.

Trying to clear the fog from her head and ignore the pain in her ribs, Maya nodded.

The man reached down and pulled her up. “Follow me! Hurry!”

Maya followed a chorus of screams and watched as shapes emerged from the smoke, seven feet tall and firing light beams at people as they tried to escape.

She turned back to see the armed man ten yards away, waving her onward.

Maya followed him past injured people begging for help. She bit her lip and ran by as their fingertips brushed her legs. Maya tried not to look in their faces.

Laura. Aiden. They are your top priority.

The man she had followed ran toward the entrance to a small industrial park. Nearby stood one warehouse, the bay door of its loading dock already beginning to open. The balding man gathered others who seemed calm enough to follow as he ran, bringing the group to a total of six people.

Four of the six bay doors opened, and armed civilians appeared on the docks. They fired their weapons over Maya and the others. Maya looked back to see three aliens coming towards them. One of the creatures fell as the people on the docks fired their rifles at it. Bullets hit the other two aliens, as well, but they managed to continue their pursuit of Maya and the others.

She turned back toward the warehouse and ran faster, despite the blossoming pain in her ribs. The man who’d grabbed her from the yard was the first to hop up onto the loading dock. Maya reached it alongside another woman, and a man above took their hands and pulled both of them up.

“Shut the doors!” a man yelled.

As the bay doors dropped, the people with the guns fired several last rounds at the aliens who had been chasing Maya and the others.

A hand appeared in front of Maya’s face, and she looked up to see the man who’d brought her here. She took his hand and he pulled her to her feet.

“Got all your fingers and toes?”

“Yeah. Last time I counted.”

“Good.” He stuck out his hand again, this time looking for a shake. “I’m Kenny.”

She shook his hand. “I’m Maya. Where am I?”

Kenny smiled, and raised his hands, performing a three-hundred and sixty-degree spin. He smiled when he turned to face her again.

“Welcome to the Shed.”

38

The Shed?

The place had obviously been some sort of distribution center. Steel shelving stood fifteen feet in the air with three levels of storage that were all filled with pallets of stacked boxes in clear wrapping. But the boxes didn’t interest her as much as the fact that the overhead lights illuminated the entire place.

Kenny stood with his back to Maya, checking on some of the others who’d come in.

“How do you have power?” Maya asked.

“This place has some pretty powerful generators,” Kenny said, turning around. “It was a distribution center for home improvement stores. They’ve got everything from doors to lawn mowers in this place. That’s why we’ve called it the Shed. Get it?”

Kenny waited for Maya to laugh, and when he only got a half-smile, he shook his head and continued. “Anyways, it ran 24/7 when it was open, and I guess the owners wanted to make sure their workers never had to stop fulfilling orders. So, they installed back-ups. And with this place being what it is, with all the power tools and such, there’s quite a supply of gasoline to run the generators. That said, we don’t run them all the time. But yeah, it’s a good set-up.”

“Hope you’re hiding that gasoline well. Fuel will be in serious demand, the longer this goes on.”

Kenny grinned. “Don’t you worry ‘bout that. Ain’t no one getting in here with how heavily we’re armed.” He raised his eyebrow. “That’s not why you came here. Is it?”

“I’m not sure if you remember, but you came and got me and told me to follow you.”

He laughed and lightly slapped Maya on her arm with the back of his hand. “I’m just messin’ with you. And yeah, I’m glad you made it.” He turned to face everyone. “I’m glad you all made it here. That being said, I think it’s time to cover a few ground rules.”

Crossing her arms, Maya scanned the room. Two dozen people of varying age, sex, and ethnicity stood around. At least this Kenny seemed to be interested in helping people, no matter what they looked like. There were a few children in the group, but most of the people looked to be in their twenties and older. She turned her attention back to Kenny when he started talking again.

“First off, in case you didn’t hear me before, my name is Kenny. I’m the one running this operation. Now, that don’t mean I think I’m some kinda dictator or somethin’. But in situations like this, someone’s got to be responsible for making decisions, and that just happens to fall on me. If you need anything, please feel free to come to me or my wife, Carly.” Kenny pointed to a dark-haired woman raising her hand in the air. “We’ll do our best to take care of you.”

The portly woman couldn’t have been more than five feet tall, but Maya immediately liked her warm smile, and her sharp eyes beneath bangs dyed platinum blonde. The woman’s deep tan came from the Tennessee sun, not a fake bake from some overpriced fitness center.

“Carly is also going to be taking an inventory of your skills. So if you know how to do something that might be of use to the Shed, you’ll want to let her know. Moving on, let’s talk a little bit about food. Yes, we do have some, but not a lot. We keep it in the offices on the other side of the warehouse. We’ve been sending teams out to find more, but that’s going to be harder now that those things are running around out there. We have scheduled meal times and said meals will be rationed out. If you are caught trying to get food when it is not meal time, we will ask you to leave. If you have any special requests due to medical needs, just see Carly.”

Carly raised her hand again in case anyone had missed her the first time Kenny had mentioned his wife by name.

“Sleeping. These floors aren’t much, but they’re basically all we’ve got. We do have some blankets, and you’re welcome to find an empty pallet to lie on or something else suitable you can find around here. But just be glad you’re not out there.” He lifted his gun, pointing it towards the bay doors which led outside. “Now with all that being said, do you have any questions?”

Maya hadn’t wanted to create problems within Kenny’s group, but she felt like he either didn’t know or chose to ignore what she had witnessed out there. She made a statement instead of asking a question. “You didn’t kill those things.”

All heads turned to Maya.

“You kidding me?” a man holding a shotgun said. “We pumped dozens of rounds into them while you were high-tailing it up here. You must’ve been too busy running to see them falling down behind you.”

“I have no doubt that you took them down, but that doesn’t mean you killed them.” She pointed to the bay doors. “Why don’t you have a peek out there and see for yourself?”

A woman with a shotgun jogged over to the door and looked through an opening.

“What do you see?” Kenny asked her.

The woman pulled away and shook her head. “She’s right. There’s nothing out there.”

“Bullshit,” the man with the shotgun said. He went over to the door and looked through the small hole. His mouth dropped, and he turned to face Maya. “How did you know?”

“I saw some men take one down earlier. I thought for sure it was dead. But a few minutes later, I heard it yell out, and then I watched it stand up and walk away. There were no signs it had even been shot. It was like the wounds healed all on their own, or maybe they never even broke the thing’s skin.”

A woman with a child next to her said, “Well, then how are we supposed to survive if we can’t kill them?”

The floor of the warehouse erupted in shouting as everyone tried talking over one another until Kenny whistled. Everyone fell silent.

“There’s no point in arguing. We’ll get together and try to come up with some ideas as to how we might be able to kill these things. But for now, you’re all safe. Let’s take a breath and have a bite to eat.”

As good as food sounded, Maya couldn’t stay. She had to leave and try to find a way out of the dome—those creatures were on the loose, and time was ticking away. She headed for the door.

“Lock up,” Kenny said. “Make sure those doors are secured. Until we know exactly what’s going on, nobody in and nobody out.”

A man holding a rifle locked the door just as Maya got to him. He turned around and shook his head.

39

Maya caught up to Kenny as he walked to the part of the warehouse they’d set up as a dining area. Instead of silver-plated platters on a buffet line, people had arranged open cans of vegetables and beans dumped onto paper plates.

“Kenny, wait.”

He turned around, chewing gum and grinning. “Yes?”

“I appreciate you helping me out and all, but I can’t stay here.”

“Sure. We’ll open the doors right now.”

“Thank you so much. The guard didn’t seem like he would do that for me. So if you can ask him to—”

Kenny cut her off with a chuckle. “Really? I was kidding. You can’t leave now.”

“You don’t understand. I can’t stay. I have a family, kids I haven’t seen in days.”

“Well, hopefully, they’re somewhere safe inside the dome like you are.”

“They aren’t under the dome.”

“They’re outside? Then what are you worried about?”

“I haven’t seen them since that obelisk came out of the ground and the dome dropped on the city. I have to get to them.”

“I’m sorry, Mira.”

“It’s Maya.”

“I apologize. Lots of new names to get to know. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’d like to go get my dinner.”

He started to turn around and Maya grabbed his arm. Kenny wasn’t smiling anymore.

“You can’t hold me here like a hostage,” Maya said, giving him an icy stare.

Kenny pulled her out of earshot from the rest of the group.

“Look,” Kenny said in a low voice, his eyes darting from Maya to the people lining up for a plate of cold beans. “I’m sorry you can’t get to your kids. Really, I am. It sounds like you’ve been through a lot of shit, like the rest of us. The thing is, I can’t let you walk out of here right now. I’ve set rules. And if I let you break them, then I’ve got to do the same for others. You get me?”

“No, I don’t. I’m not a damn prisoner.”

“No, you’re not. So why don’t you come with us and get some food? Get some rest. As soon as the threat outside passes, you can be on your way. I won’t stop you.” He glanced at her ripped and torn clothing. “Maybe we can even get you a clean shirt.”

Kenny turned away again, and this time Maya didn’t stop him. She looked to the door, but the armed guard remained. She’d have to obey Kenny’s rules and stay, or else try to find another way out.

For now, she’d join the others and take the opportunity to eat.

After a quick meal, Maya decided that Kenny was probably right. It wasn’t wise to leave the Shed right away—the streets would still be too dangerous, given what she’d seen dropping from the ship, and she trusted that Kenny would allow her to leave soon. If he didn’t, she’d become his biggest problem.

Kenny’s wife, Carly, handed Maya a blanket and showed her to a spot in the warehouse where she could sleep.

“Thanks,” Maya said.

“Not a problem. I found this for you, as well.”

Carly handed a folded t-shirt to Maya—the Tennessee Titans logo graced the front of the light blue shirt, along with several of the team’s sponsors. It looked to be about a size too big, but at least it was something to keep her warm. Maya smiled.

“I was a Cowboys fan before the Titans moved here, but I suppose this will do.”

Carly laughed and smiled. “Let us know if you need anything else.”

“Thanks.”

Maya slipped into the shirt, which was indeed one size too big. She was about to lie down when Kenny came over to her holding a pallet over his head. He set it on the floor.

“Thought this might be better than sleeping on the cold floor.”

“That’ll be fine. Thanks.”

“No problem.” He stepped closer to her. “I really am sorry I can’t cut you loose now.”

“It’s no big deal. I understand how that could compromise your leadership. You fed me and gave me a place to rest. That’s generous of you. I’ll leave as soon as you guys open the doors for anyone who wants to leave.”

“Of course,” Kenny said, stepping away. “I do want you to know, though, that you’re welcome to stay here for as long as you like.”

Maya smiled and said, “I appreciate that,” in a way that made it obvious she would decline his offer.

Kenny nodded and went to check on the others as Maya made a bed out of the blanket and pallet, and then laid down. She closed her eyes and immediately thought of her kids, and then Reno. She hoped he was safe, and that she would get to see him again—that she would get to kiss him again.

She drifted off moments later, almost certain she could feel Reno’s hands on her face.

The explosion ripped Maya from a deep sleep.

Others in the warehouse had already jumped up and were running in all directions.

“What was that?” a woman asked.

“Everyone stay calm,” Kenny said. He cradled an assault rifle to his chest as he ran toward the bay doors. He looked through the opening, and then immediately turned and dove for the floor.

“Look out!”

The bay door blew open as flames shot into the warehouse.

40

Maya’s ears rang, and she struggled to hear what anyone was saying amidst the chaos. She looked up at the bay doors through clouds of smoke, both of them having been blown completely off their hinges. Kenny lay on his stomach nearby, and Maya couldn’t tell if he was alive or dead. She saw at least one other body lying on the ground—the guard who’d been watching the door when she’d tried to leave. He lay on his back, his arms sprawled out and his unblinking eyes staring her way.

“Come on!” one of the other armed men said. He was waving everyone in the warehouse toward the offices on the other side of the building.

Maya crawled to her knees and climbed to her feet. She’d started to run when she heard a gasp coming from behind her.

Kenny.

The leader of the group crawled on the floor and reached out for Maya.

Behind him, an alien creature screamed from the threshold of the bay doors.

Maya sprinted to Kenny and helped him up. “Stand up,” Maya said. “Can you run?”

“I think so. My leg hurts pretty bad, and so do my ribs. But I think I can walk.”

“You need to run. Come on. We’ve got to hurry.”

Maya helped Kenny along as they ran behind the others. Four people stood on the other side of the warehouse, their weapons aimed at the bay doors. Maya ran as fast as she could, dragging Kenny along. When he fell to the ground, Maya went down with him. She looked back and saw two aliens entering the warehouse through the gaping hole where the bay doors had been.

“Shoot!” she said, covering Kenny’s head with her upper body.

People fired while Maya and Kenny crawled the rest of the way to the office. They went through the door, joining the others inside before someone shut the door and locked it.

Carly ran over to her husband.

“Are you all right?” she asked, kissing his cheek as she wrapped her arms around him.

“I’m fine. Just a few bruises.”

Maya watched a thin line of blood trickling from Kenny’s hairline. He shrugged it off and turned to speak to the others.

“There’s no time. We have to defend this place.”

“Or hide,” a man said.

A woman screamed from the other side of the office. Two men held her down in an office chair as she tried to claw her way through them to the main warehouse floor.

“You have to let me go! My baby’s out there!”

“Stop it! You can’t go out there!” said one of the men holding her back.

Maya raced over to them.

“What happened?”

“My son,” the woman said. “He got scared and ran off towards the back of the warehouse instead of following us to the office.” She looked at the men. “You have to let me get him! My Daniel is out there!”

“I’m sorry, but we can’t,” a man said.

Maya saw a handgun holstered on one of the men’s hips. While he was holding the woman back, Maya took it and ran to the front of the office.

“Hey! Give that back!”

Kenny reached for Maya and said, “Wait! What are you doing?”

“Something those cowards won’t.”

Maya ran from the office, shutting the door behind her.

Four aliens had entered the warehouse. People continued to fire at them as they backed toward the office door in the hopes of making it inside. While they had the aliens distracted, Maya ducked right, sprinting for the rear of the warehouse.

The offices stretched along the far side of the warehouse, all the way to the rear of the building. She passed a pair of bathrooms and saw a door leading into the back of the office when she reached the building’s exterior wall. She still hadn’t seen Daniel anywhere.

Maya squeezed into the small space between the metal racks and the building’s exterior wall. She saw flashes of gunfire still coming from the front of the warehouse.

She climbed between two pallets and into the next aisle. Looking toward the front of the building again, she saw the aliens. Two had fallen, and two others were absorbing a barrage of gunfire as they advanced on the office. They didn’t seem to be carrying the same weapons as the creatures outside had.

“Daniel? Are you here?”

No response.

Suddenly, the gunfire coming from the front of the warehouse stopped, and a bizarre silence filled the building.

I don’t know how much farther away from that office I can get. One more aisle, and then I’m turning back.

She was about to squeeze between two more pallets when she heard a sniffle. Maya followed the noise and saw a ten-year-old boy sitting at the back of a pallet in the second rack.

“Daniel, I’m here to help you. You’ve got to come down.”

“I’m too scared,” he said.

“I know. So is your mom. That’s why we’ve got to get you back to her. Take my hand, and I’ll help you down.”

Daniel reached out with a shaking hand and Maya stretched out, trying to grab it. The boy slipped and fell off the second rack, luckily landing on his feet. But he’d come down on a pallet, snapping the wooden slats. The noise reverberated throughout the warehouse. Maya grabbed him and put her hand over his mouth. She peered out and around the pallet, spotting one of the aliens lumbering down the aisle.

The alien paused, turned, and came at them.

“We’ve got to run.” Maya pointed across the aisle. “Go that way until you get to the office. Get into the first door if you can.”

“Don’t leave me.”

“I’m not. I’ll be right behind you. But I’m going to distract that thing so you can get away.”

“Distract what?”

Maya cupped his face. “You keep your eyes straight ahead and run. Don’t look around. Promise.”

“I promise.”

“Now, go!”

Daniel ran out into the middle of the aisle and froze. She lunged forward and pushed him along, guiding him to the gap in the pallets she had squeezed through.

“Go!”

The boy finally took off.

Maya turned down the long aisle to see the alien twenty yards away. Closer up now, she could see that it wasn’t armed with one of the laser-like weapons she’d seen before. She held her gun and backed up against the brick wall. Looking to each side, she knew the creature wouldn’t be able to squeeze between these pallets.

The alien came toward her, cutting the distance between them in half. The creature walked like a human, but with long, measured strides. She could see the contours of the alien’s armor or suit, and the polished glass protecting its eyes seemed to flicker like light through a prism.

Maya held the gun behind her back, sweat collecting around the grip of the hidden weapon.

Come on, big guy. Come and get some.

Maya drew the gun and waited for it to get within ten feet before firing three shots at the alien. The creature cried out, caught off guard and waving its arms in the air as if was trying to shoo off the bullets. She sped into the racks on her left, running between the pallets and into the next aisle.

The alien’s scream echoed through the warehouse, most likely attracting the attention of the others.

Maya reached the exterior wall and squeezed into the narrow space at the back of the racks. The alien pushed through the pallets as she reached the last aisle, closest to the office.

Maya glanced up to see a person grab Daniel into the office. Several others began firing again, trying to hold off the aliens. She looked over to see the creature she’d shot pursuing her through the pallets in the next aisle over.

She sprinted, but tripped over a box that had fallen into the middle of the aisle. When she jumped to her feet, she saw someone waving at her to hurry.

Boxes exploded to her right and Maya covered her head as a wave of burning cardboard fell to the floor.

The alien reached out and grabbed hold of her neck, pushing Maya backward into a bathroom. A man screamed her name as the door shut, and Maya found herself face to face with the alien.

41

Maya sat on the floor, her knees knocking together and her heart racing. She felt as though she were at the zoo, standing naked before a hungry lion who had gotten out of his cage.

She used her heels to shuffle backward like a crab until her back struck a wall. Then she pushed herself to her feet, standing, but trapped. The creature snarled, the sound like that of a rabid dog—menacing and feral. Maya looked around for anything she could use as a weapon, although even a gun had barely seemed to slow it down. She’d not even bothered to fire at the alien again.

The creature’s chest heaved, and a low, ragged purr replaced the angry snarl. She looked closer, now seeing that the alien wore some type of mask that covered its eyes and mouth—the fluorescent light reflecting off smooth, obsidian lenses.

The beast took a step toward her, its head nearly scraping the ceiling.

“Please,” Maya said. “Why are you doing this?”

The alien cocked its head to the side.

“Do you understand what I am saying?”

The alien focused on her, and she detected flickering behind the protective lenses covering its eyes. She heard air hissing through the gridded plate over its mouth, the breaths even and perfectly measured.

Without warning, it came at Maya.

In a moment of pure self-preservation, Maya’s martial arts training took over. She kicked the alien in the side and then landed a kick in the creature’s midsection. The alien staggered, but didn’t fall.

Maya stood straight and prepared to go at the thing again. If this was the end for her, she wasn’t going to die a whimpering woman—she was going to fight.

The alien lunged at her again, and Maya kicked it in the knee. It bent over momentarily, and that was when Maya delivered a jab aimed for the alien’s mouth, which was almost out of her reach given the creature’s height. But the alien’s arm came up so fast that it caught her wrist and twisted it before she even felt the pain. Maya punched at it with her other arm, but the alien caught that one, as well. It squeezed until she thought the bones in her arm would snap. She cried out, dropping to her knees while the alien held her in the air by her wrists.

The alien shoved Maya back against the wall, crossing her arms until they formed an X over her head. She gritted her teeth and pushed back, but she couldn’t break free.

“Let me go—”

Releasing her left wrist, the alien wrapped its pale, gray hand around Maya’s throat. Like it had with her wrists, the creature began to squeeze her larynx until the pressure cut off her air supply. Maya gasped. The alien pulled her forward until her nose was almost touching the tip of its mask. Up close, it sounded as if the mask had an internal oxygenator of some kind, a device that mechanically regulated airflow. In a strange moment of clarity, she wondered if the Earth’s air was toxic for the aliens, and if that was why they had to wear masks.

It lifted her up off the floor another foot until her eyes leveled with the alien’s. Another flicker, and the darkened glass morphed from opaque obsidian to a smooth, clear surface. She gazed into the creature’s beady, solid eyes. They shimmered in their sockets like pools of blackened motor oil. And as Maya felt her brain clouding over and the edges of her own vision darkening, she thought she saw delight in the creature’s eyes—a satisfaction as it squeezed the life from her.

Her vision blurred further and then doubled, and she began to lose feeling in her fingers and toes.

This is it. This is how I’m going to die.

Maya thought of her children. If the world somehow survived this insanity, the courts would award custody of Laura and Aiden to their father. They’d be stuck living in his filthy bachelor pad with his twenty-something ditz of a girlfriend. She felt tears welling up in her eyes as the black edges of her vision crept inward. Maya wasn’t scared of dying, but she didn’t want her children to have live with Gerald.

The pressure on her throat disappeared then, and she felt weightless. It wasn’t until her shoulder struck the opposite wall that she realized she could breathe again, and that the alien no longer had her by the wrist. Maya slammed down onto the floor, cold water hitting her face and snapping her back to reality as she gulped as much air as she could get into her burning lungs.

Water was shooting out from the supply line that had been connected to the toilet; the shattered porcelain fanned across the floor and chunks had caught in her hair. The door of the bathroom stall hung at an angle on a single remaining hinge.

The alien roared and then ripped the stall door completely off, tossing it toward the front of the bathroom. It stood over her then, purring.

Maya rubbed her throat while still gasping for air. She looked down and saw blood running in crooked rivulets down her arm, from a gash near her shoulder. But the burning pain wasn’t what made her body shake. That was caused by the alien towering over her, its hideous eyes staring right at her. Through her.

“Stop playing with me,” she said, her voice heavy and thick.

Again, the alien tilted its head as if trying to understand what she was saying.

“Kill me!” she screamed, spittle flying from her lips. “Just do it already!”

The alien’s head jerked. It looked upward and let out the most high-pitched, shrill wail Maya had ever heard, the sonic equivalent of a multi-car pile-up on the highway—scraping, hot metal.

Maya rolled onto her side and covered her ears, but it did little good. The volume and intensity of the creature’s cry put enormous pressure on her eardrums and made her dizzy, the sound so powerful that it rocked her equilibrium. She felt for something on the floor, anything she could use to make it stop. Her arm brushed against a hunk of metal, and she noticed the toilet tank cover sat next to it. Maya grabbed the edges and stood as the alien finally stopped screaming.

Take this, you son of a bitch.

Maya cried out as she swung the hunk of heavy ceramic, lunging forward and connecting with a perfectly-placed blow to the alien’s mouth. The lid snapped in half on contact and the creature stumbled backward. It slid down the wall, bringing its gray hands up to its face. Maya swallowed hard as she looked at the alien.

She had knocked the mask off.

The alien looked up at her, and again those eyes made her dizzy. She saw that the steel grid at the bottom of the mask had covered a human-like mouth, although the thing’s lips appeared to be dark and unnaturally thin. There was a split second when the creature sat perfectly still, and then it let loose a violent howl, writhing on the floor and tearing at its face with long, sharp nails.

Maya looked at the broken mask on the floor and then back at the alien.

It can’t breathe without the mask.

The alien screamed and thrashed, clawing at its own face the entire time. The creature’s mouth opened and closed like a dying fish dropped on dry land.

Maya ran out of the crumpled stall and to the door. The fluorescent lights above flickered, casting an uneven strobe light on the debris below. She raced out of the bathroom fully expecting to find more aliens infesting the Shed and tearing its inhabitants to pieces.

But instead, a man with a shotgun waved at her.

“Follow me! We’ve got the others down!”

Maya ran into the office after the man as the scream from the bathroom faded away behind her.

42

Maya collapsed after rushing back into the office. She gasped for air as people gathered around her.

“Jesus,” said Carly, crouching down beside her. “You’re bleeding.”

Maya leaned back against the wall, her head spinning as she continued taking long, deep breaths.

“Someone grab me a towel or something I can wrap around her arm!” Carly said as she put her hand on Maya’s shoulder. Someone handed Carly a clean t-shirt.

“Sit up.”

Maya leaned forward to allow Carly to get to the wound on her shoulder. As the woman wrapped the shirt around her arm and applied pressure, Maya scanned the room—it held about half as many people as had been in the group before.

On the other side of the room, Daniel’s mother had her arms wrapped around her son. Daniel had been staring at Maya when she turned to look at him. The woman rubbed the boy’s head and mouthed the words ‘thank you’ to Maya.

Kenny lumbered over and squatted down, looking at Maya’s shoulder and then at the swollen red marks on her throat. “What happened?”

“I was heading back this way, and one of those things chased me into the bathroom. It could have killed me, but for some reason, it didn’t. It toyed with me instead.”

“How did you get out of there alive? We thought for sure you were dead.”

“So did I. But I hit it in the face with the toilet tank lid. That—I killed it.”

“Bullshit,” someone else said.

“We’ve been firing round after round into those things out there.” Kenny put a hand on Maya’s arm as if she were a naïve child. “Those damn things have killed half a dozen of our people while taking serious gunfire. And you’re telling us you killed one in a bathroom stall? With part of a toilet?”

Maya shook her head, which brought up a sharp pain in her shoulder. Carly tightened her grip on Maya’s arm, trying to staunch the flow of blood from the wound.

“I knocked its mask off. Once I did that, it started screaming and writhing around on the ground.”

Kenny looked at Carly, and she gave him the look—the unspoken message from wife to husband that says, “Shut up.”

Maya continued. “I’d been able to hear it breathing behind the mask, but it didn’t sound natural—like there was some device regulating the air, or filtering it. I think they need the mask to breathe the air. Our atmosphere must be toxic to them.”

“How are we supposed to get close enough to them to get their masks off?” someone asked. “You happened to be in a tight space while that thing was playing with you.”

“Maybe we can shoot them off,” Carly said.

“I don’t know. I hit it really hard, and from the right angle. But I don’t know if I got lucky or if they really come off that easily. But we know that gunfire slows them down. They seem to recover quickly, but maybe they’re wearing some kind of protective skin—like a bullet-proof suit or something.” Maya felt her brain filling with more and more questions. She shook her head and tried to formulate a theory based on what she’d observed, not on unproven assumptions. “But if we can take them down, maybe we can get close enough to get their masks off.”

Kenny shrugged. “That sounds like as good a plan as any. The only problem is that we’ve lost a lot of our people. And the rest of us are beat to shit.”

Maya looked out the office windows and into the warehouse. If the one in the bathroom was dead, that left three aliens in the warehouse—if others hadn’t arrived in the meantime. Two of Kenny’s men were still out there, though, both with their weapons locked and loaded.

“I’ll lead the charge,” Maya said.

“You’re still bleeding,” Carly said. “And the more blood you lose, the weaker you’re going to get.”

“I’ll be fine. I can run fast.” She turned to the others in the office. “Who’s with me?”

Only one person came forward. He looked to be about twenty-five years old, with shaggy brown hair and long, thin limbs. The tufts of hair on his face would never be confused for a beard, and his acne probably made him look ten years younger than he really was. The others in the room stared at Maya with blank eyes or looked away.

“What’s your name?” Maya asked the kid.

“Trevor.” His voice was shaky, mumbling.

“All right. Were you paying attention to what I was saying earlier? We’ve got to get the masks off those things.”

He nodded.

“We’ll need something to hit them with.” Maya looked around the room. “Something short enough to swing hard and fast, but long enough that we don’t need to get too close to them.”

“I think I got us covered,” Kenny said.

He hobbled to the corner of the room and pulled three machetes from the bottom drawer of a filing cabinet. Maya’s mouth dropped.

“Really? People in this office kept machetes in their cubicles?”

“This was a home improvement store distribution center. We went through and found some goodies when we first got here.”

Trevor took two and handed one machete to Maya, holding the other one in his own left hand.

“The third one is mine.”

Carly looked at her husband as he limped up to Trevor with the third machete in hand.

“But you can barely walk, hon. You can’t fight.”

“I have to,” Kenny said to his wife.

“She’s right,” Maya said. “You need to stay here.”

“And leave you two to fend for yourselves? I don’t think so.”

“We won’t be by ourselves. We’ve got the others out there. And they have guns.”

Kenny huffed. “I won’t hide here while you two go out there and fight.”

Maya went to him and whispered, “You have to stay. These people need you. You can’t risk it when you can barely walk.”

“But I—”

“No,” Maya said before he could finish. “Stay here and be ready. If they come through, do anything you can to get their masks off.”

Kenny looked down and shook his head. When he looked up again, he nodded. “Watch your asses out there.”

Maya smiled at him and then looked at Trevor.

“You ready?”

His lips quivering, the young man nodded.

Maya went to the door. She closed her eyes and drew in a deep breath.

I can’t believe I’m going back out there.

She opened her eyes, and then the door.

43

The aliens in the warehouse had recovered and were now standing, shoulder to shoulder—only their silhouettes visible as muzzle flashes painted the darkness in bright bursts. Blue smoke and the stench of gunpowder filled the warehouse. Maya felt a cold shiver run up her neck, and she couldn’t tell if it was because of her blood loss or the fact that the aliens seemed indestructible. She tried not to think about the hundreds, possibly thousands, she had witnessed dropping from the ship’s hatch to land inside the dome.

Maya ran to the closest man holding a gun. He looked at her with big eyes, his face red and with sweat dripping from his brow. Members of Kenny’s group lay on the floor—all of them dead.

“They just keep getting up, no matter how many bullets we fire. Before long, we won’t have any ammunition left!”

“I need you to calm down and stay focused,” Maya said. “I know how to kill them. But I’m going to need your help.” She looked to the others holding guns. “All of you.”

“How?”

With the guns quieted, the aliens started toward them in a slow, methodical march, locked together like robots.

“Get the aliens on the ground, and I’ll show you. Give them everything you’ve got. Me and Trevor here will do the rest.”

The man with the gun didn’t even have a chance to reply. The alien on the far-left broke rank and lunged, roaring with the same high-pitched shriek Maya had endured in the bathroom. She covered her ears again, almost dropping the machete.

Gunfire erupted and mixed with the alien’s shrieks.

Maya turned to Trevor and had to scream into his ear. “Ready?”

He nodded. The machete shook in his hand.

She thought of Reno and wished he were there with her. But he wasn’t, and she’d have to count on Trevor to come through.

The men had coordinated their fire on a single alien, and the barrage of bullets had knocked it down, only ten feet from where they stood. The creature was now on its back, its arms and legs thrashing about. Trevor started for it, but Maya grabbed him by the arm. The men turned their fire on the other aliens, knocking them to the floor with more bullets.

“Hold on. You have to make sure you’re close enough. These are too dull to cut it, so make sure to aim for the mask.”

As if on cue, the alien sat up and turned to face Trevor.

“Now!” she said, letting go of Trevor’s arm.

He ran at the creature with his machete raised in the air.

Time slowed for Maya as she watched everything unfold, much like what would happen when she and Reno arrived on the scene of a gruesome accident. She believed it was the way her brain processed stimuli without overwhelming her—it made things bearable.

The only lights shining in the warehouse came from the ends of the barrels as the gunfire erupted. The smoke continued to fill the space, and Maya couldn’t see anything.

She stumbled through the darkness and stood next to Trevor. Both looked down at the alien on the floor who had been struck with another barrage of bullets. It wasn’t moving, but even through the commotion, Maya could hear its mechanical breathing. Trevor still had the machete above his head. He hadn’t swung at the creature’s head yet. Tears filled his eyes, and his entire body shook.

“Trevor!”

He looked at her, gasping.

“I’ll do it. Watch me.”

He nodded.

Maya swung her machete and connected with the mask using the side of the blade, in almost the same spot as she had with the alien in the bathroom. The mask fell from the alien’s face and shattered, revealing dark, thin lips. Its black eyes stared at her.

But instead of gasping for air, the alien blinked and sat up. Its hand shot out and long, spindly fingers wrapped around Trevor’s throat.

“No!”

She had destroyed its protective mask, and yet the alien seemed to be unfazed.

Maya swallowed.

Oh no.

44

Unlike the alien that Maya had fought in the bathroom, this alien with its hand grasped around Trevor’s throat didn’t waste time toying with him. The man’s scream turned into a garbled mess as the alien squeezed tighter, crushing his windpipe like an aluminum can. Blood flowed from his mouth and down his chin as it soaked the front of his shirt.

Maya froze and stared, Trevor’s face contorting in each flash of gunfire like still frames in a horror movie. It was too late to save him.

Someone had turned on a flashlight, and the beam danced around the hazy warehouse. She saw the two other aliens coming at her, both now homing in on Maya after recovering from dozens of rounds of gunfire. Only one man had survived, and he now called out to Maya, a gun in one hand and a flashlight in the other.

One of the aliens swatted the flashlight from the man’s hand, knocking it under a stack of pallets and plunging them back into almost total darkness.

“Follow me!” the man said to Maya.

Maya felt her blood rising, and she let the man run past as the three aliens came closer. She grasped the handle of the machete and spread her feet shoulder-length apart.

“No,” Maya said to the man. “I’m making a stand.”

A burst of light shone into the warehouse as the man opened the door to the office and then shut it. Instead of heading for the office and leading the aliens to the only humans still alive in the building, she turned and faced them.

Maya’s instincts kicked in, and she took action before thinking about what to do. She leaped up and struck one alien with the machete, and then another, knocking their masks off. The third smacked her with the back of its hand, but she fell to the floor with her fingers still wrapped around the weapon. She spun and swung at its head, shattering its mask, as well. But one alien had outflanked her, and this one punched her in the back of the head. Maya smacked against the wall, the machete clanging away into the darkness. She shook her head and scrambled to her feet, running as fast as she could toward the back of the warehouse, hoping there was nothing blocking the hallway.

Maya turned right, past a stack of pallets, and banged on a single door which she hoped opened into the main office. She tried turning the handle, but it was locked.

“Open up! Someone, please!”

She hit the door with both fists like she was banging on a drum. Closing her eyes, she put her forehead against the cold, steel surface. She continued to pound on the door, screaming for someone, anyone, to answer.

Then Maya heard the snarl, and turned around.

Without any light shining in the back of the warehouse, she could only sense movement. The three aliens had stopped in front of her, blocking any possible escape. Her only chance was through the door, but it had been locked, and it didn’t seem as though anyone was about to let her inside.

“C’mon,” she said, waving them toward her. “I’m not running anymore.”

As Maya felt the three aliens closing in on her, she heard a click come from the door and felt it shift where she had been leaning on it. A split second later, the door opened a few inches and light from inside the office cut through the darkness at a forty-five-degree angle, pointing toward the creatures.

The aliens screeched in reaction, and their hands went to their faces. They whirled to run back into the dark warehouse, their howls echoing off the walls.

Maya turned to see movement inside of the office. The people must have heard her banging and opened the door, but they’d wisely kept back from it. Maya paused before entering, her brain churning on what she’d seen.

She stepped forward into the light. Maya stopped when she came upon both aliens lying face down on the concrete. She walked toward them, stepping gently, as if her approaching footsteps would throw them into a new fury.

Standing over the two motionless creatures, she noticed that the backs of their bald heads had been scorched, their gray skin burned completely off and leaving only a blackened skull. Maya looked back at the beam of light coming from the office. Someone had opened the door further, casting a wider berth with the light.

When the light hit the aliens’ exposed skin, it sizzled and fried them with a sickening stench of smoke that smelled like burning tires. As the light continued to shine on them, small blue flames ignited and engulfed their entire heads until nothing was left but two piles of ash.

Maya grinned, watching the things fall to ash, and then ran back to the office, excited to tell Kenny and Carla what she had discovered.

45

“How did you do that?” Kenny asked.

Maya picked her machete up off the ground and led Carly, Kenny, and the rest of the survivors back to the bathroom. The alien she’d battled had flipped onto its stomach and managed to cover its head with scraps of clothing torn from dead bodies. Its feet twitched, but it was otherwise still.

“Help me drag it out of the stall.”

Kenny looked at Carly before addressing Maya, wincing as he shifted his weight from his bum leg. “Now, sweetheart, I don’t know what you think we’re gonna—”

“Do it, Kenny,” Maya said, interrupting him. “All of us grab something and pull this thing out into the middle of the floor.”

They each grabbed a part of it then, touching the alien as if it had been covered in slime. Kenny and Carly pulled its feet while another man helped Maya yank the creature by the arms. It tensed up and whined, keeping the rags over its unmasked face. Maya couldn’t believe how heavy it was. She felt the blood flowing again from the wound in her shoulder.

“Now hold it still.”

Maya reached down and snatched the rags from the alien’s face.

At first, the creature stared up into the flickering fluorescent lights. But within a second, its face contorted into a snarl and a low, gravelly hum came from its mouth. As Maya tossed the rags aside, the alien hissed. Tendrils of smoke began to twist from its eyes, and the gray skin started to brown, sending the reek of burning brake pads into the air.

Kenny and Carly backed away while the other man ran from the bathroom.

Flames followed the smoke and engulfed the alien’s face, burning it down to a charred, black skull.

Maya put her hands on her hips and stared at Kenny. “That’s what happened to them.”

Carly put her hand on Kenny’s and the corners of her mouth raised into a wide grin.

Maya pointed the machete towards the ceiling. “It’s gotta be the light. That’s why they have to wear masks—not to protect themselves from the air, but from the light. It must be why they dropped the dome before the invasion. Sunlight would fry them.”

“Well, bless your heart,” Kenny said to Maya.

“But there are hundreds, maybe thousands, of those things out there,” Carly said. “How are we supposed to get the masks off all of them? And what light are we gonna use? Only lights we’ve had on in here are powered by a back-up generator. Most places won’t have that.”

Outside and in the distance, Maya heard explosions and screams, both human and inhuman. She had been so concerned with her own survival inside the warehouse that she had forgotten about everything happening outside.

“So, what do we do now?” Kenny asked.

“I don’t know, but I can’t stay here. I’m sorry.”

Kenny shot Maya an incredulous stare. “You’re really leaving? After all this? You’re going to get yourself killed out there.”

“I have to.”

“We need you. You’re not afraid of these things. You know how to fight them.”

“And now you do, too.” Maya shrugged. “Sorry, but I can’t stay. My kids are out there—outside of the dome. I’ve got to get to them.”

A minute passed, but then Kenny nodded. “I understand.”

He extended his hand and Maya shook it.

“Thanks for taking me in,” Maya said. She tried handing him the machete, but Kenny pushed it back at her.

“You keep it. In fact, take these, too.”

He pulled a Glock from his waist and handed it to her, along with an extra loaded magazine.

“You sure?” she asked.

“Of course. You’re going to need something to slow them down before you burn their faces off.”

She shook his hand again and thanked him, and then walked away, heading to where Daniel and his mother sat in an empty storage room. She was cradling him in her arms, and turned to smile at Maya when she walked into the room.

“Thank you so much for what you did.”

“It’s no problem.”

Daniel climbed out of his mother’s lap and hugged Maya. “Thank you,” he said.

Maya looked into his eyes. “You listen to your mom. All right?”

The boy nodded.

“Good luck finding your children,” the woman said.

“Thank you.”

Maya walked past the dead aliens, resisting the urge to look at them again. When she reached the bay doors that had been blown out, she looked back at the survivors. They waved at her, Kenny and Carly standing with their arms around each other.

Maya smiled back at them and waved before she jumped off the dock and ran into the darkness.

46

“Maya.”

She kept running, but turned her head. The person hadn’t called out “Mary” or “Marie,” so she knew it wasn’t a lucky guess. Someone had recognized her.

“Maya, stop!”

She turned off the sidewalk and down a gravel path that led between two parking lots. There, sitting on the guardrail, was a familiar face.

“Jack. My God, is that you? How did—”

“Not now,” he said, interrupting her. “There isn’t time. I ran into Reno. I told him I had to find you. I have information.”

“Is Reno okay?”

“He’s fine, don’t worry. He pointed me in the direction you were headed. I saw the aliens, the fight—you ran into that warehouse and they locked the doors. And, damn, I heard explosions coming from inside and I was about to give up.”

The emotions rolled in her stomach and turned it like sour milk. Maya thought of Reno, the people who had died in the Shed—her children.

“Why me, Jack? Why are you looking for me? What can I possibly do? I can’t stop this. Nobody can.”

“You saved my life. After running into one of my friends in the ETC who’s a scientist, I knew I had to find you. I had to help you. I owe you one. Especially after sending you through the tunnels. Reno told me what happened. I should have known there’d be no way under the dome.”

“Spit it out,” she said, cutting off his apology. Maya saw a light in Jack’s eyes. He looked like a kid who was about to spill a huge secret. She decided it wasn’t the time to scream at him about what had happened to them in the tunnels. It wasn’t his fault—he couldn’t have known about the people lurking down there. Now, she just needed to know what he knew.

“The dome isn’t invincible.”

“Uh, Jack? Have you seen what’s been happening here?”

“No, no. I mean the dome is impenetrable, but it’s not invincible.”

Maya shook her head, sighing at him.

“The dome is a force field. Some alien technology shit that we’re decades, maybe centuries from understanding. But we’re still on Earth. Laws of our universe apply. Science. That thing has to be powered by something.”

“Go on,” she said as another explosion blew out the windows of a warehouse three hundred yards away. Maya thought she felt a shard of glass hit her arm.

“Well, my friend can’t verify this. No way to test it. But like we originally thought, if we can knock out the power source running the dome, it falls. He says it’s probably near or beneath the obelisk, a generator drawing juice from geothermal heat.”

Maya growled and stepped into Jack.

“How dare you toy with me like this? I’m supposed to believe that all the scientists and military in Nashville couldn’t figure this out, if you and your friend could, and they’re not trying to blow up the obelisk as we speak?”

Jack grabbed her by the arm. “I don’t know if what my friend told me is true, but I do know that he’s been working on several classified projects that involve alien—”

“No. Enough. I’m going to get out of here and get to my kids. I don’t know how you thought this could help or why you came after me. You’re wasting my time.”

“Listen, Maya. Since those things dropped from the ship, it’s been nothing but chaos in here. No time or resources for us to mobilize scientists and have them run ‘experiments’ on the dome. Aliens are zapping folks with lasers. Disintegrating them.”

“Yeah, I know,” Maya said with a quiver in her voice.

“But I believe my friend, and I want to help you. That’s why I’m telling you—I’m headed to the obelisk, and I’m going to blow it up. You need to be standing on the edge of the dome, and when it happens, you run like hell.”

Surprised into silence, Maya stepped forward, and put a hand to the side of his face and looked into his eyes. Jack had black circles beneath them, and it looked like he’d lost weight even though it hadn’t been that long since she’d last seen him.

“You’ll probably get yourself killed.”

“I know. But I got nothing, woman. I’d rather ride off into the sunset with guns blazing.”

Riding. Cowboys. Guns… Mustang.

“What kind?” she asked, stepping back as flames leapt from the nearby warehouse. Someone screamed and then abruptly stopped.

“Kind of what?”

“Power. Engine. You said your scientist friend thinks its geothermal. So they must be drilling down to release the heat.”

“Yeah, so?” asked Jack.

“That means that the drill or the engine, or whatever, its creating heat. Every engine must dissipate the heat or it’ll seize. Burn out.”

“You might be onto something,” he said. “How do you know?”

“I’ve replaced the radiator in my ‘65 Mustang four times. The coolant system sucks. The tubes wear out or get damaged and then the engine overheats.”

“You’re fucking brilliant!” Jack pranced around Maya, his fist in the air.

“You don’t have to take destroy the generator, Jack. Just damage the coolant system. But I have no idea where, or how, or if it’ll even work.”

“I don’t care. I’m going to get you out of here and to your kids even if I die trying. Literally.”

Maya smiled and brushed a tear away from her eye.

“You need to get to the edge of the dome. Give me exactly two hours to get to the obelisk.”

She nodded and checked her watch while Jack did the same.

“Stay alive. I’m going to bring that fucker down. You be ready to run when the dome drops. Two hours from now.”

“Thank you, Jack,” she said, hugging him.

“One more thing. Promise me a ride in that Mustang when this is all over.”

“Cross my heart,” Maya said, refraining from mentioning the rest of the old saying.

47

Maya didn’t look back.

She knew Jack would most likely die in vain and the dome would still be here, keeping them trapped like zoo animals. She didn’t have the heart to crush his hope, but something told her to see this plan through to the end—to head for the dome’s perimeter while Jack made a run at the obelisk.

The city had fallen apart around her, and yet she still thought of her children—like most mothers would. She’d lost time in the warehouse, but it had been worth it. She now knew how to kill these things, and Crazy Jack just might get the dome to fall.

But the question Carly had raised was an important one.

Even if they could destroy the dome, how were they going to kill all of the aliens?

Without the internet or modern mass media—both of which seemed to be disabled by the dome—getting critical information out could be nearly impossible, so there was no way to tell people that it was just the masks keeping them safe from light, even once the sun’s rays were available to finish the job. Also, she had no idea how far the invasion had spread. What if the aliens had knocked out the power grid and internet, globally? If hitting them in the face with light killed the aliens, where was that light going to come from, and how could they mobilize it into a weapon of galactic mass destruction?

Maya would have to worry about all of that later. Right now, her main objective was to get to the dome and hope Jack could do what he’d said he would.

However, that could be challenging, given the chaos and darkness caused by the dome and the subsequent alien invasion. Maya felt vulnerable running through the streets as people died all around her. The only light beneath the dome came from explosions, house fires, and burning automobiles. Perversely, it was the light from the destruction which would have to guide her from the warehouse district to the dome’s edge. Jack had aimed Maya in the right direction, but that had been as helpful as telling someone to hold their nose as you pushed them into a lake—blindfolded.

She kept running, though, and she didn’t stop until she heard a scream nearby. Maya ducked beneath the low-hanging branches of two oak trees, kneeled, and observed her surroundings. The scream had come from a woman not more than forty yards away. She’d crashed her car into a brick mailbox and four aliens surrounded the wreckage. One of them pulled the woman from the front seat as she thrashed about.

Maya’s instinct and experience made her want to help her, but she knew she couldn’t. One of the aliens took aim and blasted the woman. Her body exploded into ash. Maya turned away, realizing that the alien that had toyed with her in the warehouse had probably been an anomaly, a single creature with a streak of curiosity among one of the thousands of creatures dropped from the ship’s hatch. Everything she’d seen since that time supported the theory that the dome had been dropped for one reason, and one reason only—to exterminate all humans beneath it.

Her foot slid forward and pushed a handful of dry, crinkled leaves against the trunk of the tree. She peered around the tree and saw the aliens looking in her direction. Maya held her breath, trying not to make another sound. After a few seconds, the aliens looked the other way and headed down the street, away from her.

Maya sighed. She stood up, careful not to rustle anymore leaves.

She’d taken a step out from beneath the branches when she heard snarling behind her. Maya spun around and saw two aliens approaching, only thirty yards away. And they were coming right at her.

Run.

She leaped into a full sprint, no longer worried about making too much noise. They had seen her, and were now in close pursuit.

This was Maya’s first encounter with the aliens in the open. Fighting them in the tight confines of the warehouse, she’d had no idea how fast they could move. For all she knew, the aliens could be as fast as horses, and she didn’t want to turn around to find out. Sprinting through almost complete darkness and through a heavily-wooded area, she had to pay close attention for obstacles that might trip her up.

Finally, though, Maya couldn’t stop herself. She had to turn around and see where they were. The aliens had gotten to within fifteen yards of her, but it seemed like they struggled to maneuver through the trees. With so many branches, it also explained why they hadn’t used their self-propulsion jets to fly toward her, as she had seen them do when they’d first entered the dome.

She saw a concentrated beam of light hit the ground to her right, followed by the now-familiar hum of the alien’s blaster heating up the molecules as it sliced through the air. She cried out and turned away as if that could protect her from the violent destruction wrought by the laser.

The concentrated beam blasted a trunk to her right, cutting through the massive tree and dropping it, rattling Maya’s teeth. The force of the old-growth tree slamming to the ground knocked her off balance and she landed on her side, slid across a leaf-strewn slope, and then went tumbling down a steep hill.

Maya couldn’t control her fall. She rolled and tumbled, her injured shoulder throbbing with new pain. Without any light, Maya had lost all sense of direction, rolling head over heels and hoping she wouldn’t slam into a tree head-first. And then all motion ceased. Her back had slammed into something hard and unmoving, her ears ringing, and a knot formed in her stomach that made her feel like she needed to vomit. Maya had leaves in her hair and blood dripping from several cuts on her arms and legs. She put a hand on her shoulder, where fresh blood seeped from the wound she couldn’t seem to keep closed. Maya rolled over, pushed herself up onto her knees, and turned to look up.

The aliens stood at the top of the hill, black silhouettes cut from the orange, backlit sky. Billowing smoke from fires raging across the city of Nashville floated in the air like angry rain clouds. The aliens above her screamed, piercing the air and most likely alerting other alien invaders of her location. Maya had to get to her feet and run.

She remembered the penlight in her pocket and pulled it out, happy to see that it had survived the tumble down the hill. The end piece had broken off, but it worked when she flicked it on and off quickly.

“They know where you are now. No use in hiding the light.”

She stood and shined the penlight around her feet, spotting a trail leading to the west. She was just taking a step when her elbow brushed something solid. A shot of purple light ran down her arm.

“The dome!”

Maya stood there in shock, bruised and battered at the bottom of a hill with aliens at the top who had alerted others of her location. But the dome forced her to go in one direction on the trail, and she had no idea where the trail would take her. She shined the light around, checking to see if she had any other options. Maya saw only the trail and trees. No tunnels. No drains. No way out.

“C’mon,” Maya said looking at her watch, estimating she had less than two minutes until it was time. “I might not have two minutes.”

At the top of the hill, the aliens screeched as their numbers grew. What had started as two or three now looked to be closer to ten. One of them fired their destructive beam and it missed Maya by a foot. She ducked and hid behind a wide trunk.

Trapped.

The dome was right there. Her children on the other side of it. And yet, she might as well have been gazing across the Grand Canyon.

“Be early, Jack. Please!”

An orange fireball lit the sky and Maya looked back in the direction of the obelisk. It stood out as a massive black tooth, superimposed on a fiery sky. The explosion rumbled through the sky like thunder as the ground shook beneath her feet. She waited, holding her breath and looking from the obelisk to the aliens on the top of the hill.

Maya reached out and felt the pulse of the dome’s surface. The obelisk remained and the dome held. Jack had failed.

And then she felt a buzz on her skin, a touch of electricity that raised the hair on her arms. Maya turned and saw the blackened surface of the dome flickering, the sunlight and Tennessee countryside coming in and out of view as if through the lens of a broken film projector.

The aliens on the hill let loose with another volley of shrill screams, but when Maya looked up, she noticed that they had backed away from the edge of the hill’s decline—and several had run away entirely.

She reached out and extended her hand—through the dome’s wall. It pinched, and she yanked it back, but clearly her fingers had been on the other side. The dome wasn’t down, but it wasn’t full-strength, either.

A burst of energy exploded against the dome above her head, blue and purple lightning scattering across the unseen surface. She turned to see one alien remaining on the hill, the same one who must have fired his destructive beam at her.

A second explosion came from the obelisk then, and the natural sunlight on the outside of the dome took the edge off of the darkness beneath it, and Maya felt the sun’s warmth on her face. The aliens on the hill had taken cover, no doubt hiding from the light now penetrating the darkened surface of the dome. The wall wavered like a funhouse mirror. Maya made sure the Glock was tucked into her waistband and took three steps back. She inhaled, crouched down, and sprinted right at the dome’s wall. Maya closed her eyes and leaped, feeling the sting of the dome’s energy on her face as she passed through.

48

As if in a dream, she opened her eyes and stared up at a blue sky with fluffy, white clouds passing overhead. A tingle of energy radiated from her fingers and toes before dissipating completely. Maya sat up and looked at the dome, its wall now solid and black again. It looked like a massive, enclosed sports arena had been dropped on the city of Nashville. Whatever damage Jack had caused had dropped the dome, but temporarily. The aliens had somehow brought the dome back up to full strength now. Nobody else would be getting in or out until the power source was permanently cut.

She climbed to her knees, laughing and crying all at the same time. Her ears rang and she felt sick to her stomach. Blood flowed again from her wounds and her teeth began to throb.

Maya had escaped while so many others had died—were dying, as she stood here. Her thoughts drifted to Reno. And Jack. Were they alive? What had Jack done to flicker the dome long enough for her to get through? Had the aliens already repaired it? And then she thought of Laura and Aiden. Nothing would keep her from reaching them.

Maya stood on the side of a four-lane road. She saw homes, businesses, and apartment buildings—but no people. She walked over to one of the abandoned cars in the middle of the street, opening the door and hoping to find keys dangling in the ignition. No luck. She tried several more, but it seemed as though everyone had fled with their keys. Maya slammed her fists on the hood of an old Jeep Wrangler, the red paint faded to a dark pink. A spare key box fell from the wheel well and rolled to a stop at her feet.

“That’ll work,” she said, picking up the key. She shoved it into the ignition and the Jeep came alive with a throaty roar. A grin stretched across Maya’s face. She buckled the seatbelt and adjusted the seat before noticing the LED read-out on the old in-dash CD player. “Save Yourself” by Audioslave was pumping through the speakers—a fitting song. She turned the volume up to 10, threw the Jeep into first gear, and headed for her mother’s house north of the city.

49

Maya pushed down harder on the gas pedal as she saw the sign that read Hendersonville City Limits. She had nothing but open road in front of her since most of the abandoned vehicles had been parked on the shoulder. She saw several people walking next to the highway, but she didn’t even look in their direction as she drove faster to her mother’s house.

Coming through Hendersonville, Maya thought the city looked like a set from one of those popular zombie television shows—without the zombies. Nobody walked the streets, and the businesses sat shuttered and empty. She saw a loose dog in an alley, tearing at something with its teeth.

Maya continued down the main road and then turned, her mother’s neighborhood only two miles away now. Her mouth was dry and her palms sweaty. She wanted desperately to see Aiden and Laura, and yet at the same time, she feared what she might find. Hendersonville had been empty so far, deserted.

You’re almost there.

She made the turn into her mother’s subdivision. Maya downshifted, but not fast enough, turning the corner more sharply than she should have. Items in the glovebox shifted, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw several items drop to the floor.

“Damnit,” she said, glancing down to see what fell from the glovebox.

Maya looked back to the road and immediately saw a deer standing on the double-yellow line, a couple of car lengths ahead. Maya turned the wheel, the tires screeching. She missed the deer, but the Jeep was now heading straight for a tree. Maya cut the wheel again and slammed on the brakes, but she was going too fast. The passenger side tires lifted off the ground, sending the Jeep into a roll and slamming Maya’s side of the vehicle down onto the pavement. She screamed, trying to grab onto anything as her body rocked in the seat.

The Jeep stopped, laying on the driver side. Maya breathed heavily as she shook safety glass from her hair—the only other noise a hiss coming from the engine.

She moved her arms and her legs while yet another flow of blood came from her shoulder wound. But she didn’t feel any broken bones. Her arms shook, and she felt aches in her chest and stomach, but otherwise, she appeared to be in one piece.

Maya unbuckled her seat belt and then pulled herself up and out of the Jeep’s seat. Safety glass had scattered across the concrete, and Maya swung her legs around to crabwalk out of the Jeep instead of rolling out into hot motor oil and more safety glass.

She limped away from the wreckage and began walking the last two blocks to her mother’s house. As Maya turned the corner onto October Woods Drive, she sighed, butterflies in her stomach. The house she’d grown up in stood four houses down on the right. It was the place where her mom and dad had lived their entire married life, and where Maya’s children would be waiting for her.

She smiled and moved as fast as she could with all the cuts and bruises that threatened to slow her down. Maya would forget about the pain once she hugged her kids. She nearly tripped on the curb as she shambled up to the front of the house, staring in disbelief that she’d finally made it here.

Her mother’s car sat in the driveway—she was home, the kids were here.

Maya shuffled up the walk leading to the front door.

“Mom! Laura! Aiden! It’s me! Open the door!”

She kept knocking, but no one answered. The blinds covered the windows, so there’d be no peeking through those. Perhaps everyone inside was sleeping?

Maya hurried around the side of the house to the garage. She then heard movement at the fence, and smiled when she saw her first ray of hope since leaving the dome.

“Hey, girl,” Maya said, going over to the fence where her German shepherd, Page, looked through the cracks in the wooden posts. She walked through the gate and kneeled next to the dog. Page wagged her tail and panted as Maya hugged her and scratched her ears.

“How are you doing?”

The dog backed away and barked at Maya.

But Page never barked. It was the only reason they could keep the large dog in their apartment. Page then ran around the corner, barking a couple of more times. Maya stood and followed her.

When Maya came around the corner, Page was standing on the concrete slab patio. She barked again and then darted inside through the open back door. Her heart racing, Maya followed the dog.

Page stood at the edge of the kitchen, in the living room, looking back and forth between Maya and the living room. Maya moved around the island in the middle of the kitchen and saw two feet poking out from behind the bar. Maya hurried over and saw the body lying face down on the ground.

“Mom!”

Page moved out of the way and Maya kneeled next to her mother. She flipped the woman’s frail body over to see a gash in her head. The wound wasn’t bleeding, but blood had pooled on the floor around her. Luckily, her mother was breathing.

Maya rolled her over and the woman’s eyes slowly fluttered open.

“Mom, it’s me, Maya. I’m here.”

Her mother groaned, her eyes opening all the way as she looked around the room. Then she focused on Maya, her chin dropping.

“Maya?”

Maya pulled her mother into a sitting position. She grabbed the back of Maya’s shirt, gripping it tightly. After a long embrace, Maya pulled away.

“What happened? Where’s Laura and Aiden?”

Her mother’s eyes went pale. Tears flowed as she shook her head.

“What is it?” Maya asked. “Where are they?”

Sniffling, Elizabeth said, “I couldn’t stop him. He showed up and broke through the back door. I tried, Maya. But he took them. He took the kids.”

Maya’s jaw fell open as the realization struck her. That familiar crooked smile, the slicked-back hair.

“I said, ‘Gerald, please don’t do this. Let them stay here.’ But when I tried to stop him, he hit me with his gun.”

“He came in here with a gun?”

Elizabeth nodded. “I am so sorry, Maya. I tried to stop him. But I just—”

Maya embraced her mother again.

“It’s okay, Mom. There was nothing more you could have done.”

Maya groaned, tasting the anger rising in the back of her throat.

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Maya sat on the top step of the front porch, staring at the house across the street. She should have known he was capable of something like this. Now, after everything, Maya would have to put aside her rage and think of a way to find Gerald, in order to get her kids back.

The porch door opened behind her.

“Mind if I sit?”

Maya shifted to the side and Elizabeth sat next to her on the step. She had changed into clean clothes, and the bandage Maya had wrapped around her head was still in place, a dark red spot over the wound where it had absorbed the blood.

“How’s that feeling?” Maya asked.

“Better. I’m a little lightheaded, and it still throbs.”

“It’s going to leave one nice scar.”

“I’m alive. That’s all that matters.”

Maya nodded. She was thankful for that, too. Her own headache had intensified, and swallowing several ibuprofen hadn’t helped. Whatever it was, she knew that passing through the dome had hurt her in ways she couldn’t understand, but it wouldn’t help to share that worry with her mother now.

“How did you get out from beneath the dome?”

“I had help. A new friend may have revealed a weakness, but it’s going to take more than one determined mom to fight back against the aliens.”

“What do we do now?” Elizabeth asked.

“I’m going to figure out where Gerald took my children. Did he say where they might be going? Did he say anything?”

Elizabeth shook her head. “He yelled a lot.”

Maya exhaled. “Is your phone charged? I guess I finally need to talk to him.”

Her mother didn’t reply. She turned her head sideways and raised her eyebrows.

“What?” Maya asked.

“You don’t know, do you?”

“Know what?”

“Phones aren’t working—no internet. We don’t even have power. It all went out days ago. Well, not all of it. Phones went first. Power went a day or so later. And radio signals faded out yesterday.”

“What? How can that be? It doesn’t make sense! I mean, it was like that inside the dome, but I don’t understand why it would be like that out here.”

“The radio was saying yesterday that it’s been like that under the other domes, too. But I don’t know—”

“Hold on,” Maya said, standing up. “What did you say?”

“I was just saying that I don’t know if—”

“No. Did you say, ‘other domes?’”

Elizabeth nodded. “Yes, ‘domes.’ You didn’t know that the dome over Nashville wasn’t the only one?”

Maya walked down the stairs and halfway to the curb before turning around and looking at her mother. She put her hands on her head then, and screamed, the sound reverberating through the empty neighborhood.

“The domes are everywhere, Maya. The aliens have arrived everywhere.”

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