Chapter 4

What is he?

Dust stared at the two figures walking ahead of him. He glanced down and kicked at a stone in the road when Sammy looked over her shoulder at him again. A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. She had been glaring at him for the past two hours. At first, she had backed away from him. When it became obvious that he wasn’t going to attack her and Todd, she had tried ignoring him. They had worked quietly gathering as much food as they could and placing it in stacks. 

He found some more shirts on one of the aisles and quickly changed out of his torn and bloody one. He had also snacked on anything he could find and felt better than he had in ages. He paused when she stopped to stare inside one of the small cars left in the middle of the road. Curious, she opened the door and slid into the driver's seat. He jumped when he heard the clicking of the engine. His expression softened when Sammy leaned her forehead against the steering wheel.

“Pop the hood,” he called out.

Sammy slowly lifted her head and stared at him in silence before she bent down and pulled the lever. Dust stepped forward and felt under the hood until he found the latch. Pulling it, he lifted the hood and pulled the thin bar down to hold it up. He glanced around the engine, looking for anything obvious. 

“Can you fix it?” Todd asked, coming up to stand next to Dust.

“Maybe,” Dust replied, touching some of the wires and hoses, before checking the battery. “Does it have any gas?” 

Sammy stepped up to look up under the hood. “I don’t know,” she said with a shrug. “The battery is dead.”

Dust grinned. “I might be able to help with that,” he commented, looking around. “Wait here.” 

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“Where else are we going to go?” Sammy muttered under her breath as she turned to watch him jog across the street. “Shit!”

“Sammy!” Todd exclaimed, watching Dust with wide eyes.

“Sorry,” she muttered, staring at where Dust had just disappeared – literally. “He just went through that door!”

“I know,” Todd whispered in awe. “I wish I could do that!”

Sammy didn’t say anything. Instead, she watched as the door opened this time and Dust walked out. He had disappeared inside what looked like a discount auto store. He had several things in a dark red basket. He stopped in front of the car and set the basket down before rubbing his hands nervously down the front of his pants.

“I used to help my dad in his shop,” Dust admitted. “It may take a little while, but all we’ve got is time, right?” He joked, looking at Sammy with a slightly pleading look. 

“Why are you doing this?” Sammy asked, swallowing over the lump in her throat. “What happened to you?”

Dust bent his head and shook it. “I don’t want you to go,” he said softly. Clearing his throat, he bent and picked up the tools he had picked out and set them on the edge of the radiator. “You two are the first humans that I’ve seen in over a year. The only other thing I’ve seen are a few animals and….”

“And?” Sammy asked, motioning for Todd to take the pack in her hands. “Can you put this in the car.”

“Okay. Can I help you, Dust?” Todd asked with a hopeful smile. 

Dust nodded. “Sure,” he said. “Can you make sure everything is cleaned out as much as possible so we can load the car up when we get it going?”

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Todd’s face fell, but he nodded his head and kicked at a loose rock. “Yeah, I guess,” he mumbled. 

“If I need more help, I’ll call you,” Dust promised. “This is important, though. We’ve got to have supplies.”

“That’s okay,” Todd replied with a hesitant smile. “Can you teach me how to go through doors like you did?”

Dust’s smile faded and he bowed his head again. Sammy shook her head at Todd, who released a loud sigh and turned away. Sammy’s gaze followed her little brother with a look of worry.

“I won’t hurt him… or you,” Dust muttered. “You asked me what happened to me. I don’t know,” he said, bending forward and beginning to pull the spark plugs. Both the plugs and wires were scorched. He quickly removed them and tossed them to the side. “I don’t remember much after the initial blast. I was in the house alone. My mom and dad were in the barn, trying to bring the cows inside.”

“What… What happened to them?” Sammy asked, watching as Dust worked. 

Dust glanced at her before bending to pick up some new plugs he had taken from the building. Sammy wished she could pull back the question, but it was too late. Dust turned away from her and worked in silence for several minutes before he spoke again.

“They were gone and so was the barn. There wasn’t much left of the house,” he said in a low voice. “I woke up buried in the cellar. I could see through the roof. I remember a strange light in the sky, bolts of lightning striking all around me and a strange dust. It all mixed together and everything began to glow. The next time I woke, I was….”

“You were…,” Sammy prompted, placing her hand lightly on his arm before jerking it away. 

Dust’s head slowly turned and he looked at her with piercing brown eyes. “I was there, but I wasn’t.”

Sammy stared at him for a long time before she nodded, as if she had made up her mind about something. Biting her lip, she looked at where Todd was playing. Her heart hurt for both Todd and Dust. Life shouldn’t be like this. Blinking back the tears, she looked back at Dust and blushed a little when she saw he was watching her. 

“Todd can stay here and help you,” she said suddenly. “I’ll start bringing stuff from the store here and pack it into the car. This way we can get out of here as soon as you have it going.”

“Okay,” Dust replied, glancing back down the street with a frown. “Be careful. We don’t know what happened to that one devil dog and we don’t know if there are more.”

“I will be,” Sammy said, stepping back. “Just… Promise me that you’ll keep Todd safe.”

Dust straightened. “I promise,” he replied. “I’ll keep you both safe – or die trying.”

“Let’s hope that won’t be necessary,” Sammy retorted with an unsteady laugh, pushing her hair back behind her ear. 

“Take your bow,” Dust advised. 

Sammy shook her head. “I only have one arrow left. I’ll borrow your pipe,” she said, reaching for the long piece of metal leaning up against the front of the car. “Just get the car going.”

Sammy didn’t wait for Dust to reply. Instead, she focused on the task she had assigned herself. If Dust was successful, she wanted to get out of here. Her gut was telling her that they didn’t want to be here after dark tonight.