Jonathan Maberry - Dust & Decay

The second book in the Benny Imura series

2011

Special thanks to some real-world people who allowed me to tap them for advice and information, lean on them for support, and in some cases shove them into the middle of the action. My agents, Sara Crowe and Harvey Klinger; my editor, David Gale, and all the good people at Simon & Schuster Books for Young Readers; experts Dr. John Cmar, of Johns Hopkins University Department of Infectious Diseases, and Alan Weisman, author of The World Without Us (Thomas Dunne Books); fellow YA authors Nancy Holder, Michael Northrup, Heather Brewer, and Maria V. Snyder; the King of the Zombies George A. Romero; and cadaverine experts Ellery and John Griswold.

BENNY IMURA WAS APPALLED TO LEARN THAT THE APOCALYPSE CAME with homework.

Why do we have to study this stuff? he demanded. We already know what happened. People started turning into zoms, the zoms ate just about everyone, everyone who dies becomes a zom, so the moral of this tale is: Try not to die.

Across the kitchen table, his brother, Tom, stared at him with narrowed eyes. Are you deliberately trying to be an idiot, or is it a natural gift?

Im serious. We know what happened.

Really? Then how come you spent most of last summer complaining that no one my age tells anyone your age the truth about the living dead?

Telling us is one thing. Essays and pop quizzes are a whole different thing.

Because heaven forbid you should have to remember anything we told you.

Benny raised his eyebrows mysteriously and tapped his temple. I have it all right here in the vast storehouse of knowledge that is me.

Okay, boy genius, then what started the plague?

Easy one, Benny said. Nobody knows.

What are the leading theories?

Benny jabbed his fork into a big piece of buttered yam, shoved it into his mouth, and chewed noisily as he spoke. It was a move calculated to annoy Tom in three separate ways. Tom hated when he spoke with his mouth full. He hated it when Benny chewed with his mouth open. And it would muffle most of what he said, which meant that Tom had to pay even more attention to the yam-packed mouth from which the muffled words came.

Radiation, virus, bioweapon, toxic waste, solar flares, act of God.

He rattled it off so there was no break between the words. Also annoying, and worth at least another point on Bennys personal Annoy-O-Meter.

Tom sipped his tea and said nothing, but he gave Benny the look.

Benny sighed and swallowed. Okay, he said, at first people thought it was radiation from a satellite.

Space probe, corrected Tom.

Whatever. But that doesnt make sense, because one satellite-

Space probe.

-wouldnt carry enough radioactive material to spread over the entire world.

We think.

Sure, conceded Benny, but in science class they told us even if one of the old nuclear power plants did a whatchamacallit, there-

Meltdown.

-wouldnt be enough radiation to cover the entire planet even though it has more radioactive materials than a satellite.

Tom sighed. Benny smiled.

What conclusion can you draw from that?

The world wasnt destroyed by radioactive alien space zombies.

Probably wasnt destroyed by radioactive alien space zombies, Tom corrected. How about a virus?

Benny cut a piece of chicken and ate it. Tom was a great cook, and this was one of his better meals. Yams, broiled chicken with mushrooms and almonds, and rich green kale. A loaf of steaming bread made from the last of the winter wheat sat near where Benny could plunder it.

Chongs dad says that a virus needs a living host, and zoms arent alive. He said that maybe bacteria or a fungus was sustaining the virus.

Do you know what a bacterium is?

Sure its a bug thingy that makes you sick.

God, I love it when you display the depth of your knowledge. It makes me proud to be your brother.

Kiss my-

Language.

They grinned at each other.

It had been nearly seven months since Bennys lifelong hatred and distrust of Tom had transformed into affection and respect. That process had started last summer, shortly after Bennys fifteenth birthday. On some level Benny knew that he loved Tom, but since Tom was his brother and this was still the real world, the chances of Benny ever using that L word were somewhere between no way and get out of my way Im going to throw up.

Not that Benny was afraid of the L word when it came to someone better suited for it, namely the fiercely red-haired queen of freckles, Nix Riley. Benny would like very much to toss that word up for her to consider, but he had yet to do so. Shortly after the big fight at the bounty hunters camp, when Benny had tentatively tried to bring up the subject, Nix had threatened bodily harm if he said that word. Benny had zipped his mouth shut, understanding completely why the moment had been so inappropriate. Charlie Pink-eye Matthias and the Motor City Hammer had murdered Nixs mother, and the insane events of the days that followed hadnt allowed Nix to properly react. Or grieve.

Those days had been the weirdest mix of absolute horror, black despair, and soaring happiness. The emotions hed felt didnt seem to even belong in the same world, let alone the same person.

Benny gave Nix her time for grief, and he grieved too. Mrs. Riley had been a great lady. Sweet, funny, kind, and always a little sad. Like everyone else in Mountainside, Jessie Riley had suffered terrible losses during First Night. Her husband, her two sons.

Everyone lost someone, Chong often reminded him. Even though theyd been toddlers, Benny and Chong were the only ones among their friends to remember that night. Chong said that it was all a blur of screams and shouts, but Benny remembered it with a peculiar clarity. His mother handing him through a first-floor window to Tom-who was a twenty-year-old cadet at the police academy-and then the pale, shambling thing that had been Dad coming out of the shadows and pulling Mom away. Then Tom running away, his terrified heartbeat hammering like a drum inside the chest to which he held a squirming, screaming Benny.

Until last year Benny had remembered that First Night in a twisted way. All his life he had believed that Tom had simply run away. That he had not tried to help Mom. That he was a coward.

Now Benny knew different. Now he knew what kind of torment Tom had suffered to save him. He also knew that when Mom had handed him through the window to Tom, she had already been bitten. She was already lost. Tom had done the only thing he could have done. He ran, and in running had given value to Moms sacrifice, and that had saved them both.

Now Benny was fifteen and a half, and First Night was a million years ago.

This world was no longer that world. On First Night the old world had died. As the dead rose, the living perished. Cities were incinerated by the military in a futile attempt to stop the growing armies of the dead. The electromagnetic pulses from the nukes fried all electronics. The machines went silent, and soon, so did the whole country. Now everything east of the small town of Mountainside was the great Rot and Ruin. A few other towns littered the foothills of the Sierra Nevada north and south of Bennys home, but the rest of the old world had been consumed.