Mike Mullin - Sunrise

I left the farmhouse in the darkest hour of the night to make a weapon. The light from my oil lamp drew a pitiful circle of gray against the snow around my feet. Other lamps and torches shone here and there amid the ramshackle refugee encampment surrounding Uncle Pauls farm, fading pockets of humanity in the chaotic dark. People huddled within the lights, cleaning guns and sharpening knives.

By sunrise Id reached the dead forest behind the farm and cut a jahng bong. A staff was a ridiculous weapon for the coming fight, but it was the best I could do.

The eruption of the Yellowstone supervolcano had plunged Iowa and Illinois into chaos. Communications went down. Air travel ended. Roads became impassable due to the ashfall and brutal winter it triggered. Towns were on their own. And now, eleven months after the eruption, the towns of northwest Illinois had begun waging war on each other.

Almost two weeks before, a few hundred men from Stockton had attacked Warren. A short, sad battle ensued. The Warrenites lost their stored food and their homes. Many lost their lives. The survivors fled to my Uncle Pauls farm. Mom, Darla, Alyssa, Ben, and I had arrived yesterday, finding the farm transformed into a rough refugee camp.

Today Warrens mayor, Bob Petty, planned to lead a counterattack. The adult refugees would attempt to retake Warren and reclaim their food. Everyone was hungry. Replacing the stockpile of frozen pork stolen by the Stocktonites would be impossible. All the slaughterhouses and nearly all the farms had been shut down for months. If the counterattack failed, most of us would starve to death.

Apparently the term adults didnt include me, despite the fact that I was sixteen. Our family had three decent weapons: the two AR-15 rifles Id brought back from Iowa and a bolt-action hunting rifle. Mom, Aunt Caroline, and Uncle Paul would carry those. I was under strict orders to stay behind with Darla; Ben; Alyssa; my sister, Rebecca; and my cousins, Max and Anna. Orders I planned to ignore.

My wild trip through Iowa had taught me one thing at leastif I wanted something, Id better be willing to fight for it. By myself, when necessary. If I hadnt gone after my parents, theyd still be stuck in the FEMA camp in Maquoketa. If I hadnt gone after Darla, shed be dead or a slave in a flenser gang. But my dad might still be alive. Instead, he had died helping the rest of us escape. I jammed my new staff into the snow beside me, ramming it against the frozen ground hard enough to jar my elbow.

I tried to blend into the throng of refugees preparing to march to Warren, but Aunt Caroline noticed me. Her mom-vision would put an eagles eyesight to shame. Alex, you cant go with

Wheres Mom? I said.

We were wondering the same thing, Uncle Paul said. Were supposed to move out any minute.

I thought you were heading out at dawn, I said. I figured Id have to run to catch up.

We were supposed to. Uncle Paul frowned.

Im going to find Mom. I turned away.

Well help, Uncle Paul said, and the three of us jogged to the farmhouse.

As I stepped into the tiny foyer adjoining the living room, I noticed the smell. Sweat and a fecal stink blended with the stomach-turning stench of rotting wounds. The living room had been converted into a pitiful makeshift hospital. In the primitive conditions, Dr. McCarthy and his assistant, Belinda, were losing the battle to keep their patients clean and healthy.

They were an amazing team, working tirelessly in horrible conditions to try to save lives. They constantly came up with creative solutions to the lack of technology: scavenging Froot Loops to treat scurvy, creating a gravity-flow transfusion system, scrounging antibiotics, and more. They shared a mutual admiration that had clearly grown into a romance, even though they had yet to admit it publicly.

I glanced over the injured, unwilling to let my eyes linger lest I get sucked into the horror of missing limbs and oozing wounds. Alyssa and Max were helping Dr. McCarthy. Well, Alyssa was helping. Max was following her like a puppy and generally getting in the way. It was no different from high schoolthe new girl always attracts all the attention. I didnt see any sign of Mom. I turned back to the foyer and ran up the stairs, taking them two at a time.

Mom? I yelled in the hallway at the top of the stairs. No answer. Uncle Paul and Aunt Caroline joined me in the hall. Aunt Caroline had hung dozens of family photos in the stairway and hall. About a third of them were missing, which seemed oddI could have sworn they had all been there the day before. The blank spaces in the walls seemed like empty eye sockets, staring at nothing.

I knocked once and opened the door to the first bedroom. Darla, Rebecca, and Anna were huddled together, wrapped in a faded bedspread. Since the hospital had displaced us from the living room and the comfort of its fireplace, wed been forced into the icy cold upstairs. All the girls shared Annas room, and all the guys were in Maxs. It beat sleeping in the refugee encampment outside. You guys seen Mom? I asked.

They all shook their heads. Darla had been shot, and during her ordeal as a prisoner of a cannibal gang, the Dirty White Boys, her wound had become infected. Otherwise, she probably would have insisted on going with me to Warren. She was healing well and didnt need a bed downstairs, but she was still weak.

Anna slid out from under the bedspread and ran to us, wrapping her arms around Aunt Carolines stomach in an awkward, sideways hug.

Mom Anna said before a choked sob cut her off. Aunt Caroline stroked Annas hair. Shh. Its all right. Ill be back tonight.

Uncle Paul laid a hand on Annas shoulder, leaned in close to his wife, and whispered, We really shouldnt both

Aunt Caroline pressed her hands over Annas ears. We already talked about this. Im going. Those starving people camped outside are my neighbors too, not just yours. And besides, Im better with a rifle than you are, and you know it.

Yes, but

If anyone should stay, its you.

But what if wholl take care of the kids?

Were going to be fine, Aunt Caroline said, lifting her hands from Annas ears to end the conversation.

Anna choked out a series of words too garbled for me to understand, and Aunt Caroline bent over, talking to her in a low voice.

I stepped up to the bed and leaned over, putting my face close to Darlas. You okay?

Im fine, she whispered. I should go with you.

Ill be careful.

Darla snorted. Not sure youd know careful if you tripped over it.

Tripping over careful? Thats ironic.

If anyone could do it, itd be you. Youd probably break your nose in the process.

I smiled. Somehow it didnt bother me when Darla teased megirlfriends get special privileges like that. Although girlfriend didnt even begin to describe what Darla meant to me. Ill be back tonight. I promise.

Ill still worry. Darla reached one hand out from under the covers, wrapped it around the back of my neck, and pulled me closer for a kiss.

When the kiss broke, I pressed my lips together, savoring the warmth shed left, trying to hold on to it. I love you.

Love you too.

Do I need to leave? Rebecca asked. I do not want to be here while my sappy brother makes out with his girlfriend.

No. I have to go. I kissed Darlas forehead and left the room, stepping around Anna, Aunt Caroline, and Uncle Paul to continue searching for my mother.

I found Ben, Alyssas older brother, in the second upstairs bedroom. He sat under the window, wrapped in a blanket, reading a book. You seen my mom?

Ben didnt reply. When he was interested in something, he had an amazing ability to block out all distractions including me. It had something to do with his autism. I couldnt imagine what book had drawn him in that deeplyhe was gaga over all things military, and as far as I knew, there were no books on that subject in the farmhouse. I drew the door closed and moved on to the master bedroom. Yesterday Anna had asked Mom to share the girls room, but shed refused, and Aunt Caroline had invited her to sleep in the master bedroom instead.