twisting them and saving the chickens for one more day. âIâd like you and your friends to form a food-gathering group. Sumterâs resources arenât enough to provide for everyone.â
âWeâll do whatever you need,â I assured him.
âI know you will.â He moved the tool from his right hand to his left and flexed his fingers. The joints were red and swollen. âIâve seen so many people die since the Plague started, Thomas. And with every death, I remind myself that here was a person who trusted me. It never gets easier, and I can never reason my way out of it. Iâd like to tell you that youâll get over what youâre feeling now, but you wonât. Not really. Youâll be reminded of it every time you look at Alice and her mother. Just as Iâm reminded of death every time I look at Jerren and Nyla.â
âHow so?â
He stared at the outline of Charleston, a few miles to the west. âThey came here four years ago. Beautiful children. Hard workers too. And their parents were the best of any of us. But they contracted the Plague during a trip to one of the harbor islands.â
I surveyed the harbor and wondered which of the thin strips of land it had been. âIf there were rats, what were they doing there?â
He handed the tool back to me. âGathering food,â he said matter-of-factly. âJust as you will be tomorrow.â He paused to let the words sink in. âThereâs a reason we call them suicide squads.â
CHAPTER 14
I stayed on the peninsula for most of the afternoon. It was hot, hard work, but Chief brought me food and a canister of water to drink. Iâd have kept going even if he hadnât. All my life, Iâd been told to leave the most important jobs to others. Now a relative stranger was leaving the fate of the colonyâs chickens in my hands.
With each passing strike, the tide fell. It uncovered more of the peninsula, mud flats that stretched a hundred yards to the south. Gulls pursued the receding waterline, eyes and beaks fixed on the turbulent water, and the fish caught in it.
âCan rats cross from over there?â I asked, pointing to the land beyond the mud flats.
âIn theory, yes,â said Chief, taking a break. âBut that land youâre seeing is tidal. Spider Island, itâs called. Mostly itâs marshland. Only way rats are crossing from there is if they plan the whole thing out.â
I chuckled. âSo weâll be fine, is what youâre saying.â
âNo.â Chief wasnât laughing. âActually, I think itâs inevitable theyâll cross one day.â
âBut you saidââ
âI know what I said.â He fixed me with his eyes. âTimes are changing, Thomas. Eighteen years ago, rats were as misunderstood as any native rodent. They were shy. They lived in human cities, but hid in sewers so they wouldnât be disturbed. But they needed humans in those cities. Needed food waste in order to survive. Theyâre desperate now. And like any animal driven to desperation, theyâre overcoming their instinct to hide. Itâs not difficult to see where this is all heading.â
The tide was turning. I could tell by the way the gulls began to backtrack, one step at a time.
âWhat will you do to stop the rats?â I asked.
Chief was watching the gulls too, perhaps making mental calculations about the width of the channel that kept us apart from Spider Island. âIâll stand on this exact spot at every low tide, just as weâre doing now. And the day they cross, Iâll do whatever I need to.â
Chief turned to face me again. He looked as though he was prepared to say more, but then his eyes drifted past me. He wore a confused expression.
I looked too. Griffin was hurrying toward me. The ground wasnât entirely even, and his limp was pronounced.
Come,
he signed, before he even reached
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