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.”Lucia’s legs buckled.She fell back against the wall and slid to the floor, staring into space, in shock.“No one left,” she murmured.“No one.what’ll happen to us?”“Us?” I looked at her, puzzled.Then I remembered she’d said something about a Sister Cecilia.“Is there someone else with you?”She nodded as tears welled up in her eyes.She pointed to the metal door I’d kicked a minute before.I helped her to her feet.Her skin was soft.For a split second, I got a whiff of her scent.It wasn’t perfume.It was a soft, warm human fragrance with a pungent female undertone.She smelled like a woman.Six months of abstinence had made my sense of smell very keen.Lucia looked me in the face.For a moment I thought I’d drown in her eyes.They were like vast green lakes.My head was buzzing.I felt dizzy.Lucullus’s scratches brought me back to reality.My cat was trying to get my attention.He was determined to climb my pant leg, pissed off that we weren’t paying any attention to him.We retraced our steps across that expanse of water from the basement to the foot of the stairs.Although we’d just met (or maybe because of that), we splashed along side by side without saying a word.Occasionally one of us tripped on something hidden underwater and leaned on the other to get our balance, muttering “Thanks” or “Watch out.” That was it.Funny.I was convinced that if I found another survivor, someone besides the laconic Ukrainian, I’d talk up a storm.But now I didn’t know what to say.I was as tongue-tied as a teenager on a first date.Maybe she felt the same way.Actually, I think it’s easy to explain what happened.After months of isolation and silence, after all the stress and danger, we’d painfully learned the value of silence.There were things we didn’t need to talk about.The presence of another living being was one of them.We were enjoying that rediscovered experience so intensely we thought (or at least I thought) talking might break the spell.We made it back to the chapel in just a few minutes.What had seemed to take an eternity was surprisingly brief on the return trip.It helped that we hadn’t run into a single undead.The monsters had the run of the place, but this girl knew the building very well.We moved down closed-off corridors where no one had walked in months.It was all a blur to me.I was still in shock at finding a survivor who spoke my language, who didn’t try to put a bullet in me, and who seemed even more freaked out than I was.I needed some time to reflect.With the key I’d hung around my neck, I unlocked the chapel.My first thought was—Prit’s dead.His head hung down at an unnatural angle, and he didn’t move a muscle.He was slumped over on the pew where I’d left him.His body was as limp as if he’d been in that chapel for a million years.I rushed down the aisle, braced for the worst, sure the stress had gotten the best of the Ukrainian.All those months on the edge had taken their toll.I realized I was crying.No, Prit, please.Please.When I got to his side, I found that the Ukrainian was breathing.A huge sigh of relief emptied my lungs.I cradled his head against my chest.Not yet, old friend, not yet.Hold on a little longer.Pritchenko may not have been not dead, but his condition was alarming.His glazed eyes peered off into space.Drool trickled from the corner of his mouth, making him look helpless and fragile.I said his name over and over but got no answer.Prit was catatonic.Completely gone.Lucia stood a few steps behind me, watching me with a puzzled expression.She just had to take one look at him to wonder how on earth I got there, dragging along an invalid—a short guy with a big mustache, one arm in a blood-soaked sling and a thousand small cuts on his face, who seemed to be on a different planet.I felt her questioning gaze on my back.I got really mad.How the hell could I explain everything Prit had been through? How did I explain the horrors he’d braved to reach that lousy abandoned room?Lucia didn’t ask any questions.She just spoke in a soft voice as she slipped an arm under Prit and helped him sit up.I was surprised how tenderly she treated him.She looked like a little girl nursing a baby duck with a broken wing.We headed slowly back down to the metal door in the basement.Clearly Prit was in no condition to leave.Oh sure, I could go it alone (that is, Lucullus and I could).We’d probably make it, but I ruled out that option.I couldn’t leave Prit behind.Not that girl either [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]