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Chapter 10: Mark of the Beast by Stephen Simpson

 

They walked around to the back of the cabin. There was a shower unit and a walk-in-closet on the covered porch, and between these there was an orange door.

Giovanni jimmied the lock of the orange back door of the cabin, and as Lydia stood there watching him, she considered that they did not know him at all. He seemed likable but who was he really? The way he opened the door so easily gave her an uneasy feeling. Could he be trusted?

Liam and Giovanni stepped aside so Lydia could walk in first. She took a hesitant step over the threshold and was pleasantly surprised. Right at the door to her left there was a double bed, and to her right there was a bunk bed. In the middle of the long, open plan cottage there was a cupboard with another double bed. The cupboard opened on both sides with wide double doors. She rushed over to the bed-in-the-cupboard and sat down on the light blue and white striped throw blanket draped over the bed. “This is mine,” she said, claiming the bed for herself. “If I close these doors, it will be like night in here, I’m sure.”

Liam dove for the double bed to his side. “Mine, all mine,” he said, spreading his body across the blue and white comforter.

“That’s fine,” Giovanni said as he walked further into the cabin. Across the bed-in-a-cupboard, there was a little kitchen. He started opening drawers and cupboards. He announced, “There’s pots, pans, crockery and cutlery but no food.”

“No electric either,” Lydia said. “I guess if we had food and we wanted to cook, we’d have to do it on a fire.”

“Making a fire will attract unnecessary attention,” Liam called from the double bed where he had moved his body so that his head was on the pillows.

Giovanni looked out of the double glass doors at the opposite end of the cabin from where they had entered. “Where is everybody? It’s not like people disappeared or anything. Life is still going on.”

Liam yawned. “This place is only booked out on weekends.”

“I hope you’re right.”

Liam sounded sleepy. “I am one hundred percent sure.”

Giovanni laughed a soft sound and turned to face Lydia. He motioned for her to come closer.

She stepped closer to him and looked in the direction where his finger was pointing.

There was a large rooster walking around in the dust outside the cabin. It was ignorant of them, and its sole focus was on pecking the ground, looking for food. Every time its head went down, the red comb on its head flopped from one side to the other.

He said softly, “Dinner.”

Lydia’s stomach growled. “Are you sure?”

He nodded. “Definitely.”

“Did you know chickens can remember more than one hundred faces of people.”

He pulled his face at her. “Did you know pigs are smarter than dogs. We still eat them, though. Don’t tell me you don’t eat meat.”

She looked sad. “I wish I could tell you that, and even if I didn’t, I am just too hungry. Right now, in this moment, it’s all about self-preservation.”

“So? Are you going to help me catch it?”

She gave him a side-eye. “Like run after it?”

“Yeah. How else?”

“I saw a fishing net at the second cabin when we walked past it. Maybe that’ll be easier.” Lydia shrugged.

Giovanni raised his eyebrows. “Clever.” He moved to open the glass sliding door.

“No. Not out there. I think it’s best if we only go in and out of the back door.”

“The rooster is out front.”

“Even more reason not to spook it.” She turned around to walk back through the cottage. When she reached the double bed, on her way to the door, she started to ask Liam if he wanted to come with them, but she heard his soft snoring and decided not to wake him. She was tired too. Her brain felt foggy from lack of sleep, but she was hungrier than she was tired. A girl cannot live off snack bars alone.

They stepped onto the covered porch, and Lydia said, “Once my belly is full, I am taking a shower, and I am sleeping for days.”

“Liam will want to leave tonight.”

“I don’t think so. We need to recharge our batteries.”

“You saw a phone charger?”

She laughed. “No. My batteries. I’m running on empty right now.

The spaces between the cabins were not very wide and when they reached the cabin they stepped onto the covered porch.

She peered through the large window on the side and was just about to ask Giovanni how he knew how to pick locks when two brown eyes in a brown face looked right back at her. If it was not for the glass her nose would be touching the nose of the other girl on the other side of the window. Lydia yelped and took a step backwards, knocking into Giovanni who stepped back at the same time and they both fell over backwards onto the hard ground behind them.

Giovanni grunted as he pushed Lydia off him.

Lydia groaned as she stood up. “There’s a girl in there.”

He turned quickly to look at the cabin.

The girl had disappeared.

He asked, “Did she have a barcode?”

Lydia shook her head.

“Then it’s okay. We’ll just knock.”

“What if she’s not alone?” Lydia sounded scared.

“If she didn’t have a barcode, we can assume we’re on the same side.”

He stepped back up onto the porch and knocked.

Nobody answered the door.

He knocked again, and said, “It’s okay. We’re not coded.”

The door opened slowly and a girl of about fifteen years old poked her head around the door. “I’m not looking for trouble,” she said in a heavy Outpost Colstand accent.

“Neither are we,” Giovanni said. “We were just hoping to borrow your fishing net.”

“Why?” The girl gave him a suspicious look.

“We’re staying in the last cabin and there’s a rooster we want to catch.”

Her eyes lit up. “To eat?”

Giovanni nodded. “If you let us use your net, we’ll share.”

The girl stepped backwards, and the door swung open wider. Giovanni stepped over the threshold. “I’m Giovanni, in case you were wondering.”

Lydia followed Giovanni but stopped next to the girl who still had her hand on the door. “I’m Lydia. Are you here all by yourself?”

The girl hesitated. “No.”

“Good,” Lydia said. “You shouldn’t be alone. Where are you from?” Lydia laughed softly. “Maybe, I should first ask your name.”

The girl said, “Mandy. I’m from Brigdehun, north of Outpost Colstand.”

“Wow.” Lydia let the word rush over her lips. “That’s quite a walk from there to here.”

“Cities aren’t as quiet and peaceful as out here in the countryside,” Giovanni chipped in.

Lydia nodded as if she understood but she did not really. She could only imagine how it was in the cities. There were so many more people, so many more who could be dissident. So many who could oppose what the government told them to do, especially now that the whole of Danglen had turned into an authoritarian state. Which meant there were so many more people who were hungry, probably starving, and hiding in unsavoury hovels and abandoned places.

Mandy explained, “My parents went to go get the barcode and when they got back, two days later, they were different. They definitely were not my parents anymore. My mum and dad left one day as if they were going to the shops, and then these two robot-zombie things came back who pretended to be my parents. Everything they did was as if they were automated to do it.”

Lydia asked, “What do you mean?”

“Usually there was always chaos in the house first thing in the morning cause one of them always overslept but suddenly everything worked like clockwork. No chaos, and a perfect routine. It creeped me out to watch them and I was hoping every second of the day that they would just snap out of it and go back to the way they were, but as the days went by, they didn’t. I kept thinking that it was just an after effect of the chemicals in the ink, or whatever they use, of the barcode. They were coaxing me every day to also get coded. It was subtle at first, then about a week ago my dad grabbed me by the arm and was dragging me out the house to take me to the coding centre. Luckily for me, he tripped, and I managed to pull my arm from his grip, and I ran and ran as fast as I could until I could not hear him coming after me anymore.

Lydia felt sorry for her.

Giovanni came back from the other end of the cabin with the long-poled fishing net in his hands.

“Where did you get that rifle?” Mandy asked, keeping her eyes on it.

Giovanni pushed the strap tighter over his shoulder and the gun shifted to his back. “I found it,” was all he said. He walked past them and out the door. “Let’s go catch that chicken.”

Mandy and Lydia followed him.

Lydia asked Giovanni, “Do you even know how to kill a chicken and how to get all those feathers off?”

He said, over his shoulder, “I’ll look it up. I’ve still got about fifteen percent battery on my phone.”

Lydia said, “I have about the same. I was saving it.”

“What for?” Mandy asked. “Didn’t you hear, it’s the end of the world.”

“So, where’s the other people you’re with?” Giovanni asked when they reached the cabin at the farthest end.

“Just one person,” she replied. “Shaun. There’s a big house on the other side of those trees over there.” She pointed in the direction. “He’s gone to look for food.”

“Well, let’s get this chicken and hopefully he finds something, and we can have a feast. I am not even hungry anymore, that’s how hungry I am.”

They were surprised at how easy it was to catch the chicken.

Lydia said, “It’s probably because there’s always people here on the weekend.”

Mandy agreed, “Yeah. It must be used to people. That’s sad.”

Giovanni asked, “Who’s going to help me prepare it?”

“I will,” a voice said from behind them.

They quickly turned but the figure was hidden within the shadows of the trees. When he stepped out and stepped closer to them, Lydia took a deep breath. From a distance he looked a lot like Jodie but as he came closer, she noticed, obviously, that he was a lot different too. She wondered where Jodie was. Was he like one of these robot-zombie-people, who did as he was told? Who was well behaved, and never questioned the government? Was he now the perfect pawn? Would he still have that same cheeky smile, would he still make jokes at her expense but look at her in that odd, butterflies in the pit of her stomach inducing way?

Mandy ran forward. “Shaun.” She grabbed his hand and pulled him closer to them. “This is Giovanni and Lydia. I just met them, and we’re going to have barbequed chicken.”

Shaun looked at them. “Is it wise to start a fire?”

Giovanni rolled his eyes. “Not another one,” he mumbled. He said, a little louder, “We’ll keep it small. Are you going to help me, or what?”

Shaun pulled a long-bladed knife from a sheath hanging from his hip. “I’ll chop off its neck.”

Lydia cringed but looked away when Shaun took the chicken from Giovanni, holding it by its long neck. She heard the chicken make a few desperate clucks before she heard a chopping noise and then the chicken was quiet.

Shaun held the chicken upside down until most of the blood had drained from the body and then sat down on the ground with his legs crossed in front of him. The chicken was placed in the space his knees made and he started plucking feathers from the dead chicken.

They all sat down in a circle, watching Shaun.

Lydia took off her shoes so that her socks could dry out.

Giovanni asked, “Seeing it’s just us against everyone else right now, let’s get to know each other a little more. Like age, where you’re from, and how you got here to this moment.”

Mandy immediately said, “Sixteen.”

“You look more like fifteen,” Liam said as he walked up to join them.

Lydia looked up and gave him a wide smile. “Hey, sleepy head. You were out for the count.” She looked at the others in the circle. “Everybody, this is Liam. We started this journey together.” Pointing at each one, she introduced Liam to them. “Shaun and Mandy.”

“Hey,” Liam said and sat down on the ground beside Lydia. “I don’t know what happened. The one moment I was awake, and then the next everyone was gone.”

Mandy complained, “I don’t look like I’m fifteen, do I?” She looked at Shaun and Giovanni.

Giovanni nodded. “Actually, you do.”

She huffed. “I am sixteen, almost seventeen.”

Liam grinned. “More like fifteen, almost sixteen.”

She folded her arms across her chest. “I don’t have to convince you. I don’t care if you don’t believe me.”

Giovanni turned to Shaun. “And you?”

Shaun shrugged but kept his eyes focussed on the chicken between his legs. “What do you want to know?”

“Your story.”

Shaun glanced up briefly to look at Giovanni. “Seventeen, from Scoraig.”

“Where’s that?” Lydia asked. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard of it.”

“It’s on a remote peninsula in the north-west of Outpost Colstand. You can only get there by either walking for five miles or by boat. There’s no access by road. We live, or should I say, lived in relative isolation.”

Mandy exclaimed, “Why would anyone do that?”

He gave her a sideways glance, and a small smile. “We lived off-grid, using wind power, and there is a small school too. We thought it wasn’t easily accessible, which was appealing. Also, obviously, being in touch with nature and the elements and life is what made my parents move there long before I was even born. They used to tell me they moved there to be self-sustainable, to keep chickens, to grow their own veg and to make their own power rather than to be part of a big machine. The biggest downside is that the high school is in Ullapool, so all the older kids go and stay away all week.”

Liam asked, “Is that when the army came for you? When you were at school?”

“Yeah. We were in the dorm, and there was this big commotion downstairs. My roommate and I had already decided that we weren’t getting the barcode, so we ran down the back stairs and out the back. Just then a soldier came around the corner of the building, and I swear, he looked like some otherworldly creature.”

Mandy asked, “Like what kind of otherworldly creature?”

Shaun thought for a bit. “Just off the top of my head, maybe like the Terminator, from the movie.”

Lydia asked, “So big and full of muscles?”

“Not really the way he looked, more like the way he moved.”

Mandy chipped in, “See. I told you they’re like robot-zombies or something now. Not all together there anymore.”

Giovanni prompted, “And then? What happened after that?”

“I ran like a bat outa hell. You know that saying that if a lion chases you and a friend, all you have to do is run faster than your friend, well that’s exactly what I did.” He stopped plucking for a second. “Well, that’s how they got him.”

Lydia asked, “Did you go back home?”

He nodded. “But they were all gone.”

Giovanni wanted to know, “Why are you going south, and not further north?”

He looked up at Giovanni. There was a determined, angry look on his face. “Scoraig is about as north as you can get, and nobody there was safe. I am going south to where they store the data, and I am going to blow it all up.”

Mandy added, lifting her hand in the air, “Me too.”

Liam said, “That’s ridiculous. What’s that going to help? It’s better to find somewhere to hide.”

Shaun stopped plucking the chicken and looked straight at Liam. “How long do you want to hide for? Forever? It’s not like you can get on a boat and flee to another country. It’s like this all over Rheta.”

Lydia looked at Liam. She had known him for as long as she could remember, and she knew he was scared. Not afraid to stand up against evil, but afraid of confrontation. She was suddenly grateful for Liam. Liam saved her when she did not know what to do when the two people who were her safe places were snatched away from her. She would be forever grateful that he came to her rescue, but she knew that Shaun was right. They could not run away and hide from this, they had to stand up and fight back. She said, “They’re right, Liam. We have to go with them.”

He gave her a sad look before he looked at Giovanni. “And you? What’s your story?”

Giovanni shrugged. “Not much to tell.”

“Well, we know you walked all the way here from Colony Dinta but tell us more. Like where are you from?”

He said, “From Colony Dinta.”

“But you sound foreign.”

He sighed. “Originally from Italy. The name Giovanni should have clued you in on that one.”

Mandy added, “And the dark features.”

He wiggled his bushy eyebrows at her. “Colony Dinta was already a place of have-nots and haves, but it’s worse now. Much worse. I am eighteen and if you want complete honesty, I did sign up to join the army.”

They looked at him in shock.

He pushed his palm against his forehead and pushed up his fringe. “No barcode, though. I chickened out when I was standing in the queue. One of the soldiers came after me, but I managed to grab his rifle and I shot him.”

The others gasped.

He said, “Not dead. Just wounded.”

Mandy asked, “With that gun?”

Giovanni patted the gun. “Yes. This gun.” He lifted himself up off the ground. “We should start making a fire before it gets dark and so that we can start eating. I am literally starving right now.”


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