Sunrise by Kody Boye Page A

ok.”
    “I am too, bud.” He paused, then smiled and said, “I ever tell you you were the first thing I thought of when the bomb went off?”
    “No.”
    “Well, you were.” Steve chuckled, though the sound held no amount of joy. “I thought I was gonna die. The only thing I could think about was how you’d take the news.”
    “I’m alive because of you, Steve.”
    “I know, little brother. I know.” Steve wrapped an arm around Dakota’s side and pulled him into his chest. “You listening to me? We’ll take him with us. Just promise me you’ll watch him.”
    “I promise,” Dakota whispered.
    He bowed his head into Steve’s chest and closed his eyes.
    Such moments were to be treasured. They were so easily lost.
     
    “We’re gonna take you with us,” Steve said, “but you have to agree to a few things.”
    Ian waited. Dakota thought the man would nod, but he didn’t; he simply stared at Steve with the same cold eyes he’d had since he’d been tied up.
    “You listening?” Steve asked.
    “I am,” Ian said.
    “You stay put,” Steve began, “and you stayed tied up, at least for now. You listen to whatever either of us tells you. No talking back, no bullshit. If you try to run, we’re shooting you in the back.”
    “I’m not going nowhere.”
    “Good. If and when we decide to untie you, we’ll talk about it then. For now though, just listen to what we say and do what we tell you to do. Dakota may think you’re worth saving, but I don’t trust you, not one bit. You’re gonna have to prove yourself to change my opinion.”
    “Sounds right. What’s your plan?”
    “The moon’s going to be out tonight, so we’re going to take full advantage of it. We’ll take the highway for three-hundred miles toward Arcburrow. We should have enough fuel to make it there. I siphoned the gas out of the rest of the buses.”
    “What if we don’t have enough?” Dakota asked.
    “There’s stops along the way. We can make it.”
    “What happens if we get stranded in the middle of nowhere?” Ian asked. “What then?”
    “We won’t get stranded. It’s a one-way shot.”
    “And the zombies?”
    “Won’t be able to keep up with us,” Steve finished.
    “All right then,” Ian smiled. “When we leavin’?”
    “Just before the sun sets.”
     
    Night washed over the horizon like a fresh tide to a sparkling beach, along with a sense of dread unlike anything Dakota had ever felt. While Steve helped Ian onto the bus, struggling with his broad shoulders and his equally muscled weight, Dakota stared out of the garage and tried to imagine what life would be like away from the town he had grown up in his entire life.
    This is it, he thought. You’re leaving.
    Settling down at the foot of the open garage door, he crossed his legs and set his gun in his lap, taking slow breaths to try to fight off an oncoming headache that threatened to bloom at the base of his skull. He heard something fall behind him, then one of the two men swear, but chose to ignore it. He couldn’t help them—not now, especially if he couldn’t even help himself.
    “It’s ok,” he whispered. “What was ever here for you anyway?”
    Home.
    If it could even be called that—the adoption center was never really home. Home wasn’t supposed to be a place where a dozen children ran amok, asking a woman who was not their mother if they could go somewhere. Home wasn’t meant to isolate twelve boys into one designated room, then make them sleep together up until the day they turned eighteen. Home wasn’t supposed to strip away dreams and inspire fears. No. Home wasn’t supposed to be anything but good, a happy place in which you could feel comfortable regardless of everything else going on around you.
    The adoption center was never home.
    He hadn’t been home for nearly seven years now.
    “How you holding up?” Steve asked, setting a hand on his shoulder.
    Dakota tensed, fingers tightening around the gun in his hand. “Kinda,”