The Promised Land:
(Part 8) The Sound of Silence
(Part 8) The Sound of Silence
“We have to keep moving,” Caden
said as he walked ahead. He didn’t answer Eden’s question. He didn’t want to.
He was tired of being interrogated. Most of all, he was tired of her. Eden was
everything he wasn’t: talkative, whiny, annoying, helpless, and selfish. The
last two were what really got to him. “If there’s anything worse than a blue,
it’s a grey,” he thought to himself. “Who knows how many people were killed in
Jericho and she doesn’t even care. She doesn’t have a clue. What if those
soldiers reached- No. Don’t think about that. I’m sure they’re just fine. These
attacks aren’t as rare as they used to be. Now the Atari is involved. We need
to complete our mission before it’s too late.”
Caden continued walking in deep
contemplation. Behind him, Eden pulled out her slider phone and texted Shiloh
again.
“What’s his problem?”
“He’s probably still upset about
the bacon.”
“What’s really wrong with him?”
“Nothing. Maybe he’s just mad because
you keep speaking. Talkative people sort of annoy him.”
“So I talk too much?”
“Not to me, I enjoy the company. When
you’re not yelling, that is.”
“Thanks, I guess... You know what,
kid? You’re all right, but your brother’s got issues.”
“Don’t mind him too much. He’s not
so bad once you get to know him.”
“If you say so.”
“I’ll go talk to him.”
Eden nodded and tucked the phone
into her pocket after Shiloh handed it back to her. She watched Shiloh increase
his speed until he caught up with his brother.
He walked along for a few moments
before swatting Caden’s arm to get his attention. From there, the two proceeded
to communicate with each other.
Had Eden been able to understand
the various hand gestures, she might have been able to pick up pieces of the
conversation. As far as she was concerned, it just looked like Caden and Shiloh
were preforming a strange air guitar battle. Every now and then they would
point back at her, but neither one looked in her direction.
Eden wasn’t happy that she
couldn’t understand the conversation, especially since it seemed to involve
her.
“Somehow,” she thought, “people
talking about you in front of you is just as bad as if they were talking behind
your back, especially when you don’t know what they’re saying. I bet they’re
still planning to ditch me at the next town.”
Eden decided to focus on something
other than the two teenagers in front of her. The scenery hadn’t changed all
that much. The sky had a little bluer tint than it did before, but it was still
overcast and dreary. The trees still had leaves clinging to the branches,
though most were brown or deep red. There were a few scattered buildings here
and there in the distance, probably old houses that were once ransacked and
left for nature to take over. Where are all the people? Where are all the
animals? Eden wasn’t sure she enjoyed the dead silence. In fact the longer they
walked in silence, the more she loathed it. Even the wind had died down to
nothing but mere whispers. Eden was glad she chose to stay with Caden and Shiloh,
even if she did question their methods and sanity. She dreaded the thought of
being in this dead silence all by herself. An icy shiver ran up her spine, but
not from the cold. Again she redirected her thoughts, this time to Jericho. “I
wonder how many ‘infected’ are there. I hope that guy wasn’t really serious
about putting them out of their misery. Is being Infected really that bad? Is
being Pure any better? I wonder if there are zombies…”
After a while, Shiloh slowed his
pace to walk beside Eden again. Resuming their phone conversation, Eden typed,
“What did he say?”
“That you’re grey.”
“Is that a good thing?”
“Not exactly. He doesn’t like
greys.”
“Oh. What did you tell him?”
“To give you a chance.”
“Is he going to?”
“He might.”
Going against her better judgment,
Eden decided to pester Caden again. “How much father do we have to go?”
Caden stayed ahead of the two, but
raised his voice so he wouldn’t have to turn around or slow down. “Jericho is
still about 20 miles away.”
That meant nothing to Eden, other
than it should be a 20-minute car ride. Or at least it would have been had they
not lost the jeep. “… How fast are we walking?”
“Not fast enough to get us there
in less than five hours.”
“FIVE HOURS?!” Eden
unintentionally exploded. “Are you kidding me? How are we supposed to walk that
long? What about stopping for food or rest? My feet can’t possibly last that
long!”
Caden ran a hand through his dark
hair with a deep breath. “We don’t have to worry about food. All our provisions
were in the je-”
“And resting? We have to stop some
time!”
“Then it will just take us longer to ge-”
“But that’s FIVE hours!”
Caden turned his head just enough
so he could see Eden. “You have a bad habit of cutting people off, you know
that? Walk faster.”
“But I’m getting tired.”
“Already? We haven’t been walking
that long.”
“Can we stop soon?”
“Are you serious?” Caden threw his
hands into the air. “We haven’t even walked a whole hour yet!”
“I was up early this morning.”
Caden’s palm slapped his face so
hard, Eden wondered if he would knock himself unconscious if she kept talking. She
looked to find Shiloh shaking his head, shoulders juddering with concealed
laughter.
“Why?” Caden asked through gritted
teeth. “Why won’t you stop talking?”
Eden let the question linger until
the silence sunk in for a few moments. She solemnly whispered, “It’s too quiet.
How can you stand it?”
Caden didn’t answer. If there was
anything Eden really didn’t want right now, it was the silent treatment. They
were coming up on what looked like another bombsite. Charred buildings and pieces
of heavy machinery littered the ground. The closer they got to the ruins, the
slower Caden walked. He stopped when they reached a semi truck lying on its
side.
“Stay here,” he whispered. With
minimal sound, he slid his bag off, drew two pistols, and slunk around the
front of the truck. Eden moved to follow him when Shiloh grabbed the arm of her
coat.
Eden whispered in protest, “I just
want-.” Shiloh’s green eyes stared back intently as he shook his head. As soon
as she heard gunfire, Eden slid out of the sleeves and made a run for it,
leaving behind a bewildered Shiloh and empty coat.
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