羊毛战记 Part 5 The Stranded 74
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• Silo 17 •
Juliette shivered from the cold as she helped Solo to his feet. He wobbled and steadied himself, bothhands on the railing.
“Do you think you can walk?” she asked. She kept an eye on the empty stairs spiraling downtoward them, wary1 of whoever else was out there, whoever had attacked him and nearly gotten herkilled.
“I think so,” he said. He dabbed3 at his forehead with his palm, studied the smear4 of blood he cameaway with. “Don’t know how far.”
She guided him toward the stairs, the smell of melted rubber and gasoline stinging her nose. Theblack undersuit was still damp against her skin, her breath billowed out before her, and whenever shestopped talking, her teeth chattered5 uncontrollably. She bent6 to retrieve7 her knife while Solo clutchedthe curved outer railing. Looking up, she considered the task before them. A straight run to ITseemed impossible. Her lungs were exhausted8 from the swim, her muscles cramped9 from theshivering and cold. And Solo looked even worse. His mouth was slack, his eyes drifting to and fro.
He seemed barely cognizant of where he was.
“Can you make it to the deputy station?” she asked. Juliette had spent nights there on supply runs.
The holding cell made for an oddly comfortable place to sleep. The keys were still in the box—maybe they could rest easy if they locked themselves inside and kept the key with them.
“That’s how many levels?” Solo asked.
He didn’t know the down deep of his own silo as well as Jules. He rarely risked venturing so far.
“A dozen or so. Can you make it?”
He lifted his boot to the first step, leaned into it. “I can try.”
They set off with only a knife between them, which Juliette was lucky to have at all. How it hadsurvived her dark pull through Mechanical was a mystery. She held it tightly, the handle cold, herhand colder. The simple cooking utensil10 had become her security totem, had replaced her watch as anecessary thing she must always have with her. As they made their way up the stairs, its handleclinked against the inner railing each time she reached over to steady herself. She kept her other armaround Solo, who struggled up each step with grunts11 and groans12.
“How many of them do you think there are?” she asked, watching his footing and then glancingnervously up the stairway.
Everyone.”
They stopped to rest at the next landing. “You made it,” she pointed14 out. “All these years, and yousurvived.”
He frowned, wiped his beard with the back of his hand. He was breathing hard. “But I’m Solo,”
he said. He shook his head sadly. “They were all gone. All of them.”
Juliette peered up the shaft15, up the gap between the stairs and the concrete. The dim green straw ofthe stairwell rose into a tight darkness. She pinned her teeth together to keep them from chatteringwhile she listened for a sound, for any sign of life. Solo staggered ahead for the next flight of stairs.
Juliette hurried beside him.
“How well did you see him? What do you remember?”
“I remember— I remember thinking he was just like me.”
Juliette thought she heard him sob17, but maybe it was the exertion18 from tackling more of the steps.
Were they passing Solo’s assailant? Were they leaving some living ghost behind?
She powerfully hoped so. They had so much further to go, even to the deputy station, much less toanyplace she might call home.
They trudged21 in silence for a level and a half, Juliette shivering and Solo grunting22 and wincing23.
She rubbed her arms now and then, could feel the sweat from the climb and from helping24 to steadyhim. It was nearly enough to warm her but for the damp undersuit, and she was so hungry by the timethey cleared three levels that she thought her body was simply going to give out. It needed fuel,something to burn and keep itself warm.
“One more level and I’m going to need to stop,” she told Solo. He grumbled25 his agreement. It feltgood to have the reward of a rest as their goal—the steps were an easier climb when they werecountable, finite. At the landing of one-thirty-two, Solo used the railing to lower himself to theground, hand over hand like the bars of a ladder. When his butt26 hit the decking, he laid out supine andfolded his hands over his face.
Juliette hoped it was nothing more than a concussion27. She’d seen her fair share of them workingaround men who were too tough to wear helmets—but not so tough when a tool or a steel beamcaught them on the head. There was nothing for Solo but to rest.
The problem with resting was that it made her colder. Juliette stomped28 her feet to keep the bloodcirculating. The slight sweat from the hike was working against her. She could feel a draft cyclingthrough the stairwell, cold air from below passing over the chilled waters like a natural air-conditioning unit. Her shoulders shook, the knife vibrating in her hand until her reflection became asilvery blur29. Moving was difficult; staying in one place would kill her. And she still didn’t knowwhere this attacker was, could only hope he was below them.
“We should get going,” she told Solo. She looked to the doors beyond him, the windows dark.
What would she do if someone burst out at that very moment and attacked them? What kind of fightcould she hope to put up?
Solo lifted his arm and waved it at her. “Go,” he said. “I’ll stay.”
“No, you’re coming with me.” She rubbed her hands together, blew on them, summoned thestrength to continue. She went to Solo and tried to grab his hand, but he withdrew it.
“More rest,” he said. “I’ll catch up.”
“I’ll be damned if I’m —” Her teeth clacked uncontrollably. She shivered and turned theinvoluntary spasm30 into an excuse to shake her arms, waggling them and forcing the blood to herextremities. “Damned if I’m leaving you alone,” she finished.
“So thirsty,” he told her.
Despite having seen quite enough water for a lifetime, Juliette was thirsty as well. She glanced up.
“One more level and we’re at the lower farms. C’mon. That’ll be far enough for today. Food andwater, find me something dry. C’mon, Solo, up. I don’t care if it takes us a week to get home, wearen’t giving up right here.”
She grabbed his wrist. This time he didn’t pull away.
The next flight took forever to climb. Solo stopped several times to lean on the railing and gazesenselessly at the next step. There was fresh blood trickling31 down his neck. Juliette stomped herfrozen feet some more and cursed to herself. This was all stupid. She’d been so damned stupid.
A few steps from the next landing, she left Solo behind and went to check the doors to the farms.
The jury-rigged power cables descending32 from IT and snaking their way inside were a legacy33 fromdecades ago, a time when the survivors34, like Solo, were cobbling together what they could to staveoff their demise35. Juliette peeked36 inside and saw that the grow lights were off.
“Solo? I’m gonna go hit the timers. You rest here.”
He didn’t answer. Juliette held the door open and tried to slot her knife into the metal grating byher feet, leaving the handle to prop37 it open. Her arm shook so violently, it took her considerable effortjust to aim it into a gap. Her undersuit, she noticed, smelled like burning rubber, like the smoke fromthe fire.
Juliette clutched the knife against her chest. “Thanks.”
She patted his shoulder. “I’ll be right back.”
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The farm’s entrance hall gobbled up the emergency lights from the stairway, the dim greenquickly fading to pitch black. A circulating pump whirred in the distance, the same noise that hadgreeted her in the upper farms so many weeks ago. But now she knew what the sound was, knewthere would be water available. Water and food, perhaps a change of clothes. She just needed to getthe lights on so she could see. She cursed herself for not bringing a spare flashlight, for the loss of herpack and their gear.
The darkness accepted her as she climbed over the security gate. She knew her way. These farmshad been nourishing her and Solo for weeks while they worked on the pathetic hydroponics pumpand all that plumbing40. Juliette thought of the new pump she’d wired; the mechanic in her was curiousabout the connection, wondered whether the thing would work, if she should’ve thrown the switch onthe landing before they left. It was a crazy thought, but even if she didn’t live to see it, some part ofher wanted that silo dry, that flood removed. Her ordeal42 in its depths already seemed oddly distant,like something she had seen in a dream but hadn’t really gone through, and yet she wanted it to havemattered for something. She wanted Solo’s wounds to have mattered for something.
Her undersuit swished noisily while she walked, her legs rubbing together, her damp feetsqueaking as she lifted them from the floor. She kept one hand on the wall, her knife comforting herin the other. Already, she could feel the residual44 warmth in the air from the last burn of the growlights. She was thankful to be out of that frigid45 stairwell. In fact, she felt better. Her eyes began toadjust to the darkness. She would get some food, some water, find them a safe place to sleep.
Tomorrow, they would aim for the mids deputy station. They could arm themselves, gather theirstrength. Solo would be stronger by then. She would need him to be.
At the end of the hall, Juliette groped for the doorway46 to the control room. Her hand habituallywent to the switch inside, but it was already up. It hadn’t worked in over three decades.
She fumbled47 blindly through the room, arms out in front of her, expecting to hit the wall longbefore she did. The tip of the knife scraped one of the control boxes. Juliette reached up to find thewire hanging from the ceiling, tacked2 up by someone long ago. She traced the wire to the timer it hadbeen rigged to, felt for the programmable knob and slowly turned it until it clicked.
A series of loud pops from the relays outside rattled48 down the growing halls. A dim glowappeared. It would take a few minutes for them to warm all the way up.
Juliette left the control room and headed down one of the overgrown walkways railed off betweenthe long plots of dirt. The nearest plots were picked clean. She pushed through the greenery, plantsfrom either side of the hall shaking hands in the middle, and made her way to the circulation pump.
Water for Solo, warmth for herself. She repeated this mantra, begging the lights to heat up faster.
The air around her remained dim and hazy49, like the view of an outside morning beneath the heavyclouds.
She made her way through the pea plants, long neglected. Popping a few pods off their vines, shegave her stomach something to do besides ache. The pump whirred louder as it worked to push waterthrough the drip pipes. Juliette chewed a pea, swallowed, slipped through the railing, and made herway to the small clearing around the pump.
The soil beneath the pump was dark and packed flat from weeks of her and Solo drinking thereand refilling their containers. A few cups were scattered50 on the ground. Juliette knelt beside the pumpand chose a tall glass. The lights above her were slowly brightening. She already imagined she couldfeel their warmth.
With a bit of effort, she managed to loosen the drain plug at the bottom of the pump a few turns.
The water was under pressure and jetted out in a fine spray. She held the cup tightly against the pumpto minimize the spillage. The cup gurgled as it was filled.
Once both were full, she screwed them into the wet dirt so they wouldn’t tip over and then twistedthe plug until the spray stopped. Juliette tucked the knife under her arm and grabbed the two cups.
She went to the railing, passed everything through, then threw her leg over the lowermost bar andscrambled out.
Now she needed warmth. She left the cups where they were and grabbed the knife. There wereoffices around the corner, a dining room. She remembered her first outfit53 in silo seventeen: atablecloth with a slit54 in the middle. She laughed to herself as she turned the corner, feeling like shewas regressing, like her weeks of working to make things better were taking her back to where she’dstarted.
The long hallway between the two grow stations was dark. A handful of wires hung from thepipes overhead, drooping55 between the spots where they’d been hastily attached. They marched inthese upside-down leaps toward the hum and glow of the growing plots in the distance.
Juliette checked the offices and found nothing for warmth. No overalls56, no curtains. She movedtoward the dining hall, was turning to enter, when she thought she heard something beyond the nextplot of plants. A click. A crackle. More relays for the lights? Stuck, perhaps?
She peered down the hall and into the grow station beyond. The lights were brighter there,warming up. Maybe they had come on sooner. She crept down the hallway toward them, drawn57 like ashivering fly to a flame, her arms bursting with goose bumps at the thought of drying out, of gettingtruly warm.
At the edge of the station, she heard something else. A squeal58, maybe metal on metal, possiblyanother circulation pump trying to kick over. She and Solo hadn’t checked the other pumps on thislevel. There was more than two people could eat or drink in the first patches.
Juliette froze and turned around to look behind herself.
Where would she set up camp if she were trying to survive in this place? In IT, for the power? Orhere, for the food and water? She imagined another man like Solo squeezing through the cracks in theviolence, lying low and surviving the long years. Maybe he’d heard the air compressor earlier, hadcome down to investigate, got scared, hit Solo over the head, and ran. Maybe he grabbed their gearbag just because it was there, or maybe it had been knocked under the railing by accident and hadsunk to the pits of Mechanical.
She held the knife out in front of herself and slid down the hallway between the burgeoningplants. The wall of green before her parted with a rustle59 as she pushed through. Things were moreovergrown here. Unwelcoming. Not picked over. This filled her with a mix of emotions. She wasprobably wrong, was probably hearing things again, just as she had for weeks, but part of her wantedto be right. She wanted to find this man who was like Solo. She wanted to make contact. Better thatthan living in fear of someone lurking60 in every shadow, behind every corner.
But what if there was more than one of them? Could a group of people have survived this long?
How many could there be and go undetected? The silo was a massive place, but she and Solo hadspent weeks in the down deep, had been in and out of these farms several times. Two people, anoldish couple, no more. Solo had said the man was his age. He would have to be.
These calculations and more ran through her mind, convincing her that she had nothing to beafraid of. She was shivering, but her adrenaline was pumping. She was armed. The leaves of wild andunkempt plants brushed against her face; Juliette pushed through this dense61 outer barrier and knewshe’d found something on the other side.
The farms here were different. Groomed62. Tamed. Recently guided by the hand of man. Juliette felta wash of fear and relief, those two opposites twisting together like staircase and rail. She didn’t wantto be alone, didn’t want this silo to be so desolate63 and empty, but she didn’t want to be attacked. Thefirst part of her felt an urge to call out, to tell whoever was in there that she meant no harm. Thesecond part tightened64 its grip on the knife, clenched65 chattering16 teeth together, and begged her to turnand run.
At the end of the groomed grow station, the hallway took a dark turn. She peered around thecorner into more unexplored territory. A long patch of darkness stretched toward the other side of thesilo, a distant glow of light emanating66 from what was probably yet another crop station sucking juicefrom IT.
Someone was here. She knew it. She could feel the same eyes she’d felt for weeks, could sensethe whispers on her skin, but this time she wasn’t imagining it; she didn’t have to fight the awarenessor think she was going crazy. With her knife at the ready and the welcomed thought that she wasbetween this someone and the defenseless Solo, she moved slowly but bravely into the dark hall,passing open offices and tasting rooms to either side, one hand on the wall to guide and steady herself—
Juliette stopped. Something wasn’t right. Had she heard something? A person crying? She backedup to the previous door, could barely see it in front of herself, and realized it was closed. The onlyone she could see along the hall that was closed.
She stepped away from the door and knelt down. There had been a noise inside. She was sure ofit. Almost like a faint wail67. Looking up, she saw in the wan41 light that some of the overhead wiresdiverted perpendicularly68 from the rest and snaked through the wall above the door.
Juliette moved closer. She crouched69 down and put her ear to the door. Nothing. She reached upand tried the knob, felt that it was locked. How could it be locked, unless—?
The door flew open—her hand still on the knob—yanking her into the darkened room. There wasa flash of light, and then a man over her, swinging something at her head.
Juliette fell onto her ass19. A silver blur moved past her face, the crunch51 of a heavy wrenchslamming into her shoulder, knocking her flat.
There was a high-pitched scream from the back of the room, drowning out Juliette’s cry of pain.
She swung the knife out in front of her, felt it hit the man’s leg. The wrench70 clattered71 to the ground,more screams, people shouting. Juliette kicked away from the door and stood, clutching her shoulder.
She was ready for the man to pounce72, but her attacker was backing away, limping on one foot, a boyno more than fourteen, maybe fifteen.
“Stay where you are!” Juliette aimed the knife at him. The boy’s eyes were wide with fear. Agroup of kids huddled73 against the back wall on a scattering74 of mattresses75 and blankets. They clung toone another, their wide eyes aimed at Juliette.
The confusion was overwhelming. She was seized by the sensation of wrongness. Where were theothers? The adults? She could feel people with bad intentions sliding down the dark hallway behindher, ready to pounce. Here were their kids, locked away for safety. Soon, the mother rats would beback to punish her for disturbing their nest.
“Where are the others?” she asked, her hand trembling from the cold, the confusion, the fear. Shescanned the room and saw that the boy standing76, the one who had attacked her, was the oldest. A girlin her teens sat frozen on the tangle77 of blankets, two young boys and a young girl clinging to her.
“How many are there?” She took a step closer. These kids were obviously more afraid of her thanshe was of them.
“Leave us alone!” the older girl screamed. She clutched something to her chest. The young girlbeside her pressed her face into the older girl’s lap, trying to disappear. The two young boys glaredlike cornered dogs but didn’t move.
“How did you get here?” she asked them. She aimed the knife at the tall boy but started to feelsilly for wielding79 it. He looked at her in confusion, not comprehending the question, and Julietteknew. Of course. How would there be decades of fighting in this silo without that second humanpassion?
“You were born down here, weren’t you?”
Nobody answered. The boy’s face screwed up in confusion, as if the question were mad. Shepeeked back over her shoulder.
“Where are your parents? When will they be back? How long?”
Her mouth remained open, her chin trembling. The tendons stood out on her young neck.
The older boy turned and glared at the girl, seemed to want her to remain quiet. Juliette was stilltrying to comprehend that these were mere81 kids. She knew they couldn’t be alone. Someone hadattacked Solo.
As if to answer, her eyes were drawn to the wrench on the decking. It was Solo’s wrench. The ruststains were distinctive82. How was that possible? Solo had said …And Juliette remembered what he’d said. She realized these kids, this young man, were the sameage that he still saw himself as. The same age he’d been when he’d been left alone. Had the lastsurvivors of the down deep perished in recent years, but not before leaving something behind?
“What’s your name?” Juliette asked the boy. She lowered her knife and showed him her otherpalm. “My name’s Juliette,” she said. She wanted to add that she came from another silo, a sanerworld, but didn’t want to confuse them or freak them out.
“Rick the plumber.” Juliette nodded. She saw along one wall, at the end of a tall dune86 of suppliesand scavenges, the gear bag they’d stolen. Her change of clothes spilled out the gaping87 mouth of thebag. Her towel would be in there. She slid toward the bag, an eye on the kids huddled together on themakeshift bed, the group nest, wary of the older boy.
“Well, Rickson, I want you to gather your things.” Kneeling by her bag, she dug inside andsearched for the towel. She found it, pulled it out, and rubbed it over her damp hair, an indescribableluxury. There was no way she was leaving them here, these kids. She turned to face the otherchildren, the towel draped across the back of her neck, their eyes all locked on hers.
“Go ahead,” she said. “Get your things together. You’re not going to live like this—”
“Just leave us,” the older girl said. The two boys had moved off the bed, though, and were goingthrough piles of things. They looked to the girl, then to Juliette, unsure.
“Go back to where you’re from,” Rickson said. The two eldest children seemed to be gainingstrength from each other. “Take your noisy machines and go.”
That’s what this was about. Juliette remembered the sight of the compressor on its side, moreheavily attacked maybe than Solo had been. She nodded to the two smaller boys, had their agespegged for ten or eleven. “Go on,” she told them. “You’re gonna help me and my friend get home.
We have good food there. Real electricity. Hot water. Get your things—”
The youngest girl cried out at this, a horrible peal88, the same cry Juliette had heard from the darkhallway. Rickson paced back and forth89, eyeing her and the wrench on the floor. Juliette slid awayfrom him and toward the bed to comfort the young girl, when she realized it wasn’t her squealing90.
Something moved in the older girl’s arms.
Juliette froze at the edge of the bed.
“No,” she whispered.
Rickson took a step toward her.
“Stay!” She aimed the point of the knife at him. He glanced down at the wound on his leg, thoughtbetter of it. The two boys froze in the act of stuffing their bags. Nothing in the room moved save thebaby squealing and fidgeting in the girl’s arms.
“Is that a child?”
The girl turned her shoulders. It was a motherly gesture, but the girl couldn’t have been more thanfifteen. Juliette didn’t know that was possible. She wondered if that was why the implants91 went in soearly. Her hand slid toward her hip92 almost as if to touch the place, to rub the bump beneath her skin.
“Just go,” the teenager whimpered. “We’ve been fine without you.”
Juliette put down the knife. It felt strange to relinquish93 it but more wrong to have it in her hand asshe approached the bed. “I can help you,” she said. She turned and made sure the boy heard her. “Iused to work in a place that cared for newborns. Let me …” She reached out her hands. The girlturned further toward the wall, shielding the child from her.
“Okay.” Juliette held up her hands, showed her palms. “But you’re not going to live like thisanymore.” She nodded to the young boys, turned to Rickson, who hadn’t moved. “None of you are.
This isn’t how anyone should have to live their days, not even their last ones.”
She nodded to herself, her mind made up. “Rickson? Get your things together. Only thenecessities. We’ll come back for anything else.” She dipped her chin at the younger boys, saw howtheir overalls had been chopped at the knees, their legs covered in grime from the farms. They took itas permission to return to packing. These two seemed eager to have someone else in charge, maybeanybody other than their brother, if that’s who he was.
“Tell me your name.” Juliette sat down on the bed with the two girls while the others rummagedthrough their things. She fought to remain calm, not to succumb94 to the nausea95 of kids having kids.
The baby let out a hungry cry.
“I’m here to help you,” Juliette told the girl. “Can I see? Is it a girl or a boy?”
The young mother relaxed her arms. A blanket was folded away, revealing the squinting96 eyes andpursed red lips of a baby no more than a few months old. A tiny arm waved at its mother.
“Girl,” she said softly.
“Have you given her a name?”
She shook her head. “Not yet.”
Rickson said something behind her to the two boys, trying to get them not to fight over something.
“My name’s Elise,” the younger girl said, her head emerging from behind the other girl’s side.
Elise pointed at her mouth. “I have a loose tooth.”
Juliette laughed. “I can help you with that if you like.” She took a chance and reached out tosqueeze the young girl’s arm. Flashes of her childhood in her father’s nursery flooded back, thememories of worried parents, of precious children, of all the hopes and dreams created and dashedaround that lottery98. Juliette’s thoughts swerved99 to her brother, the one who was not meant to be, andshe felt the tears well up in her eyes. What had these kids been through? Solo at least had normalexperiences from before. He knew what it meant to live in a world where one could be safe. Whathad these five kids, six, grown up in? Seen? She felt such intense pity for them. Pity that verged100 onthe sick, wrong, sad desire for none of them to have ever been born …Which was just as soon washed over with a wave of guilt101 for even considering it.
“We’re going to get you out of here,” she told the two girls. “Gather your things.”
One of the young boys came over and dropped her bag nearby. He was putting things back into it,apologizing to her, when Juliette heard another strange squeak43.
What now?
She dabbed her mouth on the towel, watching as the girls reluctantly did an adult’s bidding,finding their things and eyeing one another to make sure this was okay. Juliette heard a rustling102 in hergear bag. She used the handle to separate the zippered103 mouth, wary of what could be living in therat’s nest these kids had created, when she heard a tiny voice.
Calling her name.
She dropped the towel and clawed through the bag, past tools and bottles of water, under her spareoveralls and loose socks, until she found the radio. She wondered how Solo could possibly be callingher. The other set had been ruined in her suit—“—please say something,” the radio hissed104. “Juliette, are you there? It’s Walker. Please, for God’ssake, answer me—”
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wail
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wrench
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| v.猛拧；挣脱；使扭伤；n.扳手；痛苦，难受 | |
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| 挤在一起（huddle的过去式与过去分词形式） | |
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eldest
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| v.发出尖叫声( screech的过去式和过去分词 )；发出粗而刺耳的声音；高叫 | |
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plumber
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dune
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| n.(由风吹积而成的)沙丘 | |
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nausea
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lottery
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