Desolation

Now, she needed to find some water and food and then figure out where she would go next. There should be a house somewhere nearby, as this shed clearly belonged to somebody. Stepping outside, she trudged toward the road she had been on days earlier, churning up the dusty soil of the sterile farmland with each step. At the road, she turned what felt like west and looked down the long, flat, barren landscape, painted in dusty brown as far as her eyes could see. This land looked vaguely familiar, almost like her home town, only more desolate, like the whole area had experienced a bad drought. The backdrop was even more eerie because it was identical to the simulators she practiced on in her prep for ISS. Coincidentally, both environments lacked the same realness. There were no birds, no cars, no people, and no sounds of birds or cars or people anywhere.

She squinted at the distance. Between the pavement and the washed-out sky seething with vaporous waves of heat, was a house, maybe two or three miles away. Surely they had water to spare for an ex-astronaut?

Her long journey along the broiling asphalt started with one footstep.

7. Just a Guest

Rancho El Gordo

“Jefe,” Max begged, “I have done everything you have asked me. Let me go back and help my friends. They need me in Rocky Point.” He pleaded his case to Luis “El Gordo” Ochoa, or as many referred to him in reverence, El Jefe, or the boss.

“Eat your green chili, Max, my friend,” El Gordo responded, ignoring his pleas, “you have barely touched your food.”

Max had been a “guest” of El Gordo’s since the Event. After El Gordo’s men “escorted” him from Rocky Point—albeit while saving his life during a gun fight—they forced Max to drive here in his own Jeep, one of the few vehicles that worked these days. Since his arrival here, Max had been put to work on El Gordo’s ranch. Offering no complaints, for the last ten days Max had busily set up various protections against the sun around the ranch, and fixed up two old cars to work despite the continuing CMEs hammering the earth. Max didn’t even complain—not that he could have—when El Gordo’s men commandeered most of Max’s supplies from his own ranch down the road. They left maybe 20 percent of his own supplies there as proof of their friendship and El Gordo’s intent that Max would be released. Max hoped if he complied without resistance, El Gordo would let him leave soon.

“You can leave any time, but you must leave your Jeep,” El Gordo said with a smile, chewing his food open-mouthed, and then washing it down with a swig of mescal from the bottle. The gusano rojo or “red worm” at the bottom waited patiently.

“Señor Luis, please. This is not fair. I have been a friend and partner to you all these years, and I have not complained once since you brought me here. How can I leave without my Jeep?”

“Let’s talk about it tomorrow. All this talk is tiring. Eat your meal and we’ll talk about this tomorrow.”

Max knew this was not to be as promised. As much as El Gordo acted like Max’s friend, Max knew what a ruthless killer he was to even those he supposedly cared for. He had to get away from this band of murderers and get back to Rocky Point to help the Kings. His great-grandfather started a commitment that he vowed to keep: to watch over the Kings. Through the years, he developed a strong bond of friendship, even calling them family. The kids even reciprocated, calling him Uncle Max. He made a promise, swearing to Sally, Lisa, and Bill that he would return. He had never broken a promise, and wasn’t going to this time. He had to come up with an escape plan.

Every day Gordo’s group of thugs went out on raiding parties using his Jeep and one other vehicle he had made CME-proof. They sometimes dragged Max along to help as they found all sort of uses for him. He dreaded these violent excursions, his only time away from the ranch. He had witnessed horrible acts during war, but what El Gordo’s men did was so vile merely thinking about it disgusted him, much less being involved. They stole, raped, and murdered whole families, including the children. When they returned, they parked the vehicles and emptied their plunder at a guest house now used as a warehouse. Then, the murderers got drunk and passed out… That was it. That would be his opportunity. He would wait until El Gordo’s men passed out, he would take his Jeep back, and he’d bug out south. Maybe tonight.

“Max, my friend, I can see your eyes are in deep thought. Do not be troubled by the other men. They are animals. But, they are animals that take orders. And in a world such as this, we need animals. You are not one of them. But, if you continue to make nice, I will give you what you want. Esta bien?”

“Esta bien, Jefe. Muchas gracias.” Max thanked him, but still knew El Jefe never intended to keep this promise. He was going to escape tonight.