[科幻]宿主-第50节

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back　to　the　road；　and　the　road　back　to　the　highway。　It　was　miles　and　miles；　and　it　would　take　me　days　to　
traverse；　but　once　I　stepped　off　this　wash　I　was　officially　adrift。

　Have　faith；　Wanderer。　We’ll　find　Uncle　Jeb；　or　he’ll　find　us。

　If　he’s　still　alive；I　added；　sighing　and　loping　off　my　simple　path　into　the　brush　that　was　identical　in　every　
direction。Faith　isn’t　a　familiar　concept　for　me。　I　don’t　know　that　I　buy　into　it。

　Trust；　then？

　In　who？　You？I　laughed。　The　hot　air　baked　my　throat　when　I　inhaled。

　Just　think；she　said；　changing　the　subject；maybe　we’ll　see　them　by　tonight。

　The　yearning　belonged　to　us　both；　the　image　of　their　faces；　one　man；　one　child；　came　from　both　
memories。　When　I　walked　faster；　I　wasn’t　sure　that　I　was　pletely　in　mand　of　the　motion。

　It　did　get　hotter—and　then　hotter；　and　then　hotter　still。　Sweat　plastered　my　hair　to　my　scalp　and　made　
my　pale　yellow　T…shirt　cling　unpleasantly　wherever　it　touched。　In　the　afternoon；　scorching　gusts　of　wind　
kicked　up；　blowing　sand　in　my　face。　The　dry　air　sucked　the　sweat　away；　crusted　my　hair　with　grit；　and　
fanned　my　shirt　out　from　my　body；　it　moved　as　stiffly　as　cardboard　with　the　dried　salt。　I　kept　walking。

　I　drank　water　more　often　than　Melanie　wanted　me　to。　She　begrudged　me　every　mouthful；　threatening　me　
that　we　would　want　it　much　more　tomorrow。　But　I’d　already　given　her　so　much　today　that　I　was　in　no　
mood　to　listen。　I　drank　when　I　was　thirsty；　which　was　most　of　the　time。

　My　legs　moved　me　forward　without　any　thought　on　my　part。　The　crunching　rhythm　of　my　steps　was　
background　music；　low　and　tedious。

　There　was　nothing　to　see；　one　twisted；　brittle　shrub　looked　exactly　the　same　as　the　next。　The　empty　
homogeny　lulled　me　into　a　sort　of　daze—I　was　only　really　aware　of　the　shape　of　the　mountains’　
silhouettes　against　the　pale；　bleached　sky。　I　read　their　outlines　every　few　steps；　till　I　knew　them　so　well　I　
could　have　drawn　them　blindfolded。

　The　view　seemed　frozen　in　place。　I　constantly　whipped　my　head　around；　searching　for　the　fourth　
marker—a　big　dome…shaped　peak　with　a　missing　piece；　a　curved　absence　scooped　from　its　side　that　
Melanie　had　only　shown　me　this　morning—as　if　the　perspective　would　have　changed　from　my　last　step。　I　
hoped　this　last　clue　was　it；　because　we’d　be　lucky　to　get　that　far。　But　I　had　a　sense　that　Melanie　was　
keeping　more　from　me；　and　our　journey’s　end　was　impossibly　distant。

　I　snacked　on　my　granola　bars　through　the　afternoon；　not　realizing　until　it　was　too　late　that　I’d　finished　the　
last　one。

　When　the　sun　set；　the　night　descended　with　the　same　speed　as　it　had　yesterday。　Melanie　was　prepared；　
already　scouting　out　a　place　to　stop。　

　

　I　eyed　the　fluffy…looking　cactus　in　the　failing　light；　so　thick　with　bone…colored　needles　that　it　resembled　
fur；　and　shuddered。You　want　me　to　just　sleep　on　the　ground？　Right　here？

　You　see　another　option？She　felt　my　panic；　and　her　tone　softened；　as　if　with　pity。Look—it’s　better　
than　the　car。　At　least　it’s　flat。　It’s　too　hot　for　any　critters　to　be　attracted　to　your　body　heat　and　—

　“Critters？”　I　demanded　aloud。“Critters？”

　There　were　brief；　very　unpleasant　flashes　of　deadly…looking　insects　and　coiled　serpents　in　her　memories。

　Don’t　worry。She　tried　to　soothe　me　as　I　arched　up　on　my　tiptoes；　away　from　anything　that　might　be　
hiding　in　the　sand　below；　my　eyes　searching　the　blackness　for　some　escape。Nothing’s　going　to　bother　
you　unless　you　bother　it　first。　After　all；　you’re　bigger　than　anything　else　out　here。　Another　flash　of　
memory；　this　time　a　medium…size　canine　scavenger；　a　coyote；　flitted　through　our　thoughts。

　“Perfect；”　I　moaned；　sinking　down　into　a　crouch；　though　I　was　still　afraid　of　the　black　ground　beneath　
me。　“Killed　by　wild　dogs。　Who　would　have　thought　it　would　end　so…　so　trivially？　How　anticlimactic。　
The　claw　beast　on　the　Mists　Planet；　sure。　At　least　there’d　be　some　dignity　in　being　taken　down　bythat。　”

　Melanie’s　answering　tone　made　me　picture　her　rolling　her　eyes。Stop　being　a　baby。　Nothing　is　going　to　
eat　you。　Now　lie　down　and　get　some　rest。　Tomorrow　will　be　harder　than　today。

　“Thanks　for　the　good　news；”　I　grumbled。　She　was　turning　into　a　tyrant。　It　made　me　think　of　the　human　
axiomGive　him　an　inch　and　he’ll　take　a　mile。　But　I　was　more　exhausted　than　I　realized；　and　as　I　
settled　unwillingly　to　the　ground；　I　found　it　impossible　not　to　slump　down　on　the　rough；　gravelly　dirt　and　
let　my　eyes　close。

　It　seemed　like　just　minutes　later　when　the　morning　dawned；　blindingly　bright　and　already　hot　enough　to　
have　me　sweating。　I　was　crusted　in　dirt　and　rocks　when　I　woke；　my　right　arm　was　pinned　under　me　and　
had　lost　feeling。　I　shook　out　the　tingles　and　then　reached　into　my　pack　for　some　water。

　Melanie　did　not　approve；　but　I　ignored　her。　I　looked　for　the　half…empty　bottle　I’d　last　drunk　from；　
rummaging　through　the　fulls　and　empties　until　I　began　to　see　a　pattern。

　With　a　slowly　growing　sense　of　alarm；　I　started　counting。　I　counted　twice。　There　were　two　more　empties　
than　there　were　fulls。　I’d　already　used　up　more　than　half　my　water　supply。

　I　told　you　that　you　were　drinking　too　much。

　I　didn’t　answer　her；　but　I　pulled　the　pack　on　without　taking　a　drink。　My　mouth　felt　horrible；　dry　and　
sandy　and　tasting　of　bile。　I　tried　to　ignore　that；　tried　to　stop　running　my　sandpaper　tongue　over　my　gritty　
teeth；　and　started　walking。

　My　stomach　was　harder　to　ignore　than　my　mouth　as　the　sun　rose　higher　and　hotter　above　me。　It　twisted　
and　contracted　at　regular　intervals；　anticipating　meals　that　didn’t　appear。　By　afternoon；　the　hunger　had　
gone　from　unfortable　to　painful。

　This　is　nothing；Melanie　reminded　me　wryly。We’ve　been　hungrier。　

　

　I　was　beginning　to　despair　when　the　good　news　came。　As　I　swung　my　head　across　the　horizon　with　a　
routine；　halfhearted　movement；　the　bulbous　shape　of　the　dome　jumped　out　at　me　from　the　middle　of　a　
northern　line　of　small　peaks。　The　missing　part　was　only　a　faint　indentation　from　this　vantage　point。

　Close　enough；Melanie　decided；　as　thrilled　as　I　was　to　be　making　some　progress。　I　turned　north　eagerly；　
my　steps　lengthening。Keep　a　lookout　for　the　next。　She　remembered　another　formation　for　me；　and　I　
started　craning　my　head　around　at　once；　though　I　knew　it　was　useless　to　search　for　it　this　early。

　It　would　be　to　the　east。　North　and　then　east　and　then　north　again。　That　was　the　pattern。

　The　lift　of　finding　another　milestone　kept　me　moving　despite　the　growing　weariness　in　my　legs。　Melanie　
urged　me　on；　chanting　encouragements　when　I　slowed；　thinking　of　Jared　and　Jamie　when　I　turned　
apathetic。　My　progress　was　steady；　and　I　waited　till　Melanie　okayed　each　drink；　even　though　the　inside　
of　my　throat　felt　as　though　it　was　blistering。

　I　had　to　admit　that　I　was　proud　of　myself　for　being　so　tough。　When　the　dirt　road　appeared；　it　seemed　
like　a　reward。　It　snaked　toward　the　north；　the　direction　I　was　already　headed；　but　Melanie　was　skittish。

　I　don’t　like　the　look　of　it；she　insisted。

　The　road　was　just　a　sallow　line　through　the　scrub；　defined　only　by　its　smoother　texture　and　lack　of　
vegetation。　Ancient　tire　tracks　made　a　double　depression；　centered　in　the　single　lane。

　When　it　goes　the　wrong　way；　we’ll　leave　it。I　was　already　walking　down　the　middle　of　the　tracks。It’s　
easier　than　weaving　through　the　creosote　and　watching　out　for　cholla。

　She　didn’t　answer；　but　her　unease　made　me　feel　a　little　paranoid。　I　kept　up　my　search　for　the　next　
formation—a　perfectM；　two　matching　volcanic　points—but　I　also　watched　the　desert　around　me　more　
carefully　than　before。

　Because　I　was　paying　extra　attention；　I　noticed　the　gray　smudge　in　the　distance　long　before　I　could　make　
out　what　it　was。　I　wondered　if　my　eyes　were　playing　tricks　on　me　and　blinked　against　the　dust　that　
clouded　them。　The　color　seemed　wrong　for　a　rock；　and　the　shape　too　solid　for　a　tree。　I　squinted　into　the　
brightness；　making　guesses。

　Then　I　blinked　again；　and　the　smudge　suddenly　jumped　into　a　structured　shape；　closer　than　I’d　been　
thinking。　It　was　some　kind　of　house　or　building；　small　and　weathered　to　a　dull　gray。

　Melanie’s　spike　of　panic　had　me　dancing　off　the　narrow　lane　and　into　the　dubious　cover　of　the　barren　
brush。

　Hold　on；I　told　her。I’m　sure　it’s　abandoned。

　How　do　you　know？She　was　holding　back　so　hard　that　I　had　to　concentrate　on　my　feet　before　I　could　
move　them　forward。

　Who　would　live　out　here？　We　souls　live　for　society。I　heard　the　bitter　edge　to　my　explanation　and　
knew　it　was　because　of　where　I　now　stood—physically　and　metaphorically　in　the　middle　of　nowhere。　

　

　Melanie　had　no　patience　for　my　personal　crisis—she　wanted　me　to　get　far　away　from　that　building　as　
fast　as　possible。　Her　thoughts　yanked　and　twisted　at　mine；　pulling　me　out　of　my　introspection。

　Calm　down；I　ordered；　trying　to　focus　my　thoughts；　to　separate　them　from　hers。If　there　is　anything　
that　actually　lives　here；　it　would　be　human。　Trust　me　on　this；　there　is　no　such　thing　as　a　hermit　
among　souls。　Maybe　your　Uncle　Jeb　—

　She　rejected　that　thought　harshly。No　one　could　survive　out　in　the　open　like　this。　You