Sudden Independents

The Chicken Shack. That’s where the grumpy girl with the rainbow cap said Jimmy could find Patrick. After receiving directions, Jimmy raced back into the Escalade, shifted into drive and stomped on the gas. The engine roared and he jumped the curb. A monster was stalking his little brother. It didn’t matter that Scout knocked Patrick unconscious. Someone had woken up the beast by now, and Patrick only had one target left: Hunter.

“Slow down, Jimmy!” Scout yelled after a nasty pothole sent everyone to the roof. “We’ll be screwed if we get there and can’t drive out ’cuz the truck’s wrecked.”

“He’s got a point,” Molly said from the backseat. “Drive around the potholes.”

Jimmy had only asked Scout and Molly to go with him. Raven was too shaken, they’d all worked way too hard to find Catherine to risk losing her again, and he refused to let Ginger anywhere near Patrick now that their cover was blown. He just hoped they’d find Hunter before Patrick did. Then they could simply load up and go.

As they circled in front of the Chicken Shack, Jimmy honked the horn and kids scrambled out of his path until he stopped outside the open bay door to the warehouse.

“Molly, sit behind the wheel and be ready when we come out. Let’s go, Scout.”

The fear that grew in the pit of Jimmy’s stomach climbed into his chest as he ran under the bay doors and into the back of a crowd. Everyone stood in eerie silence. Jimmy and Scout cut through the middle of the pack, stumbling to a halt when they broke through the ranks.

Scout whispered, “Holy shit.”

Those were the exact words screaming in Jimmy’s head. He squeezed his eyes shut, took a deep breath of rank air and reopened his eyes.

Patrick lay in a pool of his own blood. A short-handled axe protruded from his back. His lifeless eyes frozen in a death mask etched with shock.

A stirring of feathers and clucking brought Jimmy out of the horror and into the moment. Dozens of black-eyed chickens stared at him. Jimmy heard a little boy crying, and then realized the boy knelt next to his brother.

“Hunter!”

The little boy fell protectively over Hunter’s body, grief-stricken anger twisting his face. His hands shook with violent trembles like no one his size should ever shake.

“It’s okay, kid,” Scout said, lifting the boy away. “That’s his brother.”

“Oh my God,” Jimmy said. Hunter’s face was barely recognizable and his breathing came in harsh, strained gasps. Tears stung Jimmy’s eyes. Blood covered everything and determining the source was impossible.

The kid fell to his knees on the sticky floor close to Hunter and continued weeping. Jimmy knelt on the other side.

“What’s your name, kid?”

“Billy.”

“Billy, tell me what happened.”

“Phillip hit me and Michael beat him up and then…” Billy pointed at Patrick and wept as he continued telling the story. Jimmy shuddered from the description of his defenseless brother’s beating. Billy sobbed at the conclusion of how he had stopped Patrick’s attack.

“Which one is Phillip?”

Billy searched the crowd. He pointed at a fat kid wearing a dirty shirt that didn’t fit.

“If I see you again, I’ll kill you.” Jimmy meant every word.

The fat kid spun around and charged out the door. The crowd watched him leave and then turned their attention back to Jimmy.

Jimmy looked up at Scout. “What can we do?”

Scout rubbed his hand up and over his head to the back of his neck, his eyes loaded with sorrow and uncertainty. “Get him to Catherine and hope the move doesn’t kill him.”

“We need to get him to her now.”

Scout nodded. “Give me a second to figure out how to move him.”

Billy scooted closer and touched Hunter’s hand. Jimmy somehow managed a smile.

Hunter stirred and a bloodshot eye popped open. The other one looked like an eggplant growing out of Hunter’s face. “Jimmy?”

“I’m here. We’re taking you to Catherine.”

“Billy?”

“He’s right here also.”

Hunter’s good eye searched for Billy and then tracked back to Jimmy. Jimmy had never seen intensity like that blazing in his brother’s eye. “Take him.”

Jimmy held his brother’s hand. “He’s coming with us.” Hunter sighed and closed his eye.

“Billy, move over to the other side,” Scout said. He laid a table with its legs folded up next to Hunter. “Okay, roll him towards you, Jimmy.”

Hunter cried out in pain when Jimmy lifted his brother’s right side with Billy’s help. Scout pushed the table under Hunter’s body through the blood. They slid him to the center of the table like a fragile piece of stained glass.

Hunter coughed up more blood onto his chin. Billy bent forward and wiped it away with the hem of his shirt. Jimmy and Scout picked up different ends of the table. As Scout walked backwards and led them out, Jimmy studied his brother’s broken face, praying they’d make it to Catherine in time. Billy stayed at Hunter’s side, touching his hand.

The silent crowd watched the litter approach with solemn expressions on their faces. They parted without any type of malice. All but one.