whimpered in pain.
Then she telt the flow. There was a deep cut in Patrick's neck. The blood was pumping out. surging with each heartbeat, draining the dog's life away.
"No, no, no," Lana cried. "You can't die. You can't die "
If he died, she would be alone in the desert, unable to move. Alone.
The mountain lion would comeback.
Then the vultures.
No. No. That wasn't going to happen. No.
The fear was too much to contain* it couldn't be reasoned with, it couldn't be resisted. Lsna cried out in terror, "Mommy. Mommy. Mommy. I want my mom! Help me, someone help me! Mommy, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I want to go home, I want to go home."
She sobbed and babbled, and the pain of loneliness and tear felt even greater than the agony of her battered body. It choked the air from her lungs.
She was alone. Alone with pain. And soon the mountain lion's teeth ...
Patrick had to live. He had to live. He was ail she had.
She cuddled her dog as close as she could without her own pain obliterating consciousness. She placed her palm over his wound, pressing as hard as she dared.
She would slop the blood.
She would hold him and stop his life from escaping.
She would hold life inside him and he wouldn't die.
But blood still drained through her lingers.
She held on and focused all her will on staying awake to hold the wound, to keep her friend alive.
"Good boy" she whispered through parched lips.
She fought to stay awake. But thirst and hunger, pain and fear, loneliness and horror were too much for her. After a long while Lana fell asleep.
And her hand slipped from the dog's neck.
Sam, Quinn, and Astrid spent much of the night searching the hotel for Little Pete, Astrid figured out how to access the hotel's security system and make a plastic passkey that worked on all doors.
They checked each room. They did not find Astrid's brother, or anyone else.
They came to an exhausted halt in the last room. The barrier cut right through it. It was as if someone had put up a wall in the middle of the room.
"It cuts right through the TV" Quinn said. He picked up a remote control and punched the red power button. Nothing.
Astrid said, "I'd love to know what it looks like on ihe other side of the barrier. Did someone's half a TV just turn on over there?"
"If so, maybe they could tell me if the Lakers won," Quinn said, but no one, including him, was in the mood to laugh.
"Your brother is probably safely on the other side, Astrid" Sam said> then added, "with your mom, probably"
"I don't know that "Astrid snapped-"I have to assume that he's alone and helpless and thai I'm the only one who can do anything to help him"
She crossed her arms over her chest and hugged herself tightly. Then, "I'm sorry. That sojnded like I was mad at you."
"No. You just sounded mad. Not at me," Sam said. "We can't do any more tonight. It's almost midnight. I think we should go back to that big room we saw."
Astrid could only nod, and Quinn looked about ready to crash. They found the suite. It had a huge balcony that overlooked the ocean far below. To the left the barrier blocked the view. It traveled far out over the ocean, as far as they could see, It was like a wall extending out from the hotel itself, an endless wall.
The suite had a room with a king-size bed and a room with two queens, all very plush. There was a minibar fridge containing liquor, beer, soda, nuts, a Snickers, a Toblerone bar, and a few other snacks.
"Boys' room," Quinn said, then flopped onto one of the two queens, facedown. Within seconds he was asleep.
Sam and Astrid stood together for a while on the balcony, splitting the Toblerone. Neither of them said anything for a long time.
"What do you think this is?" Sam asked finally. He didn't need to explain what he meant by "this"
"Sometimes I think it's a dream" Astrid said. "It's so strange that no one has shown up. I mean, the place should be crawling with soldiers and scientists and reporters. Suddenly a wall just appears out of nowhere,
Then she telt the flow. There was a deep cut in Patrick's neck. The blood was pumping out. surging with each heartbeat, draining the dog's life away.
"No, no, no," Lana cried. "You can't die. You can't die "
If he died, she would be alone in the desert, unable to move. Alone.
The mountain lion would comeback.
Then the vultures.
No. No. That wasn't going to happen. No.
The fear was too much to contain* it couldn't be reasoned with, it couldn't be resisted. Lsna cried out in terror, "Mommy. Mommy. Mommy. I want my mom! Help me, someone help me! Mommy, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I want to go home, I want to go home."
She sobbed and babbled, and the pain of loneliness and tear felt even greater than the agony of her battered body. It choked the air from her lungs.
She was alone. Alone with pain. And soon the mountain lion's teeth ...
Patrick had to live. He had to live. He was ail she had.
She cuddled her dog as close as she could without her own pain obliterating consciousness. She placed her palm over his wound, pressing as hard as she dared.
She would slop the blood.
She would hold him and stop his life from escaping.
She would hold life inside him and he wouldn't die.
But blood still drained through her lingers.
She held on and focused all her will on staying awake to hold the wound, to keep her friend alive.
"Good boy" she whispered through parched lips.
She fought to stay awake. But thirst and hunger, pain and fear, loneliness and horror were too much for her. After a long while Lana fell asleep.
And her hand slipped from the dog's neck.
Sam, Quinn, and Astrid spent much of the night searching the hotel for Little Pete, Astrid figured out how to access the hotel's security system and make a plastic passkey that worked on all doors.
They checked each room. They did not find Astrid's brother, or anyone else.
They came to an exhausted halt in the last room. The barrier cut right through it. It was as if someone had put up a wall in the middle of the room.
"It cuts right through the TV" Quinn said. He picked up a remote control and punched the red power button. Nothing.
Astrid said, "I'd love to know what it looks like on ihe other side of the barrier. Did someone's half a TV just turn on over there?"
"If so, maybe they could tell me if the Lakers won," Quinn said, but no one, including him, was in the mood to laugh.
"Your brother is probably safely on the other side, Astrid" Sam said> then added, "with your mom, probably"
"I don't know that "Astrid snapped-"I have to assume that he's alone and helpless and thai I'm the only one who can do anything to help him"
She crossed her arms over her chest and hugged herself tightly. Then, "I'm sorry. That sojnded like I was mad at you."
"No. You just sounded mad. Not at me," Sam said. "We can't do any more tonight. It's almost midnight. I think we should go back to that big room we saw."
Astrid could only nod, and Quinn looked about ready to crash. They found the suite. It had a huge balcony that overlooked the ocean far below. To the left the barrier blocked the view. It traveled far out over the ocean, as far as they could see, It was like a wall extending out from the hotel itself, an endless wall.
The suite had a room with a king-size bed and a room with two queens, all very plush. There was a minibar fridge containing liquor, beer, soda, nuts, a Snickers, a Toblerone bar, and a few other snacks.
"Boys' room," Quinn said, then flopped onto one of the two queens, facedown. Within seconds he was asleep.
Sam and Astrid stood together for a while on the balcony, splitting the Toblerone. Neither of them said anything for a long time.
"What do you think this is?" Sam asked finally. He didn't need to explain what he meant by "this"
"Sometimes I think it's a dream" Astrid said. "It's so strange that no one has shown up. I mean, the place should be crawling with soldiers and scientists and reporters. Suddenly a wall just appears out of nowhere,
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