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Chapter Thirteen. Chapter Fifteen. Chapter Seventeen. Chapter Four. They justI dont knowtheyre just connected. We cant do it. Well keep going. They wont find me, she said, almost pleading. Its snowing. I can wait here.

If we dont keep going, youll die. Her body shook as she cried. We both knew it was true. Id bandaged her arm, but the gash was deep and openI doubted it could even be stitched closed, with all the exposed muscle and ripped skin.

I pulled away from her and looked into her eyes. Our faces were almost touching as she stared back, her tears clinging to her eyelashes. She was pale and gray. Youre going to be okay. She didnt say anything. Im going to take care of you. I know that this sounds crazy, but Beckys face turned to confusion, and she cocked her head. I listened, straining to hear whatever she heard. Her eyes werent on me anymorethey were darting around the forest, wild and terrified.

Isaiah, she whispered. Hes coming. Her body tensed, and her hand gripped my arm. We have to get back to the dorms. Before they lock the doors. I felt like Id been hit in the stomach. She was hallucinating. We didnt have much time. I tried to speak, but my words came out shaky.

Becky, we have to run. She nodded her head, her tears flowing again. Dont let him get me. Im not a traitor. I wont. We stumbled forward through the forest. My tracks from earlier were completely obscured by the heavy snowfall, but I could smell the wood smoke, and in the growing light I could see the haze from chimneys in the distance.

Hell kill me, Becky mumbled. He was always worst to us. He said we knew better. Isaiahs not coming, I told her. Isaiahs not in charge anymore.

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She shook her head. We left him back at the school, tied to a radiator. Becky stopped. You did what? Her eyes were different now; her whole face was different. It was like I was looking at a different person. Jane had promised they could help Becky.

I had to trust them. I had no other choice. Beckys eyes were drooping, and I was carrying more of her weight now. Cant you hear Isaiah? I peered into the forest. Were almost there, I said.

I still couldnt see the town, but it had to be close. She stumbled, and I tightened my grip around her waist. Id done this to her. Id done it to everyone. Isaiah had been right. Hed told me that I was playing a numbers gamethat I didnt care how many died, as long as I was one of the lucky ones who got out.

Id told him he was wrong. That we would all make it out. That if we left as a group they couldnt stop us. More than fifty had tried to escape, but only Becky and I made it. Some had died right there at the fenceI could still see the images of Oakland being shot in the chest, of Gabby lying on the ground in a pool of blood. And theyd all gone to the fence because I talked them into it. Stop, Becky said, and pulled away from me. Stop it. Her words were slurred, but for a moment her eyes focused on mine.

We have to She put her hand up.

It looked like it took all the effort she could muster. I could hear my own breathing, steady and low, and hers, rapid and shallow. I almost thought I could hear my own heartbeat, but that had to be in my head. Her eyes popped open and she pointed, but I heard it now, too. The engine of a four-wheeler, somewhere in the distance, behind us. Damn it. I dropped the tarp and picked Becky up in my arms. She buried her face in my chest as I hurried forward.

I didnt bother trying to hide my tracks. The only thing that could help us was to get as far away from that four-wheeler as possible, to hope that our path was covered by the storm. The moment Becky lost consciousness was obvious. Her body went limp, one of her arms falling off my shoulder and hanging loosely down. There was a flash of red up ahead, the faded paint of an old chicken coop. Were almost there, I whispered.

The town lay before us, silent and still in the rising light. Jane stood in the doorway of the barn, just where Id left her. It didnt look like shed seen us yet.

The Jane at the school had been pretty, with soft, creamy skin and perfect makeup. This Janethe real, human Janewas harder and stronger. If it was possible, she was thinner now, the softness of her arms replaced with the muscle of years of daily manual labor. She was still beautiful. More so, maybe. Two more people appeared at the barn door. The first was a stocky guy with a rough goatee and a shaved head. He couldnt have been much older than me. He was arguing with Jane, gesturing fiercely.

The second, standing quietly beside them, was someone I couldnt forget. Unlike Jane, Mouse looked exactly like her robot version. Tall, tan, brown hair. Gorgeous and dangerous. She stood quietly with arms folded, ignoring the others and staring out at the forest.

The last time Id seen Mouse 10 she was lying on the ground, her robot chest impaled by a machete. They didnt seem to have any kind of uniform here. All three wore jeans and heavy work boots, but Jane had an apron on that fell to her knees and a thin cotton coat. Mouse was bundled in a leather jacket that was too bigher fingers didnt reach the end of the sleeves.

The guy didnt even have a coatjust a thick long-sleeved shirt. Mouse reached over and touched the guys arm, and then pointed to me.

I took another gulp of air, and jogged out of the trees toward them. As I approached, Jane put a finger to her lips. Lets get inside. I nodded. Janes smile faded as she looked back at Becky. Is she alive? Jane walked in front of me, trying to inspect Beckys bandage while we moved. How bad is it? I dont know. She landed on a broken log, and a branch tore her arm up pretty bad.

Lost a lot of blood. And I think its infected. I expected the guy to help me with Becky, but he didnt even look at her. Theyre out there, I said, breathing heavily. We could hear the four-wheelers. I dont think theyve found our trail, or theyd be here already. He swore and turned to Mouse. Get the cows out and see if you can coax them into the woods to mess up the tracks.

Mouse nodded and jogged back to the barn. I watched Janes face as she fiddled with Becky, taking her pulse and feeling her head. She was acting like a paramedic, but I knew it was mostly an act. The robot Jane had been sixteenthis Jane looked maybe a year or two older. She wasnt a doctor. How long has she been unconscious? Jane said, looking up at me.

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Everything about her was different except those eyesbright, vibrant green. I looked away. Just a few minutes, I said. I felt a tear roll slowly down my cheek.

With Becky in my arms, there was nothing I could do about it. I didnt even know what caused itwas it Becky? Was it that Id accomplished nothing? The guy pointed to my arm, his face cold and stern. Roll up your sleeve. I paused for a minute, confused. Put her down, he said, talking to me like I was an idiot. I didnt respond. We were in six inches of snow, and Becky was unconscious.

I wasnt going to lay her down. Do it, he said, taking a step toward me. His voice was steady and firm. Those four-wheelers are coming.

Jane glanced up at me, and then at the guy. Carefully I knelt down, wishing I hadnt left the tarp back in the woods. Janes eyes met mine, and she sat in the cold, wet snow, cradling Beckys head. When I stood back up, the guy was holding a box cutter.

Id expected thishe was going to cut me just like Jane had done to herself. They needed to make sure that we were real, too, and not some infiltrators from the school. I tugged at my sweatshirt, pulling it back to my elbow. His face darkened and he swore. Are you stupid? He grabbed my wrist and shared a look with Jane.

I asked again. The watch, Jane said, her voice hollow and small. You led them right here, he said angrily. I stared at the beat-up watch, thinking back to when Becky had clamped it on my wrist the first day Id arrived.

I thought they just opened the doors. They track you, he snapped. She was talking to him, not me. Weve always assumed that, but we dont know it for sure. Of course it tracks you, he said. So cut it off, I said. I couldnt believe Id been so stupid. Its too late. I looked back at him, suddenly hopeful. Maybe Janes right. Maybe it doesnt track you.

We were in the woods all night, but were probably only a mile or two from the wall. If they knew where we were they would have found us in minutes.

He stared at me and then at Jane. It felt like forever. We didnt have time to argue. Mouse was herding the cows five of thempast us. The four-wheelers could be here any minute. I tapped my watch, pleading with him. Well cut them off, and then when they come looking for us you can say that we stopped here and kept going. He lit a match on his pants and held it to the blade of the box cutter.

Tell me why we should put our necks on the line for you. I stammered for a moment, not sure what to say. Id just made dozens of others risk their lives, stupidly, and theyd all suffered for it. But if these people didnt help us, then Becky would die. I took a breath. Of course. What keeps you here?

Theres no fence, no walls. You all have a tracker like this? If you leave the town theyll chase you? The guy ran his hand over his shaved head and looked out into the woods. So what? So whatever it is, Becky and I dont have it, I said. Cut off my watch, and I can help you escape. You can help us by leaving, now. Mouse rejoined us, a heavy pair of gardening clippers in her hand. Here, she said, taking my wrist. The guy held my hand steady.

Mouse slid one end of the clippers under the metal watchband and then sliced through.

It fell silently into the snow at my feet. She then crouched beside Becky and cut through her necklace gently. Becky never stirred. I picked up both the tracking devices. If you help Becky, Ill work on finding a way out. He didnt move, just stood his ground.

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I could understand everything he was feelingthe paranoia, the angerbut I couldnt back down. Shes human, Jane said, breaking the silence. Shed pulled back the bandage around Beckys upper arm enough to examine the gaping wound. I couldnt see it from where 15 I stood, but I knew Jane was inspecting Beckys bone and muscle. The guy looked down for a moment, watching Jane, and then finally crouched beside her.

I wanted to say something, but it all sounded too argumentative in my head. I needed their help, so I needed to shut up. Mouse bent beside him. Where will we put them? He stared at Beckys wound for several seconds, deep in thought.

Finally, he stood back up and grabbed my wrist. Dont move, he said, his face unchanged. He held the box cutter to my forearm, where the bone was closest to the skin. This is going to hurt. Mouse and the guy walked straight down the dirt road, which was visible through the snow only because of the deep ruts now frozen in the mud. Jane and I followed behind, Becky again in my arms. Maybe I was filled with adrenaline, but she felt lighter.

We passed farm buildings, chicken coops, rabbit hutches, and a few sheds before getting into the heart of the complex, where there were five green rectangular wooden buildings that reminded me of too many war moviesthey looked like barracks for POWs. Past them were two squat cement buildings, both of 16 which looked several decades older than the five green ones. The larger of the cement structures had a sign on its plain steel door that read, maxfield commissary.

The other, which had a row of narrow windows running along the top of each wall, read, washroom. Steam was trickling out through a broken pane of glass. Whats a commissary? I whispered. Jane paused, only for a moment, her eyes darting nervously from door to door.

Its an old word for cafeteria. Everything here is old. As she moved in front of me, all I could think of was that night, only weeks ago, when the beaten and broken android of Jane had stumbled away from me and Id learned the truth about her. The truth. The concept seemed impossible now. What was the truth, and how would I ever know?

Id thought she and I had something. And then she was dead. But she wasnt deadshed never existed at all. Id been friends with a computer program. Id kissed a machine.

But now she was real. I didnt understand it at all. The door of the washroom opened, and two girls appeared. They stopped instantly, and one reached for the door frame for support. I knew them bothShelly and Tapti. Taptia Variant, like mehad revealed herself as a robot last night.

Shelly was in the Society, and I thought Id seen her fighting on our side last night. I didnt know what to do. Its okay, the guy said to them, his voice hushed as we walked past. Keep it quiet. Well have a meeting later.

Tapti was one of them, I whispered to Jane once we had moved past the washroom. I stammered for a moment. Like me, she said, her eyes on the road. I nodded, uncomfortable. But I dont think Shelly was. She wasnt fighting against us last night. They went one at a time. Her voice sounded pained. As they were needed.

What does that mean? The Shelly you knew was a robot. She just hadnt popped yet. The guy shot back an angry look. We were being too loud. Jane stood closer to me, her voice barely a whisper. Most of the robots popped at the fence. Whats popped? Its when the link between us and the robot is broken, and someone else takes control. I nodded slowly. Id seen it happenthe blank look on Masons face when he attacked Becky, and when Carrie shot Oakland.

They suddenly werent themselves anymore. In my arms, I could feel Beckys muscles tense and then relax again. It wasnt much, but I took it as a promising sign. She wasnt completely gone. I asked. The road was dipping down into a dense row of trees.

Its safer on the other side of the stream, she said. Warmer, too. I bent my neck, my head touching Beckys. She didnt respond. The trees were hiding a small creek, maybe fifteen feet wide, and shallow. There was no bridge, just a ford, and the water wasnt entirely frozen over. Jane ran across it easily, hopping from stone to stone like it was second nature. Carrying Becky, I didnt dare attempt balancing on the slippery rocks, and stepped through the icy water. It was only a few inches deepjust enough to seep into my shoesbut it sent shivers up my legs.

Jane paused at the edge of the trees and I caught up with her. Mouse and the guy were twenty yards ahead of us, continuing up the dirt road. There it is, she said. Where it all started. Breathing heavily, I stared at a large adobe building that stood in a clearing. It was only one story, but probably a hundred feet or more on each sidefrom where I was, it appeared to be a square.

At each corner was a squat tower, two of which were crumpled and broken. The one door was enormous, made of wood and iron. Other than the door, the only break in the thick brown walls were tiny window slits 19 every ten or twelve feet. They couldnt have been more than four or five inches wide. They had no glass, but a single iron bar ran up the center of each. Id seen this building a dozen timesor buildings like itin every John Wayne Western.

Fort Maxfield, Jane said. Youll be safe here. We crossed the field of snow to the door, where Mouse and the guy stood. As we approached, I could tell this wasnt a replica of an Old West fortthis thing really was old.

In many places the smooth stucco surface had flaked off, revealing the rough brown interior of the mud walls. Even the massive door seemed to be falling apart, and I could see some obviously recent repairs: one of the massive hinges was brass and shiny, out of place from the other blackened antique metalwork, and a two-by-four was nailed vertically up one side of the door to hold the decaying boards in place.

A wreath of flowers, long since dead, hung just above eye level. This place wasnt anything like Id hoped it would be. It wasnt safe; it wasnt welcoming. The door almost immediately clanked and then swung open, revealing another guytall and skinny, his thick black hair dreadlocked. Everybody check out, Birdman? The guy with the shaved head nodded.

Theyre good. The dreadlocked guy looked at me and smiled enthusiastically. Im Harvard. Need a hand? I nodded, exhausted, and he scooped Becky out of my arms. I followed him along a rough wooden walkway. The fort had a large open courtyard in the middlenow covered in a blanket of untouched snow.

It looked like each of the four sides was lined with rooms, like a motel. The farther we walked, the older the fort seemed.

The adobe walls were crumbling and broken, and the wooden planks under our feet were cracked; about every fifth one was missing entirely. Harvard walked with careless expertisestepping back and forth, left to right, avoiding weak boards without giving them a second thought.

I copied his path, but even so I could feel the wood bowing under my weight. As we continued around to the far side of the fort, I saw faces peering out of cracks in the centuries-old doors.

I looked for others I knew, like Mouse and Jane, but couldnt really get a good look at anyone. Do they watch you guys? Harvard shook his head. They used to try, but we keep a pretty good eye on it. We have people whose job it is to watch for cameras. We cant do much about the animals in the campyou know about those?