Still, there was no way they could hold this position. No way.
―Fall back to the maintenance room!" Benti rose from her crouch, sliding up against Clarence, who stepped back, and she with him, moving like practiced dance partners.
―We lose this spot, they‘re going to swamp us!" Orlav shouted.
―We stay here, they‘ll swamp us sooner!" Benti shouted back.
The flares showed a swarm of pale globes, like living snotbags, scuttling up the ceiling from behind the shambling mob, toward them.
The passageway behind them was an unknown quantity. No time to look at the map. No telling
what they‘d find there.
No avoiding that. No time for caution.
She yanked a grenade from her belt, ripping the pin out in the same motion. ―No more jabber! Get going!"
A raised eyebrow from Clarence, a look of panic from Gersten.
She tossed it as they broke and ran.
Not far enough.
The force of it slammed into her, slammed through her, throwing her forward into Clarence. Her bones shrieked in protest. All the air fled her lungs. She rolled over the top of Clarence, heat at her back and then on her face.
None of that mattered.
―Keep moving!" she screamed, before she‘d even opened her eyes, crawling to her knees. Don’t ever stop moving. Unless you want to die.
Her ears rang like wineglasses. She couldn‘t hear anything, hardly could see anything. Slapped a hand on Clarence‘s helmet as he pushed himself from the floor. Cast about, Orlav and Gersten scrambling to their feet. Where was Tsardikos?
Aftershock: A wash of warm water came tumbling down the passageway and swept her legs out
from under her just as she‘d gotten all the way up. It was murky, it was rank, and swept along with it was one of them , flailing and thrashing, and a trailing arm—no, it wasn‘t an arm, it was a whip of bone, it was a blade of body —slashed Orlav across the back, arcing a wide spray of blood across Benti and Clarence, peppering blood through the filthy water and across the pipes, and slamming her down again, her mouth an ―O" of shock as Benti, who had never released her rifle, they were all better than that, drew a bead and fired a hole through the thing‘s chest until she could see the other wall, and watched as, truly dead, it smacked up against a tank and lay there.
Thought she saw something else, too, near Orlav—one of those snot creatures—but, no, nothing when she spun, it must‘ve just been something bobbing in the water. Part of the thing she‘d just killed.
A glance down the passageway brought her a small measure of relief. Patchy fires singed churning sewage around a new barricade of ceiling and caved-in tanks. It‘d worked for now—there was no other movement. The smell of mingled crap and the stench of the enemy made her cough. It‘d gag her if she let it.
But so would the memory of them, those things, rising up despite being blasted full of bullet holes.
They wouldn‘t—couldn‘t—be stopped for long. She could already feel the vibration of digging. The shit wouldn‘t hold.
She surged to her feet, too fast, off balance, shook her head angrily—she needed clarity now more than ever.
A quick check, Clarence was okay, Gersten okay, just cursing a lot as he tried to lift Orlav.
Her hearing had started to return. Over the cursing, she could hear Orlav shrieking with agony.
There was another sound, too, another kind of shrieking, like a man being devoured alive. It almost froze Benti, until she realized it came from the other side of the barricade.
Tsardikos, screaming as those things took him apart. Nothing Benti could do about it. Nothing that wouldn‘t put the rest of them in danger.
She shook it off. She shook it off, even as it damaged her, and scrambled over to Orlav, shit bouncing from her shins.
―She‘s bleeding bad," Gersten said, supporting nearly all of Orlav‘s weight.
That was the least of Orlav‘s worries. This tainted water in her wounds would kill her anyway. It would just take a little longer. Benti leaned down for a quick inspection, and froze. The injury itself was long but not deep. She could see the blue curves in the dark muscle of her back, but the spine didn‘t shine through. What kind of a victory was it when the medic in her leapt for joy that she couldn‘t see bone? But fastened to the lower back was a quivering bulb of pus, finger like tendrils digging into the open wound ecstatically. Holy crap. It looked like a parasite of some kind. She reached for it, and stopped. Not here, not in this water.
―We have to get her out of here!" She threw one of Orlav‘s arms over her shoulder, the other around her waist, taking some of the burden off of Gersten. ―Head for maintenance. Clarence, come on, let‘s go!"
They fled, dragging Orlav between them. Clarence staggered in their wake, watching the darkness behind them. He didn‘t have any more flares. Their flashlights would have to do.
Benti flinched as she thought she heard something in the air ducts above them.
―Orlav," Benti raised her voice, turned to yell in her ear, ―Orlav! Report!"
― ‘s fadin‘ . . ." she slurred, and her head dropped, eyes wide open, not even pretending to walk now, feet dragging in the water. ―. . . where . . ."
―There‘s the door!"
A burst of speed and they collapsed against it. Locked. They were trapped outside. Benti propped Orlav against the door, Gersten shouldering her weight again. ―She‘s bad," he moaned.
Benti ripped the faceplate from the control panel, straightforward wiring again. She walked her fingers along the wires.
―Oh god, she‘s bad, look at her face, look at her face, look—" Benti yanked a wire, and looked.
What looked back at her was not Orlav.
>Lopez 1503 hours
Lopez had her orders. Find out what the hell is up with this damn ship was down at the bottom of her priorities. Get to the bridge was at the top. But the more time she spent on this damn ship , the harder it was to ignore that she might not achieve the first without knowing the last. Couldn‘t help thinking of the intel blackout. Found herself rather taken with the idea of knowing something Rebecca didn‘t want her to know.
―So tell me," she nudged. ―Tell me what I‘m looking at." Knew whatever came out of Smith‘s
mouth would come out sideways, but that was okay. She could make it honest.
―Covenant get sick too," Smith said haltingly. ―We noticed it in some of them. Any of the prisoners displaying the symptoms we kept in isolation. Just in case." He wiped his mouth, still resisting Lopez‘s grip. We took every precaution against it. Every precaution."
He stopped. Lopez jabbed him in the side with her rifle. She was pretty sure Smith was going to give her another scar eventually.
―It made them aggressive. Savage." Smith worked his mouth, clearly thinking about the words before he said them. ―We did some tests. Managed to isolate it." Now he couldn‘t look away from the bodies. ―An alien virus."
Percy raised his head, raised his eyebrows, as MacCraw covered his mouth and leapt back.
―We‘ve been standing here breathing around this thing!"
Smith smiled, no humor in it. Mostly disdain. ―It doesn‘t work like that."
―Did it jump from Covenant to human?" Percy asked.
A dull boom reverberated through the floor, the walls shuddering slightly. ―Grenade?" Mahmoud mouthed. Not good. Like the explosion had jump-started his urgency again.
Smith relaxed, stopped pulling away from Lopez. Accepting his fate, finally?
―It did."
>Benti 1507 hours
Get moving again, soldier!
―Get—" The words stuck in her throat, wouldn‘t come out, not fast enough.
Orlav—the thing staring out from behind Orlav‘s eyes—opened its mouth, lips already purple and cheeks veined with green. In control now, it turned Orlav‘s head, drew Gersten into an embrace using Orlav‘s arm thrown over Gersten‘s shoulder.
What used to be Orlav bit into Gersten‘s cheek.
The words still wouldn‘t leave her mouth. They were stuck. As Gersten shrieked, she couldn‘t look away, the teeth sinking into the cheek and worrying it. Blood washed down Gersten‘s throat to soak his collar. Orlav‘s other arm was already writhing and changing right in front of Benti, becoming something bulbous that had nothing to do with the Marine she‘d known.
That arm, that club, that infernal claw, rose, about to become a weapon crashing down on her skull.
Clarence shoved her aside, fired point-blank into Orlav‘s temple, ripping a tunnel through the skull.
As the body slumped, Clarence matter-of-factly put another burst through the heart.
It dropped, Gersten screaming and flailing to be free. Staggering back, holding one hand against his torn cheek. ―Jesus, Jesus . . ."
Clarence popped the empty clip. It hissed in the water at his feet, Benti watching in the flashlight‘s glow, trying to adjust to what had just happened.
He slapped another in, turned, grabbed Benti‘s shirt and hauled her to her feet, which brought her out of it. A once-over to confirm she was uninjured, and he tipped his chin at the wires she‘d left exposed, then stared at the grenade-created wreckage behind them as it shuddered and shifted, pushed from the other side. The water was rising around their knees.
She got back to it.
―Benti, my face," Gersten moaned.
―I know," she said, shaking fingers stripping this wire, then that wire, ―just let me get this. Then I‘ll take care of you." She needed a moment so her hands were steady before she did anything medical for Gersten. Clarence had his hand on his pistol. Most people wouldn‘t have noticed, but she knew Clarence. Just in case? Was this what it came down to? Knew, too, Gersten, and not sure she could do it. Any of it. But knowing she‘d have to, somehow.
A crash and tumble behind them. Something was breaking through the wreckage. A spike of
tension in Clarence‘s posture. Her hands were wet, the wires were slippery. She twisted the two and the lock clacked open.
She spun the lever, shoulder to the door, and pushed. It stuck.
A dragging sound from behind them. A hiss like static. A moaning.
―Oh for Christ‘s sake come on!" Another shove, and it gave suddenly, sewage spilling into the opening, and her tumbling after it. Gersten sagged in after her. Clarence backed in and shoved the hatch closed quick as thought.