The FAYZ (book 1)

SIX

290 HOURS, 07 MINUTES

NO ONE SPOKE for several blocks.

The streets grew emptier and darker as they joined the beach road.

"The surf sounds strange," Quinn observed.

"Flat," Sam agreed. He felt like eyes were following him, even though he was out of sight of the plaza.

"Fo-flat, brah," Quinn said. "Glassy. But there's a low-pressure front just out there. Supposed to be a long period swell. Instead it sounds like a lake."

"Weatherman isn't always right," Sam said. He listened carefully. Quinn was better at reading the conditions. Something sounded like it might be strange in the rhythm, but Sam wasn't sure.

Lights twinkled here and there, from houses off to the left, from streetlights, but it was far darker than normal. It was still early evening, barely dinnertime. Houses should have been lit up. Instead, the only lights were those on timers or those left on throughout the day. In one house, blue TV light flickered. When Sam peeked in the window he saw two kids eating chips and staring at the static.

All the little background noises, all the little sounds you barely registered—phones ringing, car engines, voices—were gone. They could hear each footstep they made. Each breath they took. When a dog erupted in frenzied barking, they all jumped.

"Who's going to feed that dog?" Quinn wondered.

No one had an answer for that. There would be dogs and cats all over town. And there were almost certainly babies in empty homes right now, too. It was all too much. Too much to think about.

Sam peered toward the hills, squinted to shut out the lights of town. Sometimes, if they had the stadium lights of the athletic field turned on, you could see a distant twinkle of light from Coates Academy. But not tonight. Just darkness from that direction.

A part of Sam denied that his mother was gone. A part of him wanted to believe she was up there, at work, like any other night.

"The stars are still there," Astrid said. Then she said, "Wait. No. The stars are up, but not the ones just above the horizon. I think Venus should be almost setting. It's not there."

The four of them stopped and stared out over the ocean. Standing still, all they heard was the odd, placid, metronomic regularity of the lapping waves.

"This sounds bizarre, but the horizon looks higher than it should be," Jayden said.

"Did anyone watch the sun go down?" Sam asked.

No one had.

"Let's keep moving," Sam said. "We should have brought bikes or skateboards."

"Why not a car?" Quinn asked.

"You know how to drive?" Sam asked.

"I've seen it done."

"I've seen heart surgery performed on TV, too," Astrid said. "That doesn't mean I'm going to try it."

Quinn said, "You watch heart surgery on TV? Wow that explains a lot, Astrid."

"Can the two of you just shut it", Jayden said rubbing her temples slightly pushing past the pair, and walking slightly ahead of the group, she was scared that he wasn't going to find Kayden, and it made her feel sick to her stomach.

The road wound away from the shore and up to Clifftop. The resort's understated neon sign, nestled roadside between carefully trimmed hedges, was lit. The grand front entrance was lit up like it was Christmas—the resort had strung strands of twinkling white lights early.