Contagion (Toxic City) by Tim Lebbon Read Free Book Online Page B

and moved into residential streets again, countless houses now home only to dried bodies and memories. Lucy-Anne walked with another memory. And even though she knew, the wrench of loss was going to hurt all over again.
    “I dream,” she said. “And I'm always scared.”
    “Things change,” Andrew said. “Dreams are weird things, theones we have even more so. I came to learn that they're like movies that never run the same way twice.”
    “Movies you can control yourself?” she asked.
    “Sometimes you're the director, yes,” he said. “But that never lasts.”
    “I don't understand.” She thought of Rook falling into that pit, her dreaming the events again in time to warn him, thinking she'd saved him from that fate. Then he'd fallen again, and the same terrible death had come to claim him.
    “I tried so many times when I was your age,” he said. “But changing things in your dreams only bleeds over into reality a little, and those bleeds are soon cleared up.”
    “What are we going to do?” she said, hopelessness washing over her. “What am I going to do?”
    “Survive,” Andrew said. “You're why I'm still here like this. It's difficult . And once you're safe, I can stop dreaming at last.”
    Survive…stop dreaming… Her brother was a ghost, and Lucy-Anne remembered walking across that strange landscape on London's outskirts, the place where countless bodies had been buried, and knowing that beneath her feet lay her mother and father. The certainty had been shocking, but she'd known it was true because she had already dreamt it. Her life now was starting to feel like one long dream. Her imagination had always taken her to strange places, and sometimes she'd found it teasing her when she could not recall whether a memory was a dream, or vice versa. Many times through her childhood she'd remembered going somewhere with her family that no one else recalled, or believed an event was a dream when her parents and Andrew had very clear memories of it. She'd never thought anything of it. It had felt natural. It was ironic that now she was starting to understand herself and how she dreamed, it felt more alien than ever.
    “I'm exhausted,” she said. “I can't run forever. I need to…I have to…” To dream , she thought. As she pulled away from Andrew and her surroundings, she could not be certain whether she was falling asleep, or waking up.
    People cry out. Flames roar. Someone is wailing as they stagger back and forth across the road, grasping at guts drooping from a terrible wound in their stomach. Their features and hair are burnt away, but Lucy-Anne recognises the clothes.
    Nomad is running across the street towards her. She jumps a blazing motorcycle, leaping further than is possible, and barely seems to touch the road as she lands and rushes on. She is the focus of movement in the street, the eye of the storm, and all flames lean away from her.
    Lucy-Anne holds up her hands and tries to speak, but her voice has been silenced. My dream, this is my dream, and I can change everything !
    But though she knows that she has been here before, she has no control over the scene. She cannot quench the flames, nor can she divert Nomad from her course. Perhaps they have been heading towards this meeting since Doomsday.
    Gunfire sounds in the distance, voices, screams, and nearby the pounding of heavy footsteps.
    Turn away , she thinks, but Nomad runs onwards. Step aside . But the strange woman is determined.
    Lucy-Anne opens her mouth, but cannot scream as Nomad runs into her and knocks her to the ground. She tries to punch, but her arm remains by her side, not obeying her dream.
    Nomad raises a fist and brings it smashing down on Lucy-Anne's throat.
    A burst of light—
    The Thames flows sluggishly before her, and to her left she can just see the curve of the London Eye above some buildings. She looks around in a panic for Nomad, knowing that when she sees her the blast will come. There is no stopping it. A