Plague by Michael Grant Read Free Book Online

the big mean daddy who won’t let anyone have any fun, and I play the greedy businessman who is just looking out for himself. But don’t be stupid: maybe I am greedy, but without me no one eats. Or drinks. We need water. You see anyone else in this town that’s going to make that happen?”
    Sam laughed softly. “Yeah, you’ve gotten good at using people, Albert. I mean you offer me a chance to go off and save everyone’s butt, right? Be important and necessary again. You have me all figured out.”
    “We need water, Sam,” Albert said simply. “If you find water up at this Lake Tramonto and come back and tell people they have to move up there, they’ll do it. You tell them it’s going to be okay and they’ll believe you.”
    “Because I’m so widely loved and admired,” Sam said sarcastically.
    “It’s not a popularity contest, Sam. People love you when they need you, and then ten minutes later they’re tired of you. In a very short while they’re going to realize we’re very close to all dying of thirst. And there you’ll be with the solution.”
    “And they’ll love me. For ten minutes, until they’ve had enough to drink.”
    “Exactly,” Albert said. He stood up. “We have a deal?” He extended his hand down for Sam to shake.
    Sam stood up. “And the lake? I mean, if it’s there?”
    “If it’s there, it’s my lake,” Albert said coolly. “I’ll sell the water and control access. Maybe then we won’t end up in the same bind all over again.”
    Sam shook his hand and laughed out loud. “You are less full of crap than anyone around, Albert. If it’s there, I’ll find it. I’ll leave tonight.”
    He took the map. “You want someone to go with you?”
    “Dekka.” Sam thought a moment longer. “And Jack.”
    “You want Computer Jack? Why?”
    “It’s a good idea to have someone around who’s smarter than you are.”
    “I suppose so,” Albert said. “You need someone to communicate, too. Take Taylor.”
    “Not Taylor. I’ll take Brianna.”
    Albert shook his head. “You kissed her, get past it. We need someone in this town who can fight if necessary. I mean at the freak level, no diss on Edilio. Taylor’s useless in a battle of any kind, while Brianna can take on just about anyone.”
    Sam nodded. It made sense. If he wanted Dekka along he’d have to leave Brianna behind. But Taylor?
    Suddenly the trip, which he had started to anticipate just a little, seemed much less like fun.
    Lana disliked going into town. In town people asked her for things. But she needed a gallon of water to take back up to Clifftop anyway, so she figured she might as well stop by the so-called hospital and clear up the usual backlog of kids with broken arms, burned hands, and a rumored cut wrist.
    She wasn’t that sure she should be fixing anyone dumb enough to try and slit his wrist. After all, the FAYZ would kill you soon enough, why be in a hurry? And if you wanted a quick trip out of the FAYZ there was always Mary’s way: the cliff.
    Dahra Baidoo was reading her medical book and telling some kid with a sore tooth to be quiet. “It’s just loose, it will come out when it wants to come out,” she said irritably.
    She looked up with a weary smile when she noticed Lana.
    “Hey, Lana.”
    “Hey, DB,” Lana said. “How’s medical school?”
    It was an old joke between them. They had worked together closely in times of crisis. The flu that had gone around a couple of weeks ago, the various battles and fires and fights and poisonings and accidents.
    Dahra would hold the injured kids’ hands and feed them Tylenol while waiting for Lana to come around. The fire had been the worst. The two of them had been down here together for days, barely seeing the sun.
    Bad, bad days.
    Dahra laughed and tapped the book. “I’m ready to perform heart transplants.”
    “What do we have?” Lana asked. “I heard you had an uncommitted suicide.”
    “No suicides. Broken ribs. And a burn. Not too bad, and