Wastelands: Stories of the Apocalypse by Stephen King, George R. R. Martin, Cory Doctorow Read Free Book Online Page A

getting really somber now, really sad. It happened to a lot of people who remembered the old days. Like a disease that never got cured. But Deaver knew the cure. For Rain, anyway. "Is it true they used to kill people in
    there?"
    It worked. She glared at him and the languor left her body. "Is that what you truckers talk about all day?"
    Deaver grinned. "There's stories. Cuttin people up if they told where the gold was hid."
    "You know Mormons all over the place, now, Deaver, do you really think we'd go cuttin people up for tellin secrets?"
    "I don't know. Depends on the secrets, don't it?" He was sitting on his hands, kind of bouncing a little on the couch.
    He could see that she was a little mad for real, but didn't want to be. So she'd pretend to be mad for play. She sat up, reached for a pillow to throw at him.
    "No! No!" he cried. "Don't cut me up! Don't feed me to the carp!"
    The pillow hit him and he pretended elaborately to die.
    "Just don't joke about things like that," she said.
    "Things like what? You don't believe in the old stuff anymore. Nobody does." "Maybe not."
    "Jesus was supposed to come again, right? There was atom bombs dropped here and there, and he was supposed to come."
    "Prophet said we was too wicked. He wouldn't come cause we loved the things of the world too much."
    "Come on, if he was comin he would've come, right?"
    "Might still," she said.
    "Nobody believes that," said Deaver. "Mormons are just the government, that's all. The Bishop gets elected judge in every town, right? The president of the elders is always mayor, it's just the government, just politics, nobody believes it now. Zarahemla's the capital, not the holy city."
    He couldn't see her because he was lying flat on his back on the couch. When she didn't answer, he got up and looked for her. She was over by the sink, leaning on the counter. He snuck up behind her to tickle her, but something in her posture changed his mind. When he got close, he saw tears down her cheeks. It was crazy. All these people from the old days got crazy a lot.
    "I was just teasin," he said.
    She nodded.
    "It's just part of the old days. You know how I am about that. Maybe if I remembered, it'd be different. Sometimes I wish I remembered." But it was a lie. He never wished he remembered. He didn't like remembering. Most stuff he couldn't remember even if he wanted to. The earliest thing he could bring to mind was riding on the back of a horse, behind some man who sweated a lot, just riding and riding and riding. And then it was all recent stuff, going to school, getting passed around in people's homes, finally getting busy one year and finishing school and getting a job. He didn't get misty-eyed thinking about any of it, any of those places. Just passing through, that's all he was ever doing, never belonged anywhere until maybe now. He belonged here. "I'm sorry," he said.
    "It's fine," she said.
    "You still gonna take me there?"
    "I said I would, didn't I?"
    She sounded just annoyed enough that he knew it was OK to tease her again. "You don't think they'll have the Second Coming while we're there, do you? If you think so, I'll wear my tie."
    She smiled, then turned to face him and pushed him away. "Deaver, go to
    bed."
    "I'm gettin up at four-thirty, Rain, and then you're one girl who's gonna have fan."
    "I don't think the song was about early morning boat trips." She was doing the dishes when he left for his little room.

    Lehi was waiting at five-thirty, right on schedule. "I can't believe it," he said. "I thought you'd be late."
    "Good thing you were ready on time," said Deaver, "cause if you didn't come with us you wouldn't get a cut."
    "We aren't going to find any gold, Deaver Teague."
    "Then why're you comin with me? Don't give me that stuff, Lehi, you know the future's with Deaver Teague, and you don't want to be left behind. Where's the diving stuff?"
    "I didn't bring it home, Deaver. You don't think my mom'd ask questions then?"
    "She's always askin