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one-traffic-light town.”
    “How?”
    “The mothership. In four days, one big swing around the planet, dropping the bombs as she goes. Unless Walker can blow up the ship before it happens, and I don’t put a lot of faith in that.”
    “Why?”
    “Because I don’t put a lot of faith in Walker.”
    “I still don’t get it, Zombie. Why’d they wait till now to start dropping bombs?”
    Every part of him is shaking, including his voice. He’s losing it. I put my hands on his shoulders and force him to look at me. “I told you. They’re pulling out the Silencers. Sending down pods for every last infested one of them, except for handlers like Vosch. Once they’ve been evac’ed and the cities are gone, there’s no place for survivors to hide, making it a turkey shoot for the poor bastards they brainwashed into finishing the job: the 5th Wave. Get it?”
    He wags his head from side to side. “It don’t matter. I go where you go, Sarge.”
    A shadow moves behind him. A damned Nugget-shaped shadow. I took too long.
    “Zombie?”
    “Okay.” I sigh. “Dumbo, give us a second.”
    He leaves the kitchen with a single, muttered word:
Dubuque!
Then there’s just me and Nugget. I didn’t want this, but you can’trun from anything, not really. It’s all a circle; Ringer tried to tell me that. No matter how far or fast you run, sooner or later you’re back where you started. I got mad when Sullivan threw my sister up in my face, but we both knew she was right. Sissy was dead; Sissy would never die. I’m forever reaching for her. She’s forever falling away, the silver chain breaking off in my hand.
    “Where are Privates Teacup and Ringer?” I ask him.
    His freshly scrubbed face is lifted up to mine. He pooches out his lower lip. “I don’t know.”
    “Neither do I. So me and Dumbo are gonna find out.”
    “I’m coming with you.”
    “That’s a negative, Private. I need you to watch your sister.”
    “She doesn’t need me. She has
him.
”
    I don’t try to argue with that. He’s too sharp for me to win. “Well, I’m putting you in charge of Megan.”
    “You said we weren’t splitting up. You said no matter what.”
    I take a knee in front of him. His eyes shine with tears, but he isn’t crying. He’s a tough little son of a bitch, way older than his years.
    “I’ll only be gone a couple of days.”
Déjà vu
: practically the same thing Ringer said before she left.
    “Promise?”
    And that was practically what I said back to her. Ringer didn’t promise; she knew better. Me, I’m not that smart. “Have I broken one yet?” I take his hand, peel back his fingers, and press Sissy’s locket into his palm. “Hold on to this,” I order him.
    “What is it?” Staring at the metal glittering in his hand.
    “Part of the chain.”
    “What chain?”
    “The chain that holds it all together.”
    He shakes his head, mystified.
    He isn’t the only one. I have no clue what just came out of my mouth, what it means, or why I said it. That cheap piece of costume jewelry—I thought I kept it out of guilt and shame, to remind myself of my failure, of all the things that had been ripped away, but maybe there’s another reason, a reason I can’t put into words because I don’t have the words for it. Maybe there aren’t any.

9
    HE TRAILS AFTER me into the family room.
    “Ben, you haven’t thought this through,” Walker says. He’s where I left him, standing by the front door.
    I ignore him. “They’re either at the caverns or they’re not,” I tell Sullivan, who’s hugging herself beside the fireplace. “If they are, we’ll bring them back. If they aren’t, we won’t.”
    “We’ve been holed up here for six weeks,” Walker points out. “Under any other circumstance, we’d be dead. The only reason we aren’t dead is because we neutralized the agent who patrolled this sector.”
    “Grace,” Cassie translates for me. “To get to the caverns, you’ll have to cross through