Fallout Read Free

chocolate pudding.
    My queasiness leaped up a notch; intentionally opening a garage door seemed to imply a greater degree of juvenile delinquency than merely wandering in. I reached behind my ear and took hold of a few more hairs. “You mean, open the garage door?”
    â€œNo, Scott, I’m going to walk right through it like that scientist in
4D Man.
”
    â€œNothing can stop him,” Freak O’ Nature said in a deep ominous voice, quoting from the TV commercial currently promoting the movie. “A man in the fourth dimension is in . . . de . . . struc . . . ti . . . ble.”
    By now my reluctance had risen to the level of near-paralysis. “You sure about this?”
    â€œWhat’s the big deal?” Ronnie asked impatiently. “The Lewandowskis are our neighbors. We share stuff all the time.”
    â€œBut we ask first,” I said.
    â€œIf they were here, I’d ask.” Ronnie took a few steps up the driveway, then stopped and looked back at us. “You guys aren’t
chicken,
are you?”

Leaving a smudged trail of blood on the concrete floor, Dad and Janet get Mom to a bunk. Ronnie and Mr. Shaw, in their pajamas, stumble into the shelter and look around. Mrs. Shaw, in a pink bathrobe, arrives next. From around the shield wall come shouts of people urging each other to hurry and go down.
    Dad spins to face Mr. Shaw. “We’re all going to die,” he growls as Paula comes in with tears running down her face. “There’re already too many. There won’t be enough food or water for all of us.”
    Mr. Shaw and my father face each other for an instant, then march back around the shield wall. Meanwhile Sparky’s still holding on to me, and I can’t stop looking at Mom, now cradled in Janet’s arms, and wishing she’d move. Ronnie and Paula also stare. Mrs. Shaw pulls both of them to her.
    On the other side of the shield wall, Dad and Mr. Shaw shout that there are too many people. Loud grunts and curses follow, as if there’s a fight. A man shouts, “My daughter’s in there!” In the shelter, Paula cries out, “Daddy!” Her sobs grow louder, and Mrs. Shaw hugs her and says it’s going to be okay. But that can’t be true. There’s a nuclear war and Mom’s bleeding and too many people are already in the shelter and more are trying to get in.
    The fighting and yelling grow louder. Sparky’s grip on me tightens as he pleads, “Make it stop!”
    Mr. McGovern staggers around the shield wall with a long red scratch across his cheek. Paula breaks away from Mrs. Shaw, but before she gets to him, there’s a sudden bright flash of light as if someone on the other side of the shield wall took a photograph.
    A woman’s scream pierces the air.
    The bulb in the ceiling goes out.
    Everything turns dark.
    The sirens in the distance stop.
    â€œWhat happened?” Sparky asks anxiously in the inky void.
    Clang!
On the other side of the shield wall, the trapdoor slams shut, and I hear a clank as if a bolt has been thrown.
    It is pitch-black in the shelter.
    The momentary silence is broken by Paula’s sobs, then into the darkness come ragged breaths — Dad’s and Mr. Shaw’s. From around the shield wall come thuds of fists drumming against the trapdoor. A muffled female voice cries hysterically, “Richard! Richard!”
    It’s horrible. I cover my ears, but it doesn’t help. More thuds and frantic begging join in. “Please!” “For the love of God!” “Don’t let us die!”
    â€œI’m scared!” Sparky wails. In the blackness, his sobs join Paula’s.
    â€œDon’t listen,” Mrs. Shaw gasps, as if such a thing might be possible.
    Despite the panicked shouts coming from the other side of the trapdoor, there is a strange stillness in the shelter.
    â€œScott?” Dad says somberly somewhere in the dark.
    â€œDad?”