The Taste of Fears<\/em><\/p>\n Somewhere in an American forest<\/p>\n The fellow across the fire gave Red the once-over, from the wild corkscrews of her hair peeking out from under her red hood to the small hand axe that rested on the ground beside her. His eyes darted from the dried blood on the blade\u2014just a shadow in the firelight\u2014to the backpack of supplies next to it and back to her face, which she made as bland as rice pudding.<\/p>\n Red knew very well what he was thinking, what he thought he would be able to do to her. Men like him were everywhere, before and after the world fell apart, and it didn\u2019t take any great perception to see what was in their eyes. No doubt he\u2019d raped and murdered and thieved plenty since the Crisis (she always thought of it that way, with a capital letter) began. He\u2019d hurt those he thought were weak or that he took by surprise, and he\u2019d survived because of it.<\/p>\n Lots of people thought that because she was a woman with a prosthetic leg it would be easy to take advantage of her\u2014that she would be slow, or incapable. Lots of people found out they were wrong. Someone had found out just a short while before\u2014hence the still-bloody axe that kept drawing the attention of the stranger who\u2019d come to her fire without invitation.<\/p>\n She should have cleaned the blade, though not because she was worried about scaring him. She should have done it because it was her only defense besides her brain, and she ought to take better care of it.<\/p>\n He\u2019d swaggered out of the trees and into the clearing, all \u201chey-little-lady-don\u2019t-you-want-some-company.\u201d He had remarked on the cold night and how nice her fire looked. His hair was bristle-brush stiff and close to the scalp, like he\u2019d shaved it to the skin once, but it was growing out now. Had he shaved it because he\u2019d been a soldier? If he had been, he was likely a deserter now. He was skinny in a ropy muscled way, and put her in mind of a coyote. A hungry coyote.<\/p>\n He didn\u2019t look sick; that was the main thing. Of course nobody looked<\/span> sick when they first caught it, but pretty soon after they would be coughing and their eyes would be red from all the burst blood vessels and a few days after the Cough started, well\u00a0.\u00a0.\u00a0. it was deceptively mild at first, that cough, just a dry throat that didn\u2019t seem to go away and then it suddenly was much more, a mild skirmish that turned into a world war without your noticing.<\/p>\n It didn\u2019t escape Red\u2019s notice that underneath his raggedy field coat there was a bulge at his hip. She wondered, in a vaguely interested sort of way, if he actually knew how to use the gun or if he just enjoyed pretending he was a man while flashing it around.<\/p>\n She waited. She wasn\u2019t under any obligation to be polite to someone who thought she was his next victim. He hadn\u2019t introduced himself, although he had put his hands near the fire she\u2019d so painstakingly built.<\/p>\n \u201cAre you\u00a0.\u00a0.\u00a0. ?\u201d he began, his eyes darting over her again. His gaze paused for a moment when he saw the gleam of metal at her left ankle, visible just beneath the roll of her pants.<\/p>\n \u201cAm I what?\u201d she asked. Her tone did not encourage further conversation.<\/p>\n He hesitated, seemingly thinking better of it, then gestured at his face. \u201cYour eyes are light, but your skin is brown. You look like you\u2019re half-and-half.\u201d<\/p>\n She gave him her blandest glance yet, her face no more expressive than a slice of Wonder Bread.<\/p>\n \u201cHalf-and-half?\u201d she said, pretending not to understand.<\/p>\n Red had that indeterminate mixed-race look that made white people nervous, because they didn\u2019t know what box to put her in. She might be half African or Middle Eastern. She might be a Latina or maybe she was just a really dark Italian. Her eyes were an inheritance from her father, a kind of greenish blue, and that always caused further confusion.<\/p>\n Their eyes always flicked up to her hair, looking for clues, but she had big fat curls that could have come from anybody. She was used to speculative glances and stupid questions, having dealt with a lifetime of them, but it always surprised her (it shouldn\u2019t have, but it did) how many people still cared about that dumb shit when the world was coming to an end.<\/p>\n \u201cI was just wondering what\u2014\u201d he said.<\/p>\n \u201cWhere I come from it\u2019s not polite to start asking people about their folk before you\u2019re even introduced.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cRight,\u201d he said. The intruder had lost some of the swagger he\u2019d had coming into the clearing in the first place.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat are you doing out here on your own? I thought everyone was supposed to go to the nearest quarantine camp,\u201d he finally said, choosing not to introduce himself despite her admonishment.<\/p>\n They were not going to be friends, then. Red did not feel sad about this.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat are you<\/span> doing out here on your own?\u201d she answered.<\/p>\n \u201cRight,\u201d he said, shuffling his feet. His eyes darted in all directions, a sure sign that a lie was on offer. \u201cI lost my friends in the dark. There were soldiers and we got separated.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cSoldiers?\u201d she asked, sharper than she intended. \u201cA foot patrol?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHow many soldiers?\u201d<\/p>\n He shrugged. \u201cI dunno. A bunch. It was dark, and we didn\u2019t want to go to the camp. Same as you.\u201d<\/p>\n Don\u2019t try to act like we have something in common.<\/span> \u201cDid you come from the highway? Do you know which way they were headed? Did they follow you?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo, I got away clean. Didn\u2019t hear any of them behind me.\u201d<\/p>\n This sounded like something he\u2019d made up to explain the fact that he was alone in the woods with no supplies and no companions and sniffing around her fire looking for something he didn\u2019t have.<\/p>\n Red sincerely hoped he was as full of shit as he seemed, because she was not interested in encountering any soldiers. The government wanted everyone rounded up and quarantined (\u201cto safely prevent the further spread of the disease\u201d\u2014Red had snorted when she heard that announcement because the fastest way to spread disease is to put a whole bunch of people in tight quarters and those government doctors ought to know better) and she didn\u2019t have time for their quarantine. She had to get to her grandmother, and she still had a very long way to go.<\/p>\n Red had passed near a highway earlier in the day. The experience filled her with anxiety since soldiers (and people generally) were more likely to be near highways and roadways and towns. She hadn\u2019t encountered a patrol there, but she\u2019d had a small\u00a0.\u00a0.\u00a0. conflict\u00a0.\u00a0.\u00a0. with a group of three ordinary people about two or three miles into the woods past the road. Since then she\u2019d tried to make tracks as fast as possible away from anywhere that might be populated. Red wasn\u2019t interested in joining up with a group.<\/p>\n She hadn\u2019t asked the coyote to sit down and join her, and it was clear he didn\u2019t know what to do with himself. Red could see the shape of what he figured would happen on his face.<\/p>\n He\u2019d thought she would be polite, that she would offer to share her space with him. He\u2019d thought she would trust him, because she was alone and he was alone and of course people were pack animals and would naturally want to herd together. Then when her guard was down or maybe when she\u2019d fallen asleep, he\u2019d take what he wanted from her and leave. She was not following his script, and he didn\u2019t know how to improvise.<\/p>\n Well, Red\u2019s mother hadn\u2019t raised a fool, and she wasn\u2019t about to invite a coyote to sit down to dinner with her. She stirred the stew over the fire and determined that it was finished heating.<\/p>\n \u201cThat smells good,\u201d he said hopefully.<\/p>\n \u201cSure does,\u201d Red replied. She pulled the pot off the fire and poured some of the stew into her camp bowl.<\/p>\n \u201cI haven\u2019t eaten a darn thing since yesterday,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n Red moved the bowl into her lap and spooned a tiny bit of stew, just a mouse bite, into her mouth. It was too soon to eat it and hot, far too hot, and it scorched her tongue. She wasn\u2019t going to be able to taste anything for a couple of hours after that, but she didn\u2019t show it. She only looked at him, and waited for whatever it was that he was going to do.<\/p>\n He narrowed his eyes then, and she glimpsed the predator he\u2019d tried to disguise under a charm mask.<\/p>\n \u201cWhere I come from it\u2019s polite to share if you\u2019ve got food and someone else doesn\u2019t,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n \u201cYou don\u2019t say.\u201d<\/p>\n She spooned up some more stew, never taking her eyes from him. She was going to lose what was in the pot in a minute when he charged at her, and she was sorry for it, for she was hungry and it wasn\u2019t easy to carry those cans of stew around.<\/p>\n He pulled out the gun then, the one he\u2019d been pretending not to finger the whole time.<\/p>\n \u201cGive me what\u2019s in your bag, bitch,\u201d he snarled, his lips pulling back from his teeth.<\/p>\n Red calmly put the bowl in her lap to one side. \u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cGive it to me or I\u2019ll shoot you,\u201d he said, waving the gun in her general direction.<\/p>\n He thought he was being menacing, and it made her snort. He looked like a cartoon villain in a movie, a mangy excuse for a badass\u2014the kind that threaten the hero when he walks through an alley and get thrashed for their trouble. She wasn\u2019t dumb enough to think that he couldn\u2019t hurt her, though. Even an idiot with a gun was dangerous.<\/p>\n \u201cAre you laughing at me?\u201d His face twisted in fury as he stepped closer.<\/p>\n He was coming around the side where she\u2019d rested the pot, as she\u2019d expected. He was afraid of the axe, though he didn\u2019t want to acknowledge it, so he was giving the bloodied blade a wide berth. That was fine by Red.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat\u2019s the matter, bitch? Scared?\u201d he cooed. He mistook her silence for fear, apparently.<\/p>\n She waited, patient as a fisherman on a summer\u2019s day, until he was within arm\u2019s length. Then she grabbed the pot handle and stood as fast as she could, using her real leg and her free arm for force to push upward and tapping her other leg down only for balance once she was on her feet.<\/p>\n The trouble with the prosthetic was that it didn\u2019t spring<\/span>\u2014Red didn\u2019t have a fancy blade that could perform feats of athleticism\u2014but she\u2019d figured out how to compensate using her other leg. She needed to prevent the coyote from killing her for her food.<\/p>\n Her sudden movement arrested him, his gaze flying to the axe that he\u2019d expected her to grab. Red could have, she supposed, stayed right where she was on the ground and embedded the blade in his thigh, but that might have resulted in a protracted struggle and she didn\u2019t want a struggle.<\/p>\n The goal was not<\/span> to have a fancy movie fistfight that looked good from every angle. She wanted him down. She wanted him done. She wanted him unable to grab her.<\/p>\n Red flung the rest of the boiling stew in his face.<\/p>\n The intruder screamed, dropped his gun, and clawed at his skin. It blistered and bubbled, and she noticed she\u2019d managed to hit one of his eyes. She didn\u2019t want to think about how horrible that felt because it looked like something awful. Red forced down the gorge that threatened at the smell of his burning flesh. She grabbed up the axe then and swung it into his stomach.<\/p>\n All the soft organs under his shirt gave away\u2014she felt them squishing beneath the pressure of the blade, and hot blood spurted over her hands and then there was an even worse smell: the smell of what was supposed to be inside your body coming out, and she did cough then, felt the little mouse bite of her dinner coming back up mixed in with bile. It stopped her throat and made her whole body heave.<\/p>\n But Red wasn\u2019t about to let him get up again and come after her and so she pulled the axe straight across his torso before yanking it out. It made a squelching, sucking sound as it emerged. Red wasn\u2019t accustomed to that sound yet. No matter how many times she used the axe it made her skin crawl.<\/p>\n The man (for that was all he was after all, just a man, not a coyote, not a hunter) fell toward her and she backed away as quick as she could, no fancy acrobatics involved. Red was not some movie superhero any more than the man was a movie villain. She was just a woman trying not to get killed in a world that didn\u2019t look anything like the one she\u2019d grown up in, the one that had been perfectly sane and normal and boring until three months ago.<\/p>\n The man fell to the ground, and the blood seeped from the wound in his stomach. He didn\u2019t make any noise or twitch or anything dramatic like that, because he\u2019d likely passed out once his brain was overwhelmed by the pain from his burn and the pain from the axe. He might live\u2014unlikely<\/span>, Red thought, but he might<\/span>. He might die, and she was sorry not that she\u2019d done it but that she had to do it.<\/p>\n Red didn\u2019t like to think of herself as a killer, but she wasn\u2019t about to let herself get eaten up just because she was a woman alone in the woods.<\/p>\n U.S. edition published by Berkley Publishing<\/a>, an imprint of Penguin Random House<\/p>\n To add THE GIRL IN RED to your Goodreads list click here<\/a><\/p>\n Preorder the U.S. edition of THE GIRL IN RED from your favorite bookseller:<\/p>\n Amazon<\/a><\/p>\n Anderson’s Bookshops<\/a><\/p>\n Barnes & Noble<\/a><\/p>\n The Book Cellar<\/a><\/p>\n Bookmarks<\/a><\/p>\n Books-A-Million<\/a><\/p>\n Indiebound<\/a><\/p>\n Kobo<\/a><\/p>\n Mysterious Galaxy<\/a><\/p>\n Powells<\/a><\/p>\n Unabridged Bookstore<\/a><\/p>\n Volumes <\/a><\/p>\n Women and Children First<\/a><\/p>\n U.K. edition published by Titan Books<\/a><\/p>\n Preorder from your favorite bookseller:<\/p>\n Amazon U.K.<\/a><\/p>\n Waterstones<\/a><\/p>\n Foyles<\/a><\/p>\n Forbidden Planet<\/a><\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I can’t believe it’s 2019 already! 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