[科幻]宿主-第83章

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　The　days　that　followed—perhaps　a　week　of　them；　it　was　impossible　to　keep　track—were　very　quiet。　
Jared　was　like　a　silent　wall　between　me　and　everything　else　in　the　world；　good　or　bad。　There　was　no　
sound　but　that　of　my　own　breathing；　my　own　movements；　there　were　no　sights　but　the　black　cave　around　
me；　the　circle　of　dull　light；　the　familiar　tray　with　the　same　rations；　the　brief；　stolen　glimpses　of　Jared；　there　
were　no　touches　but　the　pitted　rocks　against　my　skin；　there　were　no　tastes　but　the　bitter　water；　the　hard　
bread；　the　bland　soup；　the　woody　roots；　over　and　over　again。

　It　was　a　very　strange　bination：　constant　terror；　persistent　aching　physical　disfort；　and　
excruciating　monotony。　Of　the　three；　the　killer　boredom　was　the　hardest　to　take。　My　prison　was　a　
sensory…deprivation　chamber。

　Together；　Melanie　and　I　worried　that　we　were　going　to　go　mad。

　We　both　hear　a　voice　in　our　head；she　pointed　out。That’s　never　a　good　sign。

　We’re　going　to　forget　how　to　speak；I　worried。How　long　has　it　been　since　anyone　talked　to　us？

　Four　days　ago　you　thanked　Jeb　for　bringing　us　food；　and　he　said　you　were　wele。　Well；　I　think　
it　was　four　days　ago。　Four　long　sleeps　ago；　at　least。She　seemed　to　sigh。Stop　chewing　your　nails—it　
took　me　years　to　break　that　habit。

　But　the　long；　scratchy　nails　bothered　me。I　don’t　really　think　we　need　to　worry　about　bad　habits　in　
the　long　term。

　Jared　didn’t　let　Jeb　bring　food　again。　Instead；　someone　brought　it　to　the　end　of　the　hall　and　Jared　
retrieved　it。　I　got　the　same　thing—bread；　soup；　and　vegetables—twice　every　day。　Sometimes　there　were　
extra　things　for　Jared；　packaged　foods　with　brand　names　I　recognized—Red　Vines；　Snickers；　
Pop…Tarts。　I　tried　to　imagine　how　the　humans　had　gotten　their　hands　on　these　delicacies。

　I　didn’t　expect　him　to　share—of　course　not—but　I　wondered　sometimes　if　he　thought　I　was　hoping　he　
would。　One　of　my　few　entertainments　was　hearing　him　eat　his　treats；　because　he　always　did　so　
ostentatiously；　perhaps　rubbing　it　in　the　way　he　had　with　the　pillow　that　first　night。

　Once；　Jared　slowly　ripped　open　a　bag　of　Cheetos—showy　about　it　as　usual—and　the　rich　smell　of　fake　
powdered　cheese　rolled　through　my　cave…　delicious；　irresistible。　He　ate　one　slowly；　letting　me　hear　each　
distinct　crunch。

　My　stomach　growled　loudly；　and　I　laughed　at　myself。　I　hadn’t　laughed　in　so　long；　I　tried　to　remember　the　
last　time　and　couldn’t—just　that　strange　bout　of　macabre　hysteria　in　the　desert；　which　really　didn’t　count　

　

　But　this　seemed　hilarious　to　me　for　some　reason—my　stomach　yearning　after　that　one　small　
Cheeto—and　I　laughed　again。　A　sign　of　madness；　surely。

　I　didn’t　know　how　my　reaction　offended　him；　but　he　got　up　and　disappeared。　After　a　long　moment；　I　
could　hear　him　eating　the　Cheetos　again；　but　from　farther　away。　I　peeked　out　of　the　hole　to　see　that　he　
was　sitting　in　the　shadows　at　the　end　of　the　corridor；　his　back　to　me。　I　pulled　my　head　inside；　afraid　he　
might　turn　and　catch　me　watching。　From　then　on；　he　stayed　down　at　that　end　of　the　hall　as　much　as　
possible。　Only　at　night　did　he　stretch　out　in　front　of　my　prison。

　Twice　a　day—or　rather　twice　a　night；　as　he　never　took　me　when　the　others　were　about—I　got　to　walk　
to　the　room　with　the　rivers；　it　was　a　highlight；　despite　the　terror；　as　it　was　the　only　time　I　was　not　hunched　
into　the　unnatural　shapes　my　small　cave　forced　on　me。　Each　time　I　had　to　crawl　back　inside　was　harder　

than　the　last。

　Three　times　that　week；　always　during　the　sleeping　hours；　someone　came　to　check　on　us。

　The　first　time　it　was　Kyle。

　Jared’s　sudden　lunge　to　his　feet　woke　me。　“Get　out　of　here；”　he　warned；　holding　the　gun　ready。

　“Just　checking；”　Kyle　said。　His　voice　was　far　away　but　loud　and　rough　enough　that　I　was　sure　it　was　not　

his　brother。　“Someday　you　might　not　be　here。　Someday　you　might　sleep　too　soundly。”

　Jared’s　only　answer　was　to　cock　the　gun。

　I　heard　Kyle’s　laughter　trailing　behind　him　as　he　left。

　The　other　two　times　I　didn’t　know　who　it　was。　Kyle　again；　or　maybe　Ian；　or　maybe　someone　whose　
name　I　hadn’t　learned。　All　I　knew　was　that　twice　more　I　was　woken　by　Jared　jumping　to　his　feet　with　the　
gun　pointed　at　the　intruder。　No　more　words　were　spoken。　Whoever　wasjust　checking　didn’t　bother　to　
make　conversation。　When　they　were　gone；　Jared　went　back　to　sleep　quickly。　It　took　me　longer　to　quiet　
my　heart。

　The　fourth　time　was　something　new。

　I　was　not　quite　asleep　when　Jared　started　awake；　rolling　to　his　knees　in　a　swift　movement。　He　came　up　
with　the　gun　in　his　hands　and　a　curse　on　his　lips。

　“Easy；”　a　voice　murmured　from　the　distance。　“I　e　in　peace。”

　“Whatever　you’re　selling；　I’m　not　buying；”　Jared　growled。

　“I　just　want　to　talk。”　The　voice　came　closer。　“You’re　buried　down　here；　missing　the　important　

discussions。…　We　miss　your　take　on　things。”

　“I’m　sure；”　Jared　said　sarcastically。

　“Oh；　put　the　gun　down。　If　I　was　planning　to　fight　you；　I　would　have　e　with　four　guys　this　time。”　

　

　My　neck　ached；　seeming　to　prehend　that　the　hands　that　had　crushed　and　bruised　it　were　very　close　
by。

　“He’s　still　fuming　about　his　nose；”　Ian　said。　“Oh；　well—it’s　not　the　first　time　it’s　been　broken。　I’ll　tell　him　
you　said　you　were　sorry。”

　“I’m　not。”

　“I　know。　No　one　is　ever　sorry　for　hitting　Kyle。”

　They　laughed　quietly　together；　there　was　a　sense　of　camaraderie　in　their　amusement　that　seemed　wildly　
out　of　place　while　Jared　held　a　gun　loosely　pointed　in　Ian’s　direction。　But　then；　the　bonds　that　were　
forged　in　this　desperate　place　must　have　been　very　strong。　Thicker　than　blood。

　Ian　sat　down　on　the　mat　next　to　Jared。　I　could　see　his　profile　in　silhouette；　a　black　shape　against　the　blue　
light。　I　noticed　that　his　nose　was　perfect—straight；　aquiline；　the　kind　of　nose　that　I’d　seen　in　pictures　of　
famous　sculptures。　Did　that　mean　that　others　found　him　more　bearable　than　the　brother　whose　nose　was　
often　broken？　Or　that　he　was　better　at　ducking？

　“So　what　do　you　want；　Ian？　Not　just　an　apology　for　Kyle；　I　imagine。”

　“Did　Jeb　tell　you？”

　“I　don’t　know　what　you’re　talking　about。”

　“They’ve　given　up　the　search。　Even　the　Seekers。”

　Jared　didn’t　ment；　but　I　could　feel　the　sudden　tension　in　the　air　around　him。

　“We’ve　been　keeping　a　close　watch　for　some　change；　but　they　never　seemed　overly　anxious。　The　search　
never　strayed　from　the　area　where　we　abandoned　the　car；　and　for　the　past　few　days　they　were　clearly　
looking　for　a　body　rather　than　a　survivor。　Then　two　nights　ago　we　caught　a　lucky　break—the　search　
party　left　some　trash　in　the　open；　and　a　pack　of　coyotes　raided　their　base　camp。　One　ofthem　was　
ing　back　late　and　surprised　the　animals。　The　coyotes　attacked　and　dragged　the　Seeker　a　good　
hundred　yards　into　the　desert　before　the　rest　of　them　heard　its　screams　and　came　to　the　rescue。　The　
other　Seekers　were　armed；　of　course。　They　scared　the　coyotes　off　easily；　and　the　victim　wasn’t　seriously　
hurt；　but　the　event　seems　to　have　answered　any　questions　they　might　have　had　about　what　happened　to　
our　guest　here。”

　I　wondere