Tally1 squinted2 in the dawn light, eyes scanning the skyfor a fleet of hovercars suddenly rising above the trees. Butthey hadn’t heard any sound of a search all night. Maybenow that the Smoke was destroyed, catching3 the last fewrunaways wasn’t worth the trouble.
David’s hoverboard had spent the night hidden in thecave, and hadn’t had any sunlight for a whole day now, butit had just enough charge to get them back up the mountain.
They rode to the river. Tally’s stomach rumbled4 after awhole day without food, but the first thing she needed waswater. Her mouth was so dry, she could hardly talk.
David knelt at the bank and dipped his head under theicy water. Tally shivered at the sight. Without a blanket orshoes, she’d frozen in the cave all night long, even huddledin David’s arms. She needed warm food in her before shecould face anything colder than the morning breeze.
“What if the Smoke’s still occupied?” she asked. “Wherewill we get food?”
“You said they put prisoners in the rabbit pen? Where’dthe rabbits go?”
“All over.”
“Exactly. They should be everywhere by now. And theyaren’t hard to catch.”
She grimaced5. “Well, okay. As long as we cook them.”
David laughed. “Of course.”
“I’ve never actually started a fire,” she admitted.
“Don’t worry. You’re a natural.” He stepped onto hisboard and held out his hand.
Riding double was something Tally had never donebefore, and she found herself glad she was with David andnot just anyone. She stood in front of him, bodies touching,her arms out, his hands around her waist. They negotiatedthe turns without words, Tally shifting her weight gradually,waiting for David to follow her lead. As they slowly got thehang of it, their bodies began to move together, threadingthe board down the familiar path as one.
It worked, as long as they went slowly, but Tally kepther ears open for sounds of pursuit. If a hovercar appeared,a full-speed escape was going to be tricky6.
They smelled the Smoke long before they saw it.
From high up the mountain, the buildings had the look ofa burned-out campfire, smoking, crumbling7, blackenedthrough and through. Nothing moved in the compound,except a few pieces of paper stirred by the wind.
326 Scott Westerfeld“Looks like it burned all night,” Tally said.
David nodded, speechless. Tally grasped his hand,wondering what it was like to see your childhood homereduced to a smoking ruin.
“I’m so sorry, David,” she said.
“We have to go down. I need to see if my parents . . .”
He swallowed the words.
Tally searched for signs of anyone remaining in theSmoke. It seemed entirely8 deserted9, but there might be afew Specials in hiding, waiting for stragglers to reappear.
“We should wait.”
“I can’t. My parents’ house is on the other side of theridge. Maybe the Specials didn’t see it.”
“If they missed it, Maddy and Az will still be there.”
“But what if they ran?”
“Then we’ll find them. In the meantime, let’s not getcaught ourselves.”
David sighed. “All right.”
Tally held his hand tight. They unfolded the hoverboardand waited as the sun climbed, watching for anysign of a human being below. Occasionally, the embersof the fires flared11 to life in the breeze, the last standingcolumns of wood collapsing12 one by one, crumblinginto ash.
A few animals rummaged13 for food, and Tally watchedin silent horror as a stray rabbit was taken by a wolf, theshort struggle leaving only a patch of blood and fur. ThisUGLIES 327was what was left of nature, raw and wild, only hours afterthe Smoke had fallen.
“Ready to go down?” David asked after an hour.
“No,” Tally said. “But I never will be.”
They approached slowly, ready to turn and fly if anySpecials appeared. But when they reached the edge of town,Tally felt her anxiety turn to something worse: a horriblecertainty that no one remained there.
Her home was gone, replaced by nothing but charredwreckage.
At the rabbit pen, footprints showed where groups ofSmokies had been moved in and out through the gates, awhole community turned into cattle. A few rabbits stillhopped around on the dirt.
“Well, at least we won’t starve,” David said.
“I guess not,” Tally said, although the sight of theSmoke had stilled her hunger. She wondered how Davidalways managed to think practical thoughts, no matterwhat horrors were in front of him. “Hey, what’s that?”
At one corner of the pen, just outside the fence, clustersof little shapes lay on the ground.
They edged the board closer, David squinting15 througha drifting wall of smoke. “It looks like . . . shoes.”
Tally blinked. He was right. She lowered the board andjumped off, running to the spot.
Tally looked around in amazement16. Around her were328 Scott Westerfeldscattered twenty or so pairs of shoes, in all sizes. She fell toher knees to look closer. The laces were still tied, as if theshoes had been kicked off by people whose hands werebound behind them. . . .
“Croy recognized me,” she murmured.
“What?”
Tally turned to David. “When I escaped, I flew rightover the pen. Croy must have seen it was me. He knew Ididn’t have shoes. We joked about it.”
She imagined the Smokies, helplessly awaiting theirfate, making one last gesture of defiance17. Croy would havekicked his own shoes off, then whispered to whomever hecould: “Tally’s free, and barefoot.” They’d left her with ascore of pairs to pick from, the only way they could helpthe one Smokey they’d seen escape.
“They knew I’d come back here.” Her voice faltered18.
What they didn’t know was who had betrayed them.
She picked a pair that looked about the right size,with grippy soles for hoverboarding, and pulled them on.
They fit, even better than the ones the rangers19 had givenher.
Jumping back on the board, Tally had to hide thepained expression on her face. This is what it would be likefrom now on. Every gesture of kindness from her victimswould only make her feel worse. “Okay, let’s go.”
The hoverpath wound through the smoking camp, overwhat streets remained between the charred14 ruins. BesideUGLIES 329a long building, now little more than a ridge10 of blackenedrubble, David pulled the board to a halt.
“I was afraid of this.”
Tally tried to picture what had stood there. Her knowledgeof the Smoke had evaporated, the familiar streetsreduced to an unrecognizable sprawl20 of ash and embers.
Then she saw a few blackened pages fluttering in thewind. The library.
“They didn’t take the books out before they . . . ,” shecried. “But why?”
“They don’t want people to know what it was likebefore the operation. They want to keep you hating yourselves.
Otherwise, it’s too easy to get used to ugly faces, normalfaces.”
Tally turned around to look into David’s eyes. “Some ofthem, anyway.”
He smiled sadly.
Then a thought crossed her mind. “The Boss was runningaway with some old magazines. Maybe he escaped.”
“On foot?” David sounded dubious21.
“I hope so.” She leaned, and the board slid toward theedge of town.
A blotch22 of pepper still marked the ground where shehad fought the Special. Tally jumped off, trying to rememberexactly where the Boss had escaped into the forest.
“If he got away, he must be long gone,” David said.
Tally pushed her way into the brush, looking for signs330 Scott Westerfeldof a struggle. The morning sun was streaming through theleaves, and a trail of broken bushes cut into the forest. TheBoss had been none too graceful23, leaving a path like acharging elephant.
She found the duffel bag half-hidden, shoved under amoss-covered fallen tree. Zipping it open, Tally saw that themagazines were still there, each one lovingly wrapped in itsown plastic cover. She slung24 the bag over her shoulder, gladto have salvaged25 something from the library, a small victoryover Dr. Cable.
A moment later, she found the Boss.
He lay on his back, his head turned at an angle thatTally instantly knew was utterly26 wrong. His fingers wereclenched, the nails bloody27 from clawing at someone. Hemust have fought to distract them, maybe to keep themfrom finding the duffel bag. Or maybe for Tally’s sake, havingseen that she’d reached the forest too.
She remembered what the Specials had said to hermore than once: We don’t want to hurt you, but we will if wehave to.
They’d been serious. They always were.
She stumbled back out of the forest, stunned28, the bagstill hanging from her shoulder.
“You found something?” David asked.
She didn’t answer.
He saw the expression on her face and jumped downfrom the board. “What happened?”
UGLIES 331“They caught him. They killed him.”
David looked at her, his mouth open. He took a slowbreath. “Come on, Tally. We have to go.”
She blinked. The sunlight seemed wrong, twisted outof shape, like the Boss’s neck. As if the world had becomehorribly distorted while she was among the trees. “Where?”
she murmured.
“We have to go to my parents’ house.”
点击
收听单词发音
收听单词发音 |
1
tally
|
|
| n.计数器，记分，一致，测量；vt.计算，记录，使一致；vi.计算，记分，一致 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
2
squinted
|
|
| 斜视( squint的过去式和过去分词 )； 眯着眼睛； 瞟； 从小孔或缝隙里看 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
3
catching
|
|
| adj.易传染的，有魅力的，迷人的，接住 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
4
rumbled
|
|
| 发出隆隆声，发出辘辘声( rumble的过去式和过去分词 )； 轰鸣着缓慢行进； 发现…的真相； 看穿（阴谋） | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
5
grimaced
|
|
| v.扮鬼相，做鬼脸( grimace的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
6
tricky
|
|
| adj.狡猾的，奸诈的；(工作等)棘手的，微妙的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
7
crumbling
|
|
| adj.摇摇欲坠的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
8
entirely
|
|
| ad.全部地，完整地；完全地，彻底地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
9
deserted
|
|
| adj.荒芜的，荒废的，无人的，被遗弃的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
10
ridge
|
|
| n.山脊；鼻梁；分水岭 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
11
Flared
|
|
| adj. 端部张开的, 爆发的, 加宽的, 漏斗式的 动词flare的过去式和过去分词 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
12
collapsing
|
|
| 压扁[平]，毁坏，断裂 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
13
rummaged
|
|
| 翻找，搜寻( rummage的过去式和过去分词 )； 已经海关检查 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
14
charred
|
|
| v.把…烧成炭( char的过去式)；烧焦 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
15
squinting
|
|
| 斜视( squint的现在分词 )； 眯着眼睛； 瞟； 从小孔或缝隙里看 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
16
amazement
|
|
| n.惊奇，惊讶 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
17
defiance
|
|
| n.挑战，挑衅，蔑视，违抗 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
18
faltered
|
|
| （嗓音）颤抖( falter的过去式和过去分词 )； 支吾其词； 蹒跚； 摇晃 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
19
rangers
|
|
| 护林者( ranger的名词复数 )； 突击队员 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
20
sprawl
|
|
| vi.躺卧，扩张，蔓延；vt.使蔓延；n.躺卧，蔓延 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
21
dubious
|
|
| adj.怀疑的，无把握的；有问题的，靠不住的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
22
blotch
|
|
| n.大斑点；红斑点；v.使沾上污渍，弄脏 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
23
graceful
|
|
| adj.优美的，优雅的；得体的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
24
slung
|
|
| 抛( sling的过去式和过去分词 )； 吊挂； 遣送； 押往 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
25
salvaged
|
|
| （从火灾、海难等中）抢救（某物）( salvage的过去式和过去分词 )； 回收利用（某物） | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
26
utterly
|
|
| adv.完全地，绝对地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
27
bloody
|
|
| adj.非常的的；流血的；残忍的；adv.很；vt.血染 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
28
stunned
|
|
| adj. 震惊的，惊讶的 动词stun的过去式和过去分词 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
| 欢迎访问英文小说网 |