Chapter Two

“I’ve been in worse places,” Wing Commander Kurt Schneider said, just loudly enough to be heard. “Haven’t I?”

“It sure isn’t the Academy,” Rose pointed out. His lover looked visibly ill-at-ease, something she’d never shown before. “This is a foretaste of hell.”

Rain crashed over the ATV as it crunched its way towards the refugee camp. The camp itself looked alarmingly like a POW camp, perhaps one of the detention centres that had been set up during the height of the troubles and used to house everyone the government of the time hadn’t liked. It was surrounded by barbed wire and guarded by armed soldiers, none of whom looked very pleased to be standing in the mud, rain dripping off their uniforms. And, behind the wire, there were a dozen prefabricated colonial buildings, providing emergency shelter for thousands of refugees.

The ATV screeched to a halt, allowing Kurt to see the inside of the camp clearly. Hundreds of refugees milled around, almost all of them women, their faces bleak and hopeless. The only men in the camp, he saw, were very old men or very young boys. A news report they’d picked up on the way in had stated that men from twelve to fifty had been conscripted into the armies of labourers trying to help keep back the floodwaters. He said a silent prayer for his son as he stood up and made his way towards the hatch. Percy might have been doing well in the CCF, but he hadn’t been remotely prepared for the greatest disaster to hit Britain in centuries.

But then, none of them had been prepared for the alien attack.

Outside, rain lashed down from high overhead, turning the ground into a sea of mud. Tiny rivers of water ran downhill, adding their weight to the floods growing in the valley, drowning human homes and farmland under an endless tide. He shuddered, recalling the farms that had once supplied his country with food. No one had been short of food since the Troubles, since the British Government had worked hard to ensure the island could feed itself, once again. But now there were food shortages everywhere. The emergency food supply had never been designed for a crisis of this magnitude.

Rose scrambled out behind him, struggling to unfurl her umbrella as the rain intensified, drenching her uniform jacket. Kurt allowed her to cover him as they walked towards the gate, where four soldiers stood with loaded weapons. The reports had also warned that two refugee camps had been overwhelmed by looters, who’d killed and kidnapped girls as well as stealing food supplies and vanishing into the countryside. Kurt swallowed inwardly as the soldiers raised their weapons, clearly ready to shoot. The entire country was under martial law.

“Identify yourself,” one of the soldiers snapped.

“Wing Commander Kurt Schneider,” Kurt said. He held up his palm, allowing them to scan the implant inserted into his right hand. It contained both his naval ID and his travel authorisation, something that bothered him more than he cared to admit. He’d never needed authorisation to travel anywhere within Britain before the war. “I have an appointment.”

The soldier relaxed, slightly. Kurt had never been a groundpounder, but he’d worked closely enough with both the army and the Royal Marines to recognise a soldier from the Territorial Army, probably someone — like Kurt himself — who had done his time and not expected to return to the uniform. But everyone with military experience had been called back to the colours after Vera Cruz, after humanity had realised it had a new and deadly enemy on its hands.

“There are rules,” the soldier said. He waved a hand towards a tiny building just inside the gate. It was no larger than a heavy-lift shuttle. “You may go no further into the camp than there, sir. Your family will be brought to you.”

Kurt stared at him, puzzled and alarmed. “Why?”

“We’ve had too many people trying to sneak in and abuse the refugees,” the soldier said, as he motioned for his mates to open the gates. “There were some quite nasty incidents until we sorted out the problem cases from the ones who could actually follow orders. Things will get worse before they get better.”

He snorted, rudely. “And we had some MP come around a day or so ago to make a speech to the refugees,” he added. “Fucked if I know what he had in mind, sir. But the refugees almost lynched him after the third condescending promise to address their concerns as soon as possible.”

Kurt swallowed. The thought of his daughter in a place like this was almost more than he could bear. Penny was sweet and young and innocent and… trapped. Their home was gone, washed under by the tidal waves or floods. Kurt himself would be expected to return to Ark Royal within the day, where he would resume his duties. It all seemed so pointless if he couldn’t look after his children. And his wife was gone.

The thought gave him a pang as he stepped through the gates and looked around, taking in the handful of refugees who sat in the mud with listless expressions. It was painful to admit that Molly and he had been growing apart for years, even before he’d been recalled to duty, but it was something he had to face. Their last face-to-face meeting had been far from pleasant: Molly had once held social ambitions and she’d thought the award for Kurt’s role in capturing an alien starship would help her to achieve them. But the money had been running out long before the aliens had attacked Earth…

And he had no idea what had happened to his wife. There were countless millions missing, utterly unaccounted for; Molly could be dead in a ditch, her body buried under piles of mud, or she could be in one of the refugee camps, so completely out of it that she hadn’t even been able to give her name. And why hadn’t she been with the children when the shit had hit the fan? Where had she been when the first missile struck the water and sent tidal waves washing out in all directions.

“Kurt,” Rose said softly, “do you want me to wait outside?”

Kurt hesitated. He had no idea how he would introduce Rose to his daughter, let along what the two women would make of one another. To Penny, Rose would be the Other Woman, the person who had broken up her parents relationship. It wouldn’t be true — not entirely true, he had to admit — but he doubted they would get along. And yet, he needed her support more than he cared to admit.

“I think you’d better come in,” he said, as they reached the solid metal door. “But let me do the talking.”

He hadn’t been sure what to expect in the visiting chamber, but inside it was nothing more than a damp room with muddy trails on the floor. There were no chairs or tables, merely a sodden rug that someone had put on the floor and then used to try to wipe up the mud. Kurt looked around, hoping to see something that would make it look less like a prison cell, but saw nothing. In the end, he leaned against the metal wall — it felt like a starship’s bulkhead — and tried to relax. But it didn’t take. He’d faced the aliens in combat without flinching, he’d chewed out the Heir to the Throne himself, yet part of him just wanted to run now. He didn’t want to see what living in a refugee camp had done to his daughter.

The door opened again, revealing two girls. Kurt started, then remembered that the babysitter — practically a live-in maid — had been trapped in the refugee camp too. Molly should have taken care of her children, the nasty part of his mind noted, before it was washed away by a sudden surge of love and pity. Penny looked… old, as if she’d grown up way before her time. Beside her, Gayle Parkinson didn’t look much better.

Kurt was across the room and wrapping his arms around his daughter before his mind had quite realised what he was doing. Penny smelt… unpleasant, as if she hadn’t been able to wash for several days. The trousers and shirt she was wearing were two sizes too large for her, while her long blonde hair lay in unwashed strands. Her face was tired and worn, just like Gayle’s. And she clung to him as if he was her only hope.

“Dad,” she said, finally. Tears were streaming down her face. “I… I thought you would never come.”

“I’m sorry,” Kurt whispered, cursing himself. He should have refused the call to return to duty, or simply deserted after it had become clear that Molly was neglecting the children. It might have been possible to transfer to one of the squadrons defending Earth, if he couldn’t leave the military altogether. “I’m so sorry.”

He should have been with his children, he told himself. He should have been with them as they struggled to escape the tidal waves and find safety elsewhere. He should have escorted them deeper inland, perhaps to their grandparents home in the Scottish Highlands, well away from the floods. Or perhaps they should have moved to one of the asteroid settlements that were heading out of the system at STL speeds.

Penny shuddered against him, then started to cry, a sound that tore at his heartstrings. She hadn’t cried like that since the day she’d managed to get lost in the countryside, when she’d been a little girl. Beside her, Gayle flopped down and sat on the muddy floor, her torn shirt showing far too much of her breasts. Rose knelt down next to her, then started to chat to her gently. Kurt ignored them as best as he could. Penny was trying to speak.

“The ground shook,” she said. “The water came so quickly we didn’t have time to run. All we could do was get upstairs and pray. The house is ruined.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Kurt said. He smirked, suddenly. The emergency legislation rushed through Parliament would make sure they wouldn’t have to continue paying the mortgage now the house was effectively destroyed. “All that matters is that you’re safe.”

“We ran as soon as the waters fell away,” Penny said. “We didn’t know where to go, so we tried to head uphill. The rain came soon afterwards, catching us in the open. There were men all around us and…”

She shuddered again. Kurt stared, wondering just what had happened — and wondering if he dared ask. The news from Britain alone was a non-stop liturgy of horror. Law and order had broken down completely in vast swathes of the country, despite martial law and the deployment of armed soldiers. Refugees had been beaten, raped, shot or simply driven away by locals who considered them nothing more than plagues of locusts. Had his daughter been threatened… or raped? He didn’t want to know.

He shuddered, too. Normally, there would be therapists to help children overcome the horrors of their past. He’d never thought too highly of them even before he’d joined the military, where there was often no time to reflect on previous battles. But now, he would have happily taken Penny to see a psychologist, except there weren’t any. The millions of refugees would have to come to terms with their experiences on their own.

“We ended up here, eventually,” she concluded. “The army took Percy at once, told him that he had to help build dykes. I haven’t seen him since. Gayle… stayed here with me, but we were told she might have to go to another camp when they move us away from here.”

“I’ll do something about that,” Kurt promised, although he wasn’t sure what he could do. The emergency services were utterly overwhelmed dealing with the crisis. “What happened to your mother?”

“I don’t know,” Penny said. “She wasn’t in the house when we had to flee.”

Kurt cursed Molly under his breath. Where the hell had she been? Why hadn’t she been with her children? There should have been enough warning for her to get back home before the missiles started to strike the planet itself. But then, the road, rail and air transport networks would have been shut down as soon as the aliens entered the system. It was possible that she’d tried to make it home and failed.

And she’d left her children in the hands of a babysitter not much older than themselves.

“I wish I’d been there,” he said, truthfully. But what could he have done? Beaten his wife to force her to do as he wanted? “What do you do here?”

“Nothing,” Penny said. She waved a hand listlessly in the air. “There’s nothing to do here, apart from sit in the mud. No games, no toys… I saw a mother slap her daughter when she kept complaining about not having her VR headset. Others kept offering to go build dykes themselves, just to get out of the camp, but the soldiers refused. They said we have to stay here.”

Kurt understood. The population of Britain had been sharply reduced by the aliens. Young women who could bear children had to be protected at all costs, while men — inherently less vital — could be sent out to labour on the front lines. But it was still unpleasant to think of his daughter being kept in the camp, earmarked to serve as a brood mare if the population didn’t recover naturally. He couldn’t help wondering if female naval personnel would also be required to serve as mothers, even if they wanted to put their careers first…

You’re exaggerating, he told himself. It isn’t that bad.

But it could be, he knew. The population of Britain before the attack had been seventy million, thanks to a steady rate of emigration to Britannia and the other British possessions outside the Solar System. Now… the most optimistic estimate suggested that ten million civilians had died in the attack, with millions more likely to die in the coming months as sanitation broke down and disease spread widely. Or food supplies ran out, or were murdered by their neighbours, or shot under martial law… his imagination provided too many possibilities, none of them good. It was his duty to protect his children and he’d failed, miserably.

There was a sharp knock on the door. “Visiting hours are over,” a harsh voice snapped. “Get your arse in gear and get out of here.”

“I wish I could take you with me,” Kurt said. A mad scheme crossed his mind — take his daughter back to the spaceport, then ship her to Ark Royal — but he knew it would never work. And it would probably get himself put in front of a court martial board and shot. “I’ll be back as soon as I can, I promise.”

“I understand,” Penny said. She was trying to be brave, but he could see just how scared she was underneath. “And please give Percy my love.”

“I will,” Kurt said. He’d sent Percy a message, but there was no way to know if he’d read it, not now. “But if you see him first, give him my love.”

He winced at the thought. The planetary datanet had been sharply reduced ever since the attack, something he had thought to be impossible. Once upon a time, there had been nowhere on the planet where someone couldn’t log into the datanet and do everything from send v-mails to download VR simulations for their headsets. Now… Penny’s world had been sharply reduced, until all she knew was inside the wire. She couldn’t send a message to her brother, let alone her friends… if any of them were still alive. He didn’t want to know.

Penny held him for a long moment, then started to cry again. Kurt kissed her forehead, then gently disengaged her from his body and half-carried her towards the door. Outside, the rain was falling harder. The predictions he’d seen, he recalled as he put Penny down, had suggested that it would be weeks before all the vaporised water in the upper atmosphere finally washed its way to the ground. He watched the two girls as they hurried back towards one of the shelters, then turned and walked back through the gates to the ATV. The soldiers saluted as they climbed into the vehicle and left.

“She offered herself to some thugs,” Rose said. There was a sombre tone in her voice, very unlike her normal demeanour. “They would have raped them both otherwise.”

It took Kurt a moment to realise she was speaking of Gayle. “I didn’t know,” he said, wondering why Penny hadn’t told him. But she wouldn’t have wanted to talk about it, would she? “I…”

He shook his head. “I’m going to request reassignment,” he said, shortly. “I don’t want to go back into interstellar space, not now.”

Rose frowned. “You may not have a choice,” she said. She sounded understanding, but also concerned. “Kurt…”

“I don’t care,” Kurt said. He’d practically deserted his family when the call-up came. Now, there was no one left to look after his children. “My family… I can’t leave my daughter here, not now. I’m damned if I’m going back into space when I can take her somewhere else.”

He turned and looked out the window as the ATV drove down a road that had once been considered a safe place to learn to drive. Now, it was awash with water, just like the refugee camp. He shook his head, then nodded in grim resolution. Penny was not going to stay there, no matter what he had to do. She was his daughter…

… And he’d failed her enough already.

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