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“Megan?” Meredith whispered, kneeling beside the couch. “Megan, honey… are you… are you alright?”

Stephen stood directly behind Meredith. To him, Megan looked like a corpse with its eyes still open. The thought gave him the chills. A part of him wondered if the girl’s eyes would suddenly turn and find him, followed by a smile to let him know that Nicole was still in there… somewhere. He turned away, feeling guilty for the thought.

Logan stood directly behind the couch with the shotgun at the ready but not aimed at Megan directly. He was obviously uncomfortable at the prospect of shooting the girl should something else other than Megan reveal itself.

“Megan?” Meredith repeated louder. She looked at the girl’s slowly rising chest. She’s barely breathing! Oh, dear, God… please… please let her be okay.

All at once, Megan drew in a large breath, making her cough and everyone else jump. The half-dead slowly sat up, stared around at the strange faces observing her until the disorientation lifted. She made eye contact with the medium.

“Megan?” Meredith said with a smile. “We’re all here, honey. Just relax.”

Megan nodded.

Meredith couldn’t tell if she recognized them, or if it was even Megan staring back at her.

The half-dead young woman attempted a broken smile, then gave up, putting her hands over her mouth instead. She started to shake lightly, her eyes watering up. “I… I tried to kill you!” she exclaimed. She stared around at the others. “I tried to kill… all of you!”

Stephen shook his head. “It wasn’t you, Megan. It was… it was Sylvia.”

She nodded at him as tears fell down her cheeks. She turned back to Meredith. “I’m… I’m so sorry.”

“How much do you remember?” she said.

Megan’s horrified eyes answered the question.

“Oh, you poor child,” Meredith said, reaching over to embrace her.

The moment Megan was in Meredith’s arms, she started to sob loudly. “I’m so… so… sorry!” she cried, collapsing in the embrace.

“It’s alright, honey,” Meredith said through tears. “It wasn’t your fault… none of it. Just… just let it all out now. We’re just… we’re just grateful you’re still with us.”

She looked up at the ceiling. Thank you, God. I owe you another one.

Stephen stepped back, choking up over Megan’s unchecked display of grief. He looked up at Logan.

The big preacher had lowered the shotgun, letting his broad shoulders slouch.

At first, Stephen thought he was praying.

Logan was staring down at Megan… crying.


Half-an-hour later, Stephen and Logan started patrolling the perimeter to keep an eye on the dead, allowing Meredith time to give Megan another blood dose.

When Meredith was finished, Megan was much calmer. The half-dead woman sat on the couch with a blanket wrapped around her shoulders while Meredith sat beside her, watching her like a mother hen. She brought Megan up to speed with everything that had happened after she went dormant.

“So, we’re going to give up, then?” Megan asked.

“No,” Meredith said. “We’ve only agreed to Toby’s surrender to buy us some time.”

“Time for what?”

The old medium smiled. “Stephen seems to believe that I have some secret weapon at my disposal to take down all the monsters.”

“Well… don’t you?”

Meredith couldn’t tell if she was joking. “If I do, honey, I’ll be sure to let you all know.”

“So… we’re going to fight.”

“Yes,” Meredith said with a weary nod. “It appears that we will certainly try.”

Megan nodded. “And… we have from now until we arrive on Toby’s island, or whatever, to come up with a plan?”


Megan waited for more but got nothing. “Will your secret weapon reveal itself to you by then?”

Meredith laughed. “I sure hope so… I really do.” She shifted gears. “How are you feeling?”

“Better.” Megan started to tense up. “Stephen’s right. We should fight.”

Meredith smiled. “Yes. He seems to have uncovered his own special weapon.”

The half-dead waited.

“His newly found optimism in the face of… well… everything.”

“Stephen’s a good man. I like him a lot,” Megan blurted out, then immediately stared down at her hands.

“What is it?” Meredith pushed.

Megan looked resistant, then relaxed. “When I… when I was watching him on the porch waiting for Nicole… I felt… jealous.”

Meredith’s eyebrows shot up. She smiled. “Really?”

Megan glared at her. “Don’t you dare say a word!”

“I won’t, honey. Go on.”

“I’ve… I’ve had feelings for him. At first, I didn’t know what they were. But when Nicole came back… I started to understand. Not that I would ever do anything about it… but… they were there… these feelings.” She said the last with contempt.

“It’s alright, Megan. He is a handsome young man.”

“Don’t tease.”


“Anyway, I think that’s how… that’s how Sylvia got inside of me. She must have sensed I had strong feelings for him… and when I started feeling guilty about it… she tricked me.”

“What do you mean?”

Megan gave her the saddest look. “I was watching Stephen from the window, then I turned away because I heard… I heard a child cry out.”

Meredith frowned.

“And then… and then I saw… Lucas… my Lucas… standing just outside another window. He was staring at me… holding our child.”

“Oh… I’m so sorry you had to go through that,” Meredith said.

Megan looked away and nodded, wiping a tear from the corner of her eye. “You see… I started feeling guilty for… being jealous over Stephen… and it made me think of Lucas… and then my feelings… got intense… and confusing.”

Meredith nodded, grabbing the half-dead’s cold hand. “I think I understand. Nicole had mentioned something about strong emotions associated with our memories… and that the strongest ones were how she was able to take on forms.” Then she stopped and said, “She did say that she couldn’t connect with you like that. Curious.”

“Yes,” Megan said. “I was thinking the same thing. I believe Sylvia hid the truth from her and discovered these emotions within me when Nicole was talking to the rest of you. And then Sylvia used them against me. While manipulating Nicole, Sylvia was plotting against us all along-” She stopped herself, shaking her head.

“What is it?”

Megan turned. “When I saw them, in the window, I went outside and followed Lucas and our baby across the road… and that’s when it happened. She took control of me… and I felt… sick inside. There was so much darkness. I sensed Sylvia’s plan. She wanted to take possession of me to kill you and Logan… and then offer me up to Nicole—my body—in order to tempt Nicole back on her side.”

Meredith nodded. “I think I’m starting to see where this is headed.”

Megan nodded. “Sylvia hoped that by giving Nicole her own flesh, that she would be overjoyed by the ‘gift’ of a… physical relationship.” Megan shifted uncomfortably, considering what that would entail.

“And Stephen would run away with Nicole because she was a real girl now,” Meredith said. “Sylvia, of course, would continue to pull Nicole’s strings from the shadows… and everyone would’ve appeared to have received what they wanted.”

“Yes. Something like that.”

Meredith shook her head. “And… what would’ve happened to you?”

Megan shrugged her shoulders, stared down at the floor, and said, “No more Megan. I was half gone already. I’m sure it wouldn’t have taken much to push the rest of me out.”

Meredith grabbed her by the chin and turned her face to look at her. “I don’t believe that for a minute,” she said sternly. “I believe it was because of you… and Nicole… fighting somewhere inside of you, that Sylvia’s plans were ruined.”

Megan smiled. “You really believe that. I can tell.”

“Absolutely!” Meredith smiled, letting go of her chin. “Sylvia underestimated you and Nicole. Clearly, that creature didn’t have a clue what love was all about. I don’t want to hear any more talk about you being something less than anyone else. Are we clear, young lady?”

She nodded, staring at the old woman with deep affection. Then she frowned as if remembering something awful. “I felt everyone’s… pain… when Sylvia was shifting. The memories she stole from your minds is very fuzzy now… but the emotions… the grief… I still feel it.”

Meredith tensed up and looked away.

Megan pushed. “You carry so much sadness in you, Meredith…. about Hannah.

“Yes,” she said. “I know. Let’s not go there, alright?”

“Look at me,” Megan said.

Meredith turned to find Megan crying. “What is it, honey?”

“You carry so much pain,” Megan said. “I’m surprised you can bear it. But the heaviest load is about Hannah.”

Meredith nodded, wiping away the young girl’s tears.

“I want to know what happened,” Megan said.

“You know that awful story already,” Meredith said. “My Hannah died.”

“You’ve only told a part of the story… but there’s more. I can feel it.”

Meredith was growing increasingly uncomfortable. “You need not concern yourself with my pain, Megan. It’s mine to bear… not yours.”

“It’s mine now, too,” Megan corrected.

Meredith looked into the sad girl’s eyes. She put a hand gently on Megan’s cheek. “I’m sorry… I’m sorry you had to go through that, too.”

“Just… tell me. Let me help you… as you’ve helped me.”

The old medium let out a heavy sigh. “Okay. But after… we never talk about it again. Okay?”

Megan nodded, wiping fresh tears from her eyes.

Meredith leaned back on the couch. “I’ve never told anyone this before,” she realized. “Not this part.”

“Your secrets are safe with me,” Megan assured her.

Meredith nodded. She reluctantly went back into her tortured memory and started speaking.

She retold the story about the Patterson family, about Emily, and how she and Hannah had gone over to their home for a consultation on the night of The Change. She talked about what happened in the Patterson home, how Hannah got bit. She talked about the car ride home and Hannah’s secret code.

Meredith took another deep breath, looked into Megan’s expectant eyes, and then told her the rest of it…


…Meredith opened the door to their small first floor apartment, flicked on the hallway light, and then laid Hannah down on the couch.

“Keep… keep the lights out,” Hannah whispered. She was shivering and sweating, attempting to cover her eyes with her hands.

“What was that?” Meredith quickly closed the front door and locked it.

“Hurts… the light… hurts my eyes.”

Meredith was breathing hard. She stared at the front of Hannah’s bloody shirt, only then aware of the blood on her own hands. Still in shock, the medium started wiping the blood off on her already crimson-covered sun dress. “Okay… okay,” she said, turning the hallway light off.

“That’s… better.”

The parking lot lights provided just enough light through the living room window for Meredith to move about the apartment long enough to turn on the dull kitchen light above the sink. She hastily gathered first-aid supplies. “I’ll be right there,” she called over to Hannah. “You just stay awake.”

Hannah didn’t respond.

Meredith’s hands were shaking badly as she scrambled for the supplies. She tried to steady her nerves. “The drive over was insane,” she said. “So many people… so many people running in the roadway. They weren’t even watching for cars, just running like that… I almost hit someone.”

She rushed back to the living room. Hannah looked like she was asleep.

Or dead.

She shook the thought away and sat down beside her on the edge of the couch, placing a blanket over her. “Wake up,” she said, shaking Hannah’s shoulders.

Hannah opened her eyes and Meredith gasped.

The artificial lights from outside illuminated her face and her dark silver eyes.

Meredith suddenly coughed and felt her stomach turn. Keep it together. She needs you to… keep it together, she reminded herself.

Hannah attempted a smile and coughed up blood. “I’m… I’m a mess. I can see it… see it in your face.”

“You’ll be fine,” Meredith said, forcing herself to look away from those dark mercury eyes. She attended Hannah’s shoulder.

“You don’t look… don’t look well, either,” Hannah remarked.

“I’m just in shock,” Meredith said. “We both are.”

Hannah frowned, her eyes drifting. “I can feel it… I can feel myself… dying on the inside. It’s like… it’s like I’m on fire, Meredith. It hurt so bad at first… but now, it’s like… it’s like I don’t feel anything.”

“You just keep talking and stay with me,” Meredith said, refusing to respond to Hannah’s delirious remarks. “No more dying talk, okay?”

Hannah attempted another smile. “I love you, Meredith.”

“And I love you… now… just focus on getting better.” She cleaned and wrapped Hannah’s shoulder.

“I’m cold,” Hannah said. “Can’t stop… can’t stop shaking.”

Meredith nodded. “After I call the hospital, I’ll pour you a bath.”

“You can’t stay here, Meredith. They’ll find you.”

“We’re okay. I haven’t heard anything outside since we got here.”

“Get away from me!” Hannah suddenly cried out, swinging her cold arms at Meredith’s face.

“What are you-” One of Hannah’s fists struck her in the mouth, causing her lip to bleed.

Hannah saw the blood and growled at her, reaching out for Meredith’s neck.

Meredith grabbed her cold pale arms. “Stop it! Stop it, Hannah!”

Hannah’s arms went limp. She started to weep. “What… what was I doing? I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!”

“It’s okay,” Meredith said, placing her arms beneath the blanket. She felt nauseous and got up. “I’m… I’m going to make that call now. Please just relax.”

Hannah started sobbing uncontrollably, putting her hands over her face.

Meredith needed to move. She felt weak and her head felt heavy. She wiped sweat from her brow. What’s wrong with me? Fever? Now? Get it together, girl! She went for the phone in the kitchen. It was dead.

Meredith closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “Just… just get her in the bath,” she told herself. “You can do this. One step at a time.” She went back to the living room. Hannah was no longer on the couch. She looked around the dark living room.

“Hannah?” she called out nervously.

From down the hall, toward their bedroom, she heard Hannah laugh like a small child. “Come and find me, Meredith!” she called out.

What… what is this? Meredith felt dizzy and grabbed the back of the couch before she fell over. She took another deep breath and waited for her stomach to settle. “Hannah?” she called out. “You shouldn’t be moving around with your injuries.”

Hannah laughed again, causing the hairs on Meredith’s arms to stand.

The medium forced herself down the dark hall and then stopped when she made out Hannah’s shape, rolled up in a ball at the end of the hall. She was rocking.

Hannah looked over at her and laughed again. Then she stated to sob. “I’m sorry… sorry… Meredith. I’m… I’m not well. You shouldn’t be here… I shouldn’t be here… I can’t stand it… I can’t stand you seeing me… like this!”

Meredith swallowed hard and nodded in the dark. “Everything’s fine. You’re sick. Let me get you into the bathroom, okay? A nice warm bath will help you relax.”

“Okay. But I… I can’t move. I’m afraid. How did I… how did I get down here, Meredith?”

Meredith didn’t know what to say. She started toward her.

“Help me, Meredith. Help me get out… help me get out of the dark. The dark! The Dark! THE DARK!” She screamed the last, then started laughing hysterically.

Meredith nearly vomited and fell to one knee. She quickly wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, then stood up, using the wall for support. “I’m coming, honey. Just… just hold on.”

“Not looking good, Meredith,” Hannah said, and started rocking again. “Come closer… so I can eat you.”

Meredith stopped. “What did you say?”

Hannah started sobbing again. “My, God, Meredith! These thoughts I’m having…” She started slapping her forehead.

“Stop that!”

“These thoughts… they’re so… vile… angry… I’m so hungry, Meredith. I can taste it in my mouth… all that blood… ALL THAT BLOOD!”

Meredith started to reach down toward her, then stopped. She turned to her right, toward the bathroom door, and then reached for the light switch.

The bathroom light came on, causing Hannah to shriek.

Meredith turned.

Hannah was standing right in front of her, shielding her eyes. She’d never even heard the woman rise.

Meredith grabbed the distracted woman and pulled her into the bathroom.

“It hurts, Meredith! Turn it off! TURN IF OFF!”

“Not yet, honey,” Meredith said. “Just… just keep your eyes shut and focus on me.”

The pain seemed to bring the woman back from the brink. She nodded, breathing heavily. “Okay… okay, Meredith.”

Meredith had to grab the bathroom sink to steady herself as another dizzy spell struck her. She took a deep breath and then assisted Hannah out of her bloody clothes. She then helped her sit down in the bathtub and started the water.

Hannah kept her eyes shut tight. “I’m… I’m sorry, Meredith. I don’t know what… what’s wrong with me.”

“How’s the water? Too hot?”

“No… it’s fine.”

As the tub filled, Meredith grabbed a washcloth, soaked it, then put it over Hannah’s eyes. “Just keep this right there, Okay?”

Hannah nodded. “You’re too good to me, Meredith.”

Meredith got down on her knees with another washcloth. She felt a little better now that she wasn’t standing. The medium reached over and started wiping the blood from Hannah’s body. “How’s that? Feel a little better?”

“Yes,” Hannah said, starting to relax. “Thank you.”

Meredith’s eyes felt heavy listening to the steady drone of the bath water. She forced them open, turned off the water, and then washed the side of Hannah’s face with the washcloth.

“I want to look at you, Meredith,” she said. “Can you… can you turn the lights back out?”

“I can’t do that right now, honey. Sorry.”

Meredith watched Hannah’s face droop, her lips puffing up into a pout. “I SAID TURN OFF THE MOTHER-FUCKING LIGHTS, BITCH!” she suddenly exploded, sitting up, splashing water, and causing Meredith to fall back.

Meredith stared at her in shock. “What? Just… just calm down… please.” She felt like vomiting again.

Hannah appeared to calm down, placing the washcloth back over her eyes. She started to weep again, then laugh, then back to weeping. “This is… this is too much!” she balled. “I’m… I’m not feeling too good, Meredith. You need to do it… do it before it’s too late.”

Meredith started crying, overwhelmed by everything. “Do what, honey? I don’t understand you right now.”

With as much stability as Hannah could muster, she turned toward Meredith’s voice, holding the cloth over her eyes, and said, “You need to finish this. You need to kill me.”

“No!” Meredith shouted back, finally giving in to a little madness herself. “Stop saying that! I won’t do it! I WON’T!”

“Fine,” Hannah said, lying back down in the water. “I warned you.”

Meredith wiped the tears from her eyes and tried to regain control. I feel… I feel so sick! I can’t… I can’t keep dealing with this. We both need help.

“Meredith?” Hannah said in a surprisingly pleasant voice.

“Yes? Are you okay now?”

“I’m okay. But you need to turn out the light.”

“I can’t do that. I need to see you in here.”

She heard Hannah sigh with frustration. “Alright… but you’re making me very, very angry.”

“What… what does that mean?”

Hannah laughed lightly. “It means… honey,” she spat the last word, “that as soon as the lights go out… I’m going to kill you… so… very… fucking slow.”

Meredith put her hands over her mouth. “You don’t mean that,” she said. “That’s the… fever… talking.”

Hannah laughed. “‘Fever’? That’s classic, Meredith. That’s cute. Fucking fever. Are you really that fucking stupid?”

Meredith winced at Hannah’s harshness. She tried to ignore it.

“You better get out of here… while you still can.” Hannah started laughing again.

To Meredith, she sounded like an insane person. It took all she had to stand back up. Her legs felt heavy and slow. “You just… just relax, honey,” she said, sweating profusely from standing. “I’m going to get myself an aspirin and some wat-”

Something made a loud ‘popping’ sound from outside.

The bathroom light went out.

Oh, dear, God! Meredith thought, feeling disoriented in the dark bathroom. The power must have gone out in the neighborhood!

“That’s sooooo much better!” Hannah hissed. For a moment, in the darkness, Meredith believed something else was in the bathroom with them… something terrifying.

“Ha… Hannah? Just… sit still now,” Meredith managed. She was feeling her way toward the bathroom door. “Just… wait until the lights come back on, honey. Don’t want you… don’t want you to fall and get hurt, okay?”

“Where are you, Meredith?” Hannah said in a playful voice. “I can hear you… I can hear you moving around in the dark.”

Meredith could hear Hannah splashing water. She was attempting to crawl out of the tub.

“Hannah! I mean it! Don’t move. You’ll… you’ll slip and make your wounds worse!”

Hannah laughed like a maniac. More splashing. Meredith could hear Hannah’s hands slap the wet linoleum.

By now, Meredith felt so ill she could barely reach the door, let alone manage Hannah. “What are you… what are you doing?” She reached up above her head for the doorknob.

“I’m coming for you, Meredith,” Hannah said in a low growl. “I’m so… so… fucking… HUNGRY!”

“Stop it!” Meredith cried. She found the doorknob. “I’ll be back, honey. Just… just… I’ll be back real soon.”

“Where are you going? Don’t leave me like this!”

Meredith pushed open the door and stepped into the hall.

Hannah was completely out of the tub now, splashing and slapping the floor on all fours trying to reach Meredith.”


Meredith was sobbing by the time she slammed the bathroom door shut. She collapsed in front of the door, placing her weight against it, as Hannah reached up from the other side, turned the knob, and attempted to push it open.

“LET ME OUT! LET ME THE FUCK OUT, MEREDITH!” Hannah violently pushed against the door as it repeatedly slammed Meredith in the back.

Considering her condition, Hannah was surprisingly strong, but she still couldn’t push the door open. Meredith extended her legs across the hall, using the opposite wall to brace herself. “Just… just lie back down, Hannah. Please. I need some time to… I need to rest a little… Just, please stop.”

Suddenly, Hannah stopped.

Meredith could hear her weeping on the other side of the door. The medium closed her eyes and shook her head in the darkness. I can’t stand this. This is too much. Too much! What’s wrong with my Hannah? What’s wrong with everything?

“I’m sorry, Meredith,” the sick woman sobbed. “I don’t mean to be like this! I don’t want… I don’t want to hurt you. I just can’t control it!”

Meredith was about to fall unconscious. She’d never felt so ill in all her life. “Hannah, honey,” she called through the door. “Just lie down and go to sleep. Maybe you’ll feel better after you’ve rested. More in control.”

“You think so?” the sick woman called. She sounded like a frightened child.

“Yes,” Meredith lied. “Get some sleep, and everything will be better.”

“Can I come out there, Meredith? I don’t want to be alone right now.”

Meredith bit her hand then slammed it against the hall carpet in frustration. “I know you don’t, honey. Believe me, I want you out here with me… but you’re not well.”


“You’re not well, but it’s not your fault,” Meredith corrected. “Just get some rest. I’ll be right here with you the whole time. Okay?”

More silence.

Meredith grew concerned. “Hannah? Can you hear me?” What if she’s hurt? What if she’s exerted herself and passed out? She could be lying naked in a pool of water and blood! She turned and reached up for the doorknob. “Honey? Talk to me? Are you okay?”

Still no answer.

Meredith frowned at the doorknob and then forced herself to let it go. She swallowed hard, wiping sweat off her brow, and said, “Honey, I can’t let you out. I can’t open this door… for both of our sakes.”

Something hard struck the door, causing Meredith to flinch.

“Fucking cunt!” Hannah hissed. “I’ll get you! You just wait. I’ll get you to open this door and then I’ll rip your throat out with my fucking teeth!”

“Stop,” Meredith whispered. She felt so helpless and alone.

“And after I rip your fucking throat open, I’m going to feed on your corpse and bathe in your blood… oh… you better believe that, cunt!”

Meredith closed her eyes. Physically and emotionally, she had nothing left.

“You still there, bitch? You better be. Because as soon as you leave this door, I’m going to bust out of here and kill you. Do you hear me, cunt? I’M GONNA KILL YOU!”

Meredith lost consciousness, passing out against the bathroom door.


The sound of someone barging in through the front door caused Meredith to stir. She slowly opened her eyes, relieved that she could see within the gloomy apartment. It was morning.

“Hey!” someone called, headed toward the kitchen. “Anyone in here?”

Meredith recognized the voice. It’s was Hannah’s son.

“Over… over here,” she attempted to call out. She felt weak.

She could hear him approach. Meredith looked up at a big man with a mess of dark brown hair and an unshaven face. He was wearing what looked like coveralls. She stared down at the man’s right hand. He was holding a gun.

The man stopped just in front of the Meredith and crouched down. “You look like shit,” he said.

She attempted a smile. “Good to see you, too… Frank.”

“Where is she?”

Meredith looked into Hannah’s son’s eyes and started to cry. “She’s… she’s hurt, Frank.”

Frank closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “Let’s try this again. Where is she?”


Frank stared at the door, then back down at Meredith. “Move,” he said coldly.

“You can’t go in there.”

“And why the hell not?”

Meredith hesitated. “She’s… she’s sick.”

“Hurt or sick… which is it?” Frank was losing patience. “You know what… never mind.” The big man got up and banged on the door. “Hannah! Open the damn door!” He’d stopped calling her Mother years ago.

“Don’t go in there!” Meredith pleaded.

“Frank?” a weak voice called out from the other side. “Frank… is that you?”

Frank Carman stared down at Meredith. “What the hell is going on?”

“She’s… she’s been bitten,” she confessed, through tears. “There’s something wrong with her. She’s… Hannah’s dangerous.”

Frank stared at the medium for what felt like an eternity, his thoughts and emotions guarded.

“Open the door, Frankie,” Hannah called through the door. “Open the door… and give your mother… give your mother a hug.” Hannah started pounding on the door.

Frank stared at the bathroom door. He’d become a stone.

Meredith shook her head. “I don’t know… I don’t know what to do, Frank” she whispered, putting her hands over her face. “All I know… all I know is that you can’t open that door.”

“Why?” he said.

“FRANK!” Hannah screeched. “Open this fucking door, you worthless shit! For once, do something right and open this MOTHER-FUCKING DOOR RIGHT NOW!” Hanna started banging her head against the door, repeatedly.

This just made Meredith weep. “Hannah! Stop it!” she cried.

Frank was visibly shaken. “That’s not my mother,” he whispered. He stepped away from the door until his back hit the wall. “How long?” he asked. “How long has she… has she been like this?”

“It happened last night,” Meredith said. “Phone’s dead. I couldn’t… I couldn’t call for help.”

“There’s no help coming” Frank said, still staring at the bathroom door. “It’s a fucking mess out there. People are… people are fucking turning on each other and killing each other. I barely made it here.”

“Is that why you… is that why you have the gun?” Meredith said.

Frank looked down at the .45 in his hand as if realizing he still held it.

“How… how did you get out?” Meredith pushed. “Did you… did you hurt anyone?”

He turned to her and raised an eyebrow. “You’re kidding, right? The world’s gone insane overnight and that’s what you want to ask? Nothing ever changes around here.” He started pacing down the hall.

“Why are you not in jail, Frank?”

He turned back. “It’s nice to see you, too… Mother.”

“Don’t call me that!”

“You’ll have to excuse me if I don’t feel like playing twenty questions with my infected mother’s lesbian lover right now,” he said. “I need a minute to think this through.”

“Why are… why you free, Frank?”

He glared at her and said, “I threw a cop off a fucking rooftop and stole her fucking gun. There… you happy now?”

Meredith was about to protest the joke but restrained herself. She watched Frank stop at the end of the hall and lean up against it. He ran a hand through his messy hair and sighed heavily. For a moment she swore he wiped a tear from his eye.

She tried to rise but couldn’t. “Frank,” she said. “Help me.”

He turned and came over. “What’s wrong with you?”

“I’m… I’m sick. Just sick. Help me up… but keep the door blocked.”

Frank helped the medium get to her feet.

“Frankie! Let me out. Let me out! LET… ME… OUT!” Hannah started pounding on the door again.

“We need to get her help, Frank,” Meredith said, wiping tears from her eyes. “I couldn’t… I couldn’t do it by myself… but together-”

“She’s gone,” Frank said.

Meredith stared up at him in disbelief. “What do you mean she’s… what the hell are you talking about?”

Frank closed his eyes. “I mean… whatever’s behind this door… is not my mother anymore.”

Meredith shook her head violently. “You don’t know what you’re talking about!” she said. “That’s my Hannah!”

“They’re eating people, Meredith. That’s what happens when they get… infected.”

“No,” Meredith said. “Not Hannah! She hasn’t hurt anyone!”

“Then why are you so damn afraid to open this door?”

Meredith didn’t want to answer. She pointed a finger in his face. “Look!” she said, displaying a rare moment of anger. “That’s your mother in there! I don’t care what you think of her, but we need to help her now… do you understand me?”

Frank nodded and frowned. “Yes… I understand better than you do.” He raised the gun.

“No!” she threatened. “You will not!”

“She’s gone, Meredith. I’ve been out there since last night. I’ve seen what this… disease… is doing to people.”

“I don’t care! We’re not… killing her!”

“Then open the door and see what happens,” Frank said. The look he gave her was unreadable. But she could still see the pain behind his eyes. “I don’t like this anymore than you do.”

“We’ll just wait,” Meredith reasoned.

“For what? For my mother to get worse?”

She didn’t have an answer.

“Just open the door, Meredith,” Frank gently said. “For both our sakes.”

Meredith nodded, then put her ear to the door. “Hannah, honey, it’s me. Frank’s here. We want to come in and help you but you… you have to settle down, okay?”

There was no response from the other side of the door.

“Stand back,” Frank said, raising his handgun.

“Don’t!” Meredith hissed.

Frank gave her a stern look. “If my mother’s on the other side of this door… then I won’t need to use this.”

Before Meredith could protest further, Frank pulled the door open. His eyes went wide as he backed away in horror. “Fuck me!” he said.

Meredith quickly stepped in front of him and stared into the dark bathroom. She placed her hand over her mouth to stifle a scream.

Hannah was sitting up against the bathtub, naked, covered in blood. She was holding her right forearm in her left hand after gnawing it off at the elbow with her teeth. The disturbed woman looked up at them with a bloody mouth. “I… I couldn’t stop… stop myself,” she said. “So… so hungry. I…” Hannah suddenly started laughing like a maniac.

Meredith fell to her knees. “Hannah,” she cried. “What have you done to yourself?”

She found no recognition in those insane silver orbs. Hannah continued to laugh hysterically.

Before Meredith could crawl toward her, Frank pulled Meredith away from the door and closed it.

“Let me in!” the medium protested, fighting to get free from Frank as he pulled her down the hall. “She… she needs me! Let go!”

Frank let her loose near the living room sofa and said, “Stop it! Just… just fucking STOP!” he shouted.

Meredith stared at him; her eyes full of tears. “I… I can’t stop seeing it! My, God! What would possess her to-” She buried her face in her hands.

Frank was struggling to breathe. He started pacing in front of the hall, wiping sweat from his face. “Go… go change into some fucking clothes without blood all over them,” he told her. “Those… fucking things outside catch a whiff of you, we’ll never make it two blocks.”

“What are you going to do?” she said.

“The power plant,” he said, ignoring her question. “I heard some emergency broadcast about the power plant taking refugees. We need to get there… now.”

Meredith nodded. “Of course,” she said, getting up. “We can take Hannah there. They’ll have… they’ll have medical personnel who can help her.”

“Yeah, okay,” Frank said. “Just… just please… change your clothes. We need to get the hell out of here.”

Meredith got up and headed into their small bedroom. She picked out a clean sundress for herself and started looking for something Hannah could wear.

The gunshot made her drop everything.

No… NO… NO!

Meredith raced toward the bathroom.

Frank was sitting on the floor before the open bathroom door, his head buried in his arms.

The gun still in his hand.

Meredith stared at him, then into the bathroom.

Hannah was dead.

“What… what have you…” She was in shock.

“Get dressed,” he said. “We need to go. Those monsters will have heard the gunshot.”

“WHAT DID YOU DO?” She screamed at him.

Frank glared at her with more intensity then he’d intended, and growled, “I did what you couldn’t!” He stood up, wiping tears from his eyes. “I did what had to be done!”

“You… you’re a damn monster!” she screamed at his back.

He stopped, looked over his shoulder and said, “Yeah… I am. World’s full of them now. You have to be a monster to fight monsters… because that’s what it takes.” He said nothing else.

Meredith stared into the bathroom at her dead lover. She no longer felt ill but blamed it on the shock. I’m so sorry, Hannah. I failed you!

“Hurry up,” Frank called back from the kitchen. “We don’t leave soon, we’ll be dead, too.”

Meredith walked back to her bedroom, removed the top blanket from the bed, then returned to the bathroom and placed the blanket gently over Hannah’s body. “I love you… always,” she whispered.

Meredith walked out of the bathroom and quickly changed out of her blood-soaked clothes.

Neither she nor Frank spoke another word as they headed outside, into the hellish morning full of monsters and death. They traveled north toward the Percy Power Plant…


…Meredith was weeping in Megan’s arms. “I couldn’t do it!” she said. “Hannah needed me… but I couldn’t! I let her turn into that horrible creature… because I was a coward!”

“Don’t say that,” Megan said. “You’re not a coward. You were just afraid. No one should have had to go through what you did… and you did the best you could.”

“I failed!” Meredith sobbed. “She was so… so far gone! And then Frank… oh, God! He never should’ve had to do suffer that! Her son had to do what I should’ve… He was already a mess… Frank. He never should’ve had to do that! And now… and now he’s gone, too!”

Megan held the older woman tightly as tears streamed down her own face. “It’s okay,” she said. “You’ll feel better now. You’ll feel better because you finally told someone.”

Meredith raised her head and looked into Megan’s eyes. “Thank you,” she said. “I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you, too.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” Megan said, offering a crooked smile.

Meredith stared into those silver eyes, those beautiful silver eyes, and said, “You saved me, Megan. When I found you in that glass cage… it was like… it was like seeing Hannah all over again. You were just like she was… almost.”

“Is that why you never gave up on me? You thought you could do for me what you couldn’t do for Hannah?”

“It started that way,” Meredith said. “But then… I came to love you. The more you came back… the more I loved you… like the daughter I never had. A daughter me and Hannah might have had one day.”

Megan started crying again. “I was… I wanted to die in that cage… but you never gave up on me. I couldn’t protect my child… I never even knew if I’d had a son or a daughter. I was so… lost… angry… and fucking crazy. But you never gave up on me.”

Meredith smiled through tears and ran her hand through the young woman’s hair. “I lost Hannah the way I was losing you. But this time… this time… I knew more… I was stronger. And I knew I could help you. And then you helped me! You were so much stronger than you ever knew. I only had to help you see it… and you did.”

Megan nodded and said, “Hannah would be so proud of you. You can let her go now… because she knows. She knows how much you loved her… because I’ve always felt that same love you’ve shown me.”

Meredith nodded. “Thank you, honey. That means so much coming from you. And I’m so very proud of you.”

They embraced, holding on to each other for a very long time. Love had come, to replace what each of them had lost. Love had pardoned them both, finally granting Meredith and Megan freedom from the painful prisons of the past.


Logan and Stephen sat silently on the back porch of the inn staring out into the rolling hills to the south. Standing in the tall weeds, at the crest of the first hill, hundreds of dead things stared up into the sky, moaning in unrelenting hunger toward their unseen god who held temporary control over them. Beyond the first wave, in the rising background of hills beyond, a thousand more stood eerily still… waiting…

Logan bent over in his chair, resting his chin in his hands. He let out a heavy sigh and said, “I can’t stand looking at those horrible things standing there like that. It’s like… it’s like they know we’re here… and they want us so very badly… but some strange sound our ears can’t register is holding them back.”

Stephen nodded, looking away from the dead. “I’m trying not to think about it. And these are just the ones we can see out in the open. I can’t imagine how many more are spread out around town and in the forest.”

“If Toby’s trying to make a point, he’s made it,” Logan said, looking away from the hills. He turned to Stephen. “I can’t even imagine what kind of power, or force, it takes to control so many of them. And all this from some creature who isn’t physically in our world yet. It’s… overwhelming.”

“Megan seems to be alright,” Stephen said, changing the subject. “Those two have been talking for a while.”

Logan shook his head. “I can’t stand watching the whole giving-her-blood thing. Every time I almost forget that girl’s… well… not entirely like us, the blood brings it all back and I’m reminded that Megan’s drawn to it… like those creepy bastards out there.”

“And yet… she doesn’t want to kill us for it,” Stephen reminded him. “That says a lot.”

Logan laughed. “It sure does. I’m glad that girl’s on our side.”

Stephen stared down at his boom box and smiled. “At least I still have this thing.”

Logan laughed, looking down at the ridiculous yellow radio. “What are you planning on doing with that now? You gonna ask the dead for song requests?”

Stephen rolled his eyes. “Even if that we’re an option, I’ve only got Garth Brooks. I think that would just get them riled up faster.”

Logan snickered. “Maybe we could go place it out in the hills and let them stare at it for a while as an experiment. I want to be the one who’s discovered how to make the dead laugh.”

Stephen shook his head, reaching into his shirt pocket. “Actually, I thought we might have a more practical use for this thing, considering where we’re headed.”

Logan waited.

Stephen retrieved a second cassette tape from his shirt pocket. It was a blank tape, still wrapped in the original plastic packaging.

“You’ve been holding out on us. Mr. ‘Garth Brooks Only’,” the preacher joked.

The former school teacher smiled. “I’ve been holding on to this for a while. Never knew why… until now.”

Logan stared at the tape and teased, “You gonna make a ‘mixed tape’ for all your new zombie friends out there?”

Stephen gave him a serious look. “I thought we should… you know… maybe record a message… a warning… for anyone who finds it just in case this ends up being a one-way trip for us.”

Logan nodded. “Good idea. I now officially take back everything bad I said about that silly radio.”

Stephen laughed then finished, “You want to help? Maybe say a few words to the world we may be leaving behind? A prayer or something?”

Logan gave his friend a thoughtful look and said, “Sounds like you’ve given this some thought.”

“I have.”

“You should do it, little brother. I think we would all agree that whatever you had to say, would speak for us all.”

Stephen nodded. “Okay. I’ll do it.”

Logan got up to give him some privacy. “I’m going to check on the girls. You just holler if those dead things start moving.”

Stephen stared out into the hills. “Oh, you’ll hear me, alright.”

Logan put a big hand on the school teacher’s shoulder and said, “God bless you, Stephen. May He continue to guide your heart and mind and grant your tongue His grace to say what needs said… in Jesus’ name, amen.”

Stephen gave him a grateful look and nodded.

Logan stepped back into the inn.

When he was alone, Stephen picked up the boom box and placed it on a table in front of him. He unwrapped the blank cassette tape and inserted it into the player.

He stared out once more into the vast sea of dead things that were once people, and whispered, “This is for all of you, too. I’m sorry you ended up this way. May you someday find peace from all your suffering.”

Stephen found the ‘record’ button on the player and pressed it…


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Candyman’s cramped and dark tunnel led them north, beneath the courtyard and exited directly beneath the main boardwalk which ran along the southern portion of the lake.

The leader of New Cleveland pushed the second concealed hatch open and stepped out beneath the tight space beneath the boardwalk. He crawled out of the way to let the others up and stared down toward the beach. An old dock stood at the edge of the lake. The dock extended out into the lake, then narrowed, becoming a bridge, which had collapsed a third of the way across the lake. Back when the former amusement park was bursting at the seams with attendance, a long bridge was constructed that ran directly across the center of the lake. Now, the decrepit bridge spanned a third of the lake before reaching a point where the rest of it had collapsed.

Briana crawled over next to him. “Sonofabitch,” she said, staring out at the beach. “How many more secrets do you have up your sleeve?”

He smiled. “I’ve learned a long time ago that if you want to keep a secret in this town, you don’t tell a soul… except for maybe a dead man or two.”


“Never mind.”

Briana shook her head. “Someone sleeps with a whore and doesn’t tell his wife, that’s one thing. But these are some big fucking secrets. The explosives, the sound system, the secret passageways… you had to have help putting this all together. That’s a lot of mouths to keep quiet.”

Candyman laughed. “Yes, Briana. You are correct.” He turned to her and said, “The Murder Shops.”

Her eyes went wide with understanding. “That’s why we leave them alone,” she said. “I’ve always wondered why we treat that part of town like they’re all so damn special. Those sick fuckers helped you set this all up, didn’t they?”

“The men and women in charge of those… operations… understand the importance of keeping secrets. A lot of them were with me from the beginning. When they approached me about setting up the Murder Shops, I saw an opportunity to get what I wanted out of the deal. So, we came to a mutual understanding: I kept their secrets and let them run their businesses without interference, and they helped me with all this, including keeping quiet about it.”

Briana shook her head. “Is there anyone you haven’t made some sort of deal with in this town?”

“Running a town is an intricate affair,” he said. “As a leader, you make deals all the time that you hope are mutually beneficial. That way, your position remains secure.”

“Obviously, the fucking dead no longer feel that way.”

Candyman nodded. “Yes. That was unavoidable. I’d hoped we would have come up with a better solution before all this… but obviously the appetites of the deceased have far exceeded our arrangement.”

Briana looked back at her ten Lunatics staring back at the hatch nervously. “So, what now? It won’t be long before the dead find your secret tunnel.”

Candyman smiled and pointed toward the dock. “Get me to the bridge. We’re crossing the lake.”

Briana looked back toward the dock in surprise. “That’s the big plan? You do know that bridge is collapsed, right?”

“We just need to reach one end. That should put us safely out of the blast radius.”

Her eyes went wide as he flashed the remote he was still holding. Seeing it up close, she realized it was a remote detonator. “Got it,” she said. She silently readied her men with hand signals.

They nodded and stepped out beneath the boardwalk and down toward the sand to secure the beach. After a few moments they signaled an ‘All Clear’.

“Time to go,” she told him.

Candyman nodded. “There is a boat tied off at the end of the bridge. It’s big enough for our party. We can wait out what happens next from there.”

Briana nodded.

Forming a tight circle around their leader, the Lunatics led Candyman onto the large dock.

Several of the men stopped and started pointing frantically back toward the boardwalk.

Briana and Candyman turned.

“Holy shit!” Briana hissed.

All along the old boardwalk, which extended the length of the southern shore, yellow-eyed men, women and children in various states of decay were lined up like some massive wall of the dead, gazing silently across the beach toward their location.

“What are they doing?” Briana whispered, drawing her guns. “They’re just… standing there… like fucking sightseers! Why are they not attacking?”

Candyman gave the long line of the dead a puzzled look. They were waiting for us, he thought, and the thought disturbed him to the core. “Doesn’t matter,” he said. “Get me to the end of the bridge. Let them stare all they want.”

Briana nodded and signaled her men to guard the rear. She accompanied Candyman across the old bridge, staring back constantly at the waiting horde. “Your damn boat better be there,” she said. “I don’t like this. The dead don’t behave this way… ever. It’s like…”

“It’s like someone or something is holding them back,” Candyman finished.

She stared at him and nodded. “Yeah. That’s exactly what it’s like.”

Candyman placed the detonator in his other hand. He wiped sweat off his free hand and tried not to look back at the dead. Something’s not right, he thought. They shouldn’t know where we are. They should all be racing toward the courtyard.

“There’s more coming!” one of the Lunatics shouted.

Briana and Candyman turned.

There were more coming. Lots more. They weren’t running toward the docks, screaming and howling like savages… but rather… walking… in silence… filling the entire beach behind them.

“Fuck me,” Briana said. “I’ve never seen so many in one place. Why are they… why are they acting like that?”

The dead continued to fill the beach. None of them approached the dock. They just stopped in the sand, waiting for the rest to fall in rank next to each other like some massive dead army awaiting orders.

Candyman stared. For the first time in a long time, he didn’t feel in control. “Doesn’t matter,” he said. “We’re far enough away.” He raised the remote.

“Wait!” Briana called out.

He gave her an anxious, annoyed glance, wiping sweat from his brow.

“You said the dynamite at the theater came from town, right?” she said.

“Yes, we’ve covered this.”

“So… so, that means this Taven guy, the one Tony was talking about, he had access to it.”

“Okay. So, he found some of it that was left over and gave it to Tony. Is there a point coming?”

Briana gave him a sharp look. “For a smart guy, you really aren’t connecting the dots very well at the moment.” She stared back at the beach as the actions of the dead were causing her mind to itch in a place she couldn’t quite reach.

He waited.

“What if Taven didn’t find it… what if it he knew where you planted it?”

“That’s impossible. The explosives were well hidden, beneath the courtyard.”

“In tunnels like the one we just used?”

Candyman ignored her. He raised the remote. “I don’t know what you’re getting at, but we’ve no more time. If the dead get any closer-”

“That’s it!” she cried out. “That’s fucking it! They’re not getting any closer! Don’t you get it?”

Candyman stared at the face-painted woman as if she’d lost her damn mind.

“If Taven knows where the explosives are planted then that means your secrets aren’t so secret… and you have a leak in your plan!”


“Don’t press anything!” she said. “This isn’t right! Nothing about this feels right!” She pointed toward the dead and finished, “They don’t act like that! They should be storming this fucking bridge right now!”

Candyman gave her a long look, then gazed out at the silent dead horde.

“Enough talk,” he said.

Briana’s eyes went wide as she finally reached the itch in her mind.

Candyman reached for the detonator switch.

She looked down at the old bridge planks. “Fuck… me…” she hissed.

Candyman flipped the detonator switch with a devious little smile.

I’m in control.

The bridge and dock erupted in a series of massive explosions sending wood, flesh and water up into the air.


Tony, Diane, Nine and Hash exited the woods north of New Cleveland and spent the remainder of the day pushing their exhausted bodies northeast, following a maze of backroads to avoid scattered hordes of the reanimated that had been drawn south away from the Interstate after the most recent explosions coming from that hellish town.

No one had much to say about the explosions, but Tony suspected Taven. No one said much of anything after Nadia’s death. No one knew what to say.

Each of them struggled with every step to unburden themselves of their heavy hearts and troubled thoughts, separately trying to process their own nightmarish experiences and conflicted emotions. New Cleveland had permanently changed them, leaving wounds that would never completely heal and scars upon their souls that would serve as reminders of the people they had become… and all they had lost.

Near dusk they discovered an old gas station in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by neglected farmlands. After scavenging some stale chips from a vending machine, along with a case of bottled water from a back office and a few other essentials, they cleaned themselves up, changed into some clean coveralls they’d found in a maintenance garage locker, and then put their backs to the station and continued northeast along a two-lane strip of monotonous black top that cut through the middle of flatlands… and silence.

Fifteen minutes later they spotted a grassy knoll at the center of a large field surrounded by a secure wooden fence. They agreed to set up camp for the evening up on the hill. After gathering wood for a small fire, they finally stopped moving and collapsed around the flames.

The good sergeant handed out the chips and water and everyone ate as the last of the fading light faded from the western sky.

“You know,” Hash started, breaking the heavy silence, “I was half tempted to have a cup of that ancient coffee we left sitting in that moldy pot at the gas station. Hell, it probably tastes about the same as when they first brewed it.”

Nine looked up. “I’ve always wondered about that,” he said. “What is it about gas stations and coffee? Is it some long-running tradition to brew one pot at dawn that every patron partakes from? Because I swear that it’s the same damn bottomless pot before closing time.”

Hash laughed. “You know, you may be on to something there. Perhaps it’s like some ancient tribal tradition where only the bravest warriors filling their cars up before battle, go and drink that burnt shit to prove their strength.”

Nine smiled. “Yeah… and that’s when they receive strong visions from that all-powerful God of Java who rewards your sacrifice of assaulting your taste buds to that nasty old shit with that week’s winning lottery numbers.”

Hash pointed at him and laughed. “That’s it!”

Their shared joke quickly fell flat as the black hole of silence sucked the words away.

The good sergeant looked over at Tony who seemed lost in a trance, staring into the fire, and tried again. “So, now that we’re liberated, and we clearly have no fucking clue where we ended up, what’s the plan?”

Tony looked at him, his face expressionless. “Plan?” the big man said. “I don’t know. I’m tired. I’m tired of coming up with plans.” He leaned back on his arms and yawned. “I just want to sit here in peace until I pass out by this fire. Then sleep for a real long time. How’s that for a plan?”

Hash raised his eyebrows. “Sounds like we should go back for that coffee.”

Nine snickered. He turned to Diane and lost all humor. The hunter hadn’t said a word since they left the woods. Every time he’d approached her to talk, she’d given him a look that clearly said, ‘Back off’. Now, she appeared a thousand miles away in thought as she poked the ground between her feet with a stick. “You okay?” he dared to ask.

She didn’t look at him. Instead, she took a deep breath and announced, “I’m not sorry for Nadia. Deep down I know that I should be… but I’m not.”

The others looked at her and waited.

“I really thought she was my friend… that we’d… bonded. I was a fool for lowering my guard and letting that woman get close. I should’ve known better… and we all paid the price for it.”

“It’s not your fault,” Tony said. “We take a risk on people. If we never did… none of us would be sitting together now.”

She looked at him and then around at the others. “You must all think I’m a monster for what I did.”

“No,” Nine said. “You’re not a monster.”

Diane looked at him. “I murdered that woman. You all saw me do it. What else could I be?”

Nine frowned. “I know you. I know who you really are. We’ve bled together. It’s that fucking town… it made us… it made us forget who we were.”

Tony sighed. “We’ve all done some very unpleasant things, Diane. We’ve done things we never thought we could do—things we would’ve despised in others.”

“And what… that makes it okay, now?”

“Of course not,” Tony said. “I’m not going to lie to you and tell you that the road back will be easy. It won’t. We’re all going to be wrestling with ourselves for a very long time.”

Diane shook her head. “Then what’s the point to any of this? If places like New Cleveland are just going to bring the worst out of us… then maybe we’ve already been out in this shit for far too long. What happens next time we find people in another town like that? What if everyone is like that now?”

“It’s not all bad yet,” Hash said. “Believe me, I’ve been running with the wrong people for a long time and I started to think like you… like there wasn’t anything else but to be ‘bad’ in a world gone bad. But I was wrong. Your people showed me that.”

Diane turned to him with tears streaming down her face. “But what I did was fucking evil. I know it. I’ve been with good people… and I still did such an evil thing. How is that possible unless I’m as bad as the rest?”

“The difference, Diane, is that you know what you did was wrong, and you’re suffering for it,” Tony said. “You say you don’t regret killing Nadia. I think that’s just the anger talking. But deep down, after all this emotional mess within us finally clears, we’re all going to suffer for our actions. That’s why we’re still the good guys.”

“And then what?” she said. “What am I supposed to do after that?”

“You live with it,” Hash said. “You live with it and never forget what you did. Then you use that pain and disgust in yourself to turn around and go the other direction… and never be that person again.”

She nodded.

Nine put a hand on her shoulder.

She turned and saw no judgment in his eyes… just compassion. Nine was weeping. She smiled at him.

“I’m sorry I don’t have something profound to say to ease your pain,” he said. “These two are better at words like that. I just crack jokes… and occasionally a really good one.”

She laughed.

“But I do know that I love you. I’ve seen you at your best… and now your worst… and nothing’s changed for me.”

She reached over and took his hand.

“I do know that we’ve been through some heavy shit in that town… and lost so much,” he continued. “And it’s going to be just like what Tony and Hash said. But you and I… we’re going to make it.”

“How do you know?” she said.

Nine smiled and answered with confidence, “Because I know ‘Us’. Together we always beat the odds. And you and I make up a number that can’t be defeated. You know me. So, you know I don’t bullshit when it comes to numbers.”

Diane reached over and kissed him. “Thank you,” she said. She turned to Tony and Hash and nodded at them both. “You guys mean everything to me. I can’t do this shit anymore… but you all keep reminding me that I can still hope that shit will change… and then I won’t have to. That’s what keeps me holding on.”

Tony smiled. “It’s the same for me.”

“Well hell, you all are getting me all choked up. It’s embarrassing. A grown fucking man weeping like a little bitch,” Hash said rubbing his eyes. “It’s a good thing it’s the apocalypse or else I’d never hear the end of it.”

Nine laughed. He stared back into Diane’s eyes and promised, “You’re going to be okay. We all are.”

She nodded and let out a heavy sigh. “Yeah. Eventually.”

“That’s good enough,” Tony said. “It has to be. For now, we’ll just try our best to go the other direction.” He nodded at Hash with a smile.

Hash winked back.

“Did you all happen to notice that none of us picked up a single blunt instrument from the garage at the gas station?” Nine said. “What do you think that means?”

Tony laughed. “It either means we’re really fucking tired and it’s made us careless since we’re all fucking unarmed out here… or… we’ve all just lost the taste for killing anything… dead or alive.”

“Wouldn’t it be nice if we never had to arm up again?” Nine said.

Diane laughed at herself. “You know, it’s not like me, of all people, to not be armed. I’m usually the first to bring it up… but not now.”

Hash nodded. “Maybe we can just take our chances tonight and have one fucking evening of peace. We can arm up for war again tomorrow.”

“Yeah,” Tony agreed. “Tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow,” Diane echoed.

“Fuck yeah! Tomorrow!” Nine added.

Hash laughed at the enthusiastic young man and then stared over at Tony’s lighter face. “Feeling better?”

“A little,” Tony admitted. “These guys always bring me back from the edge.”

Hash nodded, then froze, staring past the big man and down the hill. “Fuck me,” he hissed. “I don’t believe this shit.”

“What? What is it?” Tony said.

The good sergeant was motioning them to get low as he attempted to put out the fire. “There’s movement down there,” he whispered. “And I’m not talking about the dead kind of movement.”

“Shit!” Diane hissed, spinning around. “Lunatics?”

“You’ve got to be kidding me! Now? Really?” Nine was getting frantic.

“Hash,” Tony said, surprisingly calm. “leave the fire alone and sit back down.”


“I’m not doing it,” Tony said. He refused to get down. “We said, ‘Tomorrow’. I don’t care who they are… I’m going to sit here and enjoy this fire with my friends. Fuck the rest.”

His stance was like stone causing the others to calm down.

“He’s right,” Diane said, getting back up and sitting down. “Fuck it. We’re unarmed anyway.”

Nine laughed nervously then sat back down. “Alright. We’re really doing this?”

Hash sat back down as well. “I’m too fucking tired for this, anyway. Every muscle in me aches.”

“You still see them?” Tony said, refusing to turn.

“Yep. They’re coming up the hill,” Hash said. “All ‘sneaky’ like.”

“How many?” Diane said.

“Don’t know,” Hash said. “Enough to not be scared of us.”

“Armed?” she asked.

Hash shrugged his shoulders.

“Shit. What do you want to do? Offer them stale chips?” Nine said.

Tony closed his eyes. “Nothing. We will do nothing. Let them come.”

Moments later they all heard movement coming up through the grass on all sides. They were surrounded.

Tony kept his eyes closed and took a deep breath. God, he silently prayed. I don’t know if you’re still there or if you’ve left this world a long time ago. But if you are, all I ask is for one damn night with no violence. I’m spent. Please… just one damn night, and I promise you, I’ll never return to violence ever again.

When the intruders reached the top of the knoll, they stopped.

“I don’t know who you are,” Tony announced, his eyes still shut tight. “But me and my friends are not armed. We’re just trying to enjoy one night of peace. We have nothing of value, but you’re welcome to share our fire.”

Several armed men stepped up around the fire dressed in body armor.

Tony couldn’t see it, but Nine’s eyes went wide as one man stepped up behind Tony. Nine started grinning like an idiot as he shook Diane’s shoulder in excitement.

Diane stared at the man in shock.

Sergeant Hash glanced around at what appeared to be soldiers, then back at Nine and Diane. He was confused.

“Tony?” the man said. “Tony… is that you?”

Tony opened his eyes. He spun around at the man with the familiar voice, also wearing body armor, and smiled with tears filling his eyes. “Sonofabitch,” he said. “We’ve been looking for you… for a long time.”

The black man looked as stunned as the rest. He smiled a toothy smile and lowered his rifle.

Tony rose to his feet. “It’s damn good to see you… Orosco.”

Thank you, God.


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Candyman stretched and then repositioned himself in his chair. He crossed his arms in front of his chest and studied Hash. “It sounds like you’ve had quite a time… out there in the wild, Sergeant.”

Hash snickered at the use of the word ‘wild’. He raised the empty bottle of wine to his mouth, hoping for a few more drops that did not come. “Yeah,” he said. “I guess you could say that.”

“Let’s get back on track. After you and your men seized the hospital in West Farmington-”

“You mean after we executed all those people?”

Candyman smiled. “I was attempting to spare you any more unpleasantness. But okay, sure. After all that… tell me, why did you stay? Why not leave those men behind, the ones you couldn’t control? You had to know that once they tasted the power of taking lives without consequence, that they’d do it again. So why remain with them if you couldn’t live under those… how shall I put it… ‘Dog Eats Dog’ rules?”

Hash nodded, shamefully lowering his head. “Because I was afraid.” He was surprised by his own admission, blaming it on the wine.

Candyman’s eyes lit up. “Ah…yes. Of course. You despised what Thompson led the others to do, what you failed to stop, thus, despising yourself… but you still needed them.”

“Yes,” Hash spat. “I hated what we did that day. It felt like the plant all over again when everyone got ugly and turned on the leadership. After the massacre at the hospital, I knew we were no different than those animals.”

“And just as desperate?” Candyman teased.

Hash glared at him. “That was part of it. But it’s no excuse. What we did to those people was wrong and we deserve to hang for it.”

Candyman rolled his eyes and laughed. “Yes, yes. Your unit killed all those people hiding in the hospital… and you got away with it. Welcome to the jungle, Sergeant. I suppose you’d spent many sleepless nights afterwards, waiting for ‘law and order’ to come knocking on your door, demanding justice for your crimes… hmm?”

“I expected… something,” Hash said. “Anything. I don’t know. Maybe some horde we couldn’t manage would breach our barriers and take us all down. Justice fucking served.”

Candyman shook his head. “My, oh, my, it’s no wonder how you’re exactly where you are today. You feared being alone… but you don’t fear death. In fact, you long for it.”


“As payment for your crimes?”



Hash stared at him. “And I suppose you sleep like a fucking baby every night after the things that you’ve done?”

“Truth is, Sergeant, I never slept very much. Back in my previous life, serving a life sentence in a max prison, I learned to sleep with one eye open because you never knew who was gunning for you over some unperceived offense. Hell, maybe you just looked at someone the wrong way at the wrong time, or maybe some psycho just had in for you, wanting to make a name for himself by going for an easy target. Regardless, I sleep better these days than I ever did before the world changed.”

“Yeah, I imagine you were a model prisoner,” Hash added with a smile.

Candyman laughed. “I was… paying attention,” he said. “That’s what kept me alive before… and long after. You see, unlike yourself, Sergeant, Desperation came calling for me long before The Change. I did exactly what I needed to do in that fucking cage… no more, no less. And if it meant spilling blood, I never gave it a second thought.”

“But you did end up in that cage,” Hash said. “You may not have to worry about Justice coming for you in this sick fucking world, but it did find you for your previous crimes… and you were exactly where people like you were supposed to be.”

Candyman raised an eyebrow. “And what are ‘people like me’?”

“You’re the fucking criminal, asshole! People like you were made for this world. Take away the consequences… it’s all fun and games for your kind, no matter how you dress it up.”

Candyman shook his head and smiled. “Oh, Sergeant. I will miss our discussions. I suppose, from your once noble perspective, that I am, indeed, the criminal, while you were the hero who fought for the people.” He leaned in and continued. “But now… look at how much the tables have turned. I have become a respected leader in the new world, while you… well… by your own obsolete standards… you’re just a murderer.”

Hash wanted to reach through the bars and murder one more person.

“Let me fill you in on a little secret,” Candyman said. “Maybe this will help you sleep better for the few nights you have remaining.”

“Oh, this should be good.”

Candyman’s face grew dark. “Desperation, my friend, is not some condition that changes good men to monsters. Desperation is an opportunity. An opportunity to rise above the bullshit we once called ‘living’. Desperation is the great equalizer that demolishes the old stations of men. There are no more criminals, no more heroes. There are no more good guys and bad guys. No more successful people, and no more people living in poverty. No more conscience or fucking consequences. Desperation has wiped the proverbial chalkboard clean of everything and given everyone… and I mean everyone… a chance to reach the top.”

“The top of what?” Hash laughed. “The top of this bullshit pile that’s left of the world?”

Candyman sighed, leaning back in his chair. “This is disappointing. I thought you might finally see the big picture, Sergeant. Especially after all you’ve seen men do to each other, and after what you’ve done, yourself. Desperation doesn’t reveal to self-perceived ‘good’ people that they’re bad on the inside, and it doesn’t make them monsters. It just removes all the bullshit morality and self-righteousness that keeps people oppressed.”

Hash scowled at him in disbelief. “You really believe that shit your selling, don’t you?”

“We are no different than any other creature put on this planet, Sergeant. No one judges the lion for slaughtering the gazelle in the fields, or the owl that hunts the family of field mice in the moonlight. We understand that they follow nature’s rules… we call it the food chain. What makes us any different… hmm?”

“So, you’re saying we’re nothing but animals?”

“I’m saying that we were enslaved by unnatural rules, made up by Man, to enslave… Man. Desperation abolished those rules… rules that were never meant for us to begin with.”

“You keep telling yourself that, oh great leader of the new world. Call us animals if that gives you justification for your actions. But it changes nothing. The animals don’t have a conscience, so they have no understanding of right and wrong and do what they do without fault… without blame. But we’re different.”

“How so?”

“Well, for starters, we know… deep down… what God’s rules are. We know what sin is… and there are consequences.”

Candyman shook his head. “Ah, yes… the ‘God card’. The irrational argument of using what can’t been seen, but only believed, standing against what nature has clearly established all around us. That, Sergeant, was one of the first myths debunked the moment the dead came back. Try again.”

Hash closed his eyes. “I’m not going argue with you. Your heart and mind are broken anyway. Evil men will always denounce God. It’s the only way they can live with the things they do.”


Hash stared at the foolish man. “Justice isn’t coming for any of us. I can see that now. Justice was lynched out in the streets on Day One of this fucking apocalypse. The good and the bad are treated indiscriminately in this crazy world. But Desperation isn’t a get-out-of-jail-free card either. We’re all going to get what we got coming. You, me, good old Desperation… we’re all going to get our due.”

Candyman sighed heavily. “These theology arguments always annoy me. This is the part where you hold the ‘afterlife’ over my head—another bit of fiction—and tell me all about the Great Judgment… or some ridiculous notion like that. Right?”

“Look around,” Hash said. “You need something to see, then just look at the dead. If that’s not tangible proof that there is something beyond… then you’re not paying attention. Those things came from somewhere… and I’d bet real money, if it still mattered, that you and I will eventually get front row seats on a ride to that destination. We’re both going somewhere, whether you like it or not. Or maybe, we’ll just turn into those things outside. Now wouldn’t that be appropriate? Perhaps that’s the ultimate justice for what you and I have done.”

For once Candyman had no comment. He unconsciously stared at his gloved hand.

“What is it?” Hash pushed.

Candyman looked up. “Excuse me?”

“You don’t fear much. You certainly don’t fear God. But you do fear something.”

The leader of New Cleveland laughed. He was about to dismiss the comment then nodded. “Only a fool fears nothing,” he said.

“Oh, come on! That’s all I get? I’m a dead man, remember? There’s nothing you can tell me that will matter in another day or so, right?”

Candyman smiled at his prisoner, giving him a scrutinizing look. “I still can’t tell if you’re looking for something to use against me, some vital piece of information to throw me off balance. But, since I’m aware of the possibility, and as you so astutely pointed out, you’re just a dead man, then what the hell.”

“Now we’re talking.” Hash was definitely drunk. “It’s about time the spotlight came off me and my pathetic mess. Spill it. What does the great leader of New Cleveland fear?”

Hash removed the glove from his right hand and showed hash the branded symbol of Mother.

“Nice tat,” Hash joked. “Not the best place to put one. Bet that hurt like a sonofabitch.”

“Do you… recognize this symbol?” Candyman said.

Hash stared at it, then shook his head. “Doesn’t ring a bell. Should I know it?”

Candyman lowered his hand and rubbed the branding with his free hand. “Since you came into town with an Ama Eskua, I thought it might be familiar… to one of you, anyway.”

Hash shrugged his shoulders.

Candyman rolled his eyes at the man. “You wouldn’t tell me anything even if you did recognize it, would you?”

“If I thought it didn’t matter one way or the other… I might tell you. But honestly, I don’t have a clue what you’re talking about.”

“Fair enough.” Candyman put the glove back on. “I’m not the storyteller you are, my friend, so you’ll just have to forgive my boring rendition of past events.”

Hash waved him off. “I have the advantage in that department. Drunks tell the best tales.”

Candyman laughed. “Indeed. Perhaps I should get us another bottle?”

“No objections here.”

“Maybe another time,” Candyman said. “Anyway, six months before The Change, when I was still incarcerated, I received a very unusual visit from a man claiming to be my lawyer. Curious, I met with the man. I remember he had a very confident way about him, and he was definitely no lawyer. I think his name was Donaldson, or Donovan… doesn’t matter. Point is, he came to see me, all dressed up in a suit and tie, playing the part. He even had a briefcase, although he never opened it. I remember the man didn’t waste words. He was direct with me. Told me things that made me think he was crazy, or that someone was playing a cruel joke on me.”

“What did he want?”

Candyman shook his head and laughed. “He said he was sent to offer me an opportunity… one that he and the people he worked for believed was perfectly suited for someone with my particular skill set. You see, at the time, I had made quite a name for myself in prison. I’d not only figured out the system, I eventually rewrote the rules on the inside and made everything work to my advantage. I guess you could say that I was already in training to lead, long before I acquired this position.”

“So, you were quite the con man,” Hash said.

“I guess that’s one way to put it,” Candyman admitted. “Regardless, I made things work on the inside in ways that profited everyone. This… Donovan… character, he knew all about me and what I’d achieved. It was quite unnerving. Anyway, he told me an incredible story about what was about to happen to the world. He either didn’t know the details or just wasn’t going to tell me about them. He just spoke generally about how everything was about to go to shit. He told me when it was going to happen, and that when it did… his people could use someone like me to bring balance back… whatever that meant. At the time, I thought I was dealing with a lunatic. Imagine my surprise when the world turned.”

“What was the opportunity?”

Candyman nodded. “That man told me about this place. He said his people originally intended to convert this location into some kind of ‘safe house’ or something. But they changed their mind. So… they offered it to me.”

“Let me guess,” Hash said. “When shit hit the fan, you assembled your gang of inmates on the inside, found a way out, and ended up here.”

“More or less,” Candyman said. “At the time, it took all we had just to get out of the prison alive. There was so much death all around us. People turning—from the inmates, to the guards—even the warden turned… and that was something to see. After we got away from the city, all those inmates looked to me for answers as they’d done on the inside. I was scared out of my fucking mind and… desperate. I didn’t know what to do. The whole end-of-the-world thing was entirely new to me.”

“Yeah, I get that,” Hash added with a laugh.

“But then I remembered that strange man pretending to be a lawyer. I remember what he told me. So, I took a gamble and led everyone here.”

“And we already know how that played out,” Hash spat.

“Not quite,” Candyman said. His face went pale as he got lost in a memory. “When we first started building this place up, I was… visited… by five scary men. They came for me while I slept. They were dressed all in black and as silent as the fucking night. I never heard them coming when they snatched me up out of my bed and dragged me out into a remote area of the park. None of them said a fucking word to me as they just stood there, surrounding me like vultures. I thought I was dead. Then one of them pointed at me and said in a deep menacing voice, ‘Mother has given you a tremendous opportunity. Never forget who’s responsible for all that you are about to achieve.’”

“Fuck that! What did you do?”

Candyman smiled. “I nodded and stammered like a little bitch. Told them anything they wanted to hear, even begged them to spare my life. I’m not ashamed to admit that these men terrified me.”

Hash nodded. “Shadow Dead.”

“So, you have heard of them?”

“I know a little. More ghost stories than anything else.”

“But you knew that the woman you traveled with was a Shadow Dead, right?”

Hash stared at the man. “What the fuck did you say?”

Candyman laughed. “You really didn’t know, did you?’

Hash shook his head. “Like I told you before, I didn’t know the people I came in with for very long. I certainly didn’t know that one of them was some fucking Shadow Dead spook.”

“Well, she was. And she’s gone now… at least, I hope she is.”

“And the branding?” Hash said, nodding toward Candyman’s hand. “When did you get that?”

Candyman stared back down at his hand. “They did it to me that night. Told me that if I screamed, that they would cut me into little pieces. So, I didn’t scream… but I fucking wanted to.”

“I bet you did. What’s it mean?”

“The last thing that Shadow Dead warrior said to me, after branding me with Mother’s mark, was that Mother owned me now. The mark was a reminder to never forget it. He said that they’d be watching… always watching… and that one day they would come back to check on the progress I’d made on Mother’s behalf.”

Hash’s eyes went wide. “You thought Alysa came to spy on you?”

“I did,” Candyman admitted. “But now… I’m not so sure. I think she may have recognized the mark on my hand, then used it to prey upon my fear so I’d let her go. But it’s hard to know what the motives of the Shadow Dead truly are. So… I let that scary bitch leave. You must understand, I hadn’t heard a word from them since the branding. Hell… I started to believe they’d all forgotten about me out here. Or so I hoped. But now, I’m left to wonder if there’s any more of them in town, hiding and waiting for the right moment to approach me.” Candyman sighed. “You asked me what I feared. I fear losing control. I fear not being able to see these Shadow fuckers coming at me until it’s too late. I fear not knowing what it is they want from me, since I haven’t heard from them since the beginning. And I fear that Mother will simply take this place from me once that organization no longer has a use for me.”

Hash laughed. “Man, I thought I was fucked. But you, you’re back in prison again, staring down every corner because you don’t know when the enemy might strike out at you.” He then flashed a wicked smile at New Cleveland’s leader, and finished, “Maybe I wrong about Justice, after all. Maybe these ghosts are coming to judge you for the misuse of the opportunity Mother gave you.”

For once, Candyman was not laughing. He stared at hash and frowned.

“Maybe, one night, you’ll be all snug-as-a-fucking-bug in your bed, gloating about your powerful position on top of this shit pile you call a town, and then you’ll open your eyes and see them… the fucking owner of the owner… coming to finally give you yours.”

“That’s enough,” Candyman hissed, rising from his chair.

Hash knew immediately that he’d crossed the line.

“An open and honest conversation is one thing… but your disrespect… well… that’s another thing all together.”

Hash slunk back in his chair and didn’t say another word.

Candyman gave the drunk man one last glance, then said, “After my Lunatics come and beat the shit out of you for your insolence, I’ll have a bottle of whisky sent to your cage, to help you manage the pain… assuming you don’t die from the beating.”

Hash closed his eyes and shook his head at his own stupidity. Hell, maybe it was worth it, he decided. I rather enjoyed watching him squirm for once.

Candyman abruptly turned away and stormed up the hall.


Nadia had learned how to turn off her thoughts and emotions during sex; her flesh was simply a tool that she used with efficiency to satisfy the repulsive sweaty older man whose hot labored breaths reeked of stale wine. She used her slender body like a snake, wrapping her long legs around the man’s hips as he thrusted his pelvis into her lower region—his aggressiveness, a clear indication of Candyman’s frustration.

When she’d returned from her afternoon with Diane, the leader of New Cleveland had been waiting for her, sitting in his leather chair with a perplexed look upon his face.

She had not asked what vexed the man. Nadia knew better. She’d simply read the man’s eyes, understood what he needed, and then removed her clothing, revealing her perky pale breasts.

Candyman had handled her roughly at first, throwing her down on the couch and grabbing at her tits as though they could come off with enough force. She’d ignored the pain and feigned arousal instead.

Though his moods were inconsistent and volatile, she could always count on his consistency in duration—the old fuck never lasted long, usually spewing forth his poison between her legs within five minutes.

When he was finished, Candyman rolled off the slender girl, breathing heavily.

Nadia remained still, allowing the cool air to slowly dry the sweat off her body. She always waited for him to speak first after sex. It was her subtle way of turning back control to the lunatic who thrived on it.

“That was wonderful… thank you,” he said.

Nadia’s face wore the smile perfectly. “It’s been some time since we had an afternoon snack,” she teased, twirling the back of the man’s silver her with her long fingers.

Candyman laughed. “Sorry for my… abruptness. It’s been an exhausting morning. I really needed that.”

She turned on her side toward the disgusting hairy man, caressing his right arm with her breasts while sliding her left leg seductively over the top of his old legs. She playfully massaged his decrepit limp dick and said, “We can try that again in a few minutes, if you’d like?” She already knew that wasn’t going to happen.

Candyman smiled at her. “That would be nice… but not today,” he said.

You mean not ever, you gross fuck, she thought, never losing her smile. It’s a wonder you can still get it up at all. “Want to talk about it?”

“Oh, just the usual. Too many demands on my time with too many individual personalities to deal with.”

“Anyone in particular driving you crazy today?” she said.

He laughed. “Yes. That damn drunk sergeant. I think I’m letting the fact that I like the man allow him to get too close. He riled me up a little. I’ll have to watch that next time.”

“Isn’t that the mercenary that Diane came in with?” Nadia carefully pressed.

“Yes. The very same. I don’t talk much about that one since I locked him up. He’s harmless.”

“Want me to go with you next time you talk to him?” Nadia offered. “One look at me and he’ll never be able to keep his thoughts straight,” she teased.

“That would be entertaining to watch, especially since I keep him locked up naked most of the time.”

Nadia laughed. “Ah… I see… you want him standing at attention, not… standing at attention.”

Candyman laughed. “No… I certainly don’t need to see any more of Sergeant Hash then I do now.”

“You said he’s locked up,” she added with just the right amount of mild curiosity. “Where are you keeping that one? Near the lab?”

“Yes,” he said absently. “But enough of that. How was your day?”

“Unusual,” she teased.

Candyman’s eyebrows shot up. He smiled and said, “So, I assume you and Diane are bonding, as expected?”

“Yeah, I think that girl trusts me now. Especially after that scare you gave her last night. You almost had me convinced that you were going to have her raped if I’d come down any later.”

“I considered it,” he said. “But I wanted to give you a chance to reach her first.”

Nadia smiled. “Well, as usual, you have the best plans. You pushed her buttons just right… and pushed her right toward me.”

“So, it worked then?”

“Yes. I’d say we’re becoming instant friends after the day we’ve had. She was very grateful that I intervened last night.”

“As was intended,” Candyman said. “I couldn’t think of anyone better than you to pull this off.”

“Well… thank you.”

“Since she won’t open up to me, no matter what I try… you’re my Plan B. Has she confided in you about the others yet? Has she mentioned anything at all about Alysa, the woman we sent away?”

“She’s talking to me about the boyfriend. That’s a good start.”

Candyman sensed a slight hesitation in Nadia’s voice. “There’s something else, isn’t there?”

Nadia silently scolded herself for tipping her hand. She hadn’t expected to be so… reluctant. “Sorry,” she said. “I was still processing what she’d just told me before coming back.”


“Let’s get up and get dressed first,” she said, stalling. “I don’t want to miss telling you something important because we just had sex and I’m ready for a nap.”

“Understandable,” he said, sitting up. “I’ll go get us a drink.”

“Thank you,” she said, putting on her dress.

Nadia watched Candyman put on his robe and then head for the bar.

She allowed her façade to drop momentarily while his back was turned. She frowned, closing her eyes and letting out a silent sigh.

Candyman returned with two glasses of scotch and then sat down beside her on the couch.

By then, Nadia’s mask was firmly back in place.

“So,” he said. “What else did you learn from your new best friend today?”

Nadia took a long sip from her scotch glass.


“… and no matter what happens, should everyone and everything in this fucked-up and desperate world betray us, and we find ourselves lined up before a firing squad, ready to make a final friend of Death, we will still have each other. We will always be… family.”


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“…And even an enemy can become a friend in this place, when the darkness has pushed too far…”


In the southeast corner of New Cleveland, directly behind the central business hub of town, a long stretch of land covering several blocks was where the murder shops were set up. Once the location of one of Geauga Lake’s youngest rollercoasters, The Villain, it had long since been torn down leaving only erratic rows of concrete slabs with iron stanchions protruding from them like ancient teeth. This once made up the foundation of the large coaster. Over time the area had grown into a huge landfill/scrapyard where most of the larger pieces of debris from the early demolition days of the park had been deposited, leaving several deep pits surrounded by rusted metallic jungles. New Cleveland had since converted the concrete foundation into an odd spiked roadway that ran through the middle of a massive junkyard. This jungle went as deep into the ground as the heaps were tall, creating manmade cave-like structures of twisted metal, broken concrete, dirt, stone and whatever else had been relocated and abandoned by large bulldozers and cranes. Within the pockets of this jungle, structures had been built to accommodate the ‘death dealers’, as they were called, who dealt heavily in the human trafficking markets of New Cleveland, providing a variety of despicable means to torture and murder human beings for profit.

What was most surprising, after the first murder shop had been established, was how popular it had become in such a short period, causing the need for several more shops to be erected to accommodate the demand for… death.

What made this location perfect for the shops was that they were discreet for those who wanted to keep their murderous fetishes to themselves; they were hard to reach and easy to protect, discouraging the curious from wandering where they did not belong; but most of all, the metallic caverns provided a unique sound barrier which kept the screams coming from within the shops contained to this area.

Candyman’s had sent Lunatics to patrol and monitor the entrances into this district but he never let his people enter. Upon request, He let the owners of the shops police their own businesses within, and they did so with grim efficiency. All anyone had to do was read one of several red spray-painted signs posted around the outside of this jungle to understand what was at stake for wandering into the area:


The unspoken penalty for violations was easily implied. No one entered the murder shops without an appointment. And if anyone did, they were never heard from again.

It was an hour after sunset. The former nightclub owner led Wendy toward the eastern entrance into the metal jungle.

Wendy had never felt more alone and terrified since arriving in New Cleveland then when she got her first glimpse at the mammoth-sized metallic archway leading into what looked like a junkyard dome.

Torches were lit each evening surrounding the entire perimeter, serving as a final deterrent to stay clear of the murder shops. The torches lit up sharp jagged spires and rusted pipes against the backdrop of the night, casting elongated shadows everywhere along the ground, transforming metal into dark irregular shapes and formations that almost resembled strange trees. The torches themselves finished the illusion of a deserted tropical island, with some sacred voodoo ritual being performed by the island’s inhabitants, deep within the jungle.

Two massive torches were lit on both sides of the open archway entrance. Two large men wearing black suits and black masks stood at both sides of the entrance, hands resting in front of them, and holding long swords pointed toward the ground.

Wendy looked up at Herbie with concern as they approached.

“Don’t worry, girl,” the sweaty bartender said. “They won’t harm us. We’ve got an appointment.”

“Why are they wearing masks?” she said.

“Everyone wears masks. Once we get inside, they’ll issue us masks, too.”

“But… why?”

Herbie frowned at her. “To protect everyone’s identity,” he said. “Last thing someone wants to do in a place like this is run into someone they know. It’s kind of hard to look anyone in the eye after participating in the things that are done in here.”

Wendy nodded. “And… the torches?”

“There’s no power on the outskirts of the shops. But within the structures, there’s generators to run whatever tools anyone needs. But no artificial lights… at all. Most people who come here prefer it this way.”

“You mean, they prefer to stay in the shadows, behind their masks to make what they’re about to do… easier,” she said with contempt.

Herbie nodded. “You’re catching on.” He looked toward the entrance. “Here we go,” he whispered. “Just be quiet and follow my lead,” he said.

Wendy gave the bartender a last look, catching his terrified face in the torchlight.

What the hell are we getting into? she thought.

One of the two masked swordsman turned to stand in front of Herbie.

The sweaty bartender raised his shaky hand and started to fumble through his pockets. “Just a second,” he said. “I have it… right… here.” He finally raised a gold token and handed it to the man.

The masked man examined the coin, then handed it back to Herbie. “Appointment?” he said, in an emotionless voice.

Herbie nodded. “Ah… yeah… I have an appointment.”

The swordsman waited.

“Shit, that’s right,” Herbie said, struggling to remember something. “Um… ‘Pasadena went to hell, long before it started to smell’.”

Wendy gave Herbie a strange glance.

He ignored her, smiling back and forth between the two swordsmen. He was sweating more than usual.

Finally, the masked man moved back into position, allowing them to pass. Neither swordsmen said another word.

Herbie grabbed Wendy’s arm. “Okay,” he said. “Let’s go.”

Once through the archway, Wendy whispered, “What was that shit about California?”

“That was our appointment passphrase,” he said.

Another man in a suit, though not as intimidating or carrying a sword, approached them with his hands behind his back. He, too, was wearing a black mask. “Good evening,” the man said in a practiced voice. “I am called Arthur. I will be your host this evening. Anything you need, you come to me, and only me. I will always be standing outside your private room door, or within earshot until my services are required. Call out to me by name and I will hear you. Understood?”

Herbie nodded. “Understood.”

Arthur gave them both a long look then brought his hands to the front. He was carrying two black masks. “From this point on, you are to wear these at all times outside of your private room. Understood?”

“Got it,” Herbie said. He took both masks and handed one to Wendy.

While they were putting the masks on, Arthur continued. “You may remove the masks in your private room, if you so desire, or keep them on… but never remove them outside your room, or any other room marked ‘public’. Understood.”

“Understood,” Herbie said. He looked over at Wendy wearing his mask.

Wendy hesitated before putting hers on, staring up at Herbie in his dark disguise. I already hate this, she thought. I can’t even see the fear in his face anymore… just that hideous mask.

“A-hem,” Arthur said, making a clearing-of-the-throat sound.

“Oh, shit,” Wendy said, quickly putting on her disguise. “Sorry.”

Once her mask was on, Arthur pointed his arm off toward the left. “Follow me, please. I will escort you to your appointed murder shop.”

They followed Albert through the dark metallic jungle. There were more torches lit about every five to ten feet. All around them, other guests wearing masks were accompanied by their suited escorts. Wendy exchanged veiled glances at the other guests in passing while Herbie tried to ignore them. Wendy nodded once at a woman in a black mask who abruptly looked away as if acting like she’d been recognized.

“Please don’t acknowledge the other guests,” Arthur advised, never turning around.

“Sorry,” she said.

Herbie looked at her and shook his head. Visible or not, she could feel his impatient glare.

They could hear their appointed murder shop long before approaching what looked like two tornado doors covering a shelter in the ground.

Wendy nearly turned around and bolted when she heard a man’s scream pierce the night. It was coming from those doors.

Herbie put a reassuring hand on her shoulder, causing her to jump. “It’s okay,” he whispered. “Expect a lot of that,” he told her. “You okay?”

Wendy felt sick to her stomach. She nodded, grateful that the mask was hiding her pale face. “Let’s… let’s get on with it.”

Arthur stopped them at the storm doors, then turned around placing his hands behind his back. “Again,” he advised, “do not remove your masks until we’ve reached your private room. If for any reason you need to leave the murder shop, I must accompany you back outside. At no time is any guest authorized anywhere without their escort. Understood?”

They both nodded.

“Any questions for me?” Arthur said.

“What’s the difference between a private room and a public one?” Wendy said, earning her another look from Herbie.

“No one is authorized to enter or observe anything that happens within a private setting. All other rooms are open for viewing, or, participating, should the need arise. Understood?”

Wendy had no idea what to make of that. She simply nodded.

“Any further questions?”

“No,” Herbie said. “We’re good.”

Arthur nodded. He turned to open the storm doors, then stopped. He looked over at Wendy.

She was visibly shaking.

Arthur turned back toward the doors and opened them, revealing a wooden ramp that went below the ground. Once the doors were completely open, they could hear moans and groans, screams and shouts, people begging and pleading for their lives… all mercifully interrupted by the louder sounds of various machines and power tools.”

Wendy felt faint.

Herbie was there to keep her from passing out. “Take a breath,” he whispered. “I told you this would be bad.”

Arthur approached them. He put his hands out in front, palms up, revealing ear plugs. “Here,” he said. “This will help with the… noise.”

Wendy snatched the earplugs up and said, “Thank… thank you.” She quickly put the yellow foam plugs in her ears.

Herbie inserted his plugs in loosely, just enough to muffle the sounds from below. “Not too much,” he advised her. “We still need to hear each other.”

Wendy nodded, readjusting her plugs to hear Herbie.

“Very good,” Arthur said. “Follow me down into the shop. Be mindful of your head going down the ramp.”

Arthur disappeared down the ramp.

Herbie and Wendy reluctantly followed.

The ramp took them down one floor, just below ground level, and into a dimly lit long hallway.

Wendy could barely move as she stared straight down the hellish hall lit by wall-mounted torches. Once below ground, every horrific sound of unimaginable torture was amplified. She readjusted her earplugs to dampen out would she could. She could even hear what sounded like a chainsaw from farther down the hall. On both sides of the wide hallway were doorways. A chair sat in front of each door, turned to face what looked like peepholes in the doors. Many of the chairs were occupied by faceless observers, wearing their dark masks, and staring into the rooms.

Arthur came back. He spoke louder to be heard over the noise. “These are the public rooms. I believe they are self-explanatory. As I’ve said before, please don’t disturb the other guests. Your room is at the far end of the hall, in the private wing of the facility. Follow me.”

Arthur led them down the hall, between the public rooms where many suited escorts stood near the doorways, but out of the way until needed.

Wendy refused to make eye-contact with the few depraved men and women who sat in chairs, lifting their heads from the peepholes long enough to look in her direction. Most ignored them, gazing into the rooms where people were being brutalized as if they were unable to look away once the torture began.

These aren’t human beings anymore, Wendy thought with disgust. I’m glad I can’t see their faces… their horribly sickened faces… fucking monsters!

As Herbie and Wendy continued after Arthur toward the private wing, Wendy was bothered by Herbie’s silence. “You haven’t said a word since we got down here,” she said. “And why are we getting a private room? How does that help us find out what happened to Mark?”

Herbie hesitated, then said, “Trust me. It’ll all make sense when we get there. You wanted to know what happened to Mark… this is how we find out.”

She didn’t understand his strange response but left it alone. Wendy just wanted to keep moving and get out of this despicable place as soon as possible.

Arthur turned a corner, leading them into another hall, this one much narrower. There were more doors along the walls, but no chairs with peepholes.

“We’re just about there,” Herbie said. “I need you to brace yourself for what you’re about to see.”

Wendy looked up at the masked bartender. “What am I about to see?”

Herbie said nothing. He stared after Arthur.

Their host finally stopped them in front of a door on the left. He turned around and said, “Here is your room. I will be out here when you need me.” He looked right at Herbie and finished, “Your second guest arrived an hour ago. The mechanism you requested is in the room. Will there be anything else you require?”

Wendy stared up at Herbie. “Second guest? What the hell is he talking about?”

Herbie ignored her. “No, we’re good,” he told their host. “We have everything we need.”

“Very well,” Arthur said. He moved back from the door and nodded, before turning away and walking a short distance down the dim hall.

Herbie took a deep breath, then reached for the doorknob.

“Wait!” Wendy said. “Explain yourself, Herbie! What’s going on?”

“You’ll see for yourself,” he said.

“No! You tell me now!”

Herbie was about to remove the annoying mask, then stopped himself. “Just… get inside the damn room! You want answers… well… you’re about to get them… and then some.”

Wendy wanted to protest further, but Herbie turned his back to her and opened the door. “Come on,” he said.

There was nothing left to do but follow him into the private murder room.

She closed her eyes and prayed, Dear God, I don’t want to be here… I don’t want to see what’s in this room! Please… give me strength!

Wendy entered the room and Herbie quickly closed the door.

She opened her eyes and gasped. Wendy ripped off her mask and tossed it to the floor. Her eyes went wide as the shock and confusion immediately set in.

“What… what the hell is this?” she said with alarm.


“…But in the end, it’s those friends who have been there with us, through hell and back, that have become our new family, thicker than the blood of old. It’s they who keep us from falling over the edge deep within ourselves and into the darkness. It’s these friends, tried and true, who continue to give us a reason to keep fighting for as long as we can still draw breath…”


A gusting wind brushed against the night parting the tall grass to the west of Splash Landing, revealing two shadowed figures hunched down in the weeds. To the wayward traveler wandering too close to this haunted nook of New Cleveland, a couple of late-night ghosts lingering in the corner of one’s eye is all anyone might admit to observing two hours before dawn, but only mentioned once back in the temporal safety of daylight.

One phantom, sitting directly across from the other, reached over and continued to apply white face paint to the much larger fade.

“How much longer?” Tony said impatiently. “This shit is itchy.”

Diane frowned in the ambient light. “Almost there. Just need to throw a little black up around your eyes and mouth.”

Tony stared into the hunter’s painted face, posing as a Lunatic, and smiled. “Do I look as ridiculous as you do?”

“No. I look awesome. You, however, just look like Bozo the Deranged Fucking Clown.”

Tony snickered. “This was a good idea. Hopefully it helps us get close enough before-”

“Yeah,” she quickly interrupted, trying to keep her hand steady. “That was the idea.”

Tony continued to stare into his friend’s exhausted and worried face. “He’ll be alright. Taven assured me no one would spot them.”

Nine, the young girl who he’d introduced as Joe, and Tony’s strange contact with the dark sunglasses, had departed an hour ago with enough dynamite to light up the night. They were on their way to rig the explosives on one of Candyman’s large storehouses—the prearranged distraction. Afterwards, if all went according to plan and the ambush was successful, Nine and Joe would meet them back here, grab Wendy, and possibly Sergeant Hash and Diane’s friend, Nadia. Together they’d meet up with Tony and Diane at the trucks full of Orosco’s people and whoever else, and then drive the hell out of New Cleveland.

“That all sounds great… if you trust that creepy-crawly guy. Where did you find this Taven again?”

“He found me,” Tony said, shifting uncomfortably. “Don’t worry about him. He’ll do his part. That much I trust.”

“And he’s just going to disappear into the night after everything goes ‘boom’?” Diane said.

Tony frowned. “I don’t care what he does or where he goes. As long as we’re done with this fucking place after tonight, Taven can go find someone else to help him with his shady plans.”

“Shady is right,” Diane said. She stopped applying the face paint for a moment, then said, “You know who he reminds me of… don’t you?”

“What’s that?”

“Remember that freak, Walter?”

Tony quickly changed the subject. “We should just stay focused on our part. Let me worry about Taven, okay?”

Diane gave him a questionable look, then nodded.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you at the meeting… about Nine and the explosives. I didn’t want you distracted.”

“I get it,” she said. “I just hope that idiot doesn’t blow everybody up on the way.”

Tony laughed.

“I’m more concerned about the others. Wendy’s late as hell. Shouldn’t she be here by now?”

“Yeah,” Tony said. “I’m worried, too. But we still got another hour before shit starts. We’re just going to have to trust that she’ll make it by then. There’s no going back now.”

“And if she doesn’t make it… what then?”

Tony shook his head. “She’ll be here. She has to be.” That was all he would say on the matter. “What about your friend on the inside? Nadia?”

Diane looked away and nodded. “Yeah… she’s a friend. You don’t have to worry about that.”

“How much did you tell her… you know… about the plan?”

Diane gave him a cross look. “She’s knows enough. I couldn’t keep it from her. She’s risking a lot trying to locate Hash and get him here.”

Tony nodded. “Fair enough.”

“She told me that if she can’t get to him, or if something goes wrong, not to wait for them. Said if she didn’t make it that she was already fucked and that we should get the hell out of here before Candyman makes her talk… and she eventually will.” Diane looked around the old children’s water park and sighed. “It bothers me that she isn’t here already.”

“Do you believe she’s in trouble?” Tony said.

“I don’t know. All I know is that she’s saved my ass already and I owe her big time. If she has been caught, it’s probably better this way. I’d rather not know.”

Tony put a big hand on her shoulder. “We’re taking big risks now… at big costs. Anything could go wrong. That’s why we must do our part, Diane. We can’t afford to fail on our end.”

She looked at the big man. To her, Tony had changed a lot, they all had. He was much more calculating now. Before New Cleveland, Tony would’ve never considered leaving anyone behind. But he’d seen his share of death in the fight pits and had to perform unspeakable acts to stay alive, and by doing so, getting them all to this moment where they had a chance to escape.

“What is it?” he said, noticing her long stare.

“Nothing,” she lied.

“Come on, out with it.”

“I’m just wondering how much more we might lose tonight… you know… the kind of loss that keeps us up at night.”

Tony sighed. “When we get out of here, I know we’ll all have some healing to do. This place—everything that it represents and what it’s made us all do to survive—will take time to recover from… but we will.”

“And what is New Cleveland going to make us do at the trucks, Tony?”

Tony picked up a crowbar from Taven’s weapon stash. He gave Diane a hard look and finished, “We’re going to kill whoever stands in our way, Diane… for our friends… our family. Can you do that?”

The hunter picked up a crossbow she’d pre-loaded. She’d get one shot with it before having to resort to blunt weapons. She locked eyes with Tony, and answered, “Yes. I’m going to kill every one of those fuckers at the trucks. Not because I want to… but because I have to.”

Tony nodded. He turned and started going through their inventory of weapons again. “It’s okay, you know,” he told her.

“What is?”

“It’s okay… to ‘want’ to kill them. I know I do.”

Diane stared at the big man’s back for a long time.


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“…But sometimes, we discover friendship in the strangest situations…”


“You look a little flush,” Nadia said, as Diane entered her trailer, a little winded, and sat down. The tall blond sat beside her. “You weren’t gone very long. Tell me the jacket wasn’t a prelude to Nine breaking up with you.” She shook her head. “Men like to do stupid shit like that. They think a kind gesture, or a gift softens the blow and makes them look better for being the bad guys.”

“No,” Diane said. “Nothing like that.” She gave Nadia a probing glance.

“What?” she said. “Why are staring at me like that?”

“No more bullshit,” she started. “You know more than you pretend to know. Like Nine, for example. You knew before I told you, that we were together. You must have known. Just like you probably know a lot about me and my friends. And yet, you just sat there when I showed you the jacket, acting like it was big surprise who it come from.”

Nadia looked stunned. She gave Diane an equaling probing glance. “What brought this on? I thought we were friends before you left this trailer a short while ago. Now… now you’re acting like I did something wrong?”

Diane shook her head. “I’m just… well… I’m just short on time. In a few hours from now, everything’s going to change, and I need to know that I can really trust you.”

Nadia rose and crossed her arms in front of her chest. “I see,” she said. “You think I’m working for ‘the man’ and pumping you for information, that it?”

“I don’t know,” Diane answered honestly. “I don’t want to believe that, but you are sleeping with the leader of this place.”

“Fuck you, Diane.” Nadia turned and started to pace. “If I haven’t earned your trust by now, especially after last night, then I probably never will.”

“You do know more. I know you do.”

“Yeah, maybe I do,” Nadia spat. “You don’t sleep with the leader of New Cleveland and not hear things. But that doesn’t mean I don’t care about you, or what happens to your friends. In fact, I went out of my way to avoid talking to you about them just so you wouldn’t stare at me like you’re doing now! So, I played stupid about the details. So what? That doesn’t make me any less your friend. Maybe I just wanted you to tell me what you felt comfortable telling me. That way, you never had to question my loyalty.”

“I want to believe that,” Diane said with a heavy sigh.

“But you don’t want to risk your friend’s lives on it,” Nadia finished.

Diane nodded.

Nadia started to calm down. “That’s fair. You’re still a bitch for confronting me like this, but I do understand.” She sat back down. “You’re not the only one taking risks here, you know. I’ve made myself vulnerable opening up to you, too.”

“I know you have,” Diane said. “That’s why I’m doing this now.”

“You mean interrogating me?”

“Call it what you want,” Diane said. “But I have to know what this is between us.”

Nadia leaned back and laughed. “What you lack in social graces you certainly make up for in your no-bullshit attitude. But it still hurts to have a friend question your motives.”

“I know.” Diane looked away.

“Go ahead, then. Ask me what you must. I can’t guarantee I’ll satisfy your suspicions.”

“How much do you know about me and my friends?” Diane pushed.

Nadia sighed. “I know you’ve all been meeting out in the open, as often as you can… just like today. Candyman knows that, too. He’s not stupid… and he certainly doesn’t need me to tell him with the number of eyes he has on you and your friends. I also know that you deliberately kept that from me, when you shared some of that note you found in your jacket.”

Diane stared.

“Come on,” Nadia said, disbelievingly. “It was written all over your face. As soon as you started reading it, you couldn’t wait to put that letter away, acting like I might dare ask you more about it. So, I didn’t. But I knew what it was then, and I still helped you.”

“Yes, you did,” Diane admitted. “But I know how clever you are, too.”

“That’s right, you do,” Nadia added sarcastically. “That’s why as soon as you left, I sent my escorts to follow you to your little lunch meeting, so they could listen in like flies on the wall.”

Diane raised her eyebrows. “Now who’s being the bitch?”

“Well, you got that one right,” Nadia said. “Guilty as charged.”

Diane smiled. “What else do you know?”

“Does it matter?”


Nadia shook her head. “Okay. I know about your map beneath the mattress and how every time you go out, you scout the area, looking for every possible avenue to escape New Cleveland.”

Diane said nothing.

“It’s sitting right next to that home-made knife of yours. You know, the one you’ve considered smuggling into Candyman’s trailer some night, hoping to get a chance at slitting his throat.”

Diane tensed up.

Nadia laughed. “Oh, come on! Seriously? As soon as you left me here, first thing I did was snoop around your place to find out what I could about you. The mattress is the first place anyone would look to find something hidden.”

“Why would you do that?”

She stared at her like she was the biggest idiot. “Because, like you, I also have trust issues!” She averted her eyes. “And… I may have revealed too much about how I feel concerning you… at least… to myself.”

Diane felt blindsided. “You mean…”

“Yeah, you harsh bitch! Are you happy now? Do I need to spell it out for you?”

The hunter didn’t know what to say. “I… I didn’t suspect that. I mean… you and I being women…”

“Oh, just shut up!” Nadia hissed. “You’re just making an awkward situation much worse. I knew you didn’t feel the same about me. I knew you had a ‘man’. But that didn’t change the way I felt.”

“Tell me what to say?”

Nadia laughed. “Damn… you sound just like a man.”

Diane laughed.

“Don’t flatter yourself,” Nadia chimed in. “That wouldn’t necessarily make you the ‘alpha male’ in our hypothetical relationship.”

This made Diane shift uncomfortably.

“That was joke.”


Nadia sighed. “So… there you go. My big embarrassing secret’s out. Although, honestly, the signs were all there, girlfriend.”

“I guess… I guess I’m out of practice?” Diane gave her a puzzled face.

This made Nadia crack up. She covered her mouth to keep from being too loud.

Diane smiled, feeling a little more at ease.

Nadia calmed down. “You wanted to know my motives… my agenda? That’s it.”

“But you know we can’t… I mean… I can’t-”

“No shit,” Nadia interrupted. “We’ve covered that already. All I’m saying is that my feelings for you are… genuine. Everything else I’ve done, revealed or kept to myself, has just been my failed attempts to get you to… care about me, too.”

“I believe you,” Diane said. After an uncomfortably uneasy and equaling confusing few moments, she added, “I do care about you… just not in that way.

Nadia smiled. “So, I guess a little light petting is out of the question?”

Diane rolled her eyes. “Stop.”

“Although I wouldn’t object to some hard-core girl-on-girl tongue action below the waist.”

Diane gave her a disbelieving look, her face turning three-shades of red. “Please… quit it!”

Nadia had to cover her mouth again as she fell back and rolled on her side of the bed and laughed.

Diane immediately moved over as far as she could without falling off the edge. “This was not the conversation I expected… at all.”

This just made Nadia laugh harder.

Diane stood up and glared at her.

“Sorry,” Nadia said, sitting up and finally calming down. “I couldn’t help it.”

“Okay.” Diane took a deep breath. “Now that we’ve… I don’t know what you want to call it… established our feelings for one another, I’ve made a decision.”

Nadia looked excited. “About the light petting or the carpet munching?”

Diane closed her eyes. God, please kill me now.

“My bad,” Nadia said, barely keeping herself from losing it again. She raised her hand. “I mean it this time. I’ll behave… unless you want me to be… bad.”

The hunter glared at her.

Nadia said no more. But her coy eyes spoke volumes.

Diane attempted to move on. “I’m going to trust you.”

Nadia’s face turned from playful to mildly disappointed. “Okay. What does that mean now?”

Diane gave her a long, hard look before continuing. “It means that me and my friends are about to do something very dangerous tonight… and I’m going to need your help.”

The tall blond got serious. She sat straight up and said, “What do you mean by ‘dangerous’?”

“We’re getting out of here, Nadia. And if you care about me like you say you do, then you’ll help me.”

“When you say ‘we’… you mean-”

“All of us,” Diane corrected. “You and me… and my friends.”

“Out there?” she said. “I can’t do that!”

“Why not?”

Nadia shook her head at her. “Look at me! Do I look like someone who’d last five minutes on the outside?”

Diane smiled and said with complete confidence, “Yes. You do.”

Nadia was beaming.

“In fact,” the hunter continued, “I believe you’d do better than most outside these walls. There’s a strength in you to do whatever you had to do in here to survive… and I’m telling you… you can survive out there, too.”

“With you, and your friends?”


Nadia stared at her and sighed. She smiled and said, “My God, you just make it hard for me to say ‘no’.”

“Will you help us, then?”

Nadia looked down into her lap, then back up at the hunter. “What do you need me to do?”

“Like I said, it’s going to be dangerous.”

“I don’t care about that,” Nadia dismissed. “It’s always dangerous in here. Just tell me… how can I help?”

“I’ll need two things.”

“Name it,” the tall blond said, rising to her feet.

“First, I need you to find someone for me. One of my friends.”

Nadia nodded. “You’re mean the sergeant?”


“I know where he is.”

Diane’s eyes lit up. “Can we get to him?”

“No,” Nadia said. “We can’t. But I can.” She stepped forward. “Let me get him out for you. Then you’ll know I meant everything I said.”

Diane hesitated. Finally, she said, “Okay. But you need to be careful. I… I don’t want you to get hurt.”

Nadia smiled. “You’re getting better at this.”

“At what?”

“Being the man?”

“Stop it.”

“Sorry. What else do you need?”

Diane smiled. “A make-up case, preferably with a lot of white face paint.”

Nadia gave her a puzzled look. “O-kay. That one’s easy. I can have that to you in an hour. How about you ‘paint’ the rest of this strange picture for me and tell me what the hell’s about to happen?”

“Sit down,” Diane said. “This will take a few minutes.”

“I’m getting excited again,” Nadia teased.

“I didn’t mean that!” Diane said.


“…Other times, we meet friends who bring out something in ourselves we never knew was there…”


“Where the hell have you been?”

Joe ran a hand through a lock of blue hair, throwing it back away from her defiant eyes. “Sorry, Dad, I didn’t know I had to have your approval for my every action.”

Nine briefly considered grabbing the punk girl by the back of her hair and dragging her back to the pavilion. “I told you to come right back here. If Asshole Mike had seen you-”

“I know, I know. I was careful. I took the long way back around,” she said. The girl kept playing with the collar of her new mercenary jacket. “It’s a little big for me,” she said, regarding the green coat, “but I like it. What do you think?”

“What?” Nine said, distracted and confused by the change in conversation. He scanned the area around the Black Jack tables.

“The jacket,” Joe said. “Your girlfriend gave it to me in the trade. I think I made out alright.”

Nine glared at her. “That’s all you have to say? Tell me what happened?”

“I did what you said and delivered the jacket,” she said. “Had a hard time finding her. You didn’t tell me your girlfriend was a dude.”

Again, Nine was confused. “A ‘dude’? What the hell does that mean?”

“First, I thought you forgot to tell me Diane was blond. I found the woman in the fancy dress, just like you said, but then I realized it wasn’t her.”

“Blond-haired woman? Diane’s not blond.”

“I figured that out, genius,” Joe said. “Then Diane, dressed like some dude, followed me through the crowd. I was about to run off… but then I saw her hair and realized ‘she’ was the ‘dude’.”

Nine shook his head. “Okay. So, you’re telling me Diane was dressed in some kind of disguise, and that there was a blond woman with her?”

“Man, you ask a lot of questions. Yeah. A tall woman. She was attractive-as-hell, too.”

“Okay, did Diane say anything about the tall woman after you gave her the jacket?”

“No. She just wanted me to tell you that she loved you… mushy shit like that.”

Nine nodded. “Well… I think she told us about the tall woman. It’s her friend on the inside.”

Joe sighed. “If you knew that already, then why are you asking all these pointless questions?”

“I had to make sure she wasn’t being watched,” Nine said, and then added with a glare, “And that my runner was being followed or detained afterwards. You had me worried.”

“Sorry,” she said, averting her eyes. “I had… things to do… before coming back.”

“Did you steal anything?”

“No,” she lied. “Okay… maybe a little.”

Nine shook his head at her. “Doesn’t matter now. Lots of things are happening… and I’m just glad I found you first.”

“This is about your little lunch meeting?” Joe said.

“Yeah,” Nine said.

“What’s wrong? You look… weird.”

Nine stared at the girl long enough to make her feel uncomfortable, then said, “I’ve been trying to find a way to keep you out of what’s going down tonight. But I don’t trust you to stay out of trouble… so… you’re coming with me.”

“Where are we going?”

“You and I are meeting up with my friends later tonight. I’m going to need your special skill set for what happens after.”

Joe looked intrigued. “Late night? You mean, past curfew?”

“Yep. Do you know where Splash Landing is?”

Joe’s face went pale. “Why the hell would you want to go there? That place is haunted. Everyone knows that.”

“That’s why we’re going there,” Nine said. “It’s the perfect place to have a secret meeting where no one will be watching.”

Joe shifted her feet. “Fuck that. I’m out.”

“Language,” Nine scolded.

Joe rolled her eyes.

“Anyway. We won’t be there long. We’re picking up… a package… then headed off with my friend’s contact to another place… to deliver ‘said’ package.”

Joe laughed. “You suck at this whole ‘cryptic’ speaking thing. Why don’t you just tell me what you’re talking about?”

“Not here. Too many eyes and ears.”

“Are we about to do something… dangerous?” Joe’s face lit up.

Nine laughed. “You’d like that?”

“Hell yeah! This place is boring as shit.”

Nine stared up toward the sky. “The kids today,” he told no one. “Anything for a quick thrill.”

Joe stared up. “Who you talking to?”

“Doesn’t matter,” Nine said. He smiled at her. “If it’s something dangerous and exciting you’re after, then I have just the place for you.”

“I’m down with that,” she said. “Just not that creepy haunted place.”

“How would you feel about going ‘out there’?” He nodded toward the closest wall surrounding New Cleveland.

“You serious?”

“Yeah. Me and my friends are leaving this boring-ass town. That’s what’s going down after tonight.”

A mixture of excitement and fear crossed the young girl’s face. To Nine, she had the look of someone
reliving her own haunted experience.

“What’s the matter?” he said.

“My parents… they died just outside those walls.”

“I’m sorry,” Nine said. “I didn’t know.”

She nodded. “They fought like hell to get us here. Thought this place was going to save the damn day. They were wrong.”

Nine felt for the girl. He put a hand on her shoulder. “Yeah… I’m sure lots of people came here and thought the same thing. When you’re desperate, anywhere there’s people, especially in a place like this with walls surrounding it… seems safe.”

She nodded, then lowered her head, letting her hair fall back over her face to hide fresh tears… but old ones. “I watched them die,” she said. “I was afraid. I didn’t know what to do when the monsters came. The Lunatics gunned them all down… eventually. But they came out of nowhere. My parents, they shoved me under our piece-of-shit car. I heard them scream… saw their bodies fall to the ground right next to me. My mother… my mother turned to me, even while they tore her apart, and put her finger to her mouth, telling me to stay quiet… so the monsters wouldn’t see me there.”

Nine swallowed hard. He pulled the girl close to him and knelt in front of her. He brushed Joe’s blue hair out of her face and wiped the tears of her cheek with his thumb. “You don’t have to tell me the rest. I know it hurts.”

She wouldn’t look at him. “I just remember my mother’s eyes. They were so… full of terror… she was looking right at me when she died. I saw the light go out… and then she was gone.”

“Look at me,” Nine said.

Joe raised her head and saw tears streaming down his face.

Nine opened his arms.

Joe started to sob and reach out for him.

Nine embraced her. “It’s okay now. I understand,” he whispered. “I’ve seen my friends… my family… I’ve seen them die, too. It’s not easy out there—It’s not easy anywhere anymore.”

“I want to go home,” she said through tears. “Can you take me home?”

Nine’s heart went out to her. “Damn,” he said, wiping the tears out of his own eyes. “You’re killing me, kid.”

“I hate this place,” she said. “There’s nothing here… nothing to remind me of… them.”

“I hear you,” he said. “It’s… it’s not right… this place is just not right.”

“Are the… are the monsters still out there?”

Nine didn’t know how to respond. So, he told her the truth. “Yeah. Those monsters are still out there… but they’re not everywhere. Me and my friends… we’ve learned to fight against them… together.” He paused, then added, “I want you to come with me. You can be part of my new family. I promise, they’re really great. We look out for each other.”

She nodded in his arms. “Sounds nice. You think they’ll like me?”

Nine laughed. “Oh, you’ll fit right in. Trust me.”

Joe said nothing for a while, then added, “Can you… will I be able to go home?”

“Maybe,” Nine said. “Anything’s possible once we get the hell out of here.”

“I know… I know it isn’t really ‘home’ anymore,” Joe said. “I’m not the stupid, terrified girl I used to be… like on that day. I know there won’t be anyone… I just need to see it. Maybe get a few things so I can remember my parents’ faces again.”

Nine frowned. “Yeah… maybe we can do that.” He felt the girl’s arms tighten around his shoulders.

He thought about his dead brother and his own parents. Nine struggled to remember their faces.


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An hour before noon, Nine was feeling anxious. The pavilion casino had been busy this morning, keeping him tied down to the tables while trying to make arrangements for Tony who had surprised him by showing up in the middle of one of his Black Jack games. To make matters worse, his new runner girl hadn’t checked back in and he still needed to work things out with Asshole Mike who seldom met with anyone during his own games.

Fortunately, he caught up with the jerk between matches as he approached the card shark sitting at one of his favorite poker tables.

“I told you not to come over here anymore,” Mike said, not bothering to turn around. “I thought I made that clear.”

Nine smiled. “Just came over to settle matters, like we talked about last night.”

Mike feigned ignorance. “What are you talking about?”

“Oh, you know, all those winnings I promised you. But hey, if you can’t be bothered about that right now, we’ll just consider our deal null and void.” Nine shrugged his shoulders and started to turn.

“Wait,” Mike said with annoyance. He finally turned around and glared at him. “I didn’t forget. I guess I should thank you that I didn’t have to track you down… and I would’ve… eventually.”

“You’re very welcome,” Nine said with a mock bow.

“I didn’t thank you yet, did I?” Mike added, with a condescending smile.

Nine shook his head and laughed. “I love our little conversations. They’re what give my worthless existence meaning… and I mean that.”

Mike laughed. “Okay, wise guy. Let’s get this over with. I’ve got a game pending.”

“I’ve talked with your… I don’t know what you want to call him… your broker?” Nine said. “And I’ve already signed over my winnings. You can verify that at your leisure.”

“Of course,” Mike said. “And since I knew that already, you didn’t have to bother me at all.”

“We’ve still have the other matter to settle.”

“What matter is that?”

Nine sighed. He’s going to make everything painfully difficult… on purpose. “The girl?” he reminded him. “You know, the one you agreed to sell me?”

“Oh… that matter,” Mike said, losing interest. He turned back to his table. “We’ll get back to that later.”

“I’d rather we work it out now,” Nine said. “Especially since she’s staying with me now.”

Mike laughed. “That’s an interesting way to talk about my property. I don’t think I like it.”

Nine was losing patience. “Just name your price, asshole. The girl’s worthless to you. All that bad-luck-as-a-runner shit and all. What do you want for her?”

Mike deliberately waited, then finally answered, “I don’t know. Maybe I like the fact that you want something I have… and can’t have it. It’s kind of amusing.”

“But there’s no profit in ‘amusing’,” Nine reminded him. “At least, not in casino terms. Come on, man, I know you’ve already thought about this. Stop proving to me how annoying you are. You win. What do you want for the girl?”

“Wow, she must really be something in the sack. I’m not into the kiddie crap myself, but to each their own.”

Nine’s face darkened. “Say that again, and we’ll go back to having a less civil conversation.”

Mike turned and saw that he’d pushed too far. He smiled and raised his hands. “Okay, tough guy. Don’t want to get you all riled up again over the runner girl. You’re right. She’s not worth it. I’ll let you have her for, say, seventy percent of your cut. And I’m not talking about your winnings to date… that’s shit’s already mine.”

Nine shook his head. “That’s ridiculous. That would essentially mean that I work for you.”

“I like the sound of that,” Mike said. “Maybe you’re not so stupid, after all.”

Nine rolled his eyes. Fuck it. Just make the damn deal. “Alright,” he said. “Seventy percent.”

“Wow, you folded faster than I thought. Maybe I don’t want someone like you working for me. How the hell did you ever win games with that give-up attitude anyway?”

“You’ve already won this stupid game,” Nine said. “So, why don’t you just stop wasting both of our time. I said I’d take the deal.”

“Eighty percent, and the girl’s yours,” Mike countered with a wicked smile.

“Go fuck yourself,” Nine said, starting to turn.

“Alright, alright, I was just messing with you,” Mike said. “Even I wouldn’t rake someone over the coals like that. I just wanted to see how much she was really worth to you.”

“Not that much,” Nine lied, already ahead of the asshole’s game. “Sixty percent.”

“I said seventy. Take it or leave it.”

“Sixty… and I never set foot near your poker tables again,” Nine said. “That’s a deal you can’t refuse.”

Mike laughed. “You know what. You’re absolutely right! I’ll take that deal.”

“Then it’s settled,” Nine said. “Sixty percent of my cut from here on out, and I’ll never have to see your smug face again.”

“We’ll finalize it tomorrow,” Mike said.

“Why tomorrow?”

“Relax. She can stay with you until then. I don’t give a shit. I’m not in the practice of making such quick deals. Sometimes it’s good to sleep on it. Hell, in your case-”

“Watch it.”

Mike laughed. “What I mean is, hasty deals are bad business. If you still feel the same about the girl in the morning, after you’ve had time to consider what you’re giving up, then I’ll gladly seal the deal. I just don’t want to hear you whining later about how I ripped you off. Think it over first. That way, we both can feel good about it. And I’ll be able to say that I allowed you plenty of time to reconsider.”

Nine shook his head. “Fine. But if you fuck me over tomorrow, I’ll make your life a living hell and come over to pester you every… damn… day. I promise you that.”

“Oh, I believe it. The deal’s sound. I won’t be changing my mind. It’s you I’m worried about. Come back tomorrow morning, for the last fucking time, and we’ll settle it.”

Nine nodded. “Okay, then. Tomorrow morning.”

Asshole Mike had already turned his back toward him as a new poker game was about to begin.

What a fucking dick, he thought, walking off. May your chair legs break, and as you fall over and crack your fat skull, I hope that poker table collapses on top of you!


Tony forced a smile for the benefit of his anxious friends sitting at the picnic table. To his right, Wendy tried to remain calm and collected, folding her hands to keep them from shaking while her legs twitched beneath the table. To the exhausted gladiator, the young woman’s eyes made her seem much older than her years, haunted by everything they all had been through since the attack on the underground compound, which felt like a hundred years ago. Nine and Diane seemed more interested in each other as they sat close across the table, stealing glances at one another like two lovers once locked in a long-distance relationship until finally making contact. Nine kept playing with Diane’s hair with his free hand while holding her left hand in his beneath the table as if it were permanent. Tony was amused by their new openness with each other, remembering the distance Diane insisted they maintain when they were out on the road. But now, they acted as if they might not see the other again in this life. Tony averted his eyes and frowned at the thought. They’ve been through so much shit, more than anyone should, he concluded. As good as it felt to be with friends, Tony couldn’t help feeling the absence of the rest of their former group: Matthew, Olivia, Mark, Hash… and even Alysa. He quickly forced the last from his thoughts.

Tony laughed lightly, making them all stare. “Sorry,” he said. “It’s just been… well… it’s good to be with friends, especially in this place.”

Wendy smiled up at him and placed a hand on the big man’s shoulder. “It’s good to see you, too, Tony.”

“How have you been?” Diane asked.

Tony smiled at her concerned face, which translated her question into ‘You look like you’ve been through hell. How are the accommodations down there?’

“I’ve been better,” he answered honestly. “But… like the rest of you… I’ve been taking it one day at a time. We’re all still here, together, that’s what counts.”

“Well, not all of us,” Wendy said, averting her eyes. She removed her hand and placed it back on the table.

“Yeah,” Tony said with a nod. “I know. I think of them, too.”

“Well, I’m still here,” Nine chimed in, attempting to lighten the mood. “We all know that’s what really matters since I’m the brains of this outfit.”

They all laughed.

Diane shot him a look and shook her head.

Nine nodded. “I know… I know… I just wanted to hear it for old time’s sake.”

“Nine?” she smiled.

“Yes, my love?”

The others all said it together. “Shut up!”

“There it is!” Nine said, smiling like an idiot. “I needed that. More than you know.”

The others laughed.

“I hate to be the kill-joy,” Tony injected, “but we haven’t got a lot of time. So, I’m just going to get to it.”

The others waited.

“We’re getting out of here tomorrow. Before dawn.” He let the gravity of his words sink in.

The others stared in shock at the big man, and then at each other.

Tony smiled. “Of course, we won’t just be walking out the front door… as much as I wish that were the case. But we are leaving.”

They waited.

“My contact has located Orosco and his people. They’re getting shipped out on a truck convoy at dawn, headed for Mosquito Creek.”

“So, the rumors are true, then?” Wendy said. “Candyman’s been trafficking people to those monsters?” They’d all heard the whispers before. Herbie had first suggested the possibility, and in the two weeks since, they’d all heard similar stories circulating around town, whispered about in secret, but never spoken out loud in the wrong circles… not unless you wanted to suddenly disappear like so many other citizens of New Cleveland.

“Yes,” Tony said. “It’s all true. One devil has made some kind of deal with another… and our friends are right in the middle of it.”

“Well, I guess it’s good news that Orosco’s people are even alive,” Diane said. “I was starting to believe they were long gone.”

Tony nodded. “I was feeling the same way. So, yeah, that’s something.”

“I assume that when you say, ‘We’re leaving’, that it’s not going to be easy,” Nine said.

“No, it’s not. But there’s a plan,” Tony said. “I have the location of those trucks, and some weapons. We’re going to intercept them… and drive the hell out of this fucked-up town.”

“What about Mark and Hash? Did you find them, too?” Diane said.

Tony frowned, letting his shoulders sag. “Sadly, I did not. I haven’t heard anything about either of them.”

“Well, we just can’t leave without them,” Nine said.

“I’ve… I think I’ve found Mark,” Wendy chimed in. She had their complete attention. She looked like she was on the verge of tears. “Without getting into the details… I believe he was auctioned off to one of the murder shops in town.”

“Fuck me,” Nine whispered.

“Go on,” Tony urged.

Wendy nodded. “Herbie made arrangements for the two of us to visit one of those sadistic dens. We we’re going there tonight to confirm… well… I think he’s dead.” She ran her arm across her eyes to wipe the tears away. Saying the words out loud made Mark’s death… real.

Diane put her hand over her mouth, a look of shock on her face.

“Are you certain of this?” Tony pressed.

Wendy nodded. “I’ve been trying to deny it, but it all adds up. In my bones I know he’s there. Whether or not he’s… well… that’s what me and Herbie are going to find out. Call it closure, but I can’t leave this place until I know what happened. But I believe Mark is gone.” She wept openly now.

Tony put a big arm around the girl’s shoulders and drew her in close. “Okay,” he gently said. “Just… let it out. I can tell you’ve needed to.”

Wendy nodded and buried her face in Tony’s shoulder.

Tony closed his eyes and shook his head. He turned to Diane. “I don’t know about Hash,” he said. “But we all know what Candyman wanted to do with him. His debt wasn’t paid, even if ours was covered by the auction.”

“So, we just give up on him, then?” Diane said, her frustration evident.

Tony looked at her sadly. “Diane, I’m sorry. I just don’t know how to find him. And if the good sergeant is alive, Candyman’s got him in some secure place… one we can’t reach. I’ve wrestled with this, night after night, telling myself that when the time came to get the rest of you the hell out of here, whether we found Orosco, Mark, Hash… that I’d take it. And that time has come.”

“So, we sacrifice some to save the rest,” Nine said sadly. “Seems a shitty end to things.”

“It is,” Tony admitted. “But we don’t have time for anything more. Finding Orosco’s people still alive was something I was prepared to give up on. But now we know they’re still here… and they are out of time.”

Diane nodded. “So, we save who we can… now… and we’ll just have to live with the rest?”

“Yes,” Tony said. “That’s all we have left.” He took them all in and continued, “Seeing you all here, now, I’m reminded of our present state. You know what I’ve had to do to stay alive in this hell-hole, and that’s something I’ll live with for the rest of my days. But I can’t do it anymore. The killing for sport… the blood on my hands… it’s too much. I’m spent. And it looks to me like the rest of you are getting close. We need to get out of here before this town destroys us from the inside out.”

Wendy pulled back and tried to compose herself.

“I’m sorry for Mark,” he told her. “I think you should definitely find out what happened, as long as it’s safe to do so.”

“Believe it or not,” Wendy said. “Herbie’s been… helpful. He’s on our side, in his own way. He’s done more than you know to keep me safe.”

Tony nodded. “Okay, then. I may not trust the man, but I trust you, Wendy. You do what you have to… but we’re still leaving before dawn.”

She nodded.

“So, what’s the plan?” Nine said.

The big man nodded. “We’re going to meet at Splash Landing to the west of the fight pits. It’s an old kid’s water playground now nothing more than a swamp. We’ll go over the details once we meet up there and get armed up. To the north of that creepy place is an old parking garage where the trucks holding our friends will be. That’s where they plan to depart New Cleveland… and we’re going to be there to take those trucks by force. We will have the element of surprise… and believe me… they will be surprised.” Tony’s eyes lit up. “It’s going to be the last time I kill in this fucking town… and whoever’s there to stop us, they’re going to regret it.”

Nine nodded. He’d seen that look in Tony’s eyes before. No one needed a pending storm to convince them of the destruction it promised.

Tony turned to Diane. “I’ll need you there, hunter,” he said. “I can’t do it without you. Will it be difficult to sneak away?”

She shook her head. “No, I’ll be there,” she said. “I’ve been mapping out this town for some time now and I know where Splash Landing is. Just point me to the weapons when I arrive and then get out of my damn way.”

Tony laughed. “That’s the woman I know.”

She flashed her best defiant smile, hoping she hid the doubts warring in her thoughts. She had no idea what would happen once she visited Candyman’s trailer this evening, or if she’d even survive that next encounter. And then she remembered Nadia and felt a little better about her odds. An idea struck her then. Her face lit up.

“Something else?” Tony said, noticing her look.

“It’s about Hash,” she said. “I’ve… well… I’ve made a friend on the inside. Someone who might be able to locate him… if he’s alive.”

“Can you trust this friend?” Tony said.

“Yes,” she said with a smile. It was the first time she’d answered with confidence, resolving her own unspoken doubts about the tall, blond woman. “If anyone can find out where he is, my friend can. She’s already saved my life, just last night. I believe she’ll help us.”

Nine gave her a concerned look that she tried to ignore.

“Okay,” Tony said. “You do what you can for Hash. But with or without him, I need you there. Is that understood?”

Diane frowned feeling the weight of Tony’s words. “I understand,” she said. She started to rise. “I should head back. I’ve got a lot to figure out before tonight.”

Tony nodded. “We’ll go over the details of the ambush when I see you next.”

“‘Ambush’,” Nine said, rising with Diane. “Sounds like an optimistic word tagged to something really dangerous.”

Tony laughed and said with confidence, “They won’t know what hit them when we’re finished. I promise you that. Don’t worry.”

Nine nodded with a smile. He turned to Diane, looking like he wanted to explode with concern, then closed his eyes and nodded. “Be safe,” he told her, pulling her close. “I sense we have a lot to catch up on once we’re on the other side of these wall.”

She smiled and kissed him on the lips. “Look at that, you’re actually right for once,” she teased.

He laughed.

Diane stared into his tired face. He’s trying so hard to let me go… because he respects me… the real me… and not that barely-dressed weak bitch that Candyman’s trying to turn me into. She appreciated the vote of confidence from her man, who still remembered the hunter he’d fallen in love with.

He looked down at the jean jacket and smiled. “Still fits,” he said.

“Thanks for that, by the way,” she said. “And for… seeing me.”

He gave her a curious look.

“Long story,” she said. “We’ll talk about it after.”

“After,” he agreed. “Don’t lose that jacket again, okay? I don’t even want to get into what I had to do to get that back to you.”

“Sounds like another long story,” she teased. “Nice kid, by the way. She yours?”

“Yeah,” he laughed. “In a manner of speaking. We’ll get to that one later, too.”

They embraced once more.

Diane pulled away abruptly as her eyes started to water. She quickly turned and headed out of the pavilion.

Nine watched her go.

“She’ll be alright, Nine,” Tony said. “She’s stronger than all of us.”

“You got that right,” he said, turning back, and sitting down.

Tony waited until Diane was out of the pavilion. He then leaned in and said, “Wendy, you do what you have to do this evening and then have Herbie get your ass to that rendezvous point. I’m sure he knows the place. Just tell him it’s the last thing he’ll need to do for any of us and that should be sufficient motivation for him.”

Wendy laughed. “Don’t worry. He’ll do it… or I’ll keep making his life a living hell.”

Tony smiled at the girl, then turned to Nine. “After we meet tonight, you won’t be joining us for the ambush.”

“Fuck I won’t!” Nine said. “I may not be the fighter you and Diane are, but I can hold my own.”

“I’m not talking about that,” Tony said. “I need you to do something else. Something I didn’t want to bring up until after Diane left.”

“I don’t like the sound of that.”

“The other part of this ambush plan involves a distraction to reduce the numbers of Lunatics we’ll encounter at the trucks.”

Nine’s eyes went wide. “It’s going to have to be one hell of a distraction.”


“So, what dangerously stupid thing am I about to do?” Nine said with a smile. “Obviously, it’s a good one if you believe Diane would object.”

Tony nodded. “I’ll need her head in the game and not worried about you.”

“Should she be worried?” Wendy said.

Tony sighed heavily. “I think we’re all well past the point where breathing anywhere in this town isn’t dangerous for us.”

“All joking aside, Tony,” Nine said. “Just tell me what you need me to do, and I’ll do it.”

Tony smiled at the young man. “I know. But you’re not going to like it much.”

“I’ve learned to tolerate a lot of things here, my man,” Nine added with a laugh. “In case you haven’t noticed, New Cleveland’s recruited some of the world’s finest assholes to inhabit this wonderful town.”

Tony laughed. “No argument there.” His face grew grave. “How do you feel about explosives?”

Nine’s eyebrows shot up. “Now I understand why you waited. Diane’s gonna love this.”

Tony nodded. “I don’t want to get into details right now, but I’ll need you to set up that distraction and then haul your ass back to Splash Landing, grab Wendy and whoever else makes it, then get the hell to the trucks. Taven’s going to take you to some old theater converted into a store house. That’s the place we’re going to blow up.”

“About this contact of yours,” Wendy chimed in. “How much do you know about Taven?”

Tony gave her a hard look, then said, “I know that he’s got his own agenda, but that’s it’s aligned with our own. If you’re asking if I trust him… well… I trust that he wants us to succeed. It’s in his best interest.”

Wendy nodded. “I guess we’ve all had to take chances with people in this town. I know I wouldn’t still be here without Herbie’s help. Diane’s obviously got someone watching her back, too.”

“I’ve got help, as well,” Nine said. “And someone who’s going to be leaving with us on those trucks.”

They both gave him a curious look.

Nine sighed. “Let’s just say that due to certain circumstances… I’ve recently become the owner of a ten-year-old girl who has a particular skill set suited for sneaking around town. I can’t leave her here. So, she’ll be joining us… if I can find the little runt.”

Tony laughed. “I’m not even going to ask. Bring your new friend but be careful. Once things are set in motion, we’ll have to move… and there won’t be a second chance at getting this right.”

“They’re might be a ‘Plan B’ if we should need it,” Nine said. “Just on the other side of this pavilion is Harper’s Hell Run… you guys know it?”

“Yeah,” Wendy said. “I’ve heard enough bar talk about it. It’s some kind of horrible race involving people fighting their way through an old water ride full of zombies.”

“That’s the one.”

“I’m also familiar with this,” Tony said. “What about it?”

“At the top, there’s a door leading beneath the ride. There’s a staircase there. I believe that’s where they’ve been getting the dead from. It makes sense that there’s gotta be an exit to the outside down there, since no one’s ever seen the dead anywhere else around town.”

“Noted,” Tony said. “Hopefully we won’t need it, but it’s good to have other options.”

“Speaking of options,” Wendy said, “Herbie’s been working on a way to smuggle us out with the vendors that come in and out of town. He’s still ironing out the details, but if we wanted to wait-”

“No,” Tony interrupted. “Orosco and the others will be dead long before then. I know this plan seems crazy and dangerous, but it’s all we have.”

Wendy gave Nine a concerned look.

“And this Taven character… you know for sure that he’s telling you the truth? About Orosco and the others?” Nine pushed. “As far as shady contacts are concerned, from what you’ve told us about him in prior meetings, he seems to know a lot about us and why we’re here. Doesn’t that seem strange to you?”

Tony hesitated; his frustration evident. “I’ll admit, he is… strange. I don’t know how he knows what he knows about us, but he does. He was the one who approached me, and yes, he hasn’t been very forthcoming about much, but I’ve no reason to believe that he’s lying now.”

“I’m not doubting you, Tony,” Nine said. “It’s just that we’ve all been desperately reaching out for anything to give us a little hope. I just want to be sure that we’re not betting all we have on a losing hand. Believe me, I’ve seen some sharks in this place that know how to exploit the ‘hope’ card.”

Tony nodded and let out a heavy sigh. He gave them both a long look. “Aside from Diane and you two, I don’t trust anyone, or anything is this fucked-up town. You’re right, of course. Taven’s shady as hell. I’m sure he’s playing another game like everyone else in this place. Am I betting on him playing it straight with me? No. Like I said, he’s got an agenda. I don’t know who’s playing at this particular table, or the name of the bigger game—it’s all beyond me. But I am betting on what I believe is the winning hand. The fact that Taven knows so much about us, and about Orosco and his people, makes be believe they are still alive. How would he know about them, otherwise? Am I desperate enough to buy into his crazy plan? Hell, yes. But it’s not right for me to place that bet for the rest of you. The stakes are too high. You know I’ve always played it straight with you, and I’m telling you now, I don’t have a sure-fire guarantee that this game won’t go south in a hurry. I’m prepared to take responsibility for that risk, because, shit… we’re slowly dying here anyway. But if you tell me now that you want out, and that you’d rather wait for another option, I won’t hold against you. Either way, we risk everything by going forward with Taven’s plan or staying here until another chance presents itself.”

Nine nodded. “So, we’re not betting on the integrity of the player, or the game, but on the timing of the hand working out in our favor?”

“Precisely,” Tony said.

“My parents always told me that gambling was bad news,” Wendy said with a laugh. “I’ve always hated it—trying to figure out who was bluffing and establishing your own poker face—I was never good at it.” She looked up at Tony. “But I know you, Tony. You hate the game as much as I do. I wouldn’t be alive today if I didn’t take a risk on you. I’m in.”

Tony nodded with a smile. He looked to Nine.

He laughed. “I love that thing you do when we’ve reached another crossroads where you make it seem like the choice is ours after pumping us up with some motivational speech.”

The big man laughed. “Sorry. No speeches this time. I’m way too tired.”

Nine nodded. “Well, I know what Diane would do. She’s always been the risk taker despite the odds. I’ve always had to wait on the numbers behind those odds, and those numbers work in their own time with their own damn agenda.”

Tony shook his head. “I’ll pretend I understand that. You’ve always had a peculiar relationship with digits.”

Nine laughed. “What I do know is that those numbers, when they show up, they’re consistent… like you. I’ve put my trust in them like I’ve put my trust in you, despite any odds… and there’s always risk involved. I know what the ‘odds’ would tell me to do here. They always look for the safest and surest route, the one with the least amount of risk. The trouble with relying upon the odds in an apocalypse is that there’s always risk. And we’ve learned the hard way that ‘safe’ or ‘sure’ doesn’t exist anymore.”

Tony nodded with a big smile. “Who’s giving the motivational speech now?”

“No,” Nine laughed. “No speeches. I’ll just end that by saying that I’m with you. Diane is, too. If she were here, she just would’ve told me to shut up and commit already.”

This made Wendy giggle.

“Thank you both for trusting in me again,” Tony said. “I’ll try not to let you down.”

Wendy put her hand on the big man’s shoulder.

Nine shook his head and started to pout.

Tony rolled his eyes at him. “Something to add?”

“No,” he lied. “Well… I just feel a little ripped off about this whole ‘risking our lives’ thing again.”

“How so?”

“I really wanted my damn motivational speech first,” he said with a wink.

“You really are insufferable sometimes,” Wendy added with a laugh.

Tony shook his head and laughed. He gave them both a tired glance. “We’ve all been through so much shit in this town. So much more pain, and fear, and tears. Every person we’ve met—just another stranger, wearing a clever mask to hide even stranger intentions…”


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