Green Fields Series Box Set | Vol. 2 | Books 4-6

by Lecter, Adrienne

  That was almost as impressive as the aforementioned “maintenance closet” that they’d converted into a lab, complete with what looked damn close to a real biosafety level three, if not level four lab. Dom explained that they’d converted the antenna silos into lab space, building the separate required air control system from scratch. All I could do was gawk. From the outside, of course, because I couldn’t just waltz in there without the necessary gear. Dom seemed mighty proud of their accomplishments, and as I watched the two people inside go about their work, I couldn’t help but feel that old temptation rear its ugly head. Damn, but if they actually managed to get a BSL-4 lab working, the possibilities were endless…

  Except of course for my conviction that all the experiments in the world wouldn’t undo the cataclysmic events that had almost wiped us off the face of the earth.

  “I’d offer you to stay but I’m not keen on rejections, so I’d rather not,” Dom observed dryly as he watched me tear myself away from the observation window.

  “You think I’m stupid for being out there rather than wanting to lock myself in here?” I guessed.

  He took his time answering, and I wondered if that had anything to do with Nate and Wilkes, who’d stepped aside to chat quietly between them, probably to one-up each other with their war stories.

  “I do believe that someone like you could make a difference, but I agree with you that it’s still debatable if we can make a difference at all.”

  His doubt surprised me. “Not sure you’re doing the right thing here?” Through the window, the heap of body parts that the scientists extracted from the various containers looked even more grim than usual.

  Dom gave a grunt that could have meant anything. “I’m a bug guy. Can’t really do much about viruses, you know? But even if I could, I think we’d do much better if we’d try to conserve the scientific advancements of the twenty-first century rather than try to reach for the stars. Ever wonder what will happen in a few years from now when all our vaccinations have worn off? No reason to reinvent the wheel when just manufacturing enough wheels to keep everyone healthy who can still use them is a possibility.”

  That he echoed some of my deeper-seated fears just made me like him even more. “True. So, have you started growing your penicillin garden yet?”

  “What do you think?” he jeered. “We even use some of the fungi and yeasts that we’ve managed to cultivate to make cheese and beer. Beer was actually the first thing we managed to produce ourselves. After the moonshine, of course. Don’t tell me you spent the entire winter sober?”

  “Actually, we did,” I admitted. “Only used the booze we found in houses and stores for cooking and disinfection. I know, how perfectly puritanical of us.”

  “Probably makes a difference if you’re the only one who can science the shit out of something,” he replied, still grinning. “The marines insisted on getting half of the first batch of ethanol for weapon maintenance and cleaning. I think they would have commandeered everything if they’d dared annoy us. The rest our doc and med students needed. Luckily, we had a lot of grain fields to harvest, and for this year we have enough potatoes planted to stock up for at least two full seasons.”

  Wilkes scoffed at that, interrupting his talk with Nate for a second. “The taters are for consumption, kid. Besides, even if you run that distillery of yours day and night, it will be spring again by the time you’re through a quarter of our yield.”

  I couldn’t say that I’d seen a single field out there that could have yielded anything fermentable, but then I hadn’t paid attention to that. And there was the issue with the mines.

  “You really have your operation planned out here,” I observed.

  Dom nodded. “The only advantage when you lock a bunch of smart guys in with a bunch of practical guys. Lots gets done, and that with the least effort possible. Which reminds me. For the future, I should probably print you a map with the possible open vectors of how you get to us. We rotate the mine fields regularly, but once you know what to look for, you can decipher this week’s active plan for yourself. Sounds like we’re all a bunch of conspiracy nuts here, but we already had to use the system twice to make sure no one got any weird ideas.” He taxed me with a considering look. “You’re not getting any weird ideas, right?”

  I was hard-pressed not to grin at him. “Wouldn’t you say that it’s a little late for that concern?”

  “Tamara vouched for you. As did a bunch of other guys,” he said. “Which reminds me. I should probably not tell you, but Brandon Stone wasn’t too keen on having you here. Ethan blabbed on you, apparently, and we got a rather pissed-off memo an hour after our video conference was over. Not that we care, but you should know. You didn’t make any friends when you walked out on that offer to take over their lab. At least not with the management.”

  Ah. That made sense. Stone hadn’t struck me as a particularly unforgiving guy, but he’d hinted at the people who were really in charge of the operation he ran, and they likely hadn’t enjoyed having a possible asset walk out on them. If they’d had people to spare, someone more knowledgeable than Stone would have run the Aurora lab.

  “I think I can live with that,” I said. Dom left it at a shrug, not terribly concerned himself.

  “If you ever change your mind, you’ll always be welcome here. Any of you, really. You can drop by or leave again any time. As long as you don’t screw with us, you’re welcome. We might have agreed to be part of the network because Wilkes is too straight-laced to call himself dictator of his own little state here, but we don’t share their sentiments. If you ever get itchy to put on a hazmat suit and risk your life in there, you’re more than welcome.” When he caught the look of surprise on my face, he laughed. “I get it. They thought they were being gracious for offering you a leadership position, but you’re like me. You’re a researcher. You like to get your hands dirty, not just analyze results but produce them. You’ll probably help us more if you haul over more solar panels so we can enhance our setup, but we have a pretty sweet dig going on here. We don’t have issues with sharing that.”

  “Setup?” That was too good to pass up.

  “Yup,” he replied. “We might have the generators here but they are just for emergency use. We produce all our electricity from solar power and water wheels we set up around the compound. That’s where most of the mines are, really. Our blast doors are heavy enough that if we close them, nothing can happen to us. But the panels are vulnerable and we’ve set up too many of them to guard them all. They’re hidden in clearings in the forest, and recessed in the fields around. Means someone has to check them all the time and clean them, but it’s the easiest solution, really. Two of our more automotive affiliated grunts have started working on a portable model of that. So you could, technically, run cars in tandem mode, using conventional fuels and solar powered batteries. How would you like to extend one tank fill to up to a thousand miles? Provided you don’t get stuck in days of rain, of course.”

  “You sure you’re not building a new utopian paradise in here?” I asked, only joking somewhat.

  Dom shrugged, but I could tell that he was preening inside because of my praise. “We do what we can. Few enough people seem to be interested in trying.”

  That surprised me. “You mean the settlements?”

  “Who else? They’re happy to let someone else lock them away behind their fences and follow every single directive unquestioned,” he complained. “Don’t tell me you’re not damn resentful of how they treat you? They force their rules on you, and then don’t hold up their end of the bargain.”

  I couldn’t help but agree with him, but left it at a grunt. “We were talking with the head of security in Dispatch. She’s trying to enforce new rules. Won’t change much for us, but at least it should keep the traders out of the worst of it.”

  Unlike the people we’d met there, Dom didn’t look too enthusiastic. “You can certainly try to enforce change, but I doubt that it will hold. They might readily send
you out to play fetch for them, but they don’t rely on you. Dispatch is, so far, the only larger town that tries to be independent.”

  “And you?”

  His smile turned lopsided. “We’re not a town. We’re the Silo.”

  Clearly they considered themselves apart from the others, and I couldn’t say I minded much. “Do you get a lot of traffic here?”

  “Not really, but we’re trying to increase it,” he explained. “We’re about done developing our prototype tech, and we need someone to field test it. I get that you probably won’t want to rely on a weapon that’s basically untested, but you might still take it along and use it in a pinch when someone else can cover for you. Same with the electric motors for the cars. We’re still trying to recruit scientists, too, but the drain’s too heavy of late.”

  “Drain?” That sounded ominous.

  Another shrug. “The government seems to have a good recruitment policy. And New Angeles isn’t helping.”

  That name again. “So it’s not just a myth? That place really exists?”

  Dom eyed me quizzically. “Sure it exists. We have a chat with them once a week, if we can sync up satellite connections. They’re just so far out there that everyone who’s attached to the hub around Dispatch won’t make it over to them easily. I think they actually prefer it that way. Scuttlebutt has it that when the government approached them, they closed up their doors and wouldn’t even talk, let alone negotiate. A bunch of weirdos, if you ask me, but they might have something going for them. Who knows? They are very close-mouthed. Last week we had a bunch of scavengers here who came up the coast from there. Didn’t get a single word out of them, but they seemed ready to return any time. Considering that most of you folks are rather reluctant to go anywhere except for Dispatch I’d say they got something worth visiting, if you get antsy out there in the wild.”

  I couldn’t help but glance in Nate’s direction. Somehow, I got the sense that he wouldn’t be too thrilled going there any time soon. But that reminded me of something else that I was burning to know.

  “Do you mind me asking who ‘they’ are? The government, I mean,” I clarified. “So far I’ve only dealt with people who heard something from someone else, and so on. Except for Stone in Aurora, obviously, but I didn’t ask him. He kind of dazzled me with all the intel he was ready to share with me, even though I think most of it is bullshit.”

  I wondered if I’d revealed too much, but Dom’s understanding nod made me relax again.

  “Honestly? I have no clue. We tried finding out more, but they are really closemouthed. There were a few names mentioned, but I can’t even tell you if any of the politicians are still around. We know that the President and Vice President bit it, but that’s it. Lily said she recognized a few names of scientists involved from her year cooperating with USAMRIID, and we’re pretty sure that there are some CDC people involved, but except for that, your guess is probably better than mine.” At my raised brows he said, “You were the one who released Raleigh Miller’s data.”

  “Who was just one scientist of many,” I pointed out. “The more I think about it, the more I feel like my video is the only reason why anyone claims that they are working on a cure. That was his pet project. So much easier to sell than anything else they might be doing.”

  Dom’s face lit up at my gripe. “Ah, I smell a conspiracy theory coming. We have quite a lot of them circulating through the Silo. Hit me with it. Maybe it’s a new one.”

  That annoyed me a little, but then he had mentioned who the base had belonged to before they had taken up residence here. Probably came with the territory.

  “I think they are still fine-tuning their serum,” I said, glancing in Nate’s direction to clarify which experiments I was referring to. “Remember the tech we found? That I mentioned in the video conference. Maybe it’s a little far fetched but one theory is that they are trying to boost the effects, and using tech to lure other zombies to the juiced-up ones.”

  Dom considered that for a moment. “That’s a new one, I have to admit. And don’t hate me for saying this, but it’s standing on rather thin ice. Why would anyone want to boost zombies?”

  I hated that he latched right onto the one weak point of the theory, but he was, of course, right to do so. “I have no fucking clue. And we didn’t find any other stronger super zombies out there, either. Maybe it was just coincidence. We also didn’t go after a streak because we’re not completely suicidal. My only explanation is that something went wrong. Like, they got a stronger version of the serum but the test subjects turned rather than remain stable like the others. Or they were the rejects or something.” That reminded me that, so far, Nate had omitted telling me what had happened with all the people who hadn’t made it through the program. I’d assumed that they’d simply died, but maybe not?

  “And the tech?”

  Nate clearing his throat behind me made me glance back at him. He and Wilkes seemed to have finished their discussion and were ready to join us. “Campbell still has it,” Nate offered. “I’ll talk to him about letting you have a look at it. Or keep it. It’s useless to us as it is. Attracting the fuckers is the last thing we want.”

  “Sure thing,” Dom agreed. “I know a guy or ten who’ll murder over getting his grubby hands on it. Reverse-engineering microwave ovens to turn them into anti zombie ray guns is only so much fun.” At my irritated blinking he shrugged. “I’m not bullshitting you. They really tried doing that last winter. Works well for de-icing the field upstairs, but not much beyond that. We can maybe build a portable version for you so you can get the cars going in the winter more easily?”

  Nate gave him a blank stare for that. “You do realize that once it starts snowing, the roads are a no-go? Just like last year, we’ll find a place to hunker down until the world thaws up once more. Unless we want to switch to dog sleds, and I’m not sure we can find enough food not to have to eat the dogs eventually to prevent starving to death ourselves.”

  He got a somewhat chagrined smile from Dom, while Wilkes laughed. “See what I’m dealing with on a day-to-day basis?” the commander asked. “Brilliant minds, all of them. But they’d be lost without us.”

  I so did not care for the look Nate gave me, even if his smile was pleasant rather than condescending.

  “Like you have anything to complain about,” I told him.

  He shrugged. “I haven’t slept in a normal bed for thirteen months now. I have no idea whatsoever where we will spend the next winter, or how we will prepare for it. And while almost my entire group is lazing away in front of the video wall my false sense of pride makes me continue to stand around here, debating moot points. I’m not even touching the entire topic where you are concerned. But don’t tell me I have nothing to complain about.”

  Wilkes and Dom both seemed to find that incredibly funny, but I didn’t quite see the humor in Nate’s statement.

  “We could have spent more than a single day in Dispatch,” I said. “Considering how much they all fell over each other, singing our praises, they’d likely have left us an entire house for a week, if not a room at the brothel. But you couldn’t get back on the road soon enough.”

  Nate gave me a surprisingly quizzical look. “Too many people.”

  “What?”

  He shrugged. “There were too many people there. Made me uneasy. If Dispatch is the alternative to being out alone on the road, I’d rather fend off zombies with a stick.”

  Only that our sticks mostly went boom. I couldn’t quite deny that the crowds had been not entirely unproblematic.

  “Here still too crowded for you?” I asked, not quite without an edge to my tone, but also hard-pressed not to laugh him in the face.

  Nate’s smile was more knowing than I liked, but then it was probably not hard to guess why I was fishing for information.

  “Unless the good people here want us gone soon…” He paused long enough for Wilkes to shake his head before he resumed. “We can stay a couple days so you can get your
raging science boner on. I’m sure the others will find something to occupy themselves with.”

  “I’m not—“ I tried to protest, but his smirk made me cut off.

  “Bree, you don’t have to decide between us and them. We all can’t change who we really are. Catch up with them. Wow them with your wit and knowledge. Get annoyed because here, contrary to Aurora, you might meet people who are easily your intellectual equals. Maybe that will make you appreciate us grunts again once we’re back out there. Have some fun. You’ve earned it.”

  That sounded too good to be true, but then I wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. “Okay. Just let me know when you get bored. I might have a remedy for that in mind, too.”

  Nate gave me a pointed look before he turned back to Wilkes. “So what was this about weapon mods?”

  Dom and I looked after them as they walked back toward the command center before he gave me a sidelong glance. “Want to see something cool?”

  “Always,” I confided, surprised that I was actually excited about this, whatever it would turn out to be.

  Chapter 20

  We ended up spending four days in the Silo. I’d expected at least some grumpiness from the guys—they might have gotten some much-anticipated attention of the female persuasion in Dispatch, but likely not as much as they’d wanted. Here it was just cursory drills and lots and lots of watching TV and playing console games on the huge screen. As much as they might have complained about the lack of female company—there were a couple of women in the Silo, of course, but none of them keen to get too friendly—entertainment of another kind proved to be a satisfactory substitute. I couldn’t help myself—I spent way too much time in the labs, but made a point of joining my people for breakfast and dinner at the very least. Most of the people here did, unlike the scientists of Aurora, turning the meals into veritable community events. There was no clear separation between the different branches of research and work happening here, but also not to the soldiers. I couldn’t help but feel that if I ever got tired of living on the road, the Silo would make a great alternate home. I wondered if I should broach that subject with Nate, but decided to refrain from it. He was levelheaded enough that he was already thinking about the coming winter, as the talk with Wilkes had proven, and I was sure that he didn’t need my observation to come to the same conclusion.