by Peter Clines
“Production vehicles and trucks. Either of you can tip them and move them into position, giving us solid walls at any gate. Once the facility is sealed, Zzzap can search all of it in an hour. We could have the lot clean and secure in two days time.”
“How do we keep it clean, though? I’ve seen the movies. People could come in infected.”
She shook her head. “There is no evidence the virus can pass except through blood contact. All survivors will be strip-searched for bites or injuries before being allowed to enter.”
I mulled over the idea. “That won’t go over well with a lot of folks.”
“It is necessary. Keeping the Mount clean and free of infection must be our primary concern.”
“And us? Pardon the reference but... who watches the watchmen?”
“You, Zzzap, and Cerberus are all effectively immune since the exes cannot reach your respective bloodstreams. The three of you will observe and examine the rest of us for bites or possible infection.”
I raised an eyebrow. “You’re going to submit to a strip search?”
Stealth tilted her head, and I could feel the icy stare. “I will allow Cerberus to examine as much of my body as she deems necessary. There is no way an attack on my head or face could be hidden.”
“Okay, then,” I said, banishing that set of thoughts. “What do we do if they don’t want to come?”
“You think they will doubt us?”
I looked out at the city. “I think people are doubting everything right now. After a few months of martial law and the walking dead, we’re going to have an uphill battle making them believe anything’s okay.”
“I have no doubt you can convince them they will be completely safe within the Mount,” she said. “The populace of Los Angeles all but worships you as a saint.”
NOW
Epilogue
St. George stood on the water tower and looked out across the darkened city. The sky was getting brighter but the night still held its ground in places. Some of the exes had wandered away, but thousands still mobbed the walls of the Mount. He could hear their teeth echoing in the air.
“I imagine this view was impressive in the years before.”
Stealth stood behind him, one leg raised on the steep cone of the tower’s top.
“It was,” he said. “I came here once or twice.”
He stepped off to the side, taking the antenna in his hand for balance. She took a few lunging steps up to stand next to him and nodded at his sling. “I was under the impression you were confined to bed.”
“One of the joys of super-powers. You can almost always go somewhere the doctor can’t chase you.”
“Are you going to recover?”
“Yeah.” He lifted his bandaged arm. “The wounds weren’t that bad. Well, all things considered.”
“And the virus?”
St. George shook his head. “Doc Connolly’s amazed. She’s wanted a blood sample from me for a year now. Apparently my immune system’s so powerful it’s killing everything Cairax dumped into me. My white blood cells are a cure for hepatitis, malaria, HIV, pretty much anything you can think of.”
“I am not surprised.”
The hero nodded. “It just sucks there’s no way to get at them once I’m healed.”
“Always the giver,” she said. “Always the saint.”
“Was that a joke?”
“Perhaps.”
“I guess today’s a miracle on several levels, then.”
The mountains to the east burned red. They watched the shadows shrink. Automatic lights flickered and went out across the Mount, and over on stage Four Zzzap relaxed a little in the electric chair.
“So,” the tall hero said, “what are you going to do with Josh?”
Stealth bowed her head to examine the dark gardens below the water tower. “I do not know,” she admitted. “Word of what he did will leak to the populace, yet I am no longer confident I can decide the punishment for a crime of such scale.”
“And he can’t be killed,” added St. George.
“Yes. Which limits our options. Cerberus has locked him in a cell for now. I believe she wants to starve him.”
He lifted his chin. “We shouldn’t do that.”
“I agree.”
“Thank you.”
“There are larger issues to consider,” said the hooded woman. “The Seventeens are broken. We are now the only significant force left in Los Angeles.”
“How many people are still back at their little kingdom?”
“Almost nineteen thousand. Now with minimal protection and resources.”
“No way we can fit them all in the Mount.”
“None at all.”
The tallest buildings in the city were already glowing. St. George looked at the distant cluster of Century City and imagined the work crews he’d seen. “Zzzap and Cerberus could head down there,” he said. “Give them power for a while, and she’s a definite morale boost. We could get by with the generators and solar cells.”
“An adequate temporary solution. We will need a long-term one, however.”
He smiled. “If you’re saying that, it means you already have one.”
“Gower Street Studios is six blocks north of us. Ren-Mar is four blocks to the west. They are substantially smaller, but it would be possible to adapt the stages there into housing much as we did here. We could do the same with Raleigh Studios.”
“You always said Raleigh was too hard to defend. And it’s still not enough room.”
“It is a start.”
He looked at the roads outside the Mount’s walls. “You know,” he said, “we could do what they did. Use cars to block off streets. We could expand our perimeter, get all four stages inside one wall. One safe zone. It’d take some work, but we could do Sunset to Beverly, Vine to Western.”
“That would be almost a square mile. Difficult to patrol.”
“Not with another nineteen thousand people.”
“It would take close to a year.”
“Probably.”
Stealth looked out over the lot. “Do you think the general populace would be willing to begin such a project?”
“To have some hope,” he said. “A real purpose? Yeah, I think they’d all be up for that. I think they’d do almost anything so they can think the future’s going to be better.”
To the west, the night was concentrating its darkness for one last hurrah. In the east, the black had faded to dark blue and now light blue. Across the Mount a few birds chirped and sang.
“Will it be?”
“What?”
“I am not an optimist by nature, George. Will the future be better?”
He looked down at their home. “Yeah,” he said. “I mean, that’s what it all comes down to, isn’t it? We can sit in here and worry about what might happen or we can go out and do what we can to make a difference.” He shrugged. “We’re superheroes. We’ll make it better. That’s what we do.”
She followed his gaze and nodded. “Karen.”
“Sorry?”
The cloaked woman continued to look across the Mount as the shadows faded away. “My name is Karen.”
St. George started to open his mouth and thought better. He gave her a nod as the sun broke over the distant mountains.
“All right, then,” he said, stepping into the air. “We’ve got work to do.”
Afterword
It still amazes me that a few random conversations could somehow combine with a handful of superheroes I made up in grade school to create a novel in just a few months. Let alone a novel someone else would want to read. Of course, it could not have happened so fast without some help from a few people. With that in mind, allow me to give some very heartfelt thanks...
To Ilya, who figured out how to defend a movie studio from the undead and gave me more information on how to do it than I could ever use in one book.
To Doug, who loaned me his own childhood creation, the Awesome Ape.
To the owners, staff,
and players of a small world known as M’Dhoria. You wouldn’t be reading this if that world still existed, so I tried to make it live a little here.
To Jen, Larry, Gillian, and Marcus who read early drafts of this novel, offered some thoughts, and convinced me I wasn’t entirely wasting my time. Double that thanks for David, who deserves to be paid far more than the few drinks I get to buy him when we’re in the same city.
To my mom, Sally, who read countless pages of bad sci-fi, fantasy, and Star Wars fanfic (long before such a term existed) and yet still always gave me the encouragement to keep at it. Even when it horrified her on many levels.
And finally to Colleen, the wonderful love of my life, who is always there to be a sounding board, a critic, a line editor, or to deliver either reassurances or a swift kick (depending on what the given day calls for).
--P.C.
Los Angeles, January 16th, 2009
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