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  “Hence your harem.”

  “Now don’t jump to conclusions. I haven’t touched those girls. In fact, I can’t touch them-nobody can. Not without their full consent.”

  “Why not?”

  “You’ll see. As a presumed Immune, you’ll be staying with them.”

  “I still don’t understand what’s to stop Dixon from marching in here and taking charge of the whole operation. Making the Immunes his slaves.”

  “It’s all under control, trust me. Do you think I wouldn’t have it covered?”

  “You? How could I doubt?”

  “Damn straight.”

  They talked for hours about old times, until the sun fell below the mall. A blustery wind kicked up, and the women stowed their cards and went inside their trailers. Finally, Sandoval said, “Phew, I hate to let you go, but I can tell you’re beat. Come on, I’ll take you to your trailer.”

  “Can’t I stay with you?”

  “I wish. The others would never stand for it. No, you have to bunk with the Evians. Don’t worry-you’ll like them. They’re some of the nicer people in camp.”

  He took Ray to a fence within the fence-a smaller enclosure containing a single trailer. The gate was locked shut, but Sandoval waved at the camera, and they were buzzed in. He sighed. “Well, this is as far as I go.”

  “Really? You can’t even just introduce me?”

  Sandoval shook his head no, choked up with emotion. “But I’m really glad to see you, Ray. I should kick your butt for risking your fool neck like this, but I’m grateful you came. ”

  “Me too.”

  They hugged, clinching tightly. A nearby woman’s voice shrieked, “Get a room!” and they hurriedly broke apart.

  As the fence shut between them, Sandoval called, “Don’t you worry, everything’s going to be all right!”

  Ray went up the short walk and knocked on the trailer. When he looked back, Jim Sandoval was gone.

  The door opened, releasing a torrent of music-Fiona Apple’s “Criminal.” A sour-faced young woman stood in the doorway, looking Ray up and down. She was wearing what looked like an orange life vest over a peasant skirt, army boots, and an oversized knit hat with dangling earflaps. “Who’re you?” she asked.

  “Hi. Sorry to bother you. My name is Ray Despineau-uh, Raven.”

  The woman ignored his outstretched hand. “What do you want?”

  “I guess I’m staying here tonight.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I’m immune. So they say.”

  “Oh. Great. Well, c’mon in. I’m Fran.” The woman stood aside to let him pass.

  “Hi, Fran. Nice to meet you.”

  “Seriously?”

  Ray stepped into a very cluttered room. Heaps of clothing, shoes, games, books, magazines, cookware, food garbage, and all manner of random electronic paraphernalia were scattered on the floor or piled on the furniture. The music was very loud. For a second, he didn’t realize there were people hidden amid the mess: two teenage girls, both wearing life vests similar to Fran’s. One girl was on the couch, and the other sprawled on the carpet. All three were pale to the point of translucence, with dark circles under their eyes. Cancer ward, Ray thought.

  He introduced himself again.

  “I’m Ashleigh,” said the one on the couch, who was decorating her huge artificial nails.

  The one on the floor was reading an art magazine called Hi Fructose. She said, “Deena.”

  “Hi, Ashleigh and Deena. Looks like I’m gonna be staying with you guys.”

  “We heard,” said Ashleigh. “You can have Wanda’s room. It’s the one in the middle.”

  “Thanks,” Ray said, “but doesn’t Wanda need it?”

  “Not anymore. Shit happens.” Ashleigh went back to her nails.

  Deena said, “Hey, is it true that Michael Jackson is back from the dead?”

  “That’s such bullshit, man,” scoffed Ashleigh.

  Deena said, “You’re the one who thinks Elvis is still alive!”

  “Elvis is totally still alive-I saw him, bitch.”

  “Why should Elvis come back and not Michael Jackson?”

  “Dude, if you have to ask that, there’s nothing I can do for you.”

  “Why? Michael Jackson probably sold more records in his lifetime than-”

  “Stop-just stop it. Elvis is a classic, do you get it? He’s the King, the original.”

  “You always do this.” Deena turned to Ray. “She always does this. Do you think Michael Jackson’s back?”

  “Anything’s possible,” Ray said.

  He went and found the empty bedroom. The dead girl’s things were still there, the bed unmade. A picture of Jesus was taped to the wall. As he stood looking at it, something moved under the wadded-up bedding, something not human. Part of its shin was exposed: pink gooseflesh with black hair. With a howl, it suddenly jumped off the bed and raced through his legs and into the hall. Ray half shrieked before realizing it was a dog, a very ugly, piebald mutt.

  Ray jumped as someone touched him on the shoulder. It was Fran. “Sorry,” she said, “but I almost forgot to give you this. I’ll help you put it on.” It was one of the orange life vests.

  “What is that?” he asked.

  “About ten pounds of Thermite with a C-4 chaser.”

  “What?”

  “Don’t freak out, it’s actually very stable… unless you trigger the detonator by pulling this tab. Then you have five seconds to say your prayers. C’mon, don’t you want to be in control of your own destiny?” She helped him put the vest on and secure its fasteners. Aside from the bomb itself, Ray was nervous that Fran might take notice of his lack of cleavage, which he had concealed with padding, but she politely took no notice.

  Finishing up, Fran said, “Now, the only time you really want to take this off is when you’re taking a shower or during our designated sleep periods. Everybody sleeps at different times so we don’t have to sleep in these things-it’s too uncomfortable. Now that you’re here, we’ll have to readjust to a four-way schedule, but it’s cool. Well, that’s about it. If you need anything, I’m right in the next room.”

  Ray closed the door and wept.

  Later, over dinner, they talked some more. Canned food had been dropped off at the gate, and Fran heated it on the propane stove. Ashleigh said grace.

  “So what do you girls make of all this?” Ray asked as they ate.

  “You sound like my mom,” said Ashleigh.

  Deena affected a robotic grin, and squawked, “ ‘What do you girls make of all this?’ ”

  “Just wondering,” Ray said.

  “Are you a man?” asked Deena.

  He almost choked. “Why do you say that?”

  “I don’t know. Just something about you.”

  “Does it help you to hurt my feelings, Deena?” he asked.

  “Kind of, yeah.”

  “It really does,” said Ashleigh.

  “Now, girls… ” Fran said.

  Ray said, “If I was a man, I wouldn’t be in here, would I? The only reason you’re all here is because you can still bear children, right? Without that, there’s no other hope for mankind.”

  “Like Eve,” Ashleigh said.

  “I thought Eve was a dirty word around here.”

  Fran said, “Depends on who you talk to. We’ve been hearing rumors that Eve may be getting a reprieve. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that, would you, Raven?”

  “Maybe so.”

  All attention turned to Ray. Deena said, “Oooh. Sounds like she does know something.”

  “Just that a lot of people are fed up with the God Squad out there. You girls may want to start thinking about where you’re going to spend your golden years.”

  Ashleigh bristled at the words “God Squad.” “You’re an unbeliever.”

  Rolling her eyes, Fran interrupted, “Where else is there to go?”

  Ray said, “They say there’s some kind of refugee base down around Wash
ington, DC. Supposedly it’s pretty nice. They’re calling it Xanadu.”

  “How do you know that?”

  “Just rumors. But that Dixon character is prepared to go to war against it, so he obviously believes it’s true.”

  Ashleigh erupted. “Well, he is the Living Saint, so he must have a good reason.”

  “I wouldn’t count on it,” Ray said.

  “How dare you! He’s doing God’s work, and if you could see how he suffers to obey our Savior’s will, you would keep your stupid mouth shut!”

  “I saw his men killing women, Ashleigh.”

  “You saw them saving women! You saw women being sent to Paradise rather than eternal torment. It’s a blessing! Women bear the burden of God’s anger, and it is our duty and our privilege to sacrifice ourselves for the good of Man! It is the only way to expunge ourselves of Eve’s sin.”

  “You can’t be serious.”

  “I will not stand here and have godless witches like you tell me what-”

  Fran stepped in. “Okay, that’s enough, Ashleigh. This kind of thing gets us nowhere, so let’s just all agree to disagree and move on.

  They finished eating in silence.

  Ray was awakened by someone banging on the door of the trailer. When he tried to get up, he almost fainted from a rush of dizziness and nausea. His left arm hurt, and when he rubbed it he found a bandage in the crook of his elbow. The whole thing felt bruised. Dragging himself into the hall, he heard Fran answering the front door.

  “What is it, Elaine?” Fran asked, yawning.

  “There’s someone outside the fence asking to talk to a Raven Despineau.”

  “Outside? Who?”

  “I don’t know; I’ve never seen him before. A new guard. He says he’s a friend of hers.”

  “What’s going on?” Ray asked.

  “Someone wants you outside. A man.”

  Deena and Ashleigh now appeared. “What the hell’s going on?” Deena asked.

  “Some man outside is asking for her.”

  The girls were very intrigued.

  Shivering with cold and fright, Ray put on his vest and shoes and wrapped a comforter around his shoulders, then he and the others trooped along the frosty path to the main gate. The girls whispered among themselves. The moon was bright, silvering the State House dome on their right and downtown on their left. Straight ahead, the shopping mall was a high, dark cliff. As they entered its shadow, no one spoke, their breaths puffing from their hoods like empty thought balloons. There was someone at the fence, just a hooded black shape.

  Goaded ahead by the others, Ray walked the last fifty feet alone. “I’m Raven Despineau,” he said warily. “What do you want?”

  “Ray? It’s me, Todd!”

  “Todd! Thank God. What’s going on?”

  “I can’t talk long. Did you find Sandoval?”

  “Yes.”

  “Did he tell you what’s going on?”

  “He said there was going to be a rebellion against Dixon.”

  “That’s right. There’s going to be a surprise attack on Chace Central, and Barnstable want us to run our diversion to draw Chace’s disciples into a trap.”

  “When is it all happening?”

  “Sometime before dawn. All the Prophet’s forces are involved, so just be ready to pitch in as soon as the gate goes down. Everybody’s pretty high on this plan, but I just want to let you know that if the whole thing falls apart, and it looks like we’re about to eat major dirt, I’m busting you out of here, and we’re running for it.”

  “Running where?”

  “I thought we’d head south, see if we can give a heads-up to those people at Xanadu.”

  “How are you planning on us getting there? The roads are impassable.”

  “Same way we got here-by bike.”

  “Oh, Jesus. All right, is that it?”

  “That’s it. Just go inside and wait for my signal.”

  “What’s the signal?”

  “You’ll know it, trust me.” Then Todd was gone.

  Ray went back to the others and explained the situation.

  Fran and Deena were excited, but Ashleigh was silent. The one named Elaine, an older, heavyset woman with the title of Night Matron, said, “Even if this guy’s telling you the truth, which I doubt, we would be fools to do what he says. We have a good thing going here, everything we need, and I’m not about to just abandon it for some wild-goose chase. We wouldn’t last five minutes out there on our own. This isn’t a prison; these fences were put up to protect us! You Munies might not care about that, but the rest of us do.”

  “Oh, I agree,” Ray said. “It’s a stupid idea.”

  “What?” Fran exploded. “Are you serious? You’re the one who said we were going to get the hell away from here, and now you’re just going to wimp out like that?”

  “I’m sorry, Fran. I was just daydreaming; I didn’t think anyone would take it seriously. Of course we can’t leave.”

  “That’s fucked up, dude,” said Deena.

  Elaine said, “Girls, you should listen to the advice of your new roommate. It’s a nice fantasy, but the truth is, a man will say anything to get into your pants.”

  “Men,” Ray said, shaking his head.

  “Men,” Elaine agreed.

  “Elaine, do you by any chance happen to know my uncle Jim?”

  “Of course I know the Prophet. He’s the one who asked me to come get you.”

  “Oh… cool. Well, say hello to him for me, would you? And please tell him that Barnstable says hello.”

  “I certainly will.”

  Elaine returned them to their trailer. As soon as she was gone, Ray jumped into action.

  “All right, ladies,” he said, rifling through the kitchen drawers, “we have to arm ourselves and be ready to fight our way out of here. I need your help-move!”

  “What are you talking about?” Ashleigh asked.

  “Obviously, nobody’s going to help us, so we have to help ourselves.”

  Disconcerted by the abrupt mood swing, the three were wary of believing anything Ray said, but Fran and Deena reluctantly went along with it. Ashleigh sulked, praying for their souls.

  The trailer held very little in the way of weapons, so Ray hoped no one would dare interfere with them as long as they were wearing their vests. And since Xombies couldn’t touch them either, they should be able to simply walk out of the compound once the electrified outer fence was down. As the hours passed, exhaustion set in, and they dozed.

  They were awakened by a burst of gunfire, then a series of explosions.

  “Shit, it’s time,” Ray cried. “Everybody up, it’s time!”

  Throwing a mattress over the inner fence, they boosted each other over and hurried to the main gate. All the other women were out and about, chattering anxiously, but there was no sign of Sandoval. Along the street, generators chugged into action; electric wires fizzed; sirens blared. Spotlights swept the field and beamed across the dome of the State House. From inside the building there were muffled alarms and gunfire. For a moment, the shooting increased… then just as quickly it petered out. Skate-troopers zipped purposefully up and down the street, then simultaneously changed direction as their radios crackled instructions to report for an emergency security inspection. As they skated away, they killed the generators, leaving silence and dark in their wake.

  Ray and the girls waited by the fence, shivering. It seemed to get colder as the sun came up.

  “Is that it?” Fran asked.

  “I think that’s it,” Ray said miserably.

  “Damn.”

  Deena said, “Well, let’s go inside, I’m freezing.”

  “You go ahead,” Ray said. “I’m going to wait a few more minutes.”

  Fran and Deena left, leaving Ray alone with Ashleigh.

  “There’s no need to wait for me,” Ray told her, trying to control his voice. If Barnstable’s coup had failed, then Todd was probably dead… and Sandoval would be next. “Go b
ack inside. I just have to give it a little while longer.”

  “There’s no point,” said Ashleigh.

  “You never know.”

  “No, I do know. Your scheme didn’t work because I warned them about it.”

  “What?” Ray’s brain fumbled for purchase. “What are you talking about?”

  Ashleigh held up a small walkie-talkie. “I told them-with this! I told them, and I’m glad I told them! Yes! That’s right! Because those men are trying to do the Lord’s work, and it’s our job to help them, not sell them out to Miska!”

  “Oh my God… ”

  “You might well pray for Eve’s mercy, because you’ll have none from me!”

  “Oh my God, you crazy bitch… ”

  Ray felt boiling-hot tears running down his frozen face, and before he knew what he was doing he slapped the girl. The instant he did it, he regretted it. Ray had never hit a girl in his life, and hitting a misguided teenager was just wrong. But there was no taking it back.

  Ashleigh immediately returned the blow, clawing Ray’s cheek with her long, painted nails and attacking like a wildcat. Stunned by the furious assault, he fell back, ducking and dodging the girl’s clawed hands. Ashleigh was clearly experienced at catfighting, a natural street brawler. Ray hadn’t been in a fight since grade school, and he didn’t want to be in one now, but the girl was all over him, punching and scratching and kicking as hard as she could-which was very hard.

  “Stop it, stop it!” Ray cried, defending his eyes from those sharp nails.

  Ashleigh drove even harder, her baby-doll features twisted into a mask of rage, spittle flying from her mouth. The left side of her face was bright red from his slap. In panic, Ray suddenly realized that no one was going to save him; that if he surrendered or showed weakness, this maniac might kill him, so he started fighting back with all his might. Pinwheeling his arms, he landed a lucky blow to the girl’s jaw-crack!-and just like that, Ashleigh went down.

  She went down hard, looking pitiful and frail, just a kid really. Ray knelt to help her and found she wasn’t breathing. Oh God, he thought. Not this. Please not this.

  “Help!” he cried. “Somebody help! We need medical attention here-it’s an emergency! Anybody, please help!”