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There was a smaller road at the top of the hill, and they followed that in silence. By ten o’clock they’d entered a series of steeper hills and valleys that were shaded by massive oak trees with cool green leaves. Tom cautioned Benny to be quiet as they climbed to the top of a ridge that overlooked a small country lane. At the curve of the road was a small cottage with a fenced yard and an elm tree so gnarled and ancient that it looked like the world had grown up around it. Two figures stood in the yard, but they were too small to see. Tom flattened out on the top of the ridge and motioned for Benny to join him.

Tom pulled his field glasses from a belt holster and studied the figures for a long minute.

‘What do you think they are?’ He handed the binoculars to Benny, who snatched them with more force than was necessary. Benny peered through the lenses in the direction Tom pointed.

‘They’re zoms,’ Benny said.

‘No kidding, boy genius. But what
are
they?’

‘Dead people.’

‘Ah.’

‘Ah . . . what?’

‘You just said it. They’re dead
people
. They were once living people.’

‘So what? Everybody dies.’

‘True,’ admitted Tom. ‘How many dead people have you seen?’

‘What kind of dead? Living dead like them or dead dead like Aunt Cathy?’

‘Either. Both.’

‘I don’t know. The zombies at the fence . . . and a couple people in town, I guess. Aunt Cathy was the first person I ever knew who died. I was, like, six when she died. I remember the funeral and all.’ Benny continued to watch the zombies. One was a tall man, the other a young woman or teenage girl. ‘And . . . Morgie Mitchell’s dad died after that scaffolding collapsed. I went to his funeral, too.’

‘Did you see either of them quieted?’

Quieted
was the acceptable term for the necessary act of inserting a metal spike at the base of the skull to sever the brain stem. Since First Night, anyone who died would reanimate as a zombie. Bites made it happen, too, but really any recently deceased person would come back. Every adult in town carried at least one spike, though Benny had never seen one used.

‘No,’ he said. ‘You wouldn’t let me stay in the room when Aunt Cathy died. And I wasn’t there when Morgie’s dad died. I just went to the funerals.’

‘What were the funerals like? For you, I mean.’

‘I dunno. Kind of quick. Kind of sad. And then everyone went to a party at someone’s house and ate a lot of food. Morgie’s mom got totally shitfaced—’

‘Language.’

‘Morgie’s mom got drunk,’ Benny said, in way that suggested correcting his language was as difficult as having his teeth pulled. ‘Morgie’s uncle sat in the corner singing Irish songs and crying with the guys from the farm.’

‘That was a year, year and a half ago, right? Spring planting?’

‘Yeah. They were building a corn silo, and Mr Mitchell was using the rope hoist to send some tools up to the crew working on the silo roof. One of the scaffolding pipes broke, and a whole bunch of stuff came crashing down on him.’

‘It was an accident.’

‘Well, yeah, sure.’

‘How’d Morgie take it?’

‘How do you think he took it? He was fu - He was screwed up.’ Benny handed back the glasses. ‘He’s still a little screwed up.’

‘How’s he screwed up?’

‘I don’t know. He misses his dad. They used to hang out a lot. Mr Mitchell was pretty cool, I guess.’

‘Do you miss Aunt Cathy?’

‘Sure, but I was little. I don’t remember that much. I remember she smiled a lot. She was pretty. I remember she used to sneak me extra ice cream from the store where she worked. Half an extra ration.’

Tom nodded. ‘Do you remember what she looked like?’

‘Like Mom,’ said Benny. ‘She looked a lot like Mom.’

‘You were too little to remember Mom.’

‘I remember her,’ Benny said, with an edge in his voice. He took out his wallet and showed Tom the image behind the glassine cover. ‘Maybe I don’t remember her really well, but I think about her. All the time. Dad too.’

Tom nodded again. ‘I didn’t know you carried this.’ His smile was small and sad. ‘I remember Mom. She was more of a mother to me than my mom ever was. I was so happy when Dad married her. I can remember every line on her face. The color of her hair. Her smile. Cathy was a year younger, but they could have been twins.’

Benny sat up and wrapped his arms around his knees. His brain felt twisted around. There were so many emotions wired into memories, old and new. He glanced at his brother. ‘You were older than I am now when - y’know -
it
happened.’

‘I turned twenty a few days before First Night. I was in the police academy. Dad married your mom when I was sixteen.’

‘You got to know them. I never did. I wish I . . .’ He left the rest unsaid.

Tom nodded. ‘Me too, kiddo.’

They sat in the shade of their private memories.

‘Tell me something, Benny,’ said Tom. ‘What would you have done if one of your friends - say, Chong or Morgie - had come to Aunt Cathy’s funeral and pissed in her coffin?’

Benny was so startled by the question that his answer was unguarded. ‘I’d have jacked them up. I mean
jacked
them up.’

Tom nodded.

Benny stared at him. ‘What kind of question is that, though?’

‘Indulge me. Why would you have freaked out on your friends?’

‘Because they dissed Aunt Cathy. Why do you think?’

‘But she’s dead.’

‘What the hell does that matter? Pissing in her coffin? I would
so
kick their asses.’

‘But why? Aunt Cathy was beyond caring.’

‘It was her funeral! Maybe she was still . . . I don’t know . . .
there
in some way. Like Pastor Kellogg always says.’

‘What does he say?’

‘That the spirits of those we love are always with us.’

‘Okay. What if you didn’t believe that? What if you believed that Aunt Cathy was only a body in a box? And your friends pissed on her?’

‘What do you think?’ Benny snapped. ‘I’d still kick their asses.’

‘I believe you. But why?’

‘Because,’ Benny began, but then hesitated, unsure of how to express what he was feeling. ‘Because Aunt Cathy was mine, you know? She was my aunt. My family. They don’t have any right to disrespect my family.’

‘No more than you’d go take a crap on Morgie Mitchell’s father’s grave. Or dig him up and pour garbage on his bones. You wouldn’t do anything like that?’

Benny was appalled. ‘What’s your damage, man? Where do you come up with this crap? Of course I wouldn’t do anything sick like that! God, who do you think I am?’

‘Shhh . . . keep your voice down,’ cautioned Tom. ‘So, you wouldn’t disrespect Morgie’s dad . . . alive or dead?’

‘Hell no.’

‘Language.’

Benny said it slower and with more emphasis. ‘Hell. No.’

‘Glad to hear it.’ Tom held out the field glasses. ‘Take a look at the two dead people down there. Tell me what you see.’

‘So we’re back to business now?’ Benny gave him a look. ‘You’re weird, man. Deeply weird.’

‘Just look.’

Benny sighed and grabbed the binoculars out of Tom’s hand, put them to his eyes. Stared. Sighed.

‘Yep. Two zoms. Same two zoms.’

‘Be specific.’

‘Okay. Okay - two zoms. One man, one woman. Standing in the same place as before. Big yawn.’

Tom said, ‘Those dead people . . .’

‘What about them?’

‘They used to be somebody’s family,’ said Tom quietly. ‘The male looks old enough to have been a dad, more likely a granddad. He had a family, friends. A name. He was somebody.’

Benny lowered the glasses and started to speak.

‘No,’ said Tom. ‘Keep looking. Look at the woman. She was, what? Eighteen years old when she died? Might have been pretty. Those rags she’s wearing might have been a waitress’s uniform once. She could have worked at a diner right next to Aunt Cathy. She had people at home who loved her . . .’

‘Don’t, man—’

‘People who worried when she was late getting home. People who wanted her to grow up happy. People - a mom and a dad. Maybe brothers and sisters. Maybe grandparents. People who believed that girl had a life in front of her. That old man might be her granddad.’

‘But she’s one of them, man. She’s dead,’ Benny said defensively.

‘Sure. Almost everyone who ever lived is dead. More than six billion people are dead. And every last one of them had family once. Every last one of them
were
family once. At one time there was someone like you who would have kicked the ass of anyone - stranger or best friend - who harmed or disrespected that girl. Or the old man.’

Benny was shaking his head. ‘No, no, no. It’s not the same. These are zoms, man. They kill people. They eat people.’

‘They used to
be
people.’

‘But they died!’

‘Sure. Like Aunt Cathy and Mr Mitchell.’

‘No, Aunt Cathy got cancer. Mr Mitchell died in an accident.’

‘Sure, but if someone in town hadn’t quieted them, they’d have become living dead, too. Don’t even pretend you don’t know that. Don’t pretend you haven’t thought about that happening to Aunt Cathy.’ He nodded down the hill. ‘These two down there caught a disease.’

Benny nodded. He’d learned about it in school, though no one knew for sure what had actually happened. Some sources said it was a virus that was mutated by radiation from a returning space probe. Others said it was a new type of flu that came over from China. Chong believed it was something that got out of a lab somewhere. The only thing everyone agreed on was that it was a disease of some kind.

Tom said, ‘That guy down there was probably a farmer. The girl was a waitress. I’m pretty sure neither of them was involved in the space program. Or worked in some lab where they researched viruses. What happened to them was an accident. They got sick, Benny, and they died.’

Benny said nothing.

‘How do you think Mom and Dad died?’

No answer.

‘Benny—? How do you think—?’

‘They died on First Night,’ Benny said irritably.

‘They did. But how?’

Benny said nothing.

‘How?’

‘You let them die!’ Benny said in a savage whisper. Words tumbled out of him in a disjointed sputter. ‘Dad got sick and . . . and . . . then Mom tried to . . . and you . . . you just ran away!’

Tom said nothing, but sadness darkened his eyes, and he shook head slowly.

‘I remember it,’ Benny hissed. ‘I remember you running away.’

‘You were a baby.’

‘I remember it.’

‘You should have told me, Benny.’

‘Why? So you could make up a lie about why you just ran away and left my mom like that?’

The words
my mom
hung in the air between them. Tom flinched.

‘You think I just ran away?’ he said.