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    Before I could, something clawed at my shoulder from behind. Screaming, I whipped around. Basil was back on his feet. Incredibly, the second shot hadn't been enough to put him down for good. The pellets had done a serious amount of damage. The left side of his face looked like it had gone through a cheese grater, but I hadn't penetrated the skull and destroyed the brain.

    His cold, bloody fingers pawed across my chest. Recoiling in alarm, I clubbed him in the jaw with the shotgun's stock. Then I shoved the barrel into his gaping mouth. He bit down, shattering his teeth.

    "Stay the fuck down, Basil, and go find your wife."

    Closing my eyes and turning my face away, I squeezed the trigger. Basil's head exploded. Wetness splattered against my cheek. Frantic, I wiped my face with my sleeve.

    "Lamar," Chuck called out from behind me, "take care of Tony!"

    A second gunshot exploded in the passageway. When I turned around, Cliff was slumped against the wall, blood pumping from a hole in his head. Before I could act, Chuck stuffed the smoking pistol in his mouth and pulled the trigger again. His body jerked upright, and the back of his head blew apart. He went limp. What remained of his head caved in like a rotten melon that had been left out in the sun for too long. His legs and feet twitched as if electrified. The crotch of his pants turned dark as his bladder failed. And then Chuck lay still.

    I prodded Tony with my foot. He didn't respond. I couldn't tell if he was dead or just unconscious. Not that it mattered anyway. Regardless, he was already dead. The poison was pumping through his veins. Soon, he would stand again. 1 put the shotgun against his forehead and made sure that wouldn't happen.

    Silence returned to the smoke-filled passageway- or maybe it was just that I'd gone deaf. Half in shock, I stared down at the four corpses. It had all happened so quickly. There'd been no time to think-just act, let impulse and instinct drive. I patted my pockets and took stock of my shotgun shells. I considered taking Tony and Chuck's weapons, but both were stained with blood and I didn't want to risk infection. I'd already come too close to exposure when I shot Basil. Making sure the passageway was still clear, I ducked into Basil's compartment again and searched his footlocker. At the bottom, I found a clean t-shirt with a logo that said, malcasa point is for lovers. Inside a small shaving kit, I found a bar of soap, a bottle of aftershave, and a tube of antibacterial cream. Using a pair of Basil's socks, I wiped my shotgun clean and disinfected it with the aftershave. Then I poured aftershave over my hands and then scrubbed them with the soap. Next, I wiped them clean on a pair of Basil's underwear. Satisfied that they were spotless, I scrubbed my face with the aftershave. The alcohol burned, but it was a good pain. I checked my complexion in the mirror, looking for pimples or cuts-anything that would have allowed Hamelin's Revenge to get inside me. When I saw that I was safe, I breathed a sigh of relief. Then I removed my gory T-shirt, ripping it down the middle and stripping it off rather than pulling it over my head and further risking infection from Basil's blood. Once it was off, I slipped the clean shirt over my head. It was a little snug around the belly and shoulders, but it would do. Finally, I rubbed my hands and face with the antibacterial cream just for extra protection. I'd seen the effects of Hamelin's Revenge firsthand. When Turn and Mitch were infected, the disease had spread rapidly. They'd both gotten sick within minutes. I wasn't feeling sick yet, so I assumed that I was okay.

    And then I closed my eyes and prayed to a God I didn't believe in that I'd stay that way. All my life, I'd been told over and over again that he didn't care for people like me, that he'd sent an angel to nuke the ancient city of Sodom because of men like myself. But I hoped that if he did exist, God would make an exception this time-if not for me, then for the kids. Tasha and Malik hadn't done anything to him. They deserved a better world than this.

    'Amen," I said out loud. 1 could barely hear myself.

    I felt no different. There was none of that peace or calm that religious people say comes with prayer. I thought back to the graffiti I'd seen spray painted on the church back in Baltimore: god is dead. Maybe it was true. And if so, then maybe he was just another zombie. His son had come back from the dead, right? Maybe he'd come back hungry.

    I opened my eyes, picked up the shotgun, and stepped back out into the slaughterhouse. As I walked through the hatch, two things happened simultaneously-an explosion rocked the ship and somebody shot at me.

Chapter Eleven

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