Edward raised an eyebrow. “Your lieutenant? Since when do you have a lieutenant at Merton?”
“I don’t have one at Merton, I have one here. I told you, it’s been an interesting few weeks.”
“Why don’t you fill me in on our way to…I’m guessing this man is waiting for me at 210 North Elida Street?”
“That’s the place,” Rae said. “But, um, should you do something with…you know, them first?” She pointed back at the horde behind them.
“Do your people have ways of keeping them away without hurting them?” Edward asked.
“Low-level shock prods with every one of our vehicles, a few nets for larger groups. Don’t worry, I won’t let any of my people hurt your, um, I guess those would be your people.”
“I’ll do my best to return the favor, but mine don’t take orders too well.” His body tensed for a second, making Rae think something was wrong, until all the zombies dispersed in different directions. Not a one of them came toward Rae’s group.
“Okay, how the flying fuck did you just do that?” Rae asked.
“I smelled nice at them.”
Rae couldn’t tell if he was trying to be sarcastic or if that was really what he had done, but she didn’t think she really wanted to know.
She motioned for him to follow her, and they went back to the rest of her group. “Edward, go ahead and meet Neuman Security.”
Edward nodded at them. “Hello. Is this your whole group?”
“Unless you count the old man, then yeah. But he’s not exactly part of the team. He’s really more like our employer.”
Luke snorted. “Except he’s not paying us anything.”
Rae rolled her eyes. “He’s paid us in equipment, and damned good equipment considering what little else there is to find out here. Edward, that’s Jojo, Luke, Cory and…” She looked around. “Now where the hell did Larissa go this time?”
Larissa ran up them from off on the side of the road. “Sorry, had to go find a nice private bush.”
“And Larissa,” Rae finished. “Everyone, this is him. This is Edward Schuett.”
They all nodded or gave half-hearted waves, but Rae could see a little bit of fear in all their eyes. She would have reassured them, but she still wasn’t quite sure there was nothing to fear.
“Okay everyone, back to your regular patrols,” Rae said. “Keep an eye out for all our, uh, new arrivals. You know the drill with them. Cory, you continue coordinating everything and let me know by the walkies if there’s anything important. I’m going with Edward into town to see the old man.”
“Good luck,” Cory said. “You know, sometimes I’d rather hang out with the zeds than with that guy. He’s just plain not all there anymore, if you ask me.”
“Not to mention the zeds’ moans are easier to understand than anything that comes out of his mouth,” Luke said. They all got on their ATVs with Cory and Luke sharing one. Rae motioned for Edward to come with her to the car.
“Neuman Security, huh?” Edward asked.
“Yeah. After you were taken away, I started poking my nose in where it didn’t belong about the whole thing. I even thought I could find something somewhere about your daughter…”
“You wouldn’t,” Edward said. His voice was low with dark undertones, and Rae didn’t ask him to elaborate.
“Uh, when I did find enough to go to the press I was very sneaky about it, but as soon as my interview aired Merton tried to come down on me hard. Apparently the CRS had told them to make sure everything stayed quiet, and they wanted a little revenge for me making them look like fools.”
They got in the car, and Rae turned it around to head back into Winnebago. In many places the streets were broken up enough to be completely useless, but Rae had already explored the town enough to know exactly the quickest way to the old man’s place.
“Why did you do the interview, anyway?” Edward asked.
“Because I saw something with you I’d never seen before. A zombie who was actually more human than most humans. I hated the idea that you would be out there and no one would know or care what was happening to you.”
“And how have people actually reacted to it?” Edward asked. “It isn’t like I’ve been able to keep up on popular opinion much in the last week.”
Rae shrugged. “Most people think it’s all a scam. I mean, it wasn’t like the show I was on is exactly considered reliable, but there are enough people that take it seriously. Some think you should be destroyed if you’re ever found. Some think you should have all the same rights as any other human.”
“You say ‘other human’ as though I am one,” Edward said.
“You are, though,” she responded. Edward responded only by staring silently out the window as the car carefully crept over the potholed streets.
“Anyway,” Rae continued, “I’d already lost my job and tossed out my boyfriend by that point, so they sent some people to beat the shit of me.”
“Bastards,” Edward said.
“Oh, don’t worry. They didn’t get a chance to lay a hand on me. The sons of bitches sent Johnny, my ex, with a couple of other thugs, but he froze at just the right moment. He just couldn’t do it. I, on the other hand, had no problem with kicking his ass. Especially since the first thing they tried to do was take Spanky away from me. Nobody ever fucking touches my gun.
“By then I’d been thinking about trying to do some sort of private security gig myself, and I’d already convinced Larissa and Cory to join up with me. Cory got his boyfriend Luke to come along, and Luke convinced Jojo. But we wouldn’t have actually been able to start up if it hadn’t been for the old man.”
“Tell me about him,” Edward said. “So far the only thing I know about him is he’s old.”
“Then you know almost as much as the rest of us,” Rae said. “I don’t even know his name. The first time I saw him was right after the CRS took you. He asked what was going on and I told him, even though that CRS bitch had just told me not to. I didn’t think anything more of that until I started trying to find a picture to prove that you’d been in Fond du Lac. He came to me, said he’d heard I was looking into you. I asked him how, and he said Merton was keeping tabs on me about it, and he was keeping tabs on Merton. He’s been keeping tabs on a lot of people, apparently. Whoever the hell this guy is, he seems to have friends in an insane number of high places.”
“And why does he want to see me?” Edward asked.
“My first guess would be because everyone wants to see you, but he claims he knows things even the CRS doesn’t. He hasn’t been able to prove that to me yet, but he knew to come up to Fond du Lac to find you all the way from here, and he’s got access to equipment that no ordinary hermit can just find on the street. You’ll see what I mean when we get there.”
“So Winnebago is his home?”
“I guess. Not much of a home. This is one of those towns that didn’t have enough strategic value for anyone to try defending during the first days of the Uprising, and it was too close to the first reported cases. So it got left on its own. It’s not exactly the kind of place where you would expect to find a guy like this.”
The car finally turned onto Elida Street, which was one of the few streets around here still marked by a rusting and bent street sign. Most of the buildings around here were too broken up to be lived in, some of them even collapsing in on themselves, but one still looked like it was maintained with some regularity. The sign out front indicated that at one time this had been the Winnebago Public Library.
“This is it,” Rae said. “Final stop.”
She didn’t even bother to pull the car over. Some of the potholes along the curb were deep enough that she might not be able to get the car out of them again, and it wasn’t like anyone else would be coming along to use the street anyway. Edward got out slowly, staring at the building as though it were something to truly behold.