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them with blood.”
Kevin says, “No shit? I mean, not about the bear, but about the tranquilizers. Would you know where they’re kept?”
“Ummm.”
“And sorry, I don’t mean to be a dick, but which one are you? Chloe or—”
“That’s okay.” She sniffs. “She’s Chloe. I’m Zoe. Our mom was the same person.”
“I figured,” Kevin says, laughing a little. “And I’m sorry.”
“I never saw them, but I’m sure there are darts and guns at the vet hospital, and the Wildlife office too. I think that’s on Prospect near that big hotel.”
“Do you think a tranquilizer will work, though?” asks Rachel. “I mean, like I said, there’s no heartbeat. Does that mean there’s no circulation, or is something else moving blood through them? Any kind of drug would need a bloodstream, right?”
Michael listens to his daughter. He feels as if he hasn’t been asleep for days but rather months. Years. However long it might take for Rachel to grow into this take-charge, no-nonsense persona.
“Blood is obviously important to these things,” Bonnie says, “so I’d imagine that—whatever’s in their heads is moving that blood around? In something approximating circulation?”
It takes this latest mention of blood for Michael to glance over at Rachel thoughtfully. Of course, one of the things the two of them have in common is their blood type. The rarest blood type. It was a fun connection between them when she was a kid, a goofy talking point. O-negative blood. The universal donor. The universal healer.
“Look, this is a conversation we need to have, for sure,” Kevin says. “What makes these things tick and all that. But we don’t have time to go to the Division of Wildlife or whatever. We have to test this thing now. I say we all get in there and hold it down like we did before, get it done.”
Bonnie murmurs, “Oh no.”
“I agree,” Rachel says. “We know how to handle them. For chrissakes, we held off a whole hospital full of them. We can handle one .”
“Exactly,” Kevin says.
“How much blood do we have left?” Rachel asks the room.
“Alan took about half of it out of storage last night, right before he—” Bonnie says softly. “We probably have thirty units.”
“And not to be morbid,” Kevin says, “But we’re all carrying quite a lot of that O-negative stuff in our own bodies.”
The other twin, Chloe, calls out, “We’re like weapons. Our bodies are weapons.”
All the survivors pause to consider that.
“She’s right,” Kevin says.
The girl says, “Fuck yeah,” and Kevin manages another laugh.
“If this thing works,” he says, “I say we start drawing blood from everyone.”
“Yep.” Rachel’s voice sounds more confident now. “Okay, let’s do it.”
The group springs into motion, Rachel and Kevin taking charge of the operation. Rachel instructs the trio of young women to gather blankets and sheets, perhaps pillows, and for a moment Michael is baffled as to the reason, but then he understands that the cloth will help keep the light, that strange radiation, from affecting the survivors’ exposed flesh. Bonnie is sent to collect a unit of O-negative plasma and two high-capacity syringes. She knows exactly where to go, and though she begins her journey with a plaintive sigh, she takes to the mission and is out of the room in a flash. The remaining survivors return to their posts at the hospital entrances, helping to clean up and keep an eye on things.
In the middle of the commotion, Joel reenters the room and finds Rachel buried in her father’s chest.
“I got Buck on the horn, anyway.”
“Yeah?”
“Told him to get over to the Harmony hospital and secure that blood.”
“What about the Thompson brothers?”
“No answer.” And then, loudly enough to reverberate down the hallways, “Fuck!” After a moment, Joel gives Rachel a look. “Those dudes are survivors. More so than the rest of us.”
Rachel removes herself from
Kevin says, “No shit? I mean, not about the bear, but about the tranquilizers. Would you know where they’re kept?”
“Ummm.”
“And sorry, I don’t mean to be a dick, but which one are you? Chloe or—”
“That’s okay.” She sniffs. “She’s Chloe. I’m Zoe. Our mom was the same person.”
“I figured,” Kevin says, laughing a little. “And I’m sorry.”
“I never saw them, but I’m sure there are darts and guns at the vet hospital, and the Wildlife office too. I think that’s on Prospect near that big hotel.”
“Do you think a tranquilizer will work, though?” asks Rachel. “I mean, like I said, there’s no heartbeat. Does that mean there’s no circulation, or is something else moving blood through them? Any kind of drug would need a bloodstream, right?”
Michael listens to his daughter. He feels as if he hasn’t been asleep for days but rather months. Years. However long it might take for Rachel to grow into this take-charge, no-nonsense persona.
“Blood is obviously important to these things,” Bonnie says, “so I’d imagine that—whatever’s in their heads is moving that blood around? In something approximating circulation?”
It takes this latest mention of blood for Michael to glance over at Rachel thoughtfully. Of course, one of the things the two of them have in common is their blood type. The rarest blood type. It was a fun connection between them when she was a kid, a goofy talking point. O-negative blood. The universal donor. The universal healer.
“Look, this is a conversation we need to have, for sure,” Kevin says. “What makes these things tick and all that. But we don’t have time to go to the Division of Wildlife or whatever. We have to test this thing now. I say we all get in there and hold it down like we did before, get it done.”
Bonnie murmurs, “Oh no.”
“I agree,” Rachel says. “We know how to handle them. For chrissakes, we held off a whole hospital full of them. We can handle one .”
“Exactly,” Kevin says.
“How much blood do we have left?” Rachel asks the room.
“Alan took about half of it out of storage last night, right before he—” Bonnie says softly. “We probably have thirty units.”
“And not to be morbid,” Kevin says, “But we’re all carrying quite a lot of that O-negative stuff in our own bodies.”
The other twin, Chloe, calls out, “We’re like weapons. Our bodies are weapons.”
All the survivors pause to consider that.
“She’s right,” Kevin says.
The girl says, “Fuck yeah,” and Kevin manages another laugh.
“If this thing works,” he says, “I say we start drawing blood from everyone.”
“Yep.” Rachel’s voice sounds more confident now. “Okay, let’s do it.”
The group springs into motion, Rachel and Kevin taking charge of the operation. Rachel instructs the trio of young women to gather blankets and sheets, perhaps pillows, and for a moment Michael is baffled as to the reason, but then he understands that the cloth will help keep the light, that strange radiation, from affecting the survivors’ exposed flesh. Bonnie is sent to collect a unit of O-negative plasma and two high-capacity syringes. She knows exactly where to go, and though she begins her journey with a plaintive sigh, she takes to the mission and is out of the room in a flash. The remaining survivors return to their posts at the hospital entrances, helping to clean up and keep an eye on things.
In the middle of the commotion, Joel reenters the room and finds Rachel buried in her father’s chest.
“I got Buck on the horn, anyway.”
“Yeah?”
“Told him to get over to the Harmony hospital and secure that blood.”
“What about the Thompson brothers?”
“No answer.” And then, loudly enough to reverberate down the hallways, “Fuck!” After a moment, Joel gives Rachel a look. “Those dudes are survivors. More so than the rest of us.”
Rachel removes herself from
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