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not to smile. It was so odd to see Lynn perplexed. “What were you expecting?”
    “Don’t know.” Lynn shrugged. “Something more like that, I suppose.” She gestured toward the village below them. “Just more spread out.”
    “There’s places that look like that,” Lucy said, surprised the memory was still there. “It’s where the people mostly lived, the housing areas. But the big buildings like that were mostly for the government, and the hospital where Grandma worked is one of them.”
    Lynn nodded, eyes distrustfully riveted on the gray towers. “Isn’t it scary to be up that high?”
    “Not really. We lived in one something like that, called an apartment building. Lots of people live in one, you have your own rooms, but you’re all stacked up on top of each other.”
    Lynn sat down, unscrewed the cap of her water bottle. “You didn’t have your own house?”
    Lucy took advantage of the break to rustle in her pack and slip a few pieces of jerky to the ground while Lynn wasn’t watching. “Having your own place might sound better than living in one of the towers,” she explained, “but it wasn’t. Mostly the people that lived in the outlying areas were on their own. If you lived in the city in one of the towers, you were safer. They were guarded, always. Our water was cleaner. We even had bathrooms.”
    “Didn’t know you remembered much about it.”
    “It’s hard to forget having a bathroom.”
    “I have a bathroom,” Lynn said defensively.
    “Sure you do. Remember what happened when I tried to use it?”
    “Lord, that was a mess I did not enjoy cleaning up.” Lynn stored her water bottle and shouldered her pack. Lucy took her time doing the same, aware that every second she delayed could make a difference to Carter.
    “Still wanna see it?” Lynn asked.
    “Sure.”
    “All right. We’ll see how close we get. Somebody takes a shot at us, I don’t care how much you miss your bathroom. We’ll give it a wide berth.”
    “Somebody takes a shot at me, a bathroom might come in handy.”

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Eight
    L ucy stood on the overpass, stunned.
    Entargo was dead.
    “Cover your nose, little one.” Lynn slipped her handkerchief over the lower half of her face. “There’s no knowing what’s on the wind here.”
    She did as she was told, hands numb. The outer belt they stood on ran above and outside the perimeter of the city, giving them a good view of the streets, empty except for the trash blowing through them.
    “Whatever happened here, it wasn’t long ago,” Lynn said, her voice muffled. “Breathe through your mouth. There’s no stench that way.”
    The rows of dead back home had been burned quickly to ward off contagion, so Lucy had never smelled rotting people. The smell of death and decay was no stranger; wild animals ripped one another open all the time, leaving behind the bits they weren’t interested in to fester in the sun.
    But the smell of death rising up from the city was so strong that breathing through her mouth felt like inviting the thickness of the air to gag her. The wind shifted against her back and took the worst of it to the north, but she kept her handkerchief in place.
    “What do you think happened?”
    “Cholera, I’d say.”
    Lucy looked at the older woman. “How can you know?”
    “I don’t see any bodies outside the city; doesn’t look like people tried to flee, or had the chance. Cholera will drop you in hours, once it gets ahold. Spreads like wildfire too, so once one person got sick, the people nearby were good as dead. I’m guessing nobody wanted to own up to being sick, for fear of being tossed out, so everybody kept their mouths shut, infected others, then died.”
    “Lots of things kill you quick,” Lucy said. “Who’s to say it wasn’t polio here too?”
    “’Cause underneath the rot, I can smell the