Chapter Thirty-Two - Horses to Water


    Chapter Thirty-Two - Horses to Water


    Space is looking less like the final frontier and more like our last hope.


    --JimJam Science Show, 2041


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    I patted Sprout on the knee. Stay here, alright? I asked. Im going to pop on in there, seal things up in a bit, and then well head on out. Or... I licked my lips.


    Sometimes, when dealing with the kittens, theyd end up being afraid of something, or unable to do a chore, and while I ribbed them about it, I usually just did the task for them while telling them to do something easier to make up for it.


    Stuff like doing the dishes if they didnt want to take out the trash.


    I didnt think this was quite the same, but it was all I knew so it was all I had to draw a comparison to right then.


    You know what, no, I said. I checked Sprout up and down, and he seemed fine, physically, at least. Youre coming with me? I asked... said. It started as a statement and ended as a question, really. I didnt want to force the guy, but I wanted him to come.


    He looked up. Coming?


    Good! I said, taking the question as an answer. You can show me what your plants have been doing. I havent had a chance to see them up close. And if anything tries to eat you this time theyll have to get through me first.


    I start heading off, a grin growing as I heard Sprout scramble to keep up. We were met halfway to the office building by a militia guy with the pips of a second lieutenant next to the badges on his uniform. Maam, he said with a quick, sharp salute. Second Lieutenant Hawke, maam, you mentioned needing me?


    Ah, right, I said. The Hawke was a vaguely native-American looking guy, tall and broad shouldered and looking very serious. The two of us are going to head in there to poke around. Can you make sure that nothing comes out of the building until were done? Ah, aside from us, of course.


    We can do that, he said with another salute. Good luck in there.


    Thanks, I said before walking past him. Once out of immediate ear-shot I glanced back at Sprout. Got a gun? I asked.


    Uh, was his reply.


    I tossed him my Laser Pointer. Youll need to buy ammo yourself, I said. Myalis, can I get another?


    With the same Depleted Iridium rounds?


    Maybe switch it up to something like buckshot? Well be in closer quarters. A gun appeared in the air before me and I caught it before it could start to fall. Then we were at the single door into the complex. Ill be going ahead. Watch my back, I said to Sprout.


    He nodded. Ill do my best, he said. Obviously, he was still nervous. I was pretty sure that dragging him back in here was probably not the best move for his mental health but... he needed to learn.


    They shouldnt. Not all of them, at least.


    Myalis says no, I said simply.


    Oh, good, I was worried that we might-- Sprout and I both flinched and turned towards the cubicles where... where a person was stumbling out from behind cover.


    I lowered my gun. That was a human, not an alien. A man in a rumpled business suit who looked like shit warmed over. He tripped over himself as he walked our way, then his face rose and I felt a surge of adrenaline hit me. He was missing half his face.


    Catherine, that person is dead.


    Ah, fuck, I said.


    Sir, are you... you need medical attention, Sprout said as he started forwards.


    I grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him behind me, something that I wouldnt have been able to do without my armour. Then I raised my gun and fired once.


    The office worker fell backwards like a ragdoll, arms and legs splayed out even as a chunk of his chest flew on past him.


    What the fuck! Sprout shouted.


    Shut up a minute, I said.


    I stepped up to the corpse, then paused as it started to twitch. I looked around again, then knelt next to it. It grossed me out, but I yanked the head aside, then noticed something in the pit where his jaw was hanging loose, white muscles and cartilage exposed. It was a black, squiggly thing that I pinched and pulled out of the corpse.


    The worm-like appendage snapped, but the end I had continued to wiggle.


    What the fuck?! Sprout asked again, with more feeling this time.


    Model seven, I said. Weve got zombies.


    What do we do? he asked.


    Shoot them, I said. There wasnt much to do otherwise. The people that were zombied up were dead already. Especially this guy. He didnt look fresh. Now... where the fuck are they getting bodies from? Hey, Myalis, wouldnt model sevens be more... uh, susceptible to our nanomachine attack?


    They are smaller, yes. And therefore easier to eliminate. But when a hive starts producing model sevens it usually does so in large quantities.


    I scowled. Fine, I said. Myalis, can you send Hawke outside a heads up about this. Hell, tell Intel-chan too. We dont want to panic people, but we need folk knowing about it. Sprout, come on, show me where that hole is. Times running short.


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