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strength. He was scared to let you stay with the camp people, especially pregnant."
    That stings—the name Marshall, and the fact I'm some freak who is a danger to the rebels.
    I glare at him and lower my hand, "Then don’t piss me off. Or your fate will be the same as his."
    "Em, calm. We'll get Leo." Anna grips my other hand.
    He walks across the wide space to the edge of the building and peers through the grass vine hanging over the crumbling concrete. He points to the far side of the city, "It's that way. He was at a separate building than you. Just outside of the city, other side of the infected areas." The view is disturbing. Crumbling buildings, loads of bushy greenery and debris.
    I am lost. I am lost in it all. I need the calm of the forest and the fur of my wolf. I sigh and look at him confusedly, "Why are you helping us?"
    He looks hurt. The question hurts him, I think. "We had no right to mess with DNA to that extent. The Gen babies overrun the new cities. They're horrid. They can't help themselves. We screwed with something that was already perfect. Darwin and God were both right. Natural selection was a necessity and man was already made the way he should have been."
    He looks lost suddenly, "Science and technology was the end of everything. We made it so we all lived unnaturally long but ate chemically-altered foods and got cancer. We lived unnaturally-altered lives and ate up natural resources and polluted everything." He glances at me and sighs, "The year they decided to put the plan into effect to save the planet, they literally had to chose between Man and Earth. A huge group of officials sat in a room for twenty-eight days and argued. Man or Earth. I can't even imagine, having to make a choice like that. But they did. They made the choice and reset everything. I was on board until recently. Now I'm against it all. Yes, we had to reset the earth, there is no doubt. But the Gen babies, the military, the breeder and work farms are wrong. It's not the vision they shared with us originally. They said the six cities would be based on creating people who cared about the planet. We would build from the rubble and create harmony." He looks impassioned and then destroyed all in the same moment, "There is no harmony. They round up the Blacks and Asians and South Americans and send them home. Home? They're Americans for Christ's sake. God help anyone with dark skin, or even a slight slant to their eyes, or any kind of accent." He sighs, "Maybe it's better there though. Maybe the places they go is better than here." He slumps and I feel sick.
    Not for him. For me. He's a bitter old man with a guilty conscience. I'm screwed.
    I sigh and look at Anna. She looks lost too. I lean against the wall and think about it all, "So I was pregnant for like a minute? My wolf is being held because he's immune? I'm a mutant breeder-farm baby? My dad is my uncle and my uncle is my dad?" I glance at him, "And you're mad because the world is filled with crappy racist people who lie and hurt others?"
    He shakes his head chuckling, "That’s about it."
    Anna leans next to me and crosses her arms, "So her dad made the breeder babies?" She glances at me.
    I feel a new sickness. My own flesh and blood is the reason it's all happening.
    I frown at Vincent, "How do we stop him?"
    He licks his lips, "Impossible. But I'm glad he won't have you. God knows what he'd try."
    I look at him and study his face. He's weak. He won't be of any real use.
    "You know what you should do? Give up on the other people and just eke a life out somewhere quiet," I say and look down at my aching feet. I miss my boots. I wonder how long it's going to take me to find nice new ones.
    Anna laughs, "We know a nice place you could go to. But seriously, you should probably not tell anyone that boring seed-baby story."
    He laughs, but it sounds exhausted.
    "You married?" I ask.
    He shakes his head, "No. She left. She ran to live in the hills." He grins at us bitterly, "To