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answer. He was too busy rooting around behind the seats for the prod again.
    “Damn it,” Edward said. “Answer me! I have a right to know what the hell is happening here!”
    Ringo closed the door, the prod now in his hand. He looked unnerved and shook a little as he spoke. “You don’t have any rights what-the-hell-so-ever. You’re a fucking zed.” Ringo shook his head. “Jesus, I must be losing it. Arguing with a fucking zombie.”
    “I am not a zombie,” Edward said. “I know I must look…strange, and I have no idea what’s going on with me, but I’m not a zombie. I’ve seen them in action. They’re mindless and just kill and eat anything in sight. Have I done anything that would make you think that about me?”
    Ringo paused, and for the first time he looked Edward in the eye. “No. No you haven’t. That’s the weird part. And that’s why I’m not taking you with the others. You’re getting out here.”
    “You’re letting me go?”
    “Hell no. But I need to put you somewhere while I take the rest to the Jamboree. I don’t know if they’ll want to buy you when they see you or not, but I don’t want to take that chance. I don’t know how the hell you’re able to talk and think, but I don’t think most people around here would appreciate just how different that makes you. Maybe you’re not really a zombie, and if I ever find that out for certain I’ll gladly let you go. But if you are? Aw hell, I could make way more money off of you than I ever would by selling you to be shot at by a bunch of tourists at the Jamboree.”
    Edward nodded, and Ringo shocked the other zombies through the bars before he went around to the back of the cage and fumbled with the keys. Edward wasn’t sure exactly what the Jamboree was, but he had already come to the conclusion that he didn’t want to go there. Ringo sounded like he was just going to lock Edward up somewhere else, but that was probably a better fate than any of the zombies would get.
    Ringo kept the prod out and ready to use on Edward if he made any sudden moves, but Edward didn’t need the man upset. What he really wanted to do was rush the damned man and beat the hell out of him for locking Edward in a cage, but Ringo would likely only take that aggression as a sign that he really was a zombie. It would be better for now the keep calm and let everything happen.
    “Can you at least tell me how long it’s been?” Edward asked.
    “How long what’s been?” Ringo asked. He gestured for Edward to move back behind the house into the overgrown back yard, and Edward did as he was shown.
    “How long it’s been since…well, since all this. The zombies, the abandoned parts of the city, the weird bulldozed area and the wall, all that. It looks like the world ended.”
    Ringo paused before answering. “How the hell could anyone not know that?”
    Edward continued to move, but he couldn’t resist the urge to be sarcastic. He had to have some sort of way to release all his tension. “Gee, maybe because I’m a zombie and I’m not all that smart. Please, just tell me.”
    “The Uprising was over fifty years ago. Old news.”
    Edward didn’t say anything. Fifty years. It no longer seemed so likely that he could find Dana after all.

Chapter Six
     
    Ringo locked Edward in a storage shed out back and then left. Edward could hear the truck rumble to a start and then drive away, leaving him alone to try to piece together everything he had learned so far. He sat back against the shed’s far wall and tried to concentrate, but everything that had happened today had completely drained him and he drifted off to sleep instead.
    There was nothing restful about his slumber. Even unconscious, he could feel the odd tingling and pain in his body as all the festering wounds continued to mend. He twitched and fidgeted as he slept, and strange red-tinted dreams came to him, dreams that were part bizarre incomprehensible images and part memories. The memories