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more logical way round.'
    'Possibly. But he is, first and foremost, a bastard and unless I say it straight out, he'll think I'm up to something.'
    Alex nodded, pretending he understood. Lunch came in a plastic bag, so with it in one hand, he strolled down the pavement next to a man who could be an angel, but was more likely a nutjob with impressive hypnosis skills.
    They were on their way to visit someone called the Father, who, if Luke was to be believed, was God. Or at least, the next best thing. This was going to be either very funny or very distressing. Or possibly both.  

Jackson

    Every blow was a strike for God. Every swing brought the blessing of Jesus and the Lord to the poor, hapless victims of the terrible plague. Righteous anger was all Jackson needed. It was all he'd ever needed, only before, it had sprung from a very different place.  
    Before his rebirth, he'd believed first and foremost in himself. He'd believed in the free market and the right of all men, and a few women, to make a place for themselves in the world through whatever methods were necessary. And he had done well for himself as a result. The woman he'd once called a very bad name and now thought of as Tammy, as he always should have, had been good to him, even when she was bitching and moaning.  
    He'd been rolling in cash and ridding London of a serious homeless issue at the same time. In many ways, he'd been doing the Lord's work even then. God didn't want people to be homeless any more than they did themselves. Jackson removed the problem and passed it over to China, which had been the English way for decades.  
    He nodded absently, pleased he'd found the right frame through which to explore his past life. That was all life was, really, finding the correct way to explain what had happened. The biblical frame of plague was clearly the only explicable one here. There were too many sinners, and too many Arabs and Muslims, and all the others who didn't belong here. They'd all spent too much time worshipping false gods and stealing and lying, and this was their punishment.  
    But God is great. He'd left Jackson here to begin again. There was a woman alive somewhere in London, his Eve, and when he found her they would rebuild and make the world great again.  
    The body was finished. The pile of flesh-covered bones was growing larger at the bottom of the stairs. The smell of it was attracting more and more of them. He would be here forever, but perhaps that was the point. Perhaps his task was to be endless, to teach him the error of his ways.  
    Except, hadn't he just decided they weren't erroneous ways?
    Misguided perhaps and clumsy, but not strictly wrong. Maybe he should look for a way out of here. A zombie shambled up the stairs towards him, swaying behind long curtains of hair. Blood and chunks of something indefinable were caught in it and the smell made him heave.  
    He took a step down and swung the chair leg. It cracked her head open and he saw the greying-pink of brain show through the soup in which it swum. He flipped the chair leg in his hand and plunged it straight into the brain. The zombie stopped, one foot halfway between this step and the next. He punched her in the chest, feeling it cave in beneath his blow, and her body went tumbling to the bottom.  
    They fell on her and he had another moment to think. But before he did, he heard a sound that made his heart leap. The roar of an engine filtered through the slurping and licking from below, and he cocked his head to one side. There it was again and it was quite some engine. A sports car and a nice one, if he was any judge.  
    That meant there was someone else on God's crusade. Someone else had been kept alive to help him drive away the plague. He had to reach them. He glanced back into the storeroom and saw what he expected, which was bars on all the windows. There had to be a fire escape, though.  
    They were nearly finished with the body. He needed as much time as