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monsters on the loose never entered my mind. Never.
    “I had a call, Milzy,” I said. “Some guy said he was a scientist. That this was his fault. I mean, I thought he was crazy. I sent a page to you guys.”
    We entered the building. Milzy locked the doors.
    “Saw it. Not now,” he said, “save it.”
    “He told me the only way to stop these things was by destroying the head. Just like that guy with the bat said just now. Same thing. Destroy the head.”
    “Not now,” he said, again.
    He also told me the infected ones were people who’d received the H7N9 vaccinations, I thought.
    “Get back on the phones.”
    The supervisor knew something. I could tell. I was shocked by what I’d just witnessed. A brutal slaying.
    Milzy looked shaken. Not shocked.
    Someone must have given information about what was going on to management. Just not to everyone, I guess. Not to us. An email. A memo. Department of Defense? The Center for Disease Control?
    I’d been off the operations floor for maybe ten minutes?
    When I walked back on, people were missing. Too many. “Where is everyone?”
    “Sick. Lot of people seem to be coming down with this flu,” Milzy said. “We’ve got them lying down in the bunker area.”
    “Everyone?” I asked.
    LaForce had his hand over his stomach. He looked green. Normally, I’d of sworn it was from the drag he took on my cigarette. It had been a cigarette, not a cigar. He might look that way from witnessing the murder. I doubted it. He was a volunteer fireman. He’d pulled the skin off burn victims during house fires while trying to drag them out safely. No. He was not sick from smoking, and not from seeing something gruesome.
    Milzy sighed. “What, LaForce?”
    “I don’t feel good.”
    “I need you on the fire side. Please. You two, get back to work.” Milzy strutted back up to the center supervisor pod. Was he trying to act like everything was business as usual? Normal? That some guy didn’t just get his head bashed in with a bat; and the guy with the bat eaten like he was a buffet?
    “What the hell is going on?” I asked. I wasn’t taking more calls. There were emergencies flooding the city, yes, but something really fucked up was happening here. Happening now.
    Tronnes stumbled out from the fire pod. He was bent over with one hand on the chest-high cubicle wall, the other on his knee. I stepped back. Not a moment too soon. Tronnes heaved and projectile vomit spewed from his mouth and nose. It splashed onto the carpeted floor. Wet, chunky, green vomit.
    He’d poised that way for ten, twenty seconds.
    Looked like a fountain statue in a pond filled with slimy, but thick water. The odor of ammonia and hot dogs immediately assaulted my nostrils. My breath caught in my lungs as I jumped back and plugged my nose.
    “Ah, shit,” I said.
    LaForce turned away. “This ain’t good, man.”
    I kept backing up. Toward the door. I wanted out.
    “Help,” Tronnes said, kept reaching for me. He reminded me of the guy at the fence—the way his fingers flicked at me.
    “Milzy,” I called out. “Milzy!”
    Milzy sat in a chair in the center supervisor chair, didn’t look good. Did he not just see Tronnes blow chunks? Instead, his hand slipped between the buttons on his shirt, and his palm massaged his bloated-looking belly.
    Spenser was on the City Fire channel. He had his headset on, but wasn’t doing anything. A new job flashed on his screen. Instead of dispatching it, he stared at me. Dark bags encircled his eyes, and his upper lip kept twitching.
    I knew we were out of fire equipment, there was no one to respond to anything, and I know Tronnes just got fucking sick all over the place--but Spenser should at least, at the very least, put the call out over the air.
    Across the room, Allison backed away from Taylor, and Kawyn. They looked, shit . . . they looked hungry. “Allison!” I yelled.
    She saw me, but stayed still. Her lips moved. I couldn’t hear a sound she made.
    I wanted