getting the blood out of his eyes but smearing it across his cheeks and forehead like a
successful hunter wallowing in the sloppy viscera of his prey.
The Vestal Amata stands amid the wastes of carnage, still naked, her white skin spattered with blood andwhite splinters of bone. There is a leaf of scalp adhered to one breast, and she plucks
it away by the hair and lets it drop on the ground. Her eyes are wide, fixated on the mush of a body at her feet.
Abe, Moses says. Find the girl some clothes.
Then he turns to the Vestal Amata herself.
Come on, he says. We’ll get you cleaned up, but not here. We gotta go. All this commotion –there’ll be more slugs than we know what to do with.
So Abraham finds the girl some clothes belonging to one of the smaller bandits – men’s pants and a shirt that fits her ill but covers her nakedness.
What Moses expects in her face is the blank trauma of horror – but the expression is different altogether. It is something of weariness, something even of irritation. In the back seat ofthe car, droplets of blood crusted in her red hair, she looks at Moses in the rearview mirror.
Who called in the cavalry? she said. Damn inelegant is what that was. I had the situation under control.
Is that right? Moses says. What was your plan? To tarantella them to death?
It was a distraction, she says. They were lettin down their guard. The slugs were coming. They would of beenoverrun in another fifteen minutes.
And what about you? Abraham says. Where would that leave you?
The Vestal shrugs.
Slugs don’t bother me none. You’ve seen it yourself. I would of gone along my merry way.
What’s with the talk anyway? Abraham asks. How come you keep changin the way you talk?
Why, sir, she replies with a sly smile, I can’t possibly imagine what you mean.
They drive north, and the road takes them through an empty desert dotted with dense copses of brushwood. They put Fountain Hills behind them, and the bandits, and the accumulated dead. The Todds
made sure, as they always do, that those they killed are killed for good. They will not swell the rout of walking dead on the surface of the earth.
Soon they are in a town called Sunflower, whichis a nothing of a place. They take an off-ramp from the highway to find a few untouched buildings, some corpses, long dead, littering the street.
Some of the corpses try to pick themselves up when they hear the noise of the engine drive by – but so old are they that their flesh has burned itself to the very tarmac, and when they rise,
they pull half their faces off. Then they sit, their energywasted in the simple act of rising, and poke curiously at their own faces, the exposed skull and the dry eye, now lidless, which will
never shut again.
But there is a women’s discount store on the main drag of the tiny town, and the Vestal Amata scrounges for clothes better fitting than those Abraham found for her in the bandits’
inventory. They do not trust her not to run away again,so the Todd brothers go into the store with her. They stay at the front, spreading out a map on the counter and trying to figure out the best
way to reach Colorado Springs. The largest freeways are not always ideal, travelling as they do through cities most densely populated with the dead.
As they consult the map, Moses notices that his brother keeps looking away, distracted. It’s the Vestal.She’s walking up and down the aisles pure naked. She tries on garments and
slings them over her arm if she likes them or drops them to a pile on the ground if she doesn’t. Her face and hair are still spattered with dried blood, but the rest of her body is a pale
white thing like something just crawled out from under a rock and feeling the sunlight for the first time in years. She is freckledall over her chest, and her bosoms are small and pointed.
Unselfconsciously, she scratches at her crotch and the bush of red pubic hair until she finds a pair of red underpants that suit her.
successful hunter wallowing in the sloppy viscera of his prey.
The Vestal Amata stands amid the wastes of carnage, still naked, her white skin spattered with blood andwhite splinters of bone. There is a leaf of scalp adhered to one breast, and she plucks
it away by the hair and lets it drop on the ground. Her eyes are wide, fixated on the mush of a body at her feet.
Abe, Moses says. Find the girl some clothes.
Then he turns to the Vestal Amata herself.
Come on, he says. We’ll get you cleaned up, but not here. We gotta go. All this commotion –there’ll be more slugs than we know what to do with.
So Abraham finds the girl some clothes belonging to one of the smaller bandits – men’s pants and a shirt that fits her ill but covers her nakedness.
What Moses expects in her face is the blank trauma of horror – but the expression is different altogether. It is something of weariness, something even of irritation. In the back seat ofthe car, droplets of blood crusted in her red hair, she looks at Moses in the rearview mirror.
Who called in the cavalry? she said. Damn inelegant is what that was. I had the situation under control.
Is that right? Moses says. What was your plan? To tarantella them to death?
It was a distraction, she says. They were lettin down their guard. The slugs were coming. They would of beenoverrun in another fifteen minutes.
And what about you? Abraham says. Where would that leave you?
The Vestal shrugs.
Slugs don’t bother me none. You’ve seen it yourself. I would of gone along my merry way.
What’s with the talk anyway? Abraham asks. How come you keep changin the way you talk?
Why, sir, she replies with a sly smile, I can’t possibly imagine what you mean.
They drive north, and the road takes them through an empty desert dotted with dense copses of brushwood. They put Fountain Hills behind them, and the bandits, and the accumulated dead. The Todds
made sure, as they always do, that those they killed are killed for good. They will not swell the rout of walking dead on the surface of the earth.
Soon they are in a town called Sunflower, whichis a nothing of a place. They take an off-ramp from the highway to find a few untouched buildings, some corpses, long dead, littering the street.
Some of the corpses try to pick themselves up when they hear the noise of the engine drive by – but so old are they that their flesh has burned itself to the very tarmac, and when they rise,
they pull half their faces off. Then they sit, their energywasted in the simple act of rising, and poke curiously at their own faces, the exposed skull and the dry eye, now lidless, which will
never shut again.
But there is a women’s discount store on the main drag of the tiny town, and the Vestal Amata scrounges for clothes better fitting than those Abraham found for her in the bandits’
inventory. They do not trust her not to run away again,so the Todd brothers go into the store with her. They stay at the front, spreading out a map on the counter and trying to figure out the best
way to reach Colorado Springs. The largest freeways are not always ideal, travelling as they do through cities most densely populated with the dead.
As they consult the map, Moses notices that his brother keeps looking away, distracted. It’s the Vestal.She’s walking up and down the aisles pure naked. She tries on garments and
slings them over her arm if she likes them or drops them to a pile on the ground if she doesn’t. Her face and hair are still spattered with dried blood, but the rest of her body is a pale
white thing like something just crawled out from under a rock and feeling the sunlight for the first time in years. She is freckledall over her chest, and her bosoms are small and pointed.
Unselfconsciously, she scratches at her crotch and the bush of red pubic hair until she finds a pair of red underpants that suit her.
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