How Green This Land, How Blue This Sea: A Newsflesh Novella by Mira Grant

come around the curve in the road and I’d seen, firsthand, that all those stories about Australia were not exaggerations. If anything, they had all been understating the case somewhat.
    “Because you said you thought it would be interesting—and because it’s about time that someone who doesn’t come from here started to understand what’s really happening out here. Not everything important happens in Europe or North America, mate. There’s an awful lot of world that most people never seem to bother with.”
    Then he’d clapped me on the shoulder and gone off to help Juliet and Olivia with the last of the gear, leaving me standing in front of the window and watching the eerily silent spectacle of zombie kangaroos throwing themselves eternally against an unyielding obstacle.
    “This is madness,” I muttered. One of the kangaroos was struggling to get back to its feet; it appeared to have broken something in its latest impact, and it couldn’t recover its balance. Another kangaroo kicked it as it bounded past on its own way to the fence. The downed kangaroo snapped its teeth at the retreating tail of the moving kangaroo. The motion was so characteristic to those infected with the Kellis-Amberlee virus that I didn’t need to be on top of the action to recognize it.
    Movement in the sniper tower drew my attention. A second man had joined the man already stationed there, and they were pointing to the fallen kangaroo, apparently deep in discussion about something. The first man raised his rifle to his shoulder. There was a faint jerk as the rifle’s recoil traveled down his arm. I glanced back toward the fallen kangaroo. It wasn’t trying to get up anymore. It wasn’t doing anything anymore, just lying there motionless. I couldn’t see the bullet hole, but I knew that it must have been a headshot that killed the beast. With the infected, nothing else is a guarantee.
    “Oi!” Jack’s voice came from the doorway behind me. I turned to see him standing there, one hand raised in a beckoning gesture. “Come on, then, the show’s about to start, you wouldn’t want to miss it. Your journalistic integrity would never forgive you.”
    “Show…?” I asked, walking toward him.
    “You see that big buck go down?” Jack raised one hand in a shooting gesture, sending an imaginary bullet at the wall before he turned and started down the stairs, clearly trusting me to follow. “They can’t have it next to the fence. It’s unsanitary, and it’s not safe. Don’t want anything giving the others the extra height, right? It’s a tall fence, but a little teamwork or leverage and bang-bang , we’re looking at a hot time in the old town tonight.”
    “Yes, thank you for that charming imagery, I’ve slept quite enough since arriving in Australia,” I said, suppressing a shudder. “What are they going to do?”
    “That’s the show!” We had reached the bottom of the stairs. It was somehow no surprise to find Olivia and Juliet waiting for us in the closet-sized square that was supposedly the lobby. Jack brushed past them, apparently determined to lead the way.
    I fell into step next to Olivia. “Would you please explain to me what’s going on?”
    “Kangaroos are protected by the Australian Wildlife Conservation Act of 2019,” said Olivia. “They used to be so endemic that they were considered pests in some areas, but these days, they’re on the verge of extinction almost everywhere outside the fence, even though it’s against the law to shoot them for anything other than self-preservation, and even that can turn sketchy if there’s no one to back up your claims.”
    “All right,” I said slowly. “What does that have to do with anything?”
    “A proper grounding in the subject is necessary for proper appreciation of the facts,” said Olivia, with a lilting cruelty that I recognized quite well, having heard it at one point or another from virtually every Newsie that I had ever met. “Look, that big buck