undead state.â
âAnd the cause of all this is that their souls canât leave their bodies?â
âTheir souls are not leaving their bodies,â Lowell said, âand thatâs causing the undead state. We donât know why itâs happening. We donât know if the souls canât leave or wonât leave.â
âMaybe hell is full,â Granato said, snickering.
âFuck you, Granato.â I felt like saying more but he pissed me off so much I couldnât think of anything.
âWe do know a little more,â Lowell said, âbased largely on your reports and our own efforts to control the out break.â
I nodded. âWe can free the souls from the bodies. But they still canât move onâthe ghost remains trapped with the remains.â
âThatâs the part we havenât figured out yet,â said Lowell. âWe havenât identified the cause. Weâre not even sure how to go about looking for it.â
âNot for lack of trying,â said Granato.
I glanced at him and narrowed my eyes. âWhat do you mean?â
Lowell drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly. âWe felt the only way to identify the cause was to observe subjects at the moment of deathâ¦â
âYou didnât.â
âWe have, yes. Hospice patients. Their estates receive sizable settlements and theyâre all volunteers. By the time we make contact, many of them have already pursued illegal end-of-life options.â
âDo you at least warn them theyâll turn into fucking zombies?â
âNot exactly,â Lowell said. âBut weâre hopeful we can resolve this crisis and give them the rest they deserve.â
âThey were going Zed, anyway,â Granato said. âAt least this way we might learn something from it.â
âAnd did you?â
âNot yet,â said Lowell. âThe fact is, itâs hard to observe a negative. At the moment of death, we observe all the physical changes weâd expectâcessation of life functions, basically. But neither Granato nor I can identify anything supernatural happening. Clearly, something is supposed to happen and itâs not.â
âSo how is your little shop of horrors supposed to help me solve the zombie problem, Lowell?â I couldnât see Iâd learned much, and what I had learned didnât seem all that useful.
âWeâre sharing the information we have, Ms. Riley,â Lowell said.
âWeâve also modeled the contagion mathematically,â Cindy said. âWe looked at multiple scenariosâunconstrained outbreak, quarantine, eradication. The scenarios are complicated by the fact that we donât know why the phenomenon is localizedâlimited to the Greater Los Angeles areaâor whether it will remain so. However, none of the scenarios produced markedly different results.â She tapped the screen on the tablet and brought up a graph. A green line showed human population and a red line representedzombies. The green line sloped downward, sharply, from left to right; the red line sloped upward, just as sharply. âAs you can see,â Cindy said, flipping through multiple screens, âall scenarios end the same way.â
âZero human population,â I said.
Cindy nodded and tapped the screen again, displaying rows of mathematical equations that meant absolutely nothing to me. âSince all the eigenvalues are nonpositive, the apocalyptic equilibrium is asymptotically stable. At least within the affected environment.â
âWhat the hell does that mean?â
âWeâre fucked,â Cindy said, and shrugged. âThe biggest problem will be population clusters.â
âIt will spread fastest in the most densely populated parts of the city,â I said.
âThatâs right,â Cindy said. âThe models depend on assumptions, and one of those assumptions is the
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