Alice
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Alice Carroll hardly remembers life before the plague. When the undead first crawled from their graves, it was like a nightmare. When they killed her mother, the nightmare became shockingly real. Now her sister Dinah has contracted the ‘un-deadly’ virus and without a cure, soon she’ll be worse than dead.
She’ll be Momerath.
To save her sister, Alice must leave the safety of the Sector and venture into Momerath territory in search of an antidote - if it exists. Chasing a rumor about a mysterious doctor with a cure, Alice falls down the rabbit hole into Wanderland, where ravenous Momerath aren’t the only danger lurking.
J.M. Sullivan
Teacher by day, award-winning author by night, J.M. Sullivan is a fairy tale fanatic who loves taking classic stories and turning them on their head When she is not writing, J.M. prefers to cat, choosing instead to stay at home and spend time with her husband and their four amazing kids. Although known to dabble in adulting, J.M. is a big kid at heart who still believes in true love, magic, and most of all, the power of coffee.
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- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5I got this book to review through NetGalley. I was immediately interested in the fact that it was an Alice in Wonderland retelling. I was a bit unsure about the whole zombie theme to it. It ended up being an interesting blend of Resident Evil-like post-apocalyptic zombie tale and Alice in Wonderland re-imaging. This is the first book in a new series (I thought it was stand alone but it’s not). This was a well written novel and overall I ended up enjoying it. I liked the characters and thought that the way the Alice in Wonderland content was blended in was well done and very tongue-in-cheek. It’s definitely a dark retelling and reminds a bit of the Alice: Madness Returns video game. You could also compare this series to Showalter’s Alice in Zombieland; I thought this book was much more well done than the Alice in Zombieland series. The writing flows well and is engaging; I found myself drawn into the story and this ended up being a quick read for me. There were some inconsistencies that I struggled to get over. For example Alice is supposedly very bookish and introverted; yet suddenly when she gets to Wanderland she is able to sword fight and kick zombie butt...I was kind of like “Huh, where’d she learn that from”. Some of the reveals about Chess also bothered me. The parallels between this book and the original Alice in Wonderland series are well done. Right away Alice is led through Wanderland by Chess, a nimble boy who frequently disappears and is cryptic. The doctor she chases through the city is named after the White Rabbit and another of the researchers is named Matt Hatta. I enjoyed hunting for the parallels and loved how they were hidden throughout the story. I did not realize that this is the first book in a series, so this book has absolutely no resolution and pretty much ends right in the middle of things...just a heads up. Overall while I did enjoy this book, I am not huge into zombie survival novels right now so I am uncertain as to whether or not I will continue with the series. I would recommend to those who enjoy post-apocalyptic zombie tales or are obsessed with Alice in Wonderland retellings.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5There are so many revisions on this tale. I liked this twist that author, J.M. Sullivan took for this book. Of course, there was the undead but it also had a bit of a dystopian feel to it that I enjoyed. The world of "Wanderland" is not all mystical. In fact, you could call it "upside down". Things you thought you knew about your favorite characters are not the same in this book. For example: Rabbit is a doctor, Mad Hatter is know as Matt Hatta, a mad scientist. the Queen, she is more evil, and my favorite Cheshire Cat aka Chess, a boy. The way that Chess kept pushing Alice's buttons made me smile and laugh. Yet, as much as the momerath were supposed to be feared, I did not fear them as much as I did the evil Queen. You do not want to get on her bad side. Although, I don't think she has a good side. The ending was a bit of a surprise. It left me looking forward to the next book.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Ich habe schon länger keine Märchennacherzählung mehr zur Hand genommen. Als ich dann aber neulich das Cover von Alice sah, habe ich gar nicht mehr lange geforscht und mir das Buch geschnappt. Denn eine Neuinterpretation von Alice im Wunderland konnte meiner Meinung nach nur interessant werden. Was ich allerdings zuletzt erwartet hätte: Zombies – oder Momeraths, wie sie in diesem Buch genannt werden.Alice war vollkommen anders als ich es mir vorgestellt habe, aber es hat mich weitestgehend positiv überrascht. Obwohl ich eigentlich kein Freund von Zombiegeschichten bin, konnte es mich wegen seiner vielen geschickten Referenzen zu Alice im Wunderland gut unterhalten und auch Alices knackiger Humor, und wie sie ihre Machete schwingt, wusste zu überzeugen. Wer es zudem dystopisch mag und gerne durch leere, verwüstete Straßen streift, in deren Winkel überall gefräßige Momeraths lauern, der ist hier erst einmal richtig beraten. Atmosphärisch gut aufgebaut, mit einer bildhaften Szenerie die man sich gut vorstellen kann, steckt man sofort mitten drin in der Zombieapokalypse.Es hat mir gefallen, dass es eine Geschichte über zwei Schwestern war. Da Dinah aber schon zu Beginn erkrankt, erlebt man die beiden jungen Frauen leider nicht oft zusammen und folgt letztlich doch nur Alice, die sich in das gefährliche Momerath Gebiet hinauswagt um ein Heilmittel für ihre Schwester zu finden. Außerhalb des Sektors trifft Alice natürlich auf allerlei Gefahren, die ebenso schlimm sind wie die Momerath. Besonders die Red Queen sticht heraus, deren grausige Methoden sich sehen lassen können. In Wanderland (das einstige Phoenix) schnetzelt sich unsere Heldin nun durch ganze Horden von Momeraths und verliert dabei nie ihren etwas schwarzen Humor. Auf ihrer Suche nach dem Heilmittel lernt Alice dann Chess kennen. Der ist ein ziemlich rastloser Typ, ständig in Bewegung und immer mit einem frechen Kommentar auf den Lippen. Allerdings hat er die Neigung plötzlich zu verschwinden, besonders dann, wenn es brenzlig wird. Die beiden liefern sich herrliche Wortgefechte und Chess hat unzählige Spitznamen für seine neue Begleiterin in petto. Als Kenner des ursprünglichen Märchens wird an dieser Stelle vielleicht schon auffallen, dass Chess eine Interpretation der Grinsekatze ist (ja, der junge Mann grinst auch die ganze Zeit über). Solche recht weit gefassten, aber gerade noch erkennbaren Interpretationen gibt es in Alice etliche. Am deutlichsten stechen da die Namen mancher Protagonisten heraus, wie z.B. Dr. White R. Abbot oder Alices Vater Dr. Lewis Caroll. Auf andere Sachen muss man dagegen gezielter achten, wenn man den Querverweis erkennen will.Wer jetzt diese etwas skurrile magische Welt des Märchens erwartet, der wird vielleicht enttäuscht werden. Alice ist eher so etwas wie eine Mischung aus Resident Evil, The Walking Dead und Zombieland. Alle Figuren aus dem original Märchen wurden in menschlicher Form umgesetzt und in eine urbane – wenn auch post-apokalyptische – Szene verlagert in der ordentlich Blut spritzt. Im Grunde also ein solider Ansatz, wenn man mit der richtigen Erwartung herangeht. Nach hinten raus musste ich dann aber leider erleben, wie die Autorin etwas einbaut was mir den Spaß auf den letzten Metern doch noch ein bisschen verdorben hat, denn da taucht es wieder auf, das allgegenwärtige Dreiecks-Liebesdrama in Jugendbüchern. Ich fand das Geplänkel zwischen Chess und Alice so schön locker und es war erfrischend, dass ich mich zunächst nur auf die beiden konzentrieren konnte.Tja und dann … Auftritt Nathan. Wozu es ständig dieses »Wen nimmt sie?« und die künstlichen Trennungs-Dramen braucht – die letztlich ja doch noch das absehbare verzögern – erschließt sich mir einfach nicht. Mir geht das schlicht auf den Keks. In diesem Fall taucht der zweite sexy boy zwar erst sehr spät auf und entsprechend hält sich das Gezeter noch sehr in Grenzen, im Folgeteil dieser Reihe dürfte das übliche Hin und Her dann aber voll in Gang kommen. Das hat mein Interesse an der Reihe gleich wieder einschlafen lassen. Schade.Davon einmal abgesehen ist Alice aber ein gutes, unterhaltsames Buch mit einer Prise Splatter und wer diese Art Romanzen mag, der kann mit dem Roman wohl nichts verkehrt machen. Das Buch erzählt natürlich keine neue Geschichte. Die Idee mit dem Zombievirus ist alt, aber die Umsetzung, vor allem als Märchenadaption, ist gut gelungen. Wer also nicht auf der Suche nach etwas völlig neuartigem ist und die Zombie Thematik mag, dem würde ich Alice guten Gewissens empfehlen.
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Alice - J.M. Sullivan
Down the Rabbit Hole
1
His head exploded. I’d never seen someone’s head explode. I never thought I would. Maybe in the movies, but not in real life.
It’s amazing what a 12-gauge can do at close range. The gun wasn't even ours, just a rusty old rifle we found on the side of the road. It only had one shell left. I don’t even know why I picked it up. It was just supposed to be used as a safeguard, but it gave Dinah and me enough time to put some distance between ourselves and the monsters. I guess it did its job.
No one ever stops to think how one day life can be mind-numbingly ordinary and then the next, completely go to shit. Not that it matters whether you think about it or not. What matters is how you deal with it. Like Dinah says, We can only play the cards we’ve been dealt. It doesn’t do any good to wish about things you can’t change.
Alice wiped her tired eyes and peered at the journal on her desk. She scrunched her nose as she looked at the crude sketch she had drawn next to her entry. While it was no artistic rendering, her pencil had captured the raggedy, emaciated figure with its unhealthy soot-gray skin and vacant dead eyes quite accurately. Her brow furrowed as she remembered how it looked after the gun bucked--face half gone with its thick blood forming a gruesome shower. It took hours to wash the black stains from her silvery hair.
She studied the haunted creature glaring at her from the page. A shiver shot through her, ending in a violent twist of her stomach. The ghost of a scream echoed in her ears and she was ten years old again, hiding in a ransacked gas station with her mother. Her hands trembled as she remembered pleading in hushed tones for her mother to stay behind the cashier’s desk with her while the creatures outside howled in rage.
We have to get out of here before they come inside. If not, we’ll both be trapped. Her mother’s forest green eyes filled with a sadness Alice had never seen in them before. It was wrong; her mother was never sad. She was joy—life.
Alice’s lower lip quivered. She hated what came next. Begging. Tears. I love you, Alice. Running. Yelling. Terror. All followed by a flash of ripping, bloody claws.
Death.
A teardrop fell on the monster in the paper, blurring the graphite lines. Alice brushed it away quickly, smearing the picture further. She ran her hand back over it angrily, wishing she could wipe out the memory the same way. When she pulled her hand away, only a gray blob remained, ruining the page.
That’s appropriate.
Alice thought about the way the monsters had shown up and ruined everything. Her stomach turned as she remembered the first time she saw them. She had just crawled out of bed and walked into the living room where her mother was watching her favorite news station. Rounding the corner, she heard confused shouting and terrible screams above the reporter’s voice.
…I can’t tell you exactly what happened in Washington District this morning, Trey, but it seems a mob of citizens turned violent and began attacking other pedestrians on the streets outside Borogove Industries…
Her voice died out and Alice stared at the screen in stunned silence. It was a nightmare. The cameraman panned the shot to a large pack of men and women in business suits rampaging the streets. At least, they looked like men—except they were mauling people.
Suddenly, the screen blacked out.
"That’s enough of that. Alice’s mother set the clicker on the coffee table and compulsively started tidying the room the way she always did when she was upset. She went to the kitchen and brought back a dust cloth and some varnish.
Here. Help me with this. She handed the cleaning supplies to Alice.
I think it would be best if you stayed home today."
Alice never made it back to school. By the time the evening news aired, all major channels were reporting unnatural attacks surging out of the Phoenix area. Momerath, CNN called them, a mixture of moment
and wrath,
since a person could turn into a raging killing machine with less than a moment’s notice. She supposed it stemmed from the media’s obsession with conjoined nicknames like Bennifer
and Brangelina.
She didn’t get it, but the name stuck.
That was six years ago. Now, at sixteen, she should be a junior in high school, but instead of her mother teaching her to drive, Dinah was teaching her how to keep rampaging monsters from tearing her to pieces.
Alice sighed and flipped lazily through her journal. Bits and pieces of the world after the Plague jumped out at her as she skimmed the pages.
… Momerath reported in all fifty states. . . military fighting back, but it’s not enough…people say it’s gone international. Flip.
…They can be killed! . . . have to destroy the nervous system. . . ask Dinah what the heck that means… Flip.
…There’s more than momerath. . . there are Carriers too. . . people who have the virus, but don’t show it until it’s too late… Alice paused to look at another rough sketch she had drawn inline with her entry. It was a box that she had split into two sections. The first showed a little stick girl lying in bed, coughing. The next box was the girl standing on the bed with her arms raised and long claws reaching out from them. The word momerath
had been written above in scratchy red pen.
Alice remembered that entry. She drew it after she had snuck downstairs to watch the news with Dinah and her mother one night after she had been sent to bed. They sat on the couch together, her mother’s pale hands clutched Dinah’s as they watched the report in stunned silence.
Terrifying images flitted across the television screen, and she had to strain her ears to hear the hushed volume to make sense of what she was seeing. A man was on the screen, pale and shaky as he spoke with the reporter.
…we just thought she was sick—the doctor said it was pneumonia…
He trailed off, his voice broken. The background switched to gruesome pictures of a mother and two boys lying on the floor, their bodies disjointed and mangled. Another picture flashed to a different angle, revealing the mother’s eyes, wide with fear. The rest of her face was missing. The final photograph showed a decapitated momerath, dressed in a frilly pink nightdress with golden plaits twisted around the stump of its bloody neck. Alice had to clap her hand over her mouth to keep from crying out so she didn’t get caught. She had nightmares for months after that.
She took in a deep breath and looked once more at the picture. Now that she was older, the image didn’t torment her any longer, but it still made her stomach squirm. She flipped the page again, burying the memory.
…CDC says the Plague is a virus. It lives in the blood, makes it bad somehow…momerath kill because they need clean blood…Dinah won’t tell me what it means. Mom won’t let her. I wish Dad was here. He could explain it to me…
This time, a blaze of anger surged through her chest. How much time had she spent wishing he would come back? Too much, she thought bitterly. What a waste of her time. Angry Flip.
Alice sighed and shut the cover of her journal. That’s enough depressing thoughts for today,
she grumbled, tapping her pencil against the desk. "Maybe tomorrow, you can relive the day Mr. Carroll left. That’s just what you need. She snorted.
Yes. Then afterward, you can seek professional help for talking to yourself."
It would probably be a good idea,
a musical voice agreed, startling Alice from her monologue. It’s getting kind of creepy.
Dinah stood in the doorway, brown eyes crinkling as she flashed a teasing grin.
Alice rolled her eyes but smiled at her older sister. Technically, her adopted older sister. Both girls had been taken in by the Carrolls when they were babies. First Dinah, then Alice a few years later. Standing beside each other, it was obvious they weren’t related. Though both girls had pretty faces and petite frames made slender by strict food rationing, all similarities ended there. Barely older than twenty-two, Dinah was gorgeous, with beautiful dark skin and rich mahogany eyes. She kept her curly ebony hair cut short and out of her face, which only emphasized her natural beauty.
Alice was the complete opposite. Her smooth, porcelain skin was so fair Dinah often joked that she could glow in the dark, and she was probably right. Her hair was the same: pale blonde that looked silver when the sun hit it right. It was one of her favorite features, which is why, even though it drove her crazy half the time, she never cut it. Paired with her high cheekbones and heart-shaped lips, it accentuated her dusky blue eyes and gave her a striking appearance. She wasn’t a captivating beauty like Dinah, but she wasn’t plain either.
Alice scoffed, used to her sister’s teasing. Whatever. I only talk to myself because I don’t have anyone else to talk to. It’s a coping mechanism.
Dinah slapped her hand across an imaginary wound on her chest. "You can talk to me. I’m always here for you, little sister, she said, wrapping her arm around Alice’s shoulders to hug her tight.
Because. I. Love You." She squeezed her close with each word for emphasis, then finished by planting a sloppy kiss on her cheek. Alice shrieked and hurried to wipe her face on her shoulder. Dinah laughed and let her go.
Alice huffed and tried to glare at her sister, but only succeeded in letting out an unattractive snort. Like their appearances, the two girls had completely different personalities. Though Alice whined about not having anyone to talk to, it wasn’t a valid complaint. Even if people were around, her preference was to stay at home, reading or writing in her journal. If she did have to go out, she would rather watch the people in the Sector than have to interact with them. It was probably where her habit of talking to herself came from. Dinah always teased her about it. But then, Dinah didn’t have problems talking to anyone. One would think the apocalypse could put a damper on anybody’s spirit, but not Dinah’s. She had an easy smile and quick quip to offer to anyone in the Sector, especially Alice.
You about ready to head out?
Dinah stretched lazily against the doorjamb. We need to make sure we get back before dark.
Alice groaned. Scavenging through abandoned homes and old belongings was depressing and made her feel guilty. It set her nerves on edge.
Don’t give me the pout.
Dinah grimaced at Alice’s sulky expression. We have to eat.
I know,
Alice whined, "it’s just so creepy." She shuddered for emphasis.
That may be true, but it doesn’t make it any less necessary.
Alice wrinkled her nose. Dinah was right—as always—but low stock in the pantry didn't make traipsing into momerath territory any more appealing. Can we at least stop at the library on the way back?
She needed new reading material. She had gone through all her other books at least twice already. Her favorites were on their fourth or fifth read-through each.
Sure,
Dinah promised. But that means we need to get going. We don’t want to run out of daylight, and I have to stop at the Peterson’s before we leave the Sector. Mrs. Peterson says the baby has a fever and wants me to check her out.
Alright. Let me get my books and I’ll meet you out front.
Alice picked up her backpack and searched the room for the borrowed books scattered around her room.
I don’t know why you bother returning them.
Dinah shook her head It’s not like anyone is going to notice they’re gone.
Alice shrugged. One of the things she hated most about scouting was taking things from people’s homes. It didn’t matter if the owners were long gone or dead, it still felt like stealing. Returning library books might have been completely irrelevant, but it gave her guilty conscience a reprieve.
She scanned her room, making sure not to forget anything. Her eyes landed on a picture of her family prior to the world falling apart. It was taken a few months before the Plague began, on a weekend trip to Huntington Beach. Alice could almost smell the salty sea air and feel the sand between her toes. She and Dinah leaned together with their mother holding melty ice cream cones on the pier next to Ruby’s Diner. Mr. Carroll had been long gone, but it didn’t stop them from having a blast. They spent the day playing sand volleyball, swimming, and hunting for seashells before ending with dinner and dessert on the pier. They asked a stranger to snap their picture and before he could, Mom smashed her cone in Dinah’s face, covering her nose in vanilla ice cream. Alice smiled, remembering how she shrieked when Dinah snorted, spraying ice cream everywhere.
Curious how a memory can make you happy and sad all at the same time, she thought, looking wistfully at the picture.
Maybe those are the best memories of all,
she said, then realized she was talking to herself again. Sighing, she swung her backpack over her shoulder and hurried downstairs to meet her sister.
2
Alice followed Dinah down the Sector’s Main Street. The Petersons didn’t live far. Considering the commune’s small size, everyone lived relatively close to each other. Main Street wasn’t even really a street. It was a common area where Sector residents spent their days. Ratty kids ran up and down the pavement playing tag with each other, weaving in and out of makeshift stalls where vendors would hawk their wares. Loud voices clambered over each other as men haggled over payment. Paper money was a thing of the past. No one had use for it anymore—now people bartered goods or services for things they needed. Alice was willing to bet that was why Dinah was going to the Petersons’ today. Before the Plague hit, Dinah attended school to be a nurse. Though she never graduated, she had almost completed her course. It was more qualification than most people had, so now she worked as the community’s resident caretaker.
It shouldn’t take long, I just need to stop in and see the baby,
Dinah said. It sounds like she’s got a bit of a cold. Seems to be going around right now.
She sneezed, as if to emphasize her point. See what I mean?
Alice didn’t answer. She was busy wondering what she was going to do when it was time for her to start contributing to the house. For now, she helped Dinah with scouting and shadowed the occasional house call. But she wasn’t skilled like Dinah. To be fair, Dinah had a head start. She had wanted to be a nurse since she was little and had seen Mr. Carroll come home in his scrubs. She said any job that let her work in her pajamas had to be a good one.
Alice couldn’t remember much about Mr. Carroll. Most of what she knew came from the stories Dinah would tell.
"Dad used to be different from the way he was before he left, Dinah would begin.
He was happy and fun. His work was important to him, but he always made time for us too. And the time I got so sick, he was the one who took care of me. He had to take weeks off work, but he did, staying with me to make sure I was alright. It’s too bad you didn’t get to see the best of him. Here, Dinah’s smile would always fall to a frown.
Then something changed. He and Mom started fighting a lot and he wouldn’t come home until really late at night. When he was home, he would lock himself in his office and stay there for hours. I’m sure he still loved us, but his work consumed him."
Dinah’s stories didn’t help Alice understand why she would want to pursue a career in the medical field. It sounded terrible. But Dinah must have seen something good in it. Then again, Dinah always saw the good in things. She also had an extra eight years with Mr. Carroll. Alice tried not to dwell on it, but sometimes when she thought about all she had missed out on, bitter resentment would gnaw at the pit of her stomach.
A sharp pain on the top of Alice’s head jerked her from her thoughts as Dinah rapped knuckles against her forehead. Hello! Earth to Alice! Anyone home?
Ow! Hey!
Alice massaged the spot her sister whacked.
You zoned out again.
Dinah shook her head in disbelief. Did you hear anything I said? I swear, it’s a miracle anyone tries to keep you company.
Alice scrunched her nose and stuck out her tongue at her sister. "I'm wonderful company," she said.
Obviously.
Dinah rolled her eyes. You definitely keep yourself entertained, that’s for sure.
She huffed. "Anyway, I was saying Mrs. Peterson is concerned about a fever and cough the baby has. I guess she’s been like this for a few days, so the worst is probably over. I’m just going to pop in for a minute and I’ll be right down. Wait here, okay?"
Yeah, sure.
Alice didn’t want to go upstairs anyway. The Petersons were nice people, but Alice didn’t think they realized they were living in an apocalypse. They had six kids and Mrs. Peterson was pregnant again. Their house was always loud and busy and messy. No thanks. She would stay down here with the street vendors and their noise. It was less obnoxious than the kids. She sat on the stoop of the apartment building and gazed out at Main Street. Several stalls had sprung up and four of the Petersons were playing outside, chasing a striped tabby cat with a couple of other boys from the Sector. A few women cackled loudly, exchanging commune gossip while neatly folding stacks of laundry to take home.
Over the busyness, a familiar voice rang out across the pavement. News from the outside! Updates from outside the Sector!
Alice turned towards a gangly boy about her age walking through the streets, yelling at people he passed to make an exchange for information. He was skinny with mousy brown hair that grew just past his oversized ears. They suited him, considering he was the self-appointed Sector messenger. As such, it was his job to find and share any news coming into the commune, and he was good at it. How he always seemed to be the first to get the scoop, Alice had no idea.
Oi! Alice!
His face lit up as he waved and hurried to cross the street.
More news, Lewis?
She punched him softly on the shoulder. Don’t you ever do anything besides make up stories?
No stories, only God’s honest truth!
Lewis’s voice rose as he countered her jibe. Heard it from a group we met travelin’ out of the city and headin’ to the country—Buckeye, I think. Had family out there or somethin’. They said there might be a way to fix everything! Said they heard about some doctor who was working on a cure. Made it sound he was kind of crazy though. Guess he’d have to be to not have given up yet. But think! What if it worked? What if he found a cure?
Lewis’s features sparked in excitement as he spilled his news, too enthused to attempt to work out a trade.
Alice shook her head as she listened. What if rivers flowed in the desert?
she sighed. Lewis exasperated her, always talking about life before the Plague and how it would be if everything was different. He was a dreamer. It would be nice, but it’s not gonna happen, Lewis. You shouldn’t spout off talk like that, giving false hope to people. It’d be better if they focused on surviving. It’s more important than some silly dream.
But Alice, dreams are how people get by in a place like this,
Lewis countered. His freckles faded with his smile. We gotta find somethin’ to hold onto, else we’ll all go mad.
You’d be better off holding on to your head,
Alice quipped. Lewis couldn't read past a fourth-grade level—he had no business trying to get philosophical on her. She glanced at him and her expression softened when his shoulders slumped in defeat. Lewis couldn’t help but dream; it was who he was. She let out a guilty groan before forcing a small smile to her lips. Look, Lewis, I gotta go.
She nudged his shoulder apologetically. Dinah and I are going on a supply run, she said.
Try not to make up too many more stories while I’m gone."
Lewis brightened, all hurt forgotten. Ain’t stories, Alice. You’ll see. One day, sure enough, you’ll see.
In a flash, he was off, yelling again to catch the attention of someone willing to trade for information.
Sure thing.
Alice waved as she walked back to the Petersons’ building to meet Dinah, who had walked out of the complex and was sliding the wooden barricade back into place. You ready?
she asked, hurrying to her sister.
Always.
Dinah coughed at the dust the barricade kicked up. Let’s get out of here. The baby is sicker than I thought. I’m not sure what it is, but she’s going to need stronger medicine than I have. We’ll have to see if we can find a pharmacy while we’re out. We’d better get moving.
Alice matched Dinah’s brisk pace away from Main Street. They walked back the way they came, towards their apartment building, but instead of going in, they kept south, not stopping until they reached the abandoned outer edge of the Sector. No one wanted to live in the buildings closest to momerath territory. Alice didn’t blame them. She still remembered how hordes of the monsters used to scrape along the sides of the fence searching for points of entry before eventually giving up and shuffling off through the desert.
After the momerath departed, people eased up a bit, but no one was keen on setting up camp on the edge of the Sector. This worked in the girls’ favor, since what they were about to do was technically not allowed. People weren’t supposed to leave the safety of the Sector, and it wasn’t easy. To keep momerath out, two heavy chain-link walls had been set up with barbed wire bordering the tops. The inner fence served as a backup in case the first one fell. Between the fences was an added layer of protection: a five-foot gap filled with more coiled barbed wire. The ground was littered with shattered glass and sections of two-by-four with huge nails sticking up at every angle, intended to slow down anything that risked walking through it. Lewis had told her there were even supposed to be land mines scattered in as well.
So far, the safeguards had held and no breaches had been reported. But that was only because the girls had never