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on his knee before he
knocked me out.  But I think I got a bit of respect from him that day.  He even
gave me a nickname—“Fuckface.”  He never used anyone’s name, so even that was a
breakthrough.  I enjoyed watching him limp for a day or so.
    Luckily, after Ian knifed another
sniper in a fight over ammunition, Santos made clear that there would be no
more violence against me.  I might not be the best in a fistfight, but I could
still shoot.

 
    Chapter 8:      Kate’s
Diary—The Inner Core
    Not sure why he delayed going after
Jack so long, but it’s been about a month since I was captured.  I can’t really
tell, since I’m often locked in rooms with no light. This is not something that
ever happened to me before the Change.  I always had complete freedom, access
to light, plenty of food, transportation, everything.  It’s impossible not to
take it for granted.  I sure did.  In any event, not having light throws off
your internal clock.  You can’t sleep and you get totally disoriented.
    I’m lucky that Santos is gay (but can
you ever really tell?), because he definitely has a kinky sadistic vibe going
on.  Mariana is lucky, too.  I least I hoped so at first, anyway.  That is not
a typical brother sister deal going on there.  Even with him gay (or gayish) and
her a zombie they sort of have something going on.  Too much touching.  Too
many meaningful glances.  Way beyond a healthy sibling relationship.  Even
worse because the expression on her face never changes.  She is absolutely
blank.
    Even under the circumstances I felt
bad for her.  Not enough to ever make me hesitate if I got a chance to kill
her, though.  I don’t know who I’d kill first, him or her.  That would be a
good problem to have.
    Luckily, he left me alone.  One guy,
a human, came in one night thinking he was going to rape me, but I’d sharpened
a bit of wood on the floor and jammed it in his eye then kicked him in the
balls, again and again, while he screamed like a bitch.  By the time they
pulled him out, his balls were jelly.  Santos threw him to the Zs and told the
others that I was “his.”  No fucking way, but I’d rather have a gay zombie
psycho protector than be fair game for everyone.
    I knew that Jack would prepare the
Farm for an attack, but I was amazed at the number of zombies that Santos was
accumulating here in Burlington.  We had already killed thousands, but there
were so many.
    One thing he did was release the
zombies from cars up and down the highway.  There were thousands.  We’d tried
to end the car zombies, but there was never enough time.
    Mariana seemed to recognize any
special abilities immediately.  She’d put her wolves in charge of about a dozen
shamblers, and brains in charge of a dozen or so wolf packs.  There were other
levels as well.  It was chaotic, but there was some structure to it.  It seemed
to work.
    She ended up with a control group of
about ten or twelve, all female, directly beneath her.  They looked sort of
like her, almost human.  They never spoke.  They would come to Mariana, usually
in small groups but often all of them at once.  They’d stand silently around
her for a few minutes, then leave.  After they left, Santos would appear, since
he kept a close eye on Mariana.  He’d been watching all along.
    I began to think of them as the
“Inner Core.”  Mariana, Santos, and the lead group of females.  I bet that Jack
would come up with something like the “Cougar Club” instead.  I miss him.
    There was no way for me to count how
many zombies there were, but it was thousands.  Almost too many to shoot, I’d
think.  Whenever the “girls” left Mariana, the activity level would change
immediately as they distributed her orders down the line.
    As for the humans, Santos would send
out packs of wolves to locate and surround groups of survivors.  Most of them
were well armed, many of them were total skanks, like the guys we’d tried to
remove