had the face and body of a pixie. Her misplaced smile—something the Mengele Virus seemed to have virtually eradicated—shamed the sun. Her hair and dress was a comfortable mixture of goth, punk, and scene. I was looking at Echo’s older sister… or future Echo. Either way, the similarity was eerie.
“ I want to have your babies,” Rizzo grinned, as she pulled away.
“ Cool down, Rizzo,” Morgan laughed. “There’ll be plenty of time for flirting once we clear this mess.”
Within a blink, Rizzo was all business. “What’s the plan?”
“ First and foremost, were you followed?”
“ No. And no one else knows about my current whereabouts. When I saw your transponder distress I assumed covert ops were in order.”
As Rizzo spoke, her eyes shifted from Morgan to me. The slightest blush rose on her cheeks. The cutest thing on the planet had officially arrived.
Would that I were gay.
“ Hummer has enough fuel to get us to the next station—hopefully.” Josh interrupted our little threesome.
“ What do you mean, hopefully ?”
Morgan’s sharp question caught Josh off guard.
“ I mean…well…I have no idea where the next station is. So how can I be one hundred percent sure we have enough—?”
“ There’s a station about five miles north of us.” Rizzo to the rescue.
Morgan turned to me and raised an eyebrow. “Well, Bethany?”
What was the plan? The only idea I had was the endgame—stuffing the Zero Day Collective down the throats of the undead army they’d created, then watching them die and turn to rot. We needed more than that. My brain buzzed through every piece of information we had. The single most relevant bit was the location of the ZDC—somewhere in Boulder, Colorado. To confuse matters, they were most likely on the move. With our current vulnerable state, we’d never stand a chance against the same destructive machine that had dropped mankind to its knees.
We needed to organize. That meant we needed a base of operations.
I turned to Morgan. “Where is the nearest Zombie Response Team unit in relation to Boulder?”
“ Denver was compromised, so that leaves New Salt Lake City, Utah. It’s not our largest cell, but the base is well protected.”
“ That’s our next move. The ZRT in New Salt Lake City.”
Morgan grabbed Rizzo and turned her so they were almost nose-to-nose.
“ You’re coming with us. I’ve spent too much time without you by my side.”
I stepped into the secretive tête-à-tête to add my own commandment. “And absolute radio silence. No one is to know what we are doing or where we are going. The Zero Day Collective is listening. We cannot give them any information that would tip them off.”
“ Hold that thought.” Rizzo zipped away before I could continue. No sooner had I turned to Morgan to get a bit more information on our newly acquired teammate, Rizzo returned with an army-grade walkie-talkie.
“ If you need me, use this. It runs on an encrypted channel. No civilian unit can pick up on this signal.”
I glared at the proffered walkie.
“ I wouldn’t be so sure of that. The Zero Day Collective are surprisingly brilliant at breaking the rules of nature, technology, and physics. If they can fuck us, they will. No foreplay, no lube. Fortunately, we have me on our side.” I offered my hand out to Rizzo. “Let me see that walkie for a moment.”
As soon as the piece of tech was in my hand, I instructed Rizzo to grab its mate and take it to Jamal. The second she was out of sight, I turned to the Hummer and grabbed Jamal’s attention.
“ Remember that radio mod we created in school?”
Jamal grinned like a boy who’d seen his first naked woman. “I do. It was a thing of beauty.”
“ How long would it take us to reverse engineer this radio and its mate with the same level of encryption?”
Before I could ask another question, he had the radio in his hands. After a single tilt of the head, his big brown eyes looked up at me and he