turned yellow at the temples. Her eyes were the color of olives.
“You’re human.”
“Yup. Guessing I’m the first one you’ve seen in a while.”
“And you’re helping them? Why?”
The woman looked up from the clipboard. “Because I do what I’m told. You will, too, if you know what’s good for you. Now, I’m Louise. What’s your name?” She sat down at the desk and rummaged until she found a pen, then looked up at Hannah expectantly.
“Hannah. Hannah Jordan. What is this place?”
Louise scribbled on the clipboard. “Refugee camp,” she said.
“In a prison? Run by vampires?”
Louise put down the pen and sighed. “This is the state penitentiary. The thing about prisons, little girl, is that they have big walls, and walls keep out the dead. This is the safest place you could hope to be.”
“I was someplace safer.”
“Must not’ve been, if they found you.”
Hannah shook her head in disgust, mostly at herself. “I was stupid. I left.”
“Well, you’re here now. And like you said, the vampires run the show. So you keep your head down and behave like a good little sheep, and they’ll take good care of you, keep you fed and safe. All you have to do is make a donation to the blood bank once a month, and don’t stir up trouble.”
Hannah chewed the inside of her cheek as everything Louise told her sunk in. What kind of nightmare world had she walked into? Carried Noah into? “I have a brother,” she said. “He’s just a baby. Esme said they have him. Do you know where he is?”
Louise’s demeanor softened a little as she gave Hannah a look of sympathy. “They keep the children separated, to keep all the families in line.”
“You mean they hold them hostage.”
Louise grimaced at the term, but she nodded. “I don’t know where they keep them. I do know that they take good care of them, and they’ll let you visit him every now and then if you behave.” With a sigh, she picked her pen back up. “All right, let’s get to it. Everybody here has a job, and we need to find one for you. What did you do before the outbreak?”
“I was a nursing student. Second year.”
“That’s good.” She jotted down some notes. “Anything else?”
Hannah shrugged. “I worked as a carhop at Sonic.”
The woman grunted. “Any special skills?”
Hannah was an excellent marksman. She could field strip a rifle in under a minute. She knew which wild plants and berries were edible and which were poisonous, and she knew three different ways to start a fire without any matches. But somehow she didn’t think any of that would come in handy in this place. “I know first aid and CPR,” she said. “And I can sew.”
“Good. I’ll put you down for laundry duty. We can always use people who know how to mend clothes. You can also help out in the clinic twice a month, and I’ll put you on the Emergency Response Team.” She glanced up at Hannah. “Think you can handle all of that?”
Hannah nodded.
“Good. In here, we all pull our weight. We all work, we all share, we all help each other out. This situation has forced us all to become communists.” She sighed, and there was a resignation to it. “I hope that doesn’t offend your sense of patriotism, but that doesn’t really matter. There is no America anymore.”
That news stunned Hannah. “What about the rest of the world? Is there anybody left?”
“There are other camps. Dozens, all over the world. All under the vampires’ control. There is no human government anymore.”
Hannah felt her jaw hanging open, and closed it. “How did that happen?”
Louise gave her a skeptical look. “Where have you been, girl? Hiding under a rock?”
“Pretty much.”
Louise sighed. “Well, first people started dying. Then they started coming back and killing. Nobody knew why. They still don’t. But it spread like a plague, too fast for the CDC or anybody else to keep up with.”
“Through their bites,” said Hannah. “I got that
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