Friday, October 19, 2018

'38 Rue Utopia ~ Ep.29

There’s a splinter in your eye and it reads, “React”
~ R.E.M. ‘Harbourcoat’ 1984


“Ghosts, ghosts, ghosts”
Joe’s killing has kept the kids’ attention focussed on the warehouse, as if to seek other ghosts there, all that remains at the fence is the echo of their chant in Daniels head. The zombie remains have degenerated to a putrid wall of fat, gristle and discoloured bone; the smell a wall in itself.
Even though it is common belief that Guy’s Plague cannot be transmitted other than genetically, most folk are reticent to get too close to the remains. The flies and worms and consuming microorganisms involved with decay have no such qualms; for them this is a feast, the earth welcomes her goodness returned.
Daniel lowers the fence voltage to just enough to deter the packs of dogs that roam outside; their night calls often the backdrop to tales told in the commons; and locks the switchgear room.
Next, he removes two battered shotguns from the vault where things of little value but their hazardous nature are kept; the weapons, such as they are, a ragged capture of old shotguns long ago looted from some hunting and shooting club, cold crypto-wallets, assorted pieces of even colder gold, silver and aluminium kept for those moments when hard old-fashioned currency is the only negotiating option. He removes a number of 100g ingots and a couple of wallets and secures them in the inner linings of his coat.


R.E.M.
Harbourcoat

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