Ex-Heroes by Peter Clines (cheapest way to read ebooks TXT) 📕

nervous system as people have suspected from the start. That’s why destroying the brain is the only thing that stops them—the virus is all through the body, but it primarily resides in the brain and sends impulses along the nerves. You’ll still have the enhanced cells, but nothing stimulating them into action.”

Doctor Connolly bent down and tapped her screen to advance her notes. “On top of that,” she continued, “they’re cold. It seems an active process of the infection is to lower a body’s core temperature down into the fifties after death. This helps slow the decay rate even further.”

“So,” Stealth said, “can you estimate how long they last?”

“Off everything we’ve seen so far, I’m going to say the average ex can exist for twenty-eight months before decay progresses to a point where it can no longer remain active. Give or take two months, and not counting outside influences. Farther north, with seasonal changes, one could exist for four or five years. In the tropics, with the constant heat and humidity, a few months less. That cold snap we had back in February probably added a few weeks to all their lives here.” She shrugged.

“It’s hard to make any exact estimates without knowing the particulars of patient zero,” said Josh. “Since we’ll never know exactly when she or he changed, making those initial calculations is impossible.”

Gorgon scratched his ear by the band of his goggles. “So, you’re saying they should all be dead in another year or so.”

“No,” said Connolly. “All the ones created during the initial outbreak should be. The ones that turned during the fighting should be done a few months after that. The ones that turned while we were settling in the Mount should be a few months after that. Then there are all those odd kills here and there—the people who made it a few weeks or months past the end on their own before dying.”

“And then there’s all of us,” said Stealth.

The doctor nodded. “Yes. We have to assume a good number of the Mount’s population will change once they die. Especially any of you who have been in active contact with exes. So there’s another thirty months.”

“What can we do?”

Josh ran his fingers through his silver hair. “At the moment, nothing. There’s no way to immunize against the ex-virus. We can’t cure it once someone’s infected, assuming we even spot the infection. All we can hope for is years of controlled deaths like we practice now. Someone dies, you put a bullet in their head before anything can happen.”

“Best-case scenario,” said Connolly, “no one who’s alive today will ever see the end of this. We’re looking at maybe three generations of controlled deaths before we can even be somewhat sure we’ve eliminated the virus. Six, maybe seven decades.”

Another mutter made its way through the conference room.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I wish it was better news.”

Christian rapped her nails on the table again. “Where does that leave all of us? Will we ever get to leave the Mount?”

“As I see it, we’re damned if we do, damned if we don’t,” said the doctor. “Keeping everyone centralized lets us keep tabs on everyone, but it also means the virus could spread like wildfire if there’s an outbreak. Let everyone spread out and we lose track. Someone dies in their sleep, has a bad fall and breaks their neck, and suddenly we’re starting all over again.”

“So we’re all just sup—”

“Thank you for your time, doctor,” said Stealth, cutting off further comments. “You may all leave now.”

Christian furrowed her brow, but closed her mouth. She let her fingertips chatter on the tabletop for a few moments before getting up to leave.

“That was abrupt,” said Gorgon. “Even for you.”

“There is too much to do. I cannot waste our time on inconsequential questions.”

St. George nodded. “So, now what, then?”

“Go meet up with the repair team. Your presence there will reassure them and speed the work.”

“They’ve got Cerberus.”

“You should go.”

He sighed. “Fine. I’ll radio ahead and tell them I’m half an hour out. Should get there just in time to drive back with them.”

“Thank you.”

He gave a nod to Josh as he walked out.

“You know,” said Gorgon, “that felt a lot like you were getting rid of him for the afternoon.”

“I was.” She turned to him. He couldn’t see her eyes, but somehow she could still project that cold stare. “We have prisoners. I want them interrogated.”

His smile was grim beneath the goggles. “My pleasure.”

THE PAVEMENT SHIMMERED in the sun. Mean Green and Big Red were side by side. Ty, Billie, and the rest of the guards had spread out to deal with the occasional ex while Luke and the mechanics replaced the tires of the crippled truck. The front end was done and they had both wounded wheels off on the passenger side.

The guards had split into four teams of three, watching the road in all directions. Whatever exes got too close were dispatched by one guard with a pike while the other two spotted with their own spears and rifles. They tried to avoid noise.

Cerberus walked a slow perimeter around the two trucks, followed by Jarvis. She paused at each cardinal point to stare as far as she could down the road. Her radios scanned back and forth across the wavelengths, listening for any sort of traffic amid the static.

Jarvis sighed after their fourth circuit of the tandem trucks. “So Mark got Trebek?”

Cerberus looked down at him. “Yeah.”

“Where?”

“Culver City, nine months ago,” she said. “Someone said they filmed Jeopardy! over there. At Sony.”

“And you’re sure it was him?”

The armored shoulders shrugged and turned back to the street. “Looked like him. We didn’t stop to check his wallet or anything.”

“So you’re not sure?”

Another massive shrug. “It looked like him to me. I mean, his mouth was all bloody and everything, but it still looked like him. The shape of his face and all.”

“Damn.” He kicked at a scrap of old newspaper. “Alex Trebek. That’s tough to beat.