All Chapters of Death's Nemesis: The Apocalypse Doctor Who Refused to Die: Chapter 11
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The Toll
The gate of Outpost 9 was a slab of welded steel on rollers, and it did not open for them.It did open for the guard who came out to meet them, through a man-sized door cut into the larger one, and he took his time about it. He was the one in the ragged cap, a long-jawed man of about forty with a rifle slung low and a way of walking that said he'd never once been hurried. Five more followed him through, spreading out in a loose half-circle around the pickup. None of them pointed a weapon. They didn't need to. Everyone on the wall was watching."Name and business," the long-jawed man said."Voss," said Voss, from the passenger seat, and the guard's eyes flicked to the black armor and the scarred face and changed a little. "Ashen Company. We're passing through.""Ashen Company's dead. Heard it a week ago. Bridge went up in flames.""Then I'm a ghost," Voss said mildly. "Open the gate."The guard smiled. It was an unhurried smile, and it did not reach anywhere near his eyes. "Rules chang
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Four Hours
To his credit, Dace didn't scream. He didn't draw his weapon or call for help. He stood at the side of the truck with one hand flat against the hood, breathing hard through his nose, and Ethan watched the man's mind try to find a way out of what it had just been told and fail, over and over."Nobody on this wall knows," Dace said at last. His voice was a husk. "Nobody.""I know.""The camp doctor," he said. "Old Halvard. He said it was nerves.""Then he's either blind or he's lying. Both are bad."The other guards had drifted back a few steps, uncertain, their eyes sliding between their captain and the strangers. Whatever they'd expected from this morning, it hadn't been this.Dace swallowed. "Can you fix it?"Ethan had been waiting for the question. He'd had time to work out the answer. It came out slower than he'd planned."Maybe.""Maybe.""I haven't opened your chest. I can see the mass, and I can see where it's wrapped, and I think it can be taken out, but that's the best I can p
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The Print Shop
The print shop on Mill Street had been dead for a long time before the world noticed.Ethan could tell from the dust. It lay on everything in a soft gray fur, thick on the windowsills, thick on the iron flatbed press that squatted in the middle of the floor like an altar. A paper guillotine stood against one wall, its blade rusted shut. Faded posters curled off the plaster: a concert, a fun run, a missing cat. Somebody had once lived upstairs, and left in a hurry. The kettle was still on the stove."It's a dump," Tamsin said."It has a roof.""A roof with a hole in it.""A small hole." Ethan crossed the floor, ran a finger along the press, and looked at the line it left. "And a floor drain, and a water line that works, and a back room with no windows. That's three things I couldn't have bought for a thousand crystals yesterday."Voss, leaning in the doorway with his arms folded, grunted. He still wasn't supposed to be on his feet. Nobody had managed to tell him that in a way he would
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Small Change
In the first week, Ethan learned that the apocalypse was mostly made of small things.Not the horde. Not the mutants with their wet split faces. Those were the stories people told about it afterward. What actually filled the hours was a boy with a splinter gone septic, a woman whose husband had stopped speaking, a man who had been walking on a broken ankle for nine days because the alternative was to sit still and think. Ordinary suffering, stacked up like firewood. Nobody had ever written a song about it.He treated all of it.By the end of the first week the line outside Mill Street started before dawn and ran to the corner of the market. Tamsin had upgraded her rope to a proper barrier, built from pallets, and given the line a name, which was the queue, and a set of rules, which were no pushing, no lying, no bringing a knife in. A surprising number of people had thanked her for the third rule.The System, for its part, had developed a vocabulary.[Tithe condition met: partial. Pati
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A Gift From the Old Doctor
The water in the jar was clean.That was the first thing the Eye told him, and for a long breath Ethan almost felt foolish. He crouched on the doorstep in the gray morning, the glass cold under his palm, and watched the layers fall into place. Water. Dissolved minerals. A faint trace of chlorine from the municipal line. Nothing else.Then the Eye went on looking, because it had been trained to, and found the cork.The stopper was wax-sealed, and the wax was too thick. Inside it, in a hair-fine channel where the cork met the glass, a pale film lay coiled against the neck like a sleeping thing.[Contaminant detected: cardiac glycoside, distilled. Source: oleander leaf. Concentration: high.][Mechanism: Delayed cardiac arrhythmia. Onset 6 to 10 hours after ingestion. Painless. Typically misattributed to natural heart failure.][Note: Contaminant is soluble in water. It is currently isolated in the cork seal.]He read that twice. Then he sat back on his heels and said, very quietly, "Oh,
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Returning the Gift
Halvard's infirmary stood on the far side of the market, and it was the cleanest building in Outpost 9.Ethan could see that from fifty meters away. The old doctor had taken a shipping container, painted it white, and cut a proper door into the end of it, with a little awning and a sign in neat black letters: H. HALVARD, M.D. CONSULTATIONS BY APPOINTMENT. A bench stood outside for the waiting. A potted geranium sat on the step, alive, in a place where nothing else was.It was a very persuasive piece of theater."He charges for the bench," Pell muttered, falling in at Ethan's left. "Two cups of grain for a seat. Five for a place in the queue.""And the people pay?""They pay. What else are they going to do?"Ethan carried the jar in both hands, the ribbon still knotted around its neck. He didn't hurry. Behind him, with the unhurried, heavy footsteps of a man who'd decided not to be talked out of anything, walked Voss. Behind Voss came Tamsin, her shotgun hanging loose, and behind her,
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