David Moody - Them or Us

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The pulse-pounding conclusion to the 
The war that has torn the human race apart is finally nearing its end. With most towns and cities now uninhabitable, and with the country in the grip of a savage nuclear winter, both Hater and Unchanged alike struggle to survive. Hundreds of Hater fighters have settled on the East Coast in the abandoned remains of a relatively undamaged town under the command of Hinchcliffe---who’ll stop at nothing to eradicate the last few Unchanged and consolidate his position at the top of this new world order. This fledgling society is harsh and unforgiving---your place in the ranks is decided by how long and how hard you’re prepared to fight. Danny McCoyne is the exception to the rule. His ability to hold the Hate and to use it to hunt out the remaining Unchanged has given him a unique position in Hinchcliffe’s army of fighters. As the enemy’s numbers reduce, so the pressure on McCoyne increases, until he finds himself at the very center of a pivotal confrontation, the outcome of which will have repercussions on the future of everyone who is left alive. Review “David Moody spins paranoia into a deliciously dark new direction.” —Jonathan Maberry, 
 bestselling author of *Patient Zero
Praise for 
“A head-spinning thrill ride . . . 
 will haunt you long after you read the last page.”
and 
—Guillermo Del Toro, director of 
“Be careful with 
 Chapter by chapter it will make its way into your soul till it finds the seed of evil that lurks within.”
—J.A. Bayona, director of 
“Powerful and well-written.” —S. M. Stirling, author of 
“David Moody’s  —Tom Piccirilli, Bram Stoker Award--winning author

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Judging from the decoration and the almost undamaged oak paneling inside, I think this must have been some kind of town hall, although if it is, it’s the smallest town hall I’ve ever seen. I’m ushered through another door into a large, high-ceilinged room, which is empty save for a gaunt, white-haired man sitting at a table writing figures in a book. He doesn’t even look up when we enter. He looks like a country gent, how I imagine a squire might look from history lessons long gone. Appearances can be deceptive, I keep reminding myself. First impressions don’t count like they used to.

“You Warner?” I ask. He doesn’t react at first. Instead he finishes writing, then puts down his pen, takes off his glasses, and carefully lays them on the desk. Then he looks up at me.

“Yep,” he answers, “and who might you be?”

“My name’s Rufus,” I tell him, picking the first name that comes into my head, then immediately wishing I’d chosen something less conspicuous.

“And what can I do for you, Rufus?”

His simple question is stupidly hard to answer, probably because of the ominous way he asks it, staring straight at me. Is he trying to trip me up?

“Says he’s been scavenging down south,” the man who brought me here says from the doorway behind me.

“Has he now?”

“That’s right,” I tell him, mouth dry with nerves.

“Not been too close to what’s left of London, I hope,” Warner says, grinning knowingly at the other man. “Don’t want our little town contaminated.”

I shake my head. “Nowhere near it. Look, I don’t want any trouble. I swear I didn’t know there was anyone here. I’m just looking for something to eat and somewhere to shelter. I’ll be gone again tomorrow.”

“You look like you need feeding up. The road not been kind to you?”

I shrug my shoulders. “No harder on me than anyone else.”

“Why are you here so early, then? Couldn’t you sleep?”

Warner’s strange question throws me, so much so that I instinctively slide my hand into my pocket and feel for the hilt of my knife again.

“What?”

“You been walking through the night?”

“I don’t understand.”

“Common sense says,” he begins, leaning across the table, eyes burning into me, “that most people rest at night and move during daylight hours when it’s safer. Especially with it being the middle of winter and all, and with the world being such a fucking horrible place all of a sudden. So why are you turning up in front of me now, before we’ve even got to midmorning?”

Stay calm, I tell myself, feeling my body tensing in anticipation of an attack. There could be any one of a hundred plausible explanations why someone might have chosen to walk through the night. Just don’t panic … I grip the handle of the blade in my pocket.

“Go for that knife and I’ll have you killed before you’ve even drawn it,” he says calmly. I let it go and lift my hands.

“I set out at sunrise,” I tell him, swallowing hard, plumping for the most simple and logical explanation I can come up with. “I knew I wasn’t far from this place, but I must have lost my bearings somewhere along the way. I was a few hours farther down the road than I thought. I’d got it into my head I had another half a day’s walk ahead of me.”

He nods slowly. Is he deciding whether he believes my story or working out how he’s going to get rid of me? Warner’s obviously no fool. I see flashes of the arrogance of a fighter in his eyes, but there’s clearly much more to him than that. I stand my ground, hold my nerve, and keep quiet.

“But I found him up by the pier,” the man behind me says.

“So?” Warner asks.

“So that’s north of town, John. He said he came here from the south.”

Warner’s silence demands an answer.

“I did come from the south,” I tell them both, trying not to be noticed as I reach for a different knife inside my long coat. “I didn’t see anyone when I first got here. I just kept walking out along the seafront, and that’s where you found me.”

“I’m not sure about this. There are enough people out in the fields. Surely he’d have—”

“I saw them. By the church…”

“So why didn’t you ask them for food? You said you didn’t know there was anyone here.”

Warner raises his hand to silence the other man and shakes his head. He sits in front of me impassive, like a judge about to pass sentence. I keep waiting for him to give the order and for a pack of previously hidden fighters to emerge from the woodwork and take me out. I’m woefully out of shape and I haven’t fought seriously for weeks. I’d struggle to defend myself against these two today, never mind anyone else they might call in to help them. Fucking Hinchcliffe and his stupid fucking empire building. Why do I let him maneuver me into situations like this? The answer’s disappointingly obvious: He’d kill me if I didn’t do what he said.

“Let it go, Ben,” Warner says, still surprisingly calm. “Does it really matter? Fact is, he’s here now and he’s got a simple choice to make. He can play ball and follow our rules, or he can fuck off and keep walking. If he’s as cold, hungry, and miserable as he looks, I think he’ll do what he’s told.”

“I will,” I say quickly, sounding deliberately pathetic. “I don’t want any trouble.”

“Fair enough, then,” Warner says, picking up his pen again and chewing thoughtfully on the end of it. “The first rule you need to know is that it’s one day’s work here for one meal and one night’s shelter. You work hard and you keep working until you’re told to stop and you’ll get fed. Any slacking and you’ll get fuck all.”

“Sounds fair.”

“I wouldn’t go that far, but you get the idea.”

“Okay.”

“Second rule: Any problems here, you come and see me. Understand?”

“Understand.”

“You don’t try to sort things out yourself, right?”

“Right.”

Warner leans back in his chair and continues to watch me for a few uncomfortable seconds longer.

“You don’t look like you’ll last the day,” he says. Insolent bastard.

“I’m fine.”

“Right, then,” he announces. “Get him out to the others, Ben, and find him something to do.”

9

FUCKING HINCHCLIFFE. THIS WAS never part of the deal. The light’s poor and I have no way of telling the time, but I feel like I’ve been working here for hours now. The time is dragging and I’m fucked—completely exhausted—but I don’t dare stop and show it. I’m not interested in the promise of a meal (I’ll take their food, but I’m not hungry—I’ll end up adding it to my stocks back at the house), but I need to keep up the illusion and find out as much as possible about what’s happening here. I just want an easy life, and that means putting up with a day’s hard work to try to keep Hinchcliffe happy.

He’s got good reason to be suspicious. Something’s not right here. All this “one meal for one day’s work” bullshit doesn’t ring true. They’re definitely starting to play from a different rule book here in Southwold, but I don’t know what they’re hoping to achieve. Maybe John Warner’s got Lowestoft in his sights and he’s trying to build a platform here, a stepping-stone to taking over? Whatever’s going on, he must be personally benefiting from it somehow. No one does things “for the greater good” anymore. I need to find out what’s going on, and I need to be quick. Hinchcliffe will expect a report from me before nightfall.

Days like today confirm that Hinchcliffe’s faith in me is badly misplaced. I’m not cut out for this subterfuge and bullshit. He sent me here to uncover what’s happening in Southwold, but so far all I’ve done is help dig a pit in a field well away from everything and everyone else. I’m working with a handful of other people—some look like fighters, others more underclass in their demeanor—but generally conversation is sparse and everyone keeps to themselves. From what I understand, this is just one of several work parties operating today. There are more people working just outside the town, trying to prepare fields for planting crops next year. They’re stupidly optimistic. There’s been so much smoke, radiation, and Christ knows what else thrown up into the atmosphere that I doubt anything will grow again for a long time. A while ago, before Hinchcliffe plucked me from the crowds, back when I was just another member of his scavenging pack, I saw the full extent of the damage the war has done: huge swathes of countryside that were completely dead, forests full of bleached, bare-branched trees, the corpses of thousands of birds littering the ground …

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