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HAUNTING THE DEAD<br />

RICK CHILLOT<br />

And when he feels <strong>the</strong> sharp pinch in his ankle, <strong>the</strong><br />

tugging on his leg, <strong>the</strong> sensation is so inconsequential<br />

that it barely registers. Only when he feels his knees<br />

against <strong>the</strong> edge of <strong>the</strong> furnace, feels his body tumble<br />

backwards onto <strong>the</strong> floor, sees <strong>the</strong> dog release his ankle<br />

from its jaws and look at him quizzically—only <strong>the</strong>n<br />

does Ed close his eyes.<br />

<strong>Orpheus</strong> Facility #6, Level 4, Undisclosed Location<br />

September 21, 11:12 a.m.<br />

“They’re gone,” Ed says. “All of <strong>the</strong>m. They’re<br />

gone.”<br />

The laboratory has been gutted. Bare wires hang<br />

from <strong>the</strong> walls and ceiling. Chairs and tables lie sideways<br />

on <strong>the</strong> floor. Torn papers, broken glass, books,<br />

light fixtures and unrecognizable detritus are scattered<br />

everywhere.<br />

“What happened here?” Karen asks, placing a palm<br />

on Ed’s shoulder.<br />

Green looks thoughtful for a moment, <strong>the</strong>n says, “I<br />

don’t know, but I’ll find out eventually.”<br />

Ed walks away from <strong>the</strong>m, glances at Tina and <strong>the</strong><br />

dog as <strong>the</strong>y wander between piles of trash. He faces a<br />

bare wall and can see <strong>the</strong> outlines left on <strong>the</strong> paint by<br />

<strong>the</strong> machines that once stood <strong>the</strong>re. “They were right<br />

here,” he says. “Ten pods. And in one of <strong>the</strong>m… this<br />

can’t be happening.”<br />

“We’ll find it,” Karen tells him. “Somehow. We<br />

won’t stop looking until we do.”<br />

Ed closes his eyes. It’s far off, faint, but when<br />

everything else is quiet he still can hear <strong>the</strong> voice quite<br />

clearly.<br />

COME.<br />

“I think,” he tells Karen, “we’d better hurry.”<br />

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