If getting out of the car was a rookie mistake, going into the ranch on foot was blatant stupidity, but we didnt have any real choice. Not only would our vehicles have been impossible to fit into any of the standing structures, we wouldnt have been able to avoid getting hung up in potholes or in the ruts opened by the government cleaning equipment. Better on foot and paying attention than sucked into a false sense of security and taken out by hostile road conditions.
Shaun was outside the guard station, where two wary, clean-shaven men watched from behind thick sheets of safety glass. Both were wearing plain army jumpsuits. From the looks on their faces, this was their first outbreak, and we didnt fit their expectations of the sort of folks who would walk into a sealed-off hazard zone, even one that was due to be unsealed within the next seventy-two hours and had been the scene of a complete Nguyen-Morrison testing, including bleach bombs and aerosol decontamination. If itd been the sort of ranch that grew crops instead of livestock, theyd have been forced to shut it down for at least five years while the chemicals worked their way out of the soil. As it was, theyd be importing feed and water for eighteen months, until the groundwater tested clear again.
The things were willing to do to avoid the possibility of exposure to the live virus are sometimes awe inspiring. Any trouble? I asked, stopping next to Shaun and casting a tight-lipped smile toward the army boys. My, dont they look happy to see us?
They were happier before I showed them we had Senator Rymans permission to be here and the proper clearances to enter the property. Although I think they were kind of relieved when they realized our clearance levels mean they dont have to come in with us. Shaun grinned almost maliciously as he handed me and Rick the metal chits that served as our passes into the zone. Any hazard seals would react to the ID tags on the chits, opening to let us pass. Somehow, I dont think the boys want to meet a real live infected person of their very own. Its amazing that they passed basic training.
Dont tease the straights, I said, pressing the chit against the strap of my shoulder bag. It adhered to the fabric with a nearly unbreakable seal, turning on and beginning to flash a reassuring green. How longs our clearance?
Standard twelve-hour passage. If were inside the zone when the chits run out, well have to call for help and hope help answers. Shaun pressed his own chit to the collar of his chain-mail shirt. It flashed before dimming to standard metallic gray.
Any recent signs of movement in or around the zone? Rick asked. His chit was clinging to the earpiece of his wireless phone, where its green flashes contrasted with the blinking yellow LED.
Not a one. Shaun jerked his up, indicating the guards. Shall we move on before they book us for loitering outside a hazard zone?
Can they do that? asked Rick.
Were within a hundred yards of a recent outbreak, I said. They can do just about whatever they want. I walked toward the gates. The chit on my bag flashed and they swung open, letting me enter the ranch grounds. There were no blood tests on this side of the hazard zone. If I wanted to enter a known infection site when I was already infected, Id just finish my transition behind a pre-established barrier. Not exactly what most people would consider a loss.
The gates shut behind me, only to open again as Shaun approached, and a third time for Rick. Only one person was allowed to pass at a time. If theyd followed standard procedure, the gates would also be electrified, with a current set to increase exponentially if anything grabbed hold. It wouldnt do much to stop a horde of zombies that really wanted to get through, but it was better than nothing.
Dropping the first fixed-point camera, setting the feed to channel eight, and activating screamers, Shaun said, planting a small tripod. It extended an antenna, flashing yellow as it caught the local wireless. It would record everything it saw and feed it to the databases in the van. We wouldnt get anything useful unless there was an outbreak while we were on the grounds, but it never hurts to cover your bases. More important, it would sound the alarm if it detected any motion not connected to one of the teams identifying beacons. George, we have a map?
We have a map, I confirmed, pulling out my PDA and unfolding the screen to its full extension. Buffy pulled it down before she left. God bless Buffy. No team is complete without a good technician, and the word for an incomplete team is usually fatality. Cluster round, guys. They did.
The Ryman family ranch was laid out in the pre-Rising style, with a few adjustments to account for the increased security required by the senators political career and the possibility of invasion by the rampaging undead. Most of the buildings were unconnected, with four separate horse barnsone for foaling, one for yearlings, one for older horses, and the last, constructed in isolation and using modern quarantine procedures, for the sick. The main house had more windows than any sane person would be comfortable with, but that had apparently suited the Rymans just fine.
Shaun studied the map before asking, Do we have the outbreak grid?
We do. I started tapping. Either of you boys care to place a bet as to where the outbreak started?
Isolation ward, Rick said.
Foaling, said Shaun.
Wrong. I hit enter. A grid appeared, crisscrossing the map with streaks of red. The largest red zone surrounded the yearling barn, covering the entire building and extending out in all directions. The first outbreak was in the yearling barn. Where the strongest, healthiest, most resistant horses were housed.
Shaun frowned. I dont know much about horses, but that seems a little funny to me. We have a full match-up on the index case?