Eph looked at the big exterminator, then back
at Nora. They were making decisions together. Eph was outvoted.
“Fine,” said Eph. “Let’s make it quick.”
With the sky glow allowing a bit of light into the world—like a dimmer slowly rotated from the lowest to the second-to-lowest setting—the camp appeared as a dingy, military-style outpost and prison. The high fence ringing the perimeter was topped with tangles of concertina wire. Most of the buildings were cheaply constructed and caked with grime from the polluted rain—with the notable exception of the administration building, on the side of which was displayed the old Stoneheart corporate symbol: a black orb bisected laterally by a steel-blue ray, like an eye blinking shut.
Nora quickly led them under the canvas-covered path running deeper into the camp, passing other interior gates and buildings.
“The birthing area,” she told them, pointing out the high gate. “They isolate pregnant women. Wall them off from the vampires.”
“Maybe superstition?”
Nora said, “It looked more like quarantine to me. I don’t know. What would happen to an unborn fetus if the mother were turned?”
Fet said, “I don’t know. Never thought about that.”
“They have,” said Nora. “Seems like they’ve taken careful precautions against it ever happening.”
They continued past the front gate, along the interior wall. Eph kept checking behind them. “Where are all the humans?” he asked.
“The pregnant women live in trailers back there. The bleeders live in barracks to the west. It’s like a concentration camp. I think they will process my mother in that area farther ahead.”
She pointed at two dark buildings beyond the birthing zone, neither of which looked promising. They hurried farther along to the entrance to a large warehouse. Guard stations set up outside were empty at the moment.
“Is this it?” asked Fet.
Nora looked around, trying to get her bearings. “I saw a map … I don’t know. This isn’t what I envisioned.”
Fet checked the guard stations first. Inside was a bank of small-screen monitors, all dark. No on/off switches, no chairs.
“Vamps guard this place,” said Fet. “To keep humans out— or in?”
The entrance was not locked. The first room inside, which would have been the office or reception area, was stocked with rakes, shovels, hoes, hose trolleys, tillers, and wheelbarrows. The floor was dirt.
They heard grunts and squeals coming from inside. A nauseating shudder rippled through Eph, as he at first thought they were human noises. But no.
“Animals,” said Nora, moving to the door.
The vast warehouse was a humming brightness. Three stories tall, and twice the size of a football field or a soccer pitch, it was essentially an indoor farmstead and impossible to take in all at once. Suspended from the rafters high above were great lamps, with more lighting rigs erected over large garden plots and an orchard. The heat inside the warehouse was extreme but mitigated by a manufactured breeze that circulated via large vent fans.
Pigs congregated in a muddy enclosure outside an unroofed sty. A high-screened henhouse sat opposite, near what sounded like a cowshed and a sheep shelter. The smell of manure carried on the ventilating breeze.
Eph had to shield his eyes at first, with the lights pouring down from above, all but eliminating any surface shadows. They started down along one of the lanes, following a perforated irrigation pipe set on two-foot-high legs.
“Food factory,” said Fet. He pointed out cameras on the buildings. “People work it. Vamps keep an eye on them.” He squinted up into the lights. “Maybe there’s UV lights mixed in with the regular lamps up there, mimicking the range of light offered by the sun.”
Nora said, “Humans need light too.”
“Vamps can’t come inside. So people are left alone in here to tend the flock and harvest produce.”
Eph said, “I doubt they are left alone.”
Gus made a hissing noise to get their attention. “Rafters,” he said.
Eph looked up. He turned around, taking in a three-hundred-sixty-degree view until he saw the figure moving along a catwalk maybe two-thirds of the way up the long wall.
It was a man, wearing a long, drab, duster-style coat and a wide-brimmed rain hat. He was moving as fast as he could along the narrow, railed walkway.