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Chapter 7

           Yougotthat?"

           Thomashesitated,thenshookhishead,confused.

           Alby’seyelidsflutteredbrieflyashecontinued;helookedlikehecouldthinkofathousandthingshe’dratherbedoingrightthen.Hepointedtothenortheastcorner,wherethefieldsandfruittreeswerelocated."Gardenswherewegrowthecrops.Water’spumpedinthroughpipesinthegroundalwayshasbeen,orwe’dhavestarvedtodeathalongtimeago.Neverrainshere.Never."Hepointedtothesoutheastcorner,attheanimalpensandbarn."BloodHousewhereweraiseandslaughteranimals."Hepointedatthepitifullivingquarters."Homesteadstupidplaceistwiceasbigthanwhenthefirstofusgotherebecausewekeepaddin’toitwhentheysenduswoodandklunk.Ain’tpretty,butitworks.Mostofussleepoutsideanyway."

           Thomasfeltdizzy.Somanyquestionssplinteredhismindhecouldn’tkeepthemstraight.

           Albypointedtothesouthwestcorner,theforestareafrontedwithseveralsicklytreesandbenches."CallthattheDeadheads.Graveyard’sbackinthatcorner,inthethickerwoods.Ain’tmuchelse.Youcangotheretositandrest,hangout,whatever."Heclearedhisthroat,asifwantingtochangesubjects."You’llspendthenexttwoweeksworkingonedayapieceforourdifferentjobKeepersuntilweknowwhatyou’rebestat.Slopper,Bricknick,Bagger,Track-hoesomethin’llstick,alwaysdoes.Comeon."

           AlbywalkedtowardtheSouthDoor,locatedbetweenwhathe’dcalledtheDeadheadsandtheBloodHouse.

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