Damage & Decay

Chapter 20

Part Two: Zombie Cards (Collect the Whole Set!)

"Everyone carries around his own monsters."

- Richard Pryor

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When they reached the garden gate, Eren put his hand on the latch but didn't open it. He turned to his brother.

"Okay," Eren demanded, "what was that  all about?"

"It's not about anything. Charlie and the Hammer like to turn dials on people. You can't let them get under your skin."

"What did you mean about the things the Lost Girl saw, about what she could tell people?"

"It's a bad world, Eren" was all Armin would say.

"Then . . . what's Gameland?"

It was clear Armin didn't want to answer, but eventually he said, "It's a place that shouldn't exist. It's an abomination."

Eren had never heard Armin use a word like "abomination," let alone load a word with as much contempt.

"It used to be an amusement park, a place where people would come for a day of innocent fun. It was closed down for a couple of years before First Night, but a few traders and bounty hunters found it and staked it out as theirs. Their version of it had nothing to do with family fun or innocence. Remember when I told you about how some of the bounty hunters have games where they put boys in pits with zoms?"

Eren nodded. He hadn't believe Armin at the time and really hadn't given it much thought since. Now the idea of boys being tossed into pits with only a stick with which to defend themselves against zoms was almost overwhelmingly horrific.

"They used to do that kind of stuff at Gameland, and other stuff that's even worse. A lot worse. Bounty hunters, loners, and other people come from settlements all over this part of the state for these games. They bet on stuff like that. Z-Games they're called." He paused, and pain etched deep lines in his face. "When Nix was little and we had that really bad winter--you were six or seven--Charlie coerced Jessie Riley into going out to Gameland as a way of making enough ration dollars to feed her and Nix. Think about that, Eren. A grown woman, a mother,  being forced to play 'haunted house'--a sick game where they make her go through a building filled with zoms and only a sawed-off baseball bat or a piece of pipe to defend herself."

"No," Eren said. It was a straight-up denial, a statement that such a thing could not be the truth. That it could never have been the truth.

"She'd had a little kid at home, Nix. Jessie was desperate. She couldn't let her daughter starve, and a parent will do anything  to protect her child. Even If doing those things rips away a piece of her soul. I got her out of there," Armin said, "but she was never quite the same afterward."

"That's impossible. I mean . . . how can that be legal?"

"'Legal'?" Armin gave a bitter laugh. "There's no law past the fence line. What's done in the Ruins, stays in the Ruins. On the other hand . . . if it became commonly known what sort of things do actually happen out there, then I doubt anyone involved would be allowed in Mountainside. Or in any town. There may be no law beyond the fence, but letting criminals live next door . . . well, that's another matter. But," he said with a sigh, "so far no one's been able to adequately prove a connections between Gameland and any of the bounty hunters who live here."

Eren shook his head. The logic seemed twisted.

"A few years ago," Armin continued, "someone set fire to the place and burned it down, and the owners moved the Z-Games to a new location. They keep its location secret. Gamblers and such are taken there in shrouded wagons, so they don't know where it is."