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Chapter 17 — Time travel is morally inconvenient
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Dead Weight Chapter 86 — Ten items
Routine patrols are lies people tell themselves with route maps.Maya knows this.She still writes routine patrol on the board because the alternatives are worse. Words like risk sweep and possible contact sound too honest for breakfast, and nobody needs honesty before powdered eggs.The run is small. Warehouse district, two streets beyond the new container wall, checking three storage units Molly marked for tools and sealed paint. Maya takes Eli, Marcus, and three of Marcus’s people whose names she has finally learned and immediately regrets because knowing names makes danger personal.The morning is cold. The dead are thin on the ground.The first unit is empty. The second gives up a crate of hinges, two crowbars, and a box of screws that makes Carol’s absence feel spiritually present.By the third unit, Maya is almost relaxed. That is when the shelf comes down.It happens fast and stupidly, the way inju
Dead Weight Chapter 85 — Improved behavior
The problem with Dex behaving well is that Maya has no idea where to put it.Bad behavior has categories. Lying, hoarding, romantic cowardice, and theft with stationery all have drawers, labels, and precedent.Consistent usefulness, however, is a nightmare filing situation.Dex has been at the base for two weeks, and for two weeks he has done exactly what she assigned him. He does not do it loudly or bravely, and he does not perform usefulness in the exhausting manner of men trying to assemble redemption from visible effort and eye contact.He simply does the tasks properly.If she tells him to clean the drainage channel, he cleans the whole drainage channel, including the clogged corner by the old bus stop where leaves, mud, and one deeply unfortunate shoe have formed a small republic.If she gives him inventory sorting, he sorts by expiry date.Correctly.If Molly asks for scrap carried to VIBE, he carries scrap to VIBE and d
Dead Weight Chapter 84 — VIBE check
Marcus appears beside container fourteen carrying a mattress by himself. His shirt is damp again, because the universe has grown petty and specific. He drops the mattress inside, straightens, and catches Maya looking.Not staring. Looking. There is a legal distinction.His mouth curves.Not smug. Worse. Knowing.Maya raises an eyebrow like she has absolutely no interest in being perceived. Marcus leans one shoulder against the container frame.“Commander.”“Webb.”“Nice street.”“I built it to keep out trouble.”“And yet here I am.”“That was implied.”His smile deepens.For half a second, the noise of the lane dims around them as if the world has politely turned the volume down so Maya can make several poor internal choices in peace.The pull is there.Named now. Unwelcome, but named.Marcus is not
Dead Weight Chapter 83 — Rooms. Priority Privacy
The first rooms go to families.Not because anyone votes on it. Because Maya says, “Families first,” in the tone that suggests democracy can wait outside with wet shoes.No one argues.The three children from Marcus’s group are placed together with the two adults they keep orbiting, one woman named Sally with a scar across her chin and one broad man called Ivan who has been pretending not to panic every time the smallest child wanders more than six feet away.Nora and Ben get the next one. They may not be mother and son, but they arrived like a package deal and that’s how they exist now.Ben stands in the doorway of the container room, twelve years old and trying very hard not to look twelve, clutching Gerald to his chest. Gerald’s condition may have improved. Slightly.“It has a lock,” he says.Nora’s hand tightens on his shoulder.“It does,” Maya says.Ben nod
Dead Weight Chapter 82 — Dex, regrettably.
The mattresses arrive like a religious offering. People actually cheer — quietly, because the dead are rude about joy, but enough that Maya has to pretend she isn't moved by grown adults getting emotional over foam density."Easy, everyone," she calls. "They're mattresses, not democracy.""That's because you already sleep on a bed," Aaron says."I sleep on paperwork and spite."Eli jumps down beside her, two flat-pack frames under one arm. Dust streaks his cheek; a bruise is blooming along his jaw. He looks tired. Alive. Amused.Maya reaches up without thinking and wipes the dust from his cheek with her thumb.It is small. Nothing. It is also, apparently, visible from space.Eli stills for half a second. Maya realizes what she has done. He does not make it a thing, which is kind, and therefore worse."Inventory first," he says quietly."Yes." She removes her hand like it has committed a minor offence.The ne
Dead Weight Chapter 81 — Flat-pack trauma
The new gate opens beautifully.That is suspicious.Maya stands beneath the crosswalk as Eli and Pete haul the inner bar free, and the reinforced panels swing inward with a heavy, obedient groan.For one glorious second, it looks like civilization.Then Aaron says, “Feels very castle-y,” and ruins it by being correct.Maya points at him. “Do not say castle-y in front of the gate. It’ll get ideas.”The plan is simple. Which means it is lying. They need beds. Mattresses. shelves. Anything that turns twenty steel boxes from maritime storage into rooms where people can sleep without waking up with corrugation imprinted into their souls.The nearest flat-pack furniture outlet sits three miles east, a blue-and-yellow monument to affordable domestic optimism and relationship-ending wardrobes.Maya takes Eli, Pete, and Priya in her truck. In another she’s assigned Carol, Caleb, Ron and Tessa.
Dead Weight Chapter 71 — The thing everyone heard
By morning, the secret has grown legs. The uneven, panicked legs of a baby deer trying to flee a house fire.Maya knows before breakfast.She knows because Leanne stops talking when she walks past the tool shed, which would be alarming enough on its own because Leanne has historical
Dead Weight Chapter 70 – Telling the truth can make you sound delusional.
“You didn’t do it yet,” she said.Dex frowned. “Yet?”Maya looked at Miles.“Give us five minutes.”Miles hesitated only long enough to be annoying, then stepped back. Everyone else suddenly remembered urgent business elsewhere
Dead Weight Chapter 69 — The man at the perimeter
People say the past comes back to haunt you.Usually they mean a regret. A mistake. A bad haircut in a tagged photo. They do not usually mean your ex-boyfriend appearing at the south fence of your apocalypse fortress looking like he’d been personally audited by famine.Miles f
Dead Weight Chapter 70 — Riley’s, probably
Four days after the cannery run, the base produced a quiet hour.A real one.Not the usual apocalypse quiet, which was just noise holding its breath. Actual quiet. No disputes over rations. No one bleeding in medical. No Aaron attempting to improve a storage category by making it wo
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