Summary

Mark Spitz’s dreams recently resembled a “classic anxiety paradigm” (107). In these dreams, he was back in his old life, where institutional structures reigned supreme, and chaos was contained. In the dreamworld, Mark Spitz would be running late for an important meeting, or receiving a performance review, or taking a test. But now, after the plague, everyone in his dreams were dead. The dead were operative, surrounding him and able to talk and comprehend things, but they were dead, with gashes in their necks, bloodless. These dreams confused Mark Spitz, but he was too busy to analyze them.

Omega Unit woke on Saturday morning and headed to their next sweeper assignment, a residential complex that would take them several days to complete. While walking, Mark Spitz and Gary discuss the kill fields that Buffalo reported recently: parking lots, malls, and stadiums full of...