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"The Burbs" -- the former conjugal buildings
Daria's next stop was at the home of the Standish Family: Nigel, Gwen, and their 9yo fraternal twins, Holly and Polly. They, too, had had a set of bunkbeds delivered to them from the Communal General Population barracks for the children. Unlike the youngest two Alcott children, there was no fight between these two about who was taking the upper bunk as Polly had a fear of heights and wanted the bottom.
"There are some of those free-standing privacy walls in the corner of the conference room," Daria reminded Nigel. "You can use them to create a little bedroom for the kids if you want. They've been thoroughly sanitized."
When COVID-19 hit so badly in early 2020, almost 4 years before Daria became Warden, the walls had been ordered in to turn to prison's largest room into a makeshift infirmary, using the walls to create cubbies. Horrifically, they'd served more as temporary morgues than anything else. 90% of the men who'd entered the little rooms had died in them, only to be replaced with more infected.
No one ever thought that the prison would see anything like that again. Little could they have known that they'd see this.
"Nigel, I think Cooper's going to want to talk to you about joining the Security Team," Daria told the father and Trustee. "I saw in you record that you have military background. Would you be willing?"
She listened, then after Nigel departed, turned to his wife. "Gwen, I see that you grew up on a farm."
"Yes, I'd love to work your farm," Gwen said, anticipating the question. She went into all of the crops her family grew and animals they raised. "I took a peek outside earlier at the open space. There's plenty of land out there to grow a nice garden and have some goats and guinea pigs and--"
"Guinea pigs?" Daria asked, laughing. "For what? Eating?"
"Absolutely," Gwen said. "Guinea pigs, rabbits, goats, ducks geese, chickens. We'll want to look around for some dogs, too. What they generally call cattle dogs: Great Pyrenees, Anatolian Shepherd, Kuv, any of a number of Mastiffs, Akbash, Carpathian Shepherd. They're all great protectors of stock animals. We're gonna find a lot of them in yards or pens or animal shelters and pet stores. I just hope we get to them before they die for exposure, dehydration, starvation."
"Do we have to worry about them going feral?" Daria asked. She'd never owned a dog before as her parents had been cat people. "I mean, are we going to go out there and find packs of wild dogs running around eating corpses and attacking the rest of us, trying to turn us into corpses?"
"Probably," Gwen said honestly. "But most dogs like that are going to be penned. Some are going to be on chains, a horrible way to keep a dog. I'd never put a dog on a chain. It's just not right."
"I'll talk to Cooper about maybe going out beyond the fence earlier," Daria said. "We were talking about a couple of days from now--"
"No, no!" Gwen interrupted. "We need to go now! These animals are going be dying, if they aren't dead already."
"What about Rip and Pip?" one of the girls asked.
When Daria looked to her for explanation, Gwen grimaced. "The girls' guinea pigs." Whispering, she said, "They're dead by now, I'm sure. Nice thing is I know a guy who has hundreds of them running wild around his property. I'm sure we can find some that look like Rip and Pip."
"I'm assuming they weren't food?" Daria asked.
"Not those two," Gwen confirmed, "but the girls understand about eating them. They've ate them even. Peruvian Guinea Pigs. That's what's on that ranch I was telling you about. He's got rabbits, too, and I know a ranch with goats."
They talked more about it before Daria headed out.
Daria's next stop was at the home of the Standish Family: Nigel, Gwen, and their 9yo fraternal twins, Holly and Polly. They, too, had had a set of bunkbeds delivered to them from the Communal General Population barracks for the children. Unlike the youngest two Alcott children, there was no fight between these two about who was taking the upper bunk as Polly had a fear of heights and wanted the bottom.
"There are some of those free-standing privacy walls in the corner of the conference room," Daria reminded Nigel. "You can use them to create a little bedroom for the kids if you want. They've been thoroughly sanitized."
When COVID-19 hit so badly in early 2020, almost 4 years before Daria became Warden, the walls had been ordered in to turn to prison's largest room into a makeshift infirmary, using the walls to create cubbies. Horrifically, they'd served more as temporary morgues than anything else. 90% of the men who'd entered the little rooms had died in them, only to be replaced with more infected.
No one ever thought that the prison would see anything like that again. Little could they have known that they'd see this.
"Nigel, I think Cooper's going to want to talk to you about joining the Security Team," Daria told the father and Trustee. "I saw in you record that you have military background. Would you be willing?"
She listened, then after Nigel departed, turned to his wife. "Gwen, I see that you grew up on a farm."
"Yes, I'd love to work your farm," Gwen said, anticipating the question. She went into all of the crops her family grew and animals they raised. "I took a peek outside earlier at the open space. There's plenty of land out there to grow a nice garden and have some goats and guinea pigs and--"
"Guinea pigs?" Daria asked, laughing. "For what? Eating?"
"Absolutely," Gwen said. "Guinea pigs, rabbits, goats, ducks geese, chickens. We'll want to look around for some dogs, too. What they generally call cattle dogs: Great Pyrenees, Anatolian Shepherd, Kuv, any of a number of Mastiffs, Akbash, Carpathian Shepherd. They're all great protectors of stock animals. We're gonna find a lot of them in yards or pens or animal shelters and pet stores. I just hope we get to them before they die for exposure, dehydration, starvation."
"Do we have to worry about them going feral?" Daria asked. She'd never owned a dog before as her parents had been cat people. "I mean, are we going to go out there and find packs of wild dogs running around eating corpses and attacking the rest of us, trying to turn us into corpses?"
"Probably," Gwen said honestly. "But most dogs like that are going to be penned. Some are going to be on chains, a horrible way to keep a dog. I'd never put a dog on a chain. It's just not right."
"I'll talk to Cooper about maybe going out beyond the fence earlier," Daria said. "We were talking about a couple of days from now--"
"No, no!" Gwen interrupted. "We need to go now! These animals are going be dying, if they aren't dead already."
"What about Rip and Pip?" one of the girls asked.
When Daria looked to her for explanation, Gwen grimaced. "The girls' guinea pigs." Whispering, she said, "They're dead by now, I'm sure. Nice thing is I know a guy who has hundreds of them running wild around his property. I'm sure we can find some that look like Rip and Pip."
"I'm assuming they weren't food?" Daria asked.
"Not those two," Gwen confirmed, "but the girls understand about eating them. They've ate them even. Peruvian Guinea Pigs. That's what's on that ranch I was telling you about. He's got rabbits, too, and I know a ranch with goats."
They talked more about it before Daria headed out.
