An account of Lead’s second visit to Tucson and the violence done thereinLead stumbled upon the outskirts of Tucson at the dawn of his sixth day out of Purgatory. As before, the dilapidated structures were alive with the shifting and shuffling of lepers and virals. Lead walked down a street of dirt and blacktop rubble kept clean and pressed by the constant influx of hooves, wheels and feet. He arrived back at the church that had briefly housed the ex-Preachers. Lead stared hard at deformed faces peering out of windows and doorways.“Bring me Reverend Greek.” Lead demanded to the invisible crowd. He hefted the broken .44 and shook it.“Tell him Lead is here and has goods to barter for food and water.”A man with half a face exited a building. Lead recognized the twisted man from his last visit to Tucson.“The Reverend thought you may be returning, please follow me, quickly.” The twisted man sprinted into an alley between the church and another building. Lead ran after the man, ducking clothes lines and weaving around trash heaps to keep up.
