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Authors: Scott Kenemore

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Zombie, Illinois

PRAISE FOR SCOTT KENEMORE
AND
ZOMBIE, ILLINOIS

“Scott Kenemore is a true rarity in speculative fiction—an unflinching chronicler of people and locales, his narrative eye relentlessly probes the depths of our vice and rejoices in our courage. And yes, he gives us zombies too. In fact, Kenemore writes zombies with an intelligence and depth of story that leaves most genre fiction—and certainly most zombie fiction—looking half-dressed in comparison. He's really in a league of his own. When I read a Scott

Kenemore novel, I'm used to seeing great characters, great humor, and great action—those I've come to expect as par for his course—and yet with every book he writes he still manages to thrill me anew. And Zombie, Illinois is yet another high water mark in what is turning into a stunning career. What Carl Hiaasen did for the mystery genre, Scott Kenemore is doing for zombies. He's that good.”

—Joe McKinney, Bram Stoker Award™-winning author of
Flesh Eaters
and
Dead City

“Reliably pungent and profane.”

—P.F. Kluge, author of
Eddie and the Cruisers
and
Dog Day
Afternoon

“Scott Kenemore is the most original voice in zombie lit today, and Zombie, Illinois is his best book.”

—Matt Mogk, President of the Zombie Research Society (ZRS) and author of Everything You Ever Wanted to Know About Zombies

“Terrific from cover to cover!
Zombie, Illinois
is a devious blend of sharp wit and shocking horror. Absolutely delicious!”

—Jonathan Maberry,
New York Times
best-selling author of
Dead of Night
and
Rot & Ruin

“Kenemore gets Chicago as much as he gets the undead. Zombie, Illinois blends zombies into the Windy City's corruption, politics, and blues like the filling in a delicious Chicago hot dog. The fourth star on Chicago's flag belongs to the walking dead.”

—Aaron Sagers, CNN

Scott Kenemore writes with a deadpan wit that makes you keep turning pages.”

—Cleveland Plain Dealer

Z
OMBIE
, I
LLINOIS
A N
OVEL

Scott Kenemore

Copyright © 2012 by Scott Kenemore

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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

Kenemore, Scott.

Zombie, Illinois : a novel / Scott Kenemore.
p. cm.
ISBN 978-1-61608-885-9 (pbk. : alk. paper)
1. Zombies—Fiction. 2. Chicago (Ill.)—Fiction. I. Title.
PS3611.E545Z64 2012
813'.6--dc23

2012017903

eISBN: 978-1-62087-859-0

Printed in the United States of America

For Delia, a fine Illinoisan

Avaunt! and quit my sight! let the earth hide thee!

Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold;

Thou hast no speculation in those eyes

Which thou dost glare with!

-Macbeth (III, iv)

Chicago is a bare, bleak, hideous city.

—H.P Lovecraft to Frank Belknap Long

Ben Bennington
Political Reporter
Brain's Chicago Business

The flag ofChicago has four stars on it: one for political corruption, one for high taxes, one for racial segregation, and one for...

Damn.

I think it's gang crime, but I'm not 100 percent sure.

Chicagoans always forget that last one.

My name is Ben Bennington, and I work for—don't laugh—
Brain's Chicago Business.

Founded by publisher John Honeycutt Brain in 1973,
Brain's Chicago Business
is the leading source ofbusiness news for companies in the greater Chicago area. Now with weekly print and online editions,
Brain's
provides not only the cutting-edge industry news that our readers expect, but also award-winning themed issues like “30 Under 30,” “Who's Who in Chicago Business,” and, of course, “CEOs Making a Difference.”

I'm a political reporter. (Politics and business are nowhere more intertwined than in Chicago—at least nowhere in the first world.) I'm a political reporter in a town that loves corrupt politicians. I mean
loves
them.
Really loves
them. Loves to hear them accepting a bribe on an FBI wiretap; loves to see photos of them associating with Italian mobsters or black gangbangers or the Chinatown mafia; loves to watch as they're led away handcuffed. And loves—above all—to believe them when they swear they'll never do it again. It occupies much of the local television news, yes, but Chicagoans also love to read about it—in the
Tribune, Sun-Times,
and, of course, in
Brain's.
That's where I come in.

You move to Chicago, and you think: How can a whole city behave this way? How can they
enjoy
this corruption, like it's a sport or game? It's not a sport or game, it's bribery and grift and graft. It's what everybody, everywhere knows is wrong.

And then you live here a little while and you slowly realize: Oh . . . it's not that Chicagoans enjoy it; it's not that
at all.

Instead, it's a defense mechanism against having their hearts broken and torn from their chests every few months by yet another crooked politician. It's a hedge against their faith in humanity being reduced to a tiny nub by an endless series of betrayals. Because, when you believe in somebody enough to entrust them with your city—your home, the place you may have lived your whole life—and they sell you out at the first opportunity—and I mean the
very first
opportunity—you can do one of two things.

You can let your heart break and cry, “How
could
they?” (This option is painful, and most people can't stand to do it more than once or twice.)

Or you can choose the other option: You can distance yourself from it all. You can be bemused and act like it's all a big game. You can say, “That's Chicago for you” (This option makes you cynical, true, but it also allows life to go on. It allows the citizens—and the city itself—to continue to function, even in the face of mass corruption. Accordingly, it is the option Chicagoans overwhelmingly select.)

So when an Alderman takes a $10,000 bribe to re-zone her district for a developer, or the mayor gives his cousin an $80,000-a-year job as an elevator safety inspector (who somehow never gets around to inspecting any elevators), or the governor tries to sell a vacated senate seat when the senator becomes President of the United States—Chicagoans treat it like a game. The political news reads more like the sports page. Veteran reporters in fedoras and suspenders act unsurprised as they compare the current generation of scoundrels to the previous one, and then to the one before that.

And
I'm
supposed to be one of those reporters.

I have the fedora. (A nice, $500 Optimo, though I usually don't wear it.)

I have some suspenders. (Not so nice. From Kohl's. Also seldom worn.)

But
fuck me,
because I am
not
a Chicagoan, and I
do not
have that ability to treat it all as a joke.

I've lived in this city for twenty years, but I spent eighteen before that growing up in Iowa. And despite my many successful assimilations to Windy City life,
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I have yet to make that one crucial crossover that will allow me to believe that politicians stealing from the people they're supposed to serve is funny.

Professionally and officially, I am as amused as the next reporter by the rampant corruption that pervades every ward. (I've got to keep my job, after all.) I adopt the “there they go again” attitude. At press events, I shake hands and mingle with these politicians—these criminal aldermen (and women) who comprise our city council. We joke and laugh convivially. We never mention that some of them—even, perhaps,
most
of them—will one day fall from their perches in some form of scandal. Many of them will serve prison sentences. Some of those will be lengthy. (Since I've lived here, a Chicago alderman has been convicted of a felony every eighteen months or so, and those are just the ones that get caught! [It gets worse the higher up you go. Four of the last seven Illinois governors have felony convictions.])

But for the city to continue to function—to “work” as they say—we must, all of us, play this game. I must ask about their families, new projects in their wards, and their opinions of the Cubs' latest trade. Secretly though, I am disgusted with these people who use “clout” as a verb. (As in, “I clouted my way out of that one.”) I feel like this is not a game. Like their corruptions and bribes and associations with gangsters are not funny. Like instead, they are a shame . . . a horrible, wince-inducing shame. Watching Chicago aldermen glad-hand and smile at city events is like watching fashion models who are ugly and weigh 400 pounds but expect to be complimented on their pleasing features and toned physiques.

If I know anything, it's that the men and women who run this town are not real leaders. If real leadership were needed, this city would fall. Our politicians would fail us utterly. Their sinecured appointees would prove useless. Their boring speeches would inspire no one.

I spend my days longing to see Chicago face some
real
test or trial that will expose these people for who and what they actually are.

I long for a crisis. For a disaster. For an invasion.

Pastor Leopold Mack
The Church of Heaven's God
in Christ Lord Jesus

It is the Book of Proverbs, I think, that most astutely describes the sin of adultery.

In the seventh chapter, we meet the harlot who has perfumed her bed with “myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon” and invites the stranger into her room to spend the night in lust. In verse eighteen, she entreats him: “Come, let us take our fill of love until the morning; let us solace ourselves with loves.”

Solace.

That's an important word.

It's what the man in the Bible story is trying to find when he elects to sleep with a prostitute. It's also the thing my congregation on the south side of Chicago is looking for. And it is the one thing I cannot give them.

My congregants . . .

They are beset on all sides.

Firstly, they are poor. The good book says the poor will always be with us—and that's a point which, in a larger, philosophical sense, I wouldn't presume to dispute—but the
culture
of poverty that has persisted for generations in my parish (our neighborhood is called South Shore) is frustrating, because it feels so unnecessary and arbitrary—as if a few small changes could correct everything and set our residents back on the right track. Why can't my congregants make these few, small changes? Why can't I help them do it?

I ask myself these questions every day.

During this recession, unemployment in our neighborhoods officially hovers close to 30 percent. When I drive down the street and see so many idle young men chatting and selling cigarettes and DVDs to one another, I'm convinced it must be higher. Like 50 percent.

In my neighborhood, less than half of the high school students graduate. Of those, almost none are prepared for college. One year, a valedictorian from the neighborhood went on to a city college and flunked out her first semester. And you say, okay, she wasn't prepared. I can accept that. But she
was the valedictorian.
She was the best the school had. Something is definitely wrong here.

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