Much like the stragglers, the survivors “each to resume where they left off. It’s the unshakable realization of an uncertain future. It is also the psychological effects of an inability to reconcile the present with the past. A play on the word “past,” this particular disorder is more than just the aftermath of extreme trauma. Like, every survivor, he suffers from his own personal PASD (Post Apocalypse Stress Disorder). Buoyed by a prodigious mediocracy-a preternatural ability skate by-Mark Spitz’s is a man of the new era. “Mark Spitz” is a Sweeper with the Omega unit. Hope is a gateway drug, don’t do it (222). This is where the old world meets the new.
Instinctually drawn to some mysterious moment, they remain frozen in a parody of normalcy: the hotdog vender that’s still bound to his cart, the copyboy that’s waiting in the office, the shopper that’s permanently poised between the shelves. The plague’s mistake, this harmless one percent of the earth’s infected are “the ones standing on the sidelines,” (96). Tasked with clearing the last of the dead, the Sweepers’ days are filled the routine removal and disposal of stragglers (i.e. Among the city’s new population are the Sweepers. With the Zone cleared, the Marines leave, the army takes its place and the engineers arrive-blueprints and schematics in hand. Ranging from Battery Park to Canal Street, the southern tip of Manhattan has been cleared of active skels (a.k.a. It was still hard to get a cab, for example (80). New York City in death was very much like New York city in life. Piece by piece they intend to take back the island: America’s most treasured symbol of hope, and reinvention. Lured by the idea that, “f you can bring back New York City, you can bring back the world” (121), the shadow of a government sprouting from Buffalo have commissioned a wall, a barricade against the chaos of the apocalypse. Rebranded as the American Phoenix (pheenies, for short), earth’s remaining survivors of the plague that brought on the zombie apocalypse are taking advantage of the lull in attacks and stitching together what’s left of society. One year after the end of the world, the remains of humanity are banding back together and the era of reconstruction is about to begin.
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