expression on Eddieâs face. He felt the same way when he thought about losing his penis: it wasnât a pleasant thought for any male.
âCome on,â Dillon said. âLetâs get the splint to Dr. Miller so you can keep your penisâdamn, youâre selfish.â
Dillon turned, left the room, and started walking again.
Eddie followed, glancing from his crotch to the splint every few feet.
They didnât talk anymore until they reached Eddieâs office, which connected Dillonâs to Dr. Millerâs office. Eddie was hired to be their shared personal assistant; he would do anything and everything they needed to keep their operations running smoothly.
Dillon continued into his office and Eddie stopped at his desk to drop off the splint and grab his tablet before rejoining Dillon.
âWhatâs going on with the extra security today?â Dillon asked as Eddie entered.
Dillon tapped one of his computer screens and brought up the most recent newsâsomething he did every day since the threats of terrorism had increased. Last month, one of the Undead Americans who was coming in to be restored had been set on fire by a masked man who had never been caught. Theyâd had to cancel the restoration because the zombie had then been too damaged to salvage. Because of the incident, Dillon had tried to be extra vigilant and aware of what was going on with the groups. They were pretty extreme in some cases, saying they needed to purge the human race, to cleanse it again. They were against humans having relationships with people who had been restored, even though after restoration a zombie was once again a living, thriving human down to every cell of their being. Their minds didnât work as fast and often they had to relearn things, but they were still capable of thinking. The research showed that brain function was almost returned to normal about two years after restoration: that is, from minimal brain function. There was no proof that zombies thought in their undead state, but there was some brain activity that enabled them to move. Stabilizing medicine that Undead Americans were required by law to take helped as well, even though they werenât sure how; it definitely kept them from rotting and trying to kill living humans.
Nothing popped out at Dillon from the news headlines.
âIâm not sure,â Eddie said. âIs there extra security today?â
âSorry,â Dillon said. âI know itâs your first day and you wouldnât realize the extra security wasnât normal, but I thought you might have heard something.â
Eddie shrugged. âI havenât heard anything. Is there something in the news?â
Dillon shook his head and sighed. âWhatâs the schedule look like today?â
âThree before lunch,â Eddie said, checking the schedule on his touchscreen tablet.
âGenders?â Dillon asked as he started working on his second touchscreen computer, making sure all the rooms and machinery they would need to do the restorations was ready.
âOne male, two females,â Eddie said. âDr. Miller is taking care of the male, so you get the first female. Whoever finishes first will start on the second female.â
Dillon snickered. âI guess youâll be getting acquainted with the breast room today too.â
Eddieâs lack of response made Dillon grin.
âWhereâs Dr. Miller?â
âSheâs in her office,â Eddie said.
âTaking a nap?â Dillon asked, looking up and across the office through his open door, at her door. The blinds were down over the window in the barrier. She often liked to rest before she did a restoration so she was mentally clear and calm.
âI donât know,â Eddie said. âWe got a DNA match on the male; he was previously in the military so he was in the database. I put in a request to see if he had any next of kin, but research is backed