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organs?”
“ By all accounts, they couldn’t. But then, we are talking about zombies, so anything goes. Right?” I bent down and again poked the knife into a chunk of flesh. “Even the muscle has started to rot. This is…I don’t know…impossible.”
Jamal bent down to get a closer look at the unsealed undead. “Let’s think about this with a nod to Vulcan logic. We know the major organs, the heart, lungs, and most of the brain cease to function when the virus takes hold. We also know the virus halts the decay process.” He took the knife from me so he could give the corpse a poke or two. “What we don’t know is if the virus keeps decay at bay for good. What if it can’t hold off the natural process of necrosis permanently? Eventually, every bit of living tissue would rot and these things would become, for all intents and purposes, walking bags of human waste.”
Jamal and I both stood and without prompting, wrapped our arms around each other and nearly shouted for joy.
“ How is this, in any way, a reason to celebrate?” Morgan asked.
“ Don’t you see?” I released myself from Jamal’s embrace and turned to address Morgan. “These monsters have a shelf life. We had been thinking all along the only way to cull the herd was to shoot, burn, behead, or otherwise end their existence.”
Jamal stepped in and took over for me. “The truth of the matter is, Mother Nature is on our side. We don’t know how long it takes, but every one of these things will eventually sluice rotten innards out their orifices and fall to the ground, officially lifeless.”
Joshua stepped into our circle of intelligence. “Okay, I hate to interrupt the celebration, but we need to wrap this up. If there’s a trap in that car, then most likely it was planted by the Zero Day Collective. If that’s the case—”
Once again, Rizzo chimed in with the only intelligent bit of information necessary.
“ We really just need to get the H-E -double hockey sticks outta here. The longer we wait, the more likely—”
Rizzo’s words were overtaken by an all-too familiar sound—the rattle and clacking of bone.
“ Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me. Boners? Now? Fuck.” Josh voiced everyone’s feelings, before he took off for the Hummer. “Morgan, man the gun. We’re going to need all the heavy firepower we can muster.”
Morgan complied and scrambled to the top of the truck like an apocalyptic ballerina. Within seconds she had the handles of the weapon in her grasp and was ready to pulverize anything that crossed her sights.
“ Into the trucks, everyone. Now!” Joshua’s voice commanded an attention I hadn’t previously heard from him. Not one person shrugged off the demand. As we filed into the vehicles, the sounds of hell on earth played a wretched symphony in the background.
My face was planted against the window. Morbid curiosity was locked in battle with my consciousness. Why I wanted to see a battalion of Boners was beyond me.
“ Oh my God,” Echo whispered. “I think I’m going to get sick.”
I reached back and placed a hand on Echo’s cheek. “It’s going to be okay.”
Before I could continue, the sound of gunfire interrupted the moment with a blistering, angry clatter. A cloud of dust appeared. Random body parts poked out from the roiling cloud: an arm, a leg, a shoulder—all of it covered in bone.
“ Oh my God, we’re going to die,” whispered Echo, under her breath.
“ B, do you think now would be a good time for the Obliterator? Or maybe another sonic cannon?”
Our last encounter with a gang of Boners had involved us using a sonic cannon to shatter the bone armor so we could then shoot them down with conventional weapons.
“ I don’t have what we need for a sonic cannon. Jamal, I barely have what we need to keep us alive.”
Jamal gently grabbed my face in the palms of his hands. “I know this for truth, B…I haven’t told you enough how amazing you are. You’ve managed to keep
“ By all accounts, they couldn’t. But then, we are talking about zombies, so anything goes. Right?” I bent down and again poked the knife into a chunk of flesh. “Even the muscle has started to rot. This is…I don’t know…impossible.”
Jamal bent down to get a closer look at the unsealed undead. “Let’s think about this with a nod to Vulcan logic. We know the major organs, the heart, lungs, and most of the brain cease to function when the virus takes hold. We also know the virus halts the decay process.” He took the knife from me so he could give the corpse a poke or two. “What we don’t know is if the virus keeps decay at bay for good. What if it can’t hold off the natural process of necrosis permanently? Eventually, every bit of living tissue would rot and these things would become, for all intents and purposes, walking bags of human waste.”
Jamal and I both stood and without prompting, wrapped our arms around each other and nearly shouted for joy.
“ How is this, in any way, a reason to celebrate?” Morgan asked.
“ Don’t you see?” I released myself from Jamal’s embrace and turned to address Morgan. “These monsters have a shelf life. We had been thinking all along the only way to cull the herd was to shoot, burn, behead, or otherwise end their existence.”
Jamal stepped in and took over for me. “The truth of the matter is, Mother Nature is on our side. We don’t know how long it takes, but every one of these things will eventually sluice rotten innards out their orifices and fall to the ground, officially lifeless.”
Joshua stepped into our circle of intelligence. “Okay, I hate to interrupt the celebration, but we need to wrap this up. If there’s a trap in that car, then most likely it was planted by the Zero Day Collective. If that’s the case—”
Once again, Rizzo chimed in with the only intelligent bit of information necessary.
“ We really just need to get the H-E -double hockey sticks outta here. The longer we wait, the more likely—”
Rizzo’s words were overtaken by an all-too familiar sound—the rattle and clacking of bone.
“ Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me. Boners? Now? Fuck.” Josh voiced everyone’s feelings, before he took off for the Hummer. “Morgan, man the gun. We’re going to need all the heavy firepower we can muster.”
Morgan complied and scrambled to the top of the truck like an apocalyptic ballerina. Within seconds she had the handles of the weapon in her grasp and was ready to pulverize anything that crossed her sights.
“ Into the trucks, everyone. Now!” Joshua’s voice commanded an attention I hadn’t previously heard from him. Not one person shrugged off the demand. As we filed into the vehicles, the sounds of hell on earth played a wretched symphony in the background.
My face was planted against the window. Morbid curiosity was locked in battle with my consciousness. Why I wanted to see a battalion of Boners was beyond me.
“ Oh my God,” Echo whispered. “I think I’m going to get sick.”
I reached back and placed a hand on Echo’s cheek. “It’s going to be okay.”
Before I could continue, the sound of gunfire interrupted the moment with a blistering, angry clatter. A cloud of dust appeared. Random body parts poked out from the roiling cloud: an arm, a leg, a shoulder—all of it covered in bone.
“ Oh my God, we’re going to die,” whispered Echo, under her breath.
“ B, do you think now would be a good time for the Obliterator? Or maybe another sonic cannon?”
Our last encounter with a gang of Boners had involved us using a sonic cannon to shatter the bone armor so we could then shoot them down with conventional weapons.
“ I don’t have what we need for a sonic cannon. Jamal, I barely have what we need to keep us alive.”
Jamal gently grabbed my face in the palms of his hands. “I know this for truth, B…I haven’t told you enough how amazing you are. You’ve managed to keep
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