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Authors: David Powers King
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ten seconds as he stared at me, like no one had ever stood up to him.
Why hadn’t the older kids, like Cody, put him in his place? Come to think of it, Cody didn’t go to school.
During my stare-off with the jerk-off, the teacher showed up and announced that lunch was over.
When it was only a few of us left, Thomas pointed his pudgy and portly finger at me. “I ain’t finished with you, pretty boy,” he threatened. “Watch your back.”
I’m not a fan of that expression. Have you tried to watch your back? It strains the neck like no other.
Interestingly enough, Big Thomas reminded me of a hypothetical scenario in the book that Mason had left us. Seemingly ordinary people, even kids, would use a zombie outbreak to go on an insane power trip. Adults, according to Mr. Booker, are the most dangerous.
The author published the book before I was born, before anything close to real zombies happened. It was a fun read, but the author was frighteningly thorough. He listed weapons and vehicles and environments where one could wait out an outbreak, along with the pros and cons of each. He even listed the symptoms of a zombie and the only way you can deal with them:
Aim for the brain.
We were doing that from the beginning, so that piece of information was easy enough to swallow. The one section that troubled me the most was his thoughts on Pain: Once the pathogen compromises the infected person’s nervous system, they can no longer feel pain. Zombies are completely oblivious to touch and taste, although the subject of whether zombies can actually taste is still in dispute .
I laughed at that part. The guy wrote himself like an authority on real zombies, as if he had researched them for years. When I finished the book, I was comfortable again. I could take on a horde of zombies on my own—except for the encounter that contradicted what I’d come to know of them; the Vector that Jewel had shot. When Kaylynn smacked him, he reached for his face. He fell back and retreated, in pain. I shook all over. If Vectors can’t feel pain, how come that one did?
It was after school when I decided to sit on the front porch and pick petals off a defenseless dandelion. Jewel was in the house with a PSP that Candice’s grandson had lent her. They were about the same age. Poor kid had an obvious crush on her. It made me protective of my sister, but it also made me wonder if my crush for Kaylynn was just as obvious. She was out of my league, but I liked her. And not knowing what she was up to drove me crazy. I had to go find her.
I plucked off the last dandelion petal. Since the tiny yellow things are a few cells more than microscopic, it took me almost an hour to pick them all. Flowers aren’t the best way to make choices, but I didn’t argue with it.
“Want to go for a walk, Jewel?” I asked through the opened door.
“Nah,” she said. “I’m about to slay the dragon!”
Already? She was quick. “You’ll be okay if I go?”
“Yeah, yeah. Sure, sure. Just lock the door.”
I did, and I headed out, but not before I took a couple cans of beef stew and a can opener with me, in case Kaylynn was hungry. I minded the gnomes and made my way to the front gate. The guards gave me a little trouble when I asked them to let me out. They wouldn’t, so I waited for the next car to enter and snuck off. There was a golf course to the south, but I wasn’t about to play a few holes. I went north to the main road and strolled through the abandoned portion of town. The empty street tripped me out with cheeseburger wrappers and post-apocalyptic clutter everywhere.
An early summer wind greeted me when I reached E. Street. I passed a county building, a US Bank, and a Subway restaurant. No signs of life, so I pressed on.
“Kaylynn?” I called for her at every intersection and building in between, hopeful that my voice wouldn’t attracting anything else. “Chloe?” The empty streets beckoned. Vacant buildings echoed back at me.
Then I
Why hadn’t the older kids, like Cody, put him in his place? Come to think of it, Cody didn’t go to school.
During my stare-off with the jerk-off, the teacher showed up and announced that lunch was over.
When it was only a few of us left, Thomas pointed his pudgy and portly finger at me. “I ain’t finished with you, pretty boy,” he threatened. “Watch your back.”
I’m not a fan of that expression. Have you tried to watch your back? It strains the neck like no other.
Interestingly enough, Big Thomas reminded me of a hypothetical scenario in the book that Mason had left us. Seemingly ordinary people, even kids, would use a zombie outbreak to go on an insane power trip. Adults, according to Mr. Booker, are the most dangerous.
The author published the book before I was born, before anything close to real zombies happened. It was a fun read, but the author was frighteningly thorough. He listed weapons and vehicles and environments where one could wait out an outbreak, along with the pros and cons of each. He even listed the symptoms of a zombie and the only way you can deal with them:
Aim for the brain.
We were doing that from the beginning, so that piece of information was easy enough to swallow. The one section that troubled me the most was his thoughts on Pain: Once the pathogen compromises the infected person’s nervous system, they can no longer feel pain. Zombies are completely oblivious to touch and taste, although the subject of whether zombies can actually taste is still in dispute .
I laughed at that part. The guy wrote himself like an authority on real zombies, as if he had researched them for years. When I finished the book, I was comfortable again. I could take on a horde of zombies on my own—except for the encounter that contradicted what I’d come to know of them; the Vector that Jewel had shot. When Kaylynn smacked him, he reached for his face. He fell back and retreated, in pain. I shook all over. If Vectors can’t feel pain, how come that one did?
It was after school when I decided to sit on the front porch and pick petals off a defenseless dandelion. Jewel was in the house with a PSP that Candice’s grandson had lent her. They were about the same age. Poor kid had an obvious crush on her. It made me protective of my sister, but it also made me wonder if my crush for Kaylynn was just as obvious. She was out of my league, but I liked her. And not knowing what she was up to drove me crazy. I had to go find her.
I plucked off the last dandelion petal. Since the tiny yellow things are a few cells more than microscopic, it took me almost an hour to pick them all. Flowers aren’t the best way to make choices, but I didn’t argue with it.
“Want to go for a walk, Jewel?” I asked through the opened door.
“Nah,” she said. “I’m about to slay the dragon!”
Already? She was quick. “You’ll be okay if I go?”
“Yeah, yeah. Sure, sure. Just lock the door.”
I did, and I headed out, but not before I took a couple cans of beef stew and a can opener with me, in case Kaylynn was hungry. I minded the gnomes and made my way to the front gate. The guards gave me a little trouble when I asked them to let me out. They wouldn’t, so I waited for the next car to enter and snuck off. There was a golf course to the south, but I wasn’t about to play a few holes. I went north to the main road and strolled through the abandoned portion of town. The empty street tripped me out with cheeseburger wrappers and post-apocalyptic clutter everywhere.
An early summer wind greeted me when I reached E. Street. I passed a county building, a US Bank, and a Subway restaurant. No signs of life, so I pressed on.
“Kaylynn?” I called for her at every intersection and building in between, hopeful that my voice wouldn’t attracting anything else. “Chloe?” The empty streets beckoned. Vacant buildings echoed back at me.
Then I
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