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I find my feet and wave the Weedwacker like a sword. Vrrr-vrrr!
The vinyl string spins close to their ashy flesh.
that moment, my brain seems to unlock. On TV, they’d been joking around,
calling the infection “Zombie Flu.” And now I know for sure that’s exactly
what’s in front of me. Because these three people look like something straight out
of a horror movie. Scabbed, slimy skin, streaked with dirt and blood. Rough,
This can’t be happening.
breath comes fast. I keep my eyes locked on the flesh-eaters. One gal trips
over her high heels but keeps reaching in my direction, arms extended, eyes
rolled back in her sockets.
I herd them back, revving the motor into a loud whine. “Take
that, flu people!” They retreat into the copse. Vrrr-v—
The motor spins into silence. Oh, no.
No, no, no. Damn
thing ran outta gas! For a moment I stand staring at the useless Weedwacker.
toss the machine to the ground and take off.
two seconds flat, the infected are out of the trees and on my tail, moaning
their dadgum heads off. That sound they make—“Rawwwrrr!”—it’s like T-Rex
crossed with dying cow.
exactly like the sound a zombie makes.
pulse drums in my ears as I clamber up the steep hill.
the hill? Why the hell am I climbing up the
hill? Toward the house? Toward that girl? What am I thinking? Now ain’t the
time to be a hero. I need to get the hell outta here! Down the road, in the
woods—someplace far, far away. These infected people aren’t fast; I could
outrun them in two seconds on level ground.
the girl. Eva, Ava, whatever. She doesn’t know about the flu monsters in her
front yard. Her parents are gone. She’s alone in that house. I can’t just leave
scrabble up the incline, my feet twisting on loose rocks.
slap-up behind me, lower down the slope. He might be slow, but I’m slow, too,
fumbling up this slant. He grabs and catches my shoelace. Desperate, I thrash out
and kick his mouth. Crack. The steel toe of my boot connects with his
of me wants to apologize, but instead I’m screaming my fool head off. A
terrified, frantic sound in the back of my throat. Gotta get up this hill.
reach the crappy, half-rotted steps, concrete crumbling beneath my shoes.
I shout. “Hey, girl.”
feet hit the gravel drive, and I’m sprinting now, leaving the infected still
halfway up the hill.
I yell. “Ada!”
movement at the house.
it all to hell.
throw myself against the front door, pounding with my fists, kicking with my
boots. The infected finally reach the top of the slope and regroup on the
they chorus and begin to shamble in my direction.
The girl’s probably got her iPod cranked up and can’t hear a thing. One last
try and then I gotta bolt.
Girl! Hey, you,” I holler.
rattle at the lock and the door swings open. Hair in a ponytail, workout clothes,
and sneakers. And attitude oozing from every pore.
name,” she says, “is not Girl or Hey you. It’s Ava.”
Ava, let me in your damn house. There’s zombies out here.”
Alison Kemper writes fun, flirty romances set during a zombie apocalypse. Her first novel DONNA OF THE DEAD (Entangled Teen) spent several weeks on the Kindle YA Humor bestseller list.
Her new novel DEAD OVER HEELS will be released September 29, 2014-- just in time for Halloween reading!
She loves to meet new people and talk books, so send her a friend request or connect with her Facebook, Twitter and Instagram.
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