“Peter, we already know he’s an evil piece of shit,” Justine said, sounding tired and impatient with his brother. “Whatever is on these disks isn’t going to tell us anything he hasn’t already told us himself.”
Peter looked unconvinced and took the top disc from the stack. He took it and slid it into the gaming console he and Ricky were playing on before. When the TV screen lit up, he fiddled with some buttons, and the screen went black. There’s a small timestamp at the bottom of the screen, displaying a date that’s almost a year ago, before the time the infection started.
Despite my insistence, there’s nothing on these discs, I felt myself moving toward the couch to sit beside Diana. She made room for me, never taking her eyes off of the screen in front of us. For a second, I thought that nothing was going to happen until the screen lightened as if someone turned on a
He shook his head. “Of course not.”He gets to his feet, and we headed for the door. “Would you mind cutting my hair before we lay down?”“I thought you weren’t going to let me anywhere near your hair,” I said with a smile.“Well, it’s annoying me so much lately I think I'll risk losing an ear.”I laughed. “What if I screw it up and leave you with a mullet or something?”“That’s what they make hats for,” he responded with a quick wink that’s just for me.We headed back for our room, and he dug a pair of scissors out of our first-aid kit and handed them to me. I took them slowly, wondering if he’s actually serious about letting me cut his hair. I mean, of course, part of me was nervous I'd mess it up, but the other part of me felt strangely good
Dr. Melendez asked us to visit him in the laboratory a few hours later to determine the current state of the rotting research subject. We assembled in the kitchen to prepare a quick breakfast. We couldn't stop ourselves from laughing. We'd been waiting for the right moment for so long, since before we realized there was a chance of a solution. And now we could somehow recognize the rewards of our effort. I just prayed we weren't let down.We found Dr. Melendez in his laboratory, and the moment I walked in, my gaze was drawn to the patient. His complexion had already begun to recover some of its pinkish hues, trying to make him seem less like a decomposing corpse and more like a real human. He's nude from stem to stern, with wounds and puncture markings all over his body. All of them bled, but it wasn't the vicious, gelatinous substance blood we're accustomed to having seen from the undead. It was shorter in length now, and it's flowin
I nodded. “If you’re happy and you know it...”Peter smiled. “Be careful, Clementia.”“I will,” I said, smiling back. “We've got this.”I hope I sounded more confident than I feel. My knees were weak and my mouth had gone paper dry at the thought of offering myself up as bait, but I also knew that with the others here, I’m in no real danger. So I took my spot across from the others, clicked on the safety of my gun, and slid it into the holster on my thigh.When Justine gave me the signal, I brought my hands together, clapping as loudly as I could. Even though there were three of her prey in front of her, they were silent and unmoving. When she heard me making noise behind her, she turned slowly, facing me and advancing steadily. Her movements were more fluid than a lot of rottens we’ve faced, which means she probably hadn
He stopped for a moment, his pupils dilated and wide with concern at the cadence of my speech. I couldn't exactly say I blame him. I could sense the bitterness in my demeanor, which I'd never been with him before. But when I peered at him just now, all I saw was him leaving Diana to suffer alone in that wilderness. Instead of assisting me in my efforts to rescue her, he chose to prioritize my safety above hers, which doesn't seem reasonable to me. She should still be with us for a while, and she may have been if Justine hadn't gotten emotional state for me.In some ways, I'm to blame for Diana's death. It's because Justine loved me more than he appreciated her. I was curious whether he felt any remorse for his choice. I'm confident he does since he's placed it upon himself to help shield us and guide us on the right road, but I had no question that if presented with the opportunity, he'd make the very same precise choice again. Justine's emotions for me placed the remaining of our team
I leaned in closer till our upper arms were brushing. "It's all right, Justine. If I had to pick between your life and the life of a comrade, I would choose your life. It's a terrible thing to confess, but it's true. If I were in your situation, I believe I would have done exactly the same thing you did. I would have abandoned her to just save your life."I sensed my lungs tighten as soon as the words were out of my lips and out in the plain, and I began to suffocate on my emotions. I'd been so furious with him for the last several hours, even though I knew from the start that if our positions had been overturned, I would already have done the very same actions.I placed my platter of half-eaten dinner behind, knowing I couldn't eat another mouthful without feeling nauseous. My stomach had already been in contortions, and eating wasn't going to be helping. Justine reached up and drew me closer, putti
The man on the floor burst into tears, ugly crying until there was snot running down his face. His back heaved with each harsh intake of air as he tried to breathe through the tears. Peter has his legs pinned, and Justine was sitting on his lower back, forcing his shoulders to the ground. The man made no move to get up, he just lay on the ground and continued to cry, breathing raggedly, and I got the distinct impression he’s as clueless about what just happened as the rest of us.“Are you gonna be okay?” Peter asked, leaning around the man’s shoulders to get a glimpse of his tear-streaked, pitiful face. “Can we let you up or are you gonna freak out on us again?”The man didn’t say anything. He just sniffed and nodded his head, looking like a child in the process. Justine and Peter both shared a quick look, and Justine nodded his head. He counted silently to three, mouthing the words to
I found what I’m looking for, and smile at him over my shoulder. “Here, catch.”He stuck his hands out and catches the can I tossed at him, and he looked at it curiously.“Sometimes all we need is a little luck. I know it’s not our friend, Gigi's burritos, but it’ll still be pretty good, I think.”He smiled at the can of tamales in his hands. “Thank you.”“Open that for me, will ya? There’s a recipe on the back for a tamale casserole, and we have all the stuff for it except for the shredded cheese, but I think it’ll still be pretty good without it.”I ducked back into the counter and grabbed a can of chili beans, and a jar of tomato sauce, along with the unopened bag of white rice that I sneered at earlier. Ricky boiled the water on the stove for the rice, and I dug around in the cupboards
"Justine, she's shackled to the table," I softly observed.He bowed his head and hushed his voice. "And you don't suppose Ricky may feel sorry for her and remove the straps? Especially after a couple of hours of talking and watching over her?”Unfortunately, I believe that would be a little issue. Ricky grew more patient and warm-hearted following the catastrophe with Gigi and Diana, and if he senses Mikaella seems to be in emotional turmoil, I can imagine him loosening the restraints and releasing her free.He may not take a comprehensive approach to little details, such as anxious fidgeting or a difference in Mikaella's demeanor, and by the moment he does, it may be too late."He'll be alright," Peter cut in. "He's not a moron. Remember how fantastic of a leader he is?" he softly said. "He noticed how Antonio was feeling. He knows better than to endanger his life, no matter how devastated Mikaella is."
Peter nodded. “I’ll go find him some clean clothes to wear. The shirt might be a little tight since he’s so big compared to me, but it’ll have to do for now. You should help him get into the shower while I do that. Do you want me to go find the others?” “That’s probably a good idea,” I said. “Once he’s cleaned up, it should go smoothly.” Turning to Justine, I motioned to the stairs. “You remember where that bathroom is, right? Why don’t you go start a nice hot shower and I’ll be up there in a minute?” I sighed. “It’s too early to tell. He did turn and attack someone, but I’m not sure how much of it he remembers, or what kind of lasting affect it’ll have on his mind. I’m hoping he’ll be able to put it all behind him with some time and love and understanding.” “Be careful being alone with him,” Peter remarked. “I know you don’t wanna hear this, but he might be dangerous. I shouldn’t even be leaving you alone with him to go find him something to wear. The only reason I am is because it
Two months later. Joseph screamed, spit flying from his lips as he swung wildly at Clyde. He knocked another man to the ground before he could get out of the way, and he stepped on his back, vaulting off him and leaping at Clyde. He slams into Allen’s chest and drags him down to the ground with a startled shout. Before any of us could even react, he sunk his teeth into Clyde’s shoulder, tearing through the flesh. Clyde grunted as blood welled up and spilled down the front of his chest, staining his white shirt red. Michael and Billie were there in a heartbeat, dragging a kicking and screaming Joseph away from Clyde. I knelt down beside him, pressing a wad of clean napkins to the bleeding wound while trying to ignore the terrified whispers around the room. Thankfully the wound didn’t look too bad, but I’m sure it couldn’t feel very pleasant. Clyde hissed in pain as I pressed the napkins harder against his chest, trying to stem the flow of blood. “What set him off?” I asked. “I’m not
Unfortunately, I was one of the ones closest to the front.The rottens advanced on us, and Billie pulled the trigger again and again. One more rotten dropped, but the second just staggered as his shoulder jerked back from the impact. Peter fired, and the wounded rotten dropped to the ground, unmoving. The rest of them were on us, and I brought my weapon up. My heart was racing in my chest and my blood pounded like a drum in between my ears, creating a roar that blocked out everything except the harsh sound of my breathing.I pulled the trigger and my hand jerked from the force of the shot, but a rotten dropped. Three more drops to the ground courtesy of Billie and Peter, and I took out an eighth. Only four left; Billie took out two of them with relative ease, leaving the last two for me and Peter while he reloaded. Mine was too close to take the time to aim, so I just screamed in anger and hatred, swinging my weapon up before bringing it back down like a hammer, slamming into the rotte
Justine was going to die in the next couple of hours. He’s going to be ripped away from me, and then he’s going to come back. He'd probably end up being a rotten for at least a little bit while we get the cure to work. He’s going to suffer a fate worse than death.The tears streamed down my face and I started to choke. Justine pulled me closer as I cried, but for once it didn’t comfort me; it made me feel claustrophobic and smothered. Suddenly, I couldn't breathe or function. All I could do was cry and gasp for air like my lungs had been punctured or flattened like pancakes. I couldn’t lose him. I couldn’t. Please…Everyone kept their distance while Justine and I cried it out, and I was forever grateful for it. We needed the space and time to ourselves, even if we didn’t have the time to spare right now. I was dangerously close to breaking, and it was wise for them to keep their distance. All I wanted to do was scream and throw things and pull at my hair, cursing Dr. Melendez, the gove
As the celebration drew to a close, Justine and I headed back to our house. We took our time, enjoying the peacefulness of the night, not really minding the cold anymore as we enjoyed each other’s company. The others wandered along behind us, watching us with obvious concern. I knew they saw us together during the song, and I knew they saw how it affected us so deeply, but none of them know why or what to say. So they remained quiet and just watched, looking for any sign that something was wrong.When we reached the house, everyone gathered in the living room, taking up every available seat on the couch, chairs, and the floor. Clyde, Billie, and Michael joined us, and together we made a rough plan of attack. “Unfortunately, we don’t know the layout of this area where the lab is,” Clyde began. “And we don’t know the extent of the disease. So we’re going in blind and to an extent, we’ll just have to hope that things work out for the best. What we can plan for, however, is what to do in
“You did look a little green up there,” Xander said with a smirk.“You did great. It was a speech to go down in history,” Clyde replied. “I told Millie it would be, so she had someone write down the entire thing word for word, so we can put it in our records. People will remember that speech for a very long time.”Billie clapped his hands loudly. “Well, now that the official business is over with, who wants some booze?”“Yeah, what the hell,” Michael said, getting to his feet. “This might be our last chance ever to get drunk.”The two of them headed up to the front and grabbed red plastic cups, searching through the already open bottles of liquor for something to drink. Billie chose what looked like Captain Morgan spiced rum and he mixed it with coke, making his drink very strong. Michael went with seven and seven, using less liquor and more pop to take it down a notch.“What did they mean by ‘this might be our last chance ever to get drunk’?” Justine asked.“The three of us are headi
A quick glance out the window showed that it was no longer snowing, which was good for us. It'd make the drive tomorrow much easier if the roads don’t get any worse, and it'd be easier on us when we had to ditch the vehicles and continue on foot. I’m not sure of the layout of New York, but I assumed we’re not going to be driving straight up to the front door of a top-secret government facility. At the very least I’m sure there would be a fence, and maybe even more obstacles.I tore myself away from the window, sitting on the edge of the bed with Justine while I pulled on my boots. They zipped up easily, and I waited for him to ready himself mentally. He finally sighed and gets to his feet, following me to the door. The others were already waiting for us downstairs, and I saw Clyde, Billie, and Michael were all with them. This couldn’t be good…“What’s going on?”“Just a precaution,” Clyde assured. “Word got out about Justine being here, and there are a lot of unhappy campers. We just w
“If you’re right and you guys do succeed, everything is gonna change. Hope will be alive once again. We can actually begin rebuilding instead of just surviving. People won’t have to be afraid to search for their lost loved ones, or to fall in love again for fear of losing who they’ve given their heart to. So many possibilities, all because of one crazy scientist, and a group of kids crazy enough to go after him," Clyde looked back at us, his eyes shining with unshed tears and the smile on his face growing. “You’ll all have prominent spots in the community if you decide to return. Everyone will know who you are.”Peter’s cheeks turn red. “I don’t know about that,” he said, looking away. “I’ll be happy knowing we made a difference. I don’t need any kind of praise or validation from others. We had a duty to seek out this cure, and we did it. It’s nothing most people wouldn’t have done if given the chance.”“You really believe that?” Clyde asked, lifting one bushy eyebrow. “Huh. I can’t sa
Millie wasn’t the only person in the tent. There were two men in white coats with clipboards, and they ushered us farther into the tent. One closed the flap behind Justine, and he looked us over closely, probably trying to decide where to start with us. While Millie looked after Isabel, he motioned to several nearby chairs. “Take a seat. We’ll take you behind the curtain one at a time and have you undress for a quick examination.”“You’re shitting us, right?” Peter asked, eyes narrowing a fraction. “There is mother fucking snow on the ground. Do you honestly think any of us are stripping?”The doctor didn’t look up from his clipboard. “It’ll only take a moment. We can’t let you any farther into the community until you’ve been cleared. I’m sorry, but you’ll have to deal. The sooner you strip, the sooner you can get dressed again. You’ll be given some hot chocolate for your troubles while you wait for your friends to finish," he motioned to the screen behind him, tucked away into the c