Bovicide, Zombie Diaries, and the Legend of the Brothers Brown by Stephen Bills

Author:Stephen Bills [Bills, Stephen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Mystery, Zombie, Young Adult, Humor, cow, werewolf, island, Horror, vampire, youth, action, police, comedy, bovicide, Lang:en
Publisher: Stephen Bills
Published: 2012-03-22T01:35:12+00:00

Chapter Fifteen: It’s Not Kidnapping if He’s Already Dead

Lisa had finished all of Quentin’s books. There weren’t many and the picture books hadn’t taken more than half an hour in total. She wanted to go home, see what was happening in the nursery without her, what plants needed tending. Would anyone have watered them since she’d been arrested?

Tyres squealed out the front; Lisa rose. She could be out the back door in seconds, but what was the point? If this was the Team, she might as well face her fate. She’d never outrun them.

“Lisa?” Jim called.

“Yes?” she said. Was he being followed? Why hadn’t they established some kind of signal in case Mitchell forced her location out of him? His pleas of loyalty were all well and good, but how would they fare against torture?

Jim burst into the living room. He was wearing his coat again, but hadn’t washed it. Her blood still stained the left sleeve. What was he trying to say? That he’d conquered the werewolf? Or that it was safe to touch; that he needn’t fear her?

Before she could ask him, Jim grabbed her arms – hard – and Lisa shoved him away. “Damn it, Jim!” Fresh blood soaked through her bandage.

Why didn’t he ever think before acting? Lisa stormed to the bathroom and began unwinding the bandage as Jim fussed in the cabinet and found her a fresh one.

“What’s so important?” she asked.

“I need your help,” he said.

“With what?” Lisa dropped the old bandage in the bin and examined her wound over the sink. The bullet had chipped a piece off the outside of her wrist bone and taken with it a finger’s width of skin. It would be nice when the Team were gone and she could get it looked at by a doctor.

“What can you tell me about devil’s trumpet?” Jim started pacing.

“Common name of Datura Stramonium, a weed in the nightshade family.”

“What does it do?”

“Grows… produces flowers.” What was he looking for?

“What are its effects on people?”

Grimacing, Lisa placed an antibacterial gauze pad on the divot and wrapped the bandage around it, wondering whether to ask him what this was about. She could ask, but he wouldn’t tell her until he was ready anyway. It was easier to just go along, for now.

“In small doses, visual or auditory hallucinations; in larger ones it will completely disconnect you from reality. Also rapid heartbeat, hypertension, choreoathetosis—”

“What?” Jim asked. He was still pacing.

“Involuntary movements,” she said. “And hyperthermia, seizures, coma; even death.” Lisa stopped. Oh gods. “You haven’t taken it, have you?” she asked.

“No. Why would you think that?”

“Because you’re all jittery.”

“Sorry.” Jim left the bathroom to pace the living room instead. Lisa followed.

“What’s going on?”

“Could it…” He hesitated. “Could it make someone a zombie?”

Lisa laughed, then noticed he wasn’t laughing and put on a mock-serious face. “No Jim,” she said. “Only meteorites or voodoo can do that.”

His particularly blank expression reminded Lisa about Duke Andraste’s strict horror censorship. Archi TV was all bunnies and sunshine. No horror stories.

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