Box of Zombies: Rise of the Dead Volumes 1-3 by Burgess Donna

Author:Burgess, Donna [Burgess, Donna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: E-Volve Books
Published: 2014-03-04T08:00:00+00:00

Dead Girl

Rise of the Dead Volume 3

Dead Girl’s Blog

Tuesday, September 09, 2014

I never thought it would happen to me. Damn that Tommy Barker. Always grabbing at me. So we stopped over at Allston Park and went down to the beach to you know. Ever since I let him go under my sweater after Laura Murphy’s birthday party a month ago, he’s been determined to go all the way. But I was drunk that night and besides he does want to use protection—

Never mind. The point is this—we went down to the beach and suddenly there was this old guy stumbling out of the dunes like some kind of drunk or maybe perv, and Tommy—that jerk—ran off with his junk hanging out and left me there with my pants halfway down.

Turns out this old guy wasn’t a drunk (though he might have been a perv—at least at some point). He was one of those. You know. Those Deaders that’s been on the internet and in the paper. One of those things my dad is always warning me to stay clear.

But there he was. Dead as homemade shit and stumbling around in his stinky, wet clothes. He was on his knees before I could get my jeans buttoned. Then he clamped his teeth into my calf. He ruined my best jeans—the ones Mom picked up at Hollister. That numbnuts tore a hole right through those jeans and took a piece of my leg, too.

You know, I don’t think I even realized he was a Deader until I kicked him. Right in the side of the head, just like he was a soccer ball, and he let go right away, but only because his lower jaw came loose on that side. I remember standing there a second and watching his rotted black tongue sort of waggle and flap around. Then I ran. It didn’t really even hurt that much. The ER doc said that was likely because of the adrenaline rush I had. But now I’m just high on the pills he gave me. He gave Mom a little bottle of pills, too. To add to her collection.

Anyway, Tommy had the car running already. Good ol’ Tommy. How manly of him, BTW. Idiot. And then had the nerve to bitch about me getting blood all over the floorboard of his daddy’s Lexus. He dropped me off in front of the ER entrance and sped away with my purse and my phone. I had to use a greasy payphone to call my dad.

Boy, you should have seen the look on my parents’ faces when they picked me up. You’d thought I was caught screwing the entire Varsity and J.V. football team at a church picnic.

“What are we going to do with you, Audrey?” Mom asked. She was crying, but she did that sometime anyway and usually for no real reason. But they seemed to think the whole thing pretty dire.

I sighed, rolled my eyes in the backseat of Dad’s Beemer, and watched as the bloodspot was already growing wide and dark through the bandage.

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