Cities of the Dead: Stories from the Zombie Apocalypse (Day 1) by William Young

Author:William Young
Language: eng
Format: mobi
ISBN: 9781465894557
Publisher: William Young
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Ze’ev returned and placed a bandage on the wound, securing it with tape and biting off the ends.

“What would have bitten him?”

Ze’ev half-stood and banged his head into the open tray door. “Jesus!” he said, his eyes rimming with tears as he shoved the tray back into the wall. He paused for a moment and focused on the intense point of pain on the crown of his head, willing it to fade away. He took a long, deep breath and opened his eyes. Ze’ev turned to Bright and shrugged. “Who, you mean, and why?”

“What do you mean?”

“No ‘what’ bit him. That’s a human mouth bite on his arm. Believe me, I’ve seen hundreds of them, maybe thousands. Usually they’re just bruises with indentations, maybe once in a while you’ll get a body in here with punctures from somebody’s mouth, but that’s rare. This wound, this bite, you never get that from a person. Dogs, yeah, sometimes. People, never,” Ze’ev said. “Which means you have to ask, ‘who bit him?’”

“And why?”

“Exactly,” Ze’ev said, turning to the intern and patting through his clothing for any obvious signs of other trauma.

Bright looked around the room and immediately noticed a puddle of blood on the floor near the equipment table, and a small rotary saw lying on the floor. She walked over to it and saw a spray of blood across the counter and onto the wall. The various tools were in disarray, a smear of blood across them as if they had been desperately snatched for.

“He doesn’t have any cut wounds on him, does he?” Bright asked.

“No, why?” Ze’ev said.

“There’s a rotary saw and some knives and such over here that have blood on them.”

Ze’ev gave her a curious look. “Those tools should all be clean and ready for the autopsy.”

He got up and walked across the room and looked down at the equipment. Ze’ev gave Bright a look of mild bewilderment and almost shrugged. “Let me see if I can’t get a hold of Marcus. He should have been here helping Jason, anyway. Maybe he knows what’s going on.”

Ze’ev picked the phone off the hook on the wall, punched in a code, and spoke. Overhead, the speakers let out the muffled, softened sound of Ze’ev’s voice calling for Marcus Glass to come to the morgue examining room. Behind them there was a slight groan and the shuffling of fabric against concrete, the gentle sound of the double-doors swinging to a close. Ze’ev turned.

“What the fu—yee-oww!” Ze’ev said, his voice changing from deep confusion to clear pain.

Bright spun around and stared for a moment at the sight of Hristo Gruev biting deeply into Ze’ev’s neck, Gruev’s hands clasped tightly around Ze’ev’s right arm and shoulder, blood coursing down Ze’ev shirt and gurgling up across Gruev’s bared teeth and lips. Ze’ev smacked Gruev with his left palm several times, his hand making dull slaps on Gruev’s forehead but doing nothing to phase Gruev. Bright took a pair of steps sideways and tried to make sense of what she was looking at: Gruev should be dead.

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