Curse of the Immune by Levi Doone

Author:Levi Doone [Doone, Levi]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-06-23T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

Rudy’s downstairs for what seems an eternity, but according to Maria, it’s only a few minutes. It’s quiet and I can’t understand what the deal is. I give it a few more second and get up.

“What are you doing?” Maria asks.

“I’m going downstairs.”

“You sure you should? Rudy said—”

“I know what Rudy said. I’m just gonna check on him.” I proceed down the stairs slowly, stretching my neck to try and look into the living room as I descend. My mind begins to race with ‘what-if’ questions. Mostly like: what if Rudy’s dead and it’s up to me to protect Maria and Guille?

Answer to that: they’re screwed. I really don’t think Rudy’s dead. It’s too quiet and I’m sure if there were a fight, we’d have heard something.

When the room is in view, I see it’s empty. No sign of Rudy or Bruno. When I get to the landing, I see Rudy against the wall, squatting and holding Bruno with one hand, the other over his snout. He sees me and makes a shhh motion with his mouth.

I creep beside him, kneel, then whisper, “Zombie?”

“No, rodeo clowns.”

“What?”

“Yes, zombies. I think it’s gone. It was right outside the big window there. Must’ve wandered into the yard.”

We stay put for a little bit more, and Rudy puts Bruno down. “I think it’s clear.”

Bruno runs to the couch, jumps on it, and barks.

In an instant, the picture window shatters with a heart-stopping smash. A zombie leans in and reaches for me.

I jump back and whack my head on the wall behind me.

Rudy, in a single motion, leaps toward it and plants his sword into the thing’s head. It’s as if he’d practiced this sort of thing regularly, like it was choreographed.

“Yeah,” Rudy said, “this dog is awesome. These freaks won’t be able to sneak up on us with Bruno.” He pulls the sword from the head and wipes the orangey goo off the blade on the arm of the couch. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Sure, physically, thanks to Rudy. I’m getting sick of feeling helpless.

Maria calls out, “What’s going on? You guys okay?”

“Fine,” Rudy says. “Just a zombie. It’s dead.”

Just a zombie? These things have been terrorizing me all day and probably will for the rest of my, most likely, short life.

I stand slowly, my legs a little wobbly, and sit on the couch. Bruno comes to me and curls against my leg. I stroke his back while shifting on my sore butt. I’m a mess. My clothes are still wet and sticky, I’m shoeless, and I start to feel sick to my stomach.

“I’m never gonna get used to this,” I say.

“It’s crazy, huh.” Rudy moves to a recliner and sits. “I’m gonna stay down here and keep watch for a while. Why don’t you go try and get some sleep?”

“I’m not tired right now. I’ll keep you company, if you don’t mind.”

“Cool.”

I wait for him to start in on me. You know, the whole if you’re going to survive, you need to blah, blah, blah.

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