Dia of the Dead by Brinson Brit

Author:Brinson, Brit [Brinson, Brit]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Publisher: Big Moon Press
Published: 2014-09-15T16:00:00+00:00

NINE

The props department was empty and all but destroyed when I returned. Trashed props were everywhere, workstations were crooked or overturned, and the television glowed blue through a large crack in the screen. I let go of my arm; it fell limply at my side. The adrenaline rush from running had waned and my arm hurt something wicked. I walked through the room, careful not to bump it on anything and salvaged a few things I thought would be useful.

I grabbed a katana sword and unsheathed it. The sword’s silver blade gleamed in the light. It looked to be in good shape and pretty legit. With my hand wrapped around its handle, I felt as badass as one of the heroines in my favorite comic book. The katana was her weapon of choice, and it served her well as she slashed through zombies to survive. I hoped it could do the same for me, especially since my run-in with the wall left my right arm almost useless. I sliced the air with the sword in my left hand to get a feel for it. I felt a little off-kilter as I twisted and turned my wrist in the cutting motions I’d learned during swordplay training for the show. I prayed that if I needed to use it, I’d be able to.

I carefully pushed the sword back into its sheath and winced as I tucked it under my right arm. I placed the rest of what I collected—a couple of smoke bombs and Joe’s lighter—inside my satchel. I was thankful I still had my bag strapped across my body even though the weight of it slamming against my side was sure to leave a bruise on my hip. I had everything I needed. It wasn’t much but it was better than nothing. I crept toward the door and peeked my head into the hallway. I didn’t spot anyone approaching from either direction. Repositioning the katana so that I wouldn’t lose it, I dashed down the hall.

I ducked into the darkened wardrobe room and flipped the switch on the wall. For once,a light worked. From the looks of things, no one had been to Wardrobe yet. Everything was untouched and in its place. I closed the door behind me with a muted click of the lock and removed the katana from under my arm. I sat it on the counter in front of the mirrored wall and went over to the clothing racks with the wardrobe forDia of the Dead. I shifted through the hangers. My hand stopped on Dia Muerto’s black catsuit. I moved it aside to find what I had come for: the utility belt.

I grabbed its hanger and carried it over to the counter, laying it beside the sword. It had been repaired and looked to be okay. I maneuvered the satchel off with one hand and sat it on the counter. I took out whatever I thought could be useful and put it into the pockets of the utility belt: smartphone, my iPod and wallet, the smoke bombs and the lighter.

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