Epidemic of the Undead: A Zombie Novel by P. A. Douglas

Author:P. A. Douglas [Douglas, P. A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 147762791X
Amazon: B0088KAWN4
Publisher: Severed Press
Published: 2012-06-03T00:00:00+00:00

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The next morning, Chris saw exactly what Nan had been talking about. In the far corner of the courtyard on the left wall, across from the wishing well, hung a large stained glass portrait of an old priest, half covered by rotted sheets of wood and two by fours. The parts of the stained glass he could see were quite intriguing.

Nan and Brady were already up and moving about the yard and Chris didn’t see Stephanie anywhere. Chris brushed a few loose leaves off of his clothing, and then made his way over to where Nan and Brady were. They were standing near the hallway that Steve had been taken through speaking with the Hispanic Priest from last night.

“…and most everyone else, with the exception of yourselves came in well before the epidemic worsened. More than a handful of them are the homeless who actually lived here inside the school buildings. You and your family are very lucky to have survived,” the priest was saying as Chris walked up. “Good morning, my boy. You must be Chris. Nan and Brady tell me good things about you. That was a noble thing you did for them, getting them down from that roof like that.”

“It was nothing.” Chris blushed, and then shook the priest’s hand. “Sorry, I’m terrible with names, and you are . . . ?”

“Father Garcia Clark. I am…well…I was in charge of restoration here at Anderson. We were supposed to get started on it in just a few months,” he said with a hand gesture to the rubble that was the schools courtyard. “You can call me Clark if that makes you more comfortable.”

The handshake ended.

Chris nodded at Garcia, and then quickly diverted his attention to Nan and Brady. “Have you seen Stephanie anywhere?”

“She’s inside checkin’ on your pal, Steve.” Brady pointed toward the door leading to the hallway of medical gurneys and the severely injured. “She was already up and gone when me and Nan woke up. Figured she was checkin’ on ‘em.”

Chris’ eye darted to the nearby doorway. Until now, his mind had completely slipped away from Steve and his gunshot wound.

“No need to worry, my friend. I checked in on him early this morning. He’s bruised up pretty good, but he’s going to be fine.” Father Clark walked a few paces away from the others and opened the hallway door. “Come on, Chis. We’ll go check in on your friend together. I believe Stephanie is there now.” The short Hispanic priest in his black catholic suit stepped through the door ushering Chris to follow. His suit told a story of struggle and courage. It was covered in dirt and what looked to be dried blood. At first, the blood was hard to make out against the black fabric.

Nan nudged Chris forward. “Go ahead, sweetie pie. Brady and me are fine. Goin’ to mingle with some of the other survivors for a bit. See if we can’t get an idea about what’s happenin’ around here.”

Chris gave Nan a big hug and then walked away following Father Garcia through the door.

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