Generation Dead by Daniel Waters

Author:Daniel Waters
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Juvenile Fiction, Social Issues - Dating & Sex, Death, Children's Books - Young Adult Fiction, Science Fiction, Social Issues - Friendship, Children: Young Adult (Gr. 7-9), Horror, Fantasy & Magic, Fiction, Romance, Fantasy, Horror & Ghost Stories, Humorous Stories, Prejudices, Zombies, Young Adult, Monsters, Love & Romance
ISBN: 9781423109228
Publisher: Hyperion Book CH
Published: 2008-05-06T10:00:00+00:00

"Yes," he said. "We have concerns as well."

"Who is this 'we' you keep referring to? Is it the royal 'we'? The papal 'we'?"

She thought his smile grew a bit wider. "I want to show you something," he said, and motioned for her to follow him through the kitchen to a closed door, which no doubt led to his bedroom.

"Um, could you tell me where the bathroom is?" "Back that way. On ...the right." "Thanks."

She left her hands under the faucet for a couple minutes, the cool water making her hands tingle and the floral scent of the hand soap filling her nostrils. Margi's words echoed in her head, and she stayed behind the locked door longer than she needed to.

She walked back. Tommy's door was open and his complexion had taken on a bluish cast as he sat in front of a computer screen in the dark. The room itself was a male version of hers, with books and a stereo and posters, the differences being that the stereo was a lot cheaper and there were sports stars mixed in among the musicians on the walls. And the room was a lot neater.

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"I wanted to show you this," Tommy said, and motioned to the screen.

Phoebe saw that Tommy was on a Web site called mysocalledundeath.com. The home page was decorated with comic book zombies shambling from graves, and menacing pink people, mostly blond and buxom. Some familiar heavy metal mascots were present as well.

"What is this?" she said, leaning over his shoulder. There was a subtle scent to him, one that she could not quite identify. Something outdoorsy. She resisted the urge to touch his shoulder.

"My blog."

"Your blog? No way."

"Way. I've got close to a thousand subscribers."

"Wow." She leaned in closer. When he typed she could see the muscles of his arms move underneath his shirt.

There were a few hot links on the home page: Archive, Deadline, MSCU Alumni, Links.

"I try to write ...every night."

"Can I read some?"

He clicked on the Deadline link, and there was an entry for the day prior. She began to read.

Week three of the Hunter Foundations necrohumanitarian experiment. The class was subjected to the crass but persuasive arguments of Mr. Steven "Skip" Slydell, with whom all of you are by now well familiar, thanks to his being a good years worth of blog fodder. Skip's main thesis seems to be that the zombie

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community can achieve legitimacy through consumerism and sloganeering. He dispensed swag to the class; I myself am now the proud owner of a new Zombie Power! T-shirt. There is something almost endearing in his shameless hucksterism, and the gear he showered us with does have a certain radical chic to it. You can't help but question his motives, which almost certainly are profit driven, but at the same time you can't help but be drawn into his circle of "positive transformation." If there is cheesy packaging around a universal truth, does that make the universal truth inside any less valid?

In a perfect universe,

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