Girl Z: My Life As A Teenage Zombie by Verstraete CA

Author:Verstraete, CA
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Intrigue Publishing LLC
Published: 2013-08-23T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

My Uncle Franco greeted me warmly. Lucky for me, he must’ve sensed my uneasiness and assured me not to be afraid of his German Shepherd dog, Chico, despite the dog’s huge feet, big head, and even bigger teeth.

“Don’t worry, chica,” Franco reassured.

“This dog, what can I say? He is un amante. He loves the ladies, but he’ll be on guard, especially if anyone tries to hurt or threaten you, your aunt, or anyone else en su casa.”

I thanked him and tried to appear at ease, though I couldn’t get out of sight fast enough. To my surprise, the dog glanced my way only once and kept his distance, preferring instead to greet my aunt with slobbery kisses, his interest centered on the cookies in her pocket.

Tia winked when I backed out of the room.

My pace quickened once I hit the stairs, the fear of hearing the thump of big dog feet making me move faster. Once again my aunt had understood how I’d felt without my saying a word. Something else I’d miss. A lot.

Our bags packed and set by the door, Carm mad at me, and my aunt busy elsewhere left me with nothing to do but sit and think. Grabbing my cell phone, I punched in the number for my mom’s phone. It rang and rang and rang. I texted her, hoping she’d answer. Next, I Googled my mom’s friend, Grace Carlton, got her address, and punched in her number. No answer, either, and no way to message her.

Curious, I pulled out a Wisconsin road map I’d tossed one day in my drawer for some unknown reason. Getting myself comfy on the window seat, I unfolded the paper, and studied it, trying to see if I could find my way to Lake Geneva on my own. My finger slid along the criss-crossed lines and traced the highway. Then I got lost. Gulp. Wow, what would it be like driving if I couldn’t find my way before I even left my room?

I scanned the lines and names again. None of the roads sounded right. Nothing made sense.

Was it me, or was it my Z-infected memory? Good thing I’d done this now, I realized. I had a feeling things would change soon, and fast, whether we were ready or not.

To be honest, I’d only been in the resort area a few times before and then as a back seat passenger so I hadn’t paid much attention to where we’d gone exactly. We drove up a couple times to check out the snow sculpting stopped by to see Mrs. Carlton.

She lived in a big, spooky old Victorian just on the edge of the resort town. My mom and I had stayed overnight there once with her and her daughter, Sam, whom I remembered for her funny skill at telling good ghost stories after the lights were out. Even if Sam was three years younger than me, I’d still liked her. I wondered what she was up to now, unwilling to

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