Nick Pawluk by The Adventures of Holly Weird Zombie Slayer

Author:The Adventures of Holly Weird, Zombie Slayer
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2012-06-01T13:08:54+00:00

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“Go already,” I hiss, standing on top of a

sink and staring out a thin, grimy window at the still deserted

gravesite of Grinder and Stain. “It’s not like you’ve got anything

I haven’t seen before.”

“Yeah but…” Percy wavers, one foot in the

nearest stall, one foot out. “It’s the ladies room.”

I roll my eyes and turn back away as he

finally relieves his bladder in a symphony of disgusting male

noises that don’t end until he flushes some two minutes later.

(God, how I so do NOT miss dating!)

When he’s through, and I’m thoroughly

grossed out, he joins me, feet in the other sink.

He opens his mouth to say something when I

shush him.

I hear crinkling, in the woods surrounding

the perviest playground on earth.

Suddenly Percy hears it, too, and leans in

close to his own grimy window for a better look.

From the brush emerge five Zannibals, two

on lookout, three with shovels hoisted over their bony

shoulders.

“Told you,” Percy whispers, but then says

no more.

We watch as the Zannibals spread out,

looking high and low for me, or Percy, or perhaps just some random

homeless kid too strung out or hungry to run.

When they’ve sniffed around long enough –

thank god this bathroom smells like the bowels of hell to begin

with and they can’t get a good whiff of Percy’s pumping blood – the

three Zannibals begin digging up their long lost friends.

“How can we not have killed this witch by

now?” asks one of the lookouts, pacing restlessly in his black

cargo pants and matching hoodie.

Several of them grunt, and if I still had

hackles they’d be raised by now.

“She still blames us for killing her stupid

mother,” cackles another, tossing a spade full of dirt over his

black-clad shoulder.

“One of us should tell Frost,” grunts one

more, shovel resting in the dark, loamy soil. “He’s gonna be ticked

when he hears what happened to Grinder and Stain.”

“You tell him if you’re so brave. You want

him to think some chick’s been wiping us out one by one all

year?”

Percy snickers quietly, shifting his big

green eyes my way. “That’s you they’re talking about,” he says so

quietly even I can barely hear him.

At last the Zannibals have dug up their

friends, bagged them in giant canvas sacks and begin carting them

away.

I tap Percy on the shoulder and have him

follow me back down onto the tiled bathroom floor.

“You go back to Stained and spend the night

with my Dad if you’re not feeling great about the shelter,” I say

urgently, inching toward the door.

“What about you?” he asks, face concerned

and gaunt.

“I want to see where they’re going. See

what my old friend Frost is up to. Now; go, I don’t have time to

argue.”

He scuffs his feet on the damp bathroom

floor but I’m already off and away, clutching Bliss in my left hand

and grateful I’d worn my sneakers for my “rounds” visiting the

Orphans today.

The Zannibals make a lot of noise

disappearing through the underbrush, and are slow enough for me to

catch up without much trouble.

I hang back far enough to make sure that

all five are clustered together, weighed down by their canvas bags,

and that none have slipped behind me for a tidy ambush.

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