The Dead (a Lot) Trilogy (Book 2): Wicked Dead by Odentz Howard

Author:Odentz, Howard [Odentz, Howard]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Zombie Apocalypse
ISBN: 9781611947335
Publisher: BelleBooks Inc.
Published: 2016-10-15T04:00:00+00:00

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TECHNICALLY, ONCE the clock dipped past midnight, it was one week ago today that Necropoxy hit. One week—it sounded like nothing, but it wasn’t. One week was seven days, or one hundred and sixty-eight hours, or ten thousand and eighty minutes, or six hundred and four thousand, eight hundred seconds.

In the space of only one of those seconds, someone could die. It only took one wrong move or one little slip for a poxer to sink its teeth into you and turn you into a monster. Except for me and Trina, that is. Except for us.

For some bizarre reason, I was really, really mad that I never got a chance to see the series finale of my favorite TV show. They were going to reveal everything about its incredibly bizarre plot that made no sense unless time travel or alternate dimensions were thrown into the mix. The thing is, the producers promised they weren’t going to use either of those.

I’ll never know for sure, but I’m positive they lied—just like grown-ups lie about the existence of monsters, or Santa Clause, or the Easter Bunny. I’m sorry, but if a six-foot-tall, pink bunny rabbit came hopping toward me carrying a basket filled with eggs, I think I would seriously flip. That goes for leprechauns, flying reindeer, and talking snowmen, too. Creepy, creepy—that’s all I’ve got to say. Creepy, creepy.

The inside of Swifty’s was lit by candlelight and oil lamps. They burned in the gloomy candy area where all the sick people were laid out on quilts. Someone, probably Prianka, had the bright idea to cover all the windows with quilts, too, so from the outside we looked like a dark building. Still, a thin trail of smoke drifted into the sky from the wood-burning fireplace. I wondered if it could be seen at night—then I totally freaked myself out when I realized that night vision goggles were something you could get at any sporting-goods store these days. What if the helicopter people had a pair of those? What if they were watching us right now?

We couldn’t stay here past morning—I knew that for sure—but how could we possibly leave with the adults like this?

When I walked in, Aunt Ella was dabbing Freaky Big Bird’s face with a damp paper towel and sucking on an oversized lollypop—you know, the rainbow colored ones that are the size of a plate? The whole image was just a little twisted, so I decided to blot it out of my head. Someday, if I ever live that long, I’m sure I’ll have a weird dream about my aunt chowing down on a giant lollypop. Weird images like that always come back to haunt you.

Aunt Ella smiled when she saw me and gave me a hug. It felt sort of stiff because she was never the touchy-feely type, but I found myself hugging her back. It felt good to be home, even if home was a cheap tourist trap in the middle of nowhere.

“What’s with the candy?” I asked her.

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