The Last: A Zombie Novel by Grist Michael John

Author:Grist, Michael John [Grist, Michael John]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Zombie Apocalypse
Published: 2015-04-28T04:00:00+00:00

INTERLUDE 1

The street was quiet when Lara slipped out of the redbrick tenement in Mott Haven, two months earlier. It was just past dawn, a fresh spring morning in New York, and the wet dew-smell from the scrubby park across the road filled her nostrils.

She smiled at the memory of the night before. It had felt like falling into a movie, a cushiony velvet script that carried them along quickly, full of wit and promise. The sex that followed was like a bomb going off. Her whole body tingled in ways it never had before.

She shivered, walking down the street. Willis Street, she saw. She knew roughly where that was, though she'd rarely ventured into the Bronx. Her parents would disapprove. She chuckled and ran her tongue around her fuzzy teeth.

Wine-mouth. She was probably still a little drunk. She felt like simultaneously shouting out and giggling.

"It was so weird!" she expected to tell Alejandro in their shared apartment in Queens later on. "He rolled out this ancient pick-up move, reading my palm for color, and I was ready to get up and walk out, but I don't know. There was something magnetic about him."

"So you screwed him," Alejandro would say, poking her in the belly with a banana. "All the best magnets screw each other."

She'd laugh and he'd tease and they'd relive the whole delicious, bizarre thing together.

She chewed on a bit of her dark hair pensively. It was a good note she left. Good to keep the mystery.

At the bodega she turned the corner and started south. There had to be a Metro line somewhere along here, or a bus stop, probably the 25 would take her at least to the bridge to Queens.

She brought up her phone and clicked through a few text messages. There was one from Alejandro, time-stamped around midnight, just after she'd sent him a frenzied misspelled message that she wasn't coming home.

Look out, y'all!

was all it said. He was trying it out as his catchphrase. She slid it by and brought up her email, full of the usual garbage; junk mail, notices from the Sir Clowdesley Jeo list, and something from her mother.

We love you dear. Come home if you can.

That was strange. She clicked to bring up the number and called. The phone on the other end rang and rang but no one picked up. They were probably asleep, especially if they'd been up at, what? Lara laughed. The time-stamp on that message was 2am. She imagined her white-haired old French mother fussing up in the middle of the night to go to the toilet, then settling in for some ancient black and white movie on TV, probably with a glass of warm milk and cognac.

Lara looked up from the phone at the intersection, and saw a bloody torso and head crawling toward her. Beside it lay a smoking upturned car chassis, and between the two lay a trail of bloody organs, linking them together like yoyo string.

Her brain melted for a few seconds.

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