The Good Death Box Set: A Hard SciFi Science Fiction Series by Doug McGovern

Author:Doug McGovern [McGovern, Doug]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: McGovern Books
Published: 2016-10-23T06:00:00+00:00

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Chapter 19

“Easy, little missy. Your Uncle Taylor’s got you well looked after. Never mindin’ his stench.” Croc lit up a Camacho and blew the smoke in great puffs through what remained of his putrid nostrils.

Reilly sat up. Her hair was standing on all kinds of crazy ends, feeling the chill of their lingering death. Many eyes trained on her. Hollow eyes, yellowing from the natural decay that was only slowed by whatever early effort She-Hitler had made to suspend corruption that had failed so utterly. One of them was playing a rusted harmonica that slowly, surely fell silent.

“Okay, so I’m awake. Now it’s a party. You gonna pour some of that Scotch for me, skippy?” Reilly tossed her hair out of her face and barred her teeth at them. Taylor bowed over his flattop, cackling until his breathing machine began to skip. He had to pull it out to pick the flies from it and he dropped the guitar.

“Yo, Lord Vader! What you laughin’ at, huh?” Reilly hauled herself to her knees. The undead men slapped their knees, laughing, spilling liquor down their withered skin and leather jackets.

“I’m laughin’ at you, lil’ darlin’. Mm, you might be Leona’s daughter, but you’ve got my guts and Kiara’s mouth.” Taylor forced his breathing apparatus back to the base of his throat and smiled, showing a mouthful of brass-capped teeth.

“Okay, so you’re another psycho saying that I’m related to the She Hitler, yeah? Where’d that load of baloney come from anyway? You’ve been on the internet, huh? Look, don’t believe half that crap you read. Stupid frats type it up for course credit.” Reilly spat. Taylor nodded.

“Ah, so that’s how it is? I’ve been in the sandbox since long before the internet was as microwaveable as you say it is, kiddo.” Taylor tossed his long dark hair out of his eyes. His bright blue eyes glittered as he studied her. His death, darkened lips curled in a ghost of a smile and he nodded.

“I wouldn’t wish this rotting bootie crack of a family off on the Devil’s own child, alright? You’re my blood, though, kid. I can prove it to you.”

“Right? Okay, so prove it to me.” Reilly beat her fist against her open palm.

Taylor brandished a birth certificate.

“Reilly Riveaulx, born May 9th, 2006. Centralia, Pennsylvania. To Caroline Riveaulx and Alistair Buchanan. Now Caroline Riveaulx grew up to be Leona Kelley. I have photo ID of that too. Hell, I’ve got your dental records! I can show you anything you need to see, little miss. Go ahead, ask me how I did it after I’ve been chillin’ in the boneyard all these freaking years. Need you to register that we’re blood soon though, ‘cause we’ve got work to do.”

“Yeah?” Reilly bit her lip. All her life, she’d been dying to know who her family was. Now that she knew, she wanted to run in the opposite direction. But that wasn’t Reilly Linden (or Reilly Riveaulx as it turned out). Even at only eleven years old, the girl knew her core values.

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