Zombie High Chronicles (Book 1) by Miles Amy

Author:Miles, Amy [Miles, Amy]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Zombies
Publisher: Amy Miles Books
Published: 2016-06-19T04:00:00+00:00

8

WE’RE TAKING BACK ZOMBIE HIGH!

I’d be lying if I said that my mom’s parting words didn’t send icy fingers of dread trailing down my spine. Shoot on sight? She can't really mean that. There is no way she would give me permission to slaughter innocent people, but then again...maybe she knows something that I don't. What if whatever it is that I'm supposed to shoot is no longer really a person?

A sick feeling swells in my stomach and I double over, sucking in great bit breaths to ease the churning in my stomach.

“Hey, are you ok?” I blink and realize that Darby is staring right at me.

How long has she been watching me? Did she overhear the conversation I just had with my mom? Judging by the fact that she's not hyperventilating I think it's safe to assume she didn't.

“Yeah,” I clear my throat and push up to my feet, wavering unsteadily for a second before reestablishing my usual stance, “I don't really like the sight of blood.”

She shoots me a “you’re kidding, right” look and I shrug. She can think I'm a pansy if she wants. It's no skin off my back.

Vaughn is chatting up a nurse at least twenty years his senior when I arrive back at my cot. Tyrel has his arm bent at the elbow holding his bandage in place to stop the bleeding. Isa’s usual mocha skin has adopted a slightly lighter hue as she lies on her bed and a nurse works to slip the tip of a needle into her vein. I watch Tyrel holding her hand, clenching tight when she whimpers in fear and look away.

Living in this place with a genuine fear of needles must suck.

“Is she ok?” I ask.

Tyrel nods. “It happens every time. She prefers those butterfly needles but supplies are getting low and they gotta conserve those for the younger kids.”

Isa keeps her eyes closed even after the needle has been removed. I watch the whole process, swaying in place while I’m left alone to my thoughts and then sink down heavily onto my cot. All I keep thinking as I look around the room is why me.

“You look like a dead man walking,” Flynn says and I swing my head around to look at him. That was a mistake. My stomach rolls again and I clutch my belly. I gotta get a handle on this. So what if I have to take care of a few extra people? It’s not like I’m new to this gig of survival.

Ok, maybe this is a bit different.

The pressure of having so many lives placed in my hands is terrifying. I don’t want to care, I sure as heck don’t want to lead but so far no one seems to be willing to step up or look to anyone else. I’m it and that’s a scary realization as time grows short.

It’s do or die time. I only hope it’s not the latter.

Although I can see Flynn sitting nearby clearly, I feel like I'm stuck in a dream and everything is moving in slow motion.

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