Deathly Magic by Kessler A.L

Author:Kessler, A.L. [Kessler, A.L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-02-14T18:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHT

Simon insisted on walking me to the door. He had moaned and groaned about how I looked pale and I was tense the whole car ride. I allowed him to walk me to the door to make his manly pride feel better. I stepped up the two steps that led to my door and saw the doorjamb was splintered. I had a protection spell on the house, but it only warded against spells and hexes. No one is stupid enough to break into a witch's house and those who do normally just want to speak with me. I thought about Merick from the Cult and wondered if it was him.

No, he was too sophisticated to just break my door. I unholstered my gun and Simon stepped back, giving me space. I nudged the door open with my toe. There was nothing in my immediate sight. I listened and didn't hear anything, and stepped in. Simon put a hand on my shoulder.

He pointed to his ear and then to the left, where the bedrooms were. He heard something I didn't. I nodded and swept the room with my gaze then went to the left. I could hear Osiris hissing and something else growling somewhere in the house. I now heard what Simon did. There were gurgles and growling noises that made no sense. I nudged the bedroom door open. Someone was standing against and trying to climb the wall. Skin dangled off the boney arms that reached up towards a floating shelf above my bed. Nails scratched at the walls while Osiris growled and hissed down at the person. Thin hair clung to the scalp in patches, the places that didn’t have hair were missing skin. The clothing clung to the skeleton and was covered in dirt.

No, not person. Zombie. There was only one way to make sure a zombie died and that was to either destroy the person who created it, or make sure the body was burnt to a crisp. Both were not an option at the moment. It turned towards me. Dead eyes rolled around in sunken sockets as it shambled towards me.

"What do we do?" Simon asked.

I didn't quite have a plan, but we needed to get it out of my house so that I could set it on fire. Hopefully without catching the whole neighborhood ablaze.

"I'll distract it, you go find something to set it on fire." I started to back up. Zombies didn’t move fast and since they were animated by magic they didn’t have the same logic as a living person. The problem was that the magic made them very determined murderers.

"Really, on fire, Abby?" I heard him retreating behind me.

"Yes, make a Molotov cocktail for all I care. Just make it happen." I backed out of the room and then ran towards the exit of the house. The zombie almost caught up to me, which made me wonder if the magic animating it was stronger than what I’d read about with zombies, or if I was moving a lot slower than I wanted to admit.

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