Get Zombie: 8-Book Set by Hensley Raymund

Author:Hensley, Raymund [Hensley, Raymund]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2014-06-05T07:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER ONE

MY HEROES

FRAN MURUDA

The little punk wouldn't stop crying.

“Shut him up,” I told the mother, “or I'll stick this needle in his eye.”

She nodded and grabbed the boy and spanked him. She seemed to understand. I had to work. I had to shove that big needle into that dumb dog and fix him up. The kid didn't seem to get it. I put that needle into that dog's brain, and it barked and kicked and tried to F'ing bite me. The little boy grabbed his dog and ran off.

“Drap!” the mom said. “Drap! You come back here right this red hot minute!”

I threw my hands up.

“I can't work like this. I'm done!”

The mom begged me to reconsider, but I brushed her aside.

“Doesn't matter,” I said. “Your dumb dog is gonna die soon. Nothing I can do. Too many worms in his brain.”

I went home early. I had other things to take care of. My hobby waited. My passion.

Babiroin. My prized invention. The drug of the century!

I went to every street corner, every dark alley – traveled all over Oahu – selling the stuff. It was becoming quite popular. Word was spreading. First Hawaii, then the world.

The man on the phone sounded nervous. I was gentle with him.

“How much do you want?”

He thought about it.

“Just one heart for now. I want to sample it first.”

“The price is a thousand for one.”

“Hmm. That's a bit much.”

“How much you got? I'm sure we can work something out.”

He cleared his throat.

“How about we trade?”

“Depends what it is.”

“I provide a service,” he said. “It's very popular and very expensive, but for one of your hearts, I'll gladly make sure you get a session.”

I rolled my eyes.

“Look, if this is another pornography thing, I'm not interested. The last guy ripped me off. Left me tied to some motorized wheelchair. I ended up on the street, naked and humiliated.”

The man on the phone laughed.

“Oh, no, no. Nothing like that,” he said.

I was getting impatient.

“Well, what then? Spit it out, man. I have a lot to do today.”

“Have you ever wanted someone?”

I caught my breath.

“What was that?”

“Wanted someone you couldn't have.”

Jesus, what a fool.

“Right,” I said. “Haven't we all?”

“What if I said there was a way to make him fall in love with you. That I could guarantee it. What then?”

Something in my chest turned hot. I imagined Phil and I making love. I wanted him. Needed him and his money. Centuries ago, when I heard that he was marrying Carmen, I lost it and ran up to the roof of my apartment and jumped off. Sadly, I landed on a passing truck hauling manure, and suffered minor injuries. Carmen got all the good ones – all the rich ones. I had dream journals about Phil. I had dreams of swimming in his money, kissing his money, having sex with his money.

“I'd be very interested in this service,” I said. “How do I sign up?”

I could hear the man on the other end of the phone grin.

“Sunday. Come to church.

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