The Undead Age Origin Stories by A.M. Geever

The Undead Age Origin Stories by A.M. Geever

Author:A.M. Geever
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: A.M. Geever


Miranda Tucci

Friday, September 18, 2026 - Santa Clara, California

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“Miranda?”

Sam crouched beside where she huddled in the corner. From the way he looked at her, Miranda realized this wasn’t his first attempt to get her attention.

“Is it time?” she asked. Fear made her voice, her whole body, shake.

“Almost.”

She took the hand Sam offered and let him pull her to her feet. She could hear the things in the corridor, moaning and scraping, snuffling and shuffling. They had been her friends, her classmates, her roommate, a few days ago. She didn’t know what they were now.

It never stopped, the moaning and scraping and shuffling, a twenty-four hour a day soundtrack. She wanted to scream so she didn’t have to hear it for a few seconds. She turned toward the hole in the wall to the adjacent dorm room just as her best friend Karen scrambled through it.

“We’re ready,” Karen said to Sam. She didn’t acknowledge Miranda.

“I don’t think I can do it,” Miranda said to Sam, her voice small and unfamiliar. “I don’t think I can go out there.”

Chalky dust from the smashed drywall dusted Karen’s chestnut brown skin. As her eyes narrowed and her face contorted, she looked like a vengeful spirit. Miranda braced herself for the verbal barrage sure to follow but Sam cut Karen off with a gesture.

“You can, Miri,” he said, still holding her hand in his. He talked to her like she had seen him talk to his three-year-old nephew. “It’s simple. There are holes in the walls between this and the next few rooms. Jill’s waiting in the farthest room from here, and I’m going to help her open that door. But it won’t open the whole way, so we have time to get to the next room. Karen will help push the desk and chairs into place once we’re through.”

“A bunch of furniture won’t stop them,” Miranda protested.

“It’s not supposed to. We want them to get through, we just need to slow them down a little. By the time we get back here they’ll still be stuck in the first room but they’ll keep following through the holes in the walls. That will clear out the hallway enough so we can reach the stairwell and the roof.”

“There are people across the courtyard in Benson Center, Miranda. If we can get to the roof they’ll figure out a way to help us,” Karen chimed in. For once she didn’t sound angry, but her forbearance felt forced.

“How long will we be up there?” Miranda said.

Sam shifted closer to her. The shiny silver of his badge glinted where it caught the light, made brilliant by the black shirt of his uniform. “I don’t know, but it will be okay. Maybe there’s a way to get to a fire escape—”

Miranda gasped. A cold sweat slicked her body. “But they’re everywhere on the ground! We can’t go down there, Sam, we—”

Sam put his first two fingers over her lips. “We’ll think of something, okay? But we cannot stay here, Miri.



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