Type 1 Undead (Disabled in the Age of Zombies Book 2) by A. H. Haga & Anniken Haga

Author:A. H. Haga & Anniken Haga [Haga, A. H.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Haga Books
Published: 2022-02-28T16:00:00+00:00

16

As I walked back to the house, I knew I wasn’t forgiven; I could still feel the nightmares in the back of my mind, like claws scratching at my sanity, and what lightness I might have felt dripped away with every raindrop until I could smell the sluggish blood of the dead as it soaked my tank top. And I felt their bodies pile up on top of mine, pushing the breath from my lungs.

New shivers ran through my body, and I squeezed my arms around me, trying to keep the memories at bay. I had survived the death of my family, and I had survived the pile of the dead. As long as I remembered that I wanted to live, I could survive anything. At least in theory.

Bex stood on the porch, fully dressed now and hands in her jeans pockets as she leaned against a pillar and watched me approach. When I stepped up onto the porch, she handed me a dry towel without saying a word, but I could see the worry and the compassion in her eyes, and I turned away from it. Some habits were harder to break than others, it seemed.

After drying off, I hung my clothes over the railing together with the now dry clothes from yesterday, dressed in my last set of clothes, and headed into the basement. But, first, I had to check my blood sugar and eat something, even if I wasn’t hungry.

Breakfast was a quiet affair. I could feel the tension of unspoken words in the air and wondered if they had been talking about me. If Patrick had shared what I told him the night before, or if Lyra had told the men about our conversation. I didn’t ask but ate my meager meal in the piece before sneaking off to check my sugar and set a dose of insulin for the morning.

Outside, the world had lightened up, but it was still raining. Despite that, I didn’t want us to stay here any longer. To my surprise, Patrick didn’t argue when I told them we should leave. Instead, he just shrugged and murmured something about finding a new place before dark.

We left the tent, sleeping bags, and mattresses behind and cleaned up as much as we could after ourselves, but we did steal the two umbrellas standing by the door. Lyra got one of them as a default, the other was given to me, but I didn’t open it, just swung it over my shoulder.

Before we left, Bex dragged a paint-can from the basement and painted the word ‘safe’ in big letters across the front door.

“We might not be the only survivors,” she said when she caught me looking.

I didn’t answer, and Lyra must have heard the doubt in my silence, for she said: “You thought you were the only one until you met us.”

I shrugged. “Can’t argue with that.”

The air turned hotter as the day dragged on, but the steady drizzle of rain kept us cool. I

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