White Trash Zombie Apocalypse by Diana Rowland

Author:Diana Rowland
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Fiction, Fantasy, General, Urban
ISBN: 9781101635605
Publisher: DAW
Published: 2013-07-02T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter 15

Brian walked me around the corner and down a hallway. “Remember, she’s good at what she does,” he told me. “She’s, ah, easy to open up to.”

“Yeah, I’ve noticed that,” I remarked as he stopped before a windowless door.

“Here’s her room,” he said. He punched a key code into the obviously locked door. “I’ll be monitoring.”

I took a deep breath, then entered and closed the door behind me. Heather sat propped in a hospital bed with a rolling table in front of her, pencil in hand, drawing what looked like an intricate swirling abstract. Her left arm sported a bandage and sling to go along with her splint, and traces of bruising showed on her face. A pile of drawings lay on the table beside her hand along with more blank white paper. A dozen or so origami animals of various types clustered on a built-in counter to my right. A doorway led into a small bathroom. No frills and nothing dangerous. Pretty much a secure hospital room.

“Hey, chick,” I said with a bright smile. “You look better than the last time I saw you.”

Heather set the pencil down and hurriedly shoved her drawing under the others, then stacked the rest of the blank paper on top of them. I let my gaze linger on the drawings and origami. She’d been busy. Or incredibly bored.

She pushed up from the pillows, wincing faintly as if the movement tweaked an existing headache. “Did I look that bad?” she asked, still managing a broad smile for me. “I thought it had a street savvy flair about it.”

“Right, more like road kill flair,” I said with a snort. “Though I don’t have much room to talk.”

“Nope you had me beat, I think.” She let out a low chuckle. “The hanging jaw, the bullet holes. I was definitely outclassed.”

“I’ve had too much practice,” I said as I leaned up against the counter next to the origami. “You’ve been busy.” I picked up a little unicorn and peered at the little twisted horn.

She glanced at the animals, then the pile of papers beside her. “Yeah. Otherwise, I’d go stir crazy,”

I set the unicorn next to a paper praying mantis, resisted the urge to play with them and make it look as if the mantis was eating the unicorn. “This is really cool,” I said. “About all I can do is an origami baseball.”

She smiled, obviously well aware that an origami baseball was nothing more than a wadded up piece of paper. “Paper and pencil were all I could wheedle out of Jacques. And I think I’m still in deep debt for the sharpener.”

“You must have done the dragon that’s sitting on his computer then, right?” I asked.

Her smile widened with a touched of pleased surprise. “It’s on his computer?”

“Perched right on his monitor,” I replied.

“Nice,” she said, for a brief instant looking relaxed and happy. “Thanks for telling me that.”

I lifted my chin toward the pile of papers by her hand, “Whatcha drawing?” She didn’t

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