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Just when you think you're out...it's the morning after the night of the return of the living dead. Or something like that. After running/bus-driving/snowboarding for her life alongside rebel Smitty, geeky Pete, and popular Alice, Bobby thought she'd found the antidote to the Carrot Man Veggie Juice that had turned the rest of their classmates into zombies. When Smitty (mmm...nom, nom) got chomped, Bobby pumped a syringe full of it into him herself.
But now Bobby's a prisoner in some hospital of horrors, with no clue how she got there. And Smitty is missing. What if he isn't cured after all? Bobby knows she's got to find him, even if it means facing Scotland's hungry hordes -- plus Alice's buckets of snark -- again. And this time, zombies aren't the only evil stressing her out. The brain-dead are bad enough, but how can Bobby stop the big pharma business behind the epidemic? Especially when her own mom works for the company?
about that guy in the stairwell?” I say. “Long hair and military doesn’t add up, we know — but if he’s Xanthro, then he’s free to rock the ponytail.” I hike a thumb in the direction of the door. “Biggest clue of all. They’re shooting at us. That’s a clue right there, with your name on it. I refuse to believe that the army would fire on uninfected kids.” Pete nods. “I certainly hope not.” “Maybe this is an army hospital, but there must be a Xanthro presence here.” I point to my phone, which Pete
will only keep them away for so long.” “Get in,” Pete says. “I can’t see them. Can they see us?” I look up as I climb into the backseat beside Russ. “They may have infrared,” he says. “Go, Pete!” He opens the window and sticks his head out to listen as Pete takes off as fast as anyone can in thick fog. “I can’t believe you lost my skirt,” Alice gripes from the front seat. “Yeah, because that’s what matters, Malice.” I delve into the back and retrieve my longed-for boots. “Shh!” Russ hisses
them, plus the girl and the little boy, and I can’t take them all. Smitty, Russ, and Pete are running back to me, but they’re going to be too late. The girl has already started the Jeep, and the kids are piling in. Doors slam, and I jump out of the way of the Jeep as it turns with a screech. “We’re survivors like you,” yells Pete at them. “We’re all in the same boat.” The girl lowers her window and shakes her head. “Ner, we’re not in the same boat. We’re in the car, and you are walking.” With
and reveal my father, jammin’ with Elvis and Michael Jackson. “Smitty,” my mother says, “this is Dr. Martha Wagner. No doubt the others told you that she was looking after them at the hospital?” Smitty nods. “They did mention her, yeah.” My mother gives him her warmest smile. “This is her facility. She is kindly hosting us here for … the duration.” It’s Martha’s turn to beam at us. “I’m glad to have you all. Anna was my student back in her Cambridge days, and we have worked together for many
chokes me up a little. I go to press the OFF button, but before I do, I see there’s an icon in the corner of the screen that I don’t recognize. Was that there before? It’s a little book. I think it’s telling me I have numbers stored, or something. Why is that bugging me? “What is it?” Alice says. “Nothing.” “Not nothing. Your crazy’s showing. What’s eating you?” I shake my head, knowing how lame this is going to sound. “I’m Bobby-no-Buddies, remember? But the phone’s telling me I’ve got