zombie super jock’s viselike grip was unshakable.
“Help! I can’t budge!” Madison screamed,
Zombie Greg wrenched his head back and swung his neck to one side. Rice flung himself at Greg and dropped his shoulder into the reanimated psycho-jock. But Rice was no match for the Gregster’s brute strength. Rice bounced off zombie Greg, who clamped his toothy mug onto the back of Madison’s leg and bit down hard.
“Ooowwwwwww!” she wailed, and dropped to the ground. Greg whipped his head from side to side like a dog playing tug on a chew toy. He snarled and chewed.
Zack reached the bloody fray and swung the bat hard, clocking zombie Greg in the temple. Bansal-Jones slumped to the ground. Too little, too late. Madison had been bitten, and the superb delight of clubbing Greg over the head was now only bittersweet. Madison sobbed in the dirt, her leg bearing a gnarly red gash. Rice was rubbing his head, dizzy from the spill.
“Come on, Rice,” Zack said. “Help me get her out of here.” They raised Madison, who wobbled on one good leg, stunned and shaking. She draped her arms around their shoulders, and they limped a safe distance before Madison collapsed. She sprawled out on the ground between them, her knee bent and her leg dripping blood.
“Dang, Madison, your leg looks raunchy!” said Rice.
“Don’t you have some bandages or something in that backpack of yours?” Zack asked.
“Maybe I do and maybe I don’t.”
“Well? Do you or don’t you?”
“Of course I do. But she’s just gonna turn into one of them, Zack! It’d be a waste of a good bandage…. Soon she’ll be the enemy. Remember Twinkles?”
Madison’s eyes shimmered with tears, but she bit her lip and breathed deeply, trying to accept the immense pain in her leg.
“Rice,” Zack said. “If you don’t start bandaging her leg in the next ten seconds, I’m gonna tell her your secret shame.”
“But you swore a blood oath that you would never tell another living soul.”
“According to you, she’s not a living soul. She might as well be a zombie, remember? Madison, would you like to know Rice’s secret…?”
“Fine, fine, fine,” Rice conceded.
“Zack,” Madison said, coughing pathetically as he wrapped her leg with gauze, “can you get my bag for me? I’m so parched, I just want a sip of something.”
“Sure,” Zack said.
He ran over to the unfinished hole he’d begun tocarve out for Twinkles. He picked up the purse, forgetting its contents, and strained with the unexpected weight of it. He pulled out the crowbar and tossed it on the ground. He reached back in the bag and felt Twinkles’s rigid body, sopping wet with VitalVeganPowerPunch. Zack pulled out the soaked puppy and laid it on its side next to the half-dug grave. Twinkles’s fur was stained pink from the fruity beverage, which had leaked all over the inside of Madison’s purse.
Zack brought the bag over to Madison, who poked her bandage and winced in pain. He handed her the half-empty bottle.
“There’s no use denying it,” she said. “If it weren’t for that dog, I’d never have been bitten in the first place. Now I’m gonna turn into a zombie just like everyone else. I’ll be ugly and hideous and stinky.” She took a sip of the lukewarm drink.
“Okay, I hate to say this, but since you’re going to change into a zombie, we’d better tie you up so we don’t have to worry when you come back to life,” Rice announced matter-of-factly.
“Can’t we just wait until she passes out?” Zack asked.
“No, Zack, he’s right,” Madison said. “It’s the smart thing to do. I don’t want to bite one of you guys and infect you, too.”
Once again, Madison went into her handbag and pulled out the infamous duct tape. “This will work,” she said. “We already tested it on Zack.”
“Ha-ha. Real funny.” Zack snorted sarcastically.
Rice stretched out the tape and bound Madison’s ankles together. Having finished the feet, he looked
“Help! I can’t budge!” Madison screamed,
Zombie Greg wrenched his head back and swung his neck to one side. Rice flung himself at Greg and dropped his shoulder into the reanimated psycho-jock. But Rice was no match for the Gregster’s brute strength. Rice bounced off zombie Greg, who clamped his toothy mug onto the back of Madison’s leg and bit down hard.
“Ooowwwwwww!” she wailed, and dropped to the ground. Greg whipped his head from side to side like a dog playing tug on a chew toy. He snarled and chewed.
Zack reached the bloody fray and swung the bat hard, clocking zombie Greg in the temple. Bansal-Jones slumped to the ground. Too little, too late. Madison had been bitten, and the superb delight of clubbing Greg over the head was now only bittersweet. Madison sobbed in the dirt, her leg bearing a gnarly red gash. Rice was rubbing his head, dizzy from the spill.
“Come on, Rice,” Zack said. “Help me get her out of here.” They raised Madison, who wobbled on one good leg, stunned and shaking. She draped her arms around their shoulders, and they limped a safe distance before Madison collapsed. She sprawled out on the ground between them, her knee bent and her leg dripping blood.
“Dang, Madison, your leg looks raunchy!” said Rice.
“Don’t you have some bandages or something in that backpack of yours?” Zack asked.
“Maybe I do and maybe I don’t.”
“Well? Do you or don’t you?”
“Of course I do. But she’s just gonna turn into one of them, Zack! It’d be a waste of a good bandage…. Soon she’ll be the enemy. Remember Twinkles?”
Madison’s eyes shimmered with tears, but she bit her lip and breathed deeply, trying to accept the immense pain in her leg.
“Rice,” Zack said. “If you don’t start bandaging her leg in the next ten seconds, I’m gonna tell her your secret shame.”
“But you swore a blood oath that you would never tell another living soul.”
“According to you, she’s not a living soul. She might as well be a zombie, remember? Madison, would you like to know Rice’s secret…?”
“Fine, fine, fine,” Rice conceded.
“Zack,” Madison said, coughing pathetically as he wrapped her leg with gauze, “can you get my bag for me? I’m so parched, I just want a sip of something.”
“Sure,” Zack said.
He ran over to the unfinished hole he’d begun tocarve out for Twinkles. He picked up the purse, forgetting its contents, and strained with the unexpected weight of it. He pulled out the crowbar and tossed it on the ground. He reached back in the bag and felt Twinkles’s rigid body, sopping wet with VitalVeganPowerPunch. Zack pulled out the soaked puppy and laid it on its side next to the half-dug grave. Twinkles’s fur was stained pink from the fruity beverage, which had leaked all over the inside of Madison’s purse.
Zack brought the bag over to Madison, who poked her bandage and winced in pain. He handed her the half-empty bottle.
“There’s no use denying it,” she said. “If it weren’t for that dog, I’d never have been bitten in the first place. Now I’m gonna turn into a zombie just like everyone else. I’ll be ugly and hideous and stinky.” She took a sip of the lukewarm drink.
“Okay, I hate to say this, but since you’re going to change into a zombie, we’d better tie you up so we don’t have to worry when you come back to life,” Rice announced matter-of-factly.
“Can’t we just wait until she passes out?” Zack asked.
“No, Zack, he’s right,” Madison said. “It’s the smart thing to do. I don’t want to bite one of you guys and infect you, too.”
Once again, Madison went into her handbag and pulled out the infamous duct tape. “This will work,” she said. “We already tested it on Zack.”
“Ha-ha. Real funny.” Zack snorted sarcastically.
Rice stretched out the tape and bound Madison’s ankles together. Having finished the feet, he looked
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