We dont. The suits protect us from being bitten, but they also prevent us from killing. As for that first thing you asked
He cranked up the music.
Message received. A short while later, he pulled the Jeep off the road and I thought he would stop. But, no. He veered into the forest, following no discernible path. My heart started thumping wildly, as if the stupid organ wanted to run away. Cole knew where he was going, though, and never hit anything he shouldnt. Finally he parked in front of a secluded log cabin, the car lights chasing away the shadows.
There were two other cars parked there, both SUVs. The cabin had two windows covered by thick, dark curtains with cracks in the center of each. Peepholes, some part of me guessed.
He removed the key from the ignition, and the music stopped.
What is this place, and why are we here? If he claimed we were outside of town and he planned to murder me because I now knew too much, I think Id be fine with that, as long as I never had to be in close contact with those monstersor whatever they wereagain.
Youre here because you cant go home like that, Cole said, motioning to my clothing with a tilt of his chin. You need to shower and change, and your injuries should be cleaned.
I gave myself a once-over and grimaced. He was right about my need for a shower. My clothes were dirty and torn, with some kind of black goo caked on several sections. I had scrapes and bruises on my legs, and my knuckles were the size of golf balls.
This is our getaway home, where we go when we need to relax.
No need to ask who we were. His friends. So its not your home home?
Nope. Thats closer to the school. We like this place because its far more private and monitored twenty-five/eight. Theres nothing here that I dont want to be here, which makes it the safest place for you.
The idea of a safe place really intrigued me. At the moment, I had so much acid churning in my stomach I needed to throw up before I became completely toxic. Or maybe that would make me into a new superhero, like Peter Parker and the radioactive spider. Only Id be Vomit Girl, capable of grossing everyone out.
I told you, Im not going home tonight. I was supposed to stay the night with Kat, I muttered. Can I stay the night here, and if yes no reason to presume will you take me home in the morning?
Yes. To both.
Okay. That had been easier than expected. Thank you. Permission granted from his end, I pulled my cell from my boot to text Kat. Im going to tell her that you and I hooked up. I simply wouldnt mention that the hookup had happened over monster bodies. Is that okay?
Yeah. Thats fine. Smart. If she comes to me for details, and she will, Ill tell her to talk to you, so give her whatever kind of story you think will satisfy her.
Thanks. Where does she think we all went, anyway?
No telling. Two of my boys would have told all four girls they were no longer wanted at the club and would have driven them to Reeves. Those same boys will keep guard at Reeves, in secret, for the rest of the night.
Thats good. One less worry. Okay, here goes. Took me nearly ten minutes to get my text rightW/Cole. Im sorry 4 bailing! Dont be mad, but Im spending night w/him. Dont call my grandsbut I finally pressed Send.
Even though I knew nothing would be happening between Cole and meI wouldnt let it, and from the sound of it, he wasnt going to tryI felt as though Id just placed a giant Tramp Stamp on my forehead.
Two seconds later her reply came in: Rock on, dirty girl! Give me deets 2morrow. PS: If U C Frosty, tell him I hate him!
Such easy acceptance from her caused guilt to gnaw at me. She had only ever been nice to me, had accepted me from day one. I owed her so mucheven the truth, no matter what I suspected her reaction would be.
You did the right thing, Cole said, probably sensing my regret.
I stuffed the phone in my pocket and gripped my knees. I know. That didnt make me feel any better.
He reached over and pried my fingers loose. He brought my injured knuckles to his lips and kissed them. Dont worry. Youre part of my world now. Ill teach you how to survive it.
Part of his world. What, exactly, did that mean? The first thing I want to know is what those things are. Ive asked twice, but you havent said. So tell me. Teach me. What did we just fight?
Only a single beat of silence this time. Then he uttered one word. Just one. But that one word forever changed my life, as feared. Zombies.
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Zombies. The ominous word played through my head over and over again as I stood under the hot, streaming water in the shower stall. The blood and black goo had been lathered away and were now blending together and swirling around the drain. Every muscle I possessed ached. And now that my adrenaline had completely crashed, my bones felt liquefied.
Only sheer grit kept me on my feet. I needed more information.
Zombies. What were they, exactly?
Oh, I knew what books and movies claimed. They were the living dead, they were mindless and they craved human flesh. ButI now knew they werent human. They werent tangible to human touch. They were spiritsas I was a spirit.
In fact, how were spirits of such malevolence created?
Was I truly safe here? Could zombies slink through the bathroom walls at any moment and attack me? I mean, how hard would it have been to follow a dirty Jeep with two delicious snackpacks inside? I think I could follow a Hostess truck in my sleep.
Before panic could have another go at me, I reminded myself that the zombies had approached my grandparents home time and time again, yet theyd never come insidewhich brought up another question. Could they not enter a persons home? After all, theyd never entered my old house, either. Had they tried, the entire street would have heard the gunfire my dad unleashed.
What was Coles part in this? He and his friends fought the zombies, I knew that. But what else? They were so knowledgeable, they had to do more.
A knock at the door disrupted my line of thought. Ali? You good?
Coles deep voice had me shivering. Yes. Hed saved my life tonight. Without him, I would have become zombie food.
Hurry up, all right? You werent very steady on your feet, and if you pass out, I will bust in and play doctor.
And he would find me naked. Immediately I shut off the water and toweled off. A white tank top and a pair of pink sweatpants rested on the toilet lid. How the heckI searched the entire bathroom, which wasnt hard to do, considering it was a small space with only a toilet, sink and shower. Those clothes hadnt been there when Id stripped.
Gritting my teeth, I checked the lock I had engaged the very moment Id stepped inside. The knob stuck.
Sosomeone had broken into the bathroom, given me the clothes, then relocked the knob. Not a lot of thought was needed to piece together that particular mystery. Cole was the culprit, who else? And didnt that just figure. He carried an arsenal on his body at all times, hung out at clubs meant for adults, and fought monsters on a nightly basis. Of course he could pick a lock.
I dressed, dried my hair as best I could and gave my reflection a quick inspection. All I could do was grimace. As pale as I usually was, I was now pallid. There were shadows under my eyeseyes that were bigger than usual, with bruises circling underneath. I had road rash on the side of my jaw from when the zombies had pushed me onto the concrete.
While I would have loved a thousand pounds of makeup, a blow dryer and a straightening iron, plus professional stylists to ensure I used the tools wisely, I finally left the relative safety of the bathroom. A cloud of soap-scented steam followed me into the bedroom Id been given. Small but comfortable, with clean blue sheets, lots of pillows and a
Who cared about the room? Cole stood a few feet away from me, his arms crossed over his chest. Clearly hed showered, too, because his hair was damp and slicked back from his face. Hed ditched his T-shirt and wore only a clean pair of jeans. Even his feet were bare. But his feet werent what I found myself staring at.
His chest was bronzed to perfection, ripped with muscleand covered in crisscrossing scars. Some looked like teeth marks, some like claw marks.
He had a myriad of beautiful tattoos, a few designs but mostly words that were scripted just below each of his collarbones. On both of his arms was a grim reapers scythe. Each staff began at his wrists and stretched all the way up, with the hooks ending on his chest, just over the names. There was a trail of dark hair that led from his navel to below the waist of those low-hanging jeans.
Should I pull on a shirt? he asked with a hint of amusement.
I will not blush. No. Hed be doing the world a favor if he never wore a shirt again, but I wasnt going to tell him that part. Youre fine.
Im glad you think so.
Okay, so I blushed. I didnt meanthat was Oh, never mind! I was too frazzled to be witty.
He chuckled.
So what do the words mean? I asked.
Theyre names, he said, fingers brushing over the ink. Friends Ive lost in the fight against the zombies.
A way to honor them, I realized, and in that moment I knew I would one day have the names of my family tattooed somewhere on my body. My first day of school, Kat mentioned that two boys in your group died from some kind of disease last year. Did that have something to do with the zombies?
He nodded. They were bitten and couldnt fight the infection.
An ice-cold lump formed in my throat. I was bitten.
Yeah, but I administered the antidote in time, saving you from having to fight the toxin. You remember a sting in your neck, right after I found you, right? Youll be fine.
I did remember a sting. Gradually the lump melted and I warmed. Youre sure?
Positive.
Well all right, then.
Come on. He held out his hand. You want the rest of your questions answered, Im sure.
Overjoyed that that was still an option, I closed the distance and linked our fingers. The calluses on his palms comforted me, reminding me of his strength and his ability to take down anyone or thing that threatened us.
He led me into the living room, where Frosty, Mackenzie, Bronx and two people Id never met waited. They all stopped what they were doing and got real quiet the moment they spotted me. When their gazes moved to my hand, still joined with Coles, they donned rabid-mean expressions.
I tried to extract myself but Cole held tight. He lifted his chin in a sign of pure stubbornness, kinda reminding me of, well, me. You got something to say? he demanded of the group.
They sure did. A rapid-fire conversation ensued.
Frosty: She shouldnt be here.
Cole: Maybe not, but she is.
Unknown boy number two: We know nothing about her.
Id call him Spike. His dark brown hair stuck out all over his head, as if hed come into contact with a very mean light socket.
Cole: Well learn.
Mackenzie: Shes a liability. Shell tattle.
Cole: Please. I practically had to torture the information I do have from her.
Unknown boy number one: What about the mind-screw she was doing on you?
Id call him Turd. No explanation needed.
Cole: Apparently I was doing the same to her. We dont know whats causing those visions or why, but theyre happening to both of us.
Spike: And you trust everything she says?
Cole: Look, she stays and thats final.
Everyone else: grumbling and muttering.
I noticed Cole had ignored the question about trusting me. Thanks for the welcome, everyone, I said. Really. Means a lot to me.
That earned me several (more) glares. Cole squeezed my hand, but whether it was in comfort or in warning, I could only guessand I guessed warning. His friends were important to him, and he wouldnt want me to smart-aleck.
I once again tried to pull from his grip, and he once again held on with vise-tightness.
Try to get away now, he muttered. Dare you.
I wasnt trying to get away, I muttered back. I just wanted a free hand to slap you with.
He tried not to grin as he pointed out, You have a free hand.
Well, the urge to hurt you has passed.
Lucky me.
You have no idea.
Well, I just figured out the problem, Turd said drily.
The problem with me? Oh, that burned. This doesnt have to be about me, I said, doing my best to sound calm. Either you trust him or you dont. These people were his friends, but theyd put him in the leadership role. That meant his judgment ruled, and they could suck it. Besides, what is it, exactly, that you think Im going to do?
Tell people what we can do, Mackenzie said.
At the same time, Frosty said, Show the wrong people where we keep our weapons, and turn this into another JS situation.
JS?
Spike said, All that, plus shell get us into a whole lot of legal trouble.
That was followed by Shell make us look crazier than crazy and get us locked away for good. Which was followed by Turn us into a joke. And finally Mess up and bring a nest of zombies right to our door.
O-kay. Clearly nothing I said would soothe their doubts. No need to even try.
She can be trained, Cole announced. And really, shes a halfway decent fighter already. We can use her.
Halfway decent? Use? Nice. He knew how to make a girl feel special, didnt he? Soon Ill be even better. Youll see. I learn fast, and Im dedicated. Just give me a chance.
Uh, what had I just said? I wondered, shocked.
On the drive to the cabin, Id wanted to forever hide and never have to face the zombies again. But, as my shock began to thin, I realized Id meant what Id just said. Seeing these kids, knowing they made a difference and that I could make a difference, too, I wanted in. I owed it to my family.
Murmurs of doubt surfaced.
Youre not slayer material, Mackenzie said.
I am. Maybe. You just havent seen me in action. The entire group needed time to think about this, otherwise oneor allwould say something that could never be taken back. Same for me. I hurried to change the subject. Before I forget, Kat told me to tell you she hates you, I said to Frosty.