Those dark eyes pinned me in place. Gone was the affable personality Id come to expect at school. What are you going to tell her about tonight?
Great. Id just opened a bag of vipers.
Shes not planning to tell Kat anything about the zombies, and thats all you need to know. Amid Frostys protests, Cole added, If it makes you feel any better, Ill take full responsibility for Ali. Now give us some space. I need to talk to her alone.
Alone? Dont be stupid, Mackenzie snapped.
Ignoring her, Cole tugged me through the group, forcing everyone to jump out of the way or be mowed down. At the couch, he positioned me where he wanted me. Gently, of course, but with enough force to ensure I wouldnt be going anywhere until he was ready for me to go.
He tugged the coffee table closer to me, then used it as a chair so that he was directly in front of me, caging my legs between his. That purple gaze bored into me. What do you want to know first?
I waited for a moment as Frosty and Mackenzie stomped to one of the back rooms together and Bronx and the other two boys marched outside. The door banged shut behind them.
Ill prove my worth, I told myself. They wont always feel this way about me.
Ali.
Questions. Right. Why cant anyone but us see the zombies? Why didnt the zombies see anyone but us? Thered been a lot of people coming and going in that parking lot, and yet, the zombies had wanted only Cole and me.
Exceptwait. Theyd seen my mother. Shed once told me that shed never seen them, only the end results of their evil, yet still theyd spotted her and dragged her out of our car.
Zombies are evil, Cole said. Flat-out, full-on evil. Theres no longer any goodness to them, and they want all goodness destroyed. I guess because its a reminder of what theyve lost.
My brow crinkled. So were good?
Well, were certainly capable of being good.
But I can think of a thousand different people gooder Please tell me I had not just said that I mean, a thousand different people better on the potential-for-goodness scale than us, yet were the ones they come after.
People like us, who can see them, are like magnets to them. They scent us, instinct kicks in, and they track us.
But they do go after regular people, I said.
Yes. They scent fear just as easily as they scent us, no matter who is feeling it. They sense other negative things, too, though not quite as potently as fear.
But fear isnt a good thing, and you said the zombies only want to destroy good things.
He shook his head, as though pitying me for my ignorance. They want to destroy good, but theyre attracted to bad. That doesnt mean they wont attack what attracts them. Make sense? More than that, the good are not always easy to destroy, as we proved tonight. How do you think the zombies maintain their strength in the meantime? By eating anyone they can, good or bad, seers or nonseers, slayers or nonslayers.
Every time he answered me, a new question popped up. But they cant get to our flesh, so what is it exactly that they eat?
They are spirits, and so they eat of the spirit. And then, whatever they do to the spirit manifests in the flesh, causing an infection to spread from there.
The bites Id endured began to ache all over again, as if to remind me they were there and Id come close to dying. Is that how other zombies are made? And where do they live? Why can they only come out at night?
He thought for a moment, then nodded as though hed just made a decision. Lets tackle this one part at a time. First question, first answer. Yes, thats how other zombies are made. The infection spreads faster in some, slower in others. Some people can fight that infection on their own and survive. Most die. If they die, their spirit will rise and night by night they will more fully embrace their new afterlife.
Nothing can be done to save them?
Not after a certain point, no.
But what about the antidote you mentioned? I said.
It wont do anything to a full-on zombie, but if its administered fast enough to a human spirit, the infection never has a chance to spread and it will die.
And youre sure it was administered to me in time?
Weve already gone over this.
And well probably have to go over it a bazillion more times! Deal with it.
He chuckled, the humor lighting his entire face. Near-death experiences make you cranky. Good to know.
Cole! Be serious.
Still smiling, he said, Yes. Im sure it was administered in time. I never do anything half-measure, and I never fail.
Yeah, I really had to get me some of that confidence. One by one I plucked my nails out of my thighs. Okay, so how does a natural medicine get into our spirits, where the infection starts?
Its not a natural medicine, its a spiritual medicine and it was administered to your spirit. Only after Id shot you up did I put you back into your body. And before you go on another question spree about what would happen if you were given the medicine after your spirit was put back into your body, let me just say that there is a way. Thats all you need to know right now.
Great, but I dont understand any of that.
He sighed. I told you that what manifests in your spirit will manifest in your body, right? Thats how your body ended up in this condition when it never actually threw or received a punch. Thats how what I injected into your spirit made it into your body.
Better. All right, so how was a spiritual medicine created? What was now running through my veins?
The only way I know to describe it is to say its a type of holy water. Like I said, it doesnt cure zombies, and it doesnt kill them, but it does hurt them. However, its too valuable to waste that way unless absolutely necessary.
Overwhelmed, I rubbed my arms. There was so much more to learn than Id ever realized. I mean, how could I have known being crazy would have been way easier?
He continued, Going back to the timing thing. A dose has to be administered to a spirit within the first hour of infection. We have vials and syringes in my Jeep, and I carry one in my pocket like an EpiPen. Youll need to do the same. Never leave home without it.
I wont, I vowed.
As for where they live, they create nests. They group together in caves, in basements, anywhere and everywhere away from the light. They sleep during the day, because their eyes and skin are too sensitive for the sun. Your spirit does better in the light, but you havent learned to hide yourself from prying eyes yet, so dont try it. Plus, your senses havent been trained.
Im not even sure how I did it tonight!
Well work on that, I promise.
That, and about a thousand other things I hoped. Right now I was seriously handicapped.
What was the first thing you noticed when you were in that form? he asked.
How cold I was, I said, even the memory making me shiver.
Exactly. Without the shield of our body, we experience extreme cold. Were more sensitive. Also, you must neverand I mean neverspeak while in that form, unless you want to have what you say.
Again I found myself mumbling, I dont understand.
Just like there are rules in this natural realm, there are rules in the spirit realm. Weve learned that whatever we speak while in spirit form happens, good or bad, as long as it doesnt violate someones free will and as long as we believe it. So, if you say something like, This zombie is killing me, and youre convinced that he is, in fact, killing you, he absolutely will succeed in killing you, and there will be nothing more you can do to stop him.
After everything Id seen, I shouldnt doubt him, but that was just a little too out there. So we just speak, and boom, it happens?
Yes. Sometimes it takes time, but yes. His hand tightened on my knee. Trust me on that until I can prove it, okay?
Rather than telling him hed have to do a lot to convince me, I nodded.
Good. Any other questions?
How cute. Of course I had more questions! How did you kill them? What was that light in your hand?
That was a purified fire. The zombies disintegrate when they come into prolonged contact with it.
Prolonged? Seemed to only take a few seconds.
You were out of it, so time wasnt registering properly. Thats why we do everything we can to disable the zombies first. The less they fight us, the easier it is to get our hands on their chests without having our wrists chewed.
A spark of excitement zinged just under my skin. Will I be able to produce that fire? The thought of wielding such a potent weapon against the zombiesoh, yeah! Ali liked.
With time you will. Now, Ill give you one more question, he said. I dont want to overwhelm you.
Too late. But I thought for a moment, trying to pick from an endless pit of potentials. Why dont the zombies enter our homes? Why do they only come out once every two weeks or so? Or, as with tonight, every few days?
Someone needs lessons in math, too. That was three questions.
I shrugged. I like to round up.
A laugh escaped him, far hardier than his chuckle, yet rough also, as if he hadnt experienced this much amusement in a long time. If youve still got a sense of humor I guess youre better off than I thought. This time he patted my knee in a sweet, brotherly gesture that kind of irritated me. They dont enter our homes because we create whats called a Blood Line.
And that is?
When we pour a specific mix of chemicals around the foundation of a home, the zombies cannot get in, no matter what they try.
Well, then. I want
The mixture has already been poured around your house.
When? The zombies had stayed outside my grandparents house all summer, before Id met Cole.
Since the day I met you.
See. The timing was offand I wasnt going to touch the realization that Cole had been looking out for me since day one. My dad had to have poured the mixture around my grandparents house during his high school days. But how had he known about it, whatever it was?
What? Cole asked.
Nothing, I replied, not yet ready to voice my thoughts.
He eyed me with suspicion, but let the subject drop. All right then, back to your barrage of questions. I think I have only one left. The zombies come out so infrequently because they need to rest and rebuild their energy. Also, it takes them a while to digest what they ate.
They digested goodness. What a lovely image.
Now I have a question for you. He waited until I nodded before he continued. Do you want to fight them? You made it sound like you did, but I have to be sure.
Yes, I do. Very much. The more I learned, the more sure I was.
Good. I want to get you on rotation as soon as possible. On any given night, some of us are patrolling the city, just in case they emerge. Some of us are training. Some of us are relaxing. On the nights they emerge, we all fight.
So organized. So precise. But I couldnt see my grandparents going for that.
The zombies are growing in number while we are dwindling, and we need all the help we can get.
You would trust me to help? None of his friends had, and hed avoided that question when theyd issued it.
Im willing to give you a chance.
Another avoidance. Whatever. I wanted this; Id take it. Ill find a way to make it work, I vowed.
If you have problems
Hed kick me out, whether he needed me or not. Well, time for a little reminder. In our visions, we saw ourselves kissing each other, and now we have. We saw ourselves fighting zombies together, and now we have. That has to mean something.
He severed contact and leaned as far away from me as he could get. Are you saying weve had glimpses of the future? Even though what we saw wasnt exactly what happened to us?
Why the distance? Why not? Stranger things have happened.
Violet eyes piercing me to my soul (or spirit), he said, I guess time will tell. Now, I think Ive given you enough to think about. Why dont you get some sleep and well reconvene in the morning.
* * *
Bad news: we werent able to reconvene in the morning because Cole had already taken off. No one would tell me why. Worse news: I got stuck with Frosty the Hater for my ride home and oh, baby, did he have a lot to gripe about.
The drive began in silence. I should have enjoyed that silence while I had the chance. Instead, I used the time to study the sky. I saw a long stretch of blue, a softly glowing sun, one cloud, shaped like a teapot, a second, shaped like a rocking chair, and a third, shaped like a
No. No, no, no. Not now. Not today. Not with Coles best friend and Kats on-again, off-again boyfriend. But there was no denying the truth. A fat white rabbit peered down at me.
Logic told me to remain calm, but fear said Frosty was about to crash and die. Drive slower! I shrieked. Inside, I began to pray. Dear heavenly Father, I know I havent always lived the best life.
Burst my eardrums why dont you? he grumbled.
And Im real sorry about that, Lord, I really am. Im serious. Slow down or Ill jump out. I swear Ill jump out. Save us today, and Ill do better.
Like Id care.
Then Ill talk nonstop until your ears try to detach just to escape the sound of my voice. And thats totally possible. My ears have tried it. Ill be forever grateful, Lord. No one will ever be as grateful as me. Amen.
Frosty tossed me a scowl that perfectly fit his name, but he also decelerated. There. Happy now?
Thank you, I said, though I failed to relax. But what do you know? We reached my house a short while later. Alive. Thank You, Lord. Thank You, thank You.
Parked down the street from my grandparents house, Frosty faced me. Cole says we cant yell at you, so I want you to note the calmness of my voice.
Are you kidding me?
I dont kid.
Words taken straight out of Coles mouth. And wow. I couldnt believe Cole had gone to so much trouble for me. Hed skipped out on me without a word, probably to avoid answering any more questions; like he really cared what happened to me. But I had to admit I was curious what he would do if his friends actually yelled at meand awed that his friends were that deferential to him.