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shadow standing before us.
Hello, Sarah, David, he finally said as he leaned down so I could see his face. It was remarkably
smug. I do hope you ll forgive my boy for bringing you to me this way. But this has become our only
option, I m afraid.
Fuck you, Dave spat.
Kevin smiled slightly, though the slur made his eyes lose a bit of their pleasure. Apparently he still didn t
like the language, which made me want to sing any song I could think of from South Park if only to piss
him off. Robbie s Dad is a Bitch seemed like an appropriate alteration of one.
Let s all go inside, shall we? he said with a gesture toward the warehouse& like he was inviting us in
for fucking tea or something.
He pulled out a shotgun of his own (aw, matching father/son psychos, how cute) and motioned us out
of the car with the barrel. Since we were tied, exiting the SUV took some maneuvering, but we finally
managed to slowly move out of the back of the vehicle together. Back to back, we walked toward the
warehouse.
Dave was in the lead, facing forward. He never dragged me, in fact we were almost in perfect tandem.
Those facts made me feel more guilty than ever about not believing him& about taking the side of the
son of a bitch who walked behind us, that smug smile still trained on me as he cradled the shotgun in his
arms. How had I ever thought he was even remotely cute?
The Kid was in front, leading the way. I could hear the soft crunch of his boots on the gravel up ahead
of us and could only imagine that poor Dave was just keeping it together having to follow the little brat.
We should have just let the damn zombies eat him back when we first found him. But hindsight is
twenty-twenty, right?
Down the elevator we rode and let me tell you, that was an awkward ride. I m sure you know what I
mean. Haven t you ever gotten on an elevator with just a couple of people, maybe even one of whom you
know a little, but no one has anything to say? And it feels like it takes forever to get to your floor?
Yeah, it was just like that except with guns and bound hands. Oh and no elevator music, thank God.
Still, we somehow made it into the lab and as the doors downstairs opened, Dave shook his head.
What the fuck with all this captive shit, Barnes? If you re going to kill us, why not just get the fuck to it?
I jerked to look at him over my shoulder. Was he nuts? I mean, I hadn t fought for so many months just
to get shot with my hands tied behind my back like some kind of mob moll in a bad Godfather rip-off. At
least I wanted the chance to fight.
I don t like waste, David, Barnes said as he stepped closer to us. I like to use and re-use. This will be
over for you soon enough. At least, I think it will be.
What do you mean, you think it will be? I asked, hating how my voice shook.
He looked at me and there was a tightness, a sadness around his mouth. We may know a great deal
about how the zombie body functions, but very little about the mind. For all I know, those poor souls are
utterly aware of everything going on around them, their minds intact and unable to stop themselves as
they dive into their victims and roam the earth in rotting hell.
I squeezed my eyes shut at the nightmare Barnes painted. My stomach turned and I barely kept my
food from earlier in the day down. I really wished I hadn t eaten his crappy croissant.
Now, move, Barnes said, the softness in his voice gone as he pressed the side of his gun against
Dave s chest and shoved him.
Dave snapped forward with a rather feral snarl, dragging me behind him as he rolled up on Barnes.
Hey!
All of us stopped and turned because it was The Kid who had spoken. He held his gun level to Dave s
face and he said, Let s just go to the room and we ll talk this all out there. Okay?
Dave was tense as a board as he shook his head in disgust, but he followed The Kid, forcing me to
back along behind him, my eyes once again on Barnes.
Is he your real kid or is this one of those New World-New Family deals you see so often in the
camps? I asked with an even glare for Barnes. I still couldn t believe they were related, no matter what
Robbie said.
He stared back at me evenly. Oh, he s very much of my own flesh, he said with a smile. Don t you
see it in our eyes?
I shook my head. I guess I never looked closely enough.
He nodded. Well, that was your mistake, I suppose. One of many I m sure you re reviewing in your
head right now and kicking yourself for them.
I didn t get to respond because we moved into a room. This wasn t a place I had seen during my tour of
the facility the previous day. But then, as Barnes had said, that had been my mistake, too. I had been
willing to believe that what he showed me in those first dozen or so rooms was true and had never
guessed that it was all a manipulation. He d made the gamble that I d give up when so many rooms he
showed me were anything but sinister.
Stupid me, his bet had paid out at least double. But then, I d never done so well in Vegas anyway.
The room was big, with bright lights above that made the sterile white walls all the more painfully stark. I
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