The Death Series: A Dark Dystopian Fantasy Box Set: (Books 1-3) (46 page)

“I'm sorry,” Ceci whispered. “I couldn't help it when you sent out the call.”

Carson looked at her with such withering contempt she took a shuddering inhale, and striding to her, he shoved her so hard she landed on her ass. I hated him for doing that to a girl.

The Indian that was closest to her swung its gaze to Carson, I could feel its sluggish life, connected to me by a thread, and to a lesser extent both Tiff and Ceci. Somehow, I had siphoned off them and gotten more than I bargained for.

The Indians were perfect.
Perfectly lifelike
.

I bet that's what the losers were thinking about now...more than
they
bargained for too.

The Indian looked like he had stepped out of my History pulse. He wore a band of colorful beads that had a huge, single feather standing  at attention at the back of his head.

Though I had to say, it was the arrow trained at Brett's head that got my full attention.

“Unhand her, white skin,” said the Indian, who was a zombie, the cadence of his speech stolen from an era long past.

I looked at the gophers, numbering ten at least, that waited patiently at his feet, the two warriors at his side with their arrows trained on Carson and Diego, respectively.

Well, didn't this
take care of shit
?

I left my zombies on point. I strode over to where Brett held Jade and as I was walking, I balled up my fist and using my forward momentum popped him right in the face, nothing too hard, but a deliberate, fast jab.

It had the desired effect, he released Jade and she fell into my arms, sobbing.

“I'm so sorry, I thought... I thought I could be nice...” I stroked her hair while I watched Brett gauge what his options were; his eyes flitted from me holding Jade, to the three zombie Indians with arrows trained on his posse, and stood shakily to his feet.

“Put those arrows away, guys,” I said.

“He was abusing a female of the tribe,” the same Indian said.

I looked at him. What was this? I looked down at Jade, tears streaks drying on her face, her green eyes shimmering seawater. She shook her head, she didn't get it either.

“Explain,” I said.

They put their arrows in the quivers that rode low on the right flank of their bodies.

Ceci and Tiff came to stand next to us. Diego, Brody and the other ass-clowns gravitated toward each other. Water seeks its own level.

“This young female is tribe. She is not Skopamish., nevertheless, she is tribe.” I took in the choker about his neck, the fierce face, the war paint still on it, the bare chest with little more than a tanned loincloth and leather shoes that traveled from his feet to his calves.

The trouble was the eyes, I'd missed those somehow in the raising and they were like rotten fruit in his sockets; everything perfect but those.

Carson was inching away and then one of the other warriors grabbed him roughly and hauled him against his body. “You do not go until our master says you may go.” Then the zombie opened his mouth and a dank tongue, stained black by rot, gave a long, wet lick on Carson's face, jaw to temple. Carson screamed like it hurt, but I knew it didn't, it was just
that
gross. The zombie smiled, his mouth a gaping hole, many teeth missing at the entrance.

Wow.

“Okay, Jade, do you, ah...?” I began.

“Caleb, listen, we're going to start drawing a crowd,” John said reasonably. Like every day we raised Indians that were over one hundred and fifty years old. Yeah, right.

The third warrior had put away the arrows but a tomahawk lay naked in his hand. I saw a delighted look come over Jonesy's face and knew I had to wrap this up.

“Get your zombie off me!” Carson wailed.

It grinned, giving a squeeze and another lick; Carson cringed, screaming again.

“As much as I love this,
and I do
,” Jonesy said, winking, “we need to get the, ah,
war party
back in the ground and the...” Jonesy looked at the gophers who were definitely worse-for-wear, many without eyes at all, “menagerie, back,” he pointed to the ground.

“They're Muckleshoot,” Jade said.

Rang a dim memory bell.

The lead Indian turned its dead gaze on Jade and it was like a physical weight. “We are Skopamish.”

“That is not what they call your tribe, now,” she said.

The zombie looked at me and I stared back. I really did not want to explain the whole “What happened to the Indians thing.”

“I am Cherokee,” Jade answered by way of explanation.

“You are tribe,” he said as a statement.

No splitting hairs, my Indian zombies.

She sighed. “Yes.”

He nodded, then turned his attention to me. “Why do you let the white skin abuse your woman?”

Brett spit out a loogie of blood on the ground. The other two zombies watched it land with casual interest.

“This one,” I jerked a thumb in Brett's direction, “means to move in on Jade, and I was trying to convince her of that and she is sympathetic.”

The zombie's brows furrowed. He was trying to wrap his mind around the nuances of it all.

His warrior friend had less trouble. “He needs to make acquaintance with the tomahawk.”

“Yes!” Jonesy yelled, slapping his fist into his other hand. “Now that's what we're talkin' about! See how simple things were back then? He moves in on Jade, and whack.” He smacked his fist into his open palm and all the girls jumped. “He gets somethin' that's gonna Leave A Mark.” Jonesy put his hands on his hips, a look of supreme approval on his face.

The gophers started squirming in position, some making furtive attempts at circling the other group of kids.

Barbie shrieked, “Those things are getting closer! I hate all the AFTD shit! All of you shouldn't even
exist!
”

Bry frowned. “Ya know, my sister's AFTD. It's like having blue eyes, Christi, you can't help it.”

She looked at him, expression sullen. “Can't she just,” she waved her hand around at all the dead, “rein it in or something?”

I wanted to know what the “or something” was.

I was dying to know.

So was John. “There is no 'or something', it is what it is, brightness.”

She gave him the scorching female look but John wasn't having any of it, he just looked back at her levelly.

“Listen, undead-lover, get these frickin' creepers back in the ground, before we torch them right now,” Brody said.

“John,” I tossed casually over my shoulder. The zombies closed in behind me, the gophers swarming around my feet like brown water, mewling contentedly.

“Yeah?” he asked.

“Why don't you 'tune-up' in case I misunderstood the intellectual potential here,” I said, looking at each one of the losers.

Jade pulled away, looking at Brett. “I'll never go to you. Just leave me alone!” she yelled.

That's when all hell broke loose, Carson and his buddy Brody ( two stupids sometimes equal a disaster), combined their powers and I felt the heat engulfing my body just as a gopher leaped from its perch at my feet, landing on Brody, who now had a gopher hat. It began to burrow in earnest and Brody began screaming in a most satisfying way.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch, my balls were starting to cook.

“John!” I shrieked.

“I'm full-throttle. They're too strong!” he said in a strangled voice.

Alex!

I turned my attention away from the Fire-starters for a critical moment to scream for Alex and that's all that Brett needed, jerking Jade off her feet, she screamed, “Caleb!”

Jonesy followed my reasoning. “Time to earn your pay, A-man! Get your scrawny ass over there and do your thing!”

Bry went right to the source of the fire as I sprinted over to Brett where I could see Jade's eyes as she faced me bouncing on Brett's shoulder as he took off with her. God knows where.

The only time I'd ever seen Alex look sure was
now
, as I reached out to grab Jade from Brett he latched on to Carson's wrist, fire leaping from that boy to the other. As Alex ground his teeth together Brett, 'cuz he was such a slow-learner, got another jab to the back of the knee.

I hauled Jade to me as he fell forward and whipped her around, carrying her at a jog to where Alex was using his small hands to throw Carson ten feet. My zombies, merrily burning, had Diego pinned. Their faces grimaced against the heat, the directive to protect the corpses instinctive for me.

The smell of the burning zombies was permeating the air, the foulness beyond description.

John lay on the ground and Sophie was leaning against the car with Ceci and Tiff on either side, dazed looks of shock riding their faces. I flew over there and deposited Jade, who looked like throwing up could be a plan, gave John the look as I rolled past. He was alive anyway.

Alex was hanging on for dear life and Carson lay in an unceremonious heap on the ground. Good. One down, three to go.

Barbie had her head buried in Bry's chest.
Traitorous bitch
.

“Alex, let go!” I screamed, watching blisters form on his arm as he tried to find purchase somewhere to take care of Brody who had singed half of my gophers. Their bodies smoked in a grisly heap that smelled like garbage and raw meat. I heard a girl start throwing up by the car.

No distractions
, I needed to get control of this little disaster.

My zombies were strangling Diego, even though he probably was deserving.
Ah-hell.
“Stop strangling him,” I said.

They slowed down but weren't stopping.

I guess I had to really mean it.

Huh.

“Stop!” I yelled, with real intent.

They dropped him like a hot rock, their gaze swinging to me.

Just then, a cop car pulled up.

Well shit.

Garcia got out, his baton leaving its sheathing as his foot found the ground. In one fluid motion he jogged over to where I stood. Taking in the scene must have been something. The charred gophers, the unconscious kids lying about, the girls at the car spraying vomit.

I bet it looked pretty bad.

“What in the Sam Hill is going on here?” he asked, his eyes roving the corpses, the kids lying around.

Jonesy broke in, “Well, it's like this...”

“Ah-uh, not you.” He pointed at Jonesy. “You wouldn't tell me something straight if your life depended on it.”

Busted
.

Jonesy's mouth closed with a snap.

Gale came over with her hand pressed over her mouth, the smell was that bad.
Rank
.

“This looks really bad,” Gale said, getting a load of the zombies.

She and Garcia stared at the Indians. The Indians stared back.

“Are they... are they... what I think they are?” Gale asked. She was AFTD, wasn't she getting the sense of them?

I nodded.

“We are Skopamish, female,” Lead Zombie said.

The cops' mouths actually fell open and I smiled. In the middle of this chaotic mess, I smiled. I suddenly remembered Jade and turning around I spied her next to Sophie. Jade was patting her back as she did the psychedelic yawn. Huh, alright-y then. She gave a small wave back.

Garcia visibly came to himself. “Okay, we have zombies and,” he looked at the gophers, a couple still milled around my feet, groveling and mewling, “and moles?”

“Gophers,” I said.

“Right.”

Gale just stood there stupidly staring. “Why don't you go see how the girls are doing?” Garcia directed her.

They were still barfing, that's how they were doing.

He looked back at me, the zombies stared, and the gophers mewled. Carson lay on the ground, Brett was walking toward us and Diego was coming to his senses (whatever those were) on the ground, bruises blooming on his neck as we spoke.

Garcia stared. Finally saying, “There seems to be a trend here.”

I opened my mouth to respond and he held his hand up. “The whole summer passes,
without incident
. Then,” he swiped his palm at the carnage, “this starts happening again.” He stuffed his baton back and put his hands on his hips, one eye on the zombies, who stared unnervingly back.

“Officer Gale,” Garcia called loudly, his eyes never leaving mine.

She jogged over. “Yes?”

“Are we going to need back-up for this little catastrophe?”

Her gaze met mine. I shrugged. I didn't know what the plan was. Crap like this happened enough that it was feeling alarmingly normal.

“Can you...” he pointed to the zombies, a tomahawk in each hand.

Hell, that made
six total
. I could see by his face that Jonesy was checking out the weaponry count as well.