The Queen Of Zombie Hearts

Chapter 7 (#ulink_232846b8-962e-5b7f-a9c8-1908e10897e5)

KEEP CALM AND

CARRY A GUN

Fact: life is a giant classroom and every day is an opportunity to learn something new.

Fact: you have to be prepared for pop quizzes, because they can come from anywhere or anyone.

Also fact: I wished I’d called in sick today.

What I learned from Professor Frosty? How to properly boost cars. The guy could do wicked things with a single piece of wire.

“I’m a criminal now,” I lamented as we soared down the highway. Killing in self-defense didn’t count. “I’m an accomplice. A thief.”

“Actually,” he said smoothly, “you’re a freelance valet. All you’re doing is moving a car from one location to another. There’s nothing wrong with that, now, is there?”

I snorted, humor momentarily overcoming my reservations. “Freelance valet?”

He hiked his shoulders. “Just go with it.”

Why not? “So, how’d you learn to do it, anyway?”

“I’ll tell you, but you can’t ball like a baby. You’ll want to, because it’s tragic. Like, break your heart and—”

“I get it. No one has ever suffered like you. Go on.”

He huffed and puffed for a minute. “Does Cole know you’re made of ice?”

“Yes. He likes to melt me.”

“Anyway. It’s like this. I’ve been able to see zombies since birth. I cried all the time. After a while, my dad couldn’t take it and left. My mom was on her own and had to be the one to calm me down every time I screamed about monsters. It freaked her out, and she put me through all kinds of medical and psychiatric tests she couldn’t afford. No one could figure out what was wrong with me, and by the time she had a new boyfriend, she couldn’t take the constant stress anymore, so she gave me to my aunt and uncle. I started hanging with the wrong crowd.” He studied my face longer than necessary, considering he was behind the wheel of a car. Checking for tears?

I admit, I was tempted to offer one or two in supplication. He’d been abandoned. Forgotten. But I held them back and lifted my chin. “I’m sorry you went through that. I am. But everyone comes with baggage. Did I ever tell you about the time I lost my entire family in a car crash?”

He barked out a laugh. “You and Kat, man. You’re, like, the only girls on the planet capable of surprising me. I expect sympathy, you give me lip service. It’s kind of nice.”

A bit of a backhanded compliment, sure, but I’d take it. “So, what happened to your mom?”

His fingers tightened on the wheel, a testament to his discomfort. “She visited me a few times, and now that I can drive, I have an open invitation to visit her, but she has a new family now, so...”

Even more heartbreaking. I threw him a bone and changed the subject. “How’d you meet Cole?”

Now his lips curved into a naughty smile. “You familiar with prison rules, Ali-gator?”

Stupid nicknames. They were the equivalent of verbal fungus. You couldn’t ever get rid of them. “Somewhat. According to Kat, there’s only one. Kill now, ask questions later.”

“Actually, there are ten. But the first and most important is this—whenever you’re the new kid, flat-out annihilate the current king, and no one will ever mess with you. Well, when I moved to Cole’s district, he was the current king, so I challenged him in front of everyone. He knocked me out flat, then helped me up. We’ve been friends ever since.”

“Brothers at first punch,” I said, and he nodded.

“Something like that.”

I wondered how many other kids were out there, able to see zombies but uneducated about the truth.

My dad had been able to see zombies, though he hadn’t known what they were. As a boy, he’d watched one murder his mother. Over the years, his fear of them had only grown...and grown...until he’d later turned to alcohol and locked my little sister and me away.

But then, that’s what fear did. That’s the destructive power it wielded, and that’s why I was so determined to resist it, no matter what was going on.

Sometimes, though, my determination wavered—and it usually revolved around one person.

“Can I ask you a question?” I said.

“Isn’t that what you’ve been doing?”

Har har. “Kat’s kidney disease.”

A beat of taut silence. “Waiting for the question.”

“Is there anything we can do?”

“You think I haven’t researched? Made appointments just to talk to specialists about her?”

“And there’s nothing?”

“Nothing,” he repeated hollowly.

I peered out the window, silent. Basically, Kat’s death was just a waiting game. A ticking clock that would soon zero out.

“Let’s talk about something else,” he said, taking a corner faster than I liked. “Like the current sitch. Anima has had multiple opportunities to come after us like this, but they never have. I mean, the time they had you, Kat and Reeve locked up we wouldn’t have fought to kill, because we would have been afraid they’d hurt you girls in retaliation. So, I have to ask myself. Why now?”

Good question. “Let’s take a look at what we know. They’ve been working on ways to control the zombies, to steer the creatures to attack anyone standing in the way of their research. And they hope to use the zombie toxin to create a serum for eternal life, without consequences, and supposedly save mankind from disease and death, but in the meantime, they don’t mind experimenting on and killing innocent people.”

Frosty thought for a moment. “What if they’ve succeeded?”

“You suspect...what? That they want us out of the picture, so that there will be no one able to stop what they’re doing, because no one will know about it.”

“Exactly.”

Then the situation did not bode well for us. Because Anima would strike again. And soon, while we were injured and weakened.

I could almost hear a countdown in my head. The tick tock, tick tock I could never escape.

My hands curled into fists. Calm. Steady.

No fear, remember?

Frosty stopped in the school parking lot. Asher High. Home of the Tigers. (Go Tigers!) I frowned. There were several other vehicles there, so ours didn’t stand out. But...