A Mad Zombie Party

Yeah. Okay. I was dangerous to other slayers before this. And not just because of my ties to Anima.

“I couldn’t control the ability, or whatever the hell it was. The disability.” I’d been hoping for something great to happen to me. The break I so desperately wanted. Instead, I got this. Something worse. My shoulders sag. “Red flames consumed me, just like they do in my nightmares, and I tossed three powerful slayers into the air without lifting a finger. Energy poured from me, wrapped around them and squeezed. They bled from their eyes, nose and ears. I wanted so badly to stop, but I couldn’t.”

“You’ll practice,” he says again.

He still doesn’t get it. “No. I’ll put others in danger. I’d rather die.” Lack of control is an excuse I can’t abide.

I’m sorry I hit you, honey. Daddy lost control of his temper.

“Milla,” Frosty says, realization suddenly as sweet as it is shocking.

Ever since I woke up from the attack, he’s been calling me Milla. Not Camilla. Not “hey, you.” Not “bitch.” But Milla. As if I’m his friend rather than his enemy. My eyes go wide, and I pivot on my heel to face him—

—in a blink, the entire world stops spinning. The walls of the house fall away, and I’m running as fast as I can, Kat clutched close to my chest. Her collarbone is broken, the edge peeking out of her skin. She’s cut everywhere and bleeding. Judging by the way Kat is wheezing, I know one of her lungs has collapsed. She’ll die if she doesn’t get help.

But she needs antidote more. She’s been bitten by a zombie, and the clock is ticking. Damn it! She can’t die, can’t die, can’t fucking die. She’s my life. My everything. But shit, shit, there are zombies hot on our trail, and each one has a bomb strapped to his neck.

I veer to the right—a mistake. More zombies glide from between the trees.

Boom!

The ground shakes. I lose control of my left arm, which was broken when the house collapsed, but somehow I maintain my grip on my girl. Can’t drop her, can’t drop her.

Shadows twist at my left, so I make another right turn and catch sight of a dozen Anima agents plowing my way. Damn it! Where can I go? The agent at the helm raises a pistol, aims at me—at Kat. I have no other choice. I go left.

Pop! Pop!

I curl inward as best I can, trying to wrap myself around my girl, and I end up taking the bullets in my upper arm. My broken arm. The increase in pain is incredible, but it’s nothing compared to my determination. Except I’ve turned us into another hail of bullets.

Pop, pop, pop!

Kat is hit, hit, her body jerking. No. Hell, no. Rage, frustration, desperation—each chokes me.

“Go!” Cole shouts. “I’ll hold them off.” He’s got two semiautomatics in hand and as he sprays the agents with metal I beat feet in the opposite direction, going back the way I came. He’ll be okay. He has to be okay. “I’m sorry, kitten. I’m so sorry. I’ll get you out of here, I promise. I’ll get you somewhere safe, and I’ll take care of you. You’ll heal. You have to heal.”

Pop, pop, pop!

More gunfire sounds in the distance, and panic infuses every cell in my body. Agents race from the left and right, their weapons already trained on me. I have nowhere to go.

Damn it! I have a split second to decide what to do. Keep running and pray they miss, or set Kat down and fight, wasting precious time.

Ali rushes around the bend, and she’s headed straight for me. Her eyes are wide, and I know. It’s already far too late for option two. I’m going to have to take the gunfire—risk Kat taking the gunfire.

I pick up the pace and once again contort my body around Kat’s in an attempt to shield her.

Pop, pop, pop!

A bullet slams into my thigh, followed by another, and my leg just...stops...working. As I stumble forward, the rest of my limbs go lax. I can’t right myself, can only fall, fall. I twist midway to absorb the brunt of impact, but when we hit, Kat rolls from my arms.

Tears sting the backs of my eyes. I somehow crawl to my feet, the pain, the pain. But it’s nothing. She’s everything. As I reach for her, another stream of bullets sprays, and I’m nailed in the chest. I fly backward, away from her.

“No! Kat!”

Her gaze finds me. She offers me a sad smile. As I stretch out my hand, her lips part. I think...I think she just took her final breath. Her chest stops rising and falling. Her eyes dull.

“No! No, no, no.”

Darkness descends over my mind, but only for a moment. Light returns, and with it, a new scene takes shape.

I’m lying on a tiled floor, surrounded by a pool of blood—mine, River’s and Caro’s. I hurt. I hurt so bad. I’m certain death has sunk his claws deep, deep inside me, determined to rip my spirit out of my body. I’m having trouble breathing. Every time I try to call for help, blood trickles from the corners of my mouth, choking me.

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