Bad Taste in Boys
Carrie Harris
Language: English
Pages: 210
ISBN: 0385739699
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Someone's been a very bad zombie.
Kate Grable is horrified to find out that the football coach has given the team steroids. Worse yet, the steriods are having an unexpected effect, turning hot gridiron hunks into mindless flesh-eating zombies. No one is safe--not her cute crush Aaron, not her dorky brother, Jonah . . . not even Kate! She's got to find an antidote--before her entire high school ends up eating each other. So Kate, her best girlfriend, Rocky, and Aaron stage a frantic battle to save their town . . . and stay hormonally human.
From the Hardcover edition.
The Devil's Plague (Tomes of the Dead)
Left with the Dead (The Gathering Dead, Book 1.5)
“Rock, the vomit might be infectious.” “But Bryan didn’t touch it.” “Maybe not,” I said, pushing my plate away. “But Jonah did.” I broke a few traffic laws on the way home, but I didn’t care. It took a lot of effort to keep myself from totally breaking down or driving off the road again. I really wanted to curl up in a little ball with my blankie and let someone else deal with all this. But I couldn’t. Based on what Mrs. Rodriguez had said, I assumed we were dealing with an infectious
“Stay here,” I ordered. “I’ll go … check on him.” “No!” “Stay here!” I opened the door before he had time to argue any further. “Keep the window open; I’ll shout if I need help. I might need you to bring the car closer.” I smiled reassuringly because that was what you were supposed to do in situations like this. Then I got out of the car, shielding my glasses from the rain with one hand. Coach wasn’t in the road; the only thing left on the pavement was his shoe. With shaking hands, I picked
pull himself out of the ditch by my foot, we both started sliding down the muddy bank. I scrabbled for a handhold; my fingers raked the soft ground without accomplishing much. Coach snarled and sank his teeth into the sole of my shoe, like he just couldn’t wait to devour me and needed to start while we were in the middle of a miniature mudslide. I kicked and flailed in an attempt to shake him loose and tried to climb back up at the same time. I didn’t have much success on either front. When
the flow of people streaming down the hall toward the gym and staked out the very end of the bleachers near the doors. The location was ideal; I’d be able to intervene quickly in a crisis. It was impeccable planning, except for the part where we accidentally sat in the burnout section. For some reason, the burnouts didn’t like that. The guy next to me had so many piercings that the scent of metal hung in the air around him. I smiled weakly and moved over to give him more room. Actually, I scooted
glasses. I reached out, feeling the pull of adhesive bandages along the length of my arm. It was uncomfortable but not painful. I was either in the early throes of zombie infection or totally hopped up on pain meds. “Here, let me help,” said a male voice. The overhead lights popped on. I happened to be looking straight at them; my corneas felt like they were frying. I turned toward the blurry figure standing by the door. “You call that help?” I croaked. “Would you like to stab me with an ice
