ZOM-B Family
Darren Shan
Language: English
Pages: 132
ISBN: B00GVJ154Y
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
The ninth terrifying installment from master of horror, Darren Shan.
CAN ANYONE HURT YOU AS MUCH AS A LOVED ONE?
WHEN DOES THE FIGHT BECOME TOO MUCH TO BEAR?
HOW MUCH PAIN CAN ONE PERSON ENDURE?
B Smith is discovering the true meaning of family . . .
Dust & Decay (Benny Imura, Book 2)
Snatchers 2: The Dead Don't Sleep
The Walking Dead, Volume 1: Days Gone Bye
Alice in Zombieland (White Rabbit Chronicles, Book 1)
Preservation (Vaccination, Book 3)
much, but deny us a decent measure of time to enjoy it? If we were the creation of an ultimate being, He would have bestowed immortality on the leaders of men, the pharaohs, kings and queens, trailblazers like myself.’ ‘You’re too modest,’ I growl. ‘Truly great men have no need for modesty,’ he counters. ‘That’s a weakness in those who are, for some strange reason, ashamed of their greatness.’ ‘Many of my experiments are linked to revitalisation,’ Owl Man continues, tenderly stroking the cheek
men. I catch him as he’s getting to his feet and finish him off the same way as the woman. The others are upright now and they’re no longer focused on Vinyl. Instead they’re glaring at me. Reviveds can’t understand it when one of us turns against them. Treachery isn’t in their nature. But when offended, they’re quick to respond to the insult. All ten of the remaining zombies launch themselves at me. I fall into a ball and roll, knocking a few to the ground, evading the clutches of the others. I
That’s nowhere in sight, but the belt must have fallen off when it was being wheeled away. I scour the rooms again, and this time I find a door hidden behind a silk screen. I open it and traverse a short corridor. At the end I come to a room with a balcony overlooking the courtyard. That’s where I find the children. And Dan-Dan. The killer in the sailor’s outfit is on the balcony, wringing his hands, staring at the sky as if on the lookout for God. ‘Come on, come on,’ he mutters. ‘Where are
opens the door and waves through the prisoners, he smiles at me. ‘Bet you thought I’d done a runner,’ he says. ‘It never crossed my mind,’ I lie. ‘Lord Wood?’ Dad asks. ‘Sorted.’ He grunts and casts his gaze at the upper levels. ‘They’ll be on us soon.’ ‘I know.’ ‘We won’t be able to free everyone.’ ‘Let’s just help as many as we can. There’s still time. We might –’ I draw to a halt, eyes widening with shock. There are lots of manhole covers in the courtyard. They’re popping open and
you see something wrong, you’ve got to try to set it right. Otherwise you’re as bad as those you hate.’ ‘But I don’t hate anyone,’ Owl Man says. ‘I would need to hold myself morally superior in order to look down my nose at others. I don’t. In my own odd way I’m trying to do some good before I pass on, but I don’t think that makes me better than anyone else.’ I laugh cynically. ‘What good are you trying to do?’ ‘Come,’ he says quietly. ‘I will show you.’ Owl Man takes the lead and guides us
