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muddy, but the new one is white and not very practical. Not around here, anyway. Itâs already got red streaks on it just from walking through the hallway.
âWill do,â he says.
âAnd see if theyâve got any better shoes than these, too,â I add, showing him the rubber clogs heâd also gotten in the airport shop. Theyâre so dry-rotted that theyâre already falling apart. âSize eights, this time.â
He whistles. âWow. Bigfoot. I just figured since Ash is a size six an all.â
âYeah, because all girls have the same size feet, Reg. Iâm surprised you even know a detail like Ashleyâs shoe size. Most normal guys donât have a clue about that kind of stuff.â
âIâm not normal.â
âTell me about it.â
âYeah, well, I actually didnât know Ashleyâs shoes size until we broke into the âHello Kittyâ shop this morning and Ash found a bunch of those obnoxious sneakers to replace her Nikes. But wouldnât you know it? Not a size six in the house.â
âYou hid them?â
âNot saying that, sister.â
âWell, I wouldnât blame you,â I tell him. âZombies wonât give you no respect if they see you wearing âHello Kittyâ shoes.â
âFor that matter, neither will Arcâs people,â he adds, soberly. âWhich is why I need to find myself a nine-inch gutting knife.â
âNot even then, Reg.â
He shrugs. âIâll see what I can find. No promises, though. Not unless theyâve got a monster-feet shoe store.â
âHey!â
He scurries out the doorway, but then leans back in. âWeâre going to get out of this, Jess.â
I give him a strained smile. My chest tightens and I want to cry. But I canât. Not even when I think about my familyâmy stupid, psychotic brother Eric and my stupid, alcoholic mother and my stupid, overbearing grandfather. I want nothing more right now than to be with them. âI know, Reg.â
He hesitates, then nods. âOkay.â
I watch the empty doorway, wondering again for the millionth time how I was chosen to lead this group. I never asked for it. I didnât want it. Itâs either me or Jake, and heâs likely to get us killed.
Whoâs to say you wonât?
I go and sit down in the chair next to Micahâs bed. Thereâs a pile of paperback books on the floor next it, rescued from the bookstore upstairs. Real paper with printed words, not the kind where the pages flip on their own and the words zip by and are hot-linked to word definitions or videos on the Government Stream, or Arc ads like the ones on Media.
I reach down and pull the book off the top of the stack. Itâs an Emma Pattingsley thriller, Cutting Ties . Seems strangely appropriate.
I open it and read the first line:
Nothing stoked Chicago Special Crimes Detective Norma Galvestonâs fire more than a good old fashioned murder. Nothing, that is, save a man with slow hands.
âYouâve got to be kidding me.â
Before I know it, Iâm asleep.
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Chapter 16
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Sensing movement next to me , I jolt awake. Iâm on my feet before I even realize what Iâm doing, hands warding away the imaginary threats that tormented me in my dreams.
âHey,â Micah says, his voice sounding dry and fragile. He pushes himself up to a sitting position, tucking his pillow behind his head and wincing. âItâs just me, Jess. Relax.â He chuckles drily. âDid you know you smack your lips when you sleep? And drool.â
My heartâs racing, ponging around inside my chest, which feels too small, a tiny cage for a raging beast. I take in a deep breath and let out a shuddering sigh. âIâI wasâ¦â
âHaving a nightmare?â
âSomething like that.â
Already the dream is fading. I remember being strapped to the table in INTERVIEW 1
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