The Rising Dead by Devan Sagliani Page B

a higher class of people than the old hicks with jean shorts and lowbrow ironic t-shirts wearing American flag baseball caps. And there wasn't a single chunti ass chola with her eyebrows Sharpie penned on handing out strip club announcements in sight!”
    “You had me up until you said that,” Travis chuckled. “So they loved you huh? What is that you've got on?”
    “Smoky eyes,” Flynn said with a wink. “I've spent hours perfecting the look. By this time tomorrow my gender will be so bent I'll have everything with a pulse looking to climb into my sweet little pink hole and love me.”
    “Let's take it down a notch,” said Garrett in a sullen tone before turning to Travis. “There seems to be a pretty big and relatively obvious influx of zombie fans out there as well. I'd say most of the convention folk have started to arrive by now. By tomorrow night's walk we could have thousands in the streets.”
    “Man I hope so,” Travis said. “I've been trying to get this off the ground for so long. It would suck ass if only a couple hundred turned up. That's why I'm counting on the general public joining in. I've got volunteers with zombie makeup posted all along the route to transform the living into the walking dead.”
    “Does that really work?” Vance asked.
    “I don't know,” Travis said. “It's never been done before. That's what makes it so cool.”
    Travis smirked as Flynn approached him.
    “Show us the map,” he said, putting a hand on Travis's shoulder. “I want to take a look at the route again. I can't remember which streets we take.”
    Panic shot through Travis. The map was all the way across the room in his desk drawer. If he got up they might see what he was sitting on. He'd have to explain the pictures. There would be no way to avoid it. Then again the last thing he wanted was Flynn pawing through everything in there. He had a little black book full of passwords to fake twitter and Yahoo accounts he'd created during an online raid party from the night before. That would be almost as hard to explain as his coveted stash. They couldn't have come in at a worse time. His only hope was to distract them until they left. He needed a good diversion, or at least an excuse, but in the heat of the moment nothing seemed to come to him.
    “Why can't we go over it in the morning before the parade?” It was a weak defense and he knew it. The minute the words were out, he wished he could take them back. The tone was off. He sounded like he was hiding something.
    “There's going to be a lot going on and I want to know what the plan is,” Flynn said, eying him suspiciously.
    “I'm not sure I have a copy on me,” Travis lied. “The route is listed online though, right on the front of the site.”
    “Okay,” Flynn said. “Then let's fire up your laptop and take a look.”
    “Not right now,” Travis said, trying to think of a good reason. “I'm pretty tired. I was actually going to take a nap before you turds came barging in.”
    “What's really going on McAnus?” Flynn gave him the hard stare.
    “Yeah,” Garrett joined in. “What are you hiding?”
    There it was, the moment he was hoping to avoid. An accusation had been put forward. He could feel three sets of eyeballs turning to him now. He wanted to scream at the top of his lungs like a high pitched siren until they had to leave or their eardrums would burst. He'd never wished to have superpowers so badly before in all his life.
    I'd be willing to sell my soul right now for telekinetic powers , he thought. All I'd have to do is move them out of the room and close the door.
    They all stared at him as if to say, ‘well…come on!’ Finally, Travis couldn't take it anymore.
    “I don't need this shit. You can all go to hell!” He snapped. A dirty leer crossed Flynn's face.
    “What were you really looking at when we came in?”
    If they hadn't been interested before, they were now. Garrett and Vance crowded around the bed, closing in on him.