said, dust-clapping her hands.
“Not now, Madison!” Zack urged. “Come on.” They started to lift the unconscious lug and nearly buckledunder the massive strain of Bansal-Jones’s deadweight. Just then, Zack’s jaw dropped to the soil along with Greg’s heels as a huge menacing shadow appeared out of nowhere, darkening their path.
“Hey, I thought we weren’t taking breaks,” Madison said. But when she saw Zack’s face, she turned and dropped her half of Greg’s carcass. WHUMP!
It looked like an absolute sideshow freak, six and a half feet of decaying zombie flesh. It was wearing somekind of industrial blue jumpsuit, the left breast embroidered with the name LONGLY .
Longly’s face had more or less collapsed, slumping down the cheekbones in an avalanche of muck. A heaping cluster of bulbous lumps was growing off the side of his bald head. His mouth hung open, drooping jaws unhinged, flashing a mouthful of yellow pointed daggers. He lunged.
Madison shrieked and fell backward, scrambling in place. The butts of her hands and the heels of her shoes dug in the loose dirt and then slipped, going nowhere in a puff of dust.
The deformed, moldering colossus folded in a quick spasm of rigor mortis and clamped his meathooks around Madison’s ankle. Eclipsed by the zombie’s wide, black shadow, Madison kicked, frantic to get away, but the great zombie brute was too powerful.
Now acting on pure impulse, Zack launched Twinkles’s soon-to-be headstone through the air like a Frisbee. It slammed hard against the zombie’s head, and the diseased undertaker wrenched around, bellowing. Madison twisted free of the creature’s clutches.
Zack picked up the baseball bat, gripping it tightly, and circled around the enormous zombie gravedigger. He swung hard and drove the top of the bat into the monster’s hip. But it just kept coming, swiping madly for Zack’s tasty little brain nugget.
He’s too tall, Zack thought, unable to reach the zombie’s beastly head. Zack swung again, this time connecting with its knee, thinking that perhaps he might chop the thing down to a more manageable size. He longed for the ax lying idly on the garage floor.
Next, Zack gave the zombie giant’s midsection a good whack and heard its innards slosh around inside of its belly.
“Hit it on the head, Zack!” Madison yelled.
“I’m trying!”
Suddenly, the towering undertaker pounced jerkily, mere inches from wringing Zack’s pencil neck with its giant, knotted hands. But Zack was too quick and dove between its bumbling legs.
Zack bounded up the marble steps and hopped onto the stone banister of the mausoleum. The undeadmonster spun around and grunted in confusion. But Zack was already in position, looming well above the gigantic zombie, the bat cocked back straight over his head.
“Now you see me,” Zack said, allowing the zombie to turn around and give him one final look.
“And now you don’t.”WHAM! Zack brought down the Slugger on top of the zombie’s skull as hard as he could. The zombie swooned and crumpled in a heap of dislocated bones and flayed bubbly skin.
“Way to go, Zachar-ee!” Madison cheered. They were both so excited that they failed to notice what was happening right beside them….
Greg was waking up.
CHAPTER 17
Z ack jumped down and stepped on the defeated zombie’s chest. He threw his arms up victoriously, but then quickly backed away. One blow to the head was little more than a catnap for this thing, and Zack had no idea when it might wake up.
Across the graveyard, Rice broke into a sprint. He ran as fast as his short little legs would carry him, flailing his arms and pointing.
While Madison clapped cheerfully for Zack Clarke, zombie chaser, Greg’s torso lifted straight off the ground, stiff as a board. His bent, shadowy outline jerked forward.
“Madison!” Zack yelled. “Behind you!”
Zombie Greg’s cold dead fingers curled around her calf, and Madison tried to leap away. But the
“Not now, Madison!” Zack urged. “Come on.” They started to lift the unconscious lug and nearly buckledunder the massive strain of Bansal-Jones’s deadweight. Just then, Zack’s jaw dropped to the soil along with Greg’s heels as a huge menacing shadow appeared out of nowhere, darkening their path.
“Hey, I thought we weren’t taking breaks,” Madison said. But when she saw Zack’s face, she turned and dropped her half of Greg’s carcass. WHUMP!
It looked like an absolute sideshow freak, six and a half feet of decaying zombie flesh. It was wearing somekind of industrial blue jumpsuit, the left breast embroidered with the name LONGLY .
Longly’s face had more or less collapsed, slumping down the cheekbones in an avalanche of muck. A heaping cluster of bulbous lumps was growing off the side of his bald head. His mouth hung open, drooping jaws unhinged, flashing a mouthful of yellow pointed daggers. He lunged.
Madison shrieked and fell backward, scrambling in place. The butts of her hands and the heels of her shoes dug in the loose dirt and then slipped, going nowhere in a puff of dust.
The deformed, moldering colossus folded in a quick spasm of rigor mortis and clamped his meathooks around Madison’s ankle. Eclipsed by the zombie’s wide, black shadow, Madison kicked, frantic to get away, but the great zombie brute was too powerful.
Now acting on pure impulse, Zack launched Twinkles’s soon-to-be headstone through the air like a Frisbee. It slammed hard against the zombie’s head, and the diseased undertaker wrenched around, bellowing. Madison twisted free of the creature’s clutches.
Zack picked up the baseball bat, gripping it tightly, and circled around the enormous zombie gravedigger. He swung hard and drove the top of the bat into the monster’s hip. But it just kept coming, swiping madly for Zack’s tasty little brain nugget.
He’s too tall, Zack thought, unable to reach the zombie’s beastly head. Zack swung again, this time connecting with its knee, thinking that perhaps he might chop the thing down to a more manageable size. He longed for the ax lying idly on the garage floor.
Next, Zack gave the zombie giant’s midsection a good whack and heard its innards slosh around inside of its belly.
“Hit it on the head, Zack!” Madison yelled.
“I’m trying!”
Suddenly, the towering undertaker pounced jerkily, mere inches from wringing Zack’s pencil neck with its giant, knotted hands. But Zack was too quick and dove between its bumbling legs.
Zack bounded up the marble steps and hopped onto the stone banister of the mausoleum. The undeadmonster spun around and grunted in confusion. But Zack was already in position, looming well above the gigantic zombie, the bat cocked back straight over his head.
“Now you see me,” Zack said, allowing the zombie to turn around and give him one final look.
“And now you don’t.”WHAM! Zack brought down the Slugger on top of the zombie’s skull as hard as he could. The zombie swooned and crumpled in a heap of dislocated bones and flayed bubbly skin.
“Way to go, Zachar-ee!” Madison cheered. They were both so excited that they failed to notice what was happening right beside them….
Greg was waking up.
CHAPTER 17
Z ack jumped down and stepped on the defeated zombie’s chest. He threw his arms up victoriously, but then quickly backed away. One blow to the head was little more than a catnap for this thing, and Zack had no idea when it might wake up.
Across the graveyard, Rice broke into a sprint. He ran as fast as his short little legs would carry him, flailing his arms and pointing.
While Madison clapped cheerfully for Zack Clarke, zombie chaser, Greg’s torso lifted straight off the ground, stiff as a board. His bent, shadowy outline jerked forward.
“Madison!” Zack yelled. “Behind you!”
Zombie Greg’s cold dead fingers curled around her calf, and Madison tried to leap away. But the
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