Turned: A Spine-Chilling Young Adult Apocalyptic Fiction (The Undead Series, Book 1) by Kaylee Rae Page B
Authors: Kaylee Rae
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Retta. Then what?”
I stared dumbfounded at him. Of course, I hadn’t thought of that because my primary concern was Em getting back safely.
“Oh,” I answered dejectedly, and looked down at the ground. “I guess we’ll have to go look for another one in the other garages.” My answer made me realize that maybe I had made a stupid choice because now I’d be putting both Jasper and I in harm’s way if we needed to go on a hunt for a car. Jasper let out a deep sigh as if he was trying to calm himself down and started to walk up the stairs.
“Where are you going?”
“Away from this, Retta. Bad decision. Sometimes, I wish you’d use your damn brain.” He shot an angry glare at me.
I was in shock. Complete and utter shock. He never got angry at me and certainly never acted like I was dumb. But for some reason he was at this moment, and I began to shrivel up like a school girl who was embarrassed by the teacher for not knowing an answer.
“I..I’m sorry babe,” I muttered, but he was already up the stairs.
All of a sudden, I felt like I was suffocating again. I pulled my shirt from my neck and felt my face get warm. My whole life I’d never been made to feel like this, and I felt it put a strain on my heart. I was always the golden child. Everyone always loved me, and thought I was fantastic – a great daughter, an intelligent writer, a bright thinker, a loyal friend. Now all of a sudden, in this moment, I felt like a nothing. And being a nothing during an apocalypse wouldn’t do me any good.
I walked over to the back of the house for a fresh breath of air where I’d be safe. I opened the French door and walked out into the dry night air. I walked to the end of the deck and looked over at the world around me. Five minutes later, I heard a window open on the floor above me, and I looked up. It was Jasper. We stared at each other for a moment as if this was the first time he really saw me all day.
“I’m fucking sorry, babe,” he apologized. “I’m so fucking sorry. I didn’t mean what I said. You know damn well you’re the most intelligent, beautiful woman I’ve ever met, and I’m not worthy of you. You’ve always known that.” I smiled sheepishly and felt my face start to cool down.
Can you forgive me?”
“Maybe,” I said to him, turning back around to face the landscape again. “If you come down here and hang out with me.” He chuckled.
“Be right down, baby. I just have to blow my nose and pee.” I heard the window shut, and I thought I’d get us a drink and then sit over on one of the patio chairs in the corner and wait for him, so I turned around to head back inside.
As I walked back in through the French doors, I realized Jasper had left the front door open during his fit of rage. I turned around to shut the French door behind me when I heard the scuffle of feet. I smiled, and was just about to tell him he was faster than I thought, when I realized I hadn’t heard anyone come down the stairs. My thought was greeted with the gut-wrenching breathing of a zombie coming up behind me.
I turned around, and at that moment, as I stared into his bulging, ravenous eyes and he lunged toward me, my world went dark. I felt as if I was in some sort of transcendental state, floating in between two worlds. All I could hear was the sound of my own thoughts and the beat of my own heart slowing down when it should have been beating more rapidly. I don’t remember actually ever feeling it bite me, but he must have.
He got me. I’m turning. Either that or I’m dead already and being eaten. If that’s the case, then thank God I’m already dead. How ironic. I’m either transforming into a disgusting, flesh-eating, blood-sucking monster, or I’m floating off to heaven. I’ll take the second option, God…if you’re even real. God, do you hear me? If I turn, don’t let me kill
I stared dumbfounded at him. Of course, I hadn’t thought of that because my primary concern was Em getting back safely.
“Oh,” I answered dejectedly, and looked down at the ground. “I guess we’ll have to go look for another one in the other garages.” My answer made me realize that maybe I had made a stupid choice because now I’d be putting both Jasper and I in harm’s way if we needed to go on a hunt for a car. Jasper let out a deep sigh as if he was trying to calm himself down and started to walk up the stairs.
“Where are you going?”
“Away from this, Retta. Bad decision. Sometimes, I wish you’d use your damn brain.” He shot an angry glare at me.
I was in shock. Complete and utter shock. He never got angry at me and certainly never acted like I was dumb. But for some reason he was at this moment, and I began to shrivel up like a school girl who was embarrassed by the teacher for not knowing an answer.
“I..I’m sorry babe,” I muttered, but he was already up the stairs.
All of a sudden, I felt like I was suffocating again. I pulled my shirt from my neck and felt my face get warm. My whole life I’d never been made to feel like this, and I felt it put a strain on my heart. I was always the golden child. Everyone always loved me, and thought I was fantastic – a great daughter, an intelligent writer, a bright thinker, a loyal friend. Now all of a sudden, in this moment, I felt like a nothing. And being a nothing during an apocalypse wouldn’t do me any good.
I walked over to the back of the house for a fresh breath of air where I’d be safe. I opened the French door and walked out into the dry night air. I walked to the end of the deck and looked over at the world around me. Five minutes later, I heard a window open on the floor above me, and I looked up. It was Jasper. We stared at each other for a moment as if this was the first time he really saw me all day.
“I’m fucking sorry, babe,” he apologized. “I’m so fucking sorry. I didn’t mean what I said. You know damn well you’re the most intelligent, beautiful woman I’ve ever met, and I’m not worthy of you. You’ve always known that.” I smiled sheepishly and felt my face start to cool down.
Can you forgive me?”
“Maybe,” I said to him, turning back around to face the landscape again. “If you come down here and hang out with me.” He chuckled.
“Be right down, baby. I just have to blow my nose and pee.” I heard the window shut, and I thought I’d get us a drink and then sit over on one of the patio chairs in the corner and wait for him, so I turned around to head back inside.
As I walked back in through the French doors, I realized Jasper had left the front door open during his fit of rage. I turned around to shut the French door behind me when I heard the scuffle of feet. I smiled, and was just about to tell him he was faster than I thought, when I realized I hadn’t heard anyone come down the stairs. My thought was greeted with the gut-wrenching breathing of a zombie coming up behind me.
I turned around, and at that moment, as I stared into his bulging, ravenous eyes and he lunged toward me, my world went dark. I felt as if I was in some sort of transcendental state, floating in between two worlds. All I could hear was the sound of my own thoughts and the beat of my own heart slowing down when it should have been beating more rapidly. I don’t remember actually ever feeling it bite me, but he must have.
He got me. I’m turning. Either that or I’m dead already and being eaten. If that’s the case, then thank God I’m already dead. How ironic. I’m either transforming into a disgusting, flesh-eating, blood-sucking monster, or I’m floating off to heaven. I’ll take the second option, God…if you’re even real. God, do you hear me? If I turn, don’t let me kill
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