shoulders, I set off to find my dad. It didnât take long, considering he was toting a life-sized cardboard cutout of Justine Chu.
âHey, Angelkins!â A grin split his face. âLook what I won. Now
this
is nifty!â
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rocked. I was the last person in the world to be a fan of zombie movies, but this one was funny and clever with a great plot, lots of action, and a few truly touching moments. Plus, even though the actors were pretty much unknown when they were cast, they were fantastic. Justine Chu played the plucky nerdy girl who saves the day and rescues the jocks and cheerleaders who were mean to her before. I particularly enjoyed the part when the hunky captain of the football team came up to her at the end, said he was stupid to have never realized how cool she was and asked her to be his date to the prom, at which point she laughed in his face and walked off.
The one negative was my stress during the big climactic scene when the heroes had to retreat to the football field and fend off the rampaging zombie students. During the filming of the movie, Saberton Corporation had used the extras as unwitting test subjects and turned them into temporary pseudo-zombies. Mistakes were made, hijinks ensued, and the zombie-rampage scene ended up being a little too real. Iâd kinda crashed the filming of that scene, but to my relief I was nowhere to be seen in the movie, and none of the ârealâ rampage was either.
After it was over, my dad carefully stowed the cardboard Justine in the back seat of my car.
I cranked the engine. âI canât believe I didnât win anything,â I said with a pout.
âYou did.â
I glared at him. âYouâre holding out on me? Well, where is it?â
He dug in his pocket, pulled out two little stuffed brains, each about the size of an apricot and connected by a string. âBetter than fuzzy dice,â he said as he looped the string over my rearview mirror.
âFuzzy brains.â Smiling, I flicked one to set them swinging. âTheyâre perfect.â
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I sat on the edge of my bed, opened my lunch box, and unloaded an uneaten brain burrito and two vials of V12 into the mini-fridge. The third vial went on my nightstand.
A buzzing itch began deep in my muscles as I changed into a sleep shirt. I scrubbed at my arms, my face. Something had changed in the past couple of days. Worse side effects. Hallucinations. Less impulse control. An increase in my already near-insatiable brain hunger.
My fingernails dug into my palms. But I needed to be sharp to follow up on Zombie Shoes Guy tomorrow.
I drew up a dose, set the syringe aside.
I gotta quit.
My dad deserved better than this.
I
deserved better. It wasnât worth risking my job or the Tribe or my life. Come hell or high water, I was going to do the right thing, get off this crap, for me and my dad. Iâd figure the rest out. School. Stress.
A roll of duct tape sat on the floor by my dresser. I grabbed it, took the partly used vial, added it to the other two, and wrapped several layers around all three vials. That would help me remember to keep my hands off. I tucked the bundle in the fridge then downed a bottle of brain smoothie. The itch eased a little.
Only a little. The filled syringe still gleamed on my nightstand.
I gotta quit.
The liquid bliss of the dose wound through me, made all the bad go away. Self-loathing, worry, doubt, fearâgone. Pride swept in as I disposed of the empty syringe. I was already making progress. For the first time in forever, I hadnât drawn up a dose to be ready and waiting on the nightstand in the morning.
I turned off the lamp, relaxed back on the bed. Fireflies blinked in the darkness. Hungry lips found mine. Hands caressed. I shuddered and moaned in pleasure.
I was gonna quit. Cold turkey. No
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