Adrian's Undead Diary (Book 5): Wrath by Chris Philbrook Page B
Authors: Chris Philbrook
Tags: Zombies
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reinvent how we looked at God, and faith, and each other. How do I do that? How do I lead the whole world?” Michelle asked.
Oudry smiled once more. It was a knowing smile, as if he expected her to ask that very question. “It is better to conquer yourself than to win a thousand battles. Then the victory is yours. It cannot be taken from you, not by angels or by demons, heaven or hell.”
“That’s Buddhist, isn’t it? I’ve read that before.”
Oudry nodded. “There is much to be taken from every belief. Not every belief is right, or wrong, what is most important, is to believe.”
Michelle nodded, starting to put everything together in her mind. “I think I get it now. If I lead the life we should all lead, then others will follow suit, and I’ll reach every corner of the Earth through my life’s work.”
Oudry shrugged slowly. “This is your choice to make. I cannot tell you how to fulfill your task. It would not be genuine and real if you were to take guidance from me beyond what we have already spoken of.”
Michelle took a deep breath and nodded. She swallowed and looked to the sky, tasting that familiar sweetness of honey once more. The presence of the Divine had such wonderful rewards. She looked down once more and saw that Oudry had turned away, eyes locked on the horizon towards the airport. She swallowed once more, and the sweet flavor of honey had changed subtly. She caught the faint hint of copper. She tasted the familiar and unwanted slickness of warm, salty blood on the air. In a flash of memory, she was brought back to that midnight in the glade, and the cold presence of the first entity that had begun the end. Michelle’s eyes widened, realizing she and Oudry might not be alone after all.
“Evil is near. This body and spirit will only protect you for a little while longer. The presence of Evil dictates that I must defer this one’s body back.”
“What will happen then? Where is this Warden person?” Michelle stood up, looking around into the pitch black darkness of the desert on all sides.
Oudry’s one remaining arm raised itself slowly, and pointed to the star filled sky. As he did so, Michelle heard two noises simultaneously.
Far in the sky above, and growing louder each second she heard the familiar buzz of a large plane’s rotors chopping at the air. She was by no means an aviation expert, but it sounded like a massive plane, and one that was coming in her direction. Against the night sky filled with white stars she saw the tiniest of flashing lights, and she knew the plane was indeed nearby.
The second noise she heard chilled her to the core. When she’d stood a moment before, Oudry had taken to his tiny feet with her. He’d placed his miniscule frame between her and the horizon towards the airport. Michelle looked down from the small blinking lights of the plane and looked into the darkness beyond the small boy. It looked to her like the entire Earth was vibrating, undulating, shifting. She was sure it was a trick of the eyes. Perhaps it was the flames nearby? Was it a mirage? Maybe it was her confusion from the presence of such greatness?
Then she realized what the noise was.
Feet. Not one foot, nor ten feet. She felt the trembling of the desert floor below her as a legion of the dead approached. The shimmering ground was not the ground at all, but their bodies, moving closer, directly towards her and the small trio of flames burning bright around her.
The Voice spoke through the corpse child one last time.
“The Warden’s moment is nigh. Pray he lives up to this task Michelle Annabelle Lewis, or both you and the fields shall succumb to the weeds for all time.”
May 4 th
I’m wiped. This needs to be a fairly short entry, or I’ll face plant into the keyboard and wake up tomorrow with a bunch of little square key impressions on my face. The only thing worth talking about is 114 Park Street, and how I am not crazy.
Read that again Mr. Journal. I am not
Oudry smiled once more. It was a knowing smile, as if he expected her to ask that very question. “It is better to conquer yourself than to win a thousand battles. Then the victory is yours. It cannot be taken from you, not by angels or by demons, heaven or hell.”
“That’s Buddhist, isn’t it? I’ve read that before.”
Oudry nodded. “There is much to be taken from every belief. Not every belief is right, or wrong, what is most important, is to believe.”
Michelle nodded, starting to put everything together in her mind. “I think I get it now. If I lead the life we should all lead, then others will follow suit, and I’ll reach every corner of the Earth through my life’s work.”
Oudry shrugged slowly. “This is your choice to make. I cannot tell you how to fulfill your task. It would not be genuine and real if you were to take guidance from me beyond what we have already spoken of.”
Michelle took a deep breath and nodded. She swallowed and looked to the sky, tasting that familiar sweetness of honey once more. The presence of the Divine had such wonderful rewards. She looked down once more and saw that Oudry had turned away, eyes locked on the horizon towards the airport. She swallowed once more, and the sweet flavor of honey had changed subtly. She caught the faint hint of copper. She tasted the familiar and unwanted slickness of warm, salty blood on the air. In a flash of memory, she was brought back to that midnight in the glade, and the cold presence of the first entity that had begun the end. Michelle’s eyes widened, realizing she and Oudry might not be alone after all.
“Evil is near. This body and spirit will only protect you for a little while longer. The presence of Evil dictates that I must defer this one’s body back.”
“What will happen then? Where is this Warden person?” Michelle stood up, looking around into the pitch black darkness of the desert on all sides.
Oudry’s one remaining arm raised itself slowly, and pointed to the star filled sky. As he did so, Michelle heard two noises simultaneously.
Far in the sky above, and growing louder each second she heard the familiar buzz of a large plane’s rotors chopping at the air. She was by no means an aviation expert, but it sounded like a massive plane, and one that was coming in her direction. Against the night sky filled with white stars she saw the tiniest of flashing lights, and she knew the plane was indeed nearby.
The second noise she heard chilled her to the core. When she’d stood a moment before, Oudry had taken to his tiny feet with her. He’d placed his miniscule frame between her and the horizon towards the airport. Michelle looked down from the small blinking lights of the plane and looked into the darkness beyond the small boy. It looked to her like the entire Earth was vibrating, undulating, shifting. She was sure it was a trick of the eyes. Perhaps it was the flames nearby? Was it a mirage? Maybe it was her confusion from the presence of such greatness?
Then she realized what the noise was.
Feet. Not one foot, nor ten feet. She felt the trembling of the desert floor below her as a legion of the dead approached. The shimmering ground was not the ground at all, but their bodies, moving closer, directly towards her and the small trio of flames burning bright around her.
The Voice spoke through the corpse child one last time.
“The Warden’s moment is nigh. Pray he lives up to this task Michelle Annabelle Lewis, or both you and the fields shall succumb to the weeds for all time.”
May 4 th
I’m wiped. This needs to be a fairly short entry, or I’ll face plant into the keyboard and wake up tomorrow with a bunch of little square key impressions on my face. The only thing worth talking about is 114 Park Street, and how I am not crazy.
Read that again Mr. Journal. I am not