Adrian's Undead Diary (Book 6): In the Arms of Family by Chris Philbrook Page B

sand. Why the bloody hell were all those dead fuckers carrying bladed weapons too? They never done that before so why start now? I'll tell you why; they were sending a goddamn message. Kevin is the protector, he’s the warrior. He’s the Knight in shining armor. He’s the one sent by God to ensure we have a chance to redeem ourselves.”
    “So why weren’t the dead people in Morocco carrying anything? What message were they trying to send?” Kyle asked in a sharp retort.
    “There was no message to send today,” Michelle said quietly, interrupting their argument. The men turned to her, listening. “That’s not true actually. The dead in England you were speaking of I believe were sent by good—not evil—to tell Kevin he was special, and a member of The Trinity. They only reverted back to the control of evil when they were attacked. Good can only borrow the dead from evil for so long. These undead here just now were always under the control of evil. This was evil’s moment to break The Trinity and condemn humanity in one fell swoop. The message today was simple: Die.”
    Save for the rumble of the props, the plane went silent.
    “She’s telling the truth,” Kevin said, his face lowered to the floor, his forearms resting on his thighs. “I’ve dreamt of the same white room. Corey and Nate visited me there and told me about stuff. They told me about the rule of three. The zombies in Mildenhall, they all arrived at 0333 remember? And when we came here, I saw the three flames from the air. Now she’s talking about a Trinity. We need to look for things in threes. Anything conspicuous. I don’t know where we all fit in, but she’s telling the truth about it.” Kevin looked to Michelle, lifting his head for the first time since she started speaking. “Where do we go from here?”
    Michelle thought long and hard. Everyone knew she had no idea. “I don’t know. We are meant to find the third. The Soul. He’s the key to this all. If he fails, I think we all fail. We need to find him before evil gets to him, and either kills him or corrupts him. Where were you heading anyway?”
    Kate answered her, “We’re now heading to the Azores for a final refuel. From there we’re headed to the eastern seaboard. We’re aiming to land somewhere in New Hampshire, or Maine, or maybe Massachusetts. It really depends on the headwinds. We might wind up ditching in the fucking ocean a hundred miles offshore. In which case, we’re headed for a long nap with some lobsters.”  
    Michelle smiled at Kate’s pessimistic outlook. “To the Azores then. Whatever happens will happen. We all need to understand that there are grand powers at play right now, and we are a part of the story. If we are meant the find the Soul, then we’ll find that person. One way or the other our paths will cross, unless evil gets to him or her before we do. Until then, we push on.”
    Kevin asked a question that popped into his mind, “How will we know they are the third? You said you’d know me by my what? Garments of white? Any idea on how we figure out who the third is?”
    Michelle shook her head, unsure. “I don’t know yet. But I suspect that when we meet them, we’ll know who they are soon enough.”
    Kate swallowed. “Let’s hope we catch a tailwind then. I’d hate to have the world end with us on our way to rescue our unknown hero. I really don’t want to be late to that prom.”
    “Amen to that,” Kevin said.

July 5 th

    Busy beavers once again Mr. Journal. But, we are productive and lucky beavers. Lots going on here on and off campus, and once again, it seems to be largely all positive. The Jinx Fairy appears to be on vacation right now. I’m sincerely hoping I can shove that bitch down the drain with my big toe when she comes back, but she’s an elusive cunt.  
    That sounded really bitter. I’m not even bitter today. I’m very positive. One might even describe me as being… happy.
    I typed that and ducked. Usually when I