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lobby. âI donât think we need to worry about Stephen. Heâs standing right over there.â
We look out across the terminal and see a figure silhouetted against the tinted glass. Itâs him, Stephen. As we watch, he raises his hands to his head, shudders, then staggers backward, and falls quivering to the floor.
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Chapter 9
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âI say we shoot him,â Jake says.
âYou donât get to speak,â Reggie tells him. âEspecially about shooting.â
Jake narrows his eyes at Reggie, but he backs down.
I ignore them both and instead kneel down right in front of Stephen, whoâs now sitting up again and staring out the window. Thereâs a dazed look in his eyes.
âHeâs screwing with us, making us think heâs psycho.â
âHe is psycho, Jake.â
âWhy the hell would he do that?â I ask, suddenly furious. âWhy not just run when he had the chance? He could be long gone by now.â
âWhereâs he going to run to? Thereâs nowhere to go out there. You said it yourself, Jessie.â
âThe tunnel,â Kelly offers. âThereâs nothing keeping him from walking through it.â
âThereâs nothing keeping you from walking through it, either,â Jake snaps. âOr Jessie.â
âI can think of four reasons,â I tell him. âNo, five.â
Jake stubbornly refuses to budge. âHeâs messing with our minds, getting under our skin. Just shoot him.â
âHe might be getting under your skin,â Reggie snaps, âbut youâre getting under mine.â
I shake my head at them both to get them to stop, but theyâre too amped up to see how their arguing isnât helping
âPut him out of our misery.â
âDamn it, Jake!â Reggie shouts. âWould you quit with the shooting already?â
âWhat the hellâs your problem?â
âYou want to know what my problem is? Jessie told you back there not to shoot. Not only did you not listen, you nearly took my freaking head off!â
âI had that IU dead to rights! One more shot andââ
âOne more shot and weâd be completely out of bullets, Jake,â I whisper. âNow thatâs enough. Both of you shut the hell up.â
Everyone stops for a moment. I canât tell if theyâre impressed that I had the presence of mind back there to have counted the shots or if theyâre afraid of me, of what I might become because of the infected blood all over me. It must be the first, because they start right back up again.
âWhat the hell good is a bullet if you donât use it?â
âWhat the hell good is a bullet if it doesnât hit the target?â Reggie replies. âOr worse, it hits one of us?â
âAll right. Calm down, both of you,â Kelly quietly says. âAnd, Jake, give me back that pistol before you hurt somebody.â
âI donât have it.â
âWhere the hell is it?â
âHow should I know? Jessie knocked it out of my hand.â
The blood is drying on my skin, making it feel tight. My overalls are soaked with it. I want to scrub it all away with scalding hot water and bleachânot that Iâll find either of those here in this wretched place.
I follow Stephenâs gaze out through the dark tinted glass. The window is filthy, clouded with a dozen years of soot and dust and acid rain and who knows what else. The early afternoon sunlight is behind us, so the windowâs now cast in shade, making the room even darker than it was this morning. Outside, nothing moves.
âWhat is he looking at?â
âI donât see anything,â Reggie says.
I snap my fingers in front of Stephenâs face. He blinks but doesnât respond.
âItâs like heâs waiting for something. Like maybe a whole bunch of zombies.â
Reggie snorts. âYeah, Jake. Whose skin is he getting under
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