Through the Zombie Glass wrc-2 Page 24

  Chapter 20

  Blood Is the New Black

  Dr. Bendari was dead. Shot and killed in front of me.

  Pain and panic threatened to overwhelm me as I scanned my surroundings. We were on an abandoned road, just as the doctor’s driver had said, thick patches of trees on either side. There was another car behind ours—and the shooter was dragging me toward it.

  If I could get to the trees, I could hide.

  I was as good as dead if Shooter managed to stuff me inside that car.

  Time for a new to-do list: Get the guy to release me, race to the trees, hide. Use my phone to call Cole.

  I jerked against his hold, adrenaline giving me strength—just not enough to be effective. “Let go!”

  “You want to die, sweetness?” he asked casually, making his words that much more frightening. “They’ve got plans for you, but if you continue to give me problems, you won’t arrive in one piece.”

  They, he’d said. The people at Anima.

  I fought that much harder, kicking out my leg, tripping the guy. Down he went, crashing into the gravel road. His hold on me loosened, and the photos he held scattered in the wind.

  Shooter reached out to catch one, leaving himself wide open; I sucker punched him in the kidney, a very sensitive area. Grunting, he curled into himself. I grabbed as many files and pictures as I could before jolting to my feet.

  I meant to run, I did, but a door slammed, and the driver of Shooter’s car raced around the area, trying to gather up the rest of the photos while keeping a gun trained on me.

  “Don’t even think about it,” he growled. He had bright red hair, a shade I’d never before seen. “I’ll shoot you in the back without a moment’s pause.”

  He’d shoot me anyway.

  I spun and ran, moving in a zigzag to make myself less of a target, my backpack slamming against me again and again. Soon I was huffing and puffing, my lungs burning.

  Pop!

  I cringed, expecting an explosion of pain. But...I felt nothing and looked back. The driver of Dr. Bendari’s car had crawled out from the rubble to shoot Red.

  I slowed down and tried to catch my breath.

  My only remaining ally faced me, shouting, “Keep running, more will come,” before limping forward and pointing his weapon at the first guy, Shooter.

  Pop!

  Pop!

  Dr. Bendari’s driver collapsed, and my eyes went wide. Why... How... Then I watched as Shooter fought to get vertical; despite his obvious pain, his focus was sharp as it landed on me. That was why. That was how. One pop had come from Shooter, and the other had come from Dr. Bendari’s driver.

  Shooter stumbled forward, taking something small, round and black out of his pocket, biting something off it and throwing it at Dr. Bendari’s car. Grenade!

  I spun and ran—

  Boom!

  The world went eerily quiet as a violent gust of white-hot air picked me up and threw me into a tree. I bounced backward, losing what little breath I had, shaking my head to clear the fresh surge of dizziness. Smoke filled the air, choking me, turning my line of sight to a hazy black and white.

  A slight ringing erupted in my ears, growing louder, louder still, until it stopped as quickly as it had begun, and the world around me came back into focus.

  I stood, almost fell. From the corner of my eye, I could see flames engulfing both cars—and Shooter still standing. Swallowing bile, I rushed into the forest.

  Rearrange list: call Cole, then hide.

  I stuffed the photos into my backpack and grabbed my phone. I was careful to alternate between watching the path ahead of me and looking at the names in my contact list. Around a thick tree trunk. The Cs. Over a rock. COs. Ragged breath scraped my nose and lungs.

  I almost shouted with relief when I found COLE.

  “Answer,” I muttered when I heard the first ring. “Please answer.”

  “Ali,” he said a moment later.

  A sob left me. “Cole.”

  His concern came immediately. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

  “There was a car crash. They shot him. Shot him. He’s dead. A bomb. Now they’re after me, and I don’t know what to do.”

  I could hear the static over the line, knew he was running as quickly as I was. “Where are you?”

  “What’s going on?” I heard Veronica ask in the background. “Where are we going?”

  He was with her.

  “I don’t know,” I said, too numb from the shock of everything that had happened to react. “I didn’t watch.”

  “What’s around you?”

  “An abandoned road. A forest. I’m in the forest.”

  “Where were you before? What direction were you headed before the crash?”

  “Nana’s house.” The words left me, barely audible as I panted. “Walked out of neighborhood. South, toward coffee shop. Picked me up. Farther south. Followed. Crash. Smoke. There’s so much smoke.”

  “I’ll find you,” he vowed. An engine roared to life. Tires squealed.

  “Cole,” Veronica called.

  That was the last thing I heard. I tripped over a limb and hit the ground with all the grace of a china shop bull, my cell skidding out of my grip. Frantic, I threw a glance over my shoulder for Shooter. No sign. Maybe he’d passed out from blood loss. Maybe he’d died. Fingers crossed.

  I clambered to my feet, searched, but couldn’t find my phone. Decided to leave it behind. My legs stiffened even as I trudged deeper into the woods, and all too soon, I could barely chug forward an inch at a time. I scanned the area.

  Bad news: as naked as the trees were, they wouldn’t offer much coverage if I climbed.

  Good news: Shooter would have to look up to see me.

  Bad news: he could easily look up.

  I had no other option. Using pieces of bark as handrails and stepstools, I shimmied my way up the tallest I could find. Every inch was agony. Finally I reached a large enough limb to support my weight and stopped, pressing my back against the trunk. I palmed the two daggers sheathed at my ankles and drew my knees up to my chest, trembling...waiting.

  A horde of birds flew overhead, and a gentle wind whistled, hopefully masking the thunderous beat of my heart and the wheeze in my lungs. In a battle to the death, what would I do? I had no problem fighting zombies, ending them. They weren’t people. He was.

  He wanted to kill me. I should have no problem ending him, too. And there he was, inching from one tree to the other, using the trunks as a shield. He scanned one way, then the other, before moving on. He scanned up, and he scanned down, and—

  Our gazes locked.

  Instinct kicked in, and I launched a dagger before he could aim his gun. The tip embedded in his shoulder, flinging him backward.

  Pop! He’d managed to squeeze off a shot. The bullet hit just above my shoulder, and bark flew in every direction. Some of it landed in my mouth, and I spat it out as I jumped.

  Impact banged my teeth together. I tasted old pennies. Go, go, go. I took several steps, intending to run—then I stopped. If I ran, he would probably find me again. There wasn’t anywhere to hide. I could throw another knife and maybe stop him, maybe not. He could just shoot at me again.

  It might be better to face him here and now.

  Trembling, I turned and approached him. He was lying on the ground, his chest rising and falling in quick succession as he struggled to sit up. His gun had been knocked out of his hand and rested a few feet away.

  He dived for it when he spotted me, but then, so did I. I beat him by a fraction of a second, straightening and pointing the barrel at him.

  He glared at me. “You wouldn’t.”

  “You’re still wearing my dagger like it’s this year’s must-have accessory. Of course I’ll shoot you.” My trembling became more pronounced, the weight of the gun almost too much for me to handle.

  He replaced the glare with a smug smile, saying sweetly, “You want to go to prison for murder, sweetness?”

  “
I want to survive, and we both know this would be self-defense.” My finger twitched on the trigger. Come on, Cole. “Why do you work for Anima?” I asked to stall.

  “Why not? The pay is good.”

  “You don’t care that the company isn’t interested in destroying the zombies? That they hope to make money off them?”

  The look he gave me was pitying. “No need to give me a speech about right and wrong. I’d fight for your side if the price was right.” As he spoke, he slowly angled to the side.

  He was planning something.

  I fired the gun, my arms jerking up with the recoil.

  He grunted and pulled his leg into his chest.

  “Move again,” I said, “and I’ll put a hole in the other one.”

  A mouthful of curses was hurtled at me. “I’m going to make you pay for this, little girl.”

  Threats? Seriously?

  I shot his other leg. Just. Because.

  As he writhed in pain, the bushes to my left rustled. Footsteps pounded. I backed away, intending to run. Or hide. Or both.

  “Ali!” Cole called.

  “Here!” I shouted back, overjoyed.

  Cole and Veronica burst into my line of sight.

  He’d brought her with him.

  Cole seemed to take in the entire scene with only a glance. He dived on top of the man and whaled, throwing punch after punch. The gun fell out of my hand, and my knees gave out.

  Now that I was safe, the surge of strength abandoned me completely. As my eyes closed, I saw Veronica watching Cole beat the man senseless. There was no recognition on her face. No remorse over what was happening to Anima’s employee.

  Maybe she wasn’t the spy, either.

  Chapter 21

  Weep Some More

  Boom!

  The sound reverberated in my head. Panting, I jolted upright. Sweat poured from me, every one of my pulse points pounding to the beat of a riotous drum.

  “You’re all right. I’m here.”

  Cole’s voice. Strong hands urged me back onto the mattress.

  I blinked to clear my vision, but only darkness greeted me. “Where am I?” I croaked, the words scraping against a throat gone raw.

  “Ankh’s. He looked you over. Said you’d bruised a few ribs, had a few cuts, but were otherwise fine.”

  As the surge of panic eased, aches and pangs battled for my attention, and memories surfaced. I’d survived another car crash, but others had died. I’d been hunted, nearly killed. I might have killed another human being. Tears burned the backs of my eyes, and I gave a humiliating sniffle—or six.

  Cole linked our fingers and squeezed.

  The crack in my heart widened a little more, and warmth seeped through...until I remembered something else. He’d come to the forest with Veronica. I tugged my hand free.

  “Ali,” he said. A pause. Then, “Can you give us a minute?” he snarled.

  Whoa. Where had—

  “Tell us what happened, Miss Bell,” Mr. Ankh said, and I realized Cole hadn’t been talking to me.

  I peered beyond his shoulder. Or tried to. The darkness was too thick to penetrate.

  “Am I blind?” I shrieked.

  “What?” Cole said. “No. Of course not. If you’re having trouble seeing, it’s because your eyes are a little swollen from the smoke and we put some salve on them. Don’t worry. You’ll heal.”

  Okay. Okay, then. “I have to call the coffee shop. Tell them I won’t be in.”

  “Already taken care of,” Cole said. “I told them you’d been in an accident.”

  “Nana—”

  “Knows you’re alive and well. I’ve stayed in contact with her and told her I’d try to have you home by eleven.”

  “What time is it?”

  “Eight.”

  Three more hours; then I’d go home. Could I keep it together?

  “Miss Bell,” Mr. Ankh prompted.

  I still wasn’t his biggest fan, but the story poured out of me. I told him about Dr. Bendari. I told him about the photos and what I’d learned about my condition and the antidote. I told him about Justin and his sister. About the shooter, and the two drivers, and the chase through the forest.

  I wished I could see his face, judge his expression.

  “We found the photos in your pack,” he said. “The others must have burned in the fire.”

  Some were better than none. “Which ones did I grab?”

  “One of Justin’s sister. Four of an Anima facility, and two of a computer screen with a formula they used for what I’m guessing is an improvement on the antidote.”

  Not a bad haul.

  Mr. Holland cleared his throat, alerting me to his presence. “The shooter Cole brought in escaped his cage in this facility—the dungeon—and we have no idea how. He was weakened from blood loss. We don’t think he could have survived for long out on his own without medical attention, but to our knowledge no dead bodies have been found. He could still be out there.”

  What Mr. Holland was trying to say without panicking me: the guy could still be after me. Just then, in the safety of the room, I didn’t care.

  “Now I’m going to check your eyes,” Mr. Ankh said.

  Footsteps. He gently wiped my eyes with a tissue, then flashed a muted light in front of my face. “I don’t understand—ah, there we go. You’re finally responding.” As he continued to shine that light, the darkness began to thin at last.

  “It’s getting better already,” I said.

  “Good. We ran some more tests and found your antizombie toxin is significantly lower.”

  “The new antidote helped, then.”

  “New?”

  “There are vials of it in my pack.”

  “I’ll take one and see if I can replicate it. I’ll send the others home with you.”

  “Thank you.”

  He stepped back, and Cole stepped forward. Our eyes locked, violet against blue. Need against... I wasn’t sure what I was projecting at him. We—

  —were standing in my bedroom. His expression was tortured, even sad, as he aimed a crossbow at my chest.

  “I’m sorry,” he said.

  “Cole—”

  —We were back inside Mr. Ankh’s basement dungeon.

  I blinked in surprise. Nothing had distracted us or gotten in our way, the usual reasons for a vision to end. This one had stopped all on its own.

  Because he’d shot me and I’d died? Whatever. At least we’d had one. That meant a part of me was back to normal. I was better.

  How long would it last, though?

  Apparently I was going to do something so terrible Cole would feel his only recourse was to kill me. I couldn’t even process that.

  “I have no plans to aim my crossbow at you,” he said tightly. “I won’t. Ever.”

  I nodded. Really, what could I say?

  That wasn’t good enough for him. “You had to be right before. The visions have to mean something else.”

  I really, really hoped so.

  “I’m not going to hurt you. Trust me. Please.”

  The very words I’d once—four times?—given him. “Okay,” I said, and he exhaled with relief. I just didn’t have room for another worry.

  “Cole, call Justin and tell him to come by,” Mr. Holland said. “I need to tell him about his sister.”

  I looked and found him standing beside the curtain separating my “room” from the others.

  “I’ll tell him.” My pronouncement was quickly met with inquiring glances. “I know what it’s like to lose your family. And I know you guys do, too,” I added in a rush. They’d all lost someone in the war. “But with me, the loss is fresh. Jaclyn was his twin, and he loved her more than he loved himself. I felt the same way about Emma.”

  Mr. Ankh sighed. “Very well.”

  Cole made the call.

  It wasn’t long before Mr. Holland was escorting Justin to my bedside. He sat down opposite Cole, his expression closed off. He had no idea why he was here. My chin t
rembled as I said, “Justin, I met with a man named Dr. Bendari.”

  He nodded. “You’ve mentioned him before.”

  “Yes. He was...he was killed in front of me.” Tears streamed down my cheeks, burning, leaving track marks, I was sure.

  Justin softened. “I’m sorry.”

  “Before he died, he told me that your sister—”

  With a pained groan, he jumped up, the chair skidding behind him. “I know. Don’t say it. Don’t you dare say it.”

  “You know?” Cole asked.

  Justin closed his eyes, drew in a shaky breath. But that was it, his only reaction. And yet my heart broke for him. I knew what he was doing, because I’d done the same thing. I’d boxed up my grief and shoved it deep, deep inside.

  He would feel better for a little while. Then, one day, someone would come along and say something, or he would see something, and the box would begin to open. All of those negative emotions would come pouring out, and he’d be helpless to stop them. He would break down.

  “The leader, Mr. K, showed me pictures.”

  “Mr. K?” Mr. Holland said. “What does the K stand for?”

  “I don’t know. It’s all anyone ever calls him.” He lifted his chin. “Mr. K told me you were responsible, and it was my job to exact revenge. But I couldn’t kill you, he said. Just had to spy on you.” He offered us a cold smile. “He didn’t realize I knew you better than that and knew you’d never hurt my sister—that he was responsible. So I’ve given him information, but nothing damaging. Just enough to make him think I’m playing his game.”

  “So you’re the spy,” Cole gritted out. “And you dared to send me on a wild chase? Why? To distract me?”

  “Spy?” Mr. Ankh and Mr. Holland said in unison.

  “No.” Justin shoved his hands into his pockets. “You’ve got a traitor in your midst. I never lied about that, I just don’t know who it is. Every bit of information I gave you is true. I want Anima taken down, and I want to help you do it.”

  The fierceness of his expression...the chilling determination in his voice...the hatred oozing off him all combined to scream I’m telling the truth.

  “Spy,” Mr. Holland repeated.

  “I’ll talk to you about it later.” Cole nodded stiffly to Justin, a silent command to continue.