Undead
Kirsty McKay
Language: English
Pages: 272
ISBN: 0545381886
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
The day of the ski trip, when the bus comes to a stop at a roadside restaurant, everyone gets off and heads in for lunch. Everyone, that is, except Bobby, the new girl, who stays behind with rebel-without-a-clue Smitty.
Then hours pass. Snow piles up. Sun goes down. Bobby and Smitty start to flirt. Start to stress. Till finally they see the other kids stumbling back.
But they've changed. And not in a good way. Straight up, they're zombies. So the wheels on the bus better go round and round freakin' fast, because that's the only thing keeping Bobby and Smitty from becoming their classmates' next meal. It's kill or be killed in these hunger games, heads are gonna roll, and homework is most definitely gonna be late.
Combining the chill of THE SHINING, the thrill ride of SPEED, the humor of SHAUN OF THE DEAD, and the angst of THE BREAKFAST CLUB, Kirsty McKay's UNDEAD is a bloody mad mash-up, a school-trip splatter-fest, a funny, gory, frighteningly good debut!
Ordinary Thursday — whedonella Freaky Friday — The Watchman Saturday Night’s Alright for Fighting — Lorna, Dougie, Megan, Tod Sunday, Bloody Sunday Acknowledgments About the Author Copyright I would rather die than face them all again. Die horribly. In a messy, fleshy, blood ’n’ guts kind of way. It is a total no-brainer. I’m leaning my forehead against the cold glass of the bus window as we draw into the parking lot of the roadside café, earbuds in place. The music died long ago,
light above me. The trapdoor was not hinged; it came off completely before it whacked the driver in the face, and it is only a matter of time before his befuddled brain realizes I am still within reach. Scrambling over the suitcases, spilling their contents on to the floor, I make for the doors of the hold. Doors in a hold are not designed for escape from the inside. I bang on the side of the bus with my fist, praying that Smitty will realize and open them up. Above me looms the driver, staring
propped under the handle and I fling it aside, open the door, and take the steps two at a time. “We have to go!” Lily looks up at me. Cam is still in his box-nest. “Where’s everyone else?” I look frantically around the dimly lit basement. Lily stands up. “You got out of the chute?” “Yes,” I say impatiently. As if this wasn’t completely obvious! “Where are the others? We have to go now!” “Pete said something about a tunnel. Alice and Smitty are playing spin the bottle.” I hear Alice’s
by the way, and a total no-hoper — it turns out that her mum was this doctor in charge of the whole virus-making thing!” Alice continues. “Typical! And then she — the mum — came to rescue us, but she kind of only wanted the antidote, which Bobby wasted on Smitty — this boy, who was a nightmare before he even got bitten — and then we think we’re saved and we get on your bus … and we crash! And now the zoms are here again. And so we have to …” Her words are beginning to fade; at first I think it’s
are knee-length and high-heeled, with fur around the tops. The legs are shaking, knees knocking. [Girl, nearly crying with exasperation] “Give it to me, Dougie!” [Boy] “What are you going to do, call the police? The phones haven’t worked since yesterday. The city is full of people killing each other, and as far as we know, nobody knows about it. We need to get all this, Lorna. Record it. Nobody will believe what the frig we’ve just been through. That man — the way the crazy woman bit