From Undead A crimson trail leads from the puddle to the front of the bus. "What the...?" Smitty backs up into me. The screech comes again, closer this time. I stare into the snow, eyes straining. A vague shape is stumbling in the whiteness. "Move!" Smitty is behind me now, in the driver's seat. He slams the lever and the door unfolds shut. "Hey!" I protest, then fall back in shock as the screech appears at the door, slapping hard and fast. Through the glass I see baby blue and yellow, a bundle of blond hair, and shiny pink nails scraping the glass. "Open the door!" I shout at Smitty. And when he doesn't obey, I scrabble up the steps and hit the lever myself. A manic figure propels itself into the bus. It's Alice Hicks. She lifts her head, black mascara dripping down her pretty face. "Dead!" she screams. "Everybody's dead!" Excerpted from Undead by Kirsty McKay All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.
