From UNFEDThe "wall" is now see-through. Russ moves slowly toward the little monsters and puts a careful hand out. His fingertips find something solid, and immediately the wall turns dark again. We all jump and yell, but he keeps his cool. He reaches out and touches the wall again. The kids are back."Smartglass." Pete emerges from somewhere underneath the desk."A mirror on the outside?" Russ steps toward the monsters. "Look. They can see themselves, not us." He lifts his hand up to where one small girl has her face squished against the glass in a terrible gurning of mushed-up cheek and dribbling blood.I watch as a boy-zom reaches toward the girl's reflection in the mirror, then turns to her and repeats the gesture to her face. Then he runs a clawed hand up through his spiky thatch of hair, watching himself in the mirror. He grabs a clump, wrenches it from his skull, then looks at the tangle of hair and skin in his hand. Excerpted from Unfed 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.
