This undead image comes from artistJason Chanviareddit .
The zombie parties were Mrs. Juniper ’s idea . Once Mabel Stevens amount down with the living dead computer virus — the sallow eyes , the rabid , twitch jaw — Mrs. Juniper sent her son , Toby , across the street to play . Just one nibble , and the next day Toby was shambling below for his Wheaties . presently , the other parent joined in , dribble their children off for infective playdates where they shared dishes of ice cream and brain - shapped lollipops with their undead classmate . When the children came home with blooming fingers and tooth - shaped bruise , their anxious mothers would smile and send them to bend with enormous plates of raw steak . Eventually , everyone gave up the pretense of quarantine and the playground became a day-to-day display of wordless groan and gnashing teeth .
When Katrina Paulsen whined that she did n’t need to diddle with “ those gray - skinned lusus naturae , ” her mother whirled around , tsking as she pointed a batter - coated spoonful . “ Kat - Kat , ” she said , “ I teach you well than to judge people by the coloring material of their skin . ”
Katrina stomped her foot . “ I ’m judging them by the colouring material of their teeth ! ” she pout . “ Red , bloody teeth . ”
But despite Katrina ’s protest , her female parent dump her at the playground , promise to peck her up before dinner . “ work nice , ” her female parent called from the windowpane of the Subaru . “ No hitting the other kidskin in the head . ”
It was totally unjust , Katrina cogitate . Her female parent had left her completely unarmed , confiscating her sling on the way out the threshold . All the playground offered were whiffle lump bats and handfuls of backbone . obliterate among the parent , she sleep with , would be no good . A well meaning mum was sure to waylay her with a virus - fill tissue across the face or a juicebox sully with automaton backwash . Katrina stared stonily across the dead sea of Mrs. Kittredge ’s 4th ground level course , pad senselessly through the gumption . She saw Lissa Menkin , who had a tetherball grab beneath her axillary cavity , forcing her to circle the pole again and again . Katrina fingered the confect stripe friendship bracelet around her own wrist and tried not to cry .
“ Katrina ! ” a phonation call out . Katrina ’s headland crack toward the high tug of the wooden vacation spot , where four little frame waved down at her . What a relief to see children who could still raise their arms .
Katrina make a deep breath and hold off for a clearing in the thicket of zombie children . When she saw it , she made a break for the slide . As she ran , she could pick out the kids at the top of the column : Bobby Greggs , armed with a foam bat and a applesauce can lid , Farilee Todd , Zeke Bennington , and Tara Lee . Katrina observe with enviousness that Tara had managed to smuggle her slingshot onto the resort area .
Katrina lept onto the slide that spiraled up to the tugboat . Her sneakers squeaked against the red charge card , and the noise did not go unnoticed . A crowd of tiny zombies gathered at the slide ’s sassing . Lissa ’s worm consistence was the first to descend upon the slide , her munition grasping up toward Katrina ’s legs , but soon a pile formed , all wriggle arms and snapping mouths .
The live children at the top of the tower screamed at Katrina . “ You ’ve catch ! ” Farilee shout . “ Just a little unaired ! ” Bobby shoved his bat beneath his arm and reached out to her with his destitute hired man . Katrina pound up the slide , relishing the burn in her lung …
… until one infantry failed to make contact .
The last sensation Katrina was conscious of was the static shock of her skin making touch with the sliding board .
Peter Cho stand with his mother in the Paulsen ’s kitchen , watching wide - eyed as Katrina shovel a plateful of eggs into her mouth . He ’d see Katrina around school , but he did n’t remember her being so numb - eyed . He caught her eye and she lean forward , her lip heart-to-heart , bollock spilling from her natural language . Peter pressed his eubstance against his female parent ’s .
Mrs. Paulsen front at Mrs. Cho with a sympathetic smile . “ I know it ’s not idealistic , ” Mrs. Paulsen say . “ But it ’s so much hard if they get it when they ’re older . ”
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