by MJ Ware
Chapter 5 – Zombie Juice, Now with the Killing Power of Lemonade
"No, it doesn't work that way. I've seen tons of zombie movies. You don't get zombified unless it breaks the skin," I said, thinking about how my leg still ached.
"Movies, Nate, movies. These are real zombies. In the movies zombie snot doesn't burn you, does it?"
"Listen, I'm fine. Let's just find a hose and wash that stuff off the axe."
"Maybe I better hold the axe—just in case." Misty eyed me like any moment I might lean over and take a bite.
"I'm not going to turn into a flipping zombie." I'd had it with her, I really had. It's not nice to tell someone they're going to turn into a zombie, not nice at all. "If you want the axe, take it. You can lug it around."
With axe in hand, Misty seemed satisfied. She cleaned it, looked back to make sure we weren't being followed and said, "Let's get going."
"Misty, did you notice the zombie's eyes? All pale and fogged over—like Mayor Frank? I think he might have been a zombie or maybe starting to turn into one."
"Oh, good. That's a relief."
"Good? What the heck do you mean, good?" I said, still irritated with her.
"At least he wasn't trying to kiss me."
"He was trying to bite your head off. Isn't that worse?"
Misty just shrugged.