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Bloody Bones :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 235 из 272I shoved my feet into theground and forced his arms over his head, but it had become a wrestling match now, and he outweighed me by sixty pounds.
"Drop the gun." Larry's voice behind me. I couldn't look. Couldn't take my attention from the gun. We both ignored him.
"I will shoot you," Larry said.
That got Stirling's attention. His eyes flicked to Larry; for just a moment his body hesitated. I kept my grip on his wrists and shoved myself forward, up his body. I dug my knee into his groin, trying to reach the ground through him. He let out a strangled cry. His hands spasmed.
I moved my hands up and touched the gun. His grip tightened. He wasn't letting go.
I came up beside Stirling's arms and braced his arms against my hip. I pulled the arm against my body, just one quick movement, and snapped his arm at the elbow. The hand went numb, and the gun fell into my hand.
I crawled away from him, the gun in one hand.
Larry was standing over us with a gun pointed at Stirling. Stirling didn't seem to care. He was rocking back and forth over the ground, trying to cradle both injuries at once.
"I had a gun. You could have just moved away from him," Larry said.
I just shook my head. I trusted Larry to shoot Stirling. I just hadn't trusted Stirling not to shoot Larry. "I had my hands on the gun. Seemed a shame to let it go," I said.
Larry pointed the gun at the ground, but kept a nice two-handed grip on it. "It's yours; you want it?"
I shook my head. "Keep it until we get to the car."
I looked up at the zombies. They were watching me with calm eyes. There was blood on the mouth of the dark-haired woman. It had been her teeth that tore into Ms. Harrison's neck.
Ms. Harrison was lying very still on the ground. Passed out, at the very least.
The power was beginning to unravel at the edges. If I was going to put everybody back in the ground, it had to be now.
"Go back into the ground. Back to your graves. Go back, all of you, go back."
The dead walked upon the earth, moving among one another like children in a game of musical chairs. Then one by one they lay down upon the earth, and it swallowed them like water. The earth moved and buckled in waves, until they were all tucked out of sight.
There were no bones protruding from the earth. The earth was smooth and soft, as if the entire top of the mountain had been dug up and smoothed over.
The power shredded, flowing back into the ground, or wherever the hell it came from. We had to get down to the Jeep and start making phone calls.
"Drop the gun." Larry's voice behind me. I couldn't look. Couldn't take my attention from the gun. We both ignored him.
"I will shoot you," Larry said.
That got Stirling's attention. His eyes flicked to Larry; for just a moment his body hesitated. I kept my grip on his wrists and shoved myself forward, up his body. I dug my knee into his groin, trying to reach the ground through him. He let out a strangled cry. His hands spasmed.
I moved my hands up and touched the gun. His grip tightened. He wasn't letting go.
I came up beside Stirling's arms and braced his arms against my hip. I pulled the arm against my body, just one quick movement, and snapped his arm at the elbow. The hand went numb, and the gun fell into my hand.
I crawled away from him, the gun in one hand.
Larry was standing over us with a gun pointed at Stirling. Stirling didn't seem to care. He was rocking back and forth over the ground, trying to cradle both injuries at once.
"I had a gun. You could have just moved away from him," Larry said.
I just shook my head. I trusted Larry to shoot Stirling. I just hadn't trusted Stirling not to shoot Larry. "I had my hands on the gun. Seemed a shame to let it go," I said.
Larry pointed the gun at the ground, but kept a nice two-handed grip on it. "It's yours; you want it?"
I shook my head. "Keep it until we get to the car."
I looked up at the zombies. They were watching me with calm eyes. There was blood on the mouth of the dark-haired woman. It had been her teeth that tore into Ms. Harrison's neck.
Ms. Harrison was lying very still on the ground. Passed out, at the very least.
The power was beginning to unravel at the edges. If I was going to put everybody back in the ground, it had to be now.
"Go back into the ground. Back to your graves. Go back, all of you, go back."
The dead walked upon the earth, moving among one another like children in a game of musical chairs. Then one by one they lay down upon the earth, and it swallowed them like water. The earth moved and buckled in waves, until they were all tucked out of sight.
There were no bones protruding from the earth. The earth was smooth and soft, as if the entire top of the mountain had been dug up and smoothed over.
The power shredded, flowing back into the ground, or wherever the hell it came from. We had to get down to the Jeep and start making phone calls.