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The Laughing Corpse :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 40 из 213The woman, the zombie,stared back at me. There was something in her perfect brown eyes that no zombie has for long. The memory of who and what they were fades within a few days, sometimes hours. But this zombie was afraid. The fear was like a shiny, bright pain in her eyes. Zombies didn't have eyes like that.
I turned back to the more decayed zombie and found her staring at me, too. The bulging eyes were staring at me. With most of the flesh holding the eyes in the socket gone, her facial expressions weren't as good, but she managed. It managed to be afraid. Shit.
Dominga nodded, and Enzo motioned me farther into the circle. I didn't want to go.
"What the hell is going on here, Dominga?"
She smiled, almost a laugh. "I am not accustomed to such rudeness."
"Get used to it," I said. Enzo sort of breathed down my back. I did my best to ignore him. My right hand was sort of casually near my gun, without looking like I was reaching for my gun. It wasn't easy. Reaching for a gun usually looks like reaching for a gun. No one seemed to notice though. Goody for our side.
"What have you done to the two zombies?"
"Inspect them yourself, chica. If you are as powerful as the stories say, you will answer your own question."
"And if I can't figure it out?" I asked.
She smiled, but her eyes were as flat and black as a shark's. "Then you are not as powerful as the stories."
"Is this the test?"
"Perhaps."
I sighed. The voodoo lady wanted to see how tough I really was. Why? Maybe there wasn't a reason. Maybe she was just a sadistic power-hungry bitch. Yeah, I could believe that. Then again, maybe there was a purpose to the theatrics. If so, I still didn't know what it was.
I glanced at Manny. He gave a barely perceivable shrug. He didn't know what was going on either. Great.
I didn't like playing Dominga's games, especially when I didn't know the rules. The zombies were still staring at me. There was something in their eyes. It was fear, and something worse-hope. Shit. Zombies didn't have hope. They didn't have anything. They were dead. These weren't dead. I had to know. Here's hoping that curiosity didn't kill the animator.
I stepped around Dominga carefully, watching her out of the corner of my eye. Enzo stayed behind blocking the path between the verve. He looked big and solid standing there, but I could get past him, if I wanted it bad enough. Bad enough to kill him. I hoped I wouldn't want it that bad.
The decayed zombie stared down at me. She was tall, almost six feet.
I turned back to the more decayed zombie and found her staring at me, too. The bulging eyes were staring at me. With most of the flesh holding the eyes in the socket gone, her facial expressions weren't as good, but she managed. It managed to be afraid. Shit.
Dominga nodded, and Enzo motioned me farther into the circle. I didn't want to go.
"What the hell is going on here, Dominga?"
She smiled, almost a laugh. "I am not accustomed to such rudeness."
"Get used to it," I said. Enzo sort of breathed down my back. I did my best to ignore him. My right hand was sort of casually near my gun, without looking like I was reaching for my gun. It wasn't easy. Reaching for a gun usually looks like reaching for a gun. No one seemed to notice though. Goody for our side.
"What have you done to the two zombies?"
"Inspect them yourself, chica. If you are as powerful as the stories say, you will answer your own question."
"And if I can't figure it out?" I asked.
She smiled, but her eyes were as flat and black as a shark's. "Then you are not as powerful as the stories."
"Is this the test?"
"Perhaps."
I sighed. The voodoo lady wanted to see how tough I really was. Why? Maybe there wasn't a reason. Maybe she was just a sadistic power-hungry bitch. Yeah, I could believe that. Then again, maybe there was a purpose to the theatrics. If so, I still didn't know what it was.
I glanced at Manny. He gave a barely perceivable shrug. He didn't know what was going on either. Great.
I didn't like playing Dominga's games, especially when I didn't know the rules. The zombies were still staring at me. There was something in their eyes. It was fear, and something worse-hope. Shit. Zombies didn't have hope. They didn't have anything. They were dead. These weren't dead. I had to know. Here's hoping that curiosity didn't kill the animator.
I stepped around Dominga carefully, watching her out of the corner of my eye. Enzo stayed behind blocking the path between the verve. He looked big and solid standing there, but I could get past him, if I wanted it bad enough. Bad enough to kill him. I hoped I wouldn't want it that bad.
The decayed zombie stared down at me. She was tall, almost six feet.