13. Live Dead Girl (4)

Those toes and the mouth were the parts of the body that I liked the most—the mouth because it was full of itself, full of provocative tastes. But I also liked my ears, so perfect, as though they’d been crafted of porcelain. I would have liked, almost, to remove them—the better to see...

13. Live Dead Girl (3)

I pushed back my hair. It kept falling over my eyes. I could not see all that I wanted to see because of the thin cotton hospital gown in which someone had dressed me. It was a short, apron-like gown that the moonlight vaguely illumined. I noted, upon closer inspection that it was...

13. Live Dead Girl (2)

I opened the bag and sorted though its contents: a yellow silk dress, high-heeled shoes, sheer hose, a beaded evening bag and a cab driver’s white glove. I gave an involuntary shiver. I dropped the clothes and moved on. There were medical supplies in a tub near the door—bottles and...

13. Live Dead Girl

When I woke up again, I was not in the morgue. I was in bed in a private hospital room. It was 2:03 in the morning. At least this is what the luminous hands on the face of the bedside clock indicated. The room was dark, its door ajar. The fluorescent light from the corridor made a big,...

12. Born-again Zombie (...

“There. Zombie or not, all ready to go. You now carry the chip that could bring down the juggernaut and stop the monster that has sold you down the river. Not me. Christian. Don’t run from me, girl; it will make things much worse. We have a secret, you and I . . . oh, yes, and Ryu,...

12. Born-again Zombie (...

By this time, the doctor had recovered some of his aplomb. “This is amazing,” he whispered, his eyes running the length of my body, pausing at my breasts slick with apricot-colored puke. “This girl was pronounced dead two days ago. She was scheduled for autopsy this evening. I know who...