Warm Bodies

but listen. You can’t quit. As long as you’re still breath— sorry, as long as you’re still moving, it’s not over. Okay?’

I nod.

‘Okay? Fucking say it, R.’

‘Okay.’

She smiles.

‘TWO. EIGHT. TWENTY-FOUR.’

We jolt away from each other as a speaker in the ceiling blares out a series of numbers followed by a shrill alert tone.

‘This is Colonel Rosso with a community-wide notice,’ the speaker says. ‘The security breach has been contained. The infected officer has been neutralised, with no further casualties reported.’

I release a deep breath.

‘However…’

‘Shit,’ Julie whispers.

‘…the original source of the breach remains at large within our walls. Security patrols will now begin a door-to-door search of every building in the Stadium. Since we don’t know where this thing might be hiding, everyone should come out of their houses and congregate in a public area. Do not confine yourself in any small spaces.’ Rosso pauses to cough. ‘Sorry about this, folks. We’ll get it taken care of, just… sit tight.’

There’s a click, and the PA goes quiet.

Julie jumps to her feet and storms into the bedroom. She pulls open the blinds, letting the floodlights burst through the window. ‘Rise and shine, Miss Greene, we’re out of time. Do you remember any old exits in the wall tunnels? Wasn’t there a fire escape somewhere by the sky box? R, can you climb a ladder yet?’

‘Wait, what?’ Nora croaks, trying to shield her eyes. ‘What’s happening?’

‘According to R’s friend, maybe the end of this shitty undead world, if we don’t get killed first.’

Nora finally comes awake. ‘Sorry, what?’

‘I’ll tell you later. They just announced a sweep. We have maybe ten minutes. We need to find…’ Her voice fades and I watch her mouth move. The shapes her lips make for each word, the flick of tongue against glistening teeth. She is holding onto hope but my grip is slipping. She twists at her hair as she talks, her golden tresses stiff and matted and in need of a wash.

The spicy smell of her shampoo, flowers and herbs and cinnamon dancing with her natural oils. She would never say what brand she used. She liked to keep her scent a mystery.

‘R!’

Julie and Nora are staring at me, waiting. I open my mouth to speak, but I have no words. And then the front door of the house bangs open so hard it resonates through the metal walls all the way to where we’re standing. Heavy, booted footfalls pound the stairs.

‘Oh Jesus,’ Julie says in a panicked breath. She herds us out of the room and into the hallway bathroom. ‘Get his makeup back on,’ she hisses to Nora, and slams the door shut.

As Nora fumbles with her compact and tries to re-rouge my rain-stained face, I hear two voices out in the hall.

‘Dad, what’s going on? Did they find the zombie?’

‘Not yet, but they will. Have you seen anything?’

‘No, I’ve been here.’

‘Are you alone?’

‘Yeah, I’ve been here since last night.’

‘Why is the bathroom light on?’

Footsteps pound towards us.

‘Wait, Dad! Wait a second!’ She lowers her voice a little. ‘Nora and Archie are in there.’

‘Why did you just tell me you’re here alone? This is not a time for games, Julie, this is not a time for hide- and-seek.’

‘They’re… you know… in there.’

There is the briefest of hesitations. ‘Nora and Archie,’ he shouts at the door, his voice compressed and extremely loud. ‘As you just heard on the intercom there is a breach in progress. I cannot begin to imagine a worse time for lovemaking. Come out immediately.’

Nora straddles me against the sink and buries my face in her cleavage just as Grigio yanks the door open.

‘Dad!’ Julie squeals, flashing Nora a quick look as she jumps off me.

‘Come out immediately,’ Grigio says.

We step out of the bathroom. Nora straightens her clothes and pats down her hair, doing a pretty good job of looking embarrassed. I just look at Grigio, unapologetic, limbering up my diction for its first and probably last big test. He looks back at me with that taut, angular face, peering into my eyes. There are less than two feet between us.

‘Hello, Archie,’ he says.

‘Hello, sir.’

‘You and Miss Greene are in love?’

‘Yes, sir.’

‘That is wonderful. Have you discussed marriage?’

‘Not yet.’

‘Why delay? Why deliberate? These are the last days. Where do you live, Archie?’

‘Goldman… Field.’

‘Goldman Dome?’

‘Yes, sir. Sorry.’

‘What work do you do at Goldman Dome.’

‘Gardens.’

‘Does that work allow you and Nora to feed your children?’

‘We don’t have children, sir.’

‘Children replace us when we die. When you have children you will need to feed them. I’m told things are bad at Goldman Dome. I’m told you are running out of everything. It’s a dark world we live in, isn’t it, Archie?’

‘Sometimes.’

‘We do the best we can with what God gives us. If God gives us stones when we ask for bread, we will sharpen our teeth and eat stones.’

‘Or make… our own bread.’

Grigio smiles. ‘Are you wearing make-up, Archie?’

Grigio stabs me.

I didn’t even notice the knife coming out of its sheath. The five-inch blade sinks into my shoulder and pokes out the other side, pinning me to the drywall. I don’t feel it and I don’t flinch. The wound doesn’t bleed.

‘Julie!’ Grigio roars, stepping back from me and drawing his pistol, his eyes wild in their deep sockets. ‘Did you bring the Dead into my city? Into my home? Did you let the Dead touch you?’

‘Dad, listen to me!’ Julie says, holding her hands out towards him. ‘R is different. He’s changing.’

‘The Dead don’t change, Julie! They are not people, they are things!’

‘How do we know that? Just because they don’t talk to us and tell us about their lives? We don’t understand their thoughts so we assume they don’t have any?’

‘We’ve done tests! The Dead have never shown any signs of self-awareness or emotional response!’

‘Neither have you, Dad! Jesus Christ — R saved my life! He protected me and brought me home! He’s human! And there are more like him!’

‘No,’ Grigio says, abruptly calm. His hands stop wavering and the gun steadies, inches from my face.