Tara stared at her brother’s corpse as it lurched towards her, eyes empty of everything that made up the boy she had known. Though the sight of him had taken her by surprise, it was not the sight of the dead walking that shook her but the knowledge of how he could have been reanimated that filled her with disgust and outrage.
Donovan was speechless and terrified yet filled with a hope he never imagined he would feel again. Time seemed to slow to a crawl as he reached out and touched the impossible sight before him. It felt real; skin and hair and muscle with life somehow breathed back into it. He was real, standing only a foot away.
Nicky leaned in and kissed Jenn softly as he slipped a hand underneath her skirt, slid his fingers up her inner thigh. She leaned back, pulled him on top of her. All of the stress their explosive argument minutes ago slipped away and left the only tension he felt in his jeans.
After speaking with the police, Donovan brought Percy back to his house so he would not be alone while his parents traveled back from New York on the next available flight.
The room was exactly how Donovan had seen it when he blacked out playing video games. Chains hung from the ceiling, blood and other fluids stained the walls and carpet and Donna and Peter were on the floor, long since dead.
Donovan stood on the white sands of Undover State Beach. It was his eighth birthday and to celebrate, his mother had brought him, Asa and Tara on a rare trip to the ocean. It was a special treat, just for Donovan, who had always loved the water. Asa was never a fan but always went along with it, even swimming in the ocean, as much as he hated it.
Tara was already awake and busy preparing breakfast when Donovan wandered downstairs followed by a nervous Percy. Even though Percy knew Tara did not care about her brother’s sexuality and that she would never say a word about it or that the two of them had been involved for five months to his father, he did not think he could look her in the eye. He sat down beside Donovan and kept his head down.
Donovan was half asleep when something tapped his window. Drowsy and unconcerned with whatever was outside, he ignored it until the tap became a bang. He jumped, threw off his blanket and hopped to his knees with his fist tight and pulled back.
Donovan opened the front door to find an excited Cameron bouncing on his front porch. He was used to his friend doing strange and random things when the mood struck but he was in the middle of the one day where he did not appreciate his childish behavior.
Donovan watched from his bedroom window as Brent, his sister’s boyfriend of three years, drove off, very likely for the last time. He had proposed, again. And again, his sister had said no. Donovan knew, without being told, that it would be the last time Brent asked.