When
I returned to school the next Monday, it became a little harder to
ignore that something had changed. Getting out of bed in the morning was
even more difficult than usual. I mean, yeah, sure, I had stayed up
super late the night before finishing up a forty-man raid with some
dudes on the west coast. But it’s not like that was new to me or
anything.
Everything
looked different as I entered into the vivid, fast-paced chaos of my
high school. I stared, bleary eyed, at the mobs of students, my
theoretical peers, moving in and out of doorways, around lockers,
through the halls. They looked like schools of tropical fish, brightly
colored and somehow swimming in formation despite the disorder around
them. I wondered what it’d be like to move among them. I mean, yeah, I
walked among them. But I wanted to, you know, swim. It seemed like
everyone else had figured out some sort of secret, had learned how to
make our time in this ocean bearable.
Until
then all I’d wanted was to wait out the rest of my teen years in the
hopes that I’d earn passage into a bigger, better, infinitely more
interesting world. Now, for the first time, I wondered if that had been a
mistake. I mean, what if this was all I got in the end? Maybe I should
have been making the most of it. After all, if I really were dead and
gone, how many of them would even notice?
I
sighed as I opened my locker, wondering if everyone who had a near
death experience got this emo about it. I was reaching up for my biology
book when something crashed into my locker door, slamming it closed.
“You OK, man?” asked a guy from my Algebra II class as he retrieved his wayward football.
“Sure,”
I replied, a little startled. He gave me a quick once over, then nodded
before trotting back to his friends down the hall. I reached into my
locker again to grab the textbook when I noticed a small cut on the
middle finger of my right hand, and white indentations on the tips of
the other three fingers.
What the hell?
The
hand worked just fine as I pulled the book down, my fingers functioning
normally as they curled around the cover and carried its weight for the
short journey between shelf and backpack. It should have hurt like hell
when the locker slammed into them.
Max
McKay gets a second chance at life when, after a bizarre accident on
his sixteenth birthday, he is reanimated as a new breed of thinking,
feeling zombie. To secure a spot for his eternal soul, Max must use his
video game prowess as well as the guidance of Steve the Death God to
make friends and grow up. As if all that weren’t hard enough, Max
discovers that he’s not the only zombie in town. As he enlists the help
of his new friends, Adam and Penny, to solve the mystery of their
un-dead classmate, Max discovers that he must level up his life
experience in order to survive the trials and terrors of the upcoming
zombie apocalypse. And, even worse, high school.
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Genre – YA
Rating – PG
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