Dead Ice
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I roared through a red light, flinching, hoping the cars all obeyed my lights and not the traffic ones. We got through safely, but it always freaked me out to run a red light. “It’s like they wake up more the longer they’re out of the grave, and if they start to eat flesh they don’t rot as quickly,” I said, risking a glance in the rearview mirror, so I could see Nicky’s serious face.
“So do all murder vics who don’t get their killers turn flesh eater?”
“No,” Manny said.
“This zombie isn’t a murder victim, though, right?” Domino said.
“No, I made certain of that. He died in his bed of disease, not in battle.”
“Do soldiers count themselves as murder vics?” Nicky asked.
“I’ve known it to happen,” Manny said, “but usually not.”
“Manny taught me to be uber-cautious about shit like that, though.”
“The most common flesh eater is a zombie that was an animator, witch, or voodoo priest in life,” Manny said.
“Like you and Anita,” Nicky said.
“Yes,” Manny said, “which is why we both have legal papers in place to be beheaded and cremated upon death.”
“Scary stuff,” Domino said.
I slowed down and turned off the sirens. We were close enough to the restaurant that I didn’t want to spook the zombie. He was far too aware for comfort.
“So this zombie isn’t a murder vic, or a witch, or anything, so why is Anita so worried he’ll start eating people?” Domino asked.
“Because zombies don’t eat anything. They don’t need to eat, because they’re dead, and there’s no reason to put fuel in something that isn’t burning fuel anymore,” Manny said.
I said, “Any time a zombie has ever said it’s hungry, to me it’s hungry for the flesh of the living. I’ve never, ever heard of one wanting to go out for a nice breakfast of sausage and eggs.”
“So you’re afraid when he finishes his food, it won’t satisfy him and he’ll turn on the people in the restaurant,” Nicky said.
“Yes.” I turned off the swirling lights on my SUV as I spotted the big yellow Denny’s sign.
“Exactly,” Manny said.
“So neither of you has ever heard of a zombie eating anything but people?” Domino asked.
“Yep,” I said.
“Yes,” Manny said.
“Okay then,” Domino said, “I understand the rush.”
“Do we start out with the shotgun and rifles?” Nicky asked.
I slowed down, easing through the last bit of traffic as I made toward the restaurant. Once I turned off the lights I was just another car and all the traffic laws applied to me again. I’d had some of the other regular cops explain to me that once the lights and sirens were turned off on an unmarked car, the magic get-out-of-my-fucking-way card vanished. Some people seemed to go out of their way to block you once the light show was over. It was like they resented it or something. It was hard to slow down after driving like a bat out of hell, but I’d learned that the other plainclothes cops were right, and people would get in your way just like now. It made me want to scream at the cars, but an accident this close to the goal would slow me down more than a little bit of traffic.
“No, we go in with just the handguns and what we have on us. Let’s see if I can persuade the zombie to walk out with us; less chance of any innocent bystanders getting hurt,” I said.
“Doesn’t the zombie have to obey you?” Domino asked.
“Normally, yes, but if he goes flesh eater he won’t obey anyone. I can probably hold him with will and magic for a few minutes; if that happens, then go to the car and get the big guns while I try to control the zombie.”
“Combined we might be able to control the zombie longer,” Manny said.
“We’ve combined powers to raise more and bigger dead, true, but I’m not sure how to combine our talents without a blood binding.”
“If we think the zombie is dangerous, cut my hand under the table, or behind our backs, cut yours, and hold on,” Manny said.
“That quick, no words needed, no circle of power?”
“I’m betting we can do it without anything else, just the blood,” he said.
I nodded. “Okay, but only if the zombie doesn’t cooperate.”
“Of course.”
“Do you want one of the shotguns if we have to use them?” Nicky asked.
It took Manny a second to realize Nicky was talking to him. “No, I’m not a shooter.”
“If we have to shoot, then Manny’s part is over, and he takes cover.”
“And when we come back inside with the big guns, how do we shoot the zombie? I know it’s different than shooting people,” Domino said.
“Shoot the legs first,” Nicky said, “so he can’t run; if you don’t have a good leg target take the hands and mouth, those are his weapons. Take the hands and the mouth and he can’t hurt anyone, then shoot his legs so he can’t run, and we move up on him and shoot him to pieces.”
Manny looked from Nicky to me.
“It’s not his first rodeo,” I said.
“I was on the trip to Colorado, too,” Domino said.
“You weren’t with us in the morgue,” Nicky said.
“You weren’t with me in the graveyard,” I said.
“I was protecting Nathaniel, Micah, and his family like I was ordered to,” he said.
“That’s true,” I said, as I finally eased us into the parking lot. I so wished I could give tickets out to people who swarmed in front of me as soon as the lights and sirens stopped. It would have been childish, but satisfying. It looked like a normal late-night Denny’s with a few people at booths and tables; a waitress carried a full tray like nothing was wrong. Great; if no one was running and screaming for help, then the zombie was behaving itself. Once they take a bite out of someone everyone panics; same thing if you shoot someone, violence makes people react like prey animals. You hurt one and the herd scatters to save itself. It was so hardwired into all of us; only training would stop the reaction.
“So why do I feel like I let you down that I don’t know this stuff?”
“This ain’t the time, kid,” Nicky said.
“We’re the same age,” Domino said.
“Only in years,” Nicky said.
I parked in the handicapped spot, because it was the only spot open near the door, but I said a small prayer that no one who really needed it would pull up. I’d learned long ago that there but for the grace of a few injuries go I, or something like that.
I turned and said to Domino, “Either get out of the car and follow our lead, or stay in the car and out of the way.” It was harsh, but I didn’t have time for hand holding, and the fact that Domino didn’t know that was one of the reasons he wasn’t my first choice for marshal work, or a lot of other things.
His face said he was angry, but in that moment I didn’t care. Manny was out on his side of the car. I got out of my side. Domino got out, too. I guess he wasn’t waiting in the car.
 
 
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WE WALKED THROUGH the door with me in my official Windbreaker, the one that read MARSHAL in big letters. If we had to pull weapons I wanted the civilians to know we were the good guys and not robbing the place. The jacket was harder to miss than a badge at my waist. People would also assume that everyone with me was a marshal, too, so it was easier to explain why most of the people with me were armed.