Suckers - J.A. Konrath
Suckers - J.A. Konrath
Suckers - J.A. Konrath
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I go to the cops, and you get put in a nice room with soft rubber walls so you don’t hurt<br />
yourself?”<br />
“I’m not crazy! Roberta is one of the walking dead!”<br />
“More like the swaying dead.”<br />
He got in my face. “Admit she’s undead!”<br />
“No.”<br />
“But she moves! See!”<br />
He made her do a little dance.<br />
“You’re making her move using pulleys and ropes, like some strange sad puppet.”<br />
He raised the hammer, aiming for the same spot where he hit me before. “Say she’s a<br />
zombie!”<br />
“She a zombie,” I said quickly. “You’re a genius who has conquered death. I’m in awe of<br />
your brilliance.”<br />
He stared at me hard, and then spun and yanked the dead chick closer. I realized she was<br />
naked, and her boobs were missing. I always notice little things like that. Her skin had become<br />
dark brown and wrinkly, like a giant raisin. Whack job had also cut some blue eyes from a<br />
magazine or poster, and stapled them over her eye sockets. Her teeth were bared, the corners of<br />
her mouth turned up. Twist ties, to make it look like she was smiling.<br />
It was kind of endearing, in a raving psychotic way.<br />
“Roberta does seem sort of tired today.” He caressed what was left of her cheek. “Perhaps<br />
she needs another treatment. I shall fetch the Rejuvenation Ray!”<br />
He scuttled insanely off, and I wondered what time it was, and if his butt ugly whore of a<br />
second wife had remembered to call Lieutenant Jackie when I failed to check in. Then I<br />
remembered I’d given her a bottle full of piss and told her it was apple juice, so I probably<br />
couldn’t count on that particular horse to come in.<br />
Like it had happened so many times before, the burden of saving my own skin rested on my<br />
own skin. I needed to figure out some sort of ingenious plan to escape. If I could only do that,<br />
then I’d be free.<br />
Freak boy returned, pushing a wheeled wine cart stacked with electronic equipment. He<br />
shoved it in front of his living undead zombie wife who was really just a putrefying corpse.<br />
“Behold the Rejuvenation Ray, Mr. McGlade!”<br />
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