The Haunted Traveler Vol. 2 Issue 1

caused you to die.”
Billy spotted the globe, when I turned slightly to the
courtroom, and wouldn't break his line-of-sight from my
hands behind my back.
“Alright,” I said, “You can hold the pretty shiny
globe, while you point out to us who took your precious
young life away from you.”
Billy reached his hands out, as if the snow globe was
corpse candy. He moaned, in his little boy voice, and looked
up, at me. His face was pale, but somehow his eyes showed,
not happiness, zombies couldn't express that, but satisfaction.
Totally confident, that the pre-trial was about to be over, I
walked back toward the prosecutor, Ms. Lee.
Anastasia Lee was a young bleach-blond power attorney,
twenties; wearing a sharp gray suit, and boasting a
killer track record of wins. I was two secs away from teasing
her for blinking her long eyelashes, and watching me do all
the work, when I heard a loud crash of glass shattering on the
floor.
Moke the bully and his band of merry dimwits
laughed.
“Look at the dead dork,” Moke said. “He sucked as a
pitcher, and he sucks as a zombie. Maybe you should try life
as a vampire, Billy! At least they suck on purpose.”
Billy pointed at the three boys. “Killers,” he said.
My head tilted in confusion. “What?”
“Drugged dad,” Billy said, “and beat me...with...dad's
golf clubs. Placed in dad's hands...fingerprints.”
Moke, who was supposed to have left the courtroom,
anyway, stood up, and pointed hysterically. “He's lying!
You're not going to believe him, are you? He talks too much
and he's a stupid—”
A large piece from the broken snow globe pierced
Moke right between his eyes.
“Strike one,” Billy said, and reached down for an-
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