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  “They went to one of the medical labs.”

  Maddy knew where those were. She made it there in ten minutes even without her skates, though she didn’t bother trying to get inside. She found the janitor’s closet she’d discovered in her first few days here, ducked into it, then into the access corridor nobody else seemed to know about. From there she followed the sound of voices until she found the lab they were in. From the access corridor she could see right through the air vents.

  “It’s still a person,” Mr. Sylvan said. “A sick person.”

  “It’s a dead person, risen from the dead. A zombie or something, for God’s sake.” That was Mr. Kunis.

  Dad shook his head. “We don’t even know for sure how the infection is spread. I mean, they shoot that stuff out of their noses and mouths, but what about before that? What about after? How did it start? None of us here are doctors. What if we’re infecting everyone? We should’ve killed it.”

  “It was already inside the front doors. Was it trying to get back inside because it remembered? Are they intelligent enough, or was it just a accident? What if it told others outside before it died about what we have down here? What if it was just the one left behind while the rest went for…I don’t know, an army or something. What if they’re rallying?” Mr. Kunis shook his head.

  Mr. Sylvan liked to wear colorful sweater vests. He’d been a third grade teacher. He liked to listen to classical music during reading time. Now he said, “I say we kill it. Again.”

  “And then what?” Dad asked.

  “Burn it,” Mr. Kunis suggested.

  They couldn’t. That would totally ruin it, and Maddy hadn’t seen it up close yet. So she did what seemed the most natural thing. She pulled the fire alarm.

  Watching the men scramble would’ve been fun enough without the bonus of sneaking into the medical lab after they’d run out and finding the monster. But there it was, a man about her dad’s age, wearing a torn and dirty suit. They’d tied his hands behind him to the chair. Also his feet.

  Maddy stood in front of him. “Hi.”

  He didn’t answer, just snapped at her like a dog on the end of a chain. Then he went still. Maddy watched him for a minute or so, well out of his reach.

  His nose holes were black and ragged. So were the corners of his mouth and eyes. That was from the stuff that came out of him, like that preacher guy on TV.

  Maddy moved closer, looking for any signs of dandelion seeds or whatever that stuff was, but couldn’t really see anything. This guy smelled bad, but still like sweat and dirt. Not like something dead. Dead things smelled much worse.

  “My name’s Madison.”

  The man twitched so the legs of the chair rocked, but even though his eyes were looking at her, she could tell he wasn’t really seeing anything. Closer, she bent to look. Something moved across his eyeball, something small like a tadpole or one of those things they’d learned about in health class. A sperm. It wriggled, tiny and black, in the whiteness before disappearing.

  “I’m gonna figure out what makes you work,” Maddy said.

  The man lunged forward, teeth going for her throat, but she had a pencil in her pocket and it slipped into his eye without a problem. Goo oozed out, but Maddy didn’t care. That was part of the experiment.

  The man’s head fell back. She studied the stuff on the end of her pencil, but couldn’t see any more of those little swimming things. “Hmmm.”

  She’d never been in any of the medical labs, mostly because there were so many other cool places to explore and she already knew about scalpels and needles. It was a pretty small room, connected to another one. It had a sink, a metal table. A few chairs, one of which the man was tied to. A cabinet, inside of which she found packages of sterile suture kits.

  Perfect.

  47

  Not their first kiss, but definitely the last either would ever have.

  Her mouth slid along his throat, her teeth tearing at the flesh so that by the time she got to his lips she already had a mouthful of him. His hands dug into her waist, pulling her closer. His tongue thrust inside her mouth, seeking the punishment of her teeth.

  He worked his fingers deeper into her as heat rose between them. Her arms went around him, her mouth back to his neck to feast there. His knee slid between hers, pressing upward.

  Once she had melted into his embrace, but this time a different sort of passion took over. Her decimated foot hooked behind his, jerking, and they tumbled onto the sand with a cracking of bones. She landed on top of him, his skull thudding on the sodden sand. Their teeth clashed and cracked; she spit out the shattered pieces and used the sharp edges to slice away at the curve of his shoulder.

  He yanked one hand free from the prison of her flesh, and she let out a long, low noise of mourning at the loss of him inside her. Then she was the one on the bottom as they rolled in the sand, her hair tangling in his fist as he pulled her head back so far the tendons creaked and muscles tore. His teeth found her throat, pressing and digging, and she offered herself up to this invasion.

  Their clothes were already threadbare and torn from their journeys, the fabric easier to tear even than the skin beneath. He stripped her naked in a minute while she did the same for him. No lingering looks, no adoring gaze. There was nothing of love in this.

  Only hunger.

  Her fingers raked runnels into his back when he fucked into her. He put his hand over her mouth, clutching until his fingertips punctured her cheeks and she opened for his kiss. She pushed upward, hard, and they rolled again. Over and over, sand and shells slicing into each of them in a way that couldn’t begin to compare to the damage they wrought with their teeth and hands.

  On top of him, she broke both his wrists as she pinned them above his head. He didn’t stop moving inside her, every thrust harder than the last. Something tore deep inside her.

  Pain had left her a while ago, but now it returned as pleasure and everything else began to slip away with the force of it. No more thought. There was only beautiful agony and calamitous desire.

  They ripped and gouged and bit and fought and fucked. They tore each other apart. Bit and swallowed until their stomachs bulged.

  They devoured and consumed each other and still weren’t sated, but there was no more to be had. What remained of his hand cupped the ravages of her face. The rest of them had become indistinguishable, one from the other, every part of him mixed with every part of her. Darkness edged what remained of her every thought, the relief of it like fire even greater than this passion that had set them upon each other, and just before everything went black forever, one last word centered itself in her consciousness. One last thought to send her on her way to wherever it was she was going.

  My name, she thought, is Kathleen.

  Then the water came up and took away all the bits and pieces of them, until only the sea was left.

  48

  He fought her, of course. Apparently even dead things clung to life when they got a second chance at it. Maddy didn’t care. He was tied up and couldn’t really move, no matter how much he struggled and snapped and bit out at her, though honestly, she had needed to fix the dumb set of knots her dad and the other guys had used. If she hadn’t, this thing would’ve been loose an hour ago.

  It would’ve been better if she could’ve strapped him down to the table, but it wasn’t really set up for that and he was too big and heavy for her to move to another of the rooms where they had tables that were. She’d had to be satisfied with pushing the chair forward until his forehead smacked the table and using duct tape to keep him still.

  It had to have something to do with their brains, she figured that much. All the science shows she’d ever watched made it real clear — you could live for a while if something pumped your heart and lungs for you, circulated your blood and stuff, or put a tube into your stomach to feed you. But if your brain was dead, the rest of you was dead too.

  These things were dead and came back, so it had to be something in their