Jews vs Zombies by Daniel Polansky, Adam Roberts, Sarah Lotz, Ofir Touché Gafla, Rena Rossner, Shimon Adaf, Benjamin Rosenbaum, Anna Tambour Read Free Book Online Page B

beyond the decaying flesh, that the flesh is but a realization of a will. She knows that as well as she knows the origin of the organs that have been made into this shape, Hosea, and the baby she helped deliver just a while ago. Shlomo hits it again. Something like a fart escapes its body. The stench grows. The child-thing starts to shrill, a high pitched, ear-shattering shrill, like the cry of a prisoner being tortured in a concealed, underground cell. And Shlomo hits it again and calls to her. He says, get out of here Sultana, run.
    27.
From: Tiberia Assido
To: Doron Aflalo
RE: Rose of Judea
It’s awful, Doron. I’m here, in the storage room of the lab, with all the pieces of useless equipment.
I’ve just arrived at the lab. Akko was crouched over his keyboard, motionless. I didn’t understand what he was waiting for. I haven’t seen him for a couple of days and he didn’t even turn his head to look at me. Then I realized the screens were all displaying the same words ARRGG, GRRR, ARRGGG, GRRRR, GRRR and some animation of a viscous liquid, a green-yellow jelly, shaking, oozing down the screen, the inside of the screen.
I approached Akko and touched his shoulder. His small body was rigid. His head moved, turned, like it was revolving on the spine. His eyes were opaque, and the skin bloodless, the face without expression. The smile, it had nothing to with the facial muscles. It terrified me. He didn’t say anything.
I retreated, stupid me, to the first door in my sight. The storage room.
It’s terrible. But the panic I felt before, when I walked around the institute, weakened. I’ve already dreamed this scene. I’ve seen it to its last detail, and I know the blows on the door are coming next.
In spite of Akko’s warnings, I connected ARRGGG the laptop to the lab’s intranet. So my GRRRR time is short. The ruined computers here start to hum*%*$#_)++
I’m thinking hard – Rose of Judea, the revelation of Ben-Zoma, the retrieval of the knowledge in Rabbi Shlomo Benbenishi’s era, in the 16th century. I’ve always been bad at pattern&$&$*%( recognition. There must be something ARGGRRR you can tell, some detail you observed, in the story GRRRRG that escaped me.
&what is in our investigation that raise the dead&
&and how to put them back to the dust&
&even the digital ones&
He###########lp me, Do***************ron.
Don’t leave me ARRGGG alone again, in half-light, as you did ARGGGRRR years ago.
Please, DoARRGGG GRRR ARRRRG ARRRG
GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
    28.
[Clear sky, in which huge stars are buried. The moon is like a Chinese brush stroke. Dark trees. A wind is passing through them. Light rustle, like a buzz. Sultana is running out of a hut. She’s terrified. She stops. A Man comes out from the shadow of trees.]
Sultana: Halt, you stranger, tell me who you are.
A Man: I am who I am. Though not whom you assume.
Sultana: And yet, someone you are, whoever that be.
Tell me who.
A Man: The shape, the speech
Are nothing but skin.
Sultana: Now I know, now
Sevenfold my fear grows. You are deceased.
A Man: I told you, body, looks, are but a skin
Which entities would wear to come here.
Sultana: Here. Where is here?
A Man: The Humilitas.
Sultana: My beloved’s flesh you wear, and he is not you.
Who you are, you stranger, tell me.
A Man: Centuries will pass before I’m born and for millennia
I’ve lived, I walked this world, the Humilitas.
Its paths of time are clear to me, I am at home
But this is not my home. The chains of human voices
Of human cries, I left behind, and even then
I’m force to cloak myself with them
If my will is to find my kind’s place within the Worlds.
Sultana: Your kind? Who are they? Who are you? The man
Who spoke from shadows, in this house. What
Was the faith of the dead infant?
Why was my boy snatched from me, and you show
Yourself in semblance of his dead dad?
A Man: Faith,
Conspiracy, simple and transparent, but as for you
Sultana: It’s wrapped in mystery. I do not wish to