The Reanimation of Edward Schuett by Derek J. Goodman Read Free Book Online Page A

something. She’d said it was being mentioned all over the place on Twitter and she’d asked him if he wanted to by one of those surgical-type masks. A lot of people had been coming in to get them, she had said. Edward had nodded politely and left, holding his tongue against all the obscenities he’d wanted to say to her. It had just been more hysteria created by morons who would believe anything the media told them, just like all the people that had been afraid of the West Nile Virus and the Swine Flu.
    Except he supposed that hadn’t been the case. The outbreak that had begun in Chicago hadn’t been false hysteria after all.
    When he had actually been doing the cookout, though, it had been the car crash that had made him uneasy. Dana was playing on her swing set and didn’t even hear the noise over her own delighted giggles on the swing. The sound hadn’t been too terribly loud, so Edward tried to pass it off as a fender bender and go on cooking his brats. Julia came out and asked him if he had heard it, and he said he had, but she wasn’t too worried. She was more curious than anything. Edward wouldn’t really call her a gossip, but she always wanted to know the latest news about their neighbors, and he supposed she wanted to know if it had been anyone she knew.
    Edward was too preoccupied with making sure the brats were perfect, that sweet spot where they were cooked all the way through but not darker than a deep brown on any side, to notice that Julia went around to the side of the house to the front. He did hear, however, when she screamed.
    The first thing he did when he heard the scream, even before he had checked for Julia, was to look for Dana. She was still on the swing set, sitting at the top of the slide, but her little six-year old eyes were wide as she looked in the direction of the side of the house. Edward turned to look at the same place and completely forgot about the brats.
    Julia was running toward him holding her left wrist. He could see the blood dripping from it and splashing on the grass as she ran, but he didn’t yet fully register that she was hurt. As he abandoned the grill and went to stop her in her panicked flight he became aware that hers wasn’t the only scream in the air. Somewhere else in the neighborhood there were other screams, men and women both, as well as other noises he couldn’t quite identify yet. The noises were loud and yet deep, like the wind blowing through empty canyons, sounds that had no right being heard in a quiet neighborhood in Heartland America.
    “Get Dana inside! Get her inside!” Julia screamed, and even though Edward had no idea what was happening his instincts told him to do exactly what she said. He ran to the swing set and grabbed his daughter as Julia ran in the house through the back door, and as he was pulling the startled and now crying girl off the slide he looked in the direction Julia had come from. He saw the first of the monsters coming around the side of the house, a creature that looked human except for its uneven walk and the unidentifiable guts hanging from the wide gash in its stomach. His hand went up to cover Dana’s eyes, but he couldn’t look away. He couldn’t help but continue staring even as the thing shambled closer, and only when he saw a second one coming up behind the first did he realize he should be running for the safety of the house.
    As soon as he was through the door Julia slammed it behind him, although she wasn’t able to manage much force. She looked pale, and the blood was still flowing from her arm at an alarming rate. He set Dana down in the living room and ran to get something to bandage Julia’s arm, although all he’d been able to find on such short notice had been a couple of t-shirts. They at least slowed down the blood, and while Julia slouched exhausted in Edward’s arms he had stared out the living room window to see all the insane carnage going on outside. He had no idea what those things were or