Title: Broken World
Author: Kate L Mary
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Kate L. Mary is an award-winning author of New Adult and Young Adult fiction, ranging from Post-apocalyptic tales of the undead, to Speculative Fiction and Contemporary Romance. Her YA book, When We Were Human, was the 2015 Children's Moonbeam Book Awards Silver Medal Winner for Young Adult Fantasy/Sci-Fi Fiction, and the 2016 Readers' Favorite Gold Medal Winner for Young Adult Science Fiction.
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Movement catches my eye. My heart goes into double time when my head jerks up. Thereâs a man across the street, walking slowly up the hill. He has his head bowed and he stares at the ground.
âA man,â I say, pointing at him.
Axl looks over and we both stand quietly for a few seconds, just watching him. Heâs alone and unarmed, but my heart still pounds. We should just walk away. Leave him alone.
Axl cups his hands around his mouth and shouts, âHey!â
The man stops and lifts his head, but he doesnât look around. He just stands there. I hold my breath while we wait for him to respond, to acknowledge us in some way. But he doesnât. He doesnât do anything. After a few seconds he starts walking again. The same sluggish pace as before: his head down, his arms slack and swinging at his sides. Itâs creepy.
âGuess he donât want company,â Axl says.
I nod, but something inside me tightens. It makes me think of that man we saw in the field a few days ago. He was walking the same way. Aimless. Defeated. Thereâs something unnerving about it.
My scalp tingles and the sensation of being watched sweeps over me. âLetâs get back inside.â
We walk into the lobby and both freeze in our tracks at the sight of a woman standing there. Sheâs wearing a uniformâlooks like housekeepingâand stands perfectly still, staring at the ground. She slowly raises her head and I suck in a deep breath. Sheâs sick. Her face is pale and gray, her skin droops and her eyes are cloudy. She looks awful. Death canât be too far away.
âSon of a bitch,â Axl mutters, pulling his gun out. His body goes rigid and his hands even shake a little.
âThatâs the maid.â
What does he mean? Sheâs wearing a uniform; itâs obvious sheâs a maid. âWhat?â
âThe maid we took the key from,â he says, stepping back. âShe was dead.â
I laugh a little, but it comes out strained and nervous. I canât process what heâs saying. Sheâs clearly alive. Sheâs standing in front of us, staring at us.
âYouâre wrong,â I say.
âI ainât wrong,â he growls, grabbing my arm and trying to pull me back.
I shake him off and take a small step forward. âSheâs sick.â
âVivian, get back!â
I move forward again. âAre you okay? Can we help you?â
She doesnât talk, but she tilts her head to the side and studies me. A chill runs up my spine, but I ignore it. Axl is freaking me out, but heâs crazy. Thereâs nothing to worry about.