Amnesty Gray

Amnesty Gray - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

“Amnesty really loved to dance. She’d have a fifteen minute spaz session in her room when she thought no one was looking. She used to take ballet lessons all through grade school up to sophomore year. But halfway through the year she decided to quit. It was probably to do with her grieving period...” Avon Grey, sister

Men were twirling me around, my gorgeous black silk and bead dress spinning around me. My hair didn’t come undone.

What more could a girl ask for right?

As we stopped the final dance, clapping slightly for the Nazi German guy who conducted us all to a conclusion, the guy with whom I was previously dancing with turned to me.

“Hey Amnesty. You’re looking amazing tonight. The ballet has paid off.”

“Oh, Daniel. Hey. Thanks.” My next door neighbor beamed, the smile most girls fainted for turning my way. Really, I didn’t understand this thing with girls and hot guys smiling. A simple stretching of lips with a showing of the teeth to display amusement; it wasn’t really that swoon-worthy.

I sighed, feeling the buzz of the prompter against my leg.

“Sorry Dan, gotta go.”

As he stumbled for words, I ran out the back of the gymnasium, amidst bewildered faces and hormone-ridden bodies. The Academy’s last surgery had inserted a mechanism that allowed me to read the hormone levels in a human’s body, so that I could tell what emotions they were feeling. Apparently, this was supposed to help when civilians were caught in cross-fire. But now it just gave me a headache.

Pulling my .22 magnum mini revolver from its sheath on my thigh and held it in my palm, keeping it hidden from the teenagers around me but at the ready.

A stray zombie had gotten loose from the Underground. As the vibrations continued in a morse code type sequence, the prompter told me that the zombie was being kept under surveillance at the private asylum, for reckless behavior and the attempted murder of a vampire. The prompter gave me clearance to shoot to wound, so the Sweepers could bring him in. Apparently the charges against him weren’t that great in magnitude that I could kill him.

Drifting away from the tangled crowd and prying eyes of teachers, I slid into the shadows and crouched into the building. Flinching, I stuck my fingers in my eyes to activate the built-in night-vision contacts. Looking around, blinking to adjust my vision, I located the rogue zombie perched on one of the school towers, looking down at the young students below. He was probably deciding between which delectable morsel to use as a snack. Well he wouldn’t get his chance.

Discarding my heels in the grass, I snuck up the sides of the building, creeping slowly and silently across the tiled roof towards the motionless zombie. This guy creeped me out a little, sitting so still. It must’ve been one of the older ones to have such a trained stance. But the prompter would’ve notified me if I was dealing with one. As I crept closer to the figure, the revolver clutched firmly in my left hand, I flicked my gaze downwards, to make sure that none of my peers had seen me. Thankfully they were all milling around, some piling into expensive cars, others running off into the surrounding woods.