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havefun?〃 

〃Sure;〃 I said。 〃We watched zombies eat people。 It was great。〃 

His eyes narrowed。 

〃'Night; Dad。〃 

He let me pass。 I hurried to my room。 

I lay in my bed a few minutes later; resigned as the pain finally made its appearance。 

It was a crippling thing; this sensation that a huge hole had been punched through my chest; excising my 
most vital organs and leaving ragged; unhealed gashes around the edges that continued to throb and 
bleed despite the passage of time。 Rationally; I knew my lungs must still be intact; yet I gasped for air and 
my head spun like my efforts yielded me nothing。 My heart must have been beating; too; but I couldn't 
hear the sound of my pulse in my ears; my hands felt blue with cold。 I curled inward; hugging my ribs to 
hold myself together。 I scrambled for my numbness; my denial; but it evaded me。 

And yet; I found I could survive。 I was alert; I felt the pain—the aching loss that radiated out from my 
chest; sending wracking waves of hurt through my limbs and head—but it was manageable。 I could live 
through it。 It didn't feel like the pain had weakened over time; rather that I'd grown strong enough to bear 
it。 

Whatever it was that had happened tonight—and whether it was the zombies; the adrenaline; or the 
hallucinations that were responsible—it had woken me up。 

For the first time in a long time; I didn't know what to expect in the morning。 

5。 CHEATER 




〃BELLA; WHY DON'T YOU TAKE OFF;〃 MIKE SUGGESTED; his eyes focused off to the side; not 
really looking at me。 I wondered how long that had been going on without me noticing。 

It was a slow afternoon at Newton's。 At the moment there were only two patrons in the store; dedicated 
backpackers from the sound of their conversation。 Mike had spent the last hour going through the pros 
and cons of two brands of lightweight packs with them。 But they'd taken a break from serious pricing to 
indulge in trying to oneup each other with their latest tales from the trail。 Their distraction had given Mike 
a chance to escape。 

〃I don't mind staying;〃 I said。 I still hadn't been able to sink back into my protective shell of numbness; 
and everything seemed oddly close and loud today; like I'd taken cotton out of my ears。 I tried to tune 
out the laughing hikers without success。 

〃I'm telling you;〃 said the thickset man with the orange beard that didn't match his dark brown hair。 〃I've 
seen grizzlies pretty close up in Yellowstone; but they had nothing on this brute。〃 His hair was matted; 
and his clothes looked like they'd been on his back for more than a few days。 Fresh from the mountains。 

〃Not a chance。 Black bears don't get that big。 The grizzlies you saw were probably cubs。〃 The second 
man was tall and lean; his face tanned and windwhipped into an impressive leathery crust。 

〃Seriously; Bella; as soon as these two give up; I'm closing the place down;〃 Mike murmured。 

〃If you want me to go…〃 I shrugged。 

〃On all fours it was taller than you;〃 the bearded man insisted while I gathered my things together。 〃Big as 
a house and pitchblack。 I'm going to report it to the ranger here。 People ought to be warned—this 
wasn't up on the mountain; mind you—this was only a few miles from the trailhead。〃 

Leatherface laughed and rolled his eyes。 〃Let me guess—you were on your way in? Hadn't eaten real 
food or slept off the ground in a week; right?〃 

〃Hey; uh; Mike; right?〃 the bearded man called; looking toward us。 

〃See you Monday;〃 I mumbled。 

〃Yes; sir;〃 Mike replied; turning away。 

〃Say; have there been any warnings around here recently—about black bears?〃 

〃No; sir。 But it's always good to keep your distance and store your food correctly。 Have you seen the 
new bearsafe canisters? They only weigh two pounds…〃 

The doors slid open to let me out into the rain。 I hunched over inside my jacket as I dashed for my truck。 
The rain hammering against my hood sounded unusually loud; too; but soon the roar of the engine 
drowned out everything else。 

I didn't want to go back to Charlie's empty house。 Last night had been particularly brutal; and I had no 
desire to revisit the scene of the suffering。 Even after the pain had subsided enough for me to sleep; it 
wasn't over。 Like I'd told Jessica after the movie; there was never any doubt that I would have 
nightmares。 

I always had nightmares now; every night。 Not nightmares really; not in the plural; because it was always 
the same nightmare。 You'd think I'd get bored after so many months; grow immune to it。 But the dream 
never failed to horrify me; and only ended when I woke myself with screaming。 Charlie didn't e in to 
see what was wrong anymore; to make sure there was no intruder strangling me or something like 
that—he was used to it now。 

My nightmare probably wouldn't even frighten someone else。 Nothing jumped out and screamed; 〃Boo!〃 
There were no zombies; no ghosts; no psychopaths。 There was nothing; really。 Only nothing。 Just the 
endless maze of mosscovered trees; so quiet that the silence was an unfortable pressure against my 
eardrums。 It was dark; like dusk on a cloudy day; with only enough light to see that there was nothing to 
see。 I hurried through the gloom without a path; always searching; searching; searching; getting more 
frantic as the time stretched on; trying to move faster; though the speed made me clumsy… Then there 
would e the point in my dream—and I could feel it ing now; but could never seem to wake 
myself up before it hit—when I couldn't remember what it was that I was searching for。 When I realized 
that there was nothing to search for; and nothing to find。 That there never had been anything more than 
just this empty; dreary wood; and there never would be anything more for me… nothing but nothing… 

That was usually about when the screaming started。 

I wasn't paying attention to where I was driving—just wandering through empty; wet side roads as I 
avoided the ways that would take me home—because I didn't have anywhere to go。 

I wished I could feel numb again; but I couldn't remember how I'd managed it before。 The nightmar
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