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Authors: Darren Shan

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“What are you talking about?” I cut in sharply.

“They stopped feeding us a couple of days ago,” he says, surprised by my tone.

“You mean after the others came back from the experiment?” I press.

“Yeah. They fed us the first day, same as normal, but nothing since.”

I curse loudly and everyone looks at me. I start to get to my feet, to tell them of my suspicions, then pause and sit down again.

I might be wrong. Best not to say anything until I’m certain. I don’t want to stir them up if there’s no real reason for it.

So I keep my own counsel and sit out the shift, the hours dragging even slower than usual. When Reilly comes and takes us away, one by one, like he always does, I wait until he’s leading me back to my cell, then grunt my question at him without looking around. “Are the others being starved because of what I did?”

“Yes,” he says without hesitation. “It was Dr. Cerveris’s idea. I don’t like it, but my vote doesn’t carry much weight round here.”

“My fading eyesight… my improving sense of smell and hearing… that’s part of the regression?”

“Yes,” he says. “Reviveds rely on their nostrils and ears more than their eyes. The others haven’t been denied food quite as long as you have, so they haven’t deteriorated as much as you. But they’ll start to notice a significant change within the next day or two.”

“How long can we go without food before we turn completely?” I ask.

“It varies from one revitalized to another,” he says evenly. “But nobody’s ever lasted more than a week.”

“Are the doctors serious about this? It’s not a bluff?”

“Dr. Cerveris doesn’t bluff,” Reilly says with what sounds like a genuine sigh. “He doesn’t need to. There are other revitalizeds he can turn to.”

“So if I refuse to cooperate…”

I falter, so Reilly finishes the sentence for me. “… then they’ll let Mark and all the other zom heads starve and turn back into brain-dead zombies.”

FIFTEEN

I spend my time in isolation trying to decide whether or not to tell the others about the threat we face. It should be a straightforward call—they have a right to know. But I’m worried about how they’ll react. They kill reviveds because they see them as monsters. If I told them that we need to eat brains to survive, and that we’re being denied the gruel because of my refusal to play ball with Dr. Cerveris and Josh, they might rip me to pieces. Literally.

I’ve seen them do it to others. Killing gives them a buzz, and it’s bull when they say that they only do it because they have to. There’s a good chance they’ll slaughter me if I tell them the truth, in the hope that Dr. Cerveris will restore their rations
if I’m removed from the equation. A lot of normal people would sacrifice me in a situation like this, so I can’t expect too much compassion from a pack of semiliving beasts.

Then again, maybe they deserve the benefit of the doubt. It’s wrong to let them perish in ignorance. And if they kill me, what of it? I’ll be brain-dead in a couple of days anyway. Why drag the rest of them down with me?

“Because they’re bastards,” I mutter, and brood about it some more.

Everyone’s sour as stale yogurt the next day. The lack of
nutrients
is kicking in big-time. The zom heads are wincing at noises, groaning as hunger pangs shoot through them. They can’t understand why they’re being denied the gray gloop or why they feel as rough as they do.

“We must have done something wrong,” Tiberius insists as they knock the issue back and forth.

“Nah,” Gokhan says. “It’s a test, innit? They want to see what we do when we get hungry.”

“I’ll rip Reilly’s head off,” Peder growls. “That’ll show them what
I
do.”

“It isn’t Reilly’s fault,” Danny says. “He’s not enjoying this. It’s bloody Josh who’s behind it.”

“No it’s not,” Cathy shouts, then makes a face and lowers her voice. “It’s Dr. Cerveris. Josh doesn’t have any say in how they test us. It’s the scientists who decide those things. I’ll ask Josh what’s going on the next time I see him.”

“Oh, I’m sure he’ll tell
you
,” Tiberius simpers. “You mean so much to him.”

Cathy flips him the finger, then glares at Rage. He’s the calmest of everyone, watching an old episode of some American sitcom set in a bar, chuckling softly at the punch lines.

“I don’t know why you’re so happy,” Cathy snarls. “You’re part of this too. You’ll starve with the rest of us, no matter how many arses you kiss.”

“Chill, baby,” Rage sniffs. “The Turk’s right. They’re testing us. Once they’ve compiled enough data, they’ll feed us again. They need us. We’re their blue-eyed darlings.”

“Maybe they’re feeding you on the sly,” Danny challenges him. “Maybe that’s why you don’t seem bothered.”

“Believe what you want,” Rage shrugs.

“You never say a bad word against them, do you?” Peder spits. “You’re a right muppet.”

“I relish the easy life,” Rage counters. “If we scratch their backs they’ll scratch ours. You don’t win any prizes for rubbing against the grain. I do what they tell me, treat them with respect and reap the rewards.”

“Do you call being starved a reward?” Mark asks.

“Shut it, Worm,” Rage snaps, then carries on talking to Peder as if he were the one who had asked the question. “They’ve got to treat me the same as everybody else when they’re running a test, stands to reason. But in the normal run of things, by keeping them sweet, I get anything I ask for, films, games, magazines, even girls if I wanted.”

Danny laughs out loud, ignoring the others as they moan and slam their hands over their ears. “
Girls?
” he shrieks. “What the hell would you want with those? We’re all dead down below. We can’t do anything with girls except look.”

“That’s why I said
if
I wanted,” Rage replies smoothly.

Mark is frowning and staring at his groin. This is news to me. I hadn’t realized the boys were impotent, though now that I consider it, it makes sense—no blood flow to stir their sleeping soldiers. If the situation weren’t so dire, I’d have a good old chuckle about it. But they’ve more important things to worry about than dodgy machinery in their boxer shorts. And on impulse, having listened to them waffle on about this all day without saying a word, I suddenly decide to solve the mystery for them.

“It’s because of me. They’re starving you because I won’t torture the reviveds. And they’re not gonna stop until…”

I draw to a halt. Everyone is staring at me, even Rage, who doesn’t look so cocky anymore.

“Go on,” Tiberius says stiffly.

“The gray junk they’ve been feeding us is human brains.”

“We know,” Tiberius says.

“You
know
?” I exclaim.

He shrugs. “It’s obvious. We figured that out months ago. Zombies eat brains, everyone knows that.”

“You never told me,” I huff.

“We didn’t know that we needed to,” Tiberius sneers. “How thick are you?”

“Enough of that,” Rage snaps, getting to his feet. He looks uneasy. “Finish what you were going to say.”

“We need the brains to stay conscious,” I mutter. “Without regular feeds we’ll lose our senses and become reviveds again. And if we do, we can’t recover, we’ll be stuck like that forever.”

Rage stares at me coldly. Everybody else is gaping too.

“They told you this?” Cathy asks.

“Yeah.”

“And you said nothing?” Her voice rises. “You let them starve us, knowing what would happen, not saying a word?”

“I’m telling you now.”

“You bitch!” she shrieks. “That’s the first thing you should have–”

“I’m calling Reilly,” Rage says heavily. “I’m gonna tell him that you’ve agreed to do whatever they ask. Then we’re gonna go tear some zombies to shreds and you’ll hack them up, burn them, slice them into little pieces, and that will be that.”

“No,” I whisper. “They’re people. I won’t do it.”

“You bloody well will,” Rage snarls, stomping towards me.

I stand and face his challenge, hands by my sides. I don’t flinch when he makes a fist and holds it threateningly in front of my face.

“A beating won’t change my mind,” I tell him. “I’ve been in plenty of fights, taken more than my fair share of thrashings. I took them at home too—my dad was handy with his fists, knocked me and Mum around all the time. You can smash me to a pulp, break my arms, snap my fingers, rip my ears off. It won’t matter. I won’t give in.”

“I’ll kill you,” Rage croaks.

“Maybe,” I concede. “I’ll fight back, and I think Josh will stop you before it gets that far, but if you’re tough enough and fast enough, maybe you can finish me off before they intervene.”

“Do it,” Danny says flatly, stepping up beside Rage. “I’ll help.”

“Me too,” Gokhan growls.

“What about the rest of you?” Rage barks.

“I dunno,” Peder says, looking worried. “She’s not like the other zombies that we kill. She’s one of us.”

“But she won’t be if they don’t feed her,” Cathy says, then frowns. “How long before we change?” she asks me.

“No one can last more than a week without being fed, so a few days at most.”

Cathy’s face hardens. “Kill her. If she’s going to revert anyway, we should off her while we can. Otherwise we’ll all turn into reviveds.”

“No,” Mark moans. “We can’t do this. It’s not right. It’s murder.”

“But if it’s us or her…” Rage says heavily.

Tiberius pushes past Rage and glares at me. I wait for him to condemn me too, but to my surprise he comes out with something bizarre. “I was named after Captain Kirk in
Star Trek
.”

Everyone stares.

“I tell people I was named after the river in Rome, but really it was after Kirk. His full name was James Tiberius Kirk. My mum and dad loved
Star Trek
. They made me watch it all the time when I was growing up. Except they didn’t have to make me—I loved it as much as they did. Kirk was my hero.”

“Is this going somewhere, or have you lost your marbles?” Danny huffs.

“Kirk always stood up for the underdog,” Tiberius says. “Every week, him and his crew risked their lives to save others. They killed the bad guys when they had to, but they never killed innocents, not even to save themselves.”

“That was just a TV show,” Cathy jeers.

Tiberius nods. “I know. But it was
right
. I watched Kirk, Bones and the rest of them, and I knew they were doing the right thing. I was sure I’d do the same thing in their position. I used to hope that one day something dangerous would happen to me, so that I could prove how brave and loyal and
human
I was.

“Reviveds are different,” Tiberius says, facing Rage. “I don’t
think Kirk would have fought for a load of mindless, walking corpses. But Peder’s right—B’s one of us. If we kill her, we really will be monsters. And I’m not prepared to let that happen. I’ll fight with her if I have to, die with her if it comes to that.”

Rage holds Tiberius’s gaze, deliberating. The others await his verdict. Finally he grunts and looks aside.

“We’ll think it through some more,” he mutters. “I’ll have a chat with Reilly, see if there’s another way to sort this out. But if there isn’t… well, we’ll discuss that tomorrow. See how we all feel about it then.”

Rage returns to his couch and the others disperse, shooting me dark looks. Mark and Tiberius remain. Mark’s trembling. Tiberius is stiff as a mannequin.

“Thanks,” I mutter, knowing the word isn’t enough.

“Screw you,” Tiberius says. “You’re crazy, making a stand like this. Go away and have a rethink, then start cutting up zombies like you’re told. Because if you don’t, I doubt I can save you next time.” He glances at me and I’ve never seen such an expression before, torn between pride and self-loathing. “I don’t even know if I’ll try.”

Then he storms off and Mark slips away too, leaving me alone, hated, a pariah. But, against all the odds, they didn’t kill me. I’m still alive.

But not, I suspect, for long.

SIXTEEN

In my cell, lying on the bed. The pain is worse than ever. My head throbs and my fingers tremble wildly. I had the dry heaves a while ago, my body in revolt. I tried exercising and keeping active, but now it hurts too much when I move. I think I’m close to the end. All I want is to shut my eyes and drift off. I don’t care if I never regain consciousness.

“I’m sorry,” I whimper, but I don’t know if I’m apologizing to the ghost of Tyler Bayor for killing him, my mum for letting Dad beat her up for so many years and not reporting him, myself for giving up, or somebody else. I’m not at my sharpest at the moment.

There’s a screeching sound from the corridor and I jam my hands over my ears,
groaning weakly. The noises have increased over the last few minutes. I’ve been hearing all sorts of things, explosions, tearing metal, screams. I know they aren’t real. It’s just my brain cascading out of control, warping ordinary sounds out of recognition.

Is this how it is all the time for regular zombies? Is that why they moan so much? I try to imagine a lifetime of this crazy noise, shaking from the hunger, nearly blind, scouring the ruins of the world in search of brains. Some life! Maybe I should end it all before I regress.

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