Clash of the Worlds. Ned Vizzini
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Название: Clash of the Worlds
Автор: Ned Vizzini
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Детская проза
isbn: 9780007465880
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“The only way to stop a zombie is by destroying its brain,” she said, fighting tears.
“I’m going to go and try to talk to him,” Cordelia said, unhooking Eleanor’s arms from around her. “Maybe if we can get him to remember us, he can turn back? Maybe it’s not too late?”
Brendan, still slumped against a pair of Fat Jagger’s massive teeth, looked up as Cordelia approached.
“Hey, Bren,” Cordelia spoke softly. “It’s me, Cordelia … Are you still in there, buddy?”
Eleanor peeked out from behind a molar, as Cordelia got even closer to their undead brother.
“Brendan, come on, I know you recognise me,” Cordelia said, now just a few feet away from him. “We don’t always get along … but it’s me, your sister, Cordelia. Can you say Cordelia?”
The corners of Brendan’s mouth slowly widened and his eyes glowed with life again, in what could have only been a sign of recognition. As Brendan’s lips parted further, it was clear to Cordelia that he was trying to smile! She reached out to help him up, and his smile grew even wider.
“It’s OK, Brendan,” Cordelia spoke softly, offering her hand for support. “I knew you could fight through it!”
CRUNCH!
Brendan’s teeth clamped down on to Cordelia’s hand before she even knew what was happening.
“Ouch! He bit me!” Cordelia shrieked.
Cordelia screamed as she looked at the gruesome bite wound on her hand. She wondered if she might faint just from seeing it.
Eleanor joined in with Cordelia’s screams until the colossus’s mouth sounded like a haunted house. Cordelia looked up from her throbbing hand to see Brendan slowly chewing on his own arm like he was munching on a chicken tender.
“Don’t eat yourself, you jerk!” Cordelia yelled, slapping Brendan across the face with her good hand.
Suddenly Jagger’s mouth shook violently, sending all three Walker children flying.
“What happened?” Cordelia asked as she stood up uneasily, still holding her injured hand.
Eleanor knocked twice on Fat Jagger’s lower lip. He understood the signal and opened his mouth just enough for Eleanor to peek outside.
“We made it out of the bay!” Eleanor shouted excitedly.
But her excited expression instantly turned to one of horror. Coming right at them were helicopters, police boats, SWAT trucks and patrol cars, all loaded to the brim with enough firepower to take out a whole family of Fat Jaggers.
Across the city of San Francisco, the residents feared that another Great Earthquake was upon them as the ground shook and rumbled. As cars rattled on their tyres and anti-theft security alarms blared. As windows shattered, causing sleeping children to scream out into the early morning fog. As the entire city pounded to a steady beat like it was sitting atop a huge bass drum at a Rolling Stones concert.
But it was no earthquake.
Rather, it was a huge colossus named Fat Jagger bounding across the city in long loping steps. Crushing mailboxes, trees and parked cars under his massive feet as he ran through streets.
Several helicopters were in close pursuit, including a small SFPD chopper and a dark green military helicopter manned by members of the US National Guard. A stream of large-calibre bullets ripped across the sky and tore into the giant’s back like a swarm of angry wasps.
A second later, a series of missiles erupted from the twin cannons mounted just below the whirring blades of the National Guard helicopter. They zipped across the faded pink sky and connected with the colossus. The colossus screamed in pain, his teeth gritted together to keep his mouth closed.
Inside Fat Jagger’s mouth, the Walker kids screamed as pinholes of light started to appear in his cheeks from the large-calibre machine-gun fire. Cordelia pushed Eleanor down on to Fat Jagger’s tongue, behind a row of molars, as blood pooled around their feet.
They peeked over the gumline and spotted their zombie brother. Not only had becoming a zombie robbed Brendan of his youthful looks, but also his sense of personal safety. He stumbled around Jagger’s tongue, right in the middle of the fire fight. Gunfire exploded all around him.
“We need to help Brendan!” Eleanor screamed over the deafening battle.
Cordelia was about to respond, but it was too late. The National Guard helicopter let loose another burst of high-calibre rounds, sending Brendan sprawling on to Fat Jagger’s tongue.
“Brendan, noooo!” Eleanor shrieked.
Cordelia quickly hugged Eleanor, shielding her eyes. Brendan’s body lay in the middle of Jagger’s tongue.
How could this have happened? Cordelia let her face fall into Eleanor’s shoulder; she was too shocked to even cry. Cordelia thought she might never be able to move again. But then the sound of a low groan caused her to lift her head quickly.
Brendan’s head rolled as if coming out of a very deep sleep. He slowly climbed to his feet to resume the search for a snack. He was much more interested in finding something to munch on.
“What?” Cordelia said.
She had just seen her only brother shot with enough force to stop an elephant, and now he was walking around like everything was fine.
“I told you! Zombies can only be stopped if their brains are destroyed,” Eleanor explained. “You should put down Pride and Prejudice and read The Zombie Survival Guide sometime!”
The two sisters wanted to run and hug their brother, but didn’t since it was likely that he would take a bite out of their faces if they tried.
Suddenly, Fat Jagger rocked violently to the right, sending the three Walkers sprawling once again. Every bullet, missile and rocket impact could be felt inside Jagger’s mouth and a gust of hot air rushed out of his lungs each time he winced in pain.
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