Chapters (51)
- Book 2 of The Newsflesh Trilogy
- MIRA GRANT
- BOOK I
- Point of Infection
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- BOOK II
- Vectors and Victims
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- BOOK III
- The Mourning Edition
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- BOOK IV
- Immunological Memory
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-one
- Twenty-two
- BOOK V
- The Rising
- Twenty-three
- Twenty-four
- Twenty-five
- Twenty-six
- Coda: Living for You
- Twenty-seven
- Acknowledgments
- extras
- meet the author
- introducing
- BOOK I
- From the Dead
- One
- Contents
- BY MIRA GRANT
- Praise for Feed
- Copyright
Judging by the loud swearing now coming from behind me, Becks and Mahir hated it even more. “Turn that crap off!” shouted Becks, smacking me hard on the back of the head.
I grinned as I turned the volume down. “Good morning, sunshine.” Kelly was hiding a smile behind her hand. That was good. The more relaxed we all were going into this, the better our chances of getting out alive. “Sleep well?”
“I should shoot you in the bloody head, dump you on the side of the road, and go back to the motel for another six hours of not being in this van,” said Mahir.
“That’s a yes. Water’s in the cooler. Who needs caffeine pills?”
Everyone needed caffeine pills. Kelly handed them out, three to a person. We all gulped ours, me with Coke, Mahir and Kelly with water, and Becks dry. I didn’t say anything. Some people blast pre-Rising rock music, some people put on lab coats, and some people try to prove they’re the biggest badass around. If it made her feel better, I didn’t have a problem with it.
The maintenance lot was just as easy to access as Kelly said it would be. Only one blood test was required to pass the gate, and it was conducted by an unmanned booth. “Can’t say I think much of their security,” I said. “Portland was a lot harder to get into.”
“Portlad was also open when you went there,” Kelly said. “Trust me. It only gets worse from here.”
Somehow, I didn’t want to argue with her about that.
I parked as close to the building as I dared, maneuvering the van into a space tucked mostly behind a large steel generator cage. Becks was out before I’d even turned off the engine. She turned in a slow circle, pistol out and held low in front of her, where she wouldn’t be slowed by the process of trying to draw. Mahir followed her out, looking less immediately aggressive as he took up his position next to the van. I glanced to Kelly.
“You ready for this?”
“No,” she said, and got out of the van.
I sighed. “Am I ready for this?”
No, said George. But it’s too late to turn back now.
“I guess that’s fair.” I opened the ashtray and dropped the keys inside. If I didn’t make it out of the building, the others wouldn’t need to worry about trying to hotwire the van before they could escape. “Check this out.”
I opened the door and got out.