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Out of sight, out of their minds: It's a school-trip splatter fest and completely not cool when the other kids in her class go all braindead on new girl Bobby. The day of the ski trip, when the bus comes to a stop at a roadside restaurant, everyone gets off and heads in for lunch. Everyone, that is, except Bobby, the new girl, who stays behind with rebel-without-a-clue Smitty. Then hours pass. Snow piles up. Sun goes down. Bobby and Smitty start to flirt. Start to stress. Till finally they see the other kids stumbling back. But they've changed. And not in a good way. Straight up, they're zombies. So the wheels on the bus better go round and round freakin' fast, because that's the only thing keeping Bobby and Smitty from becoming their classmates' next meal. It's kill or be killed in these hunger games, heads are gonna roll, and homework is most definitely gonna be late. Combining the chill of THE SHINING, the thrill ride of SPEED, the humor of SHAUN OF THE DEAD, and the angst of THE BREAKFAST CLUB, Kirsty McKay's UNDEAD is a bloody mad mash-up, a school-trip splatter-fest, a funny, gory, frighteningly good debut!
Kirsty McKay, born in the UK, now lives in Boston, Massachusetts. She has written several children’s plays for regional theater; this is her debut novel. Visit her website at www.kirstymckay.com and follow her on Twitter @kirkybean.
A crimson trail leads from the puddle to the front of the bus.
"What the...?" Smitty backs up into me.
The screech comes again, closer this time. I stare into the snow, eyes straining. A vague shape is stumbling in the whiteness.
"Move!" Smitty is behind me now, in the driver's seat. He slams the lever and the door unfolds shut.
"Hey!" I protest, then fall back in shock as the screech appears at the door, slapping hard and fast. Through the glass I see baby blue and yellow, a bundle of blond hair, and shiny pink nails scraping the glass.
"Open the door!" I shout at Smitty. And when he doesn't obey, I scrabble up the steps and hit the lever myself.
A manic figure propels itself into the bus. It's Alice Hicks. She lifts her head, black mascara dripping down her pretty face.