Melman Madagascar Sick Novels & Stories

Two hunters go in, flashlights on and guns raised. “It’s safe,” I say dryly. “We already killed the zombie in the attic.” I toss an energy ball up to light up the foyer, well aware the hunters are looking at me like I’m the Wicked Witch of the West. Easton sits Melinda down on the stairs and Lucas closes the door. “How bad is it?” I ask, looking down at Melinda’s leg. “Bad,” Lucas answers for her. “Her blood pressure is dropping, and her heart rate is slow.”