Through the Zombie Glass
Alice Bell has lost so much.Family. Friends. A home.She thought she had nothing else to give. She was wrong.After a new zombie attack, strange things begin to happen to her. Mirrors come to life, and the whispers of the dead assault her ears. But the worst? A terrible darkness blooms inside her, urging her to do very wicked things. She’s never needed her team of zombie slayers more, but ultra bad-boy Cole Holland, the leader and her boyfriend, suddenly withdraws from her… from everyone. Now, with her best friend Kat at her side, Ali must kill the zombies, uncover Cole’s secret and learn to fight the darkness.But the clock is ticking… and if she fails at a single task, they’re all doomed.
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THE WHITE RABBIT CHRONICLES
Iâve lost so much.
A dear friend.
My new home.
My purpose. My pride.
And itâs my fault. I can blame no one else.
I and I alone let the darkness in.
Zombies stalk the night. Forget blood and brains. These monsters hunger for human souls. Sadly, theyâve got mineâ¦
Alice Bell has lost so much. Family. Friends. A home. She thought she had nothing else to give. She was wrong.
After a new zombie attack, strange things begin to happen to her. Mirrors come to life, and the whispers of the dead assault her ears. But the worst? A terrible darkness blooms inside her, urging her to do very wicked things.
Sheâs never needed her team of zombie slayers more, but ultra bad-boy Cole Holland, the leader and her boyfriend, suddenly withdraws from herâ¦from everyone. Now, with her best friend Kat at her side, Ali must kill the zombies, uncover Coleâs secret and learn to fight the darkness.
But the clock is tickingâ¦and if she fails at a single task, theyâre all doomed.
To three bright lights in my lifeâShane, Shonna and Michelle
Contents
âThe battle line between good and evil runs through the heart of every man.â
âAleksandr Solzhenitsyn
A Note From Ali
Where should I begin?
With travesty? Heartache?
No. I donât want to begin with where I am now.
I donât want to end that way, either.
Weâll start with this. A truth. Everything around us is subject to change. Today is cold. Tomorrow, heat will come. Flowers bloom, then wither. Those we love, we can grow to hate. And life...life can be perfect one minute and in shambles the next. I learned that lesson the hard way when my parents and beloved little sister died in a car crash, shattering every corridor of my heart.
Iâve done my best to weld the pieces back together, butâtick, tock. Another change.
A change that cost me everything.
The respect of my friends. My new home. My purpose. My pride.
My boyfriend.
And itâs my fault. I can blame no one else.
One mistake gave birth to a thousand others.
I knew there were monsters out there. Zombies. I knew they werenât the mindless beings movies and books portrayed them to be. They exist in spirit form, unseen to the ungifted eye. Theyâre fast, determined and, at times, smart. They hunger for the source of life. Our spirits.
I know, I know. Thatâs laughable, right? Invisible creatures determined to feast on humans from the inside out? Please. But itâs true. I know, because I became an all-you-can-eat buffetâand offered my friends as dessert.
Now Iâm not just fighting the zombies. Iâm fighting to save the life Iâve grown to love.
I will succeed.
Tick, tock.
Itâs time.
Chapter 1
Begin at the Beginning
A few months earlier
More and more Iâd been dreaming about the crash that killed my parents and younger sister. I relived the moments as our car flipped end over end. The sounds of metal crunching into pavement. The stillness when everything was over, and I was the only one awake...maybe the only one alive.
Iâd struggled to free myself from the seat belt, desperate to help little Emma. Her head had been twisted at such an odd angle. My motherâs cheek had been slashed open like a Christmas ham, and my fatherâs body had been thrown out of the car. Panic had made me stupid, and Iâd hit my head on a sharp piece of metal. Darkness had swallowed me whole.
But in my dreams, I watched my mother blink open her eyes. She was disoriented at first, moaning in pain and trying to make sense of the chaos around her.
Unlike me, she had no problem with her seat belt, freeing herself and turning, her gaze landing on Emma. Tears began to rain down her cheeks.
She looked at me and gasped, reaching out to place a trembling hand on my leg. A river of warmth seemed to rush through me, strengthening me.
âAlice,â she shouted, shaking me. âWake upââ
I jolted upright.
Panting, my body dotted with perspiration, I scanned my surroundings. I saw walls of ivory and gold, painted in swirling patterns. An antique dresser. A furry white rug on the floor. A mahogany nightstand, with a Tiffany lamp perched next to a photo of my boyfriend, Cole.
I was in my new bedroom, safe.
Alone.
My heart slammed against my ribs as though trying to burst free. I forced the dream to the back of my mind and moved to the edge of the bed to peer out the large bay window and find a sense of calm. Despite the gorgeousness of the viewâa garden teeming with bright, lush flowers that somehow thrived in the cool October weatherâmy stomach twisted. Night was in full bloom, and so were the creepies.
Fog that had brewed on the horizon for hours had finally spilled over, gliding closer and closer to my window. The moon was round and full, set ablaze with orange and red, as if the surface had been wounded and was bleeding.
