The Laughing Corpse

The eyes just stared at me, obedient as only the dead can be. It would sit there in the hallway until it got specific orders contradicting mine. Thank you, dear God, that a zombie is a zombie is a zombie.

“What’s happening?” Wanda asked. Her voice was broken into sobs. She was near hysterics.

I crawled to her. “It’s alright. I’ll explain later. We have a little time, but we can’t waste it. We’ve got to get out of here.”

She nodded, tears sliding down her bruised face.

I helped her up one last time. We limped towards the monster. Wanda shied away from it, pulling on my sore arm.

“It’s alright. It won’t hurt us, if we hurry.” I had no idea how close Dominga was. I didn’t want her changing the orders while we were right next to it. We stayed near the wall and squeezed past the thing. Eyes on the back of the body, if it had a back and a front, followed our progress. The smell from the ru

Wanda opened the door to the outside world. Hot summer wind blew our hair into spider silk strands across our faces. It felt wonderful.

Why hadn’t Gaynor and the rest come to the rescue? They had to have heard the gunshots and the screaming. The gunshots at least would have brought somebody.

We stumbled down three stone steps to the gravel of a turn around. I stared off into the darkness at hills covered in tall, waving grass and decaying tombstones. The house was the caretaker’s house at Burrell Cemetery. I wondered what Gaynor had done to the caretaker.

I started to lead Wanda away from the cemetery towards the distant highway, then stopped. I knew why no one had come now.

The sky was thick and black and so heavy with stars if I’d had a net I could have caught some. There was a high, hot wind blowing against the stars. I couldn’t see the moon. Too much starlight. On the hot seeking fingers of the wind I felt it. The pull. Dominga Salvador had completed her spell. I stared off into the rows of headstones and knew I had to go to her. Just as the zombie had had to obey me, I had to obey her. There was no saving throw, no salvaging it. As easy as that I was caught.

Chapter 39

I stood very still on the gravel. Wanda moved in my arms, turning to look at me. Her face by starlight was incredibly pale. Was mine as pale? Was the shock spread over my face like moonlight? I tried to take a step forward. To carry Wanda to safety. I could not take a step forward. I struggled until my legs were shaking with the effort. I couldn’t leave.

“What’s the matter? We have to get out of here before Gaynor comes back,” Wanda said.

“I know,” I said.

“Then what are you doing?”

I swallowed something cold and hard in my throat. My pulse was thudding in my chest. “I can’t leave.”

“What are you talking about?” There was an edge of hysteria to Wanda’s voice.

Hysterics sounded perfect. I promised myself a complete nervous breakdown if we got out of here alive. If I could ever leave. I fought against something that I couldn’t see, or touch, but it held me solid. I had to stop or my legs were going to collapse. We had enough problems in that direction already. If I couldn’t go forward, maybe, backwards.

I backed up a step, two steps. Yeah, that worked.

“Where are you going?” Wanda asked.

“Into the cemetery,” I said.

“Why!”

Good question, but I wasn’t sure I could explain it so that Wanda would understand. I didn’t understand it myself. How could I explain it to anyone else? I couldn’t leave, but did I have to take Wanda back with me? Would the spell allow me to leave her here?

I decided to try. I laid her down on the gravel. Easy, some of my choices were still open.

“Why are you leaving me?” She clutched at me, terrified.

Me, too.

“Make it to the road if you can,” I said.

“On my hands?” she asked.

She had a point, but what could I do? “Do you know how to use a gun?”

“No.”

Should I leave her the gun, or should I take it with me, and maybe get a chance to kill Dominga? If this worked like ordering a zombie, then I could kill her if she didn’t specifically forbid me to do it. Because I still had free will, of a sort. They’d bring me, then send someone back for Wanda. She was to be the sacrifice.

I handed her the .22. I clicked off the safety. “It’s loaded and it’s ready to fire,” I said. “Since you don’t know anything about guns, keep it hidden until Enzo or Bruno is right on top of you, then fire point-blank. You can’t miss at point-blank range.”

“Why are you leaving me?”

“A spell, I think,” I said.

Her eyes widened. “What kind of spell?”

“One that allows them to order me to come to them. One that forbids me to leave.”

“Oh, God,” she said.

“Yeah,” I said. I smiled down at her. A reassuring smile that was all lie. “I’ll try to come back for you.”

She just stared at me, like a kid whose parents left her in the dark before all the monsters were gone.

She clutched the gun in her hands and watched me walk off into the darkness.

The long dry grass hissed against my jeans. The wind blew the grass in pale waves. Tombstones loomed out of the weeds like the backs of small walls, or the humps of sea monsters. I didn’t have to think where I was going, my feet seemed to know the way.

Was this how a zombie felt when ordered to come? No, you had to be within hearing distance of a zombie. You couldn’t do it from this far away.

Dominga Salvador stood at the crown of a hill. She was highlighted against the moon. It was sinking towards dawn. It was still night, but the end of night. Everything was still velvet, silver, deep pockets of night shadows, but there was the faintest hint of dawn on the hot wind.

If I could delay until dawn, I couldn’t raise the zombie. Maybe the compulsion would fade, too. If I was luckier than I deserved.

Dominga was standing inside a dark circle. There was a dead chicken at her feet. She had already made a circle of power. All I had to do was step into it and slaughter a human being. Over my dead body, if necessary.

Harold Gaynor sat in his electric wheelchair on the opposite side of the circle. He was outside of it, safe. Enzo and Bruno stood by him, safe. Only Dominga had risked the circle.

She said, “Where is Wanda?”

I tried to lie, to say she was safe, but truth spilled out of my mouth, “She’s down by the house on the gravel.”

“Why didn’t you bring her?”

“You can only give me one order at a time. You ordered me to come. I came.”

“Stubborn, even now, how curious,” she said. “Enzo, go fetch the girl. We need her.”

Enzo walked away over the dry, rustling grass without a word. I hoped Wanda killed him. I hoped she emptied the gun into him. No, save a few bullets for Bruno.

Dominga had a machete in her right hand. Its edge was black with blood. “Enter the circle, Anita,” she said.

I tried to fight it, tried not to do it. I stood there on the verge of the circle, almost swaying. I stepped across. The circle tingled up my spine, but it wasn’t closed. I don’t know what she’d done to it, but it wasn’t closed. The circle looked solid enough but it was still open. Still waiting for the sacrifice.

Shots echoed in the darkness. Dominga jumped. I smiled.

“What was that?”

“I think it was your bodyguard biting the big one,” I said.

“What did you do?”

“I gave Wanda a gun.”

She slapped me with her empty hand. It wouldn’t really have hurt, but she slapped the same cheek Bruno and what’s-his-name had hit. I’d been smacked three times in the same place. The bruise was going to be a beaut.

Dominga looked at something behind me and smiled. I knew what it would be before I turned and saw it.