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    Zombiefied!: Outbreak
    Zombiefied!: Outbreak
    Zombiefied!: Outbreak
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    Zombiefied!: Outbreak

    By C.M. Gray

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    The third book in this hilariously spooky and spookily hilarious new middle-grade series!

     


    Benjamin Roy has finally learnt to control his infra-red vision and super-strength, so he's sure his undead life is about to get easier. But being a zombie isn't all grave-dirt and brains. There's bad stuff too.
    Like the creepy teacher at school watching his every move.
    And the dangerous secret haunting his best friend.
    Then things really get spooky when Ben's annoying brother goes missing.
    Will Ben find him in time?
    Or will he stumble across something even scarier than himself?
    Ages 8+

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherHarperCollins Publishers Australia
    Release dateJun 1, 2016
    ISBN9781460704943
    Zombiefied!: Outbreak
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    C.M. Gray

    Carmen Gray graduated from Edith Cowan University (WAAPA) in 1996 and has worked in the design and visual art industry ever since. For the last ten years, she has been teaching art at CQ TAFE & CQ University. She is the author of the Zombiefied! series.

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      Zombiefied! - C.M. Gray

      Dedication

      Contents

      Dedication

      Chapter 1

      Chapter 2

      Chapter 3

      Chapter 4

      Chapter 5

      Chapter 6

      Chapter 7

      Chapter 8

      Chapter 9

      Chapter 10

      Chapter 11

      Chapter 12

      Chapter 13

      Chapter 14

      Chapter 15

      Chapter 16

      Chapter 17

      Chapter 18

      Chapter 19

      Chapter 20

      Also by C.M. Gray

      Copyright

      1

      ‘Help! Please help me!’

      At first I thought I was dreaming because the voice seemed to come from far away.

      I opened my eyes. I could just make out my bedroom in the half-light; only a few rays of sunlight crept in around the curtains. Everything seemed just the same as it had been the night before — my school bag was where I’d dumped it, my clothes from yesterday still lay in a pile on the floor.

      ‘Somebody! Please help!’

      It definitely wasn’t a dream. I rolled onto my side and climbed quietly out of bed, shivering as goose bumps leapt up over my arms. I crept to my door and peered out into the hall. It was deserted.

      I didn’t recognise the voice. But why would a stranger be inside our house? It was barely morning. Not even the birds were chirping yet. Unless . . . unless it was a trap. Maybe somebody knew who I really was. Or what I really was.

      I hesitated. Anybody who knew my secret would stay away, wouldn’t they? I mean, you’d have to be crazy to break into a zombie’s house. Even if they were only a twelve-year-old half zombie like me.

      ‘Anybody! Help!’

      A shiver ran down my spine. They sounded terrified — and I was starting to feel the same way! I tried to breathe slowly.

      Luckily, this is how I really look

      I edged out of my bedroom. Across the hall was Michael’s room. I checked inside as I crept past. The bed covers were draped over the lumpy shape of my big brother.

      He was out for the count. Good! He needed all the beauty sleep he could get, although I doubted it would improve him much!

      I closed my eyes and activated my infrared vision. It felt like a tiny pair of window wipers sliding across my eyeballs. When I opened my eyes again, everything had turned grey.

      After I was infected, I’d discovered that being a zombie wasn’t all bad. I mean, I’m not gonna lie, ’cause it isn’t all great either, but there are some things about it that are kinda cool. Infrared vision is one of them, although it took me ages to figure out how to control my ability to see in the dark. Plus I’m much faster and stronger than I used to be.

      I slipped past Mum and Dad’s room. With my infrared vision activated, I could see their bodies glowing bright orange beneath the blankets. They were both safe in bed.

      ‘Help! Help me!’

      The sound was coming from the study at the end of the hall. The door was ajar a tiny crack but not wide enough for me to see inside. I pushed it open, quickly switching my infrared vision off. I didn’t want to give away my secret by letting someone see my glowing zombie eyes.

      The room seemed empty. The sofa sat in its usual position against the wall. Beside it was a small table that held a lamp and a few magazines. Against another wall stood the desk, and on top of it, the computer. I pushed the door further open.

      ‘Help! Help!’

      My heart pounded. The voice was so close now. It had come from the only spot in the room that I couldn’t see: under the desk.

      The hairs on the back of my neck stood straight up. I crept forward and stopped just beside the desk. Then I leant down and looked under it.

      ‘What the . . . ?!’

      2

      It was Michael.

      We were nose-to-nose for about one second.

      ‘EEEEKKKK!’ My brother gave a loud yelp. His whole body sprang off the floor and his head hit the underside of the desk. ‘Ooowww!’ he rubbed his scalp and glared at me.

      ‘What are you doing here?’ I whispered angrily. I couldn’t believe I’d crawled out of bed at the crack of dawn because of my brother. Although on second thoughts, I could believe it: he was always doing things to annoy me.

      ‘What’s it to you?’

      Suddenly, there was another high-pitched cry: ‘You did it! You saved me! It’s a miracle! A miracle spelt W. O. W.!’ This time, I could see exactly where it came from: in Michael’s hands was a gaming device. On the screen was a girl wearing a sparkly dress and a crown.

      ‘Are you playing Princess Sparkle again?’ I didn’t even try to hide my snort of laughter.

      ‘Get lost!’ Michael turned so I couldn’t see the screen.

      A while ago, our parents had banned Michael from playing violent video games ’cause he’d suddenly started acting weird. They thought the games had affected him, but the truth was, he’d caught a glimpse of my glowing zombie eyes and freaked out. Ever since then, Michael had only been allowed to play stuff made for little kids. Princess Sparkle and Her Magic Glitter is about this princess who throws glitter into the faces of her enemies and says things like, ‘It’s OK not to be perfect!’ and ‘Every day is a second chance!’

      Totally. Lame.

      The weird thing was that after a month or two of playing it, Michael had become even more obsessed with that game than he’d ever been with the violent stuff.

      ‘You’ve done it!’ came Princess Sparkle’s voice again. ‘You’ve unlocked the next level. Remember, there’s no elevator to success. You have to take the stairs.’

      Princess Sparkle

      I rolled my eyes. Princess Sparkle made me want to vomit. As if glitter would be a useful weapon! Luckily, I hadn’t been banned from decent games.

      I yawned and stretched, wondering if I should bother going back to bed. I knew I wouldn’t be able to

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