Infected 8: Impulse: A Whole New Day Read Online Free
Author: P. S. Power
his power could make things like that happen. At least amongst his friends. Coincidences that otherwise wouldn't make any rational or logical sense happened all the time when he was involved and she was, as strange as it still seemed, related to him. That could make the whole thing more real for her, right?
The girl didn't move, but Ed glared at her for a long time, before she got why that was. She'd claimed they were her cousins. That, and announced that the IPB base, where their protector, Hobbs, lived had been utterly destroyed. Deidre looked almost panicked, though she did it quietly. It was just the kind of person she was. Weak, but nearly silent about it. Also able to produce masses of energy, which started to pour off of her, making Bridget's skin hum in response. It was becoming noticeable, and a few other people on the bus turned to stare at her just then, as Ed patted her back, trying to get her to calm down.
The boy was only thirteen, but where he came from that meant he was a man. One responsible for Deidre, and now Charity, who was cringing back.
A boy who was sitting behind them to the right, cursed, his voice low.
"Fuck... Are you... Infected ?" There was less condemnation in the words than Bridget would have expected normally. Everyone turned to him however and a few others started making some noise about it. Because, in the main, people were sheep.
"Infected! Run !" This came from the front of the bus, a woman who needed to lay off the sweets and to take better care of her teeth turning to point, afraid of the slightly buzzing girl.
Which was fair enough.
"No, my sister and I aren't of that sort. We are merely from an alien world, and not this realm. Rest assured that-" A cell phone hit him above the hairline, making a solid thunk. No one else did anything for a moment, but several people stood, looking ready to die fighting the Infected menace in their midst.
Charity ducked down before a barrage of things came in at them, and Ed tried rather valiantly to cover his sister with his own body. Since, clearly, that was his job. Being the man and all that.
"Stop! This is stupid, she's a friend of mine from school." It was the boy that had started the problem, with his big mouth, who also got up and moved in front of Deidre, being pelted with several things for his trouble. He didn't back off however, which was pretty brave of him. Mobs had been known to kill Infected people, after all. Those that tried to help them, too. That wouldn't be happening here, but there was no way for the boy to know that. That meant he was pretty brave.
Bridget moved to her feet, doing it slowly and trying not to twitch too much, since it was part of her act. She was a high energy person by nature, and the desire to respond to the attack was so powerful it nearly overwhelmed her for a moment, but she held on to her goal, and pulled Deidre by the arm hard enough to get her to stand.
"Come on. This way. We need to get out of here." She was ready to fight, if she had too, but the boy with the loud mouth, his blond hair slightly askew, moved in front of her .
He was decent sized, once on his feet. About six-three and built like a linebacker. She thought that was the phrase. She'd never really gotten into sports, herself. It had seemed a bit boring, knowing that she could do better than anyone allowed to play, with just a bit of practice. He cleared the aisle for them, actually pushing a few men that tried to stop them. Because keeping the Infected people on the bus was clearly the smart thing to do? It was a hectic mess for a bit, since things like that always were, and she kept losing her balance, not being used to walking on stilts with people pushing on her. In the end it was Charity that had to hold her up, until they were out of the contraption. People called after them, using some pretty vile turns of phrase, so they ran. The boy did it first, being smarter than Ed it seemed, who wanted to turn and fight them. Now that he
The girl didn't move, but Ed glared at her for a long time, before she got why that was. She'd claimed they were her cousins. That, and announced that the IPB base, where their protector, Hobbs, lived had been utterly destroyed. Deidre looked almost panicked, though she did it quietly. It was just the kind of person she was. Weak, but nearly silent about it. Also able to produce masses of energy, which started to pour off of her, making Bridget's skin hum in response. It was becoming noticeable, and a few other people on the bus turned to stare at her just then, as Ed patted her back, trying to get her to calm down.
The boy was only thirteen, but where he came from that meant he was a man. One responsible for Deidre, and now Charity, who was cringing back.
A boy who was sitting behind them to the right, cursed, his voice low.
"Fuck... Are you... Infected ?" There was less condemnation in the words than Bridget would have expected normally. Everyone turned to him however and a few others started making some noise about it. Because, in the main, people were sheep.
"Infected! Run !" This came from the front of the bus, a woman who needed to lay off the sweets and to take better care of her teeth turning to point, afraid of the slightly buzzing girl.
Which was fair enough.
"No, my sister and I aren't of that sort. We are merely from an alien world, and not this realm. Rest assured that-" A cell phone hit him above the hairline, making a solid thunk. No one else did anything for a moment, but several people stood, looking ready to die fighting the Infected menace in their midst.
Charity ducked down before a barrage of things came in at them, and Ed tried rather valiantly to cover his sister with his own body. Since, clearly, that was his job. Being the man and all that.
"Stop! This is stupid, she's a friend of mine from school." It was the boy that had started the problem, with his big mouth, who also got up and moved in front of Deidre, being pelted with several things for his trouble. He didn't back off however, which was pretty brave of him. Mobs had been known to kill Infected people, after all. Those that tried to help them, too. That wouldn't be happening here, but there was no way for the boy to know that. That meant he was pretty brave.
Bridget moved to her feet, doing it slowly and trying not to twitch too much, since it was part of her act. She was a high energy person by nature, and the desire to respond to the attack was so powerful it nearly overwhelmed her for a moment, but she held on to her goal, and pulled Deidre by the arm hard enough to get her to stand.
"Come on. This way. We need to get out of here." She was ready to fight, if she had too, but the boy with the loud mouth, his blond hair slightly askew, moved in front of her .
He was decent sized, once on his feet. About six-three and built like a linebacker. She thought that was the phrase. She'd never really gotten into sports, herself. It had seemed a bit boring, knowing that she could do better than anyone allowed to play, with just a bit of practice. He cleared the aisle for them, actually pushing a few men that tried to stop them. Because keeping the Infected people on the bus was clearly the smart thing to do? It was a hectic mess for a bit, since things like that always were, and she kept losing her balance, not being used to walking on stilts with people pushing on her. In the end it was Charity that had to hold her up, until they were out of the contraption. People called after them, using some pretty vile turns of phrase, so they ran. The boy did it first, being smarter than Ed it seemed, who wanted to turn and fight them. Now that he
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