Journal of the Undead (Book 1): Littleville Uprising Read Online Free Page B

had been a sharp rise in gory, violent crimes. Shortly after John Campbell and his family were delivered to the hospital, there were attacks on an orderly, two nurses and a doctor. At the grocery store, a seventy-five-year-old woman was bitten by a mugger who’d tried to steal her pocketbook. After twenty-plus stitches the old gal had a heart attack and died. In the same strip mall, a couple of teens were assaulted by a drifter. If it hadn’t been for his rookie partner, Officer Scott Raines would have happily forgotten the whole bloody mess with the Campbells, but Kepler insisted they were somehow linked together.
    By far, the most gruesome event had taken place near Ursinus College’s campus. By the time the police arrived on the scene, both male and female partygoers had been shredded to the bone. The sole survivor had lost copious amounts of blood and was clearly in shock. After the hospital administered some powerful sedatives, she calmed down enough to speak with Kepler and Raines. The co-ed sounded stoned and her words slurred, but she managed to stay awake long enough to give a statement.
    “Our party was totally raging. We had loads of liquor and … oops! I can’t believe I just told the cops I was drinking. Are you gonna take me to jail?”
    “As long as you tell us the absolute truth, you won’t be brought up on charges. You have my word,” Raines said.
    “M’kay ... but you promised. Anyway, a buncha guys showed up but they looked like they’d started partying long before they got there. They were, like, really sloppy … slurring and tripping over stuff. One of ‘em slumped in the corner and passed out. I’m not really sure how long he was out, but it seemed like forever. It’s just so wrong, ya know? Our party was amazing. We were sure the whole campus would be talking about it for weeks. Hmm, guess they still will, just not for the same reason. Anyway, it wasn’t until most people left, or disappeared with their hook-ups, that we noticed him. That one guy was still in the corner. We decided to let him sleep it off and we all sorta crashed. Some passed out on the sofa and some were sleeping on the floor. I was in my bedroom with Hunter and … oh God. You cannot tell my parents that! Seriously, you can’t, okay?”
    “We’re not concerned with who was in your bedroom. Just keep going. You’re doing fine.” Raines shook his head as he scribbled, ‘She’s killing me’ on his notepad for his partner to see. Kepler coughed to cover his laugh.
    “We heard screaming. That’s what woke us up. When we came out, there was blood, like, everywhere. M-My s-s-sisters were …” She dissolved into inconsolable sobbing. The officers tried to comfort her, but she was beyond rational discussion. “I-I don’t wanna talk about this anymore.”
    Her loud cries attracted the nurses who bustled in, scowling at the officers. The more the nurses fawned over her, the louder she bawled. Finally, Officer Scott Raines’ patience was exhausted.
    “Enough!” Raines bellowed. He then changed his tone to one of compassion before continuing, “I understand that you are upset and you saw something horrible. But if you don’t help us, we can’t protect you, or anyone else. For all we know, the murderer is still out there and you, YOU, are the only surviving witness. Help us, help you.”
    “Yeah,” Kepler added, playing his role in the good cop/bad cop scenario, “because if you don’t, we’ll charge you with everything from obstruction of justice to underage drinking. Not to mention, if your parents bail you out, they’ll get to see your rap sheet and confession.”
    The girl’s eyes widened and her jaw dropped. After a minute, she stopped bawling and regained her composure. She dismissed the nurses and agreed to continue.
    “Okay, where was I?” Her voice wavered but she was determined to finish her statement. “Bodies, at least five, maybe more, were on the floor covered in blood. It looked like