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“Damn.”
“Tom! I need to get out of here!” begged Chong as he twisted away from the horn. This time it missed him by inches.
“Benny, Nix … head back to the road. Cross it and go into the other side. Find a tree you can climb and wait for me.”
“What are you going to do?”
“Just do it!”
Benny and Nix obeyed, but they ran only a dozen yards and then slowed to watch as Tom took a few steps toward the enraged rhino and aimed his gun.
“Sorry about this, old girl,” Tom said aloud.
The sound of the shot was strangely hollow. A pok! Benny expected it to be louder. The bullet hit the rhino in the shoulder. The creature howled, more in anger than in pain, but a second later it lunged at Chong.
Tom fired again, aiming at the creature’s muscular haunch. The rhino shrieked, and this time there was pain in its cry.
It turned with mad fury in its eyes … and charged Tom.
“Why doesn’t he shoot it in the eye?” demanded Nix, but Benny shook his head.
As the rhino rumbled past where they stood, Benny and Nix waved with silent urgency at Chong. He saw them, hesitated, looked at the retreating back of the rhino, and did nothing.
“Crap!” growled Benny. “He’s too scared to move.”
Then something pale rose up out of the weeds behind Chong.
“Lilah!” gasped Nix.
“Why didn’t you idiots climb a tree?” she demanded. “What was all that running around?”
She didn’t wait for an answer, and instead grabbed Chong’s shoulder and fairly dragged him along behind her. The four of them ran through the grass and shrubs toward the trees and then out onto the road.
“In here,” Lilah commanded, pointing, and the four of them plunged into the woods on the far side of the road. They ran through sticker bushes and hanging vines and leaped a gully and then broke into another clearing. At the far side was a squat and solid tree with a stout limb that dipped low. “Go!”
They raced to it and one by one jumped for the limb. Lilah shoved their butts upward, and when it was her turn she crouched and sprang, caught the limb as nimbly as a monkey, and climbed to safety.
Far away they heard two more hollow gunshots.
And then nothing except the triumphant roar of the rhinoceros.
FROM NIX’S JOURNAL
Tools of the Zombie Hunter Trade, Part Three
Tom Imura’s sword is a katana. That kind of sword was developed in ancient Japan by the samurai—the elite warrior class. The katana originated in Japan’s Muromachi period (1392–1573). Samurai sometimes wore a second, shorter sword called a wakizashi with it, but that one was used for committing suicide if the samurai felt his honor had been lost.
(When I asked Tom why he doesn’t carry the short sword, he said, “I believe in survival, not suicide. Besides, aren’t there already enough dead people in the world?”)
The katana is known to be the sharpest sword in the world.
His sword is called a kami katana. He says it means “spirit sword” or “demon sword.” Kind of cool, but a little freaky, too.
His kami katana has a twenty-nine-inch blade and a ten-and-three-quarters-inch handle. The handle was originally wrapped in black silk, but when that wore down, my mom covered it in silk and leather with some Celtic knots worked into the design.
(Mom really loved Tom.) I miss her. So does Tom.
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