Midlife Zombie Hunter (Forty Proof, #5)

by Shannon Mayer

“This is where I’ll wait. I can feel a boundary line up ahead. In animal form, you won’t trip any alarms, not if you cross it one at a time. Spread out. Be cagey. Like a cat.” Her wink at me was not lost on Eammon. “What shape are we taking?” he barked. Though it might have been a bit more like a meow. As he was talking, I got a serious twinge in my guts to let out a fart. Like the cramping, bloated feeling of air trying to push its way out of your body, and you cross your legs in the hopes that it doesn’t escape you and, if it does, no one notices. Suzy leapt out of the car, and apparently, I wasn’t the only one struggling. A fart tore out of her that sounded as though it could have ripped her pants. Kinkly giggled. Eammon laughed. Only when he laughed, it came out both ends. He was still in the car. The noise was not lacking in smell. Gagging, Eric and I tumbled out of the car at the same time. Again, my guts grumbled, and a squeaker snuck out. “That’s the spell activating in your body,” Penny said. “I’m going to use that excuse the next time I let one slip.” I leaned on the trunk of the car as a chorus of rumbles worked its way out of all of us. Kinkly squealed and flew to the other side of the road. “I swear there is a green fog rolling from all of you!”