I Came Back As A Zombie And They Wanted My Kidney Chapter 09

I Came Back As A Zombie And They Wanted My Kidney Chapter 09

In her final hours with me, Mom found a soft silk scarf. She gently tucked my severed arm against my chest and tied the scarf behind my neck, fashioning a simple sling to hold it in place.

Dad made call after call, reaching out to the most renowned priests and occult practitioners across the country.

But none of them could bring the dead back to life.

At 4 a.m., the priest texted.

[2 hours left. Let her be.]

[Her only wish is to see the Millers. I’ve made contact on the other side.]

Dash held my phone. Read the message over and over.

“Your foster parents…” He looked up.

“Were they good to you?”

“Yeah.”

“They got me a cake every birthday.”

“Frank biked me to school.”

“Martha made the best fish stew.”

“They saved up. Bought me dresses.”

Dash and Eleanor were too grief-stricken to speak.

Harrison stood by the window. Back to us. Shoulders shaking.

5 a.m. First light hit the window.

My right hand started to fade. Fingertips first. Turning to dust.

Eleanor lunged for me. Grabbed at the nothing.

“Wait! Please! Just a little longer!”

Dash was on his knees. Holding my legs.

“Don’t go… You only just came back thirty days ago… I never even got to…”

He couldn’t finish.

I looked down at him. The fading was speeding up.

My knees were gone.

“One last thing. I need you to do something for me.”

“Sera got me and my foster parents killed. I need you to make sure her trial ends right.”

“Don’t let her get away.”

Dash nodded. Tears hitting the floor.

“I swear.”

Sera’s trial came fast.

First-degree murder. She was the mastermind.

Her adoptive father carried it out. But she planned it.

Her money funded it, her timing planned it.

Three days before the DNA match was confirmed.

Dash sat in the front row. Silent the whole time.

Sera looked like hell. No makeup. Puffy face. Hollow cheeks.

Jail hadn’t been kind.

She saw Dash. Tried to look pathetic.

“Dash… you came to save me?”

He didn’t answer.

The prosecutor laid it out.

Sera finally broke. “My father forced me! He said if I didn’t get rid of her, I’d lose everything!”

“I’m a victim too! I was only eighteen! I had no idea what I was doing!”

The judge asked. “Did you know your father’s plan?”

Silence.

“Phone records show a nine-minute call to your father an hour before the crash. Did you confirm Wren was home that night?”

Sera went sheet-white.

“I just… mentioned she was there. I didn’t know he’d…”

“Your WhatsApp records show you sent the Millers’ address. A floor plan, and their schedule two days prior.”

“You marked the bedroom on the east side. Thinnest wall.”

Sera lost it. Screaming on the stand.

“It’s not fair! They stole my parents’ real daughter! They were working with human traffickers! They deserved it!”

Gasps in the gallery.

Dash shot up.

“The Millers were farmers. They spent all their savings to ransom her from human traffickers.”

“They saved her. And you say they deserved to die?”

“Who pays for the three people you killed?”

The gavel came down.

Seraphina Vance. First-degree murder. Life imprisonment. No parole.

Clyde Vance. Death penalty. With a two-year stay.

Leo Farley. Death penalty. Immediate execution.

Dash walked out of the courthouse.

Lit a cigarette on the steps.

Opened his phone. Checked the notes.

One line had a checkmark beside it.

[Make sure Wren gets justice. Done.]