Nora Greene személy
Idézetek
– Kértek bort? ’86-os Mouton Rothschild. A zamatát tekintve azt mondanám, hogy nyami, némi kibaszott finom mellékízzel.
285. oldal
Vigyázat! Felnőtt tartalom.
Rosso ezredes szerint a világ városainak alig 30 százaléka funkcionál még valamennyire, úgyhogy hacsak a zombik meg nem tanulnak olvasni… nem igazán kíváncsi mostanság a világ az irodalomra. Valószínűleg végül a biztonságiaknál kötök ki.
– Fogd már be, Perry – szólal meg Julie, és belebokszol a vállamba. – Az emberek igenis olvasnak.
– Tényleg? – kérdi Nora.
– Hát, én olvasok. Kit érdekel, csinálnak-e még könyveket?
Ha az embereket annyira leköti az építkezés meg az öldöklés, hogy nincs idejük táplálni a lelküket, hát csesszék meg. Csak írd le egy papírra, amit akarsz, és add ide nekem. Én majd elolvasom.
Marad a nyakkendő, akármennyire is nem illik a piros selyem a képbe. Julie segít megkötni. Megfésüli a hajam, és bedörzsöli valami zselével. Nora alaposan befúj férfidezodorral.
189. oldal
“Fine. Sorry for dehumanising you, R.” She wiggles her left hand's four remaining fingers. “Eat a few of these and call us even?”
38
“Hold up, big man,” Nora says, stepping over him to open a cabinet. “Very tough and impressive, forgetting you just got shot…” She pulls out a gallon of vodka and thumps it down on the counter. “…but we’ve got to get that mess cleaned.”
“Your opinion as a nurse?” M grunts. “Or just a girl who wants my shirt off?”
“Oh yeah,” Nora purrs as she unpacks Tomsen’s first-aid kit. “Nothing gets me hot like a septic gut wound.”
one: the ladder
Tomsen looks shocked. “Nora punched you?”
“Oh yeah.”
“Why would Nora punch you? I thought you were friends.”
Julie shrugs. “Sometimes friends punch each other.” She looks at the floor and a nostalgic smile creeps over her face. “That’s how we became friends, actually.”
“Is that usually how it happens?”
one: the ladder
“So Marcus,” Julie calls back to him as he stumbles toward the front, “try not to despair too hard, okay? These things find a way to work out.”
He looks at her blankly. “I ate her brother.”
Julie shrugs. “Yeah, well… not all of him.”
one: the ladder
“Our mom was Catholic,” Nora says. “She taught us we were eating chunks of Christ’s risen flesh every time we took the Eucharist. Is your stuff crazier than humans eating a zombie?”
two: the attic
“I mean… R may be awkward and kind of a whiny bitch… but if there’s one thing he’s got going for him, I’d have to say it’s his character.”
Julie glances over at her. “You think so?”
“Have you ever seen anyone try harder to be a good person? Everything’s a moral puzzle with him. He agonizes over every step. It’s fucking annoying, to be honest.”
Julie looks back at the ceiling. “That’s what I don’t understand. How could he be a monster for so long and then become who he is now? Is it just the magic reset of being Dead? Did he… cheat his way into a new life?”
“I’m sure that’ll be a big topic in post-plague philosophy,” Nora says.
two: the attic