The Abandoned Trilogy (Book 1): Twice Dead (Contagion) Read Online Free PDF

smells that no one else can even pick up, unless they happened to be a blood hound. Not pleasant.
                  “Yuck,” Eden said digging her spoon into the thick chicken soup, and scooping some up, “The carrots smell funny.”
                  Shannon came out the kitchen with bowls of fruit salad on a tray, and Eden began to whine to her about the carrots smelling funny.
                  Shannon ignored her, and I said nothing, but I knew on this occasion that Eden had a point. The carrots were actually on the turn; Shannon had left them in their plastic bags instead of putting them in the vegetable box by the freezer when they had been delivered and they had been overlooked for nearly a week. I had heard her tell another staff member the day before that she would have to use the carrots up soon or they would have to be binned. No one else had noticed because the chicken soup was thick with sweet potatoes, leeks, onions, beans, and so forth.
                  I shuddered at the thought of having such a strong sense of smell, it would drive me mad, but Eden was easily distracted by Jasmine nudging her and telling her to hurry up and finish eating so they could watch telly. This made her quickly forget the fermenting carrots in her soup bowl.
                  The Gorilla ambled off into the kitchen to get his lunch, and Seb swore, and would have probably thrown the radio at him, but I got in his way, blocking his line of sight. I grabbed his arm and before he could swear at me as well, I said quickly, “I need you to check your computer.”
                  Seb opened his mouth to tell me to fuck off, but my hand moved to make the adapted Makaton signs of “Help, danger,” whilst looking at him intently. Adapted Makaton is as much about hand symbols as it is about the expressions on your face and lip syncing.
    Seb’s arm dropped to his side. He frowned, but he then pushed the joystick on his wheelchair forward and moved swiftly around the lunch table.
                  “Can’t you fix the telly Seb?” Jasmine said as she reached for her orange juice, “We want to watch EastEnders.”
                  “Not yet,” Seb said as he slid passed her, “Anyway it’s recording, you can watch it later.”
    Seb’s room was two doors from mine. He hit the PAT system on the wall and the door swung outward. I followed him.
                  His room smelt of man sweat and as well as being a veritable shit hole. There were clothes scattered all over the floor, and he ran over them in his chair, cursing when a shirtsleeve got tangled in his wheel. He yanked it free and tossed it onto his bed.
    There were dozens of open DVD cases scattered about with their contents spilling across the carpet, but the worst thing was the empty cans of diet coke lined up on the dressing table opposite his bed with chewed spit balls stuck to them.
                  “You are gross,” I said as I limped to his side as he slid his wheelchair under his desk. He didn’t answer as he was firing up his computer.
                  “Go online,” I said to him as the computer screen turned blue and icon after icon slid into view. I winced at his screen saver, a naked woman in high heels sucking on a thick silver chain.
                  Like Phoenix, he tried to go to a particular site. The message in red flashed across the screen.
                  “What the hell…” Seb said in surprise.
                  “It’s the same on Phoenix’s computer, and mine.”
                  “Are you taking the piss?” Seb said and I laughed.
                  “Do you think I am capable of doing something like that?” I said, “Look at your mobile phone.”
                  “Why the fuck should I…” he began, but I pushed my mobile under his nose where he saw the