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David leaves – and comes back Jude came back to try and talk me around – about an hour later. David’s breathing had become extremely laboured. He was still fighting but, but like all the other guys bitten before him, was definitely losing the battle – just as we had all expected. Jude put her hand on my shoulder and said as gently as possible, in the circumstances: “It’s time, Pete. You can do no more. Leave him with us and we’ll attend to him.” Jude was OK, someone my Dad would have called ‘a good sort’ but, despite this, I turned to her and blind fury suddenly welled up in me: “I said he’s not going anywhere! Don’t you understand? My brother is not going to join the zombies outside.” She withdrew her hand slowly and flicked an almost imperceptible glance sideways. I felt my head explode briefly and then everything went black. This, apparently, was ‘Plan B’, the plan to use if I didn’t change my mind about casting David outside of the library and into the hands of the zombies. I awoke with a sickening pain in my head. Jude was beside me once again but I had been trussed up. I was lying on a cold, hard floor and couldn’t move. I looked at her. I’m not sure if she completely felt my hatred for her at what had happened. It’s just that she was the one who was there – she was thus the object of that hatred. She bowed her head and muttered: “It’s done, Pete. David died and we’ve put him outside. You can’t do anything more for him.” Bullshit! David and I were not just brothers. We were identical twins. His joy had always been my joy. His pain had always been my pain. And so it must always be.
Cornish[kw]
Y has Davydh – ha dehweles. Jude a dhasdheuth rag ow ferswadya – wosa a-dro dh’unn our. Y fia ha bos anellans Davydh kales dres eghenn. Ev a wre hwath batel erbynn an kleves mes, kepar ha’n bolatys vrethys kyns, yth esa orth hy helli, yn sur, dell waytsen ni oll. Jude a worras hy leuv war ow skoedh ha leverel hwekka galla: “Termyn ywa, ‘Beder. Ny yllydh gul travyth moy. Gas e dhyn ni. Ni a yll attendya orto ev.” Hegar o Jude. Ow thas a allsa hy helwel “sort dha” mes, yn despit dhe henna, my a omdreylyas rag mires orti hag, a-dhistowgh, y tardhas dhiworthiv konnar dhall: “My re leveris seulabrys nag usi ev ow mos le vyth! A ny gonvedhyth? Ny omjun ow broder gans an zombis yn-mes.” Hi a dhasgemmeras hy leuv yn lent ha flykkya, anwelys yn ogas, gowolok a- denewen. Ena, yth heveli ow fenn dhe dardha – ha’n bys o du. Yn apert, ‘Towl B’ o hemma, an dowl bos devnydhyes mar ny dhaspredersen a- dro dhe dewlel Davydh yn-mes, yntra diwla an zombis. My a dhifunas gans dolor ow kwana dhe’m penn. Unnweyth arta, yth esa Jude a’y esedh rybov mes y fien kelmys gans kordenn. Yth esen a’m gorwedh war leur yeyn ha kales. Ny yllyn gwaya. My a viras orti. Nyns ov sur mars omglywo hi yn tien ow has rygdhi drefenn pyth re hwarsa. Yth o hyhi esa ena – ytho, yth o hyhi o amkan an kas na. Hi a dheklinyas hy fenn ha hanasa: “Gwrys yw, ‘Beder. Y ferwis Davydh ha ni re’n gorras yn-mes. Ny yllydh gul travyth moy ragdho ev.” Ass o bern kawgh! Nyns en breder hepken, Davydh ha my. Gevellyon gehevelep en ni. Y joy ev re via pup-prys ow joy vy. Y dholor ev re via pup- prys ow dolor vy. Hag yndellna a via res dhyn ni pup-prys. 19