Chapter 7

chapter seven Hey Warg, open up. If you're on the can, we're sorry, but it's quite urgent. "She's not on the can..." June says, sighing and pushing through us. "Warg, it's June! We're here to give you—um—a really overdue thank-you." Oh crud! I realize we never thanked Warg for the whole "saving our buddy from turning into

第七章嘿，小王，开门。 如果你在忙，我们很抱歉，但事情很紧急。 “她不在罐头上……”琼说，叹了口气，推开我们。 “哇，六月了！”我们是来给你一个迟来的感谢。” 哦crud !我意识到我们从来没有感谢过小王"把我们的朋友从变成

a zombie" thing. I mean, if your weird aunt sends you a bad book for Christmas—you have to write a literal, physical thank-you note! Warg gave us one of her EYEBALLS to save Dirk—yeah... that definitely deserves some gratitude.... After a long moment, the door opens. It's not Warg—it's one of Warg's eyeballs, using its body to nudge open the door. "You first," I whisper. "No way," June says. "I will go either second or third," Quint says. "Not first, not last." "Aww, geez," Dirk groans, and he finally just shoves us all inside. We're not greeted with a warm welcome.

僵尸之类的东西。我的意思是，如果你的古怪阿姨送你一本糟糕的书作为圣诞礼物——你必须写一张真实的感谢信！为了救德克，小薇把她的一只眼球给了我们…… 这绝对值得感谢.... 过了好一会儿，门开了。 那不是瓦格，那是瓦格的一只眼球，用它的身体推门。 “你先来，”我低声说。“不可能，”琼说。 昆特说：“我会选择第二名或第三名。” “不是第一个，也不是最后一个。”“啊，天哪，”德克呻吟着，最后他把我们都推了进去。 我们没有受到热烈欢迎。

I WONDERED IF I'D SEE YOU AGAIN. I HAD HOPED NOT. I flash a grin. "Ahh, you're just saying that, Wargy. We're buds! And we owed you a major league thanks for saving Dirk!" Warg glares. With every eyeball. "Sooooo, we got you a thank-you gift!" I say. "What is this gift?" Warg asks, brooding. "Oh you're gonna love it! It's a—um— massive HORDE OF ZOMBIES! All yours! They're outside! Don't know where you wanna

我在想还能不能再见到你。 我希望不会。我咧嘴一笑。 “啊，你只是说说而已，沃吉。 我们味蕾!你救了德克，我们欠你一个大联盟的感谢！”Warg怒视。 用每一个眼球。“哦，我们给你准备了一份感谢礼物！”我说。 “这是什么礼物？”沃格沉思着问道。 “哦，你会喜欢的！”这是——嗯——一大群僵尸！所有你的!他们在外面!不知道你想去哪里

put them, but we thought maybe the Christmas tree farm? And that way they can't get out and bite us good folks and also you could maybe look after them? Again—this is a GIFT and you are SO, SO WELCOME." I am nailing this. Are you though? "Jack's just rambling," Dirk interrupts. "Am not!" I exclaim. "This is a wonderful gesture I'm doing. It's the gift that keeps on, uh, decaying!" Dirk sighs. "Warg, I do wanna say thanks. They told me what you did. And I should, uh, return this."

放好了，但我们觉得圣诞树农场怎么样？ 这样它们就不会出来咬我们这些好人，你也可以照顾它们？ 再说一遍——这是一份礼物，你非常非常受欢迎。” 我要搞定这个。是吗？ “杰克只是在胡言乱语。”德克打断他。 “我不是!”我惊叫。“这是我在做的一个很棒的举动。 它是一种不断腐烂的礼物！”德克叹了一口气。 “王，我真的想说谢谢。 他们告诉我你做了什么。 我应该，呃，把这个还回去。”

Dirk reaches into his bag and pulls out—oh no. The eyeball. It's flattened and deflated—but it is most definitely the eyeball.... I whisper, "Dude, you've been carrying that around this whole time?!" "So cool..." Quint says. The eyeball is gnarly. A month in a backpack can gnarly-fy anything. But a deflated eyeball? Massive nasty. Warg silently takes it from Dirk and sets it on the ground. Dozens of eyeballs roll off her body, surrounding and inspecting the flattened one. Thankfully, Bardle appears in the doorway, interrupting this slow-dance-level-awkward moment. "Quint, June, Dirk—please, bring the zombies inside the farm's fence," Bardle says. "Jack stays." Quint gives me a look, like I've been invited to do something special—and he hasn't. But then he flashes me a happy thumbs-up, because he's a bud like that.

德克把手伸进包里掏出了——哦，不。 的眼球。它被压扁了，但它绝对是眼球.... 我低声说：“老兄，你一直带着它吗？！”“太酷了……” 五度音说。眼球粗糙。 在背包里呆上一个月几乎可以解决任何问题。 但是眼球瘪了？巨大的肮脏。 王悄悄地从德克手里接过球，放在地上。 几十只眼球从她身上滚落下来，围绕并检查着被压扁的尸体。 谢天谢地，巴德尔出现在门口，打断了这个慢舞般的尴尬时刻。 “昆特，琼，德克，请把僵尸带进农场的围栏，”巴德尔说。 “杰克。”昆特看了我一眼，好像我被邀请去做什么特别的事——他没有。 然后他开心地对我竖了个大拇指，因为他就是这样的人。

Once everyone's gone, Bardle wastes no time. "Jack, tell Warg what happened. With your blade..." "Uh, well," I say—and I realize I'm embarrassed and self-conscious. But I tell her everything. When I've finished, all of Warg's eyes slowly inflate and deflate at the same time. I think it's the Warg version of, like, a deep sigh. Then she holds out her hand—palm open. She wants the Slicer. I hesitate. I lost it once —and I won't let it happen again. But Bardle's neck gills flex and a rough-sounding grunt comes out. I hand it over. Warg runs her hand down the length of the Slicer. "Ghazt..." she says softly. "Correct," Bardle says. "The power within that blade—it appeared when Ghazt's energy ripped into this dimension...." Just then, Warg's eyeballs return to her body. Dirk's deflated eyeball is gone. Eaten— absorbed, I guess—by the other eyeballs. They

一旦大家都走了，巴德尔就不会浪费时间了。 “杰克，告诉小王发生了什么事。 用你的剑……”“嗯，好吧，”我说——我意识到我很尴尬，很难为情。 但我什么都告诉她。 当我完成后，Warg所有的眼睛同时慢慢地膨胀和收缩。 我觉得这是狼人的一种，深深的叹息。 然后她伸出手掌。 她想要切片机。我犹豫。 我失去过一次，我不会让它再次发生。 但巴德尔的颈鳃弯曲，发出一声粗哑的咕噜声。 我交出它。Warg的手沿着切片机的长度向下移动。 “Ghazt……”她轻声说。 “没错，”巴德尔说。“那把剑里的力量是在Ghazt的能量进入这个维度的时候出现的....” 就在这时，瓦格的眼球回到了她的身体上。 德克瘪了的眼球不见了。 我猜是被别人的眼球吃掉了。 他们