Chapter 11

chapter eleven That night, we're all still pretty shaken and freaked by what happened. I suggest we relax with a board game night. It's a good idea, but then Quint goes and picks Risk—the least relaxing game ever. Also, the slowest game

第十一章那天晚上，我们仍然为所发生的事情感到震惊和恐慌。 我建议我们来个桌游之夜放松一下。 这是个好主意，但后来昆特选择了risk——有史以来最不放松的游戏。 也是最慢的游戏

ever. Playing a game of Risk is like adopting a turtle—you're in it for the long haul. And the game's usual sluggish pace becomes downright glacial when zombies join in.... Come on, go already. Dirk makes popcorn balls coated with peanut butter and stuffed with M&M's and some leftover candied carrots he salvaged from his

永远。玩风险游戏就像收养一只乌龟——你要在里面待很长时间。 当僵尸加入....时，游戏通常缓慢的节奏变得非常缓慢 来吧，走吧。德克会做裹着花生酱的爆米花球，里面塞满了M&M巧克力豆和他从家里捡来的一些剩下的胡萝卜糖

demolished garden. Sounds gross, but the carrots actually worked. After a few bites, I find myself staring at my Zombie Squad. "Hey, Quint," I finally say. "Do you think they need to, like—y'know. Like... y'know." June looks up. "Go to the bathroom?" "No, no. Like—eat." Quint considers this for a moment. "I do not think so," he finally concludes. "I've noticed the zombies do not fall apart or decay. They are not like the zombies portrayed in comics, film, and television. It's been over a year—and the zombies don't look all that different now from when this all started. I believe they bite not due to hunger, but only to create more zombies." It's an interesting theory. It would mean the zombies are only here as part of .e...c.'s larger plan. And it's pretty smart, when you think about it—portals open up, .e...c. sends through this zombie plague: a plague that can turn almost every person in our dimension into one of his soldiers. In fact, it's downright brilliant.

拆除花园。听起来很恶心，但胡萝卜确实有效。 咬了几口后，我发现自己盯着我的僵尸小队。 “嘿，昆特，”我终于说。 “你认为他们需要，比如——你知道。 喜欢……你知道的。”琼抬起头来。 “去洗手间？”“不,不。 喜欢吃。”昆特想了一会儿。 “我不这么认为，”他最后总结道。 “我注意到僵尸不会分解或腐烂。 他们不像漫画、电影和电视中描绘的僵尸。 一年多过去了，现在的僵尸看起来和这一切开始的时候并没有什么不同。 我相信它们咬人不是因为饥饿，而是为了制造更多的僵尸。” 这是一个有趣的理论。 这就意味着僵尸在这里只是…c的一部分。他有更大的计划。 当你想到它的时候，你会觉得它很聪明——门户会打开，比如…… 传送僵尸瘟疫：一种几乎可以把我们次元里的每个人都变成他的士兵的瘟疫。 事实上，这简直太棒了。

Why send your own army when, instead, you can unleash a plague that turns the existing population into endless legions of subservient zombie soldiers? But, of course, .e...c. didn't expect his general, Ghazt—the one who was supposed to lead that army—to lose his power. To me. "OK, I lost Kamchatka. That's enough Risk for me," June says with a yawn. She stands and heads for her bunk bed. "Let's hope those vines don't come knocking tonight." "Ha. Let 'em come," I say. "I'll sic my Zombie Squad on 'em. Alfred can probably take down Thrull alone." My friends laugh—but it's an uneasy laugh. Because we have no reason to be that confident. What we saw on Interstate 8 took us by surprise. We almost lost Big Mama, and we did lose that poor little monster. I tell my friends good night, then take my zombies to their trailer. Lefty and Glurm quickly resume staring at the wall, per usual. But Alfred's got his head up—watching me as I try to leave.

当你可以释放一场瘟疫，将现有的人口变成无数的僵尸士兵时，为什么要派遣自己的军队呢？ 但是，当然，……没想到他的将军ghazs——本该领导这支军队的人——会失去权力。 给我。“好吧，我失去了堪察加。 这对我来说已经够冒险了，”琼打了个哈欠说。 她站起身，朝她的双层床走去。 “希望那些藤蔓今晚不要来敲门。” “哈。让他们来吧。”我说。 “我会派僵尸小队去对付他们。 阿尔弗雷德一个人也许就能拿下瑟鲁尔。” 我的朋友们笑了，但那是一种不安的笑。 因为我们没有理由那么自信。 我们在8号州际公路上看到的景象让我们大吃一惊。 我们差点就失去了大妈妈，我们也确实失去了那个可怜的小怪物。 我跟朋友道了晚安，然后把我的僵尸带到他们的拖车里。 阿左和格伦很快又像往常一样盯着墙看。 但当我想要离开时，阿尔弗雷德抬头看着我。

I feel a tiny connection to the guy. After all, we've seen stuff together in Wakefield. He saw what Thrall was capable of, and he saw Rezo through the portal. Some part of Alfred might still remember that we need to stay ready, buddy. Ready for thrill and whatever he throws at us?

我觉得我和他有一点联系。 毕竟，我们在韦克菲尔德一起看过东西。 他看到了萨尔的能力，他透过传送门看到了雷佐。 阿尔弗雷德可能还记得我们得时刻准备着，伙计。 准备好接受刺激和他扔给我们的东西了吗？