Jorge Joestar (Light Novel)

Chapter 13: The Enemy

However many copies of Antonio Torres there were, this was no time to be fainting. I told Lisa Lisa what had happened with Jim Graham, and she said,

"He pulled out his own tongue and internal organs? Hunh...so he emptied out his body. He threw the insides into the ocean, but is back at base...so what's inside his body?"

There was no doubt in my mind. Antonio Torres has showed himself moments before Jim snapped. There was no sign of him after we crashed, but he hadn't just vanished into thin air like some sort of ghost. Had he climbed inside Jim's body while I was trying to snap a second photograph?

"If that theory is correct,"

Lisa Lisa went on,

"Then the problem is, he retains enough to fly a plane and blend in at the base without anyone realizing he isn't the real Jim. Antonio Torres was a mean kid, but not stupid; and if knowledge and personality are harbored in the skin then that's a vital fact me and the other Hamon Warriors need to know."

Antonio had acquired a shocking new power to escape the pain of his mother's abuse. He could shed his own skin like a snake, give it to his batshit crazy mom, but for that skin to remain alive (yet dead) was...

"Two other problems,"

Lisa Lisa said.

"If he is wearing Jim Graham's body, how is Antonio Torres walking around in broad daylight?"

Oh, right, I thought. Some of the Gremlin sightings reported small 50 centimeter ones showing up in the day, but the one meter 30 centimeter ones only appeared at night or on cloudy days.

"Second, we have an intelligent zombie who can hide inside a human being, allowing them to operate during the day. And by simple arithmetic there are more than sixteen thousand of these. If they weren't messing about with planes for fun, but to learn the construction and how to fly them, than that could be very bad. Zombies can move anywhere in the world very quickly, and there are a lot of dead bodies lying around right now. If the zombies

brought those bodies to life, and those new zombies attacked the living, creating even more zombies, then the zombie empire would expand explosively, far faster than any pyramid scheme."

A ripple of alarm went through the Hamon Warriors around us. Lisa Lisa turned to face Straits and the others.

"Antonio Torres was on La Palma, and knows about the Hamon Warriors. He knows I'm one of them, and he's seen me come to get Jorge, so I'm sure he's already taken action. Whatever he does next will be big. We have to move quickly ourselves, while keeping an eye on the English Air Force."

"Mm,"

Straits said, nodding.

"But how can we fight zombies flying fighter planes? We can't lace the ships' bullets with Hamon, and Hamon doesn't travel through the air. Sitting in the cockpit, there's no way for us to touch the zombies directly."

"Don't worry. Jorge will shoot them all down,"

Lisa Lisa said. She wasn't smiling. Woah, woah, I thought but then FOOOM a huge impact rocked the ground, reminding me that we were on a battlefield. A Hamon Warrior came rushing in.

"Enemy attack! The English are bombing us!"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than the hallway exploded, blowing him away. Ka-boom! A cloud of smoke and dust was left behind. The lights went out.

"Lisa Lisa!"

"Jorge!"

Our cries overlapped. I reached out my hand and found she had done the same, and our hands clasped.