“I knew it. I fucking knew it!” Mar screamed so loudly that her little brother covered his ears. She hated scaring Benny, but since he was the only member of her family that she had been able to rescue almost a year ago, when the zombie apocalypse started, she refused to ever let him out of her sight. She only wished that what she saw before her had never entered her line of sight.
There, in the bed she had claimed in the abandoned mansion, were her supposed lover and her best friend going at it. When they tried to cover their sweat drenched bodies, it only made her angrier.
“So what, my brother and I are out there risking our necks over a few bags of old rice while you two are fucking in my own bed!”
“Mar please,” Allen began. “Stop shouting. You know that brings the geeks down on us.”
“I should bring my pick down on your head!”
Cindy spoke as she hurried into her panties. From the look on his face, Benny could have had worse things happen to him that seeing the teen naked. “Mar, calm down. You knew this had to happen. How long could I last just sitting on the sidelines and watch you bed down the only adult man around.”
“Until you found a man of your own would be the answer to that, you bitch!”
Allen looked like he was about to tell her to avoid attracting zombies, but a dry moan sounding from outside beat him to the task.
“Crap, now look what you’ve done.”
She grabbed her brother’s hand. “What I’ve done? I should just let them eat your asses.”
Then, without waiting for a reply, she drew her brother with her and headed toward the front door. The area they had taken over was in the northwest part of Tucson close to the edge of the Catalina Mountain range. The houses were spread further apart and they had all done their part thinning the horde of walking corpses in the area.
But there was always more.
Already a six undead stumbled across the cactus studded front yard. “I have more than half a mind to just leave those loser’s here,” she said while brushing a loose strain of ebony hair behind her ear.
“We can’t do that.” Benny said. His green eyes met her blue. It had often occurred to her that they barely looked like siblings. She had hair darker than midnight and flesh paler than a sun dried ghost, while Ben’s hair shone in the half light like an electric pulse of auburn and his tanned skin was dotted with a healthy amount of freckles.
She almost contradicted her brother, but realized that even if she wanted to abandon her friends, she couldn’t leave behind all the food and gear they had struggled to gather over the last few months.
Feeling indecisive and torn, she was saved from having to make an immediate choice by the appearance of Allen running toward her in just his jeans. “I’m not sure what you guys did, but those few moaning in the front yard must have attracted a herd. More than a hundred geeks are heading our way.”
Looking out the window, she saw that this was true. Both sides of the street were covered with a filthy pack of roaming undead and the moaning of those few in the front yard sent them straight at their house.
“Oh Goddess,” she whispered as her brother’s hand squeezed his fingers tighter.
With Ned shot, and being devoured by the ravenous dead, Sheriff Dells get his feet under him. He measured the distance between the roof he stood on and the roof of the building where the last marauder, Temple, held Becca. It looked too long for any sane man to attempt, but he was already running.
He dropped his empty rifle along the way and drew a final breath before he launched himself into space. As soon as he had taken air, he realized it was too far. Below him a dozen zombies growled and gnashed their filthy teeth.
He struggled, but his feet missed the edge by a foot. He started to fall. Hands reached out and fingers grasped. Like a zombie crawling at his victim, Dells fought for a hold Somehow his fingers grabbed a pipe angling out from the roof and he brought his descent to a halt. For a moment he just hung there breathing and the undead below him went berserk.
Three bullets passed through the building. The last singed his hair as it passed. In a mad scramble, he hurried to climb into the roof. With a growl, he rolled up and onto the roof. His shoulder hit the hot shingles and he just kept rolling. A big shotgun blast blew through part of the roof where he’d just been.
Dells was just thinking that the huge hole might end up being his enemy’s undoing when he heard a shattering of glass below. A second later he heard Henry laughing. The laughter proved short lived and was replaced by a loud grunt, but it had bought Dells some seconds.
He hurried to the opening in the roof and aimed his pistol through the hole, only to find a smiling Temple pointing his shotgun up and straight at him. Henry lay at his feet unconscious and from the looks of things had suffered his second head wound of the day.
Temple grinned. “Looks like you’re a bit too slow, sheriff. But this place seems secure enough for me to enjoy the rest of my life as I see fit. Rape and murder were always my two favorite things.”
“Son of a…” Dells started, but then Temple stumbled forward. Dells eyes opened wide in shock when he saw a blood splattered Becca, naked to the waist, wielding a three foot two-by-four.
With a yell, Dells leapt into the air and his boots came crashing down on the large hole in the roof. They broke through and he just kept going. He landed hard, but had kept his grip on his pistol.
Temple had been dazed, but turned toward him with the shotgun raised.
Dells didn’t waste a nano-second. He emptied his pistol into the evil freak. Even when he lay on his back unbreathing, Dells put his final shot between his eyes.
Becca had checked on her brother, but then raced into Dells arms and hugged him with a fierce abandon. Dells couldn’t help himself, he gave her a kiss for the first time. She didn’t seem to mind. Quite the opposite and their lips stayed locked until her brother started to stir.
It wasn’t the easiest thing they had ever done, but the survivors cleared the rest of the undead out of their lonely desert town. The losses they suffered from both the maunders and the walking dead hit hard, but Dells had the silver lining of his new relationship with Becca.
The only lingering cloud was Henry. The boy had never been well balanced, but his multiple head wounds had caused him to take a turn for the worse. He also didn’t approve of Dells seeing his younger sister and said as much on many occasions. Dells figured it might become a problem, but as he lay next to Becca, he allowed himself to, if only briefly, relax and enjoy at least part of this sad excuse for a life he’d been dealt.
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Something about Henry’s blood drenched grin made Sheriff Dells shiver despite the heat. A horror lingered within the young man in some ways more unnerving than the zombies surrounding them and the marauders who did everything they could to ruin what little chance the people of San Miguel had at surviving the undead apocalypse.
He watched as Henry put a large zombie into a head lock. The walking corpse resisted, but was confused and allowed Henry to move it toward the front door of the building.
Again it amazed Dells how the zombies ignored Henry and treated him like one of their own. The cause remained a mystery. Becca had told him that Henry had developed a rare disease as a child. Whether this was the cause or something else, when Henry had been bitten for the first time, instead of dying, he had become immune to the attentions of the undead. This made him useful, but Dells also wondered if it had somehow affected the boy’s mind.
Someone had to have been collecting the undead and stuffing them into the abandoned buildings, but that was an issue for another time.
“Knock, knock,” Henry yelled from the front door.
“Fuck you,” was the reply from Temple as he blasted several rounds through the door. Most of them hit the zombie with meaty impacts, but Henry ran into a problem when one struck the zombie in the head. It fell forward and Henry had a hard time keeping it in front of him. The youth dove to the side, just before more bullets ripped through the wood.
“What the hell is going on?” Dells heard the other shooter yell.
“Some peckerwood is using the zombies for cover.” Temple shouted back.
“Don’t worry, I’ll get the shot of a bitch.”
“Yeah, we’ll see,” Dells whispered to himself while moving into position.
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The growing numbers of zombies worried Ned. He had already lost one brother to their hunger and if what Temple said about being bit was true, it might end up being both. Part of him, a big part, just wanted to race of to the south, but Temple would say anything at any time. He might have yelled out he was bit just to throw their enemies off. He couldn’t take the risk that he might be okay and just leave him in there.
So he leaned around the building, trying to stay out of sight of his enemies both breathing and dead. The zombies were intent on breaking into the building that held his brother. They clustered around, already twenty strong. He had a hard time spotting the kid, but saw him crouching under a window.
This gave him pause. Wait, he thought. Why the hell aren’t all those zombies tearing him apart? This makes no sense I…He noticed just in time, but also too late that the sheriff was on the roof of the next building and taking a bead on him.
He managed to get one last curse past his lips before his head was blown into thirty pieces.
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