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turn carrying over the top of
muffled voices. She snugged her carbine to her shoulder, slowed her pace, and
made every effort to slip through the brush ninja-quiet. She’d only traveled a
few more paces towards the commotion when the voices became recognizable. And a
few short steps after that the beaten game trail spilled into the tiny clearing
near the inner perimeter fence, where she saw Cade, Taryn, and Wilson milling
about a scene of utter carnage.
She greeted the trio and surveyed the aftermath. To her left
was a middle-aged male rotter that had inexplicably gotten over the fence and
now lay face down, its skull wildly misshapen and leaking black blood and
viscous spinal fluid. Hanging on the fence nearby was another male first turn,
scrambled brains oozed from a small slit in the center of its bald head. Blood
had pooled shiny and black on the leaves near its feet and, adding to the
spreading puddle, slender, saliva-like strands dripped from its open maw. On
the opposite side of the loosely strung wire fence were five more corpses.
Three lay on the ground, arms and legs askew, each with a gaping hole where an
eye had been. Pathetically, the other two Zs which were the source of the dry
rasps were stuck fast on sharpened stakes jutting from the ground. They hissed
and reached for Max as they marched in place, their bare feet digging shallow furrows
into the dirt.
Looking at Cade who was sitting a dozen feet away, back
propped against a tree, Brook said, “You going to finish the job?”
“Let’s wait a minute and see if they have any undead friends
roving around between the wire. Then we’ll cross over and take care of these
two and see how they got here.”
Rocking her head side-to-side as if to say Six of one,
half a dozen of another , Brook made her way past Taryn and Wilson who, so
engrossed in each other, had barely noticed her arrival. She sat down hard on
the ground next to Cade and nodded at the pair of wire-scaling Zs. “Those two
your doing?” she asked.
“No. They’re Wilson’s kills,” said Cade. He finished
cleaning his blade and slid it in its sheath. Then, squinting against a bar of
light infiltrating the forest canopy, he looked up at Brook and added softly,
“I put down the naked woman there.” He paused for a second, felt Brook’s eyes
boring into him, and also claimed as his the undead little girl crumpled in the
dirt near the naked corpse. He threw a shiver at the sight of her. The one-eyed
stare, alabaster skin and dainty hands and feet made her look more like one of
Raven’s old American Girl dolls than a twice-dead toddler.
Looking at Wilson but nodding towards the other corpses,
Brook said, “See how Cade did his? Nice and clean. That’s what you’ve got to
work on next. Because now we’re going to have to bury the gore and churn the
blood into the dirt since it’s inside the wire.”
Coming to the redhead’s defense, Cade said, “He did fine,
Brook. And so did Taryn. She dropped hers before I finished with the mom
there.”
Brook said nothing.
Taking that as his cue, Cade said, “I think that’s all of
them. Come on, Wilson ... let’s get these ones disposed of.” Pushing off the
tree, Cade rose to standing and checked his pants and boots. Then he examined
his arms and chest for blood or minuscule scraps of detritus that might have gone
airborne and landed on him. After running his fingers through his hair he asked
Brook to inspect his back.
Taking swipes at the wood chips and moss accumulated between
his shoulder blades, Brook went to her tip toes and whispered in his ear, “Just
a little bark. That’s all. You’re good as new ... Infidel .” Then, oblivious
to the group of young people now gawking at them, Brook grabbed one of Cade’s
muscled shoulders, spun him around to face her and went up on her tiptoes. The
kiss, taking him by surprise, was one for the books. Greta Garbo, eat your
heart out , she thought, her tongue probing his mouth, both hands
muffled voices. She snugged her carbine to her shoulder, slowed her pace, and
made every effort to slip through the brush ninja-quiet. She’d only traveled a
few more paces towards the commotion when the voices became recognizable. And a
few short steps after that the beaten game trail spilled into the tiny clearing
near the inner perimeter fence, where she saw Cade, Taryn, and Wilson milling
about a scene of utter carnage.
She greeted the trio and surveyed the aftermath. To her left
was a middle-aged male rotter that had inexplicably gotten over the fence and
now lay face down, its skull wildly misshapen and leaking black blood and
viscous spinal fluid. Hanging on the fence nearby was another male first turn,
scrambled brains oozed from a small slit in the center of its bald head. Blood
had pooled shiny and black on the leaves near its feet and, adding to the
spreading puddle, slender, saliva-like strands dripped from its open maw. On
the opposite side of the loosely strung wire fence were five more corpses.
Three lay on the ground, arms and legs askew, each with a gaping hole where an
eye had been. Pathetically, the other two Zs which were the source of the dry
rasps were stuck fast on sharpened stakes jutting from the ground. They hissed
and reached for Max as they marched in place, their bare feet digging shallow furrows
into the dirt.
Looking at Cade who was sitting a dozen feet away, back
propped against a tree, Brook said, “You going to finish the job?”
“Let’s wait a minute and see if they have any undead friends
roving around between the wire. Then we’ll cross over and take care of these
two and see how they got here.”
Rocking her head side-to-side as if to say Six of one,
half a dozen of another , Brook made her way past Taryn and Wilson who, so
engrossed in each other, had barely noticed her arrival. She sat down hard on
the ground next to Cade and nodded at the pair of wire-scaling Zs. “Those two
your doing?” she asked.
“No. They’re Wilson’s kills,” said Cade. He finished
cleaning his blade and slid it in its sheath. Then, squinting against a bar of
light infiltrating the forest canopy, he looked up at Brook and added softly,
“I put down the naked woman there.” He paused for a second, felt Brook’s eyes
boring into him, and also claimed as his the undead little girl crumpled in the
dirt near the naked corpse. He threw a shiver at the sight of her. The one-eyed
stare, alabaster skin and dainty hands and feet made her look more like one of
Raven’s old American Girl dolls than a twice-dead toddler.
Looking at Wilson but nodding towards the other corpses,
Brook said, “See how Cade did his? Nice and clean. That’s what you’ve got to
work on next. Because now we’re going to have to bury the gore and churn the
blood into the dirt since it’s inside the wire.”
Coming to the redhead’s defense, Cade said, “He did fine,
Brook. And so did Taryn. She dropped hers before I finished with the mom
there.”
Brook said nothing.
Taking that as his cue, Cade said, “I think that’s all of
them. Come on, Wilson ... let’s get these ones disposed of.” Pushing off the
tree, Cade rose to standing and checked his pants and boots. Then he examined
his arms and chest for blood or minuscule scraps of detritus that might have gone
airborne and landed on him. After running his fingers through his hair he asked
Brook to inspect his back.
Taking swipes at the wood chips and moss accumulated between
his shoulder blades, Brook went to her tip toes and whispered in his ear, “Just
a little bark. That’s all. You’re good as new ... Infidel .” Then, oblivious
to the group of young people now gawking at them, Brook grabbed one of Cade’s
muscled shoulders, spun him around to face her and went up on her tiptoes. The
kiss, taking him by surprise, was one for the books. Greta Garbo, eat your
heart out , she thought, her tongue probing his mouth, both hands
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