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Authors: Gillian Zane
Tags: Zombies & Romance
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The conversation didn’t phase him. Since Z I hadn’t seen him break a sweat about anything. “Lead, come back,” he said into the radio.
“Just got a small herd ahead of us, nothing to worry about,” Zach said through the radio.
I dug through my bag and pulled out a newly acquired Maxim 9 that I had talked Zach into letting me use. It was from his personal stash, the first line of guns made of its kind with the suppressor built into the barrel. It looked all sci-fi with a large square shaped muzzle, but it fired regular 9mm rounds and had a decent sized clip. I was dying to use it and now was my chance.
I unlatched the access point in the roof and slid the door back. Bright sunlight filtered in, the sun now completely up. I stood in my seat, bracing myself with the built in handhelds made for this action. I had a 360 view of my surroundings. I only had to stay aware of Romeo’s driving so I wouldn’t fall forward. The vehicle was meant to have a large .50 caliber mounted to the roof where the operator could hang on to the gun. It wasn’t meant to balance and shoot a handgun, but I was a girl that liked to live on the edge.
I saw Alexis push out the top of the vehicle in front of us. She turned around and screamed, “Fuck yeah!” And gave me a thumbs up sign.
Then the lead vehicle revved its engine and pushed forward through the large group of the dead. Some fell under the tires, others began to swarm around the vehicles.
I took aim and fired.
Headshot. Down it went.
Aim. Fire. Headshot. Fuck yeah is right.
Aim. Fire. Miss. Shit. Three more taps and it finally went down.
The suppressor on the gun muffled the shot so it sounded like a loud pop, instead of a deafening boom. It was still enough noise to attract the attention of more zombies, but Lex shot that all to hell when she chose her semi-automatic M4 and was taking them down in three round bursts.
“Stop playing around with the fucking nine,” Romeo called to me from below.
I felt something hit my kneecap, Romeo jabbed me with the rifle to get my attention. I ducked down and grabbed the rifle from his hand and shrugged an apology. I engaged the safety on the Maxim and dropped it into the backseat and pulled up the M4. I could operate this weapon in my sleep. It was like shooting fish in a barrel after that and when only a few remained and the lead vehicle sped up, leaving a trail of dead Zs in our wake, I sat down and secured my weapon.
“Next time you’re driving,” Romeo declared as he caught my eye in the rearview mirror. I was smiling from ear to ear. I needed that.
“Don’t worry, hotness, they’ll be plenty of action for you later.” I sat low in my seat, catching a glimpse of Lani’s scowl in my peripheral. She needed to get over that shit, fast.
TEN | No Better
“Why do you want me to cut my hair?” Felicity whined as Nick and Pete stared on looking anxious.
“I’m going to play it straight with you.” I kneeled in front of the young girl whose beautiful brunette hair was probably the only thing she had left to be proud of in this world. It was long and she brushed it every day, leaving it loose and down her back. It wasn’t quite as shiny as it could be, and the ends were frayed, but it was still beautiful. It had to go.
“You don’t want boys to look at you and admire your looks in this place, Felicity. It’s not a good thing. Not like it used to be. Before the biters you could be pretty, you could be a little girl, pretending to be a woman and it was okay. People still respected that you were young and waited for you to grow up. You only had to worry about a few perverts, men you saw on the news. Now, in here, there are no rules, no jails for men to fear and the men that run this camp are like those men on the news. In this place, pretty means a possession, it means something to be possessed. Pretty means you belong to a man. Pretty means a man can
“Just got a small herd ahead of us, nothing to worry about,” Zach said through the radio.
I dug through my bag and pulled out a newly acquired Maxim 9 that I had talked Zach into letting me use. It was from his personal stash, the first line of guns made of its kind with the suppressor built into the barrel. It looked all sci-fi with a large square shaped muzzle, but it fired regular 9mm rounds and had a decent sized clip. I was dying to use it and now was my chance.
I unlatched the access point in the roof and slid the door back. Bright sunlight filtered in, the sun now completely up. I stood in my seat, bracing myself with the built in handhelds made for this action. I had a 360 view of my surroundings. I only had to stay aware of Romeo’s driving so I wouldn’t fall forward. The vehicle was meant to have a large .50 caliber mounted to the roof where the operator could hang on to the gun. It wasn’t meant to balance and shoot a handgun, but I was a girl that liked to live on the edge.
I saw Alexis push out the top of the vehicle in front of us. She turned around and screamed, “Fuck yeah!” And gave me a thumbs up sign.
Then the lead vehicle revved its engine and pushed forward through the large group of the dead. Some fell under the tires, others began to swarm around the vehicles.
I took aim and fired.
Headshot. Down it went.
Aim. Fire. Headshot. Fuck yeah is right.
Aim. Fire. Miss. Shit. Three more taps and it finally went down.
The suppressor on the gun muffled the shot so it sounded like a loud pop, instead of a deafening boom. It was still enough noise to attract the attention of more zombies, but Lex shot that all to hell when she chose her semi-automatic M4 and was taking them down in three round bursts.
“Stop playing around with the fucking nine,” Romeo called to me from below.
I felt something hit my kneecap, Romeo jabbed me with the rifle to get my attention. I ducked down and grabbed the rifle from his hand and shrugged an apology. I engaged the safety on the Maxim and dropped it into the backseat and pulled up the M4. I could operate this weapon in my sleep. It was like shooting fish in a barrel after that and when only a few remained and the lead vehicle sped up, leaving a trail of dead Zs in our wake, I sat down and secured my weapon.
“Next time you’re driving,” Romeo declared as he caught my eye in the rearview mirror. I was smiling from ear to ear. I needed that.
“Don’t worry, hotness, they’ll be plenty of action for you later.” I sat low in my seat, catching a glimpse of Lani’s scowl in my peripheral. She needed to get over that shit, fast.
TEN | No Better
“Why do you want me to cut my hair?” Felicity whined as Nick and Pete stared on looking anxious.
“I’m going to play it straight with you.” I kneeled in front of the young girl whose beautiful brunette hair was probably the only thing she had left to be proud of in this world. It was long and she brushed it every day, leaving it loose and down her back. It wasn’t quite as shiny as it could be, and the ends were frayed, but it was still beautiful. It had to go.
“You don’t want boys to look at you and admire your looks in this place, Felicity. It’s not a good thing. Not like it used to be. Before the biters you could be pretty, you could be a little girl, pretending to be a woman and it was okay. People still respected that you were young and waited for you to grow up. You only had to worry about a few perverts, men you saw on the news. Now, in here, there are no rules, no jails for men to fear and the men that run this camp are like those men on the news. In this place, pretty means a possession, it means something to be possessed. Pretty means you belong to a man. Pretty means a man can
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