Dying Days 8 by Armand Rosamilia

Author:Armand Rosamilia [Rosamilia, Armand]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Rymfire Books
Published: 2017-06-27T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nineteen

No one knew Mister Borden was a fucking zombie?

Terry smiled at a few people as he passed them, wandering down the aisles of the store. The orange metal racks, which used to hold screws and nails, lawnmowers and sheets of wood, now housed several hundred people.

He marveled at the small groups that had formed in each set of racks, like a village unto themselves.

The bottom floor had boxes of supplies, as well as piles of clothing, which no one seemed to touch. This was an honor system. A metal ladder led to the second tier, which had an open blanket to cover the opening. There was a couch and a reading lamp, as well as some lawn cushions scattered.

Above, in two levels, were more piles of cushions and a lot of blankets. Rugs were hooked up. At night, they’d be pulled down so everyone could sleep.

Last night Terry had slept outside in the cage but the door had remained open.

Mister Borden had promised Terry his own space as soon as he woke. Terry knew Borden wasn’t going to sleep and would probably watch him, so Terry was good. He had stayed in the cage and slept. There had been a nice cool breeze last night and only the sunlight had stirred him, as well as a full bladder.

Breakfast had been set up, just inside the store, as a buffet, and Terry got in line and nodded his head and took a huge pile of scrambled eggs and enough grits to feed a family of four.

Terry saw the pity looks on people as he passed them, finding a table to sit at.

They think I’m some wretch they saved. Like I haven’t had hot food in months. My clothes were ragged and still wet. I look like shit. They have no idea I’ve been living just as nice as they have, Terry thought. He knew he was going to take advantage and eat as much as he wanted. Not because he missed it but because he liked eating food.

“Terry? Are you Terry?” a plump blonde woman asked as he rounded a corner.

“It’s the name my momma gave me,” he said.

She smiled. Terry could see she had been beautiful in her younger days. You could always tell by looking at a woman’s face whether or not she’d always looked this haggard.

Plus, she had very large jugs and he was a boob man through and through. He’d play nice with her, even though she might be a few years older and a little rounder than he liked, but he wanted to get laid.

“Follow me, sir. Mister Borden has made sure you have a real place to sleep tonight.” She turned and started walking away. Terry looked at her ass but it was too big, even for him. He imagined her walking naked and the cottage cheese of her ass flapping in the breeze.

He’d still fuck her, though.

She turned and frowned when his eyes went from her ass to her face.

“Mister Borden wanted me to ask if you had any allergies or anything we needed to be monitoring.

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