Sex in the Time of Zombies by William Rose

Author:William Rose
Language: eng
Format: mobi
ISBN: 9781456409678
Publisher: CreateSpace
Published: 2010-12-06T00:00:00+00:00

Sex In The Time of Zombies by Wil iam Todd Rose

ensure the coast was clear and made for the line of trees on the other side of the road. A bitter

smile broke through the grimace of pain that contorted his face.

Owen and his starlet were together again.

And they would be for a long, long time . . . .

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It was dark when she awoke. For a moment she laid in the sleeping bag with her eyes

closed and listened to the shuffle of footsteps out in the hall. She could hear the heavy doors of

the other cells being opened, one of the new girls sobbing softly, the murmur of conversation as

her captors made their rounds . . . just like always. Every day the same sequence of events

played out as if she were nothing more than a character in some macabre loop film. Judging by

how muffled the sounds were, she knew she would hear seven other cell doors swing open

before they made it to hers; and as the squeaking of hinges grew louder, so would the terse

commands of their keepers. The same set of orders repeated in voices that sounded emotionless

and bored. Day in. Day out.

Her bladder felt as if a heavy stone had grown in it overnight. The stone had sharp edges

that raked against the soft, unprotected lining of the organ, flaring with pain as she struggled to

hold it in. A little wooden bucket sat in one corner of her cell but even with the sleeping bag

pulled up over her face she could still smell it: the stench of stale piss and caked-on shit, so

thick that it seemed to lodge itself in little chunks in the back of her throat. A steady stream of

urine would only make matters worse, churning yesterday's waste into a frothy, brown sludge

and releasing even more of the noxious vapors. No, it was better to wait. Before they left her

cell, they would empty it into the drum which sat across the hall. If not clean, at least it would

be cleaner.

All part of the routine.

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She finally opened her eyes and pulled the sleeping bag down to her shoulders. The view

that greeted her was the usual brick walls that glistened with condensation, the concrete floor

with its Rorschach stains of various bodily fluids; her cell was no larger than a broom closet and

the only light came through the small, barred window on the wooden door . . . and even then

only when torches had been lit in the hall. The wall opposite the door also had one of these

windows, but beyond it was only a darkness so complete that she could only hear the things that

shuffled on the other side..

That would change soon, however. It was also part of the daily routine; the moment her

door opened, they would be at the window, grasping through the bars with hands that looked

shriveled and mummified in the dim light of the cell.

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