Shamblers: the zombie apocalypse by Cormier Andrew

Author:Cormier, Andrew [Cormier, Andrew]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2014-07-13T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

“Are you going to undo these ties anytime soon?” Becky asked as I plopped myself down on the thick-cushioned, leather couch that was inside the fire station living area.

“Maybe,” I said nonchalantly,” Once you’ve proven that you can be trusted.”

“You can trust me, I promise.” She smiled at me and tried to look innocent.

“The fact that you say that proves to me I can’t. I’m not a fucking retard. Now come here and suck my dick.”

“No fucking way, you pig!” She tried to kick me. I easily knocked her foot to the side and she fell over, onto the couch next to me. She thrashed around for a second and finally got back to her feet.

“See? I knew I couldn’t trust you. You still don’t love me or want me. If you sucked my dick, maybe I’d untie you.”

“Fuck you, asshole.”

“Let me at least feel your tits.”

“No.” She turned away from me.

I was getting frustrated with this dumb slut. “Why do you hate me so much?” I questioned, “All I’ve wanted since I saw you was to make you mine. You’re so fucking sexy. You can’t really fault me for wanting you, can you?”

She sneered and sarcastically replied, “There might be a few reasons I hate you. Gee…. let me think- um, you killed Nick. That’s a start.”

I laughed. “I killed for you, baby. Nick was a pussy and hardly a real man. He didn’t survive because of his skill or brains. He was lucky on many occasions. I mean, face it; Nick wasn’t exactly the best survivor. He wouldn’t have kept you safe.”

“Any you can?”

“Yes. I’ll do whatever it takes to protect you.”

“So because you think you’re so talented and smart, you’re a better survivor than he is, and a better person?”

I laughed again and clapped a few times. “Poor Becky,” I stated, “you just don’t see it, do you? There are no good people left. Don’t kid yourself. Only the strong survive. You know that. Look at that fat, dumb shit Martin. He was torn apart. What about Olivia? She thought she could fight zombies with a fucking fork! A fork!”

Becky looked ready to cry. “You really are something, you know that?” she commented.

“I know,” I beamed.

She shook her head. In her most petulant voice she responded, “I’m going to sleep. I’ll see you in the morning.” She stormed off into one of the bedrooms. I heard metal springs squeak as she sat on a bed. A moment later, I went in with some rope that I had found downstairs. I ensured that she couldn’t get up in the middle of the night to kill me in my sleep. For good measure, I also shoved an old, navy-blue sock from a bureau into her mouth.

“Night-night hun,” I said and kissed her forehead. She mumbled something through her gag.

The next morning, once I had untied her and removed the gag amid her cries of “fucking asshole” we made our way out of the fire station. After an uneventful morning of scavenging a few buildings, we had filled up our duffel bag.

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