Z-Burbia: A Zombie Novel by Bible Jake

Author:Bible, Jake [Bible, Jake]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Severed Press
Published: 2013-10-11T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

“TRAN!” I scream.

“Quiet,” Stella says.

“He can scream all he wants, ma’am,” the stern voiced man says as he comes around in front of us. “Don’t make no difference. This is a working farm. We’re nothing but zombie bait. They keep coming and coming because our slice of Paradise just smells too good.”

“TRAN! STOP!” I yell, cupping my hands to my mouth.

Tran doesn’t stop. In fact, he starts to wave his arms and shout at the Zs. Despite my screaming attempt to divert their attention, the Zs lurch about, slowly realizing there is food right behind. Once they see him, they move as one, a swarm of undead, shuffle stepping to supper.

I keep screaming at him. For some reason I feel responsible. I don’t know why. It makes no sense at all, but I just feel like my years as a shit neighbor have finally led to this point. If I’d invited him over for a beer or to watch a game. Or just to hang and play some pool. Maybe to one of my poker nights. Anything. But I did none of this and now, well…

“Don’t look, kids,” Stella says, steering the children away. “This is not to be seen.”

“Good for the young ones to understand the way of life these days,” stern voiced man says. “Hardens them to the daily truth our Lord has seen fit to bestow upon us. This is no accident, ma’am. This is God’s will.”

“Jesus, he sounds like Carrey,” Landon says.

“You blaspheme again, young man,” stern voice growls, “and I put you outside the fence.”

“Daddy, calm down,” Melissa says, turning to her father and placing a hand on his chest. “The past few days have not been easy.” Melissa looks at us and tries to smile. “This is my daddy. You can call him Big Daddy Fitz. That’s what he likes and what he goes by.”

None of us introduce ourselves because the screaming has started. Tran’s voice is high-pitched, a child’s voice almost. Then it isn’t. We can see the Zs swarming on him. A red mist fills the air as they tear at his body. One of them must have gotten his throat. Not another sound filters to us.

“How about we all go inside,” Big Daddy suggests. “We’ll let nature take its course then come back out later for refreshments.”

“Refreshments?” I ask. “Refreshments! Are you fucking kidding me? A man just died!”

“There is no cursing here, sir,” Big Daddy says. “And while yes, he did just die, he made that choice. That was an obvious suicide and that is an affront to God. That, sir, is a mortal sin. His soul is lost and cannot be redeemed.”

“Daddy?” another horse-sized man says from the porch. “How many sweet teas do I need to pour?”

Big Daddy looks about and starts to count, then stops. He looks at Melissa and counts again, then stops. “Sweetie, Mel, where’s your man?” Mel just shakes her head. “Oh, my poor girl, come here.”

Melissa is enveloped in her father’s arms.

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