Zombie Chaos Book 1: Bloodbath in the Big Easy by Laura Martone & Daniel Martone

Author:Laura Martone & Daniel Martone [Martone, Laura]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, mobi, epub
Published: 2017-09-10T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 17

“Sometimes, the world of the living gets mixed up with the world of the dead.”

– Mrs. Bertha Mills, The Others (2001)

I covered the first block, between Bourbon and Dauphine, with little trouble. Less than two blocks from Rampart Street, however, I was forced to fire the derringer for the first time. Actually, I missed the initial shot, so I ended up using both chambers.

I’d just crossed Dauphine when a girl wearing a blood-spattered school uniform stumbled from an open alley. Thanks to the gore, it was hard to pinpoint her age. She could’ve been a senior in high school, a well-developed freshman, or a twentysomething woman dressed up as a slutty parochial student. Living in New Orleans, particularly during Mardi Gras, Halloween, or pretty much any weekend, I’d always found it best not to judge.

I would’ve sidestepped her, as with other zombies I’d passed, but she seemed more determined than most. Once she’d gotten a whiff of me or Azazel, she had no intention of letting us go. So, as she continued toward me, I aimed the derringer, pulled the trigger… and completely fucking missed her.

On some psychological level, I could’ve missed on purpose: I had yet to kill a woman, and even after the bloodbath I’d just witnessed, I still found it hard to do so. Again, I hadn’t had time to think when I’d dealt with the three zombies in the courtyard; I’d simply reacted on instinct. But, just the day before, that girl could’ve been hanging out with her friends or shopping for a holiday dress in one of the French Quarter’s swanky clothing stores. Now, she was a fucking mindless zombie, with some ass-wipe pointing a gun at her head.

It was also highly probable I was simply a lousy shot. Though far from a skilled sniper, I’d driven to a shooting range in Gretna, a suburb on the West Bank of the river, almost every day since receiving Samir’s tell-all flash drive. Not surprisingly, I still sucked at shooting — just not as much as I had a couple weeks earlier.

In either case, chivalry or incompetence seemed like poor reasons to miss a target at less than ten feet away. By the time the once-sexy schoolgirl was five feet from me, though, she was lying on her back, with a .38-sized hole in her forehead.

And joy of joys, the gunshots had alerted other zombies. In retrospect, I should’ve used the axe; compared to the derringer, it offered a much less conspicuous way to kill. I knew better than to call unnecessary attention to myself, something I’d even warned Peter and Marci not to do. But, even given what had happened with the T-1000, I’d been worried about getting the axe stuck in another zombie skull and making myself even more of a target.

Essentially, though, pulling a trigger equated to ringing the dinner bell. From both ends of Dauphine, various buildings in the vicinity, and farther down Ursulines, toward the former party house, hundreds of zombies came trotting and stumbling toward me.

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