winced, but held firm. “Of course, General.”
Peters stepped back, crossing his arms across his chest. “I believe you were sure last time—” His voice boomed across the enclosed space. “And now I’ve lost four good men and have four extra undead fuckers to deal with, don’t I?”
Martin stalked up to the man until they were nose-to-nose, but Antonio held his ground, his shaking subsiding.
“This time I’ve tried something different. The creatures will be staked on a leash. We can watch their movements with no one in danger.”
“Very good, Captain.” He patted the man on the cheek harder than necessary. “Perhaps you should have thought of that last time.”
“Sir, I told you—um, I let you know there was a chance of failure until we get the right frequency.”
“Yes you did, Antonio. But you’d better find it soon. Because I’m running out of patience—and men.”
♦♦♦
Tanya Gomez placed a hand to her brow, to shield the sun’s glare from her eyes. She spotted the general and that sniveling, idiotic Antonio coming out of the bunker.
She sighed. So many zombie widows, as they were called, and she was still stuck with a stupid husband. Her glance slid to Martin Peters. There was a man! He saw what he wanted and he seized it. Just like he’d seen her in town long before the zombies came, and seized her.
Her breath caught and she squeezed her thighs together. What a lover. Muy caliente . Rough and strong, just like she wanted it, needed it. He was her best so far. She’d had many since her first at fourteen, but none like Martin. His tastes were even more perverted than her own.
Antonio ran up to her, wrapping his arms around her, suffocating her. He swooped in for a kiss. She turned her head at the last second and his perpetually wet lips slid along her cheek. She shuddered as he whispered in her ear.
“ Mi espousa . My wife. I love you.”
She pushed her husband away. “Go do your job. Don’t keep the general waiting. You know how angry he gets.”
He kissed her quickly before she could stop him. As he ran to catch up with Peters, she wiped her hand across her mouth and dried it on her jeans. Her time was coming. Soon, she’d get rid of the boy and have a man.
Tanya strolled over to the arena with the rest of the people standing nearby. She noted the crowd was smaller than for the last test. She smiled. Some people were such wimps. A little bloodshed and they couldn’t handle it. So what if a few soldiers were killed?
The ripping.
The tearing.
The moans of the undead as they fed.
She shuddered and squeezed her thighs together .
That night Martin had been a beast as well.
The bloodshed had been more than just a little when the four men were mauled by the zombies. Several men had jumped up with guns ready to fire, but the general had ordered them to stop. The infected were forced into the cages with the rest of the zombs.
That stupid Antonio thought he had a way to control the creatures. She prayed he failed again. Maybe the general would finally end his loser life.
She found a seat near the top of the wooden grandstands. A new fence enclosed the arena after the last debacle. The fresh-sawed wood smell almost covered the stench of the undead. Their moans filled the air. The beasts were leashed to tall stakes in a semicircle around the far edge of the dirt arena.
General Peters strode to the near end, his hand wrapped around a young girl’s arm. Tanya squinted. Miranda Stevens. She sat up straighter, a smile on her lips. Miranda was the latest young thing in Martin’s bed. He stood tall, his gaze directly to her, and an evil grin on his face. Yes! The stupid girl meant nothing to him. He was hers.
A man yelled from the edge of the arena. “Stop. You can’t do this. She’s my baby.”
General Peters nodded and a man stepped up to the distraught father and a shot rang out across the field. Blood blossomed on his white shirt. The man fell to the ground. A silent moment
Peters stepped back, crossing his arms across his chest. “I believe you were sure last time—” His voice boomed across the enclosed space. “And now I’ve lost four good men and have four extra undead fuckers to deal with, don’t I?”
Martin stalked up to the man until they were nose-to-nose, but Antonio held his ground, his shaking subsiding.
“This time I’ve tried something different. The creatures will be staked on a leash. We can watch their movements with no one in danger.”
“Very good, Captain.” He patted the man on the cheek harder than necessary. “Perhaps you should have thought of that last time.”
“Sir, I told you—um, I let you know there was a chance of failure until we get the right frequency.”
“Yes you did, Antonio. But you’d better find it soon. Because I’m running out of patience—and men.”
♦♦♦
Tanya Gomez placed a hand to her brow, to shield the sun’s glare from her eyes. She spotted the general and that sniveling, idiotic Antonio coming out of the bunker.
She sighed. So many zombie widows, as they were called, and she was still stuck with a stupid husband. Her glance slid to Martin Peters. There was a man! He saw what he wanted and he seized it. Just like he’d seen her in town long before the zombies came, and seized her.
Her breath caught and she squeezed her thighs together. What a lover. Muy caliente . Rough and strong, just like she wanted it, needed it. He was her best so far. She’d had many since her first at fourteen, but none like Martin. His tastes were even more perverted than her own.
Antonio ran up to her, wrapping his arms around her, suffocating her. He swooped in for a kiss. She turned her head at the last second and his perpetually wet lips slid along her cheek. She shuddered as he whispered in her ear.
“ Mi espousa . My wife. I love you.”
She pushed her husband away. “Go do your job. Don’t keep the general waiting. You know how angry he gets.”
He kissed her quickly before she could stop him. As he ran to catch up with Peters, she wiped her hand across her mouth and dried it on her jeans. Her time was coming. Soon, she’d get rid of the boy and have a man.
Tanya strolled over to the arena with the rest of the people standing nearby. She noted the crowd was smaller than for the last test. She smiled. Some people were such wimps. A little bloodshed and they couldn’t handle it. So what if a few soldiers were killed?
The ripping.
The tearing.
The moans of the undead as they fed.
She shuddered and squeezed her thighs together .
That night Martin had been a beast as well.
The bloodshed had been more than just a little when the four men were mauled by the zombies. Several men had jumped up with guns ready to fire, but the general had ordered them to stop. The infected were forced into the cages with the rest of the zombs.
That stupid Antonio thought he had a way to control the creatures. She prayed he failed again. Maybe the general would finally end his loser life.
She found a seat near the top of the wooden grandstands. A new fence enclosed the arena after the last debacle. The fresh-sawed wood smell almost covered the stench of the undead. Their moans filled the air. The beasts were leashed to tall stakes in a semicircle around the far edge of the dirt arena.
General Peters strode to the near end, his hand wrapped around a young girl’s arm. Tanya squinted. Miranda Stevens. She sat up straighter, a smile on her lips. Miranda was the latest young thing in Martin’s bed. He stood tall, his gaze directly to her, and an evil grin on his face. Yes! The stupid girl meant nothing to him. He was hers.
A man yelled from the edge of the arena. “Stop. You can’t do this. She’s my baby.”
General Peters nodded and a man stepped up to the distraught father and a shot rang out across the field. Blood blossomed on his white shirt. The man fell to the ground. A silent moment
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