Z-Burbia 7: Sisters of the Apocalypse Read Free

falling from her mouth.
    "Jesus," Marcie says. "Close your mouth."
    "Whatever," Antoinette says and swallows. "I still don't look as bad as El when she eats."
    They all turn to me and grin. Fuckers.
    "Ha ha," I say. "You should have seen how I ate when I was munching on people meat."
    "You had to go there, didn't you?" Steph says and rolls her eyes. She's an eye roller.
    "I lived there," I replied. "Don't worry. I ain't going back. You bitches look yummy, but I think you all are a little spoiled."
    "Fuck and you," Marcie laughs as she gives me the finger.
    I love my sisters.

 
    Chapter Two
     
    The town we're in was called North Valley. That's what it was called when people lived here. Ain't called that now. Now? It's Z-Town. Z-Ville. The Z-Burg. Z-Valley. Yeah, Z-Valley. Should have said that first. I miss Long Pork. He always knew all the good puns and jokes and funny stuffs.
    Whatever the fuck it's called, it's someplace north of Albuquerque, New Mexico. Which means we ain't even in Colorado anymore. And it's hot as fuck because it's September and shit is still hot down here in the Southwest in September. Or that's what Charlie says. He's all Mr. Big Thinks, so he knows his weather facts. Not that I need weather facts to know it's hot because it's fucking hot.
    Might be hot during the day, but it gets butt-ass cold at night, so we sisters all huddle up together to stay warm as the stars sparkle in the perfectly clear night sky. Audrey calls on the radio a couple of times to tell us we suck since she has no one to huddle with. We tell her we're sorry, but none of us are because we're warm and would rather stay warm. But we tell her we are sorry because that's what sisters do. Lie to make each other feel better.
    I'm not as good at the lying as others.
    "Oh, God, who farted?" Marcie groans.
    "Me," I say. "It's the salami."
    "We all ate the salami and aren't smelling like a dead horse," Antoinette says. "You got something wrong inside you."
    "That's what they tell me," I say. Then fart again.
    "Dammit, El," Steph growls. "We're gonna make you get out of the huddle if you keep doing that."
    "Farts are part of life," I say. "Do not banish life because you cannot handle the stink of it."
    "That sounds like Greta," Marcie says. "You need to stop listening to Greta. She's constantly fucking with you, you know?"
    "Yeah," I reply. "I know. It's our game."
    We all drift off to sleep, the sound of the Zs down below like a scary lullaby. Not too scary since I can whoop Z ass when I want to, but it ain't soothing like Stella singing a song or anything.
    I miss Stella too. She was kind and strong and smart and kicked Long Pork's ass when it needed to be kicked which was like all the time because he was so annoying and stupid sometimes but other times he wasn't and I miss him just as much.
    Whew. That was a long thought. Need to take a brain breath.
    I dream. Old times when I was a girl. Standing in a white dress as my mother, that evil bitch, presents me to someone. He's tall and thin and has a long scar from his right eye down to his jaw line. He doesn't smile at me. He doesn't say anything. My mother is talking, that evil bitch, and she's saying something to the man, but I can't hear the words. I know she's talking because you just know stuffs in dreams, but I can't hear the stupid words.
    Stupid, stupid words.
    He nods to my mother and reaches down for my hand. I don't want to give it to him. His hand is more scarred than his face. It's all warped and gross and the skin looks like it's made of that doughy play stuff that's bright colors. Can't remember the name of it. It's dough you play with. Fuck! What's it called?
    He has my hand. I didn't give it to him, stupid dream. Stupid, stupid dream.
    We're walking away from my mother, that evil bitch. She waves to me then turns and goes inside our house. It's a big house. Mansion. Not like the Biltmore where I met the sisters for the first time after we were separated. Not that big. But