Z-Burbia 7: Sisters of the Apocalypse Read Free Page B

rummaging in her pack for breakfast. "Be nice or no apples for you."
    "Got my own apples," I say.
    "Nope," she smiles. "I snagged all the apples because I knew you'd be grumpy."
    "Sneaky twat," I say, but I'm smiling.
    Sisters call each other twats. It's funny.
    I drop my pants and have a wonderful piss. Nothing beats a good piss first thing in the morning even if it is cold as hell and my butt cheeks start to shiver. I do that little ass shake thing and pull up my pants. This is important. Pay attention. My belt buckle won't buckle right, so I start getting mad at it and stomp around the roof. I almost step in my piss then almost step in my sisters' piss and end up doing this hop jump thing over the puddles.
    When I land, my foot goes through the roof and I'm stuck up to my knee.
    "Shitfuck," I bitch as I forget my stupid belt and yank at my leg. "Hey! I'm stuck!"
    "Keep it down," Steph snaps. "You'll get the Zs riled up."
    Everyone comes over to me and I see them start to laugh. Then I see them stop starting to laugh. Then I see them hurry backwards as a crack in the roof spreads from my leg all the way across to the far side. Their eyes go wide, my eyes go wide, everyone freezes for that little second.
    Then they jump into action. Antoinette flings herself at me, forgetting about the piss puddles between us, and reaches out as far as she can. I grab her hand as Steph grabs Antoinette and Marcie grabs Steph. They pull, but the roof is already cracking too much and my other leg drops down into the building. Antoinette is shouting at me, but like in my dream, I can't hear her words.
    Why?
    Because all I hear are Zs growling and moaning and hissing. A whole bunch of asshole Zs right below me. In the building I'm about to fall into. Stupid asshole Zs.
    I reach for one of my blades with my free hand and then the dream shit gets real. My blades are sitting by my pack where we'd all slept. All the way across the roof. Stupid asshole blades.
    "Hold on!" Antoinette shouts.
    "I'm doing that!" I shout back. "Say something helpful!"
    "Fuck you!" she yells.
    "You too!" I yell back.
    The roof cracks more and I start to fall. I can see the crack spreading to Antoinette. If I go down and she doesn't let go then she goes down with me. Can't have that. Sisters don't let sisters go down. She's probably thinking the same thing because when I let go, she grabs me with her other hand.
    "No," I say and shake my head. "I got this. Get off the roof and help me from below."
    "There are too many Zs below!" Antoinette shouts. "I'm not letting go!"
    "Come in from one of the windows," I say, all cool and casual because what else are you gonna do when you're shitfucked like this. "Let. Go."
    "Do it," Steph says.
    Antoinette starts to argue, but the roof buckles and the crack hits her right in the chest. She lets go.
    I fall fast and hit hard. Nothing broken, I know that right away. You don't live in the zombie apocalypse without being super aware of your body. Plus, all that secret conditioning and whatever else Kramer did to us.
    I get to my feet and spin about, the morning light just gloomy bullshit through the dirty windows of the room. It's an apartment. Was an apartment. I'm in a bedroom. With a few Zs.
    Five Zs. Two women, two men, and a little girl. In a white dress. Was a white dress. All gross now. They come at me, but they're slow and barely held together by spit and shit and goo.
    The first woman reaches me and I punch through her head. My fist squishes her rotten brains right out the back of her crumbly skull. That Z drops and I kick out against the first man that's near me. My foot sinks through his chest instead of knocking him back. Great. Now my foot is stuck in a Z's ribcage.
    No matter. I can handle this.
    I wait for the second woman to reach me and I rip her arms off then jam one into her brain and the other into the brain of the guy holding my foot hostage in his stupid ribcage. She falls, he falls, my foot comes free, and I stand