Dying Days 6 by Armand Rosamilia Read Free Book Online Page B

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    Eve would get a crew together to take out all the grass and growing things in and around the stadium. She wanted her kingdom seat to be clear of debris and disease. If the humans were going to live under her rule, she needed better living conditions.
    "You have given me an idea," Eve said to Amber.
    "What?" Amber asked innocently.
    Eve couldn't help but laugh. She hadn't felt this good in too long. Well before she'd been bitten by a nurse in the hospital in Canada. Her life had been meaningless and boring, the same routine each and every day.
    She was the doting wife to a man who didn't appreciate anything. Holden was verbally abusive or distant. Either late home from work each night and already lubricated with a few beers with the guys or home early because he'd begun drinking at noon. Liquid lunch, he liked to call it.
    Eve wasn't weak. She'd never been a pushover and at first the two battled with words and sometimes fists after too many beers but the passion they felt was unreal.
    Her mother had had a stroke and Eve was in the hospital for three straight days when the word came down to ICU there was a complication in the hospital and everyone was being evacuated.
    Her husband had finally come to pick her up after three days, ranting about zombies and their safety. Her mother, too weak to move, was pushed in her bed by Holden even though nurses tried to stop him.
    The rest was a blur: her distant husband suddenly worrying about her safety, trying to get her mother's bed and IVs and everything else attached to her into the elevator while a crowd of nurses, doctors and patients wanted to do the same.
    In the lobby there was a major commotion and Eve remembered gunshots but she could never tell if they were inside the hospital or in the parking lot.
    They'd gotten to the car, parked in the fire lane, when a sickly man, covered in vomit and blood, fell upon the bed and Eve's mother.
    The rest was a rush of motion and angry colors, as something clamped down on Eve's arm and wouldn't let go even as she was dragged to the pavement.
    Holden had rescued her after a fashion and she smiled at the thought of their last moments together.
    Eve wondered if her mother was out there, somewhere, doing the same things she was doing. She guessed her condition had improved thanks to longevity. Eve could sense some of the others from the beginning, a quick flash of their presence in her mind. Fleeting glimpses of another moving around in this world. She knew they were all amassing a human collection for themselves. Future use.
    Eve remembered reading a series of books about vampires when she was in high school and she'd gone through her dark Goth phase. The creatures had been powerful, ruling an alternate world with iron fists.
    I'm not a vampire but I'm damn close , Eve thought. Standing in the sunlight didn't fry her to a crisp, but it was beyond uncomfortable at times. Sitting on the sidelines of the former football field with two canopies overhead and umbrellas in buckets nearby in case she wanted to take a stroll or cross the field, Eve knew eventually she would only be comfortable at night. She truly would be a vampire, only she wouldn't need to search the sleeping town for victims. She was growing them herself. Future use.
    Her perspective had changed as she evolved. Death and love were no real considerations, only the Self. In her twenties she'd dated a self-proclaimed Satanist. She now knew he was just a selfish asshole who wanted to have threesomes with her and her friends, but at the time she was enthralled by his deep wisdom. It turned out to be shit but hindsight was 20/20.
    Eve supposed her mindset was the same as his had been: nothing is more important than my own happiness and survival. Nothing.
    She stroked Amber's hair again and was about to yell when the man ran up, panting, with a large hairbrush.
    "Thank you," Eve said, feeling generous with her words and confusing the man. "That is all for now. Feel free to go back