V-Day: (M-Day #4) by D.T. Dyllin Read Free Book Online Page A

you too. ” I slid down on him, whimpering as he filled me up.
    “ Fuck. ” I hit my open palms against the water, splashing it across the bathroom. I need to get my shit together. I stood abruptly, the idea of a bath no longer as appealing as it had been a few moments ago. I made quick work of washing the ends of my hair and myself. I then rinsed out my hair wrap and wrung it dry, quickly braiding my long hair before tying it up again in the damp cloth. Somehow the little ritual made me feel better, as if I was suiting up for battle. Now I need new clothes and my weapons.
    Just as I gathered myself mentally … all hell broke loose outside.
     

 

Chapter 8
     

    The earsplitting roar shattered the peace just before the rapid pops of gunfire rang out. I dashed into the bedroom, my vision tilting slightly as I cursed what seemed like my ever-present head injury. I pulled open draws, scrambling to find a fresh set of clothes, and maybe some viable weapons. I didn ’ t think I was going to be able to take down any I-Men with just a hairbrush.
    What the fuck? It seemed like whoever ’ s room this actually was, had shopped at Sluts R ’ Us , or at least pillaged it. What happened to post-apocalyptic practical fashion? I was under the impression it was all the rage. Of course the women of this house don ’ t seem to do a whole lot of fighting or running. Maybe the I-Men had stocked the slutty clothes in the room? Mentally shrugging, not having time to think about it as more sounds of chaos reached my ears, I pulled on an oddly cut leopard print top, and tight black pants, with a pair of black combat boots that were a size or so too big for my feet.
    Where the hell are my weapons? Tasha said they had them, so where the hell had they stashed them? My palms veritably itched to be holding at least a handgun.
    I slunk over to the window to get a look at what was going on outside. Just as I raised my head up, a figure vaulted over me to land in the room. I whirled around ready to face the new threat, brandishing the useless hairbrush . I could totally ram it through an eye socket if I had no other options. Yeah right. But instead of an I-Man, a woman, laden down with weapons and covered in tattoos grinned at me.
    “ Shhhh … be vaaary quiet. I ’ m hunting I-Men. ” Her eyes slid over me with curiosity. “ Are you friend or foe? ”
    I fought the urge to cover up my skimpy outfit. I could only guess at what she was thinking. “ Do I look like a man to you? Because if so, you need to get your eyes checked. ”
    She tilted her head slightly. “ Snarky. I like it. ” With that she turned and ran for the door, despite her earlier words, not seeming to care if anything she did was silent.
    “ Wait! ” I called after her. “ I need a weapon. ”
    She paused, exhaling loudly. “ Everyone is always trying to take my babies. ” Without looking back at me, she slid a small handgun from a holster on her belt and tossed it at me. I caught it with one hand. “ I hope you actually know how to use that thing and don ’ t shoot me in the back of the head. It ’ ll really piss me off. If I don ’ t manage to survive, I ’ ll haunt the fuck out of you. ”
    I ground my teeth together, simply grunting as my response. I pulled out the clip to check how full it was, and slammed it back into the gun. The small 9mm automatic only held five bullets. I lifted my gaze to eye the much larger guns attached in various manners to the walking arsenal masquerading as a woman. “ How about a —”
    “ Nope. Beggars can ’ t be choosers. I keep handing out my babies all willy-nilly and I won ’ t have any left. You don ’ t like it, tough shit. You really have no idea how lucky you are that I gave you even that. ”
    “ She ’ s right. Evo is beyond stingy with her babies. ” Another woman crept up behind me, her eyes rolling demonstratively at the first. Her long dark hair was in braids, her eyes an odd shade rimmed in blue, and her