Z-Burbia 7: Sisters of the Apocalypse by Jake Bible Read Free Book Online Page A

anymore. Why the hell would they? Ain't no cake left.
    Done searching the bodies, I stand and stretch. Heat feels good on my bare skin. Got my shirt on my head, so my torso is all naked and shit. I keep stretching and turn around, ready to climb up out of the culvert.
    "Hello," Inez says from the top of the concrete. She's got a few friends with her. They all have firearms. No more table leg clubs.
    Well, shit.

 
    Chapter Five
     
    "You're a good actor," I say.
    "Community theatre for ten years before the Zs showed up," Inez replies.
    "You want me to clap, bitch?" I ask. "Because I ain't." I glare at her. "What you gonna do now?"
    "It was supposed to be easier than this," Inez says.
    "Why the hell would you think that?" I ask, crossing my arms. Not because I want to cover my bare tits, but because I'm annoyed and I cross my arms when I'm annoyed. I could give two fucks who's staring at my tits. Stare away, shitfuckers! "You saw me take down those Zs outside your place. With a fucking lamp. You think some living flesh is going to be harder? You're dumb as a Z if you think that."
    "She's a strange one, Inez," one of the other women says. They are all women. All of them. The talking one has a shotgun aimed at my belly. "Too independent. Dangerous. We should leave her."
    "No, Inez," Inez says. "She is a fit for us. I had hoped she would submit to Inez and we wouldn't have to be here."
    Huh?
    "Hold the shitfuck on," I say. "Which one of you is Inez?"
    "We are," they all say together.
    I do not like it when crazies talk like they're one person. Freaky shit. Super freaky.
    I take my tank off my head and shake it. I make a long show of this, hoping all eyes are on the shirt. I glance up, but all eyes are on me, waiting. I put my tank on and give them a thumbs up.
    "I'm leaving," I say as I clamber up the edge of the culvert and stand right in front of the first Inez. The one I met in the basement. Inez One. "You chicks is nuts and shit. Adios. That means goodbye in Spanish."
    "No," Inez One says, a rifle in her hand, the barrel jammed into my hip as I try to squeeze by. "You are staying."
    The others—all Inezes?—move in close and there's no way I'm getting out of here without taking a few down. I don't want to take any of them down. Too easy. Not fair for them.
    "Take her knife," Inez One says. "And those bars. I shouldn't have let her have them."
    "No, you shouldn't," Inez Two says, the one with the shotgun that spoke before.
    A different Inez grabs my knife from my belt and I start to grab for her, but end up with six shotguns in my face. Okay, maybe not too easy. But not hard.
    A stand of scrub brush rustles and two chicks dressed as tunnel ninjas walk out with Froggy Girl between them. They are helping her walk as she coughs and gags.
    "She almost drown," one of the women says. "Barely got her out of the river in time."
    I look behind me. "That's a river?" I laugh. "That's not a river."
    "We call it a river," Inez Two says. "So it's a river."
    "Whatever, Heather," I say.
    "What? My name is not Heather," Inez Two says.
    "It was a rhyme," I reply.
    "Shitty rhyme," she spits back.
    I shrug. "I don't make the rules."
    "We should kill her," Inez Two insists. There are more than a couple agreeing voices. "She killed two Inezes and almost killed this one. We cannot take her with us."
    "We will bring her around to our ways," Inez One says. "We always do. She can help take the town back."
    I shake my head and Inez One frowns. Well, the bitch was already frowning, so I guess she scowls. Is that it? Scowl? Or is that something you wear on your head? No, that's a cowl. Right. Words. They're hard.
    "You do not have a choice in this," Inez One says.
    I snicker. It pisses her off.
    "Stop that!" she yells and shoves me with the barrel of her rifle.
    Looks like an AK-47 knock-off. Probably taken from one of the gun shops around here on Z-Day. Civilians don't know the difference. Doesn't matter. She won't keep it for long.
    "Ow," I say and