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

push the barrel away from me. Inez swings it back into place, which I knew she'd do, and I use the momentum to grab the rifle and wrench it out of the woman's hands.
    I spin it around and have the tip of the barrel up Inez One's right nostril before anyone can even take a breath. Inez Two moves at me, her shotgun going for my head, but Inez One holds up a hand and she stops.
    "I want to leave," I say. My voice is soft and sweet. Okay, it's not really, but I don't yell at her. No yelling from me means soft and sweet. "I am going to leave. That's what's going to happen. It's happening. Yes, it is. I am leaving. You all can fuck off and stay here. Do not follow me, do not try to take me down. You make a move and I kill you all."
    "We have more guns!" Inez Two barks.
    "Oh, shit, do you?" I laugh. "I give up."
    The women are confused. None of them know who is calling the shots. Inez One is busy staring me in the face, ignoring the rifle barrel up her nose. Inez Two is trying to be a tough bitch and intimidate me. Neither of them are giving the others any help on how to act or what to do next. Chaos.
    I like chaos.
    "Listen up, bitches," I say loudly. "I can blow this bitch's head off and turn and kill half of you before you sorry sacks of shit even pull the first trigger. That's a bunch of dead bitches. Even if you get a shot off, you won't hit me because I know exactly which one of you is going to fire first and I already have my sights set on you."
    They all twitch and shuffle their feet. A few of them look around as if they can figure out who I've pegged as the first shooter. No way for any of them to do that because I'm full of shit. How the fuck would I know who is going to shoot first? All I care about is taking down as many as possible in the first second before I dive to the ground and let them tear each other apart.
    Which is exactly what they'll do. There are a couple of other rifles, but mostly shotguns. I hit the dirt and they pull those triggers? Inez soup is all that will be left.
    "If any of you fire, you'll hit one of our own," Inez One says.
    Dammit, she ain't completely stupid. Ruins all the fun.
    She focuses back on me and tries to smile. It's worse than when I try to fake smile. I made a little girl cry for two days with nightmares when I fake smiled at her back at the Stronghold. Her mom still won't talk to me.
    "Put the rifle down, please," Inez One says. "Then we can talk."
    "If I put this down then one of your freaky clones is gonna blast me," I say.
    "We aren't clones," Inez Two snaps. "None of us even look the same."
    "Those two do," I say and point at two chicks standing by the edge of the group. They really do look the same.
    "They're twins!" Inez Two shouts. Man, she gets angry fast.
    "Oh," I say. "Well they should color their hair or something so they don't look so much alike. It's confusing."
    "This woman is insane," Inez Two says to Inez One. "Let's blast her and—"
    Her forehead explodes all over me. Blood, brains, bone. It just splatters across my face and I start spitting out gunk as I hit the ground. The sound of the gunshot reaches me just as I reach the dirt. Then a whole bunch of gunshots ring out and I cover my head as more brains and blood spray everywhere.
    The Inezes are screaming their heads off, the ones that still got their heads, and running this way and that. Dumb broads. They should have just dropped to the ground. Better chance at living. The gunshots continue, the screams start to go away. When there is only a few sobbing Inezes left, I lift my head to see the damage.
    "Shitfuck me," I say as I stare into an Inez's lifeless eyes. She got a bullet through the neck and it tore her voice box right out. I can see through her throat and out the back of her spine, which ain't there no more. "Damn."
    "El!" Steph yells from far off. "You good?"
    I lift my hand and give her a thumbs up. Makes me think of Long Pork.
    I feel footsteps, but barely hear them as my sisters sprint from their