Hungry for Your Love: An Anthology of Zombie Romance by Lori Perkins Page B
Authors: Lori Perkins
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battery boxes, so Lassiter didn’t bother to electrify it. I’m going to say, yeah, this is probably our best bet. I’ll get rid of the meat, you get the bolt cutters for the cage.”
Shana attached the silencer to her piece and popped off three brain buster rounds.
Her shots were dead center and all three Zoms went down quick and clean. Ten seconds 97
later we were through the fence and checking out the door and the chute for locks and booby traps.
Sometimes guys like Lassiter fall into the same trap as the drug dealers used to.
They figure they’ve got these vicious beasts running around protecting the place, so they don’t need to take regular everyday security precautions. They get sloppy about closing and locking doors and windows, figuring nobody’s ever going to get past the guardians, so why bother? Guys like that make my life as a cop a lot easier.
Lassiter, unfortunately, was not one of those sloppy guys. The door that led from the cage into the chute was easy enough to breach. But the door that led from the chute into the house was solid steel, with no locks, handles, or buttons on this side to allow humans in. Obviously no one was ever meant to use this door as an entrance.
“Shit, dead end,” I said.
“No pun intended, I suppose,” Shana said, staring hard at the door as she ran her fingers around the edges. “Hold on a second. I think I’ve got it.”
Shana pulled a screwdriver out of Alice’s magic saddlebags and went at the hinges on the door, which surprisingly were completely exposed on this side. Zoms don’t use tools so I suppose it never occurred to Lassiter to cover this particular base. Within a couple of minutes we had the pins out and were ready to pull the door away.
“Ready?”
“Go.”
The door came down, our guns came out and we moved quickly into the house.
Alice wasn’t alerting to any new threats, but she was moving slowly, swinging her huge 98
head from side to side. I had worked with her long enough to know she was searching for something she knew was out there, just beyond her sense range.
The house still had an early-morning quiet feel to it. Like its residents weren’t accustomed to acknowledging the brighter half of the day. There were four doors on this lower level, besides the one we came through. When Mandy and I were dating, they led to a family room, a half bath, the furnace room, and the garage. We checked them out: three were empty and the family room was padlocked from the outside. Whatever was in there wouldn’t be getting out any time soon, so we agreed to move upstairs.
The middle level consisted of the kitchen, dining room, and living room, all in an open-type floor plan. Nothing unusual except the amount of filth and garbage banked up in the corners. It looked like whatever food was consumed in this place didn’t need a cooking or refrigeration. All clear. One more level.
Shana and Alice finally made Mrs. Lassiter’s acquaintance as we reached the upstairs hallway. She charged out at us from the bathroom, but in the second between our guns going off and the bullets blowing through the back of her skull, Shana and I both registered that not only had she been moving at a pretty good clip, but she was armed with an axe and had been quite clearly cursing us out.
“Shit,” both of us said in unison.
“She was alive when we shot her, Ryan. Danielle was wrong. What if she was wrong about everything? What if she fucked us over just to get out of doing time? What if we just broke into a fucking law-abiding civilian’s house and gunned down a woman who was protecting herself from fucking intruders ?”
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“Calm down. Shit. Let’s just take a breath. Okay. First of all, law-abiding civilians don’t keep fucking zombies in a kennel out back. Second, Danielle told us she was only guessing about Mandy and her mother.”
“If that bitch is fucking us over, I’ll hunt her down and…”
BOOM.
The muffled gunshot echoed
Shana attached the silencer to her piece and popped off three brain buster rounds.
Her shots were dead center and all three Zoms went down quick and clean. Ten seconds 97
later we were through the fence and checking out the door and the chute for locks and booby traps.
Sometimes guys like Lassiter fall into the same trap as the drug dealers used to.
They figure they’ve got these vicious beasts running around protecting the place, so they don’t need to take regular everyday security precautions. They get sloppy about closing and locking doors and windows, figuring nobody’s ever going to get past the guardians, so why bother? Guys like that make my life as a cop a lot easier.
Lassiter, unfortunately, was not one of those sloppy guys. The door that led from the cage into the chute was easy enough to breach. But the door that led from the chute into the house was solid steel, with no locks, handles, or buttons on this side to allow humans in. Obviously no one was ever meant to use this door as an entrance.
“Shit, dead end,” I said.
“No pun intended, I suppose,” Shana said, staring hard at the door as she ran her fingers around the edges. “Hold on a second. I think I’ve got it.”
Shana pulled a screwdriver out of Alice’s magic saddlebags and went at the hinges on the door, which surprisingly were completely exposed on this side. Zoms don’t use tools so I suppose it never occurred to Lassiter to cover this particular base. Within a couple of minutes we had the pins out and were ready to pull the door away.
“Ready?”
“Go.”
The door came down, our guns came out and we moved quickly into the house.
Alice wasn’t alerting to any new threats, but she was moving slowly, swinging her huge 98
head from side to side. I had worked with her long enough to know she was searching for something she knew was out there, just beyond her sense range.
The house still had an early-morning quiet feel to it. Like its residents weren’t accustomed to acknowledging the brighter half of the day. There were four doors on this lower level, besides the one we came through. When Mandy and I were dating, they led to a family room, a half bath, the furnace room, and the garage. We checked them out: three were empty and the family room was padlocked from the outside. Whatever was in there wouldn’t be getting out any time soon, so we agreed to move upstairs.
The middle level consisted of the kitchen, dining room, and living room, all in an open-type floor plan. Nothing unusual except the amount of filth and garbage banked up in the corners. It looked like whatever food was consumed in this place didn’t need a cooking or refrigeration. All clear. One more level.
Shana and Alice finally made Mrs. Lassiter’s acquaintance as we reached the upstairs hallway. She charged out at us from the bathroom, but in the second between our guns going off and the bullets blowing through the back of her skull, Shana and I both registered that not only had she been moving at a pretty good clip, but she was armed with an axe and had been quite clearly cursing us out.
“Shit,” both of us said in unison.
“She was alive when we shot her, Ryan. Danielle was wrong. What if she was wrong about everything? What if she fucked us over just to get out of doing time? What if we just broke into a fucking law-abiding civilian’s house and gunned down a woman who was protecting herself from fucking intruders ?”
99
“Calm down. Shit. Let’s just take a breath. Okay. First of all, law-abiding civilians don’t keep fucking zombies in a kennel out back. Second, Danielle told us she was only guessing about Mandy and her mother.”
“If that bitch is fucking us over, I’ll hunt her down and…”
BOOM.
The muffled gunshot echoed
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