more aware of him as a dude; a very cute dude.
A half hour later I stepped out of the bedroom, feeling halfway human again, even though the undergarments were a little loose and the dress barely made it to my thighs.
“Wow, Wild, you trying to raise the dead in that outfit?” smirked Nora as I walked into the kitchen.
“There wasn’t much to choose from. Don’t worry though, there’s another skimpy one like this on the bed that I left for you.”
She sighed. “I guess it’s a whole lot better than letting the world stare at my ass,” she said.
“Oh, I don’t know,” said Billie. “It’s a good distraction for the enemy, dead or alive.”
I rolled my eyes at him.
He ignored me and pointed at my pumps. “The shoes fit, too,” said Billie. “I really like those.”
“Not exactly the zombie ass kicking outfit I’d have chosen,” I mumbled.
“But everyone can appreciate a nice pair of high heels. They raise the butt… ”
Nora snorted. “Typical man.”
I would have loved to have seen Nora’s expression when Billie was wearing heels.
“I don’t know, maybe I’m better without them. They’re a little hard to walk in,” I said. I felt like a new foal walking around in the pumps. I’d never been much for high heels.
“They double as a weapon though,” said Billie. “The heels are sharp and if anything, you can just carry them around.”
“I don’t care. The moment I find a pair of tennis shoes or boots, these are getting tossed into the streets,” I said.
Nora took her time in the shower and when she came down to the kitchen, she was scowling. “What in the hell was up with the woman of the house? She must have been a stripper or something.”
I bit back a smile, her dress was skimpier than mine and she wore sliver platform sandals. Interestingly enough, she was much better with heels than I was.
“I think we should go next door and see if there are more appropriate clothes available,” I said.
Just then Billie, who’d been packing the SUV with more supplies, came rushing into the kitchen. “We have company and they don’t look friendly,” he said.
Nora and I rushed to the front of the house and looked out the window. Three burly biker type of guys had pulled up in a tall pickup and were heading towards the front door, carrying guns.
“Did they see you?” I asked.
He sighed. “Probably.
“Shit, we need weapons,” snapped Nora, clacking into the kitchen with her heels. Fortunately, the butcher block still had knives and we grabbed them.
“Do you have the keys to the SUV?” I whispered to Billie as we snuck out the kitchen patio door.
“Shit,” he said, feeling in his pockets. “I think I might have left them on the back bumper of the SUV.”
“Nice going, Sherlock,” snapped Nora.
“Hey, you should be lucky I found you,” he snapped back. “You probably would have been zombie chow by now if I wouldn’t have bumped into you when I did.”
“Bullshit, we were doing just fine without you,” growled Nora.
“Quit fighting,” I hissed. “Let’s just sneak around to the SUV and get the hell out of here.”
We crept around to the front of the house and Billie grabbed the keys, which were actually lying on the ground behind the SUV.
“Leaving so soon,” snorted a greasy haired guy with tattoos all over his thick arms. He spat out a wad of tobacco and cocked his gun.
“Listen, we don’t want any trouble,” said Billie, raising his hands. “You can have whatever you want.”
The other two guys, both muscle-bound and scarier than all crap, stepped out of the house and cocked their guns. “See, I told you I saw something,” said the shorter guy with a thin white scar on the side of his cheek.
The taller one with a goatee, who appeared to be the leader, nodded. “Good job Bones,” he said in a deep gravelly voice. “You three…toss the knives away and get on the ground.”
“I think we got ourselves a couple of strippers,” chuckled Scar
A half hour later I stepped out of the bedroom, feeling halfway human again, even though the undergarments were a little loose and the dress barely made it to my thighs.
“Wow, Wild, you trying to raise the dead in that outfit?” smirked Nora as I walked into the kitchen.
“There wasn’t much to choose from. Don’t worry though, there’s another skimpy one like this on the bed that I left for you.”
She sighed. “I guess it’s a whole lot better than letting the world stare at my ass,” she said.
“Oh, I don’t know,” said Billie. “It’s a good distraction for the enemy, dead or alive.”
I rolled my eyes at him.
He ignored me and pointed at my pumps. “The shoes fit, too,” said Billie. “I really like those.”
“Not exactly the zombie ass kicking outfit I’d have chosen,” I mumbled.
“But everyone can appreciate a nice pair of high heels. They raise the butt… ”
Nora snorted. “Typical man.”
I would have loved to have seen Nora’s expression when Billie was wearing heels.
“I don’t know, maybe I’m better without them. They’re a little hard to walk in,” I said. I felt like a new foal walking around in the pumps. I’d never been much for high heels.
“They double as a weapon though,” said Billie. “The heels are sharp and if anything, you can just carry them around.”
“I don’t care. The moment I find a pair of tennis shoes or boots, these are getting tossed into the streets,” I said.
Nora took her time in the shower and when she came down to the kitchen, she was scowling. “What in the hell was up with the woman of the house? She must have been a stripper or something.”
I bit back a smile, her dress was skimpier than mine and she wore sliver platform sandals. Interestingly enough, she was much better with heels than I was.
“I think we should go next door and see if there are more appropriate clothes available,” I said.
Just then Billie, who’d been packing the SUV with more supplies, came rushing into the kitchen. “We have company and they don’t look friendly,” he said.
Nora and I rushed to the front of the house and looked out the window. Three burly biker type of guys had pulled up in a tall pickup and were heading towards the front door, carrying guns.
“Did they see you?” I asked.
He sighed. “Probably.
“Shit, we need weapons,” snapped Nora, clacking into the kitchen with her heels. Fortunately, the butcher block still had knives and we grabbed them.
“Do you have the keys to the SUV?” I whispered to Billie as we snuck out the kitchen patio door.
“Shit,” he said, feeling in his pockets. “I think I might have left them on the back bumper of the SUV.”
“Nice going, Sherlock,” snapped Nora.
“Hey, you should be lucky I found you,” he snapped back. “You probably would have been zombie chow by now if I wouldn’t have bumped into you when I did.”
“Bullshit, we were doing just fine without you,” growled Nora.
“Quit fighting,” I hissed. “Let’s just sneak around to the SUV and get the hell out of here.”
We crept around to the front of the house and Billie grabbed the keys, which were actually lying on the ground behind the SUV.
“Leaving so soon,” snorted a greasy haired guy with tattoos all over his thick arms. He spat out a wad of tobacco and cocked his gun.
“Listen, we don’t want any trouble,” said Billie, raising his hands. “You can have whatever you want.”
The other two guys, both muscle-bound and scarier than all crap, stepped out of the house and cocked their guns. “See, I told you I saw something,” said the shorter guy with a thin white scar on the side of his cheek.
The taller one with a goatee, who appeared to be the leader, nodded. “Good job Bones,” he said in a deep gravelly voice. “You three…toss the knives away and get on the ground.”
“I think we got ourselves a couple of strippers,” chuckled Scar
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