Z-Burbia 7: Sisters of the Apocalypse by Jake Bible Page B
Authors: Jake Bible
Tags: Science-Fiction, Literature & Fiction, Horror, Science Fiction & Fantasy, Genre Fiction, post apocalyptic
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helped us at all," Audrey continues. "You've gotten us into more trouble with every suggestion. The courthouse, this building. What's next? You gonna just make it quick and put a gun to our heads?"
"She can't put one gun to all of our heads," I say.
"You know what I mean, El," Audrey snaps.
"Just saying," I reply. "Leave her be. She makes it or she don't. No need to torture the girl."
"I'll make it," Froggy Girl says.
"You think so?" Audrey asks. "El? Give her one of your pistols."
"What?" I ask, my turn to snap. "No way. I need my pistols."
"You have the Barrett," Antoinette says.
"Shut up," I reply. "I need my pistols."
"She's gonna need something," Audrey says as she stands up. "And you have the Barrett."
"I can't whip the Barrett out and kill Zs with it on the run!" I growl. "You guys are being assholes."
"I don't need it," Froggy Girl says. "I won't hit anything. I can just run and keep up."
"See?" I say. "She can run and keep up."
"Then we're all on the same page," Audrey says. "We go in five. She's on her own and either runs and keeps up or falls behind and gets eaten by Zs."
"Or taken by Doyles for their breeding farm," Froggy Girl says.
That stops us dead like a headless Z. Shit…
"Okay, hold on," Audrey says and takes a deep breath. "Breeding farm?"
"Doyles catch Inezes and use them to make more Doyles," Froggy Girl says. "If a girl baby is born then they grow her until she can carry a Doyle to term. To term? That's what it's called, right?"
"Yes, that's what it's called," Antoinette says.
"Sister meeting," Audrey says.
"Fucking A right, sister meeting," I agree.
We walk to the other side of the roof and huddle close. It's hot and we stink and shit is sweaty, but we lean in, our heads almost touching.
"Breeding farm," Audrey sighs. "Fuck."
"We can't let that shit keep happening," Marcie says.
"No way," Antoinette says.
"Changes the game," I say. "We have a new mission."
"I hear all of that," Audrey says. "But this is the closest we've been to the blind kids. We know Kramer has something to do with them. If we switch our focus now then it could be months, or years, before we catch Kramer's trail again."
"We all hate Kramer," Antoinette says. "But the Doyles have a breeding farm."
"Yeah, I fucking know they have a breeding farm," Audrey snaps. "But we're also talking about a bunch of women that all call themselves Inez."
"No, we killed them," I say. "Shot 'em dead back by the river. These chicks probably ain't Inezes anymore. They're just women."
"Does it fucking matter?" Audrey asks. "What I'm trying to say is what the fuck do we do with these chicks when we save them? Doesn't sound like they're the brightest stars in the sky."
"What does that have to do with anything?" Marcie asks. "We've got ex-cannies back at the Stronghold that aren't rocket scientists."
"One of them is," I say. "Or was. I talked to him. He used to be a rocket scientist. Like for reals. Then Z-Day hit and he had to start eating peoples."
"Really? Who is it?" Antoinette asks.
"You know, that one guy with the red mark on his face," I say.
"Shut the fuck up about the canny rocket scientist," Audrey says. "We vote now. Keep on with the mission as it is or go try to save some stupid bitches that are probably all pregnant and can't be saved anyway."
"Way to sell it," Marcie says.
"Just being realistic," Audrey says. "Say we do find this breeding farm. Say we do kill enough Doyles to get the women out. How many are like full-on pregnant? How many are even going to make the trip to the Stronghold before popping?"
She makes a good point. It's a point Stella would have made, back in the day. But Stella wouldn't have hesitated.
"We save the women," I say. "That's what sisters do. All sisters. We save each other."
"And if one of them, or a few of them, give birth on the way back to the Stronghold?" Audrey asks. "What then? Babies make a lot of fucking noise and noise brings Zs. It also brings crazies and cannies and
"She can't put one gun to all of our heads," I say.
"You know what I mean, El," Audrey snaps.
"Just saying," I reply. "Leave her be. She makes it or she don't. No need to torture the girl."
"I'll make it," Froggy Girl says.
"You think so?" Audrey asks. "El? Give her one of your pistols."
"What?" I ask, my turn to snap. "No way. I need my pistols."
"You have the Barrett," Antoinette says.
"Shut up," I reply. "I need my pistols."
"She's gonna need something," Audrey says as she stands up. "And you have the Barrett."
"I can't whip the Barrett out and kill Zs with it on the run!" I growl. "You guys are being assholes."
"I don't need it," Froggy Girl says. "I won't hit anything. I can just run and keep up."
"See?" I say. "She can run and keep up."
"Then we're all on the same page," Audrey says. "We go in five. She's on her own and either runs and keeps up or falls behind and gets eaten by Zs."
"Or taken by Doyles for their breeding farm," Froggy Girl says.
That stops us dead like a headless Z. Shit…
"Okay, hold on," Audrey says and takes a deep breath. "Breeding farm?"
"Doyles catch Inezes and use them to make more Doyles," Froggy Girl says. "If a girl baby is born then they grow her until she can carry a Doyle to term. To term? That's what it's called, right?"
"Yes, that's what it's called," Antoinette says.
"Sister meeting," Audrey says.
"Fucking A right, sister meeting," I agree.
We walk to the other side of the roof and huddle close. It's hot and we stink and shit is sweaty, but we lean in, our heads almost touching.
"Breeding farm," Audrey sighs. "Fuck."
"We can't let that shit keep happening," Marcie says.
"No way," Antoinette says.
"Changes the game," I say. "We have a new mission."
"I hear all of that," Audrey says. "But this is the closest we've been to the blind kids. We know Kramer has something to do with them. If we switch our focus now then it could be months, or years, before we catch Kramer's trail again."
"We all hate Kramer," Antoinette says. "But the Doyles have a breeding farm."
"Yeah, I fucking know they have a breeding farm," Audrey snaps. "But we're also talking about a bunch of women that all call themselves Inez."
"No, we killed them," I say. "Shot 'em dead back by the river. These chicks probably ain't Inezes anymore. They're just women."
"Does it fucking matter?" Audrey asks. "What I'm trying to say is what the fuck do we do with these chicks when we save them? Doesn't sound like they're the brightest stars in the sky."
"What does that have to do with anything?" Marcie asks. "We've got ex-cannies back at the Stronghold that aren't rocket scientists."
"One of them is," I say. "Or was. I talked to him. He used to be a rocket scientist. Like for reals. Then Z-Day hit and he had to start eating peoples."
"Really? Who is it?" Antoinette asks.
"You know, that one guy with the red mark on his face," I say.
"Shut the fuck up about the canny rocket scientist," Audrey says. "We vote now. Keep on with the mission as it is or go try to save some stupid bitches that are probably all pregnant and can't be saved anyway."
"Way to sell it," Marcie says.
"Just being realistic," Audrey says. "Say we do find this breeding farm. Say we do kill enough Doyles to get the women out. How many are like full-on pregnant? How many are even going to make the trip to the Stronghold before popping?"
She makes a good point. It's a point Stella would have made, back in the day. But Stella wouldn't have hesitated.
"We save the women," I say. "That's what sisters do. All sisters. We save each other."
"And if one of them, or a few of them, give birth on the way back to the Stronghold?" Audrey asks. "What then? Babies make a lot of fucking noise and noise brings Zs. It also brings crazies and cannies and
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