Zombie Fallout 9 by Mark Tufo Page B

completely shut down. I shielded my eyes when I saw lights had come on over at the house, so I could see. I noticed a figure on the deck peering our way. Looked about the size and shape of Tracy. I waved and got one in return.
    â€œWhere’s Erin?” The words drifted over to us.
    â€œI’m fine honey, thanks for asking!”
    â€œDoes a person normally wave when something is wrong?”
    â€œValid point.” BT headed toward the house.
    â€œDon’t agree with her; she’s already always right.” I was about to follow him.
    â€œHow’s it going, brother?” I looked up into the tree stand. Pretty much Gary’s favorite hangout. He usually did some guarding up there. I think mostly he went so he could listen to his walkman and sing without anyone hassling him about it. He’d added on to the stand so it was more like a tree house. It had a roof and a small chair inside, a locked cabinet so he could put some food safely away from squirrels and enough batteries to last him the rest of the year. I’d been up there a couple of times. Told him he should expand it so it wasn’t so cramped for two. That was when I realized he wanted to be alone. We all dealt in our own ways.
    The entire house was awake and wanted to hear what had happened. I let Ron do it. I was happy to just sit back and relish in the moment. We were back and safe. Safe, yeah, what a fucked-up word, full of lies and deceit. If I knew then what I know now, I would have grabbed everyone and headed to Cuba with the church of Fannie-atics.
    â€œYou actually kept your word,” Tracy intoned as we laid in bed.
    â€œI must be growing up.”
    â€œSomething is definitely growing.” she laughed. If this was a movie, this is where it would fade to black and you may or may not hear a sensual moan before cutting to another scene. Since I am not in the business of writing erotica, suffice to say it was a very tender night.

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    P ayne stepped off the ship . It was raining hard enough that small floods were forming along the sides of the road, the sewer system not able to keep up with the torrent of water. Although by looking at her, you would have thought it was a bright spring day, her long, red hair blowing back behind her. The rain not daring to touch her as it cascaded down. Charity and Sophia trailed behind as Payne walked upon the pier.
    What started as a small spark soon turned the SS Crossbearer into a torch that sizzled hotly as rainwater hit it. The deck had been bathed in blood and discarded bodies. The vampires had eaten well; the crew having served their purpose of getting them across the ocean was given their just rewards for helping evil.
    â€œSo this is the New World?” Payne outstretched her arms. “It rains in this New England much like it did in the old.”
    Charity wiped the corner of her mouth where a small pool of blood had collected. She sucked her coated finger deeply and sighed. “It has been a long time since we drank so deeply.”
    Sophia was doing pirouettes fast enough that she was beginning to blur. She laughed wildly. “We will kill them all!” she said merrily.
    â€œYes, we will kill them all.” Payne said, much more levelly. “But there are things I wish to find out first.”
    Charity grabbed Payne’s hand and rested her head on the other woman’s shoulder.
    â€œWhat a glorious day!” Sophia had stopped spinning and was breathing heavily.

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Mike Journal Entry 8
    I t was two days after we got back from Massachusetts. I’d come downstairs, sort of oblivious to my surroundings. I know, shocker, right? I was in the midst of a fabulous morning ball-scratching session. Women won’t understand that, but men get it. I bet it’s sort of equivalent to a woman taking off a bra at the end of the day. There’s a satisfaction that is difficult to explain, yet it is one of life’s small to midsize pleasures. I stopped