Zombie Rules by David Achord Page A

yeah, any living animal they could get their teeth on.” Don said.
                  “Did anyone become infected after the people were secured in the schools? I mean, you lock down the school with people who appear healthy, and one day someone turns. Did anything like that happen?”
                  Janet nodded. “A little girl about Tommy’s age. She seemed as healthy as anyone, but one evening she got sick. Then, she attacked her mother. It snowballed from there.”
                  “Were you there?” She nodded again. “Tell me how it happened. What were the first symptoms?”
                  Janet shook her head. “The little girl’s mother probably saw the first symptoms, but hid them from everyone else. The first time anyone noticed, the girl was sweating, incoherent, and her body was having spasms. It’s hard to describe, but it wasn’t really a seizure. They were odd muscle tics. Her skin became pale and splotchy. Oh, and she had a lot of phlegm. About an hour after we first became aware the girl was sick, she opened her eyes and latched onto her mother’s neck. She had bitten a hunk out before anyone could act. It was horrible.” Janet snatched the bottle out of Rick’s grasp again and took another long swig. I’m fairly certain the grin on Rick’s face indicated he was elated because he had a new drinking buddy with big tits. I could already tell he was planning on more trips into town to find liquor stores.
                  “What happened next?” I prodded. “How long was it before the mother turned?”
    “It was less than an hour. She began having spasms and when a couple of women tried to comfort her, she went on a biting rampage. She was ultimately shot.” She looked at me. “It was a head shot, but we still didn’t know that was required at the time. He did it as an act of humanity. In any event, the damage was done.”
                  It was a lot of information to digest. I desperately wanted to get back to the farm and review my notes. I checked my watch and confirmed the time with the sun setting.               “Ms. Frierson,” I paused. I did not know what her married name was.
                  “Call me Janet please.” She smiled at me coyly. It made me nervous.
                  “Janet, would y’all excuse Rick and me for a moment?”
                  Don nodded. “Of course Zach.” Janet looked questioningly at Don but said nothing.
                  Rick and I walked down the road several feet where our conversation would be private. “Well what do you think kid? It’d be nice to have some female company.”
                  “You realize you’re about the same age as her father. She most likely would not be the least bit interested.”
                  “Hey, don’t underestimate a woman who hasn’t been laid in a while. All I can say is if they leave, the chances of me getting laid, and you getting laid for that matter, will be absolutely zero. I know enough about math to know that is a damned fact.”
                  I rubbed my face. “You realize we’re only thinking of our carnal desires?” He frowned at me. “We’re thinking with the wrong heads.” Enlightenment dawned on his face. “We’re not thinking of the risks of bringing total strangers into our home. I’m suspicious Rick. I mean, some of their story doesn’t seem to make sense.”
                  Rick looked over at Janet longingly and sighed. “Okay kid, you’re the brains of this partnership. What do you want to do?” We talked it over for a few minutes. After weighing most of the pros and cons, we reached a decision. We walked back to a bunch of expectant, hopeful expressions. They knew what we were discussing.
                  Rick spoke up. “Don, Janet, we’d like to make an invitation to you all.