And then I heard a knock on the door. It started quietly, but turned to a desperate banging that had the same beat as BJ’s ringtone which suddenly started blaring from the depths of the sheets on my bed. I hauled my beat-up body away from the commode, and noticed my head was pounding to the same rhythm, too. That almost set me back to throwing up, but I couldn’t ignore the door or the ringing. They were too loud. Crossing the bathroom, I realized I had no panties under my sequined skirt, and then wobbled across my bedroom. At least the stranger’s snoring had stopped. He sat up in the bed, rubbing at his head, looking almost as hung over as I was.
The walk of shame came to an end and I opened the door, interrupting my brother BJ mid-knock. His face was almost purple with rage, and he stared angrily at his lit up cell phone as mine continued to ring. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. “Hi, Beej. Come on in. I’ll be right with you.”
I ran back to the bathroom and closed the door behind me. I didn’t have to throw up again, I just needed a minute to hide. To think about how to calm him down. Through the cracked wood, I heard a crash, and a man’s grunt. “Ow, stop.”
“Asshole! Get the hell out of my sister’s bed. And put some pants on.” I heard a thump.
Fuck! Okay, I’m leaving! I didn’t know she was anybody’s sister.”
In less than a minute, the voices stopped, the door slammed, and it was time to face BJ. I took a deep breath, and then opened the door into my bedroom. This really wasn’t going to go well.
At first, I didn’t see BJ, and I scanned the small apartment nervously.
Maybe I dreamed it?
Suddenly my head jerked from a hard slap across the face, and I was grateful that it was a slap and not a full punch. Still, it stung, and tears filled my eyes almost immediately. I blinked them back and tried to focus on my brother.
His face was still purple. I’d seen this look many times, and my stomach sank dangerously. I was aware of the distance between us and the toilet, and I took a step back. BJ followed.
“What did I tell you, Louise? What were you not supposed to do last night?”
I hung my head in shame and mumbled, “I was supposed to stay in. I’m sorry. I just thought…”
Millions died when the zombie plague swept the country. For the survivors, the journey has just begun. Jenna, Sam, and Lola are still alive. Jenna avoids human contact, traveling East Coast backroads with her boyfriend, a dog named Chicken, and a Louisville Slugger. Sam escapes to the mountains, where he’s conscripted into a zombie-slaying militia sent on nightly raids to kill the undead…and innocent civilians. Lola’s imprisoned in the “safety” of a zombie-free New Orleans hotel, but life grows more dangerous when her brother gets bitten by a zombie. Jenna arrives in the French Quarter, lured by the false promises of New Orleans’ drunken leader. There, she’s ripped away from her boyfriend, drugged, and dumped in a death camp after refusing Franklin’s sexual advances. Jenna and Lola’s lives collide there, where the dead live and the dying are victims of gruesome medical experiments. Escape isn’t easy: release the genetically-enhanced zombies from the lab to create a diversion, slip away, and don’t get eaten. When Sam arrives, will he join the right side of the battle?
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Genre – NA-Horror, Sci-fi
Rating – PG-13
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