Page 45 of Bitten By Zombie

“Fuck,” he shouted when he couldn’t find one. Heidi would be learning some lessons about safety if he had anything to say about it.

Hook went dashing past him, extinguisher in hand. Zombie followed him to Heidi’s bedroom. His SAA must’ve run out and retrieved an extinguisher from somewhere. He sprayed the fire on the bed. It was a smoking pile of what looked like underwear and papers.

“Sick fuck,” Hook mumbled while he used the hose of the fire extinguisher to poke around the smoldering pile.

Not a single paper was legible. They could maybe piece together twenty or so scraps from the ash pile, but it wouldn’t likely give them any info.

They’d gotten to the fire before too much damage was done to anything else. Heidi would need a new bed, and the walls and ceiling cleaned, but that was easy, Iron was a wiz at his post-fire cleanup.

On the plus side, he thought as he looked around the room, the small fire was the perfect legitimate excuse for Eureka Cleaners to come in and do their thing with any other cleaning issues that were about to arise. So, they didn’t have to rush the cleanup and maybe make mistakes.

That thought sped his heart rate.

Zombie turned and stalked back toward the living room. Stan had answers and Zombie had questions.

The two were restrained by his men and spitting mad.

“You,” Stan hissed as Zombie came into view.

“In the flesh.” He threw out his arms as he came around to face Stan.

“You’re a dead man.”

He motioned for Squatch to release Stan. He knew his men would’ve already disarmed him. “Take your best shot, fucker.”

Stan did little more than adjust his suit jacket and waited for his goon to be released.

“Oh.” Zombie looked between Stan and Goon One. “You need him to make that happen. Does he hold your dick when you piss too?”

He was getting under the fucker’s skin, but the man could count. Even without guns pointed at his skull, he was outmanned.

“Come on, take your shot. If you don’t, I will.”

“What do you want, and why are you in my late sister’s apartment?”

“What I want, Stan, is answers, but I’ll settle for a bullet to your brain.”

“I have no answers, not for you.”

Zombie open hand smacked him. No fist for Stan because he wasn’t a man. Goon one struggled. “Uh, uh, uh,” Zombie mock scolded. “This is his fight, not yours.”

“That’s where you’re wrong. His fight is mine. Let me go, and I’ll end you where you stand.”

“If you say so. Considering you stood by his side while he raped little girls, then, yeah, it’s your fight too.”

With those words, Zombie unsheathed his knife and drove it into the side of the goon’s neck and down.

Zombie turned to Stan while still holding the knife in the goon’s neck. “Nothing quite prepares you for that arterial spray, does it?”

Iron held the goon upright as he gurgled and bled out.

“You’re fucking crazy,” Stan accused.

Zombie turned furious eyes to Heidi’s brother. “Me? I stab one accomplice to child rape and attempted murder, and you think I’m the crazy one?”

He could hear the almost sinister level humor in his voice. It was feigned for effect, he hated taking a life. Even when they deserved it, it marked the soul.

“You.” Zombie pulled out the knife with a squelching sound and held it to Stan’s crotch. “I should cut off your cock and shove it up your ass.”

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