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“We’ll go in loud, I’ll hop out at the condo while you lead the crowd away. Come back and pick me up in an hour.” Jessie said
Scarlet didn’t reply. Just looked at him over her heart shaped sunglasses and took another bite of dried apple. He felt her staring and finally quit pretending he didn’t. She smiled and he left the telescope on its tripod, turned to her, pulled her close.
“Together.” she said, circling her arms around him. “We promised. We’ll never be apart again.”
Jessie breathed in the coconut shampoo smell of her hair and nodded once. They had come to the agreement weeks ago as they ate candle light dinner from cans in a stranger’s house.
All four of them.
The two humans who were more than human.
The dog and the cat who were more than they appeared.
Where we go one, we go all.
A solemn vow to each other after Scarlet had nearly been torn limb from limb by the undead back in some nameless town in Nebraska. Jessie would kill for her, would die for her and knew she would do the same for him. He knew she was capable, maybe even more than him, to handle the zombies but he still didn’t like the idea of her being in danger.
“Stop being male chauvinist pig.” she’d told him when they’d first discussed getting the egg and getting through the hordes Darren had warned them about, “or I go without you.”
Now it was time.
They’d spent a few weeks letting her wrist heal, tagging along with Charlie Safari and his new bride for a few days then relaxing at a hot springs lodge after they cleared it of the undesirable dead. They had a proper vacation in a fancy resort. It was easy to lose the urgency when they were having so much fun and it was hard to tell if the dark lines were getting any worse. Sometimes they even seemed to be receding a little.
Now it was time to go after the one thing that would guarantee treatment at the Tower. They wouldn’t take money or gold, the doctors only worked on outsiders if they brought them something they wanted. Something from the insurance companies’ online lists of valuable and heavily insured items. Fine art, priceless jewels or rarities and oddities. Rumor had it that some apartments in the Tower had been decorated with hundreds of millions of dollars’ worth of paintings, golden baubles and Persian rugs. It was said they lit cigars with million-dollar bearer bonds, used Monet paintings as dart boards and took caviar baths in Dom Perignon. Jessie didn’t know about all that, most likely just bar talk and tall tales. He only knew there was a doctor who wanted a Fabergé egg and in return, he would cure Scarlet. He’d run the tests and determine which medicine she needed to beat the infection that was slowly spreading from her old wounds. The wounds that scabbed over slow and refused to heal properly.
Jessie stroked her hair, the blonde roots nearly as long as the black dyed parts. The three jagged slashes on her cheek had started to scar tissue but the dark runners of infection had spread, the small black tendrils reaching down towards her jaw and up to her eye. They couldn’t ignore it any longer, pretending they were getting better with the penicillin.
Scarlet kissed his forehead, his scar, his nose and finally his lips. They breathed each other in, knowing it might be the last time. Probably not, but you never know. Never let the opportunity for a long, deep kiss pass you by. They were confident in their abilities. This mission would be a pain in the ass, they’d get messy, but they’d be okay. They always were.
They found what they were looking for on the outskirts of town in a sporting goods store then went to a dealership that sold heavy-duty diesel pickup trucks. With keys from the manager’s office, a pair of jumper cables and some starting fluid, they got one fired up and running. Bob let them know if any unwanted guests came stumbling towards them while they tinkered with it and soon they were tearing out of the parking lot. Scarlet parked the Mercury at the end of the football stadium and told Bob to stay. They’d been working with him and he was getting better at obeying commands. He could get out if he really wanted to by pulling the cord on the door handle but he would stay put for a while. They weren’t planning on being gone for long. She hopped in and Jessie took off again, picking up more followers, pulling more of the undead to the sounds of the truck and away from the high rise. A hundred stumbling after him became a thousand and they were joined by more. He kept ahead of the mob, kept gathering them from the downtown area, always making a wider circle and increasing the size of the horde chasing them. By the time he made the second run past Ninety-Nine Park West, they had a half mile of keening undead chasing after them. He slowed a little, keeping an eye out for any unexpected hordes coming from side streets, but kept a steady pace back to the Stallions stadium.
He let them get close, let them slap at the windows and get a good smell of him. He was trying to work them into a frenzy and they were trying to get into one but nearly a year had passed. Many of them were damaged in one way or another, all of them had been through a harsh winter and a baking summer and it had taken its toll. Carrion animals, flesh eating insects and the slow decay of rotting bodies had
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