Servant of the Undead

"We're done when I say we're done."

Hayden's stomach clenched as Mattie pushed the map into Rachelle's hand. Rachelle lifted the brown paper, her eyebrows twisting as she looked over the scribbled lines drawn with black and blue marker. She flattened it across her legs and leaned closer. "How far away is it?"

"About forty minutes," Mattie replied.

"Rachelle? Do you actually think there's a tribe of zombies camped out near here?" Hayden inflected his voice with disbelief. "That's ridiculous."

"It sounds fun, Hayden. Let's go check it out." She ran her fingertips along the paper's edge. "What else do we have to do?"

"You want to go look for zombies? Seriously?"

Mattie unzipped her jacket, exposing the highest of the red wool straps binding her breasts. "If you don't want to go, Hayden, the three of us could stay here. I'm sure we could find something to do."

A wave of feral lust so intense it made him nauseous rolled through him.

Rachelle's attention stayed riveted to the paper in her hands. "I know there's no such thing as zombies, but the map looks amazing." She waved it at Hayden. "Maybe it's a bunch of people pretending to be zombies, that'd be great for you. You could take more pictures. Ask them questions. Bob would love that, right?"

Yes, he would.

But Hayden did not want Rachelle pulled in any deeper. This was his problem. Not hers. "The roads are too bad to drive."

"They're fine. I got here, didn't I?" Mattie unzipped her jacket another inch. The swells of her breasts showed above the zipper. "Or would you rather stay in?"

Rachelle flopped back into the cushions. "I don't want to stay here. I want to see it. Whatever it is." She rolled off the couch, stood. "We'll take your car, Hayden. That's why you have four-wheel drive, to do this sort of investigative journalism. Right?" Her phone started to buzz, so she dug into her purse and pulled it out. "It's Daddy," she said, turning away to answer it.

Hayden stood. "I need a drink."

"Put a kettle on," Mattie called after him. "We can take some tea on the drive."

Hayden walked to the kitchen, heading straight for his bourbon. He didn't bother with a glass. Three swallows later, Mattie came up beside him, surrounding him with her ice-cold scent. "You know we're going." She slipped over to the stove, picked up the kettle, shook it, then moved to the sink to fill it.

Hayden took another swig then put the bottle away.

She set the kettle on to boil then leaned on the counter, staring at him, green glimmer fogging her eyes. She unzipped her coat the rest of the way, pushed it open. She ran her fingertips across her nipples, making them peak beneath the red wool. When Hayden looked up from her breasts, her gaze was on his crotch.

"Like I said before," she murmured, "we're done when I say we're done."

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