The undead seek human captives for sex.
Boston is hostage to a blizzard & zombies roam the icy streets. Hayden Thomas, tabloid writer, discovers a zombie tribe that lives off constant sex with humans instead of eating their flesh.
Mattie, one of the...
The snow wasn't as deep as it had been in the city, and the straps were long enough to allow him to walk. Running, though, would be a whole other matter.
Tall pines sheltered the area, circling a clearing. Hayden spotted five more cabins. Two of them smaller, the other three about the same size as Mattie's. Hazy light came from the windows. A line of smoke came up from each chimney.
"You been here long?"
She cast him a look.
"How many are here?" he asked, feeling the chill of snow clinging to the hair on his bare legs.
"Count for yourself."
Cold crept up his calves, wrapped around his thighs.
"Don't worry." She swung the chain. "They see you're mine, so they'll stay inside like good boys and girls."
They left that clearing, stomped through a cluster of trees, came into a tighter cluster of tiny cabins. No candlelight in the windows. No gentle lines of smoke coming up from chimneys.
"They're out. Getting what they need." Mattie said.
The row of tall pines ran behind all the cottages. The entire camp seemed to be circled by the enormous trees. The long branches heavy with snow, rays of the moonlight soaring through them. The setting was beautiful and the place appeared to be well-cared for. It couldn't exist without anyone knowing. A scout camp? A retreat for businesses?
Might someone check on the cabins?
Not likely, considering the fierce weather.
The tethers occasionally caught in the snow, the chain swung, a weight on his neck, reminding him to behave. They came to an opening between some bushes, a spot where someone had shoveled a path. "One last thing," she said, pausing beneath the low branches. "I do all the talking. Got it?"
She turned back and ducked through the opening. He followed. On the other side was a single cabin, long and, like the others, sheltered by snow-heaped the pines. This one was bigger, with two chimneys. Two rails of smoke rose, one from each chimney, pale-yellow light glowed from the windows. The snow surrounding the building was trampled in all directions. Two men stood at the door. A third sat on a grey pony, his legs swinging as his guided the animal.
As they approached, the guards came forward. The one on the pony cast them a glance but continued to move in the opposite direction. Mattie straight-armed Hayden. "Remember what I told you. Keep your mouth shut."
He grunted his agreement and she moved forward, offering a curt nod to the guards. They looked at the chain and Hayden did his best to tamp down the chill that ran down his back as he followed Mattie across the threshold.
Square lanterns sitting atop low tables lit the interior. There were no other furnishings in the small front room.
"This way." Mattie tugged on the chain.
They crossed into another room. Mattie waited for him to catch up then together they sliced through a set of hanging black beads. Side by side, they walked down the hall until they reached a heavy canvas tarp. Mattie held the tarp aside and, still holding the chain, placed her hand on the small of Hayden's back and shoved him forward.
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