About a Woman, a Zombie Chronicles Novel

darkness closed over her. The digital clock on her nightstand still had power, when Dora fell asleep it was only two minutes past nine o'clock.

Halfway through the night Mike moved into bed with them, on Dora's side. It was with frantic passion that they kissed and began caressing other. It turned into a frenzied, yet gentle, pawing as they tried not to wake Paige. Mike shifted the nightshirt Dora was wearing up above her breasts and caressed them, hardly daring to lower his head until Dora grasped his hair in her hands and forced it to her breast. Once his mouth was busy his hands were free to travel down her stomach and between her legs, the thin fabric of her panties was already moist and his pressure against the outside of her panties combined with his suckling made Dora gasp.

She continued running her hands through his hair and spread her legs allowing Mike more direct access. One of her feet bumped against his groin and he ground against it. She used her toes and slipped down his boxers, he ground his pelvis against her foot, doing so in time with his hands against her groin. Eventually Dora could stand it no longer; she brought his head up to her face and shifted her legs to get Mike on top of her. Sliding her panties to one side she reached down for Mike, guiding him into her, she gasped and a wave of pleasure emanated throughout her body. Mike's frantic thrusts caused her more pleasure heightening it to levels she had never reached with Roger.

'Roger. What was that noise? Roger, why would I think of him at a time like this?' Her fire alarm was going off. 'The jerky! It was on fire! The house was burning! Dora pushed Mike off of her and sat up in the bed.'

Dora came awake slowly, Mike wasn't on top of her; he was still asleep on the mattress beside the bed. She had a tangle of sheets wrapped between her legs and a long, fluffy pillow clutched to her chest. As she came fully awake, Dora untangled herself from the sheets and tossed her pillow back to where it belonged. Paige moaned next to her.

'It was a dream.The house isn't on fire, the alarm isn't sounding off and her clothes were still on.' Sighing, she adjusted the blankets and fell backwards into her pillow. Softly she whispered, 'Fuck.' It was three fourteen in the morning.

A moment later she repeated the word with more force as the telephone rang. Getting out of bed she stumbled towards her vanity where the land line sat, the ringer was set to low and had not wakened Mike or Paige yet. Dora answered it on the third ring.

'Hello? Hello?' she said into the receiver.

'Dora? Oh, thank God! Why didn't you answer the first time I called? Are you alright? Dora, you gotta get out of the house!' it was Roger.

Chapter 15

'What? Roger, what are you talking about?' Dora replied.

'It's the zombies, they are coming from Denver, and there are too many here already, Kansas City is drowning in them! The National Guard can't hold them back. So our neighborhood is in the exclusion zone.'

'Roger, slow down, hold on a minute.' Dora glanced over and noticed that Paige and Mike were both awake and groggily propping themselves up on their elbows.

'It's on the news Dora, turn on the news! Our house was in the yellow zone until midnight, then they switched it to red, they can't protect you anymore.'

'I'll go watch the news. I will turn it on and see what I have to do. Thanks for the warning, Roger.' There was a long pause on the other end of the line.

'Dora.' Roger began.

'Don't.' she warned.

'I'm sorry Dora. I didn't…this wasn't what I had wanted.'

Dora grew angry, 'I said don't. As in, 'Do Not'. I am not ready to deal with you when I am having to deal with staying alive.'

'I am sorry, Marge is sorry too, she, we, didn't mean to hurt you.'

'Roger, you and Marge are only sorry you got caught! Fuck her, I mean that literally, go for it, I don't give a shit anymore.'

'So…it's over then?'

Dora let out a short, machine gun type laugh, 'Over? I am fucking killing zombies, fighting for my life and you think I want to take time out to deal with my husband banging my best friend? I have bigger shit, much bigger shit to deal with than your betrayal. If it makes you feel any better just think of me as dead.'

'Dora…I…I am coming to get you. Now. I will fight my way over there and pull you out of there.'

'What? You and what army? Have you been on the streets lately? Do you know how many zombies I killed today? Me? How many have you killed Roger or were you too busy killing the rabbit to get outside today?'

'You…you had to fight them?' His voice was barely a whisper.

'Hah! I knew it, you and Marge and Sylvia for all I know were lounging around in bed screwing all day while I was fighting to get home, to get back here and to save…' Dora began to cry, angry fat tears and she didn't trust her voice to say anymore.

'What do you mean you had to fight to get home? Why did you leave home? You really killed a zombie? We haven't seen any here. Sylvia left about eleven, told Marge to fuck off and walked out. Dora. I have other news. Jerry is dead.'

This last prompted Dora to speak again, 'What? How can you know that?' Jerry was Marge's husband, who had gone out of town on a business trip to California last week, he was not due to return until next week.

'He called us, well, um, Marge.'

'So he called and was still alive, right?'

'No he was in his hotel, he, it was terrible, Marge's face went white, she put him on speaker phone. They, they were in the room with him, at the end. He…I've never hear a man scream like that. I've never heard a man die.'

'Roger, I am sorry. Sorry for you, sorry for Marge. I don't really like either one of you right now and even with all this shit going on I don't want to see you either.'

'What? What are you saying?'

'I am saying, evacuate, don't worry about me.'

'I am worried about you.'

Dora sighed, the timing was all wrong to be having this conversation. 'What do you want to do, Roger, go into marriage counseling? Look, you were an asshole yesterday. Worse, an asshole that cheated on his wife with her best friend. Where have you been, Roger? I mean really, Marge lives two fucking miles from our house! And you're only calling me now? I think that shows, more than anything else, what your feelings are. You didn't even know I was gone. You know I crashed the car?'

'What? Is the car okay? Were you hurt?'

Thinking to herself Dora let out a soft chuckle, ''Is the car okay? Were you hurt?'' she mimicked his tone back at him, 'The order of your questions indicates your priorities. I set you free, Roger. Don't come here. Leave me alone.'

'I…Dora, I am sorry! I didn't mean it like that. I needed to know if you needed a ride or if the car was working.'

'I am home, I can drive the suburban, if I have to.'

'If you have to? What kind of statement is that? Of course you have to, we have to leave. Dora…how did you get home?'

'I ran into a couple of other people close to where I crashed. I got a ride from them. They are here with me now.'

'Are they men? They are aren't they?!'

'Fuck you Roger. Is that all you can think about? If they are men, why not? First, it isn't like the sanctity of