1. Pissing on the Zombie Bitches - Chapter 6


    Date: 10/16/2014, Categories: Fantasy & Sci-Fi, Author: Mili, Rating: 1, Source: LushStories

    This was inspired a fan. For Becky. "These are actually quite useful," Rebekka said as she was inspecting the lance. "Mhm. And heavy," I replied, weighing a halberd in my hand. The walls of the castle had several medieval weapons displayed, mainly swords and spears, as well as some helmets and armor. "Well, these were definitely made for less busty girls," Rebekka remarked as her eyes went from a breastplate to her own, ample chest. I shrugged. "It's incomplete anyway. There's the backplate missing. And even if we could wear it, it would slow us down to a crawl." I leaned the halberd into a corner. "But you're right. We should take some of the lighter weapons with us. They'll keep the zombies at bay." After our short rest, we had begun to inspect the castle, going from room to room, always on the lookout for any noise that might indicate a zombie presence, but the building was quiet like a grave. "So after we made it to the harbour, then what?" Rebekka asked, almost whispering as if she didn't want to disturb the silence. I shrugged. "It's not really a harbour," I admitted. "The Passer's not wide enough for that. It's more like a boatshouse." I tried to remember its location, but it's been many years since I've last been there. "Anyway, I guess we'll take a boat and follow the river towards the sea." She nodded, breaking a few display cases and playing with something that looked like an iron flute. "And where then?" she asked, "what's the destination?" I leaned against ...
    the case and stared into the distance. "I'm not sure," I admitted. "My plan was mainly to get on a boat, because I thought it's the safest place to live in all this mess. I think those zombies can't swim, and we can use it to travel and store our food while we're out of their reach." In my mind, pictures of us on a houseboat alternated with the nagging concern that I really didn't know the first thing about boats and seafaring. I was a girl of the mountains, after all. "Well, and I just want to get further south, because I really don't want to be caught in Tyrol without gas or electricity when winter comes. So, maybe Greece, or Turkey, or Egypt," I said, speculating about countries I knew nothing about to begin with, let alone could guess how the zombie apocalypse had affected them. "Good plan," she said sternly, more to herself than to me. "Maybe we even can go to Ethiopia and see what happened there. It's not as hot as many other places in Africa, and sometimes I miss it." She sighed. "Isn't that strange? I was barely 9 when we left, but I can still remember the highlands, the monsoon, the way the earth smells." I nodded at her, wondering what it must be like to leave the country of your childhood. But then, I thought, we're all living in a new country now, and the land of our childhood is gone forever. "They must've used this place for weddings," Rebekka interrupted my thoughts as she flung open a double set of doors that led into a festive, large ornate room with wedding ...
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