distraction – friday fictioneers zeds 18 zombies
In this series Reaper and the girl he has chosen to help move closer to the final confrontation with the hive-mind that controls the zombie plague. Waiting for a distraction from Madman, a brilliant recluse, the two are perched on a fire-escape overlooking the building occupied by the zombie hoard.
Fireworks engulfed them, beautiful, loud, ubiquitous.
“That’s Madman’s signal? How can this be?”
Reaper laughed. “Never question the ways of a madman.”
He flicked the sniper rifle’s laser sight and handed it to her. “Remember, the little red dot to the head or hip if you see them near me.”
She nodded solemnly. He took one of his pistols unloaded all save one shell and proffered it. “At need, you know what to do.”
He descended the fire-escape, jumping and rolling the six foot drop to the ground. Reaper swept toward the hive, her rhythmic shots hissing like angry wasps about him.
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