Live (NOLA Zombie Book 3) (28 page)

We fell back onto the bed with Zach to my front, Blake at my back.
 

“I love you,” I whispered. “Both of you, I’m yours. Forever.”
 

Their arms wrapped around me. I didn’t know which arm belonged to who. The lamps had been extinguished, the room was dark and comforting. One of them pulled the thick comforter over us. Our combined body heat and the warmth of the comforter were cathartic and I felt the lure of sleep urging me to give in. But I didn’t want to let go…not yet.
 

“Our future can be good, as long as we’re all together,” Zach said.
 

“Together,” Blake agreed. They both pressed their lips to me. Zach’s lips found mine and Blake kissed my neck and cheek. And for once, the future did look like it had a potential for goodness. I had found them, hadn’t I? For once in a really long time, I truly felt like I could live. I now had something that was worth living for.
 

The End

Gillian Zane

Gillian Zane is the author of the NOLA Zombie series. Zane is the pen name of a prominent blogger in the publishing industry, which will remain a mystery unless you Google it. Since she can remember her goal has been to become Master of the Universe and has decided to focus first on the literary world. Things are progressing nicely.
 

Zane has been a freelance writer for the last ten years and has published a few non-fiction works, none of which was very exciting. Zombies are much more exciting and a way for her to combine her two current obsessions, hot boys with guns and Doomsday Prepping. When she isn't stockpiling MREs (Meal's Ready to Eat) or researching how to build a cistern on a budget, she's taking care of her little family and exploring the city that she loves, New Orleans.
 

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Justice by Gillian Zane

Survivor Book Four in the NOLA Zombie Series

ONE | Know Stuff About Stuff

Rebel

I only felt alive when I was on patrol. It was horrendous to even think this, but it was my only moments of clarity. My only moments when I felt truly free, alive. When I was back at the home base I felt like I couldn’t breath, always looking over my shoulder in a perpetual game of cat and mouse. Here, the enemy was real, the enemy I could spot.
 

One came for me, its mouth chomping in a macabre parody of chewing as if he was some toddler mimicking the act. This was no toddler, though, it was an adult male, overweight and dressed in the remnants of a suit. There were a lot of polo wearing and suit encased biters in Lakeview, bunch of rich snobs, caught unaware trying to get their last bit of work done while the world when to Hell around them.

This one had lost his shoe somewhere and one of his arms looked like it was about fall off. Half of its face was chewed on, its cheekbone exposed, viscous strips of flesh hanging from its face. Its eyes were locked on me, it wanted to eat me. It crossed my mind to just let it, maybe trip and all it would take was one bite. My brother, my fellow Southern Clansmen wouldn’t let me turn, he’d put a bullet in my head quicker than you could say, “after-life.” It wouldn’t be much pain and then I would be done with this place. I would be done with this world.