About a Woman

Moving the bodies back to the back fence took almost ninety minutes. They had killed thirty seven zombies in the back yard. Mike said he had probably killed that many in the front too, and when the women looked out the front windows there were still dozens of them wandering around in the street and in the front lawn. After the noise stopped they did begin to disperse, but not quickly. Dora got her garden hose out and washed all the blood and gore off of her patio and away from the pool. She then turned the pools filtration system on manually and let it run while they checked the jerky and made dinner. The sun was near setting by the time they had dinner ready and were gathered around the picnic table to eat outside. They kept their conversation low and the television was muted, but on, providing a flickering light as the natural light faded.

“Do you think they are attracted to light?” asked Paige.

“We better not risk it. I think we should stay upstairs, we can tape paper or foil to the windows, black them out completely, then barricade the hallway at the top of the stairs. I still don't think I am going to get a good nights sleep.” said Dora.

“We still have electricity, that is a good sign right?” asked Mike.

“Probably, I mean if they are attracted to light maybe they will gather under the street lights?” said Paige.

“We should be so lucky!” said Dora.

“We were lucky.” Mike said, raising his wine glass in a toast, “to us, new best friends.”

The women clinked glasses with him and then drained the few ounces of wine out of them. Dora had opened a bottle of wine, some ice wine from an Iowa winery, as she expected both of the younger people liked it well enough. She had told them they would only split the one bottle, which shouldn't do any of them any harm split three ways. She was surprised that she was feeling buzzed by the end of the meal. The three of them cleaned up the dishes in silence and Dora shut off the patio television and came inside. She locked the door, then put a chair in front of it, under the handle as a wedge. They had already done the same thing to the front door and even to the door leading to the garage and basement. In the kitchen Dora gathered up her tin foil and some paper bags and the three of them headed upstairs with some duct tape from Roger's stash. In the dying light from the master bedroom they looked outside at the street below, there were still a couple dozen zombies milling about out there. Dora sighed heavily and then put the foil over the window, Mike and Paige taped the ends up and then went down both edges, sealing the room of all light emissions. There were three windows in the master bedroom, two facing the street and one facing the side of the house, they also sealed the side window from the the master bath and spent some time looking up at the sky light that was also in the bathroom. Dora couldn't figure out a way to block that off, but eventually they all conceded it probably didn't matter as it faced almost straight up and slanted towards the back.

“We can open that you know.” said Dora referring to the sky light. “Then we could get the ladder from the garage and get up onto the roof.”

“How about tomorrow? I was up at five today to make my shift, I am dead tired.” said Mike.

“Yeah tomorrow. Lets move the bed out of the room up here and set it up across the top of the stairs, then we can bed down.” said Dora, the other two agreed and Paige was yawning by the time they found themselves back in the master bedroom.

“There's only one bed.” Mike said.

“Its a king, it'll hold us.” said Dora.

“Uh, I dunno..” began Mike.

“What? Still afraid of us women folk? We don't bite. Hard.” teased Dora.

Mike's face took on a tone of uncertainty, his eyes shifted back and forth from Dora to Paige, taking in their bodies, until Dora let out a laugh. “Relax sweet pea, Paige here has convinced me to take the high ground. Not to sleep with anyone just because my worthless piece of shit husband did so.”

“Don't you still love him anyway?” asked Paige.

Dora thought for a moment, Paige was not asking to poke fun at her, but earnestly trying to figure out how Dora felt. “Paige...”, she began, “Paige, in one day I have found out my husband was cheating on me and fought off a horde of zombie who just wanted to eat me and the best friends I have ever had in the world. Do I love Roger? I guess, underneath it all I do. But right now I am very, very angry with him and I really do not think I will ever forgive him. You know how many affairs I had when I was with him?”, she paused as both of them shook their heads, she could see them mentally guessing numbers, “None, not one. I had opportunity too, but I never crossed that line. I thought about it, but I never would have. Paige you stopped me from thinking of Mike as a piece of meat to get back at Roger with, because that is all it would have been. I am emotionally drained right now, some sex would be an awesome tension reliever, but I think, maybe, it would be best if we just sleep tonight.”, she waited until they digested that then could not help but add, “The bed is big enough for all of us, the only rule I have is we all sleep nude.”

Paige laughed, Mike looked perplexed, so she said, “She is joking Mike. Still you better sleep on the floor.”

“Okay, fine. Can we still get downstairs? Roger the bastard has a camping mattress in the garage, right where he kept the paint ball stuff. I don't think he ever even used it.” said Dora.

The three of them pulled the barricade out of the way and made one more trip downstairs to get the mattress. They also used the opportunity to check on the drying beef and to make sure there were no more zombies in the back yard. It was all clear and after ten minutes they were all upstairs making Mike a place to sleep along one wall. Sitting on the bed and floor with flashlights, Dora held the light up to her face and in a spooky voice said, “Now we shall tell scary stories that keep us up all night. Who wants to go first?”

The other two laughed and shut off their lights, leaving only Dora's lit up. She stifled a yawn with one hand and pouted out, “Party poopers!”

“Dude”, began Mike, “We were up at, like, dawn. I am crashing.” Mike let out a yawn of his own and pulled a blanket up over his head. They had taken all the bedding and pillows off of the barricade mattress so he looked pretty comfortable in his 'Mike Nest'.

“Alright, to sleep we go.” Dora stood up from the foot of the bed and made sure the stout wooden door was locked, then got the chair from her vanity and propped the back of it under the handle before returning to bed with Paige. Dora thought she would fall asleep instantly, however the events of the day kept replaying in her head over and over. Paige's soft snores reminded her of Roger, on the floor Mike moaned in his sleep, eventually the 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, then it turned into a frenzied, yet gentle, pawing at each others garments and trying 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 there 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 again the outside of her pussy 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 up his boxers to hard penis, he continued to grind 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 to slide down Mike's boxers, but found he had already lowered them himself. Moving into a classic missionary position she grasped his cock and brought its head straight towards her, as he slid into her she gasped, a wave of pleasure emanating throughout her body as she reached orgasm. 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 she think of him at a time like this. Her fire alarm went off. The jerky! It was on fire! The house was burning! Dora pushed Mike off of her and sat up in the bed.

Fully awake now Dora pushed the tangle of covers off of her, Paige moaned next to her and in the dim light cast by the alarm clock Dora could see Mike, still safely wound in his nest on the floor. It was a dream. The house was not on fire, the alarm was not sounding off and her clothing was still on. Sighing she adjusted the blankets and fell backwards into her pillow with a long sigh. 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? Are you alright? Dora, you gotta get out of the house!”, it was Roger.

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