About a Woman, a Zombie Chronicles Novel

by Mark Clodi

  Confused Dora said, "What?"

  "You had ten. The earliest time."

  "What? That was a joke Marge, a bad joke!" Dora started crying, "It didn't mean anything…I was…was trying to cope, you know?"

  "Still a bet is a bet." She grunted in pain as Kerim pressed a bandage to her wound, "At least tell me what you win so I can go stand as a sinner in front of Saint Peter with a smile on my face."

  "Fuck Marge, you can't leave yet. We haven't made up!"

  "It is not your fault Dora. I forgive you. You didn't do anything. That cunt of a doctor fucked up. You just didn't think. It isn't one of your strong points anyway. How do you think you got in the mess you're in? Not thinking."

  "Which mess?"

  "The first one with Roger, Dora dear. You just didn't think, about Roger, about me, about your other friends. How many real friends did you have? Five?" Marge shook her head, "Two? Plus your family who only came by every year at most. You can be real mean, you know."

  "I'll…I'll.." Dora started to stay to be interrupted by Marge.

  "Sshh, you'll have more time to talk when I am gone. You were going to say you would be nicer? I don't believe it; it's against your nature. You might try being a little less mean, see how that works for you." Marge coughed a large blob of blood spewed out of her mouth to land on her chin and dribble down to her neck. "Dora." she whispered.

  "What?" Dora asked leaning closer.

  "I am not going to live. I am not coming back either, no second life for me. Now go get that bitch who shot me. I am going to fix her good. Go easy on her…afterwards, because I am not going to."

  Dora nodded, tears falling on her friends face, making clear trails through the blood.

  "For fucks sake Dora! Get her now! I don't have all day here."

  Dora scrambled up and yelled over to Ned, who was still at the back door. "She is dying; she wants to talk to Mary. Quickly!"

  Ned poked his head out the door and called out to Mary. She came to the door quickly, Peter clinging to her. Ned held up his hand and pushed it on the boy's chest, "Only your mom, you stay there."

  Peter went to protest, but Mary said, "Stay there." The boy fumed and shot his mom, dad and Ned a furious look, his face a deep scarlet color.

  Mary crossed the room and stood woodenly by Marge's side.

  "I don't know why, but she wants to talk to you." said Dora coldly.

  Nodding, Mary looked down at Marge who said, "God knows why, but I forgive you. I was going to die anyway, so you shooting me only hurried it along. Now get down here close to me."

  "Don't bite her Marge!" said Dora suddenly.

  Marge laughed, "Bite her? I am not going to bite her, I am going to do far worse, but only she gets to hear me. So you three back off."

  Kerim and John backed off, looking relieved. Dora hesitated, but then joined them by the island as Mary leaned over Marge and listened to the woman whisper in her ear.

  Tears came to her face and at one point she looked sharply at Dora, then Marge's hand turned her face back around. It was a good long talk too.

  "What do you think she is telling her?" Paige asked Dora.

  "Probably all my dirty little secrets, it'd be just like her."

  "You have dirty little secrets? You seem pretty transparent to me."

  Dora thought about it for a minute and then said, "You know, you are right." her brow furrowed in thought, "What the hell is she telling her?"

  The conversation ended with Mary saying, "I will, I promise. I will Marge. I am so sorry. You can count on me."

  "I'll explain everything to Saint Peter, if I get that far."

  "Do you repent?" Mary asked.

  "Oh yes I do. I can see now how everything, everything, I did was such a waste. I wish I could do it over again and make the right decisions. I wish I had more time."

  "Can I…can I pray with you? Say a prayer with you?"

  Marge looked over to where the rest of the group was gathered, "I would like that, but it had better be a short one." blood was making Marge's lips a bright red color.

  Mary took out a silver crucifix and began to recite an 'Our Father' over Marge. She kept it short and then said a personal prayer to Saint Mary to watch over and guide Marge to heaven.

  "Why Mary?" asked Marge.

  "She is ever merciful. Jesus be with you Marge….I don't even know your last name?"

  "Norton."

  "Goodbye Marge Norton. I will pray for you. I will honor what you asked of me."

  "Dora!" Marge cried out, as a spasm wracked her body in pain.

  "I am here Marge!" said Dora brushing by Mary as the other woman stepped away. Kneeling Dora took Marge's hand in her own and held it to her face.

  "I want nothing to happen to Mary, Dora. Nothing. You don't have to be nice to her, you don't have to like her, but I forgave her and you should too. I was dead anyway. She only stole a few hours from me, a few miserable hours. I had a vision Dora, when she shot me, I blacked out for a moment, I saw things…" Marge's voice dropped off quietly to nothing.

  "Marge!" said Dora crying.

  The other woman's eyes flickered open, she said softly, "Not…dead..yet. I will be okay. I am almost free. You need her Dora. You need…Mar…" again Marge stopped talking and again her body trembled in pain. Then, in a loud voice she spoke again, "and for God's sake be less of a bitch!" Marge's body tensed up and then relaxed, her eyes stayed open and her breathing stopped, a thick wad of slimy, red spittle dribbled out of her mouth to fall on the leather cushion she lay upon.

  "Step back Dora." Kerim said, forcibly removing Marge's hand from hers and pushing Dora back. Dora stood and took a step away from her friend's body. Turning she saw John standing back with the others by the island.

  Ned was over by his driver and camera man, helping himself to another cup of coffee. He raised his eyebrow at Dora, lifting his mug. Dora nodded once and he took another cup from the counter and filled it for her.

  "How long now? Until she comes back?" she asked Ned, taking the mug from his hands and adding sugar and cream.

  "Two, three minutes at most."

  Watching the digital clock on her stove Dara waited until five minutes had passed. "What now?"

  "Kerim?" Ned called.

  Dora turned to look at Kerim and Marge. Kerim was standing with his rifle aimed at Marge's head, he stood about three feet away, waiting for the first sign of movement. "Nothing yet." he said, his voice was wavering, "This is, unusual."

  "She isn't coming back." Mary said, smiling.

  "What are you smiling about? You think this is funny?" asked Dora.

  Mary's face became serious, "No Dora. It is wonderful. She told me she was not coming back. She said it was proof that what she told me was true, if she didn't return, I would know she was telling me the truth. It is a miracle."

  "Saint Marge?"

  "No saints Dora, God himself." Mary slid to her knees and bowed her head in prayer.

  Looking at the others she asked, "Do any of you know what the hell she is talking about?"

  "Dora we were next to you, right, how should we know?" asked Mike, "Uh, should we pray too? I mean, Marge did die right? A true death, she should have come back."

  Paige went to her knees and one by one the others did as well, leaving only Dora standing, Kerim still kept his gun pointed at Marge's head.

  Mary looked briefly at Dora, smiled again and started praying, John joined her moments later and the two of them recited verses for the rest. Dora snorted, turned and filled up her mug with another cup of coffee.

  Chapter 24

  "So, what now?" Dora asked of Ned. They were standing at the counter enjoying another pot of coffee. Mary and Alex seemed to be reconciling out on the porch, at one point their reconciling had grown rather loud, before cutting off so abruptly that Dora looked outside to see if Alex had the woman in a head lock. When she looked he was staring right at her, a shocked expression on his face. The reconciling had grown quieter after that.


  "We gotta keep getting the news out there. You will make a good case study, we'll edit it up a bit and just interview you, Paige and Mike. Mary doesn't want to be on, I didn't ask Alex, I am going to mention Marge as a cautionary tale to others not to get bit. We go live in…" he checked his cell phone for the time, "Seven minutes."

  "Fuck." said Jeremy hurrying past.

  "He is the cameraman; he needs to go get the gear." Ned said to Dora's unasked question.

  Jeremy and the guardsmen moved the couch out of the way then shot three zombies that were out on Dora's porch. Jeremy ran off towards the van, where they heard another gunshot. John and Kerim hauled Marge's body out the front door, they moved it off to the side and put it up against the house.

  By the time they returned Jeremy, with Cameron's help, had the cameras set up and Ned had a small mic in his hand. He was coaching Dora, Mike and Paige on what to say, stressing them not to deviate too much.

  "This is not news, you know that. It is not entertainment either. It is life or death for hundreds of thousands of viewers. Understand, and I am talking to you Dora, no fucking around. Don't ad-lib or give us any of your crap on the air, the survivors need to know they can survive. We will get your story out and I will go over the evacuation points with Diane and Jim back at the station. You three just look confident and maybe, yeah, get your guns over here. It wouldn't hurt to have mugs of coffee, like this is just another day and you are confident in yourselves. You can be a little worried, but be worried with a positive attitude. You got all that?" Ned's phone rang and he answered it, "Hello?" He held up a hand to the trio and then said to them, "Be ready on Jeremy's signal." Turning away he started speaking on the phone.

  Jeremy called out from behind the camera, "Okay see the green light on the front? That means you can talk freely, we are not broadcasting, when it goes red it means we are live on the air and don't fuck anything up, got it?"

  "Yes, I think so." said Dora, she stepped to the island to recover her rifle and a cup of coffee, she thought it might be Mary's. She filled it, added cream and sugar and then stood waiting. "Jeremy?"

  "Yeah?"

  "Thanks for having my back there, with Mary. You know, pulling out on her and all. Even if you didn't shoot her."

  "Ah, you are welcome. For the record I am glad I didn't shoot her."

  "Why?"

  "Well, it was an accident. The shot that hit Marge was from when the gun hit the ground. Sure it was Mary's fault for starting the whole thing, she started in with all the drama. Marge forgave her, in that much pain, on her death bed, as her dying request. I think I can forgive her too."

  "Too easy, I won't let her off the hook like that."

  "You better, you have to live with her, not me."

  "What? No, she's going with you, she said they were."

  Jeremy shook his head, "We'll see, huh? I don't think that's going to happen. We are live in five, four…" Jeremy counted down the rest of the way using his hand and holding up three, then two then one finger, which he pointed at Ned. The red light came on almost the same time.

  Dora was so busy thinking "He is good!" that she missed the first part of Ned's statement, giving a synopsis of what happened in the house and how they fought their way over to it. She was not sure if she, Paige and Mike were on camera yet, or just in the wings, but she put a smile on her face anyway.

  "Finally when all the dust settled we met up with the other survivors here. One had been bitten and, sadly, nothing could be done for her. She passed away and we had to make sure she didn't come back." Ned paused and it took Dora a moment to realize he was listening to a question from the studio in his earphone. "Yes, Diane, the best, the only way, to make sure the zombie stays down is massive head trauma, take out the brain and the zombie does not come back." He paused again. "We are safe for now, taking a brief rest before we leave the house of Dora Sturges. Dora is here with me now and has agreed to answer a few questions for us." Ned turned and addressed Dora directly. "Dora how long have you and your friends been holding out here?"

  Dora paused, took a slow sip from her coffee mug, then hefted the shotgun up into better view and said straight into the camera, "For about two days now."

  "What steps have you taken to survive?"

  "Well Ned, right now we have been using the power and gas as much as we can, none of us think it is going to stay on much longer. We took out all the meat from the freezer and we are making beef jerky in the oven and on the grill. Who knows how long it will take before the markets will open again?"

  "Did you have any trouble with zombies?"

  "Oh, yes we did! They were very troublesome. Fortunately my friends, Paige and Mike are really good at killing them. We must have killed thirty of the bastards yesterday and today, well, when my husband Roger came by to drop off his mistress we killed another twenty or so and when you got here, there has to be fifty more corpses out there."

  "Marge?" Ned said, surprised. Before he could recover Dora took the opening.

  "Yes, that's right, my husband was having an affair with my best friend, she is no saint either, but he was a rotten bastard. I don't know where you are Roger, but leaving all of us here to die was a terrible thing to do. Why would anyone do that, Ned?" Behind the camera Jeremy was making a horizontal slashing motion with his hand, Dora waved at him from the waist with her off hand. Cameron was grinning and trying not to laugh.

  "Well, I…Let's talk to your friends here and see if they can give us any tips on putting the undead down? Mike, Paige, you two fought alongside Dora, how did you do it? There were just the three of you and you have accounted for more than sixty dead as a group."

  Paige started talking first, "Guns help. At first all we had were table legs and logs. Once we got our weapons it made a huge difference. My advice is to get onto a roof or shoot from higher up, like in a building. Mike only taught us to fire the guns yesterday and we do okay now."

  "In only a day? Mike, was it hard to teach them how to shoot?"

  "Dora was a…challenging student. I covered gun safety with them first, then how to load and unload the guns, then finally how to shoot. That is really what got us into trouble. We shot all our ammo learning and the noise attracted a bunch of zombies. We had to fight our way out of them with just the fire wood out back."

  "Quite a story, Mike!" Ned turned back to the camera, "So noise seems to attract them, it doesn't seem that we can get a break does it, Diane? The one thing that makes it easier to kill the things also draws their attention." turning back to the three of them Ned asked, "You have been following the news that we have right?"

  The three of them answered 'yes' while nodding, "Does it concern you that you sit less than a mile from the major highway that the masses of zombies are traveling down?"

  Dora answered, "Oh no, we feel really confident now, yesterday I was not able to do much to defend myself and my friends, but now, I am sure we can handle ourselves."

  "Even against the estimated three to four hundred thousand zombies shambling down from Denver?"

  "They won't all come here, the national guard will kill a bunch of them along the way. We'll be able to mop up any survivors that get through. It would help if we had more ammunition." Dora answered.

  "So you're not evacuating?"

  "Not a chance, Ned. Not a chance."

  "Can other survivors come here if they cannot make it to the safe zones?"

  "Only if they want to fight instead of run away, we don't need any slackers here. I am standing up to them. If they drag me down I will go down fighting. Never give up. Never give in."

  "Mike, Paige, do you feel the same?"

  Dora watched as her friends gave some less than enthusiastic nods back to the question. "Hopefully the soldiers will get here soon and drive them off. We can hold on until then." said Paige.

  Ned turned back to the camera, "Well there you have it, Diane, this is one group that is going to be hard to dislodge. If everyone is as successful as this group then the grocery
stores should be opening up again very soon." Ned paused to listen to another question and Cameron motioned Dora, Mike and Paige to step away from the front of the camera.

  "No, Diane, I cannot, in good faith tell people to stay and fight it out. The government has made it clear that that people need to evacuate to give the military a clear firing ground to meet the threat. This is American, however, and if the citizens want to stay and defend their homes and each other, I cannot, because of the things I hold dear, tell them not to do that either." He paused again, listening, before saying, "We have come about as far west as I was hoping, we plan on looping around to the south and then heading east to get behind the lines, if we can. Unless we run into trouble we should be back at the station this evening. Thank you, Diane. Stay safe!"

  Ned cut off and immediately sagged back to a tired looking middle aged man.

  "Are you mad at me?" Dora asked him.

  Ned looked over at her, shook his head and smiled, "Forget about it. I wasn't sure what you would do and that went…better than I had hoped. We got the message out. Thanks for the interview. Can we use your address later? For others to come here? Can we give it to the military?"

  Dora thought about it for a moment then nodded. "Sure, Ned. Sure thing." She stepped forward and gave the man a long hug, whispering in his ear, "I think I hate Roger now."

  "That's better than feeling nothing at all."

  "I think you might be right."

  "Well, right or wrong, I wouldn't want to be him."

  Dora pulled back from the hug and said, "You say the sweetest things sometimes, Ned! Is that how you got Diane?"

  "Now, Dora, don't believe everything you hear."

  Looking over at the camera Dora saw that the red light was still on, she pulled back from Ned and asked, "You still recording Jeremy?"

  The green light came on and Jeremy popped his head out from the screen behind the camera, "Recording, not broadcasting. We can use the footage later with some edits. Mind if I get you saying your address and if Ned asks you a few more questions for a canned interview we can broadcast later?"