by Gallier, TW
"Mr. Monday, hurry before they decide to light the zombies up again!"
Chapter 26
Pissed didn't come close to how enraged Mr. Forrester was at us. Yet, we saved his daughter. I almost felt bad for him, torn like that. Of course, he refused to admit she was in danger from the resultant fire. The fact the treehouse survived the fire didn't help our case.
The villagers impressed me again when they took less than a week to clean up all of the dead bodies. The dead were dumped about a mile to the east of the village, since the wind rarely came out of the east that time of year. Or so they said. Two days later it did.
The stench was horrific.
After a month, Olivia and I were settled into our own little cubby hole. I was getting a crash course in farming and vehicle maintenance. Olivia was pressed into service cooking and cleaning. She wasn't pleased at all. Still, we were together and with our families. There was some hope that the largest hordes were past us, too.
"Maybe we'll survive the zombie apocalypse after all," Olivia said.
She was snuggled up next to me. We sat looking at the dark fields, a bright moon above. A little alone time was hard to find in the over-populated village.
"Life goes on," I said. "But I miss the Internet."
She laughed. I knew she did, too.
Since we were all considered infected by other nations and our now former government, an agricultural life was our future. Mr. Forrester even said in a year or two they might start dividing up the surrounding fields so everyone could have their own patch.
"We've gone from computer programmers to sustenance farmers in just two months," I said. We were silent a while, then I continued. "I don't know about you, but I kind of miss it."
"The old world?"
"No, I miss me, you, and Ralph in the jeep," I admitted, feeling my face heat up. "Thinking back, it was pretty exciting."
She smiled. "I miss Ralph."
"Me, too."
"Kyle?" she said. Olivia rubbed her belly and seemed nervous. "If I have a girl, can we call her Ralphie?"
"Sure. I don't see – what?"
I got all tingly inside. Was she saying what I thought? Could she? Would she?
"I'm late."
I didn't know if I wanted laugh or cry. What a terrible world to bring a child into. But, a baby. Our baby. Then she kissed me, and all my worries went away.
The zombie apocalypse destroyed my world. It destroyed our way of life. Yet, it gave me Olivia. And now we were going to have a baby. I've never felt happier in my life.
THE END
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About the Author:
TW Gallier was born in Beaumont, Texas. He served 7 years in an Armored Cavalry Regiment (11th ACR Blackhorse Regiment), learning no useful skills. After the Army he went back to school to study electronics, figuring that would be a profession with job security. In 2008 he was laid off. It wasn’t the first time or last time he was wrong. But while in school, and holding down a full time job, he began writing in his spare time. In the mid-nineties he had his first short story sale and publication. He shares his life with his wife and their two dogs.
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
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