'Til Death Do Us Part

CHAPTER FORTY-ONE

Eliza

“That’s him.” Kong told Eliza as Michael came out onto the deck.

She nodded imperceptibly, her lips tightening at the sight of her adversary.

“Didn’t seem like much when he said his name was Buker and doesn’t seem like much now,” he said a moment before Mike flipped Eliza off. Kong was both amused at the gesture and awed that someone had enough balls to do something like that to her.

Tomas burst out laughing, Kong had wanted to join him, but he didn’t have a familiar relationship to fall back on like the boy did. He was certain she would cut his throat and let him bleed out where they were.

“Kill him,” Eliza told her escort.

They hastily left the area as their firepower gave way to that of the defenders.

“Should we try a different approach?” Kong asked Eliza once they were in a safer area.

“No, I have found out what I need to know,” she replied. “It is not Michael that keeps my zombies at bay.”

“The trench then?” Kong asked, seeking clarification.

Eliza walked away looking more pissed then usual which Kong found hard to believe. He turned to Tomas.

“They are broadcasting a signal that interferes with the physiology of the zombies.”

“Like the vials?” he asked.

“No, better,” Tomas said with a hint of a smile.

“That’s fucking brilliant,” Kong said, turning back to the house he could no longer see due to the density of the woods. He wondered what other surprises they had in store. “You obviously care for your sister, I can see that, but you cannot hide the fact that you also care for the well-being of the Talbots. What’s your story?” Kong asked.

“I do not think that either of us has enough life left in us for me to recount that,” Tomas said sadly and walked to catch up with his sister.

Kong had two vampires, if he was to believe what Eliza told him—and he had no reason not to—around seventy men, and close to fifteen thousand zombies on his side against one house full of mostly women and children, and he thought that he had chosen poorly. “Well it’s a shitty bed, but I made it. Might as well lie in it.”