Free Learning To Live (Zombie Overload Series) by C. M. Wright Page A

to be honest.
Too many scary zombie movies, I guess," he tells me, still on
alert, still clearing rooms.
    "You
know how much that's gonna suck, right? No light to see the scary
shit. No way to charge cell phones. No hot showers. Oh God! I'm going
to miss those hot showers most!" I can't help but bitch and
moan about it. It will suck!
    Jake
stops and turns to me, grabbing my arm. He leans toward me and
growls, "Do us both a favor-or at least me-and don't mention
showers and yourself in the same sentence. You may be all kinds of
happy having Will back, but I can't say I feel the same way. And I
really don't see why him being back has to change anything, anyway."
    He
pulls me to him, smashing me against his chest. He places his
hands-one in a fist, as he's still holding his handgun-on each side
of my face, pulling my head up toward him.

Chapter Fifteen
    I
put my hands on his chest and look into his eyes. He should have
known then. Should have seen it in my eyes. But he never
learns. Never backs away. Never stops. So when he crumbles to the
ground with his hand on his crotch, gasping in between calling me
every name possible, I don't feel bad at all.
    I
stand above him, hands on my hips, rage sending hot lava from my eyes
to engulf him as he writhes in agony. Angry at him-but at myself ,
as well, for the lightning bolts of passion that shoot through my
body just from his damn touch.
    In
a low, no-nonsense voice I spell it out for him, "First thing,
Jake, I won't cheat on Will. What happened between us only happened
because I thought he was dead. I may not have done everything I
should have and I never should have allowed things to get as far as
they did with you. I'm really sorry about that. Second, you're
damn right I'm happy Will's back! The fact you aren't happy is
something you better get the hell over quick." I crouch down so
that we are eye to eye.
    "None
of this is about you, Jake. You're not a part of this marriage, in
fact, until just a few days ago, I didn't even know who the hell you
were. You want to be friends, fine. We can be friends. But only if
this shit stops and stops now. If you want to be stupid and childish
and hate me from now on, that's perfectly fine, too. But," I
lean in close. "You. Leave. My. Husband. Alone !"
    I
stand and leave him on the floor. Making my way upstairs, I clear
each room and then head back down. Jake has moved from the floor to a
kitchen chair and avoids me as I walk through. I shake my head at the
ignorance of the whole thing and go out the back door, letting the
others know it's safe to come in.
    I
tell Will to wait for me as I walk to the back of the truck where I
get a set of the military fatigues, underwear, socks and boots in
Will's size and help him into the house. As we walk inside the
kitchen, Jake glares at Will and I glare at Jake. He ducks his head
when he notices my eyes blazing at him but, fortunately Will doesn't
notice.
    I
help Will upstairs and into the large bathroom. I help him undress,
start the shower, and he gets in. I sit on the bathroom floor with my
back against the door and wait.
    "So
what's with the dirty look from Jake?" he calls out through the
shower curtain. So he did see that.
    "Having
a bad night, I guess," I reply with as much disinterest as I can
without it being totally obvious that I know exactly what his problem
is. Aching balls being one of those things.
    "Oh,
and by the way, nice hickey," Will tells me, his voice angry. He
punctuates his words with a fist slamming into the shower wall.
    My
heart stops and I lose the ability to breath. Oh God!
    "Will,
it's not what you think! It's a bruise...from fighting with a
zombie...he grabbed me by the neck...honest!"
    Now, before
you start judging me, what would you do? How would you explain to
your husband /wife/partner that; they were gone, you were convinced
they were dead, and that you were only thinking about your and your
kids' futures? And of course, if you're the suicidal type-that you
were totally