Free Bitten by Tristan Vick

this shit!”
    Just then several gun shots rang out and several more zombies flew out of the window and fell to their gut splattering deaths.
    “Who the hell is shooting at us?” Zanato screamed pathetically.
    “They’re not shooting at us, genius. They’re shooting at the Walkers.”
    Searching the skyline, Jennifer noticed a U.S. Marine perched on the rooftop directly across from them.
    “Over there!” she exclaimed, pointing in the gunman’s direction. Zanato looked out across the divide and spotted the marine.
    “It’s the Marines! Thank God! The M arines are here!”
    From inside the building they heard several more shots. The zombies which were grasping for them now were all slumped into a massive dead heap, half of them hanging out of the window. They looked like ragdolls hanging out of a child’s toy box.
    Just then a tall, dark, and handsome marine appeared in the window and put his hand out for Jennifer to take. “I’m Sergeant Ulysses Noble, and I’m here to rescue you.”
    Taking his hand, Jennifer smiled graciously, and said, “My hero.” As their eyes met Jennifer felt some definite sparks fly. “I’m Jennifer, and…” as he scooped her into his strong arms, she added, “I’m all yours.”
    As they walked toward the stairwell, a voice called out, “Hey, what about me?”
    Noble stopped and looked back at the window with the man clamoring over the pile of dead zombies.
    “Well, don’t diddle-doddle,” Noble said with the urgency of a combat veteran. “This ain’t fucking recess, son.”
    Jennifer couldn’t help but laugh at that last part. It was all too accurate of a description of Jesse Zanato—the boy wonder—a wonder why she had put up with him for this long. But Zanato was yesterday’s news. She had other cravings.
    Jennifer licked her lips, hungrily, and gave Noble her most alluring look. Raising his left eyebrow, he smiled back at her, letting her know that he caught her message loud and clear.
     

     
    General Thompson Greer leaned back in his office chair and checked his watch. He didn’t like it when he lost contact with a team.
    “Dammit! Where are those boys?”
    General Greer’s hair had gone white long ago due to the stress of the job. Although he was pushing fifty-eight, he still had the physique of a rugged soldier who had seen his fair share of combat. Not only did he look like a hard-edged Cary Grant, he looked good in army green to boot.
    A small scar above his right eyebrow marked where some shrapnel had grazed him the time he nearly got taken out by a fanatic suicide bomber who set himself off in the middle of a Bagdad market plac e. Thirty casualties that god-forsaken day. A lot of bloody nightmares of women and children with missing limbs roaming the streets like ghosts for months afterward too. It wasn’t his best day, that was for goddamn sure.
    Major Valentine strode over to the general’s desk and saluted. General Greer responded in kind. She could tell he had a lot on his mind. Starring at him with her light green eyes, which complimented her military uniform, she waited for him to say something.
    “Sniper team sixteen sighted survivors and decided to take a det our before proceeding to base, sir.” As she updated the General, Corporal Anderson brought over some coffee.
    “Well they better goddamn hurry it up. It’s already getting dark and we’re going to have to activate the quarantine barrier in T-minus fifteen. As of twenty-one hundred hours Newcastle City will be officially sealed off.”
    Corporal Anderson placed the general’s mug down on the table and began pouring. As he did his eyes drifted to the major’s ample chest. Undressing her with his eyes, Anderson became distracted and spilled the coffee all over the general’s desk.
    Gritting his teeth and flexing his jaw, General Greer turned toward his officer and snarled, “Goddammit Anderson!”
    Valentine almost smiled but kept herself in check. She knew the general didn’t