Free The Age of Zombies: Sergeant Jones by B. Rockow

ahead, Savannah. Let Gloria know what that’s like.”
    Tears streamed down Savannah’s cheeks. She looked Gloria straight in the eye. “I am not going to bring you down, Gloria. I am not going to kill Chris. I am not going to falter now. I have faith in the Lord Jesus Christ.”
    Gloria pushed herself up from the asphalt. “And you betrayed me. You betrayed my home and my family. You are a jezebel. Your own husband was a coward. You expect me to believe that you will stay strong? Drop the facade, bitch. One of us is going to die.”
    This delighted the soldiers. Two machetes came flying through the air and crashed down in front of each of the women. Gloria was quick to pick hers up. Savannah hesitated. But once she got a good look at the spark of hate in Gloria’s eyes, Savannah knew she had to defend herself. She picked up her machete, and gripped it tight.
    Gloria rushed Savannah with with the look of a wild banshee in her eyes. Savannah let out a shrill cry and held her machete high. Gloria’s tactic was pure hate. Savannah’s was to strike at the opportune time. The muggy Kansas air lay like a blanket covering everybody in sweat. The heat fueled Gloria’s rage. All eyes were on the fate of these two women.
    “Whoooooooore!” Gloria flailed her machete as her shoes smacked the asphalt making their way to the target. “Diiiiiiiie!”
    Savannah dug her feet in for the attack. She dodged Gloria’s frenzy, and brought her machete down on her opponent’s spine. The cut to Gloria proved instantly fatal. Nobody survives a severed spinal cord. Savannah collapsed on top of Gloria’s body. The dead woman spasmed. Gloria was most certainly dead, but her nerves buzzed with shock. Savannah heaved a sigh of relief.
    Grantha lifted her from the ground. “You did well Savannah,” he said. “Now on to your next task.” He motioned for one of the soldiers to bring Chris to him. “This man is your lover. I want you to make love to him now. In front of us.”
    Chris and Savannah stood face to face as lovers for the first time in public. Their trysts had always been in private: musty closets, spare bedrooms, dim offices, empty churches. They felt naked in front of each other out in the muggy Kansas air. A flutter of strange joy lifted through Savannah’s gut and up to her heart. They were free to love each other now. The violent deaths of their respective spouses were awful, but Savannah saw that as the Lord’s will. She tried to speak but her throat constricted and tears welled up in her eyes. They embraced. They held each other for a good minute before Grantha violently pulled them apart. Chris and Savannah were nothing but rag dolls compared to this monster. He tossed them to the side. They were both sprawled out on the hot asphalt.
    “That’s enough love to last me a long time,” the bull man said. “Now that that’s done, I want Savannah to kill Chris. If she doesn’t do it, we’ll kill the kids. I’ll give her a minute. Starting now.”
    “No, no, no!” Chris shouted. “I love this woman. And I will die for her. But before I do, I ask for one more embrace.”
    Grantha was impressed and perplexed at the same time. He never understood human love. How idiotic and inspiring it was at the same time. “Go ahead,” Grantha said. “Have your last embrace.”
    Chris picked Savannah up from the asphalt. He held her in his arms tight for as long as Grantha would allow. But he kept his eyes open for an opportunity to turn the tide. He saw that each of the soldiers had an automatic rifle slung across their back. If he could charge one of them, jump on their back, and fire enough rounds to do some serious damage there could still be a possibility of survival. Chris held Savannah tight and whispered in her ear.
    “I love you,” he said. “It’s time to make our move.”
    Grantha had seen enough. He stomped towards them. Chris waited until Grantha was ten feet away. In a sudden move Chris threw Savannah to the