Free The Ghosts of the Zombie Apocalypse by Greg Kayes Page B

surprise them like they were interrupted in mid sentence by a duck that flew into their face out of nowhere. It always left them stunned and unsure as if such a thing couldn’t really have happened.
      At least there was plenty to eat in the city. In Henrietta's recent avulsion from ghost society she wandered around not really sure what to do with herself. But there was plenty of food everywhere. She never noticed that she could eat so many things as a ghost.
      In a wine cellar Henrietta found a recently broken bottle of fine Champaign. The taste of intoxication floated up like a bubbling aura hanging softly in the air. Later In a coffee shop, a coffee grounds bag had been broken open by debris, brewed slowly in warm rainwater that had pooled in a giant novelty cup from one of their customer displays. The air fizzed delightfully like she just walked into a bustling coffee shop full of people.
      It wasn't as if Henrietta could get drunk or a caffeine buzz, she later realized that she needed a body to feel that. But it was more the feeling it gave off, like being around something pleasing or nostalgic. It reminded her of some sweet times in her life; champagne on a good date, those mornings when a cup of coffee was exactly the best thing to start the day, or just the simple memory of the rain pounding heavily on her as she ran through a storm playfully as a kid getting soaked to the bone and her feet caked in mud. It was like for the first time since she had died that she was the one telling herself a story, and it felt good...But not satisfying.
      Henrietta kicked a rock in frustration sending it rocketing off a few inches. That was another thing, moving stuff seemed amazing after a while, but it was a thing she didn't understand. It hurt her head if she tried to think about it and even more whenever she attempted to do it. It only seemed to work whenever it felt like it. At least that quandary distracted her for a few hours at a time.
      It was beginning to dawn on Henrietta that she was going to have to face eternity sooner or later. The boring prospects of being alone for forever had been seeping in. There was no ghost she could or wanted to talk to anymore. There was no life left to watch, even if it was her undead body. And the only living person that could talk to her was missing, could just about die at any moment if she wasn’t dead already, and was totally a frustratingly cryptic know it all.
      "But I suppose if I were able to talk to ghost, while alive, I'd want to be a know it all as well just so I could go to sleep at night without being completely terrified all the time." Henrietta said to the air as she looked out over the destroyed city.
      But besides all that, one thing was really bugging her. Why was there a pair of fallen ghosts roaming around? I thought all the groups stayed in one spot.
     
      Things were getting odd a little more so than terrifying. The master was behaving differently after that last group of ghosts said something before he had a chance to eat them. "There's another one coming!" They said. What could it mean? Another ghost with a corpse? The master avoided those for some reason. I think he said "Not ripe enough" under his breath the other day. But I'll be damned if I'm going to ask him about it.
      Still...He is acting strange. What does it mean?
     
      "What does it mean?" Henrietta thought to herself.
      The pair just kept moving around almost in a zig zag as if looking for something. Or more one was looking around while the other followed closely behind and stood still while waiting for the other to do something else. They were getting closer to her and that unsettled her for some reason, especially after they went in to the wine cellar with the champagne. Well it's not like they are searching for me.
     
      What are we doing in this demolished coffee shop? First that wine cellar and now this?
     
      Oh my God they are totally searching for me.
     
      Where are we