Zombie Invasion

by R. G. Richards

  Contents

  Copyright Page

  Chapter 1 April

  Chapter 2 Brittany

  Chapter 3 Zora

  Chapter 4 April

  Chapter 5 Pipi

  Chapter 6 Mike

  Chapter 7 Arrival

  Chapter 8 Connors

  Chapter 9 Fanmer

  Chapter 10 Connors

  Chapter 11Miriam

  Chapter 12 Reilly

  Chapter 13 Connors

  Chapter 14 Miriam

  Chapter 15 Zora

  Chapter 16 April

  Chapter 17 Brittany

  Chapter 18 Mike

  Chapter 19 Miriam

  Chapter 20 Jodi

  Chapter 21 Reilly

  Chapter 22 Pierce

  Chapter 23 Fanmer

  Chapter 24 Reilly

  Chapter 25 Brittany

  Chapter 26 Awakening

  Chapter 27 Army Life

  Chapter 28 Blake

  Chapter 29 Rebirth

  Chapter 30 Homefront

  ZOMBIE INVASION

  By

  R.G. Richards

  This is a work of fiction. Names, places, businesses, characters, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, actual events or locals is purely coincidental.

  Zombie Invasion

  Book 2 (Zora Baker series)

  Cover Art by Dafeenah Jameel

  Copyright © 2012 by R. G. Richards

  http://rgrichards.blogspot.com/

  All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author or publisher except for the use of brief quotations in critical articles or reviews.

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  A NOTE ON CHRONOLOGY

  The Zora Baker series contains four books. Zombie Invasion is written in a different style to deliver background information needed for the final book. Characters are sometimes hundreds of miles from one another. Some chapters cover a day, some only hours; others might span days with gaps between. With such a structure, the narrative cannot be strictly sequential; sometimes important things are happening simultaneously at different locations.

  Eventually, major characters will travel to Camp Vix. These are the stories that happen prior to the adventures of Zombie Zora.

  R.G. Richards

  Chapter One: April

  April Dushell works as a beautician at Rita’s Glamoria. “Blonds have more fun” was more than a slogan for April. She lived it. The high point of her life happened in her beauty college days when she was voted queen of the festival and served as homecoming queen for the local state college. Before that, she won several small contests, including Little Miss America, Miss Missouri Teen, and Miss St. Louis. Her largest cash reward was for $5,000 as a finalist in the state’s Miss Missouri contest. She was hoping to win and move on to the Miss America contest, but that dream ended with her loss.

  April took her prize money and opened a beauty parlor with four other women from her college. Each pledged $5,000 and the shop was up and running. April still had a penchant for the pageant circuit and from time to time she left her duties to chase her dream at a nearby event. Unfortunately, her string of successes ended and she faced the fact that this was her life and it would not get any better.

  After five long years, life took a turn for the worse. April was in debt and about to lose everything. Time away from work cost her money, so she resorted to selling pieces of her share of the shop to fund her failed trips. She told herself it would be all right, she would win the next one and live the good life. It was all for naught. She had no money and several problems to boot. The more she thought of her problems the more she drank. When booze wasn’t handy, drugs filled the bill. April didn’t discriminate; anything she could swallow, inhale, or shoot into her body gave her relief from her tragic life.

  To add insult to injury, today happens to be another Monday, a workday. The day was cold. She wore a patched coat she got from Goodwill. Her once golden locks now lay pressed under a wool hat. She didn’t have time to fix her hair and planned to wear her stocking cap all day long. It matched her tracksuit and she could claim it was the latest style from her magazines.

  “April?”

  “Damn,” April said under her breath. She barely made it through the door when Mary stopped her.

  “Did you say something?” asked Mary.

  “No, Mary, I didn’t say a word.” April gave a pleasant smile. “How are you today, Mary?”

  “I’m just wonderful. How ‘bout yourself?”

  April wondered how this mealy-mouth woman gained the upper hand over her. They had all put in equal amounts of money to start the shop, yet somehow the others deferred to her and elected her queen. She was the only queen in the shop—the best looking, most athletic, and most desired.

  Since they began cutting men’s hair, the men had lined up to sit in April’s chair. She knew how to pamper men, yet women refused to recognize her dominance. Her partners somehow preferred to elect the shop’s troll over her and the troll never let her forget it. How ‘bout yourself? You bitch!

  “I’m wonderful, Mary, life is a peach.”

  April gave her best smile. Through clenched teeth she radiated a glow to mask her loathing for the woman.

  “Your rent is due by the end of the week,” said Mary. “We can’t take any more excuses. I hope that’s not a problem for you.”

  April chuckled. “No problem, Mary.”

  Mary waddled off and April went to her station. Her steady stream of customers had dwindled with time. Secretly she suspected Mary, Sonya, and Elizabeth of stealing them away. It’s very odd that she lost most of her clients after events beyond her control, for instance, the time her doctor put her on bed rest for a week because of a bleeding ulcer. Never again would she take drinks from strangers or make the rounds to every open bar on Ladies Night. Then there was the time she went on the pageant circuit, only to return to clients who had made mysterious changes to their personal schedules, no longer free to sit in her chair.

  Life had become a rat race and Mary was the chief rat.

  April picked up her towel and dusted her chair, hopefully she would have a customer soon.

  “I would have hit that old goat in the gap between her two front teeth.”

  April looked up. It was the only partner still friendly to her, Deidre Spire. She looked at the woman in Deidre’s chair. She came over and stood next to her. “Hey, Dee, what’s up?”

  “Not a thang girl. Why you keep letting that wanch talk to you like that?” Dee put her hand on her hip, waiting for an answer.

  “You know she wants to kick me out. She is just biding her time, waiting until Friday to lower the boom.”

  “How much have you saved, girl?”

  “Maybe half.” She took in a shaky breathe. “It’s been slow.”

  “What are you going to do ‘bout the rent?”

  “I don’t know. She won’t take half and she won’t give me more time. Why did you guys put her in charge anyway?”

  “It wasn’t me, girl. I hate that cow. She is the only one who took accounting classes and can keep the books. I think she blackmailed the others into voting f
or her. Enough ‘bout her, what the hell you gonna do come Friday?”

  April sighed. “I wish I knew.”

  “Well here, you can take one of these off my hands.”

  Two of Dee’s customers sat and read newspapers. She motioned for the first to go and sit in April’s chair.

  “Thanks, girl.”

  “No problem.”

  The woman for April’s chair wore a fur coat. She was a medium-sized woman who wore jewelry everywhere the eye could see. She wore a pearl necklace, diamond earrings, a brooch on her dress, and the hat she removed had a golden bird on its side. April helped her out of her coat and noticed three rings on each hand. How easy it would be to take one, they must be worth a fortune.

  April put the sheet around the woman and began trimming her hair. Minutes later, April got a pleasant surprise when the door opened. In came her five-year-old daughter, Brittany. The little girl wore a coat and carried a Barbie lunch box. She reached high in an effort to hang her coat on the tall coatrack. She stretched high to reach the hook. Mary walked by and took the coat and hung it up. She patted the little girl on her head and turned and smirked at April.

  April shivered. The uneasy feeling filtered down her body and produced a slight shaking in her hand. From experience, it would take a minute to go away. She smiled at Mary and went back to clipping her customer’s hair. Though she worked on her customer, her eyes stayed on the little feet coming toward her.

  “Momma?”

  April saw matching golden locks and blue eyes. The upturned face was all aglow. Eyes wide as saucers took in her mother’s form. Her neatly-pressed, little, white dress displayed a blue bow on the right side. Her little black shoes shined and she wore her best white ankle socks.

  “Hey, baby, you ready for school?”

  “Yes, momma.”

  “Have a seat, honey. Your bus will be out front in thirty minutes. Open your coloring book and color while you wait, okay?”

  “Okay, momma.”

  Little Brittany opened the drawer on the small desk her mother bought for her and took out her Princess coloring book and box of sixty-four crayons. She sat behind her desk. The small desk faced the door so she could look up and see her bus coming. Brittany chose a Princess with a wand to color.

  “Is that your daughter?” asked the woman April worked on.

  “Yes, that’s my little Britt Britt.”

  “How old is she?”

  “Five.”

  “She is quite lovely.”

  “Thank you.”

  “You know what? I am on my way to Kansas City to attend a children’s pageant. I bet your daughter could win. Of course, she would need the right clothes and hair. Does she have a talent?”

  “You are talking about a beauty pageant?”

  “Yes, there is one this Thursday night that I’m going to.”

  “She is way too young for those things. I know. I won several a few years back.”

  “Well, your loss, the winner gets $5,000.”

  April finished the woman’s hair. She pulled off the cover and the woman stood. She opened her purse and paid April and walked toward the door. She stopped and appraised Brittany for a second. “Pity.”

  “Wait,” said April. She came alongside the woman to whisper to keep the others from hearing. She hated how the shop folk stayed in her private business. “What age-group are you talking about?”

  “She is a year behind the others. Her age-group is four to six in the Little Miss Precious Pageant.”

  “Does it lead to a bigger contest?”

  The woman opened her purse. She handed April a card. “She can win easily. She will need the right clothes and a talent. Why don’t you call me sometime next week and we can talk. I have to get going or I’ll be late.”

  “What? What about this pageant? You said she could win.” April’s mouth went dry.

  “I will loan you what she needs, but you will pay me back whether she wins or not. Is that understood?”

  “Fine. I want in on this pageant. We could use the money.”

  April hated she said that last bit. Those words have always gotten her into trouble. Don’t show vulnerability, she thought. Too late. She gave a nervous smile and hoped the woman would be a friend and not take advantage of her like the troll.

  The woman looked at Brittany coloring. April saw a glint that gave her pause. What if the woman sensed desperation and was reeling her in? She watched the woman click her tongue.

  “I’m staying at the Empire, room 614. Be there by nine o’clock tonight and you can ride to Kansas City with me. Don’t be late.”

  The woman left. April stared at the business card. Mildred Threeton, pageant consultant. April smiled. This Mildred was the answer to her prayers.

  That night, April rode in a cab that dropped her and Brittany off at the Empire hotel. She rarely went to this part of town. There was no need, this section was for tourists and travelers staying overnight in St. Louis. She had spent a night in one of these fancy hotels, long ago. An old boyfriend brought her to this very hotel after graduation. It’s possible she conceived Brittany during that visit.

  Brittany held her mother’s hand as they walked into the hotel. April was out of time and this would be her Hail Mary pass. Their futures depended on Brittany winning a beauty pageant, and why shouldn’t she? She was the daughter of a beauty queen.

  April rode the elevator up to the sixth floor. They exited and looked for the correct room number. There was no turning back from this adventure. With a heavy heart, she knocked on the door.

  “Hey, you made it. Come on in.” Mildred opened the door wide.

  “Thank you,” said April. After the door closed, she brought her daughter forward. “This is my little sunshine, Brittany. Brittany, can you say hello to the nice lady?”

  “Hello,” said a squeaky voice.

  Mildred bent and spoke lovingly to the small child.

  “Well, hello dear. My name is Mildred. Do you know what a beauty pageant is?”

  “Yes,” said Brittany, her smile bright.

  “Oh, you’re going to love it. You get to wear pretty dresses and wear crowns that only a princess wears. Do you like that?”

  “Yes.”

  “Very good. My car is downstairs. Let’s get going, we have a ways to go to get there.”

  Mildred opened the door and they left. April’s heart filled with equal amounts of joy and fear. The trepidation of starting a new life weighed on her. She took care of all her business after Brittany left for school. The mail had been stopped. Dee took what few customers she had for the rest of the week. She notified the school Brittany would be out for the rest of the week due to personal business, and she managed to duck the landlord. As she climbed into the car beside Mildred, she hoped she had done the right thing and prayed for a happy outcome. The car started and they were off.

  Chapter Two: Brittany

  The whole car ride to the pageant, Brittany thought of how valuable she was and how important she was to her family. April told her she was beautiful and because she existed, April existed. As long as Brittany was alive in the world, so was her mother. April told the little girl that to be remembered, she had to be like her. She had to win contests and then have a beautiful daughter to pass her good looks down to. Only then would she be remembered forever and ever. Though the young girl couldn’t fully understand, she knew she looked like her mother. Maybe when she was old like her, she could be mistaken for her. Was that what she was trying to say? Brittany hated when her mother talked like that, it was usually when she had been drinking her nasty drinks.

  Brittany readied for her pageant debut. Her mother stayed with her, but left her in the care of two other women. April sat on the couch, watching. Mildred sent a man in with a tray of donuts and cookies. He sat the tray on the table in front of April, bowed and left. The cookies fascinated Brittany. She had never seen cookies of this type—people shaped cookies. When she looked closer, she inferred they were pageant conte
stants like her. Each cookie wore a dress of candies with an icing sash and a crown of sugar. To bite one of the richly decorated cookies would be heaven. Brittany broke away from the pawing women to have one.

  “Brittany! No! No sweets. You will pick up fifty pounds eating one of these.” April scolded with a cookie in her thin hand. “No eating until after you win. And if you lose, you get nothing. Get back over there and let them make you beautiful.”

  “Okay, momma,” she begrudgingly said. The words crushed her little soul. One cookie couldn’t do all that, could it? Her mother was beautiful so she should know, she thought. She reluctantly went with the women, but eyed the cookies all the more. Just one, if I could only have a small bite of just one. That wouldn’t hurt me, would it?

  April bit into her cookie. Brittany watched. She was correct, it was heaven.

  If not for the pawing women who pulled at her clothes, it would be her devouring that cookie. Instead, fueled by her anger and hunger, Brittany resisted the women and fought. She screamed, “stop it!” it was hard to fight against them, they were tall and strong and when they grabbed her arms it hurt.

  “Brittany!” April yelled, “you stop it right now before I come over there and tan your hide!”

  “They’re taking my clothes, mommy. Make them stop!”

  April rose from the couch with fire in her eyes. She went over and slapped Brittany across her face. The little girl sniffled.

  “Don’t you dare cry and embarrass me,” said April through gritted teeth. Cookie crumbs dripped from the corner of her mouth. Delicious cookie crumbs. “You stand there and you let them make you beautiful so you can win. You hear me? You stand there and be quiet.”

  Brittany started to speak. She stopped when April’s hand went high in the air above her small head. She looked at the hand and cringed. She held her tongue. All that she could do was nod.

  “About time,” said April.

  April went back to her seat and picked up another of the delicious cookies. She leaned back and let the great taste wash over her. Moments later, the man returned and this time he carried a platter with two tiny glasses. I know them, thought Brittany. Mommy calls them shotty glasses. He placed the tray in front of her mother, next to the cookies. He bowed and left. April downed both in succession. She picked up another cookie and gave an evil eye to her daughter to make sure she behaved.