6 Chapter 6

“I know, hon, I know,” I said in return. “But to what avail? The more zombies we allow inside here, the more there will be out there to take their place. It would, I’m afraid, be a Sisyphean task.” We’d had this talk before. It never changed. After all, how could it?

He giggled, as best as any zombie could. “I used to know a drag queen named Sisyphus.” He scratched beneath his platinum blonde wig: a treasure from a recent foray into the city. “No, wait, it was Syphilis.” Then he leaned his head on my shoulder. “Anyway, it’s still awfully sad to think of them all that way.” He pointed at the distant groaning throng, a hot breeze washing over us all the while.

I squeezed his hand firmer in my own. “Just their destiny, hon.” I kissed his bewigged head. “And ours, sad to say.”

Though ours, and theirs, really, was about to take one hell of an unexpected turn.

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