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The barn door opens, and I scramble to my feet to see who came to visit. Matty and the other men walk in, looking pissed. I laugh as I follow them with my eyes as they climb into the hayloft and sit on the edge, facing me. “I take it she died, then? Weren’t you able to get there in time to save your little whore?” I mocked. “She was never yours. She always belonged to me, right to the bitter end; her life was mine.”
They didn’t reply, but their eyes lifted from me to the door behind me as they smiled. That’s when I heard snarling behind me. I turn to see what it is, and my mouth falls open in shock. Not fucking possible. Bailey stands in the barn doorway with a zombie at the end of a pole, and she looks perfectly fine. She’s all healed and put back together.
I lose my shit. “All you had to do was die, that’s it. How fucking hard can that be?” I screamed. “You never could do anything fucking right, could you? Though, I guess that isn’t completely true.” I eyed the zombie nervously, hoping my following words would result in a quick death. “You were the best fuck I ever had. You’re welcome, boys. I taught her everything I know.”
My statement is met with silence as Bailey smirks at me. “Which wasn’t fucking much. I just wanted to make sure that I was the last thing you saw. That you knew that I won and you lost. You may have hurt my body, but bodies heal. You didn’t break me. I’m going to rid the world of you, and then I will go on to live a long and happy life with my men who love me.”
She pulled out a knife and cut my pants open to expose my dick. Then, she kicks the zombie to its knees.
That’s when I started to panic and struggle against my restraints. I try to kick, but my ankles are shackled, and I can’t lift my legs very high without support. I can’t achieve this with my hands chained behind the pole.
“You like fucking zombies so much. Let’s see how you like getting your dick sucked by one,” Bailey said before pushing the zombie's face toward my dick.
I scream as the zombie bites into my dick, ripping it from my body before diving in to tear more flesh from my body hungrily. The last thing I see before everything goes black is Bailey’s face in mine and the slow smile that spreads across it.
Epilogue
Five Years Later
Istoodinthekitchen making lemonade from the lemons from the small orchard we had found. In the last five years, we have explored the land around us a lot. Nature flourished without humans to destroy the planet, and we were reaping the rewards. I grunt softly and rub my belly where the baby kicked. Ethan pressed himself against my back and rubbed my bump soothingly.
“He’s feisty, just like his mommy,” he said. He kissed my cheek and grabbed the pitcher from me.
I shook my head as I grabbed the glasses and followed him outside. We had no way of knowing if it was a boy or a girl, but that didn’t keep the guys from referring to the baby as a boy. They were trying to manifest it to be true by the power of thought. I paused at the top of the stairs to soak up the scene before me. My three-year-old daughter played in the yard with her daddies, cousins, and Witch. Anna and her parents sat on a blanket in the grass, watching with giant smiles. I had never felt happier in my life.
After I watched Scott die and turn into a zombie, I kept him trapped in the barn. For months, I obsessively checked on and tormented him until, finally, the guys sat me down and told me enough was enough. It was time to let him go for good. I knew they were right. So I stabbed him in the eye and never looked back.
Sure, I still had anxieties and panic attacks occasionally, but my men were right beside me through it all. I was terrified when I found out that I was pregnant with Ava. It wasn’t until they placed that tiny little baby in my arms that I knew I was meant to be her mama. I couldn’t imagine our lives without her.
Matty comes up behind me and puts his arm around my shoulders. I lean into him as we watch our families together. “Thank you,” he said.
“For what?”
“Everything. For everything you did for me. For everything you sacrificed. For teaching me how to love and how to be a parent.” He kisses my cheek and takes the glasses from me to join our family.
I didn’t used to think love in the apocalypse was possible. Now, I realize that it is the only way to fully thrive.
“Mama! Come play!”
“Coming, Baby.”
THE END.