Lipstick & Zombies (Deadly Divas Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

still ambling over from the far end of the room, she went back to the table and grabbed a second weapon.
    This was improv. She'd done improv before. That had been interacting with a bunch of dancers on a stage, but who knew, the muncher could have been a dancer in its former life.
    Focus. Be present. Don't let it bite you.
    The sledgehammer was heavy in her hand, and she thanked her trainer for being such a hard-ass. She could swing this.
    But would it be enough of a show?
    She considered her options and flipped the table on its side so it blocked the runway. Now she had a shield to wait behind. And wait she did. It was a slow one; it must have been decaying for over a month. New munchers would have run right for her.
    Just another couple feet and its outstretched arms would reach her. She revved up the chainsaw. The noise motivated the muncher to pick up the pace. It was close enough that a puff of rotten breath moistened her face—her pores would never be clean again—and she ducked away from its grasp before slamming the chainsaw through the table, into its gut.
    So. Freaking. Gross. The spray was like holding your thumb over the end of a hose, but with chunks. Her dress was so done for.
    She still had a sledgehammer and a knife the size of her forearm. Maybe the sledgehammer would make the better show, but if the blood and guts fountain hadn't proven she could handle this, then there wasn't much else she could do.
    The chain got stuck on something—maybe bone, maybe the table—and the engine stalled out. She swung the blade into the muncher's skull, releasing another, thicker, spray of blood, drenching her hair.
    She had to look terrifying. Good.
    She bowed at the black glass in the wall above her, assuming that's where they were watching her from, and walked back out the door she'd come in through.
     
    JO
     
    They left her alone in a closet-sized room without a word. A door on the opposite wall popped open. Unsure what else to do, Jo walked through it. The oblong space was much brighter than the first room. There was a table covered with a variety of average looking weapons. Again a door opened at the other end of the room, this time letting in one of the moaning dead. Without hesitation, Jo grabbed the forearm machete, stalked to the end of the room, and ran the blade up through the jaw and into the brain. She plunked the blade back out, shook it off, and let the corpse fall to the ground, at peace at last.
    She watched, and waited, and was met with silence.
    "Is that really it? Where are the rest?" Her arm dropped to her side. She'd messed up. That wasn't much of a show; that hadn't proven anything. "Send me more! I didn't realize you were only going to give me one. I can play the cat and mouse game! I can give you a show! Send me three at once; I'll make it slow! I can do it!"
    The door she'd come in through opened back up for her, but she refused to go through it. She sat by the door for the undead, crossed her legs, dropped her weapon, and crossed her arms. She would not budge. There was no going back.
     
    GERRI
     
    There were two bats on the table, and Gerri thought it was so damned funny, she just couldn't help herself. She picked them up and drummed them down the length of the table, rattling the weapons into an echoing clatter, and then beat them down the wall. She twirled on one leg in front of the zombie, keeping its attention on her, and then hit the bats together in a slow beat that went really well with its high pitched groaning.
    The zombie was closing in. It was time to get down to business. The song was reaching its epic finale.
    Both feet firm on the ground, hip width apart, she swung the bats in wide circles at her sides while the zombie crossed those last two steps. She expected it to be excited and lurch forward quickly, but it hesitated, so her first wide swing had to wait an extra beat.
    "Hey honey, you feeling okay?"
    She swung at the zombie's shoulder.
    "You're looking a little gray