Zombie Invasion
ZOMBIE INVASION
By
R.G. Richards
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Zombie Invasion
Copyright © 2012 by R.G. Richards
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to people living or dead is coincidental and unintended. This is a production of the author’s imagination.
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Many thanks to all those kind enough to help me finish this book.
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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, a beautician at Rita’s Glamoria, lives the slogan, “Blonds have more fun.” The high point of her life — Homecoming Queen for University of Missouri at St. Louis due to massive illness from food infection while holding the title of Queen of the Festival at her very own Stinwic’s Beauty College. Before that, she won several small contests, including Little Miss America, Miss Missouri Teen, and Miss St. Louis Teen. 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 breath. “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 for 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 waiting customers 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: 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 but fell short of accomplishing her task. 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?”
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nbsp; 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.
The woman appraised her willing victim with a treacherous grin. Finally, she made her offer. “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