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  Title: The Almighty Lady of Tomorrow

  Author: Marcos Fizzotti

  Published on September, 2017

  ISBN: 978-85-918322-7-9

  Edition: 1

  (Be careful! If you come too close, we can read your mind)

  This book is a work of fiction.

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

  Copyright © 2017 Marcos Bevilacqua Fizzotti

  All rights reserved.

  It is forbidden to distribute or copy any part of this book without the written authorization of the author.

  We shall not be held accountable if your mind is controlled upon finishing this book.

  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  PRELUDE

  1st MOVEMENT

  2nd MOVEMENT

  3rd MOVEMENT

  4th MOVEMENT

  5th MOVEMENT

  6th MOVEMENT

  7th MOVEMENT

  8th MOVEMENT

  9th MOVEMENT

  10th MOVEMENT

  11th MOVEMENT

  12th MOVEMENT

  13th MOVEMENT

  14th MOVEMENT

  15th MOVEMENT

  16th MOVEMENT

  17th MOVEMENT

  18th MOVEMENT

  19th MOVEMENT

  20th MOVEMENT

  21st MOVEMENT

  22nd MOVEMENT

  23rd MOVEMENT

  24th MOVEMENT

  25th MOVEMENT

  26th MOVEMENT

  27th MOVEMENT

  28th MOVEMENT

  29th MOVEMENT

  30th MOVEMENT

  LAST MOVEMENT

  PRELUDE

  “Damn it! What do you think you’re doing!? You’re going to kill us all!” said the man in suit.

  “I’m not a freaking stock car pilot!” replied the one in the wheel.

  “That’s for sure.”

  “I’m doing the best I can!”

  “Is that so? Now I know why you’re still a pencil pusher.”

  “I’d like to see you try it, shitty lawyer!”

  “What’s that?”

  “Enough!” said the dressed up lady in one of the backseats. “Just get us out of here.”

  “This is not in the contract!” The man in the wheel complained.

  “That roadblock was not, either.” Allison replied. “And it’s not the company’s fault.”

  “Yeah, remind me to write them a memo after those bastards out there eat my guts.”

  “No much to eat there.” The lawyer said.

  “Another word out of you and I throw you out. I mean it!”

  The lawyer looked down on the driver and caressed his own tie with a hand.

  The van veered off harshly a steep curve, while a rain of dead beasts fell on the vehicle, causing an almost deafening rumble inside.

  “This is a goddamn precipice!” The man in the wheel barked.

  “Just keep us on the road.” Allison replied.

  The driver looked in the rearview mirror. From the backseats, only his eyes were visible in it.

  “I say we dump the girl.” He said.

  “NO!” Nancy screamed in the back, hugging a blonde little girl.

  “We got no use for her anymore.”

  “You can’t do that!” Nancy argued.

  “Company’s policies tell a different story.” The lawyer replied.

  “Then you have to dump me too.” Nancy said. “And you’ll be in a lot of trouble, because I’m an employee now. I’ve been emancipated. You know that!”

  “You don’t tell us what to do, employee!” The lawyer retorted. “Keep your mouth shut if you don’t want to rot in prison again.”

  “Take it easy you two!” Allison intervened. “Let’s cross one bridge at a time. What about the package?”

  Nancy frowned at the lady.

  “So, how’s the package?” The elegant lady calmly insisted.

  “He’s okay.” Nancy snarled back. “I’d appreciate if you didn’t refer to him as a package.”

  “Duly noted” Allison said with a mild grin.

  The driver said “When you’re through kissing each other’s asses, I really think we should…”

  “WATCH IT!”

  A torrent of dead people rained on them like a waterfall. A mountain of rotten animated corpses also tumbled right in front of the van. In despair, the driver turned the steering wheel all the way to the left. The heavy vehicle hit and destroyed the guardrail and fell off the cliff.

  It overturned several times.

  Nancy, the little blonde girl and a large crate flew out of the vehicle, shattering the rear window glass in the process. The van finally landed on its wheels.

  “Well, that takes care of this problem.” The driver said.

  “Are you alright?” Allison asked.

  “Yes.” The driver and lawyer replied.

  “I love these company’s cars!” The driver cheered “engine still works despite our little dance, real solid seat belts! Too bad the nigger didn’t get any seat.”

  “What we do now?” The lawyer queried.

  “We go.” responded the lady.

  “Are you sure?” The lawyer asked. “Corporate won’t be any happy if we lose the package. It was quite an investment.”

  “Even so neglectable” Allison responded. “We just get ourselves another one. As for the girl, she is compromised, as you so eloquently put it.”

  “However, Corporate thinks she’s very important.” The lawyer pointed out.”

  “She is.” Allison agreed. “That’s why this is such a great opportunity to see if she’s really up to the task. Now, if you please, gentlemen, I got a meeting to attend to.”

  The driver stepped hard on the gas pedal and the van sped away.

  Nancy managed to stand up, but her legs hurt badly and most of her body was covered in blood.

  “Please, don’t do that, please!” She cried in tears for the departing van.

  “And clean this up.” Allison turned to the lawyer, pointing a forefinger to a mild bleeding on his forehead. “This won’t look good before the Board of Directors.”

  “Your concern for my wellbeing is touching.” The lawyer growled.

  “Please, come back, please!” Nancy burst in tears, but she only saw the van disappear down the many curves around the hills.

  Defeated, she collapsed on her knees. The little girl pulled her t-shirt.

  “Are we going to die, Nancy?” She asked.

  “Come here, my darling!” Nancy said, hugging the girl.

  The army of undead closed on them.

  “Where’s the crate?” The woman asked.

  “Down there.” The girl pointed a finger.

  A hungry mob of voracious beasts completely surrounded woman and child.

  “Don’t look my dear.” Nancy held the girl tightly to her body, trying hard to hold back tears.

  “I’m scared!”

  “I know.”

  A powerful didgeridoo sound reverberated through the hills, its mighty resonance called the attention of a number of undead.

  Suddenly, the earth shook hard, as if a thousand bombs were exploding down the entrails of the underground.

  Before they knew it, a giant vehicle came roaring like the thunder, opening way through solid rock like it was paper, its huge wheels crushing the living dead as it went.

  Even so, without a care in the world, the remaining monsters ap
proached fast woman and girl, gnarling their horrible growl, ready to feast on the humans’ flesh. And the beasts would have succeeded if a boomerang that came from nowhere hadn’t split their heads wide open.

  Finally, the women could raise their eyes, to find the figure standing before them.

  “You might want to wait in the truck, lasses. Door is unlocked.” Lily said. “There are soda pops inside. Don’t forget to close the door once you’re in.”

  But before the women could move, two zombies appeared all of a sudden right behind Lily, drooling teeth dangerously close to her head. Woman and child screamed, although Lily did not move.

  The zombies fell down lifeless on the barren terrain, two small knives piercing each skull.

  “Bullseye!” screamed the reddish man.

  “Nice shot, boykie!” Lily praised.

  “And in the last possible second, as it should be!” Mate Clark Clarkson emerged.

  “You’re a fast learner!”

  Nancy signaled to the girl and she ran to the truck.

  “There’s a baby down that cliff over there.” Nancy told Lily. “He’s in a crate.”

  “What the heck a baby is doing down a cliff?” Mate gasped “and in a box?”

  “It’s a long story.” Nancy answered. “We had an accident.”

  “Well, guess we always need a baby in danger to put together a lofty and elating rescue operation, eh?” Lily commented. “Alright, go to the truck and wait there.”

  “What about you?”

  “Don’t worry, lass. We’ve been doing this for quite some time now.”

  The woman did as told.

  Everywhere around, zombies started to regroup and stagger decisively toward Lily and Clark. He took the knives out of the two skulls on the floor.

  “I guess we’re invited for dinner, Lil.” Mate said.

  “Then we shall politely decline.” She responded.

  Mate and Lily carefully stepped on the edge of the cliff and peeked down. In fact, they saw a crate sitting at the bottom, hungry zombies trying to force it open. A muffled cry could be heard from inside the crate.

  “We can’t get to it.” Clark said somberly.

  “We have to.” Lily replied.

  “It’s a good fifty feet down. We need a rope.”

  “We don’t have a rope. But we could also use a ladder.”

  “We don’t have a ladder either, Lil.”

  She turned to face him:

  “Just look around, Mate. We got the next best thing!”

  He stared back at her:

  “You’re not really thinking…”

  “Let’s do this!”

  The zombies were upon them.

  “Alright, let’s get busy.” Lily decided.

  She reached for the hockey stick inside the sheath strapped to her back and slowly mounted it.

  “Here we go again!” Mate grunted. “Can’t you go any faster? They’re all over us!”

  “I’ve been feeling kind of dispersed lately.” Lily replied. “I need to exercise some concentration.”

  “Right.”

  “Remember, Clark, kill them fast.”

  “I wasn’t exactly planning to resort to diplomacy.”

  “This is a form of diplomacy.”

  “Right. We do say a lot of nonsense when in terrible danger, don’t we?”

  “It helps blowing off some steam.”

  At the last possible second, the hockey stick was fully mounted and ready for action. Lily and Clark slaughtered all dead creatures in their path. They killed the bunch in the immediate vicinities, but more were coming, slow but steady.

  “We don’t have much time.” Lily said.

  “You’re telling me!”

  They dug into the pile of corpses whose heads they had just busted open and grabbed as many rib cages as they could.

  “Ugh, this is disgusting!” Mate complained.

  “It’s like stuffing a turkey.” Lily answered. “Just think of it as Thanksgiving Day.”

  “Where did I hear that before?”

  Using racquet strings from Mate’s tennis bag, they tied up several rib cages together in a row. Clark threw one end of the rib cages row down the cliff, to land right on top of the crate. Lily used a couple of slimy clavicles as nails to fix the other end to the ground. She hammered them down with her boomerang.

  “I hope it holds.” She said.

  “Be careful.” Mate advised.

  “I’ll try to be back before lunch, by which I mean us.”

  Lily placed the hockey stick between her back and the sheath straps. She started down the improvised ladder, carefully stepping on the ribs. One of them broke under her right foot. She had to firmly hold on to other ribs with both hands not to fall down.

  Lily continued down, the rib cages shaking hard as she did.

  “Boy, this is precarious.” Mate sighed, not taking his eyes off his friend.

  Lily stopped about five feet from the crate and jumped on the zombies trying to open it, dropping them to the floor. Very fast she stood up and cracked their skulls wide open with her hockey stick. Also with the hockey stick, she removed the top boards covering the crate.

  Inside, a beautiful baby boy smiled to her.

  “Awww! Aren’t you the cutest thing?” Lily said. “I feel like biting your tummy so much!”

  “So do the zombies!” Clark screamed from the top of the cliff wall. “Would you hurry, please?”

  “How could he listen to what I said from up there?” Lily wondered. “Well, never mind.”

  Lily accommodated the baby in her sheath and he fitted like a glove. She placed again the hockey stick between her back and the sheath straps, so she could climb up.

  She was almost at the top when the clavicles holding the rib cages could no longer bear the load and detached from the ground.

  Lily would have fallen down if Clark hadn’t grabbed her hand in an instinctive gesture.

  “Hold on…” He gasped.

  With great effort, he pulled Lily and the baby up.

  “Now I know how a pregnant woman feels like.” Lily commented. “Only the baby’s placement is wrong.”

  “There are better ways to get pregnant.” Mate replied. “Or so I heard.”

  Three zombies jumped on Mate from behind him. With her free hand, Lily grabbed the hockey stick and chopped their heads off. Finally, Clark brought his friend and the infant on her back all the way to the top. The baby gurgled.

  “I’m glad to see your tennis reflexes are still intact.” Lily said.

  “I can say the same about your hockey skills.” Clark replied.

  “Let’s get out of here.”

  “When we are safe in the truck, then you can kiss the baby’s tummy.” Mate spoke.

  “And, as a token of appreciation for you pulling us up and all, I can also kiss your tummy!”

  APOCALILY

  X

  THE ALMIGHTY LADY OF TOMORROW

  1st MOVEMENT

  “Why did you have to do that for?” said Ike.

  “You mean saving your life from that thing?” responded Ivy.

  “No! Breaking my guitar!”

  “I had to do it to save your life from that monster trying to eat you!”

  “But did you have to break it?”

  “I hit the skull of the freaking critter with it! I didn’t know it was going to break!”

  “You could have used the bass guitar!”

  “It’s too small. Besides, the guitar was all I had when that rotting bastard jumped you!”

  “It was my work tool.”

  “You get another one. And by the way, you’re very welcome!”

  “Yeah, you’re right, I’m sorry. Thanks for saving my hide. I didn’t deserve it.”

  “I know.” The girl opened a smile under the nose piercing. “And yet, I’d do it again anytime.”

  The man smiled too and slowed down the van.

  “It’s not your fault that zombie was such a hardhead.�
� Ike said.

  “Pretty much like you.” Ivy replied.

  Ike stretched his head toward the windshield.

  “I don’t see anything, only dust.” He said frustrated. “I don’t think we’re getting any closer to Condor City.”

  “Well, word is the city appears before you out of nothing. Big gates, big walls, can’t miss it.”

  “As far as I can see, there’s nothing for miles, only dead people.”

  “We’ll get there.”

  “I hope they have a music store in town, so I can get another guitar.”

  “They’ll have.”

  “Maybe they’ll take the broken guitar as down payment.”

  “I don’t think so, unless they don’t mind pieces of brain on the strings.”

  “We say it’s for style.”

  “Would you relax? Stop worrying about the damn guitar. It’s not like we’re getting any gigs in the near future, unless you like to play for a crowd of undead.”

  “Well, it’d surely beat our last gig.”

  They kept on going.

  “Let’s see if there’s something on the radio.” Ike suggested.

  “What can there possibly be on the radio now?”

  “I don’t know. That’s what I want to find out.”