“You sure about this?” Mark asked.
Alec nodded, “I don’t think we have a choice.”
The raindrops were almost loud enough to drown out the sound of the zombies massed outside the arsenal. It had been a little over a week since the hungry dead had descended upon the hopeless souls gathered outside the facility’s secured walls. The soldiers stationed on the walls opened fire on the legions of zombies trying to drive them back but once they realized there was no stemming the tide they opened fired in the trapped human beings below them. Some said doing so was a mercy, others thought it was just because the soldiers couldn’t bear the screams.
“Well, if you’re going to do something,” Tony said, “I suggest you do it.”
Tony was a Liberal Arts major and in a way he had found the collapse of civilization to be a bit of a relief; now he didn’t have to worry about that pesky dissertation anymore.
Most of the arsenal’s refugees had expected the monsters to leave after they had eaten their fill but somehow the zombies knew there was fresh meat nearby and they stayed, wandering about or clawing at the walls, and groaning all the while.
“Well?” Harry asked.
Mark rolled his d20’s contemplatively in his hands, “Give me a second. I don’t want to get the rest of the party killed.”
“The more you live, the faster you will die,” the younger man sitting to the right of the Dungeon Master said. All anyone knew about him was that his name was Ken, he was from Japan and while he understood everything that was said to him his only replies came in the form of 80’s song lyrics spoken in perfect English.
“Ugh,” the tall, lanky man sitting beside Ken groaned. He was Pete and he was also in the military. He was one of the thousands of National Guard troops activated to deal with the crisis.
Finally Mark made his decision and said, “I cast Magic Missile.”
He rolled the dice, the results were embarrassing.
“Oh I knew it!” Tony said, “I told him it wouldn’t work!”
“Alright, I’ve got something to say,” Ken commented, “it’s better to burn out than fade away.”
“He’s got a point there,” Alec agreed.
Pete just rolled his eyes, “Sheesh.”
There was a knock at the motor pool door. Harry closed his copy of The Dungeon Master’s Guide, “That would be the evening’s entertainment.”
“I thought the game was the entertainment?” Mark said.
Alec clasped his hands together and rubbed them, “Tonight is something a little special.”
“Special?” Tony said, “I do hope its not another player. My cleric isn’t getting enough face time as it is.”
Harry unlocked the side door to the motor pool and ushered the four women in mini-skirts inside. “Ladies...” he said.
“Ooooo,” Pete shifted gleefully in his seat.
These weren’t just women to Mark, they were ‘hot chicks’ which was another way of saying they were the kind of women he wouldn’t dare to talk to. There were two leggy bleached blondes, a slightly cross eyed redhead and the fourth woman’s skin was so black it was almost purple, she was so busty that her bust couldn’t possibly be real.
Tony asked, “What are they doing here?”
“We’re here for the party,” one of them said.
“Yes the party,” Alec elbowed Tony in the ribs with bruising force.
All four women had done their best to make themselves look sexy but thanks to water rationing there was no way they couldn’t look a little grimy.
But to Mark’s eyes that made them look even hotter.
“Girls, girls, girls,” Ken was grinning from ear to ear, “long legs and burgundy lips.”
Harry laid his Dungeon Master’s screen flat and pulled out a bag of white powder, “I let it slip to Candy here that I have access to all the confiscated contraband.”
The cross-eyed redhead smiled, “Hi, I’m Candy.”
“Of course you are,” Alec waggled his eyebrows.
“The ladies used to work over at the Silver Dollar,” Harry laid out a quartet of sloppy lines of white powder across the back of his cardboard folder of D&D charts and tables, “you guys know that place right?”
“Only by reputation,” Mark said; and that reputation was the most raided strip club in Albany. He’d always wanted to go but never had the nerve, or the cash.
The ladies bent over the table and started snorting. When she reached the end of her line one of the blondes threw her head back and said, “Oh yeah... good stuff...”
Harry nodded in agreement, “Just like Mom used to make.”
Everyone laughed at that, especially Alec and Harry because they were the only ones that knew the white powder was mostly Enfamil.
With that done the ladies began to mingle, the black woman sat on Mark’s lap. He quivered as he spoke, “Uh... Uh... ...Uhum?”
“Relax,” Alec said, “one good turn deserves another. Take your turn buddy.”
“My name’s Egypt,” the black woman’s voice was smoky, “what’s yours?”
“Mark... my name’s Mark,” whenever he inhaled, his nostrils were filled with the odor of expensive perfume and B.O.. She was running her fingers through his hair and not letting him break eye contact. He asked, “...what are you gonna do?”
Smiling her gold-toothed smile Egypt leaned in and whispered into his ear exactly what she was going to do to him. She went into explicit detail.
And when she was done Mark just had to shout, “Yippee!”