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Episode Twenty-Nine:
The Kismet of A Gold Digger

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Sunday night, 9:30 pm

Landing right in front of Britney, Ursula threw a right-hand punch.  But Britney side-stepped the swing, slashing at the bicep and wrist of Ursula’s arm – though producing little to no blood.  Ursula punched again, Britney side-stepping again and slashing Ursula’s other arm, but again – little to no blood coming out.

Ursula unsuccessfully delivered several round house kicks, Britney dropping to the floor and then slashing the Achilles’ tendons at the back of Ursula’s ankles.  But the demi bitch showed no reaction of pain, not even when Britney stabbed the knife into Ursula’s left thigh – twisting it around and around and around.  Though Britney’s kneel gave her a bird’s eye view of further kicks from her opponent, it didn’t afford her the vision to see the punch coming from Ursula’s left fist.

Connecting with Britney’s sternum, Ursula punched her so hard that the Eclectic went flying across the entire length of the dining hall to the other end.  Britney flew through the air the entire way until she slammed into the lower front panel of the piano at the far end with her left shoulder lead.

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Episode Twenty-Eight: Karma For A Backstabber

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Sunday night, 9:15 pm

From behind the kitchen service window, Britney watched the battle of Hillary and Ursula as she dipped Ursula’s baby bottle in the bucket of diluted pee water, filling it and screwing the nipple cap back on it.

Ursula and Hillary were still grappling with each other, each having taken a turn throwing the other one across the dining hall.  And it seemed neither of them had the advantage.  Their strengths were equal.  Britney couldn’t really decide which one of them she liked less.  But she clearly knew which one she wanted to see win this fight … Ursula, hands down.  Britney knew how to defeat Hillary.  And all it would take was a little pee water.  But then again, Hillary had consumed the well water too and maybe she was now indestructible.  Either way, killing Hillary wouldn’t fix the zombie problem.

Ursula had to win.  It was that simple.  And if Ursula didn’t win, Britney was as good as dead.  And though how to kill Ursula was still the ultimate mystery, it was the only chance anyone had of making it to Monday morning.

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Episode Twenty-Seven: Do or Die

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Sunday evening, 9:00 pm

Britney dragged Hillary into the dining hall by the hair, Ursula following behind them.  Angelina ran up onto the side porch of the dining hall, Georgia following behind her.  The side porch of the dining hall wrapped around three sides of the building, the fourth side being the attached kitchen.  And with that bucket of diluted pee water in hand, Angelina took off in a sprint – pouring a line of pee water around the wrapping side porch and thusly forming a barrier between the dining hall and the waddling dead.

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Episode Twenty-Six: Do or Die

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Sunday evening, 8:30 pm

All that was left of the living was Georgia, Angelina and Britney, save for Rebecca and Brook in the canoe on the back lake.  But they were out of commission and couldn’t help.  So, the fate of everyone at that campground rested on the shoulders of three.

Britney walked out from around the back of the pool house, making such noise that anything, dead or alive, would hear her.  She moved in the direction of the dining hall, taking very slow steps.  She wasn’t waddling, since they were out of diapers.  But she kept her pace very slow, so as to draw the waddling dead out.  In order for this plan to work, she needed to draw as many of zombies out as possible.  And it was essential that Hillary was among them.  Without Hillary, all hope was lost.  And Britney would be as good as dead herself.

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Episode Twenty-Four: The Missing Piece

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Sunday afternoon, 4:30 pm

Hillary lunged at Britney and Britney stepped out of the way, back-handing her at the base of her neck with the wooden club.  Hillary hit the ground again, but stood back up without delay.  The trickles of rain turned to a downpour, so heavy that the trees of the woods couldn’t keep it out.  And as they stood facing each other, eyeing up their adversary like two Brahma bulls, lightning struck in the distance.

A sense of pride took Britney over and she became the aggressor.  It was no longer about self-defense.  That type of mentality would only lead to death.  Stepping forward, she swung the club – connecting with side of Hillary’s head and knocking her down.  Standing over her body, Britney swung the club again, this time cracking her jaw and dislocating it.  Hillary wouldn’t be biting anyone.

 Raising the club again, she delivered a blow to Hillary’s left temple and then another one to her jaw.  Hillary turned over onto her stomach, trying to crawl away.  But Britney brought the club down on the back of Hillary’s skull, flipping her back over and raising the club again to jab it down into her eyes.

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Episode Twenty-Three: Fortitude

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Sunday afternoon, 4:00 pm

Angelina eased Brook down onto a soft patch of grass, shaded by the leaves above.  And as the tapes at her hips were unfastened, Brook looked up at the treetops.  They hardly moved for the lack of any breeze that day so far, but they still allowed trickles of sunlight to leak down through.  Though there was nothing serene about their situation, there was a harmony Brook felt with the moment – everything seeming to move in slow-motion and allowing her frazzled mind to keep up with the gentle pace.  It was like a lullaby without words or music, but with all those things that made it so alluring.

“That’s a good girl,” Brook heard Angelina’s voice whisper as she lifted Brook’s legs up into the air – sliding the wet diaper away.

Britney kept a lookout, facing towards main camp and studying the movements of the waddlers in the distance.  There was a pattern to their movements, to their motivations.  And she could almost figure it out, if she could only get one step ahead of their thoughts.

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Episode Twenty-Two: When Followers Chase

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Sunday afternoon, 3:30 pm

The sweltering heat of the day had reached such a fevered temperature that it hurt to breathe.  Georgia, Lorna and Iris waddled along, each of their steps growing smaller and less productive than the ones before.  Carrying Rebecca on that makeshift stretcher didn’t make anything easier for them.

But Rebecca seemed to be holding up well, given her horrific circumstance.  She didn’t feel much pain at all, but also didn’t have much control of her movements.  So perhaps her neck wasn’t broken.  Maybe it was just a spinal injury or maybe there had been some sort of nerve damage.  There was no way Georgia could really tell.  She was a pre med student and was knowledgeable on a lot, but didn’t know everything.  Immobilizing Rebecca was far more important than a proper diagnosis, given where they were and where they would be until the following morning when help arrived.

They walked all over those woods, getting so lost at points that they had to stop to readjust their bearings.  They got so overheated that they stopped to rest in the shade, from time to time.  And all four of them were growing more and more dehydrated, the longer the day went.

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Episode Twenty-One: A Sense of Focus

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Sunday, noon

Georgia, Rebecca, Lorna and Iris had made no serious headway in finding the road out of that valley.  Walking around in presumable circles for what seemed like hours, they were also growing exhausted – the heat of the day getting warmer and fueling the tension. 

For spans of time, they followed Rebecca as she seemed to have endless determination in finding the road.  But then Rebecca would suddenly stop walking, too angry to continue looking.  Standing there, they would listen to Rebecca complain about Britney’s arrogance in leadership and how she had ruined everything.

“You know, if we had left this camp at the first sign of trouble, Yara wouldn’t be dead right now,” Rebecca said with a forked tongue.  “And Britney had the nerve to accuse Hillary of having killed people!”

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Episode Twenty: Bittersweet

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Sunday morning, 10:00 am

It was now mid-morning and it appeared all the waddling dead had stirred awake, but there was no telling or knowing if the zombies slept at night.  Sitting on a branch of a birch tree that was growing part-way up on a hillside, Brook had a bird’s eye view of the campground.  And from what she could see, the waddling dead had killed everyone.

There was no sign of Rebecca, Lorna, Iris and Georgia – the half of the Eclectics who broke away and stormed off.  There was also no sign of Hillary, Heather, Raquel, Denise and Eva – the Horde baby sisters from Orthica College who had joined forces with the Eclectics so suddenly and then left them in the same quick fashion.

Tears streamed down Brook’s face.  Yara was dead.  So many others were dead, too.  And, save for 12 baby sisters she knew of who were still okay, every other person on that campground was infected with this zombie virus.

They were cut off from the outside world.  Phone lines didn’t work.  There was no cell phone signal to be found anywhere on that property and it was a waiting game.  True, there was only 24 hours left before rescue.  But no matter where they hid, no matter where they ran and no matter what they did, the waddling dead found a way to get to them.  And it seemed these zombies somehow knew the closing window of time as well.  On top of everything, the temperature was already sweltering by 9 am.

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Episode Nineteen: Battle at Dawn

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Sunday morning, 8:30 am

Hillary and Britney took the final shift of standing guard, from 4 am until dawn light at 6.  But the camp seemed very quiet that morning with no sounds of any stirring at all on the outside.  There were no disgusting groans from the waddling dead, no screams of pain from the latest and current victims as they were eaten alive.  And for this reason, Hillary and Britney decided to let the group sleep.  There was still a full day ahead before their rescue on Monday morning.

This one-on-one time with Hillary also gave Britney a chance to collect a little more information that might prove useful.

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When I started writing The Waddling Dead, I envisioned what a sorority pledge might look like when turned into a zombie while wearing a diaper, a crop top with poofy short sleeves and high pigtails.

As with everything I write, the faces of the main characters are usually those of certain people I have met within the ABDL community.  But this time around, that wasn’t the case as I don’t know of any zombie BabyGirl in the community.

I was very touched when Chizabelle from FetLife drew this bit of fan art, doing an incredible job of following the description I gave of the zombies in the story.  So I wanted to take this opportunity to thank Chizabelle for being so thoughtful as to draw this.

The Waddling Dead can be read here: The Episode List

And also on The Waddling Dead Group on FetLife

Thank you, Chizabelle, for your wonderful zombie art and your kindness.

Blessings,

Zorro Daddy

Episode Eighteen: On the Other Side of a Long Blink

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Saturday evening, 8:30 pm

They took no time at all in turning that cabin inside out – locking the door and the windows, pushing the bunk beds up against the walls and pulling every supply they could find into the middle of the room. – just as dusk was beginning to darken into night time.

“Okay, just so you’re aware, I’m not putting another fucking diaper on!” Heather of the Horde said as Britney handed diapers out to everyone.  “Pissing on that banshee thing we held down in the field didn’t work.  She didn’t die.  So you can shove those diapers up your ass for all I care.”

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Episode Seventeen: The Ultimate Alpha Female

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Saturday evening, 8:00 pm

Brook poured a handful of the pain killers into her palm and downed them all at once, then chugging the entire bottle of water.

“Okay!” Angelina shouted, wrapping her arms more tightly around Brook while giving her a piggy-back ride.  “Whenever we stop running, Brook gets the first diaper!”

Brook snorted with laughter and then wrapped her arms around Angelina’s neck to keep from falling off.

“Angelina, you know Brook pees a little when she laughs, right?” Britney asked her.  “Jokes are not advisable when she’s on your back.”

“I’m not joking.  She gets the first diaper,” Angelina said, then laughing herself.  “Don’t you pee on me, Brook.”

The playful banter of the group may have seemed out of place, given that they were running away from a zombie horde that presumably number in the 30s or 40s.  But nothing normal had become the mode of operations and their mode of survival.  Having moments of laughter might well have been the only thing that kept any of them sane.

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Episode Sixteen: Misdirect

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Saturday evening, 7:00 pm

Britney gripped the back of her head, the blow having felt like it was delivered by a sledgehammer.  Though thankfully not bleeding, she would now need some of the pain killers she was to get for Brook.

Turning over onto her back, she squinted her eyes – trying to make out any features of the dark-shadowed figure who had just struck her.  She was ready for a battle and ready to kill that person, no matter what it took.  But the shadowy figure wasn’t advancing on her, simply standing back in the darkness and observing.  Britney more or less expected the battle to begin at this point.  And the delay seemed to have no explanation at all.  So instead of waiting for an explanation and potentially regretting her lack of haste, she took action.

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Episode Fifteen: Janie of the Jungle

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Saturday evening, 6:30 pm

“Okay, somebody make a list of things Britney is gonna need to get,” Lorna said to the others as she turned to face Britney.  “Alright, this is the craziest and stupidest idea in the world.  But if you’re gonna try to get from this tree back to our cabin with a whole contingent of zombies on your heels, let me show you a few ways to defend yourself.  These will especially come in handy in close quarters situation, like when inside a building … perhaps our cabin, for instance?”

“Lorna, nothing is going to attack me inside our cabin.  All the zombies are below us right now, aside from a few random wanders somewhere on this campground,” Britney reassured her.  “But if it will make you feel better, show me this self-defense stuff.”

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Episode Fourteen: The Secret Weapon

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Saturday evening, 6:00 pm

It had been hours since the Eclectics had climbed up into that red oak tree and at this point, not a single one of them could’ve even guessed what time it was.  But from the gathering of zombies at the base of that tree, it looked like they were going to lose sense of a lot more time before they could ever climb down.

The worst part of it all was the visual of Yara’s dead zombified body on the ground, being trampled all over by the other zombie waddlers who were reaching up towards the Eclectics from around the trunk of the tree.  Yara was their baby sister, one of the Eclectic Eight.  But now, she was gone.  Brook sat directly above Yara on an outstretching branch, weeping over her fallen friend below as Georgia tended to her right ankle.

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