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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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Episode Thirteen: The Need for Water

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Saturday morning, 11:00 am

Georgia, Lorna, Angelina and Britney raced from the dining hall porch over to a bush, just a short distance away that stood between two trees.  It had a rather thick covering of jagged thorns all around it.  

“Are you alright, Britney?” Georgia asked, directing them to the back of the bush where a small opening allowed them to crawl inside it.

Britney crawled in, seeing the Eclectics huddled inside it already.  Everyone was shaking like a leaf, but none worse that Brook.

“Britney.  Britney?  BRITNEY!” Georgia shouted, getting Britney’s attention.  “Are you alright?”

“I’m okay.  But Chloe isn’t,” Britney said, snapping back to the moment.  “And you were right, Georgia.  These … things can’t be killed by stabbing them in the head.”

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Episode Twelve: Taking a Stab at It

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Saturday morning, 10:45 am

Still leaning back on the kitchen door, Britney didn’t move a muscle – hearing several of the waddling dead beginning to totter into the dining hall behind that kitchen door.  They grunted and groaned and made lots of disgusting noises that sounded as hideous as they looked.  But Britney’s frozen position wasn’t primarily because of them.  It was more so because of the zombie girl in the kitchen at that very moment.

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Episode Eleven: “Braking” and Entering

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Saturday morning, 10:30 am

The seven Eclectics sprinted towards the dining hall, Britney leading the way and swinging her wooden club like she was Conan the Barbarian.  Her first few strikes were to the three zombie bitches on the ground that she had paralyzed a few minutes ago.  They were still dead, but they wouldn’t be waddling anymore.

The group stayed close behind her, Angelina having scooped up Brook and carried her since Brook was shorter than everyone else and wouldn’t have been able to run as fast.  Clearing a pathway, Britney took out another six waddlers, breaking knee caps and trying to kill with more blows to the head – to no success.

“I’m telling you, Britney.  We need things like knives,” Lorna shouted as they drew nearer to the dining hall.  “You’ve got to stab through their skulls to kill them.  It’s the only way!”

“Shut up, Lorna!” Georgia said with heavy breathing as they all got to the dining hall and stopped to catch their breaths.  “That’s what they say to do in a TV show!  It doesn’t mean it works.”

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Episode Ten: Nothing to Wear

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Saturday morning, 10:15 am

The cabin door opened.  Georgia, Iris and Rebecca carried Yara’s body over to the bed in the middle of the room.  Brook stood at the door and waited for the other three, watching them battle the advancing waddlers.  Wrapping the sheet from that middle bed around Yara, Georgia instructed the girls to get all the bed sheets and blankets they could find in the cabin.  Iris and Rebecca moved quickly, grabbing anything they could find and helping Georgia wrap Yara up until the lifeless girl looked like a mummy.

“Is this gonna help?” Iris asked, still quite shaken from the whole ordeal in the dining hall as well as seeing Yara in an unresponsive state.

“I hope so,” Georgia said, looking around the small cabin and then over to the bathroom.  “Here, help me carry her over to the bathroom.  There are heaters in there that come out of the floor.”
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Episode Nine: Chloe’s Sacrifice

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Saturday morning, 10 am

The waddling dead closed in on the surviving baby sisters and their sorority leaders.  The living outnumbered the dead by two to one, but it didn’t appear to matter.  All it took was one bite from these zombified waddlers and there would be no living at all. 

“Do you think this will help, Chloe?” Lorna the criminal justice major asked, holding up the sorority paddle that Loretta had used to spank the girls – having set it off in the corner of the room afterwards.

“Good girl,” Chloe said, praising Lorna for having thought ahead and grabbing the paddle when it was still possible to do so.  “Do I think it will help?  Hell, yes.  I think will help!”

“But is it gonna break if we swing it at them?” Lorna asked.  “I’ve taken self-defense classes, but it doesn’t mean I can hit home runs.”

Chloe took the paddle and looked at it, handing off the catatonic and bleeding Yara to Brook to hold up with Britney.  The paddle had a little weight to it, but not so much that it couldn’t be wielded with ease.

“I think Loretta told me this is a Devilish Design paddle,” Chloe said, then looking for the closest exit in the room as she cooked up a plan.  “And if that’s the case, then Hulk Hogan would have to swing this thing before it would break.”

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Episode Eight: The Eclectic Seven

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Saturday morning, 9:45 am

Ursula lunged and hit the center table in the dining hall, flipping it up and sending it flying towards the kitchen entrance.  Baby sisters who were nearby scattered in all directions – save for the one unlucky sweetheart who was too close to get away in time.  Ursula grabbed the girl’s ponytail, yanking her head back.  Scanning the room, Ursula saw dozens of further victims.  They backed up slowly, not believing what they were seeing and not knowing what to do.  Lowering her chin, Ursula glared them all down.  The baby sister in her grasp was sobbing, wanting to try to get away but also not wanting to be hurt by this creature that used to be Ursula.  Everyone watched as Ursula grabbed the girl’s right shoulder, yanking the girl’s head to the side and sinking her teeth into that area between the girl’s shoulder and neck.

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Episode Seven: Patient Zero

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Saturday morning, 9:30 am

As the rest of the group made it to the far end of the trail and headed back to main camp, Ursula struggled her way back to the entrance of the trail, her stomach cramp now having worsened and now including an area from her abdomen up to her sternum.  The dizziness had returned and her waddly steps were even more so as she collapsed to the ground.  At least she had made it back to the clearing with the well.  Crawling over to the well, she got up on her knees and placed her hands on the side of the well.  Pushing on it, she managed to get to her feet.

But when she stood up, she saw the bucket sitting on the top ledge of the well.  Turning and looking back in the direction she had just come from, she pieced together how Hillary must have poisoned her.  That had to be well water she drank from her baby bottle.  Hillary was the one who picked it up and brought it back to her after rejoining the group and extending a now-confirmed lie of apology.

Ursula didn’t believe the tall tale of the well water, but there didn’t seem to be any other explanation for her sudden sickness.  Her symptoms were not common ones when welcoming the arrival of her monthly visitor.  There was something very wrong with her and her condition was worsening very quickly.

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Episode Six: Don’t Drink the Water

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Saturday morning, 8:45 am

Crinkle.  Crinkle.  Crinkle.

The sounds of more than five dozen hips waddling along filled the air as everyone made their way over to the entrance of the nature trail.  Britney looked up at the canopy of leaves above and then all around the campground, marveling over how bright the daytime seemed there – given how pitch-black it got after dusk.

The group wandered down a skinny trail that got skinnier as they went into a thicker patch of trees.  Most of the baby sisters were pulling in their arms and shrinking up their shoulders in an attempt to not make contact with any of the bushes or leaves along the trail.  Britney lowered her chin, concentrating on not smiling too brightly behind her pacifier.  It was just that some of the girls were behaving with such tantrum responses, it was hard to not smile or laugh.

But getting into a clearing just ahead, the smiles and laughter came to a screeching halt.  In the middle of that clearing was a well, made of stone with a little wooden roof.  There was a pulley system attached to a metal bar, with a rope going down into the well that presumably was attached to a bucket.  Everyone gathered around the well, eyeing up what the little sign said next to it:  Don’t Drink The Water!!

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