Life Among the Dead (Book 4): The End Read Online Free

bullshit!”
    “Your overzealous aggression!” he pointedly says. “The injuries!”
    “That’s derby!” she counters.
    “Not this derby. The decision’s been made. There’s nothing you can do.”
    Rocky Roadkill lives for the brawl, now it’s being taken from her. She already feels as if a piece of her is missing. “Fine,” she numbly accepts her fate.
    “I’m sorry it has…”
    “Get the fuck outta here!”
    From a bone jarring slam of the door, Rocky heads to the room’s mini-fridge for her bottle of booze. She downs the remains, unable to believe that her benching has only to do with her actions tonight. She thinks it has to be with their winning, a conspiracy to give these centerfold cunts a fighting chance. They all but told her to take a dive tonight, now they are handicapping Man’s Ruin. She can’t fight the decision, if she tries they’ll just boot her whole team, they need this. She’ll have to find a new player and watch from the sidelines, she’ll just have to accept it.
    A bottle shattering against the wall startles Killer B. She looks to Rocky where she seethes. “You all right, Rocky?”
    “Peachy,” she answers unconvincingly. “I gotta shower. Be a lamb and get me another bottle.” Rocky locks herself in the bathroom, where most may cry she refuses to give them that power. She resolves to train her girls even harder, to be ruthless like her. It’s survival of the fittest , she tells herself. We’re still gonna be great!

5
     
    Not a creature is stirring, not even a mouse . The streets of Breckinridge should be silent, instead sirens can be heard. A man in a red suit drops his bell into his charity kettle and calls it a night. He’s been working hard for a good cause and it’s time to retire, but not before a drink.
    He feels something in the air, something odd. For a Sunday there are an awful lot of ambulances and police cars wailing in the night.
    “Evening, Santa,” the night clerk of the Hammond Suites greets the familiar visitor and receives only a mittened wave as a response.
    This time of year Santa avoids his usual haunts when dressed as he is. He heads for the bar knowing he won’t see anyone that may recognize him.
    “Usual, Santa?” the bartender asks.
    “…so, I came here for a girl, only to meet a different girl…” a young man prattles to the barkeep. “I mean, she is much different… she knows her.”
    The youth has pointed out a blonde that leans on the far end of the bar. Like a deer caught in the headlights, she can only stare wide-eyed. She’s arrived at the wrong moment. “Bottle of vodka, please,” she recovers, just wanting to get back to her room as soon as possible.
    “You girls are going to drink me out of business,” the bartender jokes. “Any particular brand?”
    “Nope, whatever you have.”
    The blonde avoids the young man’s gaze while she waits for the bartender to retrieve a brand new bottle from the back. It’s no use, he’s closing in on her.
    “KB, did Rocky mention me at all?” he asks, his voice thick with hope.
    “No,” Killer B quickly breaks the news. “But, I never ask for details.”
    “I left her my number,” he explains. “She’ll call, right?”
    “No. She’ll never call you, sweetie.” To her teammates, Killer B is a saint. She puts up with Rocky’s behavior and takes care of her like a mother tends to a child.
    “Really? It seemed like we had hit it off very, very well.”
    “I’m sure you did,” Killer B tries to ease the ego of the man Rocky will refer to as Mr. Breckinridge for the next few days. She’s done this before, in countless cities, for countless men that become enamored by Rocky’s aggressive sexual nature. “But, what you had is all it will ever be. Rocky isn’t the sort to… she had fun, don’t get me wrong. I know she enjoyed herself, but that’s all it was for her.”
    She tried to break it as gently as possible, yet she watches the young man’s heart break. His