Mail Horror Bride (One Nation Under Zombies Book 1) Read Online Free Page B

now, outside his house?
    She had to end it.
    She had to end the obsession. Yes, she knew she was obsessed. How else would she know this was his home? She’d stalked him on the internet. She’d never seen any pictures of his mail-order bride or discovered her name, both things she was thankful for, but she’d found out quite a bit about him. All the things he’d lied about.
    She laughed now. She’d actually thought he was the best man in the world, that he would never hurt her. She’d worried that she wasn’t worthy.
    The bastard had used her, plain and simple. Left her without a real goodbye. Well, she was done being forgotten. She was going to get her closure whether he liked it or not, whether he was dead or alive.
    She grabbed her knife, the biggest, sharpest one she’d had in her knife block at home, and exited the car, shutting the door as quietly as she could. She’d already run into a few of the zombies in the neighborhood. She’d felt no remorse whatsoever as she’d mowed them down, dragging their bodies until they finally separated from the car, figuring they all had come from Daniel’s mail-order bride. And if they hadn’t, well then they’d come from someone else’s Russian trash.
    Good riddance.
    Maura walked up the sidewalk, right to the front door. She looked at the empty flowerbeds, imagining the beautiful roses that would have been growing there if she’d been Daniel’s wife, if he’d chosen her over that green card slut.
    “I guess they don’t grow roses in Russia,” she muttered. “They don’t appreciate human life there so why the hell would they appreciate the beauty of a rose?”
    She knocked, the thought that she shouldn’t have to knock fueled her anger. This should be her house. She should have a key.
    No one answered the door, but she didn’t expect them to. She waited a few minutes to see if her knocking caused any commotion inside. When none came, she backed up, channeled her rage and kicked the door. She kicked it again, and again and again. Finally, it swung open.
    She stepped inside the ugliest living room she’d ever seen, but that wasn’t what stopped her in her tracks. It was the man sitting on the floor, propped against the wall, injured leg stretched out and gun pointed at her head.
    “Maura?”
    She stood still for a moment, surprised. She’d come for closure, yes, but hadn’t expected to find him like this. He was still himself, just a bit sweaty and his red-rimmed eyes didn’t look so great.
    “You mean you remember my name? What I look like?” she questioned once the surprise waned. “Impressive considering I’ve pretty much just been dead to you since you threw me away like trash.”
    “Why are you here?” He lowered the gun. “Am I hallucinating?”
    “No, unlike the skank you married, I’m completely genuine. All real.” She closed the door behind her, despite the bottom hinge being broken. Even minimal resistance was better than just leaving the door wide open for any zombified neighbors. “Where is she, by the way? Off munching on the locals? Enjoying the American cuisine?”
    “She’s dead. How’d you know where to find me?”
    “A lot of people are dead now. Being dead doesn’t really seem to stop their munchies. As for how I found you, you can pretty much find anything on the internet.” She looked around the living room. Everything was brown and orange. Two normally fine colors which were just hideous when thrown together in a living room. “You could have found decorating tips online. You really should have, or did she decorate the house? She was the lady of the house, right? Your wife?”
    “Your words,” he said, his breathing labored. “So much venom. Why?”
    “Why?” Maura’s voice elevated. “What do you expect of me, Daniel? Am I supposed to be nice and sweet as if you didn’t betray me? You left me for some stranger.”
    “We hadn’t been together in a year, Maura. I didn’t leave you for her.”
    “I wanted to