Chapter 46

“Goddess,” wailed Ginger. “You’ve returned!”

“Speak to us, Goddess!” loudly moaned Kit.

Luckily, Blondella’s cigarette-infused, boozy she-voice wasn’t all that difficult to mimic. Besides, with no other sounds to drown me out, I didn’t need to speak all that loudly. “Traitors,” was all I said, that and no more. Plant the seed of doubt, I thought to myself. Plant it and watch it grow.

After that, the zombies started pouring in on all sides, from behind the gate and in front, from east to west, the aroma of human, of breakfast, carried on the wind. The queens had little choice but to retreat back to the ferry, to remove the attaching plank and to wait for me, the real me, not the gussied up me, to return to the ship, all while the zombies kept on coming. Soon, the entire pier was teeming with them. But it wasn’t to the undead that the queens stared. Nope, it was to me: the star attraction—and about damned time.