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The Waddling Dead: Episode 30

Episode Thirty: Sleeping Dogs … For Now

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Sunday night, 9:45 pm

Britney heaved for air more deeply, her right hand gripping at her sternum as Angelina held her in her arms.  Angelina didn’t know what to do.  There was nothing she could do.  And for as much as she didn’t want to let Britney go, she knew she had to as Britney was now one of the waddling dead.  Or was she?

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The Waddling Dead: Episode 29

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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The Waddling Dead: Episode 28

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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The Waddling Dead: Episode 27

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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The Waddling Dead: Episode 26

Episode 26Episode 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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The Waddling Dead: Episode 25

Episode Twenty-Five: Mudslide

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Sunday afternoon, 5:30 pm

“Brit Brit!” Brook exclaimed as Britney walked into the pool house, everyone staring in shock at her muddy appearance as well as the wounds on her surfaces.

“Is Hillary finally dead?” Angelina asked, wetting a paper towel in the sink and trying to wipe Britney’s face with it.

“No, don’t!” Britney said, stepping back – everyone continuing to give her a united look of confusion.  “I have a lot to tell you, girls.”

Nothing was making accumulated sense to the Eclectics.  But there was an unspoken belief in that pool house that wasn’t unfamiliar to them.  They once again saw Britney as their leader.  Clearly, she had proven her role in the group, going so far as to put her own life in danger to protect the rest of her baby sisters.

Britney got a bottle of water from the one small backpack and began to drink from it.

“Okay, everybody get comfortable,” she said, beginning to pace back and forth in front of the Eclectics as they all took a seat. 

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The Waddling Dead: Episode 24

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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