Catholic Guilt and the Joy of Hating Men by Regan Wolfrom

you going to do to her?” Cadance asked.
    “Gary’s taking her,” Kathleen said. “Something about a trip to scenic Lake George.”
    Gary licked his goddamn lips again.
    “I really think you should just shoot me,” I said.
    “I won’t get into it,” she said. “Just trust me that I’ll be a lot happier if your corpse is weighted down at the bottom of a lake. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some macoutes to round up.” She turned back to Gary. “Put them in a cell. We need to count the corpses... there’d better be nine of them. Pouchon had better be there.”
    “Pouchon was nothing,” Gary said. “I’m sure he’s dead.”
    “You’ve always been too sure of things. I guess that’s how you lost your pharmacist license.”
    He bristled but didn’t reply.
    They brought us into the building.
    “The macoutes must still be in the yard,” Kathleen said. “I’m guessing you didn’t give any of them access cards?”
    “We forgot,” one of the gunmen said.
    “Dammit, Davis...”
    “Well you weren’t there.”
    She seemed surprised by the sharpness of his response.
    “I’m... I’m sorry,” he said. “I really am.”
    “Just open a cell,” she said.
    He did as she asked, holding the door open.
    “Come on, girls,” Kathleen said. “Time’s a wastin.”
    We walked inside.
    Davis closed the door.
    There was nothing we could do but wait.

    After about fifteen minutes, the door to the cell opened.
    We all stepped back.
    Arty appeared in the doorway.
    “Don’t worry,” he said in a whisper. “I’ll get you girls out.”
    He pulled out a small pocket knife and started cutting my cuffs.
    “Sorry about poking you with a cattle prod,” I said.
    “I’m over it. Actually, no... if we get out of here I’m probably going to want to poke you back.”
    I smiled. “I don’t think you meant that the way it sounded.”
    “We’ll see,” he said.
    Once the cuffs were all cut, he picked Julia up and threw her over his shoulder.
    “They’re still looking for Pouchon,” he said. “They can’t find his body and they’re worried.”
    “Why are they worried?” I asked.
    “They think he’s like her. That the macoutes can’t hurt him.”
    “Like they had a chance to kill him and they didn’t?”
    “Yeah, but I think there’s more to it.”
    He led us out of the building and out to the parking lot.
    “We’ll just have to keep walking,” he said. “Unless one of you girls knows how to hotwire a truck.”
    “They’ll catch up to us,” I said.
    “We’ll split up... head into the woods.”
    “Bad idea,” Cadance said. “There are still two missing zombies out there.”
    “There are dozens of zombies back there,” I said. “I’ll take the two.”
    “We should stick together,” Julia said from her perch. “Strength in numbers.”
    “I doubt that’ll help,” Cadance said.
    “It can’t hurt,” I said.
    We went into the forest, moving into single file through the beech and yellow birch. Sunrise was starting, which made finding our way a little easier.
    Cadance was in front while Arty and Julia brought up the rear.
    It was quiet, aside from some bird or other, and it didn’t feel like the kind of place you’d find a macoute lying in wait. It seemed like the kind of place you’d go on romantic walks with that guy you were sorta into, hoping he’d make up some lame excuse to brush up against your ass or something.
    I heard something crashing through the trees in front of us.
    Cadance veered to her left and started running.
    I stopped and motioned for everyone else to do the same.
    I saw the figures ahead of us. Two men moving quickly, their footsteps crunching on the undergrowth, moving after Cadance.
    They seemed too quick to be zombies.
    Cadance tripped.
    “Leave her,” sayra said to me. “She’s not worth it.”
    The footsteps stopped. I couldn’t see the men. I didn’t know why they weren’t moving.
    I heard Julia scream.
    I turned around.
    Two more men were behind