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I took a deep breath, then charged toward the undead, my ax swinging. One, two, three, four. I pushed my last kill into the remaining six, causing them to tumble backward. Their rotting arms and legs became tangled as they tried to stand up.

They never made it to their feet. I brought my ax down on each of their heads before they got the chance.

Satisfied with a job well done, I cleaned my ax and walked the perimeter of my property, keeping an eye out for additional stragglers. Once I was certain the coast was clear, I typed a quick message on my wrist comm to Russ—my weird-as-fuck neighbor who cleared properties of the undead for a living. I paid him a fair price for his services and so did many other locals. He replied almost instantly, and I breathed a sigh of relief knowing that the next time I came to the surface, today’s kills would be gone.

I entered the farmhouse and headed for the living room, eager to take a long shower before crawling into bed with my sweet babygirl. But I froze when I noticed the rug pushed aside, revealing the door of the bunker. A noise in the next room caught my attention, and shock resounded through me when I peered into the kitchen.

Meg stood on a chair that was pushed up to the counter, clutching Possum Bob in one arm, while she searched through one of the higher cabinets.

My surprise quickly turned to a mix of anger and disappointment. I didn’t know how in the hell she’d escaped the bunker, but I would make sure it never happened again.

I crept closer and put a steadying hand on the chair, ready to catch her if she fell. “Babygirl, just what do you think you’re doing?”

She gasped and turned to face me, a box of cookies in her hand. “Daddy!” Her eyes widened, and she appeared instantly apologetic. “Did you really take care of all those mean zombies already?”

“Of course I did,” I replied.

Her eyebrows shot up. “Are you sure, Daddy?”

“Yes, I’m sure. Now, I want to know how you cracked my secret code, and furthermore, I want to know what in the heck you?—”

Faster than the speed of light, Meg produced a knife from behind Possum Bob, pushed me to the side, and hurled the blade through the air. There was a whoosh followed by a heavy thud.

I spun around and looked at the body on the floor, stunned as I stared at the huge zombie I’d somehow missed. Must be a smart one too if it had followed me inside. The dumb ones couldn’t turn a doorknob or open a window.

“Well, Daddy,” Meg said as she opened the box of cookies, “it wasn’t hard to crack your code. You talk in your sleep a lot and say it almost every night.”

She bit into a cookie, chewed vigorously, and swallowed.

I glared.

“As for what the heck I’m doing up here,” she continued, “I woke up and couldn’t find you, so I looked at the screens and saw you were out killing zombies. Then I remembered we had cookies up here that we forgot to bring to the bunker, so I figured I’d get them quickly before you got back. But I have absolutely no regrets for breaking the rules because thanks to me being naughty I just saved your life.” She grinned. “You’re welcome, Daddy.”

She giggled and shoved a cookie into my mouth.

Chapter 11

MEG

It was well past midnight, and I sat on the couch in the bunker as I munched on the stale cookies I’d found. Daddy entered the room and immediately came to loom over me. He crossed his muscular arms over his chest and glared.

Freshly showered, he wore nothing but a pair of shorts, and his sexy-as-fuck body was driving me wild with need. I set the cookies aside and gave him my full attention, knowing that he meant to lecture me.

I supposed I had broken his rules, but I doubted he would stay mad at me for long. I gave him my most innocent look as I hugged Possum Bob to my chest, even though I didn’t feel particularly sorry about my misbehavior.

“Young lady, why didn’t you tell me that I was uttering the secret code in my sleep?”

“Oh, Daddy, please don’t be grumpy with me.” I batted my eyelashes and gave him a coy smile. “I didn’t want to tell you because I didn’t want you changing the code. I like knowing it. I really thought I would be able to grab the cookies and come back down here before you returned. But like I said earlier, I have no regrets. If it wasn’t for me, you’d be zombie food right now.”

He sighed and settled next to me on the couch, pulling me into his arms. I leaned against him and idly stroked his beard. A couple of minutes went by with no words passing between us, and I could sense Daddy was deep in thought.

He ruffled my hair and pressed a kiss to my cheek, and when I drew back to peer into his eyes, my heart quickened at the warmth in his gaze. “I suppose it would make me a big jerk if I spanked you after you saved my life.”

I nodded with enthusiasm. “Oh yes, Daddy, it would make you a super-duper mega jerk if you did that. In fact, I think I should get a reward of some sort.”

“A reward?” His eyes danced with humor. “What kind of reward?”

“The brand-new throwing knives you gave me are nice and all, but I would like an ax of my own. You can teach me how to do that crazy ax-swing you do.”

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