Page 50 of Midlife Demigod Unexpected

I looked down the hill at the zombies tumbling out of the cemetery. At least this would give us access to where they were keeping the rest of the coven.

Branson pulled me to the side, putting his hands on my shoulders as he looked into my eyes. “I need you to bring Mae back for me,” he said. “I’m trusting you. You’re the only demigod we have and when it comes to going up against demigods, the best thing to put against them is another demigod. I know you haven’t been one long, but by all means we need you to be one now. Can you do it?” He asked.

I glanced over to the side and saw Chloe watching. She had a look of pride on her face and a smile. I assumed from her expression she was positive I could do it. I wished I had her same confidence, but regardless, even if I didn’t have faith in my abilities, Chloe did. Hopefully that was going to be good enough for what we needed right now.

“OK, we’ve got this,” I said. “Chloe, you and I are going to go into the cemetery.”

“That’s what I figured,” Chloe said. She pulled out her gun.

“I don’t think those work on zombies,” I said, petting Carl, the zombie dog.

“No,” she agreed, reaching out to Antonio as he handed her a massive machete, “but they’ll slow them down long enough for me to cut their heads off. We got this.”

I wished I had half the confidence she showed, but I knew they were all relying on me to be my best demigod self, whatever that meant. Regardless, I was going to do it.

“What have you got for me?” I turned to Jag with a slight smile.

He pulled me forward in a kiss, holding me close apparently not caring who saw how he felt. “Come back to me,” he said.

“Oh, I will,” I said, grinning again. “I have unfinished business with you for sure.”

Within moments we were all at the front of The Estate. Branson had a complete arsenal in the back shed. He handed out weapons to everybody. The guys were armed and dangerous. Trina, and her children were also armed.

“Trina, you can’t go in there. We need someone to stay here,” I said, shaking my head as she brandished a large kitchen knife. “You’re not even fast enough to outrun a zombie if it comes after you.”

“I’m not old. I can take on some supernatural shithead that’s coming into my town to try to mess up my people,” Trina said.

“Whatever happened to my peace-loving frenemy?” I asked

“I ran into a demigod gone wild and a bunch of zombies who are trying to kill my town,” she said.

“You still can’t go into town,” I said.

“Try and stop me,” Trina said, waving the kitchen knife toward me.

I squinted at her.

“You realize you’re volunteering to fight the zombie apocalypse?” I asked.

“Do you realize I am a witch of great power ready to take on the world and protect my own?” Trina said. For a moment I stood there looking at her. My heart swelled with pride to the point the tears almost pricked my eyes.

“We’re a team,” I whispered, amazed that after all these years I was making peace with her.

“It’s settled then. We better go,” Chloe said, nodding at me. “I know it’s hard but standing here isn’t going to make it any easier.”

I nodded in agreement with everything she was saying. “It’s time to protect our town and save our people.”

The guys jumped in the back of Branson‘s and Antonio’s pickup trucks and headed down into town. I turned to Chloe. “I think we should go in the side gate.”

“Smart idea,” she said, her gaze momentarily going down the street to where Antonio had left with the guys.

“Don’t worry. You’ll see him again,” I said.

“I certainly hope so,” Chloe said. “Because if we don’t see each other again, it’ll mean one of us is dead.”

She resolutely started walking toward the cemetery.

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