Tango Zombies Chapter Three

                To Zach’s surprise, Mama Luigi and Little Carla were his best seductresses. They didn’t look the part, he thought, as he watched the pair disappear up the stairwell from the back entrance to Conshohoken Apartments, an upscale assisted living facility near the Germantown section of Philadelphia. From his angle, looking up, she was not a pleasant sight to see, her thick hairy legs and large feet, exposed beneath her knee-length white skirt with large red roses, pounding up the stairwell. Carlotta climbed like a spider and he could barely see her next to Mama Luigi.

               On their first mission together, Zach and his zombie army approached their victim near the park at Rittenhouse Square, in downtown Philadelphia. When the two women broke ranks and began to cast their spell on the old man seated on a park bench, smoking a cigar, he thought for sure the former commander of the Argentine right-wing militia would make a hasty retreat when he saw the large moustached woman, and her side-kick, swagger towards him.

               With out a word, they placed themselves on either side of him and began stroking his arms or curling their own hair with their fingers, playfully. The old man couldn’t take his eyes off of Mama Luigi and those were the parts of him she preferred. That’s not all she would eat, she had the most ravenous of appetites of all the zombie horde, whose exact numbers he could not quite ascertain but guessed they neared fifty or sixty in strength.

               They never would have found this last general if it weren’t for him, with a little help, also, from Angelina and her access to the University of Pennsylvania’s library and professors, who gladly provided info on the remaining victim. The zombies were not capable of bribing the front desk nurse or concocting a story about a surprise birthday party being thrown in the general’s honor.

               Fifteen minutes later, he saw Little Carla’s tiny frame, clad in a black ankle-length dress, emerge from the darkness, her right-hand towing an old man’s hand, who also appeared from the black in the arms of Mama Luigi. To Zach, the octogenarian seemed more than pleased with his female escorts as he allowed them to walk him out of the building and into the white van Zach had waiting to drive them back to the warehouse.

               An hour later, after General Jorge Javier Paragone’s cries of disbelief and horror, just before he lost his lips and tongue to his zombie hosts, the Zombie King watched his troops dismember the last of the men responsible for thousands of kidnappings and killings of Argentine citizens. He saw Mama Luigi stick her large fist inside the general’s torso and, after a few twists, it reappeared with the old man’s heart. Zach laughed because he just remembered that it was Valentine’s Day.