Sorority Zombies in Space: Chapter One, Part One

My debut novella, Sorority Zombies in Space!, will be released on November 23. You can preorder a copy on Amazon or sign up to be an ARC reader to get a copy for free.

But in the meantime, here's Part 1 of the first chapter!

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Chapter One: The Doomed (Part One)

Todd wiped his sweaty palms against his khaki shorts and hoped Chad wouldn’t notice him acting like a beta bitch.

‟Ready to pop your ultimate party cherry?” Chad asked, checking himself out in the mirror above the pilot’s seat. He stylishly mussed his gelled blond hair and glanced at Todd’s lap, judgment radiating from his blue eyes.

Dammit. Todd stopped wiping his palms and tried to grin, but it felt like a grimace. Instead, he unwrapped a piece of chewing gum to tone his jaw and give his mouth something to do.

They sat in Chad’s `Vert—a gorgeous chrome bird that was the latest, fastest cruiser on the market—hovering above Phobos, one of Mars’ two moons. Roughly a hundred other ships of various sizes were already on the surface or in orbit around them. Most hailed from Mars U, some from Earth, but all were there for the next fifty-eight hours—a week on Phobos—to attend Todd’s first Doomed: the wildest party where a student could hope to get roofied.

Chad laughed. ‟The fuck you worried about? You’ve been to parties before, yeah? With Will?”

‟Yeah.” Chad’s favorite rap-rock anthems blared through the ship’s speakers, making it impossible for Todd to get a handle on his thoughts.

‟Then you got nothing to worry about.” Chad reached over and clapped him on the back. ‟Drink beer, smoke gem, bang hoes. Same deal.” He went back to grooming himself in the mirror, exaggerating his already pouty lips, and placing his signature backwards gravball cap so that it sat off-kilter.

No matter what Chad said, the party wouldn’t be the same without Todd’s brother.

A couple of years ago, when Billy—who preferred everyone but his kid brother to call him Will—was around, Todd would have rocked the party by finding a hot babe and a hot dude to hook up with, preferably at the same time, and getting shitfaced on various substances. He would have had a killer time while knowing his brother had his back. But things had changed.

Chad punched him on the shoulder. ‟I’ll hook you up with some sluts. Trust me. The Doomed will change your life.”

It was Chad’s fourth, and final, Doomed. Having known him for years, Todd didn’t expect him to babysit a frosh instead of getting some strange. Todd assumed he would be on his own.

The world seemed easier to handle when Billy was by his side.

‟So, you ready or what?” Chad’s voice had an edge to it.

Todd understood he had a role to play. ‟Yeah, dude, let’s fucking go.” He popped the collar of his baby blue polo shirt and fist-pumped the air. ‟Gonna get laid!”

‟Fuck yeah! That’s my boy!”

Chad pressed the panel in front of him, activating the autopilot, and directed the ship to park. They descended onto the potato-shaped moon, which was a bustle of activity with ships ferrying students to the surface.

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Todd gawked at the crowd in the giant translucent dome that hosted the Doomed. He couldn’t see much through the haze of gem, but there was a dance floor in the dome’s center, and corridors peppering its circumference, leading to smaller, private domes for sleeping and sex. Once they settled in, Chad predictably wandered off as soon as a set of perky tits walked his way, leaving Todd standing dumb and alone. Judging by the way people stumbled and slurred their words, it was evident that most of the student body was already wasted.

That’s something I can do, at least. Todd grabbed a beer from one of the many coolers and chugged.

‟Yo! Noice.” A hand slapped Todd’s back, causing him to choke. Once he stopped coughing, Todd looked around to see Rick the Dick, another bro from Chad’s year.

‟Sup, Rick?” Todd tried not to stare. He always had to try not to stare when Rick was around, and not just because the guy was like a walking slab of concrete who cut massive armholes in all his shirts—even his polos—presumably to show off his rippling pecs. It was more that Todd didn’t know which eye to look at: the normal one, or the syntheye. It looked like a regular eye, but with a silver iris, flecked with black spots. Todd had heard Rick crowing about the syntheye’s built-in camera, perfect for recording babes without asking.

Looking away from Rick’s eye was weirder. He had synthmuscles implanted atop his already vast musculature, giving the impression of a smaller, but still `roided up, version of himself trying to burst out of his skin. That was nothing compared to the internal cybernetic organs he loved to brag about. Todd was thankful that those couldn’t be seen.

The only part Rick was adamant about keeping all-natural was his dick, because, as he said—often and loudly—you can’t improve on perfection. His moniker was earned twofold: by being the biggest dick on campus…and having the biggest dick on campus.

‟Dude! Please. Call me Rick the Dick. It sounds hella tight.”

Bruh, that will never happen.

‟How’s your first Doomed?” continued Rick. ‟Get your dick wet?”

‟Just got here,” Todd mumbled into his beer. ‟I came with Chad. You see him?”

‟Nah, my man’s probably already getting sucked off by some freshman. It’s like a tradition. Speaking of, I see some FINE-ASS PUSSY coming this way,” shouted Rick, cupping his hands over his mouth.

Todd took a step back, overwhelmed. He looked to see who Rick was talking about and cringed when he recognized the co-ed walking toward them.

‟Ziffany?”

‟Oh…hey…Todd, right?” The pretty brunette with startling green eyes and huge tits shot him a thin smile. ‟Who’s your idiot friend?”

Rick laughed. Loudly. ‟Oh, baby, don’t tell me you don’t know Rick the Dick.”

Todd wanted to die. He tried to catch Ziffany’s eye and share a Can you believe this idiot? look with her, but the twist of her mouth, giving her sexy, full lips, communicated more of an Oh, I didn’t realize you were an idiot too, vibe.

Ziffany was in Astronavigation 102 with Todd. He had spotted her almost instantly the first class. She was hard to miss: long legs that were always exhibited either by a sundress or tiny shorts, a hardbody that peeked out underneath the crop top she wore, and glossy, thick brown hair that fell just beneath her shoulders. Not to mention her eyes. They were a vivid, mesmerizing, almost unnatural green.

‟Told ya, man,” Rick continued, oblivious. ‟The Doomed never disappoints in terms of talent. This place is crawling with sluts.”

Ziffany gave Rick a cool once-over. ‟I’ll catch you later, yeah?” she said to Todd, and drifted off. Todd’s face grew warm.

Rick brayed with laughter. ‟What a bitch. You can do better than that, dude.”

‟Ah, thanks, bruh.” Todd looked around as he grabbed another beer, hoping to catch sight of anyone else he knew. The smell of gem hung heavily in the air, giving him a secondhand high. The speakers blared music, so that everyone had to shout like Rick the Dick to be heard. But most people weren’t bothering with talking. Drinks were handed over the crowd, spilled, chugged. Bongs and baggies passed around freely. Every second, more people were walking in, making the dome feel like an overcrowded fishbowl.

Out of the crowd, Chad reappeared, looking disheveled and intoxicated, with a chick on either arm. He clapped Todd on the back with a boisterous laugh. ‟Todd! Fuck, bro, you still standing in the same spot? What do we have to do to get you out of that shell?”

‟Maybe he’s a virgin.” One of the girls, a curly-haired redhead with heavy breasts, smiled brightly at Todd. ‟Are you a virgin, little freshy?”

The other girl giggled. Todd’s face burned. ‟No,” it sounded like a lie. He winced. ‟I’ve fucked chicks hotter than you.” He tried to replicate his brother’s cocky manner, but it was a poor imitation, even to his ears. He threw his beer can in an arc toward the nearest trash can. It missed. They all laughed at him—Chad, too.

‟Meet Zabrina,” Chad said, playfully nudging the one who had called Todd a virgin.

‟So exotic, baby. Sounds like a sexy zebra,” Rick shouted.

‟What’s a zebra?” She was still smirking at Todd. He looked away.

Rick leaned forward to force himself into Zabrina’s personal space. Chad tightened his grip around her waist.

‟It was, like, a really ancient, powerful horse,” Rick yelled. ‟Back before ships and shit existed. People rode horses to go places, and the zebra was the fastest.”

Todd looked at the girl hanging off Chad’s other arm. She was built thicker than Zabrina, with blonde, wavy hair and dimples that flashed whenever she giggled. She was cute. ‟What’s your name?” he asked.

She giggled again. ‟Zoey.”

The bros paused.

‟Bummer, dude,” said Rick the Dick. ‟Less exotic for sure.” But he moved closer, not-so-subtly elbowing Todd out of the way. ‟So, you married? You’ve got to be married.”

Zoey giggled again. ‟No, I’m not married.”

‟Nah, you’ve got to be married, girl.”

Chad stepped away from the girls to talk to Todd in an undertone. ‟You see the cans on the redhead? Damn, she is fine. Been making moves on her all semester, but this is the night we seal the deal. How you doing?”

‟Alright,” Todd sighed. ‟I haven’t gotten laid.”

‟Nobody’s gonna fuck you if you hang around all night with that sad-ass puppy dog look on your face. Buck the fuck up, my man. You’re at the Doomed! Go take what’s yours.” Chad turned his attention back to Zabrina. ‟So, baby, you gonna let me touch it?” he smirked.

Todd blinked rapidly. ‟I’ll catch you later, dude, yeah?” He nodded at Chad, then turned and left without waiting for an answer. Laughter erupted behind him.

Chad seemed to be at ease flirting with every girl there. Todd was awestruck, feeling a combination of admiration and envy. He considered giving up and going to chill in a quiet side room when someone caught his eye from across the dome.

Not particularly sexy, looked a little mousy for his taste, but at the moment, he didn’t care. It would be enough to tell the guys about. He fought his way through the crowd to reach her.

Be like Chad. Be like Billy. Just don’t be like you.

‟What’s your name?” he shouted in the girl’s ear.

‟Shelley! Nice to meet you.” Shelley winked, which made her ten times hotter.

‟Todd. Let’s dance.” Todd grabbed her soft hand and pulled her into the crowd.

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Thanks for reading! Part Two will be released next week.

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