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that's as equally horrific!
This hop will be six days of horror and paranormal themed posts. From poems, to stories, to meet and greets to graphics, and of course there will also be lots of giveaways too!
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Day One Post
So, what am I bringing to this BLOG HOP? I'm bringing you a story. It's one I've been working on for a while, and I'm hoping to get it out as a novella later this year/early next year... at some point.
My calendar is a flaky bitch so don't commit me to any of this.
But I do love this story. It's dark and kinda really fucked up if I'm being honest.
All Good Things - Part One
All Good Things
The sound of the bullet hitting the zombie in its bloated stomach was quiet, almost non-existent from this distance. Just a soft thwack and then nothing. I looked through my scope, took aim
and shot at it again, watching its body barely react to the damage my bullets were doing to its
soft mush of internal organs. It kept on moving towards its food source; the petite young Asian woman trapped in her car.
She was still unconscious, and my lips curled in a sly grin as I
thought about the nasty surprise she would get when she woke up to teeth ripping her slender body apart.
“You done fuckin’ around, Andy?”
I looked away from the scope long enough to glare at Conrad. My lips pulled back over my
teeth as I smiled at him. But there was nothing nice about my smile. Or me for that matter. He shook his head and sat back down on the ground before letting out an angry breathe.
“You’re fucked in the head, you know that, right?” he muttered.
“Yeah, yeah.” I said, looking back through the scope again.
Conrad and I had been together for a couple of weeks now, and he was okay. A bit of a pussy
at times, no stomach for the sight of blood or gore, which, given the current situation of the world, was hilariously ironic.
The zombie had reached the back of the brown suburban, attracted by the hiss of the car’s
engine that was still wrapped around a lamp post. Conrad and I had been sleeping in an abandoned strip joint just off the main drag off Pacific highway. It was a little town full of self-appreciating assholes that had always thought they were better than me, but it was where I
had grown up, and for some ungodly known reason, I had never left. The funny thing was, all those fuckers were dead now, or at least undead, so I guessed I wasn’t the asshole after all.
The fat zombie with the receding hairline had reached the front of the car now, and my grin
grew as I watched it reach in through the driver’s window, grab a handful of the Asian woman’s hair and begin dragging her back out through the window. Obviously impatient for its mid-afternoon snack, it began chewing on her when she was barely halfway through. My blood
felt alive watching the horror unfold.
She awoke with a start, her hands hazily reaching around to grab hold of the thing that was
now chewing on her collarbone, and as teeth found flesh and the blood began to flow, she
began to scream. Loudly. So loudly she’d likely attract every dead man walking in a half mile radius. The more she screamed, the more it chewed. The more she fought the more it tore
into her. blood spraying out of her like a goddamned blood fountain.
It was like she was damn well serenading me with those screams.
“Do it, man, take her down.” Conrad pleaded next to me. But I ignored him, instead closing my eyes and letting her screams and the scent of blood hanging thickly in the air wash over me like the sickly sweet perfume my mother used to wear. “Do it. Just fucking do it!”
I squeezed my eyes even tighter closed, imagining what the woman down their must taste like,
her stringy flesh trapped between my teeth like dental floss, her blood gushing down my throat. I swallowed, feeling thirsty and desperate, hungry for something that I couldn’t describe.
Conrad placed a hand on my shoulder, shaking me from my reverie, and I opened my eyes
back up, seeing a dozen or so more zombies on their way towards the screaming woman. My smile grew bigger. I had no fucking clue how she was still screaming, all I could see was blood.
It seemed there was more on the outside of her than on the inside. Yet she was still fighting for life, clinging on with desperate fingers for something that was already over.
“Fucking’ kill her already, I can’t stand it. All that blood, man,” Conrad whimpered.
I turned to look at Conrad. He stood up, backing away from me, a look of pure disgust on his
face. I grinned, giving him my best horror film smile. The smile that my mother used to stay
could turn a heart to stone. I smiled and he continued to back away from. Really, I was surprised that he was acting so shocked. It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen me at my worst before. This? This
was a drop in the ocean of the things I liked, and he knew it.
I turned back to my gun, staring down the scope and lining the woman up in it. She was still
alive, but her eyes held that glazed over expression of someone on the verge of death. The verge of death and the verge of rebirth. I was jealous of her; jealous of the second life she was getting. The things that this dumb bitch would be able to do now, and all in the name of death.
I loved it.
I hated it.
I wanted it.
I was afraid of it.
I was desperate for deaths sweet embrace.
To kill and torture. To tear away skin from bone with my teeth.
I needed what she had so badly it made my pulse race and my mouth go dry. But I was a fucking baby; too scared to do what needed to be done to give me the ultimate freedom in this world,
and the next.
I squeezed the trigger just as her head twitched in the throes of turning, and my gut churned in both jealousy and satisfaction. I killed her for good, letting the horde of death walkers descend
on her body, tearing into it like angry wolves. Stupid bitch didn’t deserve the gift.
“Such a waste,” I heard Conrad mutter to himself.
I stood up, bored with the show now, and I turned to leave, almost stumbling in to him. He held
up his hands in mock defence, almost falling over on to his ass as he stepped to the side. My
gaze slid up him, a sneer on my face.
“This world ain’t all about pussy, man,” I said before walking away.
“Well it ain’t all about killing either!” he argued back.
I turned to face him again, my gun tight in my grip. “You sure about that?”
He shifted uneasily. I made him nervous—good. I made most people nervous. And that was just how I liked it. In a world that was less dog eat dog and more man eat man, I wanted people to be afraid of me.
I craved their fear.
I craved the violence.
I craved the death and destruction.
“I’m just saying that I could have had some fun with her first,” he muttered with a scowl.
I sneered. “You still can. Have at her.” I pointed to the bloody mess of destruction where the woman was and laughed darkly as Conrad shuddered.
“You’re fucked up.”
“As is this world now,” I replied and walked away.
He could keep his judgmental thoughts to himself, I had seen the fucked up things that he
liked to do.
copyright Claire C. Riley
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