by Stephens, L.
“Okay,” Sarah said skeptically. “If you need me, let me know. I’m right here.”
“Me, too,” Daryl said, nodding his head.
Lynne offered her best fake smile and turned back to look at Ryan.
“So, what do you want?” Lynne whispered, hatred growing in her eyes.
“Who says I want anything?” Ryan whispered out of a large smile.
“Fuck off, I know guys like you,” Lynne said, shaking her head. “You always want something.”
“Well, you’re right. I can think of something that I want,” Ryan said pressing his body into her. “And who knows? It could be beneficial, to both of us.”
“I got my fucking daughter here,” Lynne spat. “What do you want me to do? You want me to get on my knees right here and suck that little fucking cock of yours? Would that make you keep your ugly little mouth shut?”
“Well that’s a start,” Ryan said, licking his lips in anticipation. “What that mouth do, baby?”
“You fucking asshole,” Lynne whispered as she grabbed Ryan's belt and began fiddling with the buckle.
Ryan let out a breath and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. Lynne could see this was heaven for him and he was going to enjoy it. A tear rolled down her cheek as she realized her situation, how her life with all its ups and down had come to this, blowing a guy in front of her sleeping daughter, who she had drugged, so he wouldn’t tell everyone she had been bitten by a zombie.
“Yeah, you like that?” Lynne whispered in her best porn star voice. “You want me to touch your little dick, in front of everyone and my daughter?”
Lynne had hoped he would chicken out before her bluff turned into reality, but instead Ryan pushed his crotch forward. The outline of his erect dick was clearly visible through his pants.
“Not here,” Ryan said, nodding towards the other side of the building.
Lynne knew where he wanted to take her. It was the only secluded part of the roof, a small area behind where the entrance to the building was. It looked down on the alley and was the place everyone had been pissing all afternoon.
“Lead the way,” Ryan said with a wink. “Make it look convincing.”
Lynne exhaled. She was trapped, and no one would intervene if they saw her taking him to the only secluded spot on the rooftop. Well, Sarah might, but she really had only just met her.
“Fuck it,” Lynne mumbled as she confidently took Ryan by the wrist and led him away from everyone.
“Lynne,” Sarah called after her. “What are you doing?”
Lynne’s head snapped back to Sarah, her eyes were fierce and her mouth was sneering. Sarah showed her palms, trying to question her non-verbally, but it was too late. Lynne and Ryan had disappeared.
CHAPTER 107: STREET RAT
Getting out of the school was never going to be easy, but Jake didn’t think he would already be half way through the album playing in his ears before he had even made it to the exit, and worst of all, he didn’t think he would have used all of the bullets in the gun he had just found. He had tried to get thrifty with the bullets by shooting the zombies at the front of the horde, so they would fall and make those following close behind trip over, but seeing as he was trying to get past them, not stay in front of them, the idea was as limited as his bullets were. After getting past the majority of the undead that blocked him from leaving the school, the gun made the distinct click sound before the trigger went limp, and he knew he was out of bullets.
Jake had practically a full magazine in the gun in his left slash weaker hand, but he didn’t want to try using it, fearing the recoil would ultimately make him drop it. Even if it was empty, he didn’t want to lose the gun. He didn’t know what future hoard of ammunition he might come across, but he also didn’t want to come to a tragic end trying to swap hands mid sprint. He reluctantly threw the empty handgun at the nearest zombie and kept running. Once the gun with the bullets was safely in his strong hand, Jake knew he’d be done for if he didn’t adapt a new strategy. So, he decided he’d do what every dumb ass loser with less than half a brain would do, resort to what he had seen on TV.
He had seen a few zombie TV shows in his time, where the hero, short on bullets, had exploded the head of a zombie just by smashing it with the butt of the gun, so he spotted a zombie blocking his path and went for him. The old man’s white shirt was now a dark red, and he wore no pants, but strangely enough he reminded Jake of the dancing old guy from the Six Flags commercials. As Jake approached Zombie Mr. Six, he could see there was a big gap for him to run through, but he needed to get past him first. He increased his speed and scrunched up his face as he launched at him. The plan was to come down hard on Zombie Mr. Six’s noggin with the butt of the gun and just keep truckin’ down the street to what he hoped was relative safety. Everything was relative right now. Technically it was a relatively good day in L.A. except for the zombie apocalypse.
His launch into the air had been a tad premature. Jake hadn’t taken into account how slow Zombie Mr. Six was moving and landed a couple yards in front of him, with all the downward force he had accumulated from his jump gone. He took a couple half steps like he was doing the cha-cha and managed to get back into the rhythm of his original attack before he brought the gun down on Zombie Mr. Six’s darling old head. Time stood still, as if the Wachowski brothers slash siblings slash sisters had constructed a bullet time photography rig around Jake and pressed capture. Jake was frozen in time, the butt of the gun indented into the crown of Zombie Mr. Six’s head, but when the time went back to normal speed, the head didn’t explode like a watermelon at a Gallagher show. It held firm, and Jake and Zombie Mr. Six looked at each other awkwardly. Jake used his left hand with the gun to hold the zombie back. He was stringy and thin, but had a raw energy that made Jake struggle.
“Fuck me!” Jake said as he smashed the butt of the gun down on Zombie Mr. Six’s head again.
A little trickle of black blood oozed from the dent in the top of his head, but there was still no zombie kill number increasing at the bottom of the screen. It was fight or flight time for Jake, and he saw no other way. With the music blaring in his ears and more zombies heading his way, Jake knew he had to end this dance with Zombie Mr. Six before someone cut in and gave him the hickey of all hickeys, a Hallmark card that said: “You a zombie now, bitch!”
“Arrrrrrgghhhhhh!” Jake screamed as he started punishing Zombie Mr. Six’s skull with the butt of the gun.
The skull finally gave way, revealing a metal plate, and Jake beat it like the lid of a trashcan before the zombie’s head fell apart.
“Whoa!” Jake muttered as he wiped the blood and gore from his red right hand. “Thank you for your service!”
Zombie Mr. Six’s body collapsed to the ground, and Jake quickly admired his handy work before he shot the two zombies that had gotten too close for comfort, and he didn’t miss. They were only a few feet away after all. The gun shots were like a hot girl walking past a construction site; well, any girl walking past a construction site. Zombie heads turned and growls filled the air as Jake became their new distraction. The scattered crowd started to converge on him, and he knew it was time to leave. School was out for summer.
“Jesus, guys!” Jake yelled as he ran out the gates. “Can’t a guy just walk down the street without being harassed?”
@KillingJake I fucking hated school growing up, good to see nothing’s changed. #SchoolsOutForSummer #MeToo #MagicMountain #TelevisionIsALie #NickCave
CHAPTER 108: LIP SERVICE
I’m so disgusting, Lynne thought. That’s all I’ve ever been. Once again, here I am, on my knees. I’m so disgusting. That’s all I’ve ever been.
Tears rolled down Lynne’s cheeks as she unbuckled Ryan’s belt and unzipped his pants. He squirmed and groaned a little as Lynne pulled his shirt out. She found it was damp and she could feel globules of goo between her fingers. She hoped beyond hope he had cum already, but she knew her deal with the devil wouldn’t be that easy. Ho
lding her breath, she looked down and her eyes widened, instead of seeing his cock oozing with cum and deflating like a flat tire she saw something even more gruesome.
“What the fuck is that?” Lynne said, trying not to laugh.
“Oh, you know, a little something,” Ryan whispered, still keeping his eyes closed. “Why don’t you give it a little kiss?”
She could see he was like a kid at Christmas, home alone with the presents, and it wasn’t long before he peeked out of one eye to check what was going on, and Lynne’s face greeted him with a big smile. Her tears of sadness had instantly turned to tears of joy.
“No, I'm talking about that!” Lynne whispered, pointing down at Ryan’s crotch.
Ryan leaned forward and lifted up his shirt. His mouth opened, and Lynne could hear his throat clucking, trying to get traction as he tried to swallow. The skin from the stomach down, had an orangey-red tinge to it, like a burn victim. Pustules oozed a thick white puss all over his stomach and crotch. He was decaying and the epicenter was his dick.
“What the fuck?” Ryan whispered as he quickly tucked his shirt back into his pants and buckled the belt back up.
“Well looks like we have something in common,” Lynne said with a smile. “Something beneficial to both of us.”
Ryan turned white as a ghost, and his lips quivered. Sweat began beading on his bald head as the brutal reality set in. He tried to move away, but Lynne grabbed him by the belt again and pulled him close. She wiped the goo that was on her fingers onto his shirt and stood on her tippy toes, so she could bring her lips to his ear.
“Where you going, baby?” Lynne whispered in a sweet voice. “I thought you and me were going to have some fun?”
Ryan tried to turn and go, but Lynne used all her strength to keep him in place.
“Okay you fucking little toad, we’re even,” Lynne whispered with all sweetness gone from her voice. “You’re going to go over to the other side of the roof and keep your ugly mouth shut. You even look over at my daughter or me and I will blow the lid on both of us, just fucking try me!”
“Okay, okay. You win,” Ryan whispered meekly and scurried away.
Lynne knew this wasn’t a victory. It was nothing but a small reprieve in the weather before the storm set in. She took a moment to check her own wound. Her leg had progressed with infection a lot more than she had hoped, but there was something more frightening running through her mind. Ryan seemed like he didn’t even know he had been infected. It was possible that this whole outbreak could be airborne.
Back at the tent, Lynne ran her hands over Ava. There seemed to be no infection that she could see or feel but she was still scared. If it wasn’t fucked before, it was one hundred times more fucked now.
“Hey! What’s going on?” Sarah asked as she sat next to Lynne. “Is everything okay?”
Lynne stopped looking for infection on Ava and turned to look deep into Sarah’s eyes. She knew time had run out, but she needed to assess if this was truly the person that she was going to trust. She broke her stare and looked around the rooftop and came to the simple conclusion. She had zero choices but to confide in her new best friend.
“I know I only just met you a couple hours ago, but I need you to promise me something.” Lynne said earnestly. “There is something I haven’t told you, and it could change things drastically between us, so I’m hoping I can trust you.”
“What the hell is going on?” Sarah asked with concern on her face.
“You’ve got to get Ava out of here,” Lynne said quickly, trying not to burst into tears.
Lynne was on the verge of breakdown. Vocalizing everything that had been weighing her down was bringing a hell of a lot of emotion to the surface.
“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” Sarah said soothingly. “We aren't going anywhere.”
“Please,” Lynne whispered looking into Sarah’s eyes. “Please, just listen to me. You’ve got to get her to safety. Promise me!”
“What’s wrong? Just tell me. Is it that jerk?’ Sarah whispered, nodding her chin at Ryan. “Did he threaten you?”
“No, don’t worry about him, he’s harmless,” Lynne said, waving him off.
“I’ll help you look after her, I promise you that,” Sarah said as she put a comforting hand on Lynne’s shoulder. “We’ll do it together!”
Lynne closed her eyes as she gathered up her courage and lifted the material at the bottom of her leggings to show Sarah her hidden shame.
“I got bitten this morning,” Lynne said softly. “I didn’t think it was bad at the time so I didn’t tell you, but it’s getting worse.”
“Oh my god,” Sarah whispered.
Before it was a small bite with tiny red lines streaming from it, but now it was a deep black bruise that was surrounded by yellow-green skin.
“I’m so sorry,” Lynne whispered as she covered the wound again and grimaced with pain. “I should have told you.”
Sarah didn’t make a sound or retreat. She just put her hand on Lynne’s face and caressed her cheek with her thumb.
“I can't let Ava see me like one of those things,” Lynne said, her eyes pleading with Sarah. “You have to help me.”
“It’s not going to come to that,” Sarah whispered. “Maybe they have a cure for it already.”
“I'm serious!” Lynne said, holding back the tears. “Promise me!”
“Okay, okay, I promise you, I’ll look after Ava, but you’re going to help me too,” Sarah whispered sincerely. “But it doesn’t matter, so don’t worry. Help is coming, I know it! We'll worry about it after we’re safe, okay? Until then, just know, I’m going to help you.”
Tears streamed down Lynne’s face, and Sarah hugged her.
“We will get through this,” Sarah whispered in Lynne’s ear. “Together.”
Lynne looked over Sarah’s shoulder at Ava. If being the daughter of a porn star wasn’t a big enough hill to climb, being the daughter of a porn star zombie was going to be like climbing Everest.
CHAPTER 109: DEAD MAN WALKING
Ryan took a big snort of coke straight from the bullet. There wasn’t much left so he took extra care to get the last of it out and into his sinus cavity. After he had inhaled all the remaining loose powder, he popped the bullet into his mouth and sucked on it until his lips and tongue were numb and then sucked on it some more. His heart had already been racing prior to the administration of narcotics, so with the extra bit of help, it reached hummingbird levels and it felt like it would burst out of his chest, but he welcomed the possible heart attack, anything to keep his mind off the onset of zombie-itis.
As sweat poured from his head and neck he remembered all the times he had rolled the dice and fucked some craigslist hooker without a condom. He snickered at all the extra dollars he had paid not to use protection with random prostitutes because it had turned out to be money well spent. The herpes, HIV, syphilis and hepatitis he might have didn’t mean shit right now. By no means was he happy, though. He was coming to terms with what he had done. Regardless if she was a zombie or not, he had unwittingly raped Jessica Raven and had contracted the zombie virus. The putrid smell that had emanated from her pussy when he stuck his dick in it should have been warning enough, but in reality, the clear and constant non-sexual wall Jessica had put between them, during all their interactions should have been reason enough to know there was something wrong. He had seen too many movies where the nerdy best friend had finally made his love interest fall in love with him, but he wasn’t the nerdy best friend; he was the pimp, the disgusting lowlife asshole, the villain. Once again, his desperation and lust had gotten the best of him.
The laxative that the coke had been cut with made him want to shit, but he wasn’t going to hang his ass over the side of the building like the girls had been doing all afternoon. They wouldn’t have given him any of their toilet paper Lynne kept in her handbag anyway, he surmised. The itching in his crotch hadn’t stopped, but he could still feel his dick, so he decided pissing and a nice w
et fart would ease his stomach cramps, and he wandered over to the secluded rooftop toilet. When Ryan pulled out his cock, he was surprised and pleased to find his dick was still in pristine condition. It was just the rest of his body that was rotting away. The piss flowed freely, and it didn’t hurt. He had been waiting for the chlamydia-type burning sensation that he had felt many times before, but it never came. His balls itched and his torso was a couple degrees away from catching on fire, but his dick was still working. He may have been a rapist, a scumbag and a giant piece of human shit but he was still able to get hard, and he was still able to fuck.
It wasn’t the time or place, but it wasn’t long before Ryan was feverishly pumping away at his erect dick. He could smell Lynne and Sarah’s piss; Daryl’s and Ava’s were mixed in there too, but he swore he could define Lynne and Sarah’s. Jill was the only one who hadn’t used the rooftop toilet, but of course Ryan threw in thoughts of touching her tit earlier into the mix. With all the sick thoughts and smells, it wasn’t long before he grunted and shot a thick yellow and red load into the alley below. He smiled and nodded his head. Even though he was at death’s door he still could perform and that was everything to him, so he reveled in the moment until the smell that came from his cock reminded him of Jessica Raven, and he flicked off the remaining cum slash pus and put his dick away in shame.
Ryan walked back into view with a new sense of purpose. He had a death sentence but he was still alive, and he was going to make the most of it. He took a quick glance at Lynne and bared his teeth. She had forgotten about the threat from him. That would be her last mistake, he thought. For all his misdeeds he had never raped a woman before. Well, his casting couch was basically a rape factory, but in his definition of rape his conscious was clear, until that morning. Now, the realization he had raped Jessica Raven, even if he had no idea she was a zombie, had changed everything. The casting couch girls were willing to an extent, sure, but his promises and position of assumed power had let him prey on their weaknesses and insecurities. He had drugged one, but she had ended up throwing up all over him before he could get her home, so to him, that didn’t count. Either way, he’d be remembered as a rapist and a sex pest, and nothing he could do in the small amount of time he had left could change that. Anger was rising in Ryan. He was a desperate man now, and if it wasn’t for Daryl, he would have taken out his anger and lust on Lynne. He was one hundred percent sure of that. His true self was coming out, the real person he was had turned up for his final appearance.
