“Hold up a second, there are no corpses walking around right now, so it’s safe outside. What could you possibly be doing that is so important?” Stew asks.
“I just don’t think anyone should be walking outside at any time of the day, so you should stay indoors. You’re holding my door up with your bat, do you mind?”
Ken steps in front of Stew and makes his way closer to my door.
“Slow down beautiful sister, this isn’t your home. Remember, this is everyone's home. The world we all once knew is gone, and we're all trying to survive out here. We are truly all in this thing together, and we want to see what you have inside because we need supplies as much as you do. We should all be working together. We should share everything. I’m sure you can give us something,” Ken says.
Ken is a clever little shit, and he’s the first one I want to kill since I don’t like smart asses. I have no idea where Norman is, and I wonder where Norman wandered off to. I feel so tense right now, but I have to play it smart, and I have to act as if nothing is up.
“Everything is cool. I just don’t see why you guys care so much about coming inside my house. I don't know you guys at all. There are dozens of unsearched houses surrounding you. I haven’t searched them yet, but I’m sure those houses have a lot of supplies. I can still spare some food since I have some canned food that you guys can take. I will go out after to search some houses. I just got here yesterday, and there’s not that much inside, but the big houses should have a lot of stuff that you can use.”
“Sounds like a plan. We are so down for that,” Stew says.
“Cool, let’s go!” I say.
“Wait a moment, and just slow down a second. We want to see what this house has inside first because it must be something special since you're living in it. Step aside beautiful sister, we want to see the inside,” Ken says.
Ken’s intelligence level is going to get him killed. They have no idea what’s inside, and if they find Norman, things will get very ugly.
I step aside to let them in the house since I really have no choice. I don’t want them to have to force their way inside. I look around to see if Norman is around, but I don’t see him anywhere. I question where he’s hiding as my heart races. The brothers look around the living room, and I quickly close the front door.
“If you don’t mind, we prefer that the front door stays open because it smells like someone died in here. It smells horrible,” Ken says.
“That is a sick smell dude. How do you live here with that sick ass smell? You should open the windows, and get some air in here. You don’t want to make yourself sick. I wonder why it smells so bad in here,” Stew says.
“Well, I’m sure every house has a bad smell, especially with all the dead bodies everywhere. The smell was already here when I arrived, and it is just a total mystery,” I say.
“Let’s check out the kitchen, dude. There must be loads of food in there,” Stew says.
“I bet that’s where she hides her stash. Let’s check it out,” Ken says.
The brothers make their way to the kitchen as I slowly follow behind them, and I have no idea where Norman is. The brothers are checking out the kitchen, going through the food supply, and I don’t care about what they take. I just want them out of my house because I can’t let them discover Norman. Stew and his brother Ken are pushing their luck.
“Look at all this stash! She has been holding out on us, dude. I say we take half of it, man. This stuff is gold!” Stew says. “Take whatever you want. I have too much food here,” I say.
They continue to ravage my kitchen. I just want them to go away, and I have a hunch where Norman might be. I don’t think he’s upstairs because I left the basement door open, so he must be wandering in the basement. I have a plan, and I can’t let the brothers leave since they might give away my location. Norman must be starving, and I wonder if the brothers would satisfy his hunger for human flesh. I can’t let my guard down again. A girl has to do what a girl has to do. I’m sure Norman would enjoy eating the flesh off the bones of Stew and Ken. There’s only one way to find out. The brothers seem to be having the time of their lives.
“This is awesome! I wonder what else she is hiding. You must have a lot more stuff around here. We have a camp not too far away from here,” Stew says.
“You should pack up and come with us. We can move all this stuff out of here. Our camp is much safer, but we didn’t want to tell you sooner because we’re just cautious,” Ken says.
“I just remembered something that I forgot to tell you guys. I found a load of supplies down in the basement, and I bet you guys are going to love everything down there. I bet your camp will appreciate it too. Therefore, I think that I will consider checking out your camp. There is a lot of stuff in the basement so go ahead and check it out,” I say.
“Let’s do this! I wonder what goodies are down there,” Ken says.
“Sure, we can do that after. Let’s eat first. You don’t mind if we have a little something to eat first, do you?” Stew asks.
“I will join you guys. The can opener is in the drawer, so make yourselves at home. We can certainly check out the downstairs after we eat,” I say.
I sit at the kitchen table with Ken and Stew. They make themselves at home, and we eat canned goods.
“You don’t mind if I have a smoke first, do you?” Ken asks.
“Be my guest, Ken. I always thought people smoked after they ate,” I say.
Ken giggles as Stew begins to eat.
“We lost most of our family when everything went crazy. Ken is lucky because he has a girlfriend back at our camp. She’s been pregnant for about six months, and all this nutritious food will really help us out. You should come with us,” Stew says.
“We had it so easy before all this happened. Our father was wealthy, and we just bummed around all day. We never worked a day in our lives. We were used to getting everything handed to us. We also had our own personal chef, maid service, and everything else that rich kids get these days. Now we have to work to survive. This really sucks,” Ken says.
Ken blows his cigarette smoke in my face and giggles. His sense of humor makes my blood boil.
“The world is in the shitter. There are no more fancy barbeques, pool parties, video games, and no more getting your asses wiped for you guys. I’m a lucky girl. I never had much before the world turned on us. I’m used to working my ass off to get what I want. I suppose we are now all on the same boat,” I say.
“We are in this together so you should join our camp instead of being alone here. We would love to have you,” Stew says.
“My girlfriend would love to meet you. She needs a friend like you, and we can help take care of each other. That would be so cool to have you with us. We can always come back here to get more supplies,” Ken says.
“We like living away from the city. The air is better, and it feels safer too. We have a nice set up,” Stew says.
Ken and Stew are already finished their canned food, so I should try to get them off their asses because I don’t want them to get too comfortable.
“That sounds like a nice camp. I need some fresh air, so I will consider the offer, thanks. It looks like you two guys are done with your canned meals, and I hope you enjoyed that cigarette, Ken. Are you guys ready to check out the basement?”
“Thanks for the food, babe. We are ready to check out the basement, so let’s do this,” Stew says.
We all stand up and walk to the basement door. I walk behind them and prepare for what is about to happen.
I’m hoping Norman is in the basement. I grab some candles, and I light up the candles. The brothers take a candle and make their way down the basement. Stew walks down first, and Ken follows him. They slowly walk down with the candles, and I slowly follow behind them as the candles light up the dark basement.
“You can’t see shit with these candles. We should light up a bunch of them,” Stew says.
“Sure, no problem!”
I sh
ove—Ken and he immediately falls on Stew. The candles go out, as they tumble down the stairs into darkness. I quickly run up the stairs. I run to get my assault rifle since I’m going to shoot them. Suddenly, there are loud screams! The brothers scream like a couple of girls as I quickly make my way to the basement door. I put down my assault rifle because I know that I’m not going to need it. Norman is taking care of Stew and Ken. The screams continue, and I can hear Norman tearing the flesh off their bones. I close the basement door so that their screams are not heard past my front door. They scream in agony as Norman tears their bodies apart.
The sound of the bodies being torn to pieces makes me want to vomit, but I take deep breaths. This is so nasty. The screams suddenly stop, but I wait a couple of minutes to make sure that there is no more screaming. I open the basement door, light up a candle, and I make my way downstairs. The brothers are on top of each other, and I can’t seem to tell them apart because there’s too much blood.
Norman eats the intestines of one of the brothers. I try not to vomit as I look away, and he doesn’t waste any time. I take a deep breath, look back at Norman, and I continue to watch Norman gobble the flesh. He takes a hand, bites off the fingers one by one as the fingers crackle, and he starts to tear off the skin from the thigh and chews off the bloody flesh. It looks like he’s tearing off raw chicken with his teeth.
He rips out the liver and munches away at it as some chewed up liver oozes out of Norman’s mouth. He loves liver so much. He’s very fast at devouring the flesh. The human body is like candy to Norman. I enjoy watching Norman feast on the flesh since it really turns me on, and I want Norman right now. He picks up a body, grabs the head, and he slowly twists the head. I hear a grinding sound as Norman twists the head. He starts to pull the head from the body, and I hear the flesh tearing apart as he manages to tear the head off. He drops the head and eats away at the neck area. The flesh from the neck area is extra bloody.
He's really super strong! Norman tears off the arm of one of the brothers and I can hear the bones snapping and crackling. I see the flesh coming off as he rips off the arm. He takes several bites off the bloody arm and then discards the arm. He goes for a leg, snaps the leg apart and the leg makes a grinding sound. I vomit on the stairs since the sound of the leg being torn off is revolting.
Norman starts to chew up the back of one of the bodies. He starts to separate the ribs and chews off the flesh from the ribs. I know exactly what Norman wants for food. Fresh human flesh is what he desires, so that will be on the menu from now on.
I wonder how I will get more fresh flesh for Norman. More people will have to die in order to feed Norman. I watch Norman as he continues to feast. Norman destroyed the bodies, and they are definitely beyond repair. I wonder if Norman ever shits anything out. I never witnessed that before, so I guess everything he eats just disintegrates in his stomach. I wouldn’t know anything about it since I’m not a scientist, and I wonder if Norman ever has to take a piss. He fascinates me. I can’t wait to watch him feast again. It’s disgusting, but it seems to entertain me.
I never wanted to start killing people, but I’m just doing what’s best for us. I will do what’s best for Norman. A girl has to do what a girl has to do in order to survive. I never cared for anyone the way I care about Norman. I can’t stop now. What’s done is done. The world is different, and I’m lost forever. This change is for the better. I need Norman, and I don’t want to go on without him because my life just wouldn’t be the same. Norman needs me to feed him. He can barely feed himself anything fresh.
Discovering Norman is the best thing that ever happened to me. The world is in the shitter, and I can deal with that. I don’t want to imagine being without him after everything that has happened to me. Everything makes sense now, so I know what I have to do, and I know who I am. I’m still alive for a reason, and everything is meant to be. I can sincerely say that I’m in love with Norman. I hope this lasts forever.
Norman looks ready to go, and he starts to make his way up the stairs. I take him by his large dead hand and escort him to the living room. He looks like a happy camper. He gives me that creepy smile and growls at me. I manage to sit Norman on the couch with me, and he starts to groan. I should try to find a can of body spray because Norman smells like garbage. Norman looks at me funny. His eyes are fixed on me. He looks like he wants to hurt me, but I know he could never hurt me.
He starts to put his hand on me, and I’m so aroused by him. The chemistry is bizarre. Norman is really gross, but he sure knows how to satisfy a girl.
I love having Norman in my life. I should talk to Norman because he might just start talking since anything is possible.
“I see you enjoyed your meal. Did that satisfy your hunger, Norman? I watched you eating all that fresh bloody flesh, and you seemed to love eating them up. I promise that I will find more for you. You can say something; you can say anything. Don’t be shy, Norman. I want to hear you speak to me.”
Norman moves his hand in—between my legs. I’m very wet as Norman speaks to me with his hands. I get up and start to sit on him. He is rock hard. All that bloody flesh must have boosted his energy levels. I want to try something different since I’m up for anything. Norman must be up for anything, so I put Norman’s hard thingy inside me where the sun doesn’t shine. It goes in slowly, and Norman thrusts his thingy inside me much faster. Norman loves it so much that he growls.
Getting some from Norman is like a workout for me, and I wonder how many calories I’m burning.
I continue to move up and down on Norman’s hardness. I’m drenched in sweat. Norman makes me feel so good. I catch my breath. I wish that I knew where Norman came from, and I wonder what his past life was like. I can fool around with Norman for hours because we have nothing better to do with ourselves.
The night finally arrives, and I’m totally exhausted from all the action. I think I lost weight from all of the physical activities with Norman. I sit on the couch as Norman stands guard above me. I start to finger myself as Norman watches. I can’t seem to get enough pleasure. Norman enjoys watching me. I spend a while pleasuring myself as Norman watches. His mouth is open, and he drools as I finish pleasuring myself. I need to get some sleep. I prepare to have a good sleep. Norman stands above me, and he watches my every move. I hope to have a beautiful dream. I try to get as comfortable as I can. My eyes get heavy, and I can barely keep them open any longer.
Chapter 10
Something alarming wakes me up this morning. I roll off the couch and fall on the floor. It even feels like an earthquake! I quickly make my way to the window as Norman growls and paces around the room. A tank makes its way through the neighborhood, and there are about a dozen military personnel following the moving tank. I trust they are not looking for trouble. The group comes to a halt, and it looks like they are taking a break. They enter the house across from mine.
Some of the troops stand guard, and I hope they leave soon. They are not welcome here because they don’t look friendly. I quickly take Norman to the basement, and I begin to prepare some weapons since I might have to defend myself. I don’t know what these soldiers have planned. I make my way back to the window to observe the visitors.
I can’t stay here if the troops are going to stick around. I will wait until the night to get a closer look. I can’t believe they stopped right in front of my house. I've got the worst luck in the world. I have to try to find out what their plans are. I may have to leave as soon as possible if they stay. I can’t risk living across from them. They will eventually ransack my home, and I don’t know what they will do with me. There is no doubt that they will kill Norman for sure. There really is only one way to find out.
The night arrives, and Norman is in the basement. I have a look outside, and the troops keep guard around the house. I take a pistol, and I walk to the back of the house. I make my way outside, and I can hear the troops conversing as I walk slowly through the backyards. I make my way to the end of the street, cross the
street, and I move forward. I make my way closer to the troops. I travel through the backyards, and I notice the troops guarding the whole perimeter around the occupied house. It’s a quiet night, but I can hear their voices as I approach the house beside the troops. I hide behind the bushes, and I listen to their random conversations.
“The bitch wanted it. You were there when I asked you to join in, remember?” Soldier 1 says.
“She was dying, kid. She got her arm bit by one of those walking creepers. Let’s hope you didn’t catch anything. I heard it takes up to a couple of days to show any signs of contamination. You should have used a condom, you dummy,” Soldier 2 says.
“You really think I’m infected? There is no way that I’m infected, so shut up! I made sure to be fast with her. I got inside her pretty darn fast after she got bit. It can’t be that contagious because I killed that creeper right after she got bit. I was inside her and out of her in a couple of minutes. There is no way it could have spread that fast because it would have taken at least an hour for it to spread down there.”
“I can’t believe how desperate you are, kid. You didn’t wear a condom. How hard is it to grab it out of your backpack?
We were taught to be safe than sorry. I’m going to have to kill you if you start to show signs of infection. Let’s have a smoke. It should help us relax. Don’t worry about that pecker of yours falling off.”
“Smoking helps a lot. We should never have taken in all those people. The infections and the riots almost wiped us out, and I guess we had no choice to do what we did. Please, don’t talk about my pecker. I already have too much to worry about.”
“It was a joke, you dummy. I think you need a drink. We can’t trust anyone. It has to be our group now and no others. Don’t feel bad, kid. The women and children were infected.”
“They had a chance to live, and they could have made it. That was so wrong.”
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