Titanic doesn’t seem to be sad about my answer. I guess he was expecting this kind of answer from me.
“I thought I would try, but I totally understand, and I know you will find someone to love you too, Kilborn. This shouldn’t be the end and I hope you will reconsider. Take your time and think about it. I know you could love me. I’m already in love with you, and I love you so much that I would die for you, Kilborn.”
I think Titanic is a little crazy. He must be talking out of his ass. I like Titanic. He is willing to die for me, and I don’t have a problem with that.
“Please don’t say things you don’t mean, Titanic. You know it is bad luck to say things you don’t mean in this shit world. You couldn’t possibly love me. You barely know me. You wouldn’t die for me. I don’t believe that. How are you going to prove your love for me? You say you would die for me. Prove yourself to me. Come on, Titanic; show me your love for me. If you would die for me, prove it.”
We suddenly get interrupted by a loud noise coming from the basement.
“What in the world was that? It sounded like it came from the basement,” Titanic says.
“I heard something too. Are there raccoons or rats around here? Sometimes they can get into homes and destroy the place,” I say.
I follow Titanic as he slowly walks towards the basement door. He opens the door and I know what has to be done in order to survive.
“It sure is dark down there, Kilborn. Can you please hand me a candlestick?”
“Prove your love for me, Titanic. I thought you said you would die for me. A real man doesn’t need a candle. Are you afraid?”
“I was telling you the truth, Kilborn. I would die for you.”
I point down the stairs to distract Titanic.
“Wait a minute! I can see it! Look! There it is!”
I shove—Titanic down the stairs and he tumbles down hard, and his body crashes to the basement floor.
“Titanic! Are you ok, sweetie?”
Titanic whimpers in agony as I light up a candle.
“Prove yourself to me, Titanic, my love. Die for me!”
He has trouble getting up, and Norman comes out of the darkness and grabs Titanic. Titanic screams in terror as I watch Norman take a huge bite out of Titanic’s neck. Blood gushes out of Titanic’s torn neck, and Titanic’s voice immediately silences. Norman bites off the flesh from Titanic’s arms, takes his strong hands, and he tears through Titanic’s body. He rips open the skin, tears out the liver, and he pulls out the intestines. Norman places the organs on the floor, and he grabs the heart. He tears out the stomach, rips out Titanic’s crotch, and Norman munches away at Titanic’s wiener and balls.
Norman must be acquiring a taste for the male crotch. Norman looks down at the organs displayed on the floor. It looks like a buffet. Norman growls as he chews up the flesh. He takes his time to devour the organs. He takes one bite out of each organ as I sit and watch Norman as he concentrates on his meal. I enjoy watching him devour his food. Norman is beautiful, and I’m very aroused by all of this. I can watch Norman all day. Titanic proved himself to me. Some guys will do anything for love.
Suddenly, I hear an alarm go off! I can hear shots being fired and explosions! I look out the window to see that Luther is under attack! There is smoke everywhere; people are being shot down as an unwelcome group of people with black fatigues throw grenades, and fire their weapons. I see the people of Luther running around like chickens with their heads cut off and trying to gun down the intruders. I see a lot of zombies roaming the streets, and it looks like Luther is severely compromised. I will stay out of this fight since I don’t want to risk Norman’s safety. I can’t live without Norman. Sheila approaches my door, and I open the door to let her inside.
“What’s happening? I ask.
“We are under attack! Take this gun! Come with me! Move!”
“I would rather stay here! It’s safer here!”
“Don’t argue with me! When I open the door, you move! Shoot the dead in the head! Got it?”
“Fine! What choice do I have?”
Sheila opens the door, and we run out. It seems like the intruders have retreated. There are a few dozen zombies roaming the streets. Sheila guns down the zombies as some people of Luther are eaten alive. The smoke quickly clears. Luther manages to gain control. Sheila and I walk to the entrance. The door has been blown to pieces, and Jazz is seriously injured on the ground with a gunshot wound to his neck, and he has several zombie bites around his body. Masterson approaches with several people of Luther. We watch Jazz fight for his life, yet everyone already knows he will soon turn into a zombie.
“Just get it over with. I know how it is,” Jazz slurs.
Sheila raises her knife.
“No! Let him turn,” Masterson says.
Jazz looks at me and smiles.
“Love the red hair, girlfriend,” Jazz whispers.
Jazz starts to struggle with his breathing. Jazz stops breathing and dies. He does not move. We surround Jazz. We wait for him to turn. Masterson turns to me. He hands me his knife.
“I want you to prove yourself. I want you to do it. Do it. Do it now. May the Lord give you courage,” he says.
Jazz starts to twitch, rises, and hisses while raising his arms. Everyone backs away. I get the attention Jazz as he rises. I raise my arm with the knife ready, and I bury the knife in his brain. Everyone seems proud of me.
“I knew you had it in you. We lost a lot of people today," Masterson says.
“So much for peace since it looks like everywhere I go is not safe. I knew this place was not for me,” I say.
“I’m sorry we could not keep Luther safe. We do our best. This is the way it is in the new world. Try to have faith.”
“There are not many people left here. What now?” I ask.
“We will board up the entrance. Sheila will escort you back to your home. Don’t worry. Tomorrow is a fresh start. You should get some sleep.”
Sheila escorts me back home. We walk down the bloody street.
“A little girl like you should be escorted all the time. You look so vulnerable. I don’t think you can take care of yourself in this world. You need someone to guard your little ass,” she says.
“I can handle myself because I’ve come a long way. You underestimate me. You would be surprised at what I’m capable of,” I say.
“I’ve seen it all before. I've seen that little girl who can’t hold her own against the dead. They run, scream, and then they give up and die. I just don’t think you have what it takes to survive. I’m surprised you haven’t opted out.”
“I’m one in a million. I’m still here. That’s all I have to say.”
“Don’t worry about it because I can toughen you up, and I will show you how to fight. Things will get better for you. Trust me, Kilborn.”
We finally reach my house; I open the front door, and Sheila invites herself inside.
“Make yourself at home, Sheila. Have a seat. Can I get you anything?”
Sheila sits on the couch in the living room. For some strange feeling, this feels very awkward for me.
“I’m good, thanks. I just thought we could get to know each other better. I figure you’re the new girl around here.”
I join Sheila on the couch.
“How do you like it here so far?” Sheila asks.
“Things are getting interesting. I’m starting to realize that it doesn’t matter where I go, that nowhere is safe. Where did you come from, Sheila?”
“I came from the city. I was a personal trainer as you might have noticed my physique. I had a partner, who was killed by the walking corpses, and I watched it happen, but there was nothing I could do about it. She was the most beautiful person that I’ve ever know in my life. She had long golden hair, pretty blue eyes, a sweet smile, full lips, and a voluptuous body. She was the sweetest person in the world. She was polite and generous. No one in the world can replace her. She was very special to me. I’m sorry, Kilborn.
I seem to be going on about someone you didn’t even know.”
“No, don’t be sorry. I’m sorry to hear about your loss. I think everyone has lost someone since the world transformed.”
“It was the strangest thing when I watched her die. I never cried, and I didn’t even shed a tear. I watched her die, get eaten by the dead, and I felt nothing, even though I loved her so much. I still haven’t shed a tear for her. I don’t know why, but I think it could have been the steroids that I used while I was in training. I think it might have something to do with it. I’m just guessing. I truly loved her, and I became attracted to women after my abusive relationship with my boyfriend ended. My boyfriend physically and mentally abused me for years. When it was over, I had to seek medical attention. I had a psychiatrist. I was on strong antidepressants. I was a mess, but I finally found Jesus, and I started reading the Bible. I started taking care of my body and became a personal trainer. I became interested in women, and I never looked back.”
“There is nothing wrong with being a lesbian. I have to admit that your life story is a lot more interesting than mine is. I’m happy that you found a way out of your troubled life. I think that I’ve found a way out of mine. I would tell you about it, but I know that you wouldn’t understand.”
“I’m sorry I seemed a little rough on you before. If you want true happiness in life, you always have to go where your heart is. You seem like a good person, Kilborn. All of us women have to stick together. There are a lot of great quotes from the Bible. It was nice to sit down for a bit and talk to you. I should get going. I have to get back. I have to make sure things are secure.”
We stand up. Sheila is on her way out.
“I enjoyed our time together. You’re a decent person. We should do this again sometime. We can do it at your place next time.”
“Thanks. It will be my place for sure. I have a nice place. I enjoyed this conversation, Kilborn. This could be the beginning of a sweet friendship. Friendships don’t last long these days. We should get together soon.”
Suddenly, we hear a noise.
“You must have heard that,” Sheila says.
“This house has a lot of animals running around,” I say.
“You can never be too careful. There might be an intruder or one of the dead here,” Sheila whispers.
Sheila slowly makes her way to the kitchen. I follow her. The noise came from the basement, but she doesn’t seem to know for sure. Sheila slowly turns to walk to the basement door. She looks at me and turns the door handle. She quickly opens the door, and Norman storms—out of the door! Norman grabs—Sheila by the head with both hands. He lifts her off the floor, opens his mouth wide open, and sinks his mouth onto Sheila’s mouth. I can hear a grinding sound as he tears Sheila’s mouth and tongue off. Her jaw is disfigured from Norman’s bite. Sheila sounds like she is choking as he continues to eat Sheila’s face off. Her body convulses as Norman continues to hold her up with her feet off the floor.
Norman drops Sheila, takes his hands and sinks his thumbs into her eye sockets. Norman slams Sheila’s head on the floor continuously and manages to crack her skull open. He tears Sheila’s skull apart. I can hear the skull crackle and crunch as Norman separates the pieces. Sheila’s brain is visible, and Norman sinks his teeth into Sheila’s brain. I vomit on the floor as he continues to take bites out of Sheila’s brain, and I can hear Norman chew his way into Sheila’s brain. He seems to enjoy the brain, and it must be a delicacy for Norman. It might just make Norman more intelligent. He starts to eat her insides as he tears out her intestines. He chews away at the intestines as if they are sausages. He tears out the liver, swallows it, and he seems to love eating liver. Norman pulls out the heart and sinks his teeth into the heart as blood drips down Norman’s mouth. He devours the heart and continues to eat up her stomach.
Norman chews up her muscular thighs like corn on the cob. He takes bites out of her neck and almost decapitates Sheila. He takes his time to enjoy every bite. Norman stands up since he is finished with her. He ripped Sheila up nicely. I drag what is left of Sheila and throw Sheila’s body parts down the basement. It’s time to get some rest, and I think it’s time to make my exit from Luther, but I will deal with it tomorrow since it has been a long night. I get comfortable on the couch.
Morning is finally here, and I’m ready to go. This place is not what I thought it would be. I walk out the door, and there are very few people left alive in Luther. They are burning the dead as I walk down the street looking for Masterson. I see that the front gates of Luther are being fortified. I randomly ask people where I can find Masterson, and a resident of Luther tells me that he is in his church, so I walk to the church and open the door to find Masterson standing on the altar.
“We will prevail. Don’t let the attack intimidate you because we will continue to grow,” he says.
“I just came to let you know that I want to leave, Masterson. This place is not safe, and I don’t believe in any of the crap you preach.”
“The Lord said to be nice to your brother and sister. The Lord said you shall not kill, cheat, or disrespect others. Those who eat the forbidden fruit will be punished. Those who betray their leaders will never be free. We shall love our neighbor; we shall not judge, and we shall not break laws that are given to us.”
“Did the Lord actually say that? I’m not familiar with the Bible. I’m not religious at all.”
“The Lord said something similar. It could be that some words were changed around. It’s the thought that counts. We will not judge thy neighbor. I love religion. I have a passion for it.”
“I want to thank you for letting me stay here. I appreciate it. I should move on with my life.”
“You can’t make it out there on your own. Why leave, when you are just getting settled? We have lost a lot of people, but we can grow again. Anywhere you go, you will be under someone’s attack.”
“Are you going to stop me from leaving?”
“I won’t stop you, but unless I give authorization, you will not be able to leave.”
“What exactly do I have to do? What do you want from me?”
Masterson approaches me, and he starts to touch my face. He is such a phony.
“Why should we lose such a beautiful face? The Lord works in mysterious ways. The Lord brought you to us. I don’t want you to leave, Kilborn.”
“I’m sure you say that to all the women. You have kind words, but I have to go. This place isn’t for me.”
“I can’t take a chance. The last person we let go was a disaster. They came back with a small group and attacked us. If you want me to let you go, you will pay for it.”
He takes his hands and starts to move them around my body.
“I believe in the Lord, but right now, I have the Devil in me. The Devil makes me do things that are wrong. We all do things that are wrong. The Devil must make you do things that are wrong, Kilborn. We are all sinners. Do you have the Devil in you?”
“I do have the Devil in me, and I have done things that are disgraceful. I have more of the Devil in me than you would expect. Do I have to pay with my body? Is that what you are about?”
“Take your clothes off. Don’t make me do it for you because I have the Devil in me. You won’t like me when the Devil takes over.”
“I have the Devil in me too. You should take your clothes off too. It’s only fair,” I say.
“That burning red hair of yours must be the work of the Devil. When you were born, the Devil must have been there with you. You surprise me, Kilborn.”
“You’re playing a dangerous game, Masterson. Do you like to live dangerously?”
“I love your danger talk, girl. It gets me going. Have you ever been with someone like me?”
“There is only one way to find out.”
Masterson starts to take off his pants and puts his pants on a chair while I take my pants off, and he doesn’t waste any time as he starts to pleasure me. I reach in my pocket, and I grab my knife. Masterson is
too distracted to notice.
“You taste good, baby. I will never let you leave. I can’t wait to get inside you.”
I thrust—Masterson in the brain with my knife! He makes a strange noise while suddenly stiffening up. He won’t rise since I killed his brain. I’m not sure if he had a brain. He certainly did not know how to use it. I move away from him, and pull my knife out of his head. I’m impressed with this kill. I managed to thrust the blade all the way in. Masterson deserved every inch of the blade.
I think that I will surprise Norman. I can’t let Masterson’s organs go to waste, so I will have to cut him open and take his organs. I place Masterson on the ground, take my knife, and I start to carve open Masterson’s body. I could vomit right now, but I will fight the urge. I have to make this quick. I make incisions on the body, tear off the skin, and I cut away at the organs. The liver is a must because I know that Norman loves it. I place what I manage to cut out on the bloody floor. I put the organs together, and I use Masterson’s shirt to wrap the organs, and I will leave when there are fewer people outside, so I will wait until it gets dark outside.
The time has come, and it is finally dark outside as I walk out of the church, and I make my way back to the house. I open the door, and Norman is standing in the living room. He groans as I go to the kitchen table and empty the organs onto the table. I try to make two small piles. The organs are cut up into pieces since I had a hard time cutting them out into one piece. Norman will have to settle for chopped liver, mixed with other organ pieces. I walk to the living room to get Norman. I escort him to the kitchen. Norman growls as he looks at the bloody table. He picks up the flesh with his hands and puts it into his mouth like jam. Norman enjoys his treat. This is Norman’s dessert. A couple of hours have passed. I will have to wait until tomorrow night to make my escape. I can’t let anyone see Norman. I won’t be able to get to my truck that easily. I will have to leave it behind. It starts to rain hard. I have to prepare for my exit. I start to pack my things.
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