Get Zombie: 8-Book Set

by Raymund Hensley

  Natalie chased Polly around and around the living room like a merry-go-round. Polly yelled back:

  “HELP! HELP!” – then, remembering that no one responds to Help – “FIRE! FIRE!”

  Natalie screamed too, voice shaky as she chased:

  “FIRE! FIRE! FIRE HELP! YEEHAWW! TEE-HEE!”

  Polly’s legs were giving out – her knees clicked with each step.

  She looked over her shoulder. Natalie barked like a dog and underhand-tossed the blaring electrical saw at her. Polly spun out of the way and the tool CRASHED through the large, sliding glass door like booming lightning.

  Natalie ran and stuck her head through the hole in the glass, screeching “Sadness!” and clawing after the falling weapon.

  AGAINST BLACK: The electrical handsaw spins spins spins through the darkness in slow motion, its buzzing fading away into an echo as a chilly breeze whispers.

  Natalie SHRIEKED at Polly and pointed an accusing finger and chased her with outstretched hands into the hallway. Polly ran into a room and SLAMMED the door in Natalie’s face. She POUNDED and KICKED at it. Polly pushed her back against the door and cried out.

  “Natalie! Natalie! Natalie! Natalie! Ohh, Natalie!”

  Natalie hit her head against the door over and over again. On the 10th blow, her head BLASTED through. She said with a terrified voice on the verge of tears: “God, forgive me for I know what I do!”

  Polly yelled out in horror and fell back onto her buttocks, crawling backward.

  Natalie turned the knob with her mouth and kicked the door a strong one – turning it into a zillion splinters. Then she stood there in the doorway with her hands high above her head while making threatening bear-like sounds. Polly sat there with her hands to her face and shook her head, furiously.

  Something cold fell on her shoulder.

  Polly YELPED and looked to see the mannequin lady, looking down at her from the bed with WIDE eyes. Polly cried bloody murder…and bolted up, accidentally tripping on a toy duck (that went “Quack”, depressingly) and fell down again, this time on her face with her arms to her sides.

  She could hear Natalie say to the mannequin, as if to scold, “Sidney Australia, you’re supposed to be asleep!”

  Then Polly heard another sound – a pathetic sob – “Wrrrrrrr, wrrrrrrrr…” It sounded like a cow drowning in a bathtub.

  Polly didn’t move. Maybe Natalie thought she knocked herself out by falling flat on her face. Polly didn’t dare move, listening as Natalie’s feet walked over her.

  Then there were odd, slurping sounds. Then cracking sounds, as if Natalie suddenly got hungry for crackers.

  There was a strange, ugly smell: like of dead things. And Polly wanted to throw up again. She squinted of happy thoughts – like flowers and naked man-porn.

  Natalie began to say things behind Polly’s back: about how much Polly meant to her, how they were such good friends, and how badly Natalie wanted to videotape Polly as she lay there. What she said next shook Polly in the throat. Natalie wanted to do things to her as she lay unconscious.

  Polly’s brain screamed RUN RUN RUN, FOOL!

  But she couldn’t move.

  Natalie went to the dresser and pulled out a video camera. The camera beeped to life and the little red light on the front popped on. Natalie aimed the camera at Polly, who shut her eyes.

  Natalie said something about sex being in everything and placed the camera on Polly’s head. She could feel its gears turning, humming.

  The bed squeaked.

  From the corner of her eye, Polly saw Natalie rest the mannequin on the ground. She shut her eyes again as Natalie walked over and picked the camera up. Polly watched, cautiously, as Natalie threw down an empty cassette case that was black on one side and yellow on the other. She then popped a tape into the camera and videotaped the mannequin’s disturbing face.

  The mannequin was frozen in a sitting position: face up to the ceiling, legs crossed, arms out as if ready to fly fly fly.

  Polly hated herself right then and there – why couldn’t she stop watching? Why couldn’t she turn away? Why didn’t she just run? Ahhh, the mysteries of life. Natalie held the camera with one hand, and used her other to grope the mannequin’s plump chest. The globes were hard. Natalie knocked on them. The mannequin groaned…then sighed, yet its face was still.

  Natalie put her fingers to the mannequin’s mouth and pulled out a string of tiny white balls, which she ate. She then put the camera down.

  It was aimed at Polly.

  She bolted her eyes shut.

  Natalie rolled the mannequin over onto its face – with its buttocks up in the air – and picked up the camera again. She caressed the hard buttocks in front of her with the back of her hand, and began to make sexy sounds, like “Oooooh” and “Ahhhhhh” and “Ttttttttttttttttt”.

  Natalie put the camera on the small of the mannequin’s back, aiming it at herself. She licked her lips and slid her hands down, pleasuring the mannequin as well as herself.

  Natalie’s body began to convulse. She vomited onto the buttocks, yet kept her eyes on the camera, holding her sensual face, her body moving up & down in a sexy way.

  “Ooooooooooh, ahhhhhhhhh, aaaaaahhh. I’m sexy.”

  The mannequin began to drool and make interesting bird sounds in its throat.

  POLLY THREW UP ON THE CARPET, YELLING AT THE SAME TIME. SHE JUMPED UP AND SCREAMED AT THEM WITH HER ARMS FLAILING IN THE AIR AND THEN TURNED AROUND AND RAN THROUGH A WALL.

  Natalie and the mannequin watched, motionless.

  ***

  Polly was in a dark room. She put her hands on her knees. She struggled to breathe. She felt strong – particularly because she ran straight through a wall. And now she was covered in white dust.

  She shook her head and kicked her feet to clean herself.

  Polly had to eat.

  She was hungry. First sustenance, then call the cops. Where was the refrigerator? Polly hoped no one was home. She put her hands against a wall and searched for a light switch. She kicked something warm and furry – something that MEOWED in pain.

  Polly picked up the cat and kissed it on what she hoped was its nose. She flicked a switch on the wall and found herself in the kitchen. Putting the cat down, she opened the refrigerator and pulled out a bowl of sliced cheesecake. On her 12th slice, she heard keys at the door. Polly put everything back and washed her hands and ran into the bedroom, hiding under the bed.

  She stayed there for hours, leaving when the newlyweds had done their business and fell asleep.

  Polly drives me into Nuuanu Stream Park. She stops the car next to a small cliff and begins to cry. I put my hand on her head, rubbing it.

  “It’ll be okay.”

  I can feel eyes staring at us from out open windows. She begins to tell me how hard it all is. How I’ll never understand what she’s been through. How she wanted to go back to possibly save those other “people”. I tell her that she’s right, that she’s a good person.

  She hugs me and kisses my cheek, saying how much I understand her and how much she likes me, and how maybe we can have a bright future together. I mess her hair up in a playful manner.

  “Sure, kid.”

  She rests her head on my shoulder.

  “Wanna make some extra cash?”

  “Doing what? If math is involved, I’m afraid I’d have to pass gas. You see, I’ve used the Right Side of my brain so much, my Left has gone malnourished.”

  “How would you like to work on a movie?”

  My eyes jump.

  “Really? I make movies for a living! I mean, I’m trying to. I’ve got this film club-thingy, and we want to make a television show here in Honolulu. I even made a horror movie, called “The Nundead”, and I’m working on another one, too. It’s hard though, because everyone works and doesn’t have much time. We need a good producer.”

  “Good, good! You’ll fit in nicely.”

  “So who’s making this film? What is it about?”

>   “You’d be working under me. I’m the producer, and our cinematographer left due to creative difficulties. It’s a fun little movie. An adult film. Should make us a lot of money.”

  “An adult film?”

  “Is that a problem?”

  “Well, it’s just, I’ve heard stories where people – the crew – got ripped off. Like from their pay.”

  She laughs.

  “That’s not going to happen. This isn’t the Philippines.”

  “Who is this person you had problems with?”

  “Natalie.”

  “…”

  “I got her the job. But ever since she got into making her own Mannequin Porn, she’s been going a tad batty. No one liked working with her. I guess it all started once she began walking around set with a case of orange soda under one arm and a mannequin’s torso under the other. But not to worry. The others are nice people. Especially me.”

  “The TOY Machine”

  SHE DRIVES ME HOME and we kiss goodnight with our tongues. My mom is still asleep, as is my kid brother. I undress, sensually, and turn on the fan and lay in bed, my mind working. Should I go into the adult business? What am I going to tell everyone?

  Nothing.

  If they ask, just say that you’re doing “Little things here and there: Courtesy of the temp agency.” Then laugh it off and change the subject – preferably about them, since people love talking about themselves.

  I begin thinking back to what Polly said, about that black video case.

  Could it be the same one in the video store?

  The possibility of what’s on the tape teases my mind – even though what I heard from Polly makes me sick in the tummy.

  I roll in bed – my eyes won’t close – I feel itchy all over.

  I stay up the whole night.

  AT 12PM I TELL MY mum I’m going to practice darts at Hawaiian Brian's and head straight to the bus stop, where I take the #2 bus.

  I get off at the end of Waikiki and walk my way to DHV – the whole time thinking about being a rich, famous figure in the adult industry, yet somehow keeping my secret from everyone. Maybe I should use a fake name: Like Dingus.

  Or maybe Stone Face. It would be a good name for a child, too. If the child was to ever fall and crack its face off, it’ll frighten off all the bullies and no one would want to steal my child’s lunch money.

  I get looks as I walk into the adult aisle and it makes me nervous. Still, I head forth with my chin held high. For they can smell fear.

  I walk to the shelf where I last saw the black cover.

  It’s still there, although a little sticky now. The price shocks me.

  $1o?

  So cheap?

  I purchase it (holding out my I.D. before the cashier can even ask) and head home.

  At night, while my mum is out partying in Waipahu and my brother is partying at the church/school, I go downstairs and pop the tape into the VCR.

  It rolls black for a long time, but I don’t want to fast forward because I might miss something interesting. My mind wanders and I begin to worry about my mum. She better not be drinking. She has dialysis tomorrow.

  The screen flicks white…

  DISSOLVE FROM WHITE FLARE.

  The camera adjusts its brightness and focuses, revealing a bedroom.

  INT. BEDROOM – NIGHT

  The camera pans slowly to reveal the room as the TITLE dissolves onto screen as if under water. There’s sweet Hawaiian music.

  SUPERIMPOSE TITLE:

  Aloha Mannequins

  The camera now picks up many mannequins, resting against the walls and on the floor. The screen SPLIT-SCREENS, so that the left side of the screen pans the walls, while the other shows CLOSE-UPS of the mannequins, of eyes and noses and lips and scalps…

  BEGIN CREDIT SEQUENCE.

  SUPERIMPOSE INDIVIDUAL CREDITS OVER MANNEQUIN FACES:

  Starring…

  Dia Golop

  Kior Flagmaster

  Erort Fannymay

  Proppol Evertsonny

  Dragon McGinnyot

  Ragatony See

  Wartpot Jackoer

  Leslio Germo

  Chinkytop Xtrox

  Quiberton Siomon Jew

  Foop Dingalinger

  And…

  Natfat Chacony Hojew

  Camera

  Melano V. Brighman

  Camera zooms in on mannequin’s blue eye.

  SUPERIMPOSE TEXT:

  Directed by

  Natfat Chacony Hojew

  END CREDIT SEQUENCE.

  INT. COLLEGE DORM – DAY

  A YOUNG JAPANESE GIRL, clothed, sits on a bed. She smiles into the camera, which is being handheld by a geeky-sounding male. He zooms in and out occasionally from her face to her boobs, which are miniature.

  The geek has a nervous crack to his voice. The young girl is calm and professional.

  There is HAWAIIAN MUSIC.

  GEEK (o.s.)

  Tell us a little about yourself.

  GIRL

  My name is Wendy Jefferson Suzuki. And I go to UH.

  GEEK (o.s.)

  Oh, interesting, interesting. I am very interested in what you do.

  WENDY

  Thank you. I am very happy to be here.

  GEEK (o.s.)

  What’re you taking…here at UH?

  WENDY

  I’ll soon be getting my doctoral degree in microbiology.

  GEEK (o.s.)

  That’s very interesting.

  WENDY

  What are you taking?

  GEEK (o.s.)

  NO TALKING NOW!

  Camera zooms in on her hair, then tilts down to her sock-covered feet.

  GEEK (o.s.)

  Wiggle your toes for me. Ooooooh, yessm, Yessm. That’s hot, for some reason. Oolala.

  WENDY

  I love wiggling my toes. It makes my vagina humid.

  GEEK (o.s.)

  Good.

  (pause)

  She wiggles her toes or else she gets the hose again. My friend should be here any moment now.

  Camera pans past a mirror, where we see the camera operator for a split second before he SPINS AWAY, yelping.

  GEEK (o.s.)

  It’s okay. I can edit that out.

  OTHER VOICE (o.s.)

  You can’t edit out your mind’s eye.

  JUMP CUT:

  Zoom in on door. There’s a knock. Camera walks to door and opens it.

  Natalie walks in, pushing in a large, human-sized box with a handtruck.

  GEEK (o.s.)

  Ah! Right on time.

  NATALIE

  Sorry I’m late.

  GEEK (o.s.)

  (whispering)

  Do you have it?

  NATALIE

  (whispering)

  You will love it so much.

  GEEK (o.s.)

  Good! Allow me to introduce you to my

  good friend of many hours. Natalie, this is Wendy.

  WENDY

  Hello.

  NATALIE

  Ooooooooh.

  GEEK (o.s.)

  Wendy’s here for some fun, aren’t you, Wendy?

  WENDY

  I love wiggling my toes. It makes my vagina clammy.

  GEEK (o.s.)

  Silence, toad!

  NATALIE

  Thou shall utter the secret GO code!

  GEEK (o.s.)

  Sky Gimp!

  NATALIE

  Sky Gimp!

  GEEK (o.s.)

  Sky Gimp!

  NATALIE

  Sky Gimp!

  GEEK (o.s.)

  Sky Gimp!

  NATALIE

  Sky Gimp!

  GEEK (o.s.)

  Sky Gimp!

  NATALIE

  Sky Gimp! Good. You have repeated it the correct number of times. Let us proceed.

  Wendy is scared.

  Natalie walks to the bed, looms over it, and grins at her. Wendy waves. Natalie licks the box she’s holding and t
hrows it to the ground, angry. She makes love to the box for 5 seconds, and opens it quickly.

  The camera operator helps her clear away the tiny, noisy popcorn balls. The camera ZOOMS in slowly onto the mannequin inside. It’s a male. Natalie stands it up. The mannequin is naked and so very white, like paper. Its head is turned to the right, with both hands on its hips.

  Camera quickly looks to Wendy. She is clearly lost. Mentally.

  Natalie holds out her hand to Wendy –

  LOUD KNOCK ON DOOR.

  SCARY MAN (o.s.)

  Security! Open up! What you guys do’n ova thea!?

  NATALIE

  Jiggers! The fuzz!

  GEEK (o.s.)

  Hide!

  JUMP CUT:

  INT. NATALIE’S BEDROOM – NIGHT

  Same set up: Natalie holds out her hand. Wendy takes it…and stands next to the mannequin. Natalie brushes Wendy’s hair with a metal comb.

  NATALIE

  Make love to it. Caress it. Want it. Feed it. Whisper sweet-somethings into its ears. Touch its penis.

  WENDY

  Yessm, master.

  Natalie guides Wendy down before it. Natalie blocks the camera, so it tries to move around her. THEN –

  WENDY BOLTS UP.