Uncle Gary's Campfire Stories: Bayou Zombie Werewolves

by Visada, J. L. M.

  Dr. Heim stood just outside the security door. He was wearing a cotton shirt, and some khaki pants. It’d been a long time since he’d left the compound. The clothes looked dated, and he’d have to get new ones soon, but time and opportunity would easily remedy the problem. He typed in the code with trembling fingers to put the complex on lockdown. He was beside himself with excitement. The door secured itself, and steel rods slid into place so that nothing could enter or escape. The alarm sounded as he prepared the platform for ascent. In a few moments the other doctors and scientists ran to the door.

  “What are you doing?” Gunther screamed into a microphone. His voice was deafening over the speakers, and Aribert Heim fell to one knee covering his ears.

  Once Aribert regained his composure, he walked to an intercom. “Gentlemen, colleagues…I have enjoyed the time we have spent together, but now is the time for me to leave.”

  “You can’t. The agreement…” Shawn pleaded into the microphone.

  “Oh but I most definitely can. You see with the president’s death…nobody is going to really be concerned that an obscure research complex went on lockdown due to hazardous exposure of an unknown substance. Considering the nature of our work, they will most likely only come here to confirm that there are no survivors. It is doubtful they will even attempt entry. So goodbye my friends, we have had a wonderful adventure. A bit of advice, you might want to keep an eye on Samantha. She isn’t quite herself, and she’s deceptively tough. I slipped a little something extra into their meals, and I really and truly thought that Clay would have been the survivor of the two. It just shows you can’t judge a book by its cover. It was right then that Frederick screamed. The others turned around just in time to see Samantha was dragging the man down to the ground. Her mouth closed around the man’s throat, and with a quick twist she tore a huge chunk of flesh out. The artery began spraying blood everywhere with each pump of his heart.

  “Oh Frederick, I warned you.” Aribert smiled, “Well gentleman, I recommend you run back to your rooms and lock yourselves in. I may have set the labs to release all the test subjects in…” Aribert looked down at his watch, “Five, four, three, two, one.”

  There was a buzz indicating that the cells had been unlocked. The men trapped inside screamed and attempted to move around Frederick’s still twitching body. Samantha had her arms and legs wrapped around the man to hold him in place. They ran back towards their rooms. Unfortunately a gray furry blur was running at full speed back up the hall at the same exact time. He struck them and never even broke stride. The impact shattered bones, dislocated hips, and ruptured internal organs. Most of the men were left crippled at best. Some of them were already dying from massive internal bleeding. Aaron Stokely was already dead. His head had a dent in it where the skull was smashed against a wall.

  The injured and dying could do nothing but wait as the other test subjects closed in to feed. Hans Von Reubens wasn’t even that lucky. The gray blur still had ahold of him. Claws were puncturing his ribs into his lungs. He could barely breathe. When the gray blur stopped moving, Hans looked him in the eyes. They were wild…animal eyes. Hans tried to scream, but the creature wrapped his claws around his throat and gave a squeeze. It wasn’t enough to crush his windpipe, but it was enough to keep him quiet. The creature glared out of the window at the Doctor…and howled with rage.

  “I’m sorry Danior, we can no longer play together. You’ll have to console yourself with my colleagues.” Aribert taunted before walking to the platform. A few seconds later he began rising. Aribert walked down the dirt road towards the nearest highway. A few hours later a vehicle pulled over to give him a ride. It wasn’t much longer before he was sitting in a hotel room. He carefully planned his escape after that. He had an old friend wire him money, and soon he had a plane ticket. The last thing he did before boarding his flight was call a lawyer pretending to be Clay Bertrand instructing the man to defend Lee Harvey Oswald. As far as he was concerned, if the federal government started looking for survivors, it was much better that they search for Clay Bertrand instead of Aribert Heim. Besides, even if they did suspect that he’d escaped, they would think twice before coming after him. Afterall, it was obvious he knew enough about Clay’s involvement that he could make it very uncomfortable for government officials.

  Chapter Four

  ***TUESDAY, MARCH 19th, 2013 – GUADALUPE RIVER, TEXAS***

  “Hey! Another beer?” Mike asked.

  “Fuck yeah I want another beer. What kind of stupid question is that? If there is more beer to be had, and I don’t already have one in my hand…then of course I want another.” Chuck laughed.

  Mike reached down into the half-melted ice, pulled out a cold one, and winged it through the campfire at his buddy. Unfortunately it bounced off his hand, and landed snugly in between Janet’s naked thighs.

  “Shit that’s cold!” Janet screamed as the cold seeped through her green bikini bottoms, causing her to leap up off Chuck’s lap, sending him backwards in on his chair. Janet jumped up and down slapping at the ice and cold water that stuck to her thighs even as the beer went tumbling down into the sand.

  “Dammit Janet…it isn’t that cold.” Chuck screamed while he tried to roll over to get back to his feet.

  “It didn’t land on your pussy!” Janet screamed while hopping up and down trying to get the last of the ice out of her lap.

  “Quit it!” Cassie slapped her boyfriend’s shoulder.

  “What?” Mike asked in a tone that made it pretty clear he knew exactly what he was in trouble for.

  “Stop staring at her tits!” Cassie hissed a little too loudly into his ear.

  “Well can you blame me? That top doesn’t cover much, and with her hopping up and down like that…I mean a man has limitations.” Mike responded, but he was so drunk that his volume was not what he originally intended.

  “Stop staring at my girl’s boobs you douche! How would you like it if I stared as your girl’s fun udders?” Chuck snapped as he finally got to his feet. He was pretty angry.

  “I think I’d be okay with it…if I got to keep looking at Janet’s sweater kittens.” Mike responded, and was promptly punched in the shoulder by his girlfriend. “What? Look at those things! I mean seriously…they’re damn near hypnotic.”

  “I warned you!” Chuck said as he stomped around the campfire, readying himself for a fight.

  Mike stood up. Sadly, he’d never been in a fight before, and in desperation he raised both hands over his head, and lifted one foot up in the air like he was the Karate Kid, “Don’t make me whoop your ass fatboy!”

  “Bring it toothpick!” Chuck stormed forward.

  Both women moved to the side to watch their boyfriends duke it out. Janet leaned over to Cassie, “I’m so sorry.”

  Cassie grinned and nearly vibrated with glee as she watched the two men. “Are you kidding? This is the best thing that happened all day long. Chuck’ll kick his ass, and then Mike will reluctantly apologize to everyone before he drags me back to the tent and give me a G.T.S. to vent his frustration.”

  “G.T.S.?” Janet asked.

  “Good therapeutic screw. Mike might be an ass, and he’s dumb as a post, but he can fuck you cross-eyed when he’s in a bad mood. Why do you think I’ve been such a bitch all day? I’m a girl on a mission, and that mission is getting banged so hard I can’t walk right for the next two days.” Cassie grinned mischievously at her sister.

  “You are so twisted.”

  Cassie giggled, “Hell yes, and that’s why the boys can never have enough. Why do you think I got him to talk about your tits in the first place? He’ll be angry and thinking of your twins while I’m busy finding my O.”

  Janet covered her chest in embarrassment, “Well now I feel dirty.”

  Cassie snickered, “Oh come on…throw a girl a bone…er. I agreed to camping, and that means I’m subjecting my beautiful body to the advances of every fucking tick, flea, and mosquito. I’ve been bit so many times since we got
here that I should have a sign saying bug buffet hanging over my ass. On top of that you just know I’m going to be sunburned before it’s over. Plus there’s the whole shitting in the woods thing. So come on, I should at least get a good sound fucking out of it.”

  Janet rolled her eyes, “Some days I can’t believe you’re my sister. You’re just…wrong.”

  “Oh please. Do I even need to bring up Sally’s wedding?”

  “First we promised never to mention that again. Second, if I’d have known he was our cousin I’d never have let him go down on me in the coat room. Third…shut up!” Janet grumbled.

  “Bring it on you fat fuck!” Mike screeched.

  He was still standing in his Daniel-san crane technique. Ralph Macchio would have been proud. Chuck moved like a very angry but surprisingly nimble hippo. Faster than you can say “Sweep the leg”, Chuck bull rushed his friend. Mike was the best athlete in chess club, and so he used an amazing vertical leap of eight inches to get as high in the air as he was physically able. His leg uncoiled like a snake on roofies. Instead of a perfect strike on Chuck’s chin, Mike’s foot flopped lamely against one of his opponent’s oversized man-boobs. Mike landed flat on his back, and Chuck veered off to the side screaming about his now traumatized nipple.

  “Oh, shit…something poked me in the ass!” Mike whimpered as he tried to get back up.

  “Serves you right…kicking like a bitch! Damn my chest hurts.”

  “Well if you weren’t sporting C-cups I’d never have been able to hit you.” Mike teased.

  “Seriously…we agreed no kicking last time, and I think you scuffed a nipple.” Chuck said with tears in his eyes and a hand covering the entire areola on his man-boob. He was doubled over and wheezing. “Truce?”

  “Can I still look at your girlfriends tits?”

  Chuck sighed, “Can you at least pretend you weren’t looking when someone calls you on it?”

  “Deal, but I’m not responsible for excessive jiggling.”

  “Deal.” Chuck groaned as he continued to rub his floppy man-boob.

  Both sisters looked at their dates and groaned in unison, “Idiots.”

  The cooler was opened, two more beers were brought out, and both men drank to their newfound peace agreement. After chugging until both were empty, both men belched. Mike’s bellow was deep and throaty, but Chuck used finesse and articulated all of the vowels. He even belched out the letter “Y” to punctuate his skill. After finishing both men turned to their girlfriends and waited to see if their fratboy mating calls were effective. If the look of disgust on both women’s faces was any indication…they were not.

  “What?” Both men asked in unison. Janet and Cassie just rolled their eyes.

  “Hello?” A voice came from the bushes.

  All four campers watched as a heavily muscled man stumbled out of the brush. “Hey.”

  “Hey.” Chuck said noncommittally.

  The man walked up, “I’m Jessup Greer.”

  “And I’m…in love.” Janet whispered to her sister.

  Jessup walked towards them all, and seeing the beer laying in the dirt, he picked it up, popped the top, and drank it down. Sand was all over the top, and combined with the beer as it poured down his throat. After guzzling it all down in one swig, Jessup grinned, “Mmmm gritty.”

  “Hey, that was our beer.” Chuck whined.

  “Don’t worry, I’m only borrowing it. I promise given enough time I’ll give it back. Would you prefer I put it back in the can, or just shoot it straight into your mouth?” Jessup grinned, but it wasn’t a friendly grin.

  Chuck huffed, but the other three campers laughed. In fact Janet was laughing a little too hard, and got a mean look from her boyfriend for all her troubles. Not that it did any good. Jessup walked over the overturned chair, righted it, and then sat down.

  “That’s my chair.” Chuck spat.

  “You’ve got good taste…man I can’t tell you how nice it is to sit down after all this traveling.” Jessup grinned.

  Chuck looked ready to fight, but self-preservation kicked in. Jessup was heavily muscled, and looked like the type of man that had won more than his share of bar fights. Meanwhile, Chuck’s nipple was still throbbing from the impact of a size ten and a half high-top. Chuck rubbed his chest and tried his best to not look like a complete pussy.

  Janet sauntered towards their new guest, her hips swaying in a way that said “come get some”. She hadn’t been dating Chuck for very long, and would have broken up a long time ago if not for her sister continually pairing them up on double dates, and stupid vacations. In fact it had all started because her sister Cassie needed a “wingman” in case Mikey turned out to be a complete loser. As far as Janet was concerned Mikey was enough loser to fulfill all the loser needs of a small village, but Cassie seemed to like him. He was scrawny, he had bad hair, and worked a dead end job. On top of that he was the type that got voted most likely to know the Klingon word for rutabaga back when he was in high school. Apparently he had one redeeming quality in Cassie’s eyes. The man was practically a human tripod.

  It was great for her sister. Afterall, even when they were kids and played monopoly with their grandparents…Cassie always did want the horse. They bought a game a few years ago to play together like old times, and Cassie threw a fit. They’d removed the horse piece. She pouted and refused to play until they finally ordered a horse from e-bay. Meanwhile Janet couldn’t help but look at Chuck and think that she’d gotten stuck with the thimble again.

  “Travelling, where did you come from?” Janet said while reaching down into the cooler. She made sure to bend over at the waste so that Jessup might appreciate the view.

  “New Orleans.” Jessup said. His eyes were locked on Janet’s swaying derriere.

  Janet stood up, and slid the cold can of beer across the top of her chest, “New Orleans? There isn’t a New Orleans anymore since the terrorists attacked.” She brought him the beer, and leaned over so that he’d get a great appreciation of her…assets. “Were you there?”

  Jessup didn’t answer initially. He was too distracted by the nipples standing out just under the fabric of Janet’s bikini top. “Terrorists? There weren’t no terrorists. It was the army that blew up most of the state.”

  Mike nudged Chuck and whispered, “Man you better get over there. He’s taking your girl.”

  “No shit. What am I supposed to do about it? The guy is built like a fucking pro wrestler.” Chuck snapped.

  “Well you could start by not being a pussy. At least get over there and mark your territory. Remember the plan dude.” Mike whispered.

  Unfortunately Cassie was standing right behind them both, “Plan? What plan?”

  Both men turned around like kids caught with their hands in the cookie jar. They tried to deny it, but after Cassie gave Mike “the look”, he folded like a deck of cards. “We were going to get you girls drunk and maybe…if you didn’t mind…and if the mood was right…and if you didn’t really object…we were…going to maybe switch out?”

  “So let me get this straight…you two…both of you…got it in your head that you were going to what? Get me and my sister to strip naked out here and the woods side by side while you two idiots took turns plowing each of us at your leisure? Well here’s the closest you’re going to get to that. Fuck you, and of course fuck you!” Cassie spat and then made her way over to her sister.

  “Oh come on, it was just a thought.” Mike groaned.

  “Don’t even talk to me now.” Cassie snapped back. She then walked over to her sister and Jessup and started telling everything.

  “I don’t think the swapping thing is going to happen dude.” Chuck grumbled.

  Both sisters eyed Chuck and Mike angrily, and then turned their interest back to Jessup. Mike groaned, “And there went my sex life. Shit…should have just kept my mouth shut.”

  “Do you think if we beg?” Chuck asked. Just then Janet sat down in Jessup’s lap and started playing with his chest. />
  “No dude, I think we just got our license to bang revoked, or at least suspended temporarily.” Mike grumbled.

  “What now?”

  “Well, let’s go over there and maybe try to smooth this over. Maybe once that dude leaves we might be able to get them drunk enough to take us back.”

  “Good plan.” Chuck said as he started making his way over to the girls.

  “So you really came from New Orleans?” Cassie asked.

  “Yep, when the soldiers showed up I knew it was time to get the fuck out of Dodge. I started hoofing it, and I haven’t stopped since.” Jessup said with a playful grin.

  “Oh poor baby, you must be so tired. You know, I have a tent over there if you’d like to lay down and rest for a little bit.” Janet twirled her finger in his shoulder length brown hair and tried to ignore her sister mouthing the word slut just out of Jessup’s field of vision.

  “Thanks…I might just take you up on it.” Jessup answered.

  “Hey? Where am I supposed to sleep?” Chuck asked.

  “With Mike. After all, we already know you two don’t mind sharing.” Cassie snapped.

  “But, where will you sleep?” Mike asked.

  “It’s a big tent, I’m sure my sister won’t mind sharing.” She said with an evil grin before she put an arm around Jessup. “Besides, it gets cold. Jessup honey, do you think you’d mind if we both snuggled up to you to stay warm.”