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 Wendle {m Fant Horr ZomB}

   {Story code notes: Yeah, I need to update that file, but anyways, Necr,
Asph, and Frot are dealt with there.  ZomB is for Zombie, not really apt,
but that's what the characters call them.  Viol is for violence, of course.
Lemme just say, this one's pretty fucked up, so if you want something
sweet, and fulfilling, look elsewhere.

   Also, Archam is (c) Howard Phillips Lovecraft, used without permission
from his estate.  It may be also taken as allusion to Archam Asylum, not
far from Gotham, (c) Detective Comics, but is actually up the Miscatonic
from Innsmouth, at the mouth, with Devil's Reef offshore, though none of
that is in here.

   Names, places, and activities are completely fictional, et cetera.}

   Wendle {mf Pica}

   "Whawah whon woh," teachers, "Whoh wonh wowoh."

   Sarah slipping down, curling over on her desk.  "HhLl," a sloppy snore,
like a death rattle, blowing her drool in micro ripples.

   "CHK," I start a little at the sound, slip my sharpener under the desk,
"chkhchkh." Muffle it in my fist.  Nobody looking at me, her in front of
me, bulge of teeshirt under her arm.  "whw," blow the burr off the tip.

   "Uh!" she jumps, fingers slapping over the tiny grey dot, "Oww!"

   But it's already back on my desk, under my hand, the other one up,
waving.

   "Yes, Wendle?"

   "KenI goto the bathroom?"

   "Wendie gotta wewe?" Leon batted his eyes, and pouted.

   "Yeah," and jack off, I let my grip relax on the sharp stick, let out my
breath.  "One of these days," I shook my fist, "I'll dot those eyes forya!"

   [Yeah, she lays before me, legs open, gash gaping, and I thrust into
her. her tits up, around her shoulders, then down, like she's standing.  I
stare into her eyes, and sink in again.  Yes, so pretty, tight, good big
tits, up, down, flat tummy, triangle pointing down between her legs.  Ohh,
yeah, tits up again.  Reach down to her, feel her, soft, up, down, up to
her shoulders, jaw.  Hhh, ahh yeah.]

   "Hh," I flip shut my spiral, "HhH," tuck the dull pencil in the binding,
"HuH," and both in my left back pocket.

   Officer Morgan

   I stopped by the Smiths, distraught over the death of their dog,
Sherman. A Yorkshire Terrier, it got pretty cold, and it might have frose
to death.  No visible external injuries, witness statements seem to
indicate it barked all night usually, "Every time a leaf fell," said a
neighbor, one Wendle Gallagher.  "At some point, last night, it just,
stopped."

   The mother, grief striken, seemed to displace from Denial to Accusation,
saying someone killed it.  "Evryone hated that dog," she said it her self.
I took the carcass to the vet for Necropsy, she signed off, and payed for
it.  He took a look, no sign of injury, like I said, and it was cremated.

   Mrs Smith is getting progressively paranoid, she may have to move up to
the Hospital, in Archam if she becomes a danger to herself, or others.

   Wendle {MF Fant Necr}

   [her pulse, on My thumbs, getting slower, softer, dimmer.  My hands on
her face, now, thumbs to eyes, I press up to look in them.  Slipping back,
dragging My tail down her, between her tits, bulging in My hands.  her
thighs open, sloping down to her hips, ^ to her pussy, My tail like a barb,
stabbig into her.  Crushing her tits, yanking them down, ripping back out
to stab in again.  her eyes flopping open from the force, grey, clouded,
cracks over the black holes.]

   Vicky {MF Frot Drug}

   "It's all right," feminine voice, "Just tell me what happened."

   "Well," long ragged sigh, "I went to this party, and I guess I got a
little too drunk and passed out.  Anyway, something bumped me, and I think
I said something cause he got off me."

   "We can run a rape kit," she offered, "If you like."

   Victim shook her head to indicate a negative.  "I still had my clothes
on, but my bra slipped off, and I saw his pants.  I don't know, I was real
drunk, and ran off to puke."

   "Did you see his face, could you describe it?" Shake, negative again.

   "I'm sorry," shrug, "I felt real sick, and hurried to the toilet, but he
was squeezing my chest, and rubbing on it.  All I could see was his jeans,
and his shirt."

   Noted that the victim, who chooses to remain anonymous, is ample in the
bust area.  A student at the high school, it was a teenage party, and was
eventually broken up for underage drinking.

   Wendel {MF Frot Aspy}

   Yeah, the music thumping in the background, like My heart in My ears. 
her head flopping to the side, but she didn't make a sound.  I saw her at
the party, looked in her eyes before she looked away.  I held her face,
down in the pillow, and she didn't even struggle.

   Oh yeah, big fat titties, held up by the bra, then free, wrapping around
Me, crushing, stabbing into her.  Fuck yeah, but she woke up again, moved,
and I had to stop.  "RlghH!" I stepped back in to the party, out through
it, to the night air.

   Next time, shove it down her throat, choke her with it, hold her neck
from above, almost enough to get hard.  I crouch under a tree, get out my
notebook, draw it from the side.  Twice, tit) this way, and (that.  I slip
back, flip the black cover over, and disappear into the shadow.

   "Thumpthumpthump," I can still hear the party, feel it on my thumb,
pulsing through my tail.  Stabbing in, choking off her breath, pulse dying
on my thumbs.  Oh, fuck yeah.

   Councilor

   Subject Wendel Galagher is increasingly withdrawn, introverted, and
untrusting.  I suspect some sort of abusive environment at home, but
without siblings, or freinds, and parents completely incommunicative, and
cooperative with the school board, I can't substantiate.

   My suspicion is neglect, emotional, and lack of interaction.  I do know
both work, late hours, and he lacks for nothing at home materially.  Well
fed, with no reports of bruising from his gym classmates.

   As you know, this is a small community, and any member's pain affects us
all.  Acted out on him, his treatment by the other students could also be
construed as borderline abusive.  Mostly just name calling, and taunting,
he has also been in fights which he is too introverted to have instigated.

   Unfortunately, my hands are tied.  We have neither the resources, nor
training for in house therapy, and the closest facility is in the County
Hospital at Archam.

   Deputy Sherrif Obedia "Obie" Griffith {MMm NS}
OB: "All right, tell me what happened."
Deputy: "Wellsir, it was that Gallagher boy, he"
WG: "Fuck you," rattling cuffs on bars, "Turn off that tape, where's my
fuckin lawyer!"
OB: "Settle down inere," a chukle, "Closest one's upin Archam, and we
ain't getting none o them up this timanite."
Dep: "He had thissir."
{In evidence, spiral notebook, black cover.  White border, and letters
blacked off with permanent marker.  Inside cover labeled "NECRONOMICON,"
with a 7 pointed star, Monster, or dragon face with mouth tenticals, and
words around it.  "Kthulhu," "F'tagn," and "R'lyeh," among others less

intelligible.}

   WG: "Hey that's mine!" admitted, "You can't lookin that, ILLEGAL SEARCH
AND SEIZURE!" Plain site, the deputy will attest under oath he saw the
suspect drawing under a tree.
OB: "Whehehell," paper flapping, "What have we here?"
WG: "Motherfucker!" almost growling, "I'll kill you, I'll Fucking kill
you, and Rape your Wife, and Daughter, and grandKids!"
OB: "You one sick little puppy, aincha?" flip, "Can't be mor'n one ovya
perverts round here." Deputy Ward chuckled.  Open to third drawing, Plate C
in attached reproductions.  "Dated'n everthing, why this's sameday that
girl got assaulted, at the party, wuzn't it?"
WG: Sobbing, "Give it back."
OB: "No?  I thinkill hang ontu thisn, for a while, till the results come
back from the county lab." Note, suspect resisted submitting a DNA sample.
WG: Grunt, of pain.
OB: "This'll do," pause, "Turnat off!"

   Wendle {MmZ Viol NS}

   CLCTCTCT!  I rubbed my wrist, and KLNn!, he locked the gate.

   Sherriff Obie said "Watch him," and left.  "All right," I banged on the
bars, "You kin let me out now."

   "I didn't hear that," the Deputy barely looked up from his pulp
paperback.

   "Well," I reached out, "You ken give me my bag, write?" No use wasting
my time, "So I ken finish my homework?" Yeah, right, be the first time I
cared about that.

   "Whatcha got inere?" he unzipped it, and pawed around.  No textbooks,
"What'sis?"

   "The Call of Cthulhu," and other Weird Tales.  "I got to do a report
onit."

   "Wha'sit about?" he looks over the back cover.  Just a bunch of reviews,
I didn't need the book, had most of it memorized.  "How d'yo say that?  Ch,
Cth,"

   "Kh'thool'hu," I guess.  Never heard anybody say it, even Metallica.

   He just kicks back, starts at "Dagon", if I remember right.  I slip
back, under the shadow of the top bunk, and mutter, "Ph'nglui mglw'nafh
Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn.  Azathoth, Nyarlathotep, Yog Sothoth."

   THUMP!  "Quiet," he gets up to check, "You." The door, another thump. 
Not a knock, but like someone fell against it, again.  "What the?" he
looked through the chicken wire, and glass window.  Opening it, "Are you?"

   She pushes in, Sarah, the vet's daughter.  Not a sound, but she almost
falls on him, arms comming up, but limp.  "Hey!" she grabs him, and her
head flops under his arm.

   Her mouth falls open, silent, but I expect a moan.  Her eyes are open,
but dead, no expression on her face.  "Yobedder cumin," he dragged her, but
it looked like she tried to bite him.  Still not a sound, dead silent, she
didn't even seem to be breathing.

   I got hard, despite myself.  I mean, I thought about her before, naked,
lying under me, her tits.  "UhHhN!"

   "Hey!" he jumped back, from her mouth on his arm, cloth ripping out of
her teeth.  "Whathe?" she snapped at him with her arms, "Holonow!" pushed
on the bars, arms up on her shoulders.

   "Click!" the first sound she made, teeth snapping together, cheeks
shaking, but still no expression on her face.  I see it, jump, "PLUCK!" it
out of the holster, and put it on the back of his head.

   "Hold it." he stops, but she doesn't.  "Where's the key?"

   "Uh," his sholders move, "Waita," his elbow unlocks, and she thumps into
him.  Just like the door, just the little weight of her body running into
him.  "Uh, aiiigh!"

   I step back, gun up, shaking in my hands.  All that blood, spurting out
of his shoulder, splashing on his neck, and hair, all over her face.

   "Klgc," wet sound, not spoken, but comming from her mouth, comming away.
"Twip!"

   I swear, something snapped back in her mouth, leaving an airbrush line
of blood on the bar, snapping inside her cheek.

   "Hlhlhlhlrgh!" wet rattle from him, slipping down the bars.

   KTHRHM!  it sounded like a thunderclap in the cell, and I was deaf for a
while after that.  She fell, blood, skull, and other stuff splashing out
the back of her head, and I nearly brained myself with the revolver. 
[Smith&Wesson Sheriff's Special .357Mag] on the barrel.

   "Fuck!" even my hand hurt, and like she heard me, she moved. 
"Fuckfuckfuck!" I ran to the body, fumbled around his belt, no keys, the
holder right there, but no fucking keys!

   "Twilp!" her blonde hair jumped, rolling to shew the back of her head,
the ruin with dirty yellowish grey tendrils rolling around it.

   "What the fuck are you?" the revolver shook in my hands, backing across
the cell, I dropped the speed loader.  No answer, just jumbling up, like a
Zombie, crawling up to it's knees, and trying to reach threw the bars,
flapping it's arms like the wire thin tenticals I thought I saw.

   No blood, on her back, neck, or head, just her face, dripping, hanging
open, .357 hole in the forehead.

   Hubert West, DVM {M NS}

   I must say that in a town this size, two Necropsies in one year is out
of the ordinary.  Both pets, I sent Sarah to bed.  This one a cat, I talked
to the father, the mother was at home, concoling the children.

   Apparently, Tiger was a bit of a hunter, I counceled them that it was
probably safe biologically, as there have been few recorded cases of
rabies, or plague in RI historically, none in Archam county from the seat
at Archam all the way down the Miscatonic to Insmoth, on the coast.

   Regardless, the symptoms were also peculiar.  Returning in the
afternoon, instead of hunting well into the evening, as was her practice,
it seemed progressively lethargic.  Even called to dinner, it dragged
it'self to the bowl, as if it's rear legs were numb, or paralyzed.

   The poor thing expired on the way to my office, and rigor mortis set in
before I had opportunity to examine the corpse.  Unusually rapid, I suspect
a paralytic, or neurotoxin, possibly a water moccasin bite.  Not far from
Cottonmouth Kills {(c) Psiberserker}, where the populations are legendary.

   Regardless, I checked for punctures, even to the point of depilating the
corpse, and found none.  Not even a flea, tick, or chigger, also unusual
for an animal who spent any time outdoors in this area.  I tried to take a
blood sample, for analysis at the county labs, but found the body
completely bloodless.

   There was also a resistance to the needle, like a fibrous material in
the dead vessel, but apon cutting it, I could find no evidence of this. 
Even under magnification, it appeared to be a normal, if dry veinous
vessicle with slack intact valve.

   I went to bed, hoping to have fresh eyes in the morning, but noted a
putrient odor, and color to the corpse.  As if dead much longer than hours,
perhaps days, though Mr.  Johnson swears she was alive, and active earlier
that day.

   Wendle {Mf/z Necr Rape}

   I calmed down, eventually.  Noone came to investigate the shot, and her
mindless silent groping got old after a while.  I wiped my hand on the
sheets, fixed my pants, and walked around.  She was like one of those
paintings, she turned to follow me, reached out sideways, but didn't get
up, or move over.

   Facing me, I couldn't see the open back of her head, or any motion
around what was left of her hair.  "Weird," I wished I could write some of
this down, draw it for you, but for some reason, I felt like I would
remember everything, never be able to forget.  I mean, I don't get
nightmares, but I could start any time, you know?

   I saved my shots, held onto the revolver, and reached across the bottom
of the bars.  She still didn't move, but was, like trapped by her arms in
the bars.  The handcuffs gingled out of the holder, but I was on the other
side of the body, aannd she couldn't quite reach me.

   I grabbed her wrists, CLCTCTCT the cuffs around them, and she kept
mindlessly reaching for me.  CLCTCTCT.  Now, about those keys, I took the
whole belt.  Leather with crosshatching tooled on it, the pouches, and
holders slid off.  "Right there," on the desk, but what do I got to work
with?  The baton, with a leather string tied in the end, and the belt might
be long enough to throw over, hook, and pull them over here.

   "Uhn!" it whipped out, smacked on the desk, and my hand went down to the
gun.  She jerked out, around at the sound, and even pulled an arm out, but
the cuffs held her.  I saw the back of her head, from the side, all them
things twisting around in there like a bucket of worms.  I almost threw up,
but pulled the belt back to try again.  "UhH!"

   Well, the way it worked out, I got pretty good at swinging the belt on
the stick like casting a fishing line.  It kind of rolled the keys back,
off the table, then I had the hardest time getting the belt to hit them,
and not the desk.  "Uh!" I swung sidways, rolling them across the floor,
and saw how her head followed the movement.

   "Hang on," I lapped the belt out again, and rolled them closer, "Almost
there, Sarah." Uh, I could reach them with the stick, slide them in, oh! 
Slipped off the ring.  Carefull now, "there!" now which one.  Yeah, the
weird one with cuts on both sides, reach around, "Ahh!"

   "SNAP!" she almost got my hand.  I got up.

   "That's right," I danced over to the other side of the cell, "Over
here." I grabbed the cuffs, CLCTCTCT!  pulled them tight, those great tits
smached against the bars.  Not too strong, for a zombie, I felt my pants
twitch, CLCTCTCT, locking her wrists to the bed frame.  Welded to the wall
by a / brace, she couldn't pull back from the bars again.

   KGNn!  I slid the doors open, hit her arm, but she didn't make a sound,
just rocked sideways with the blow.  "Now," I smiled, and dropped the keys,
"Sarah, where were we?" ZZZZip!  "Oh yeah," behind her, pulling up her
shirt, reaching around to feel them.  Round, and soft in my hands, heavy,
smashed into the bars.

   Cold, I felt for a pulse, around her neck.  "Ah!" I jumped back.

   "Thwil!" they lashed out of her head.

   "Okay?" I reached back down, around, grabbed them titties, crushed them
in my hands, stabbed back in her.  So cold, but she moved, twisted, yanked
the cuff chain on the brace.  "Yeah!" I pulled back to stab in again,
"FucK! yeah." They shook in my hands, slammed into the bars.

   Leon {MZs NS ZomB Viol Allu} {Allu is for allusion, in this case to
Resident Evil.}

   "Yeehah!" KRHNRhNrNrnrN!" I floated waitless in the harness, "KHNKH!"
bottomed out the suspension, and fishtailed in the dirt, "WooHoO!"

   DHRHRHRNH!  I shifted back up, dropped the clutch, and kicked the gas,
tearing out with roostertails like fins on the sides of my bed.  "KNK,
BDWdwh!

   "Ahfuck!" I slammed on the break, kicked the clutch, and killed the
motor.  PDWHWHW, "Gotdammit," I got out, and fanned at the radiator vapor.
"FUCK!" lesse what we kilt, I mosied back, ahnah, "Shit!" I ain't never
seen no blonde haired deer before.  But she moved, maybe she's not dead, at
least.

   "You allright, man?" I ran to him, "Aw jeeze?" really bad, man, looked
like all his arms, and legs broke, a bunch of ribs, blood all over like the
grill I payed almost a grand for.  "Kinya talk?" he didn't say nothin, but
turned to reach for me, pale eyes even lighter blue, no dark spots, and his
lips were gray?

   "Ah!" I crawled back, but his arm jus hanged, by the twitching muscle,
and he didn't even look like it hurt!  "Aw, cumon, say something, man!"

   Obie {M Solo NS}

   "Gotdammit!" I rolled over, and grabbed it fore it rung off the hook. 
"WHAT!"

   "M'muh?" Bessie rolled over, white curls covering her face.

   "Uh, Sherrif?" What timeisit?  "Your office, it's on fire." too early to
be getting light, across the street, to the south.

   "What?" I grabbed my britches, and pulled back the drapes to shew that
it was, indeed burning.  "Carn sarn it!" I buckled on my gun, "What's that
damned kid gone and done now?"

   Wendle, even my own son called him "Wendy." I knew that boy was trouble
first time I layed eyes on him.  He had all the earmarks of a bad egg,
always dressed in black, trenchcoat like them Columbine boys, listen to
that Devil music, and never talked to nobody.

   "Such a quiet boy," Like Dahmer, "Never bothered nobody," and Gacy, and
Bundy, and all them.  No unexplained fires, folks didn't tell about wettin
the bed when he shouldn't autta on acount of being to old, but there was
that dog turned up dead.  Couldn't never prove he killed it, but lotsa
folks talked about it.

   "WEAONNNNnnn!" the fire truck rolled up, but it took a while to put it
out.  I looked it over first, still smoking, and steaming, and shit.  My
deputy, chared naked to the bone, but his badge still recognisable.  "Ah
damn," better find out who else is missin.  Hadta be a girl, high school
age to look at the hips.  Cell wide open, cuffed through to the bunk frame,
wrists disarticulated from the arms, still in the cuffs by a blackened
stretch of leather, hair burnt off.

   "Ugh," half a skull, the back a blackened hollow bowl, barely shreds of
her clothes left.  Johns was a good kid, new wife I'd hafta tell later, and
whoever daddy's this one's.  "HuhH!" wipe my face, step back out, toss the
mask to the firemen.

   "Arrigt!" I got everbody's attention, "Rope this off," most of the town
here, "Nobody inner out till the coroner comes down and gets the bodies
except cops, and firemen." Not him tho, corsnot.  "Looks like we got a
fugitive on our hands, Murder, Arson," Rape, sexual assault, and that's jus
what I know about.  "You all know Wendel Gallagher, right?" Or at least
what he look like, nobody really Knew him, even his parents.

   I toled them, it ain't right.  A boys got to have parents, there.  Not
all the time, but with both them workin, drivin in and outta town on
commute, and no freinds, brothers or sisters, no telling what he was up to.


   "Now spread out," No gunbelt, "Nobody look alone, each team should have
one gun, he should be assumed Armed, and Dangerous.  Ifn you aint up to it,
head on home, and stay there till this's all over.  The res've you, line up
over here, and git deputized."

   Wendle {M Solo NS}

   "HhHuh HuH!" I don't see how they carry all this all day.  Soons I'm
safe outta town, I pitch what I don't need.  Radio, keys, cuff holder,
flashlight, everthin but the gun, speedloader, knife, baton, and belt to
carry it all.

   Still a whole lot of stuff, and the belt don't got enough holes in it, I
got to pull it out to the last one, and sling it over my shoulder.  I shift
it around, so the handle sticks out under my arm, but I ken reach back,
over my soulder for the baton like a Ninja.

   Black on shadow, I sneak between the farms, ranches, and feilds. 
"help!" I stop, quiet, muffled, on the wind.

   "No," I grin.

   "Somebody PLease HELP!" there, that little shed by the fence.  Lotsa
farms got them, on the border to cut back the kudzu, and nettles, string up
more bobwire.

   "Uhuhuhn," sobbing, a girl, got to be.  And dogs, I PLUCK!  out the
revolver, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, looks like regular pets, circling around it,
"Ahuhuhun!" Not a sound from them, no barking, growling, or even panting.
More of them, Sarah was the Vet's daughter, so they can infect animals, or
it's something else.

   Quiet, I sneak up.  "Momieee!" tails, and ears down, no wagging, or
other doggy expressions, just walking around, and around.  ThumP!  one
throws itself at the shed, drops, and gets up.  Like a zombie, lasy, jerky,
no reason to it, just slumping back on it's legs.  THumP!

   "AIAIAIAIAIAIE!" screams, they're all looking at the shed, THUmP!

   "Whack!" hard enough to break it's back, but it looks over, mindless,
opens it's mouth, but doesn't make a sound.  Crack!  Krackrackrack!  I
knock it's fucking jaw off, look around.  Most of them didn't even notice,
but one comes around, looks at me, starts heading this way!

   "KTHOOM!" lights up the night, and I think I need earplugs.  "THOOM!" it
go back up.  "Crack!" can't get me with broken legs, "THOOM!"

   Carrie {fm KO ZomB}

   I heard shots, fighting!

   "Open the door!" a crack, like splitting wood, "Cummon damnit, open the
fucking door!" THOOM!  I drop the brush hook, and hurry with the latch. 
there was already one screw gone, and he knocked another loose.

   "Wendie?" not the guy I expected to be my savior, "What're you doing
here?"

   "What the fuck're you doing here?" he turned, pushed his legs on the
dirt floor, and his back on the door.  THUMP!

   "Weel," I membered, "I went out for a walk with Polly," my dog, "And
this other dog come up, and she barked at him, and the other dog just kept
walking, didn't bark, or nothing!  Then, the big dog bit polly, and I
screamed, and ran, and the dog followed me, so I ran to the shed, and got
in, and the dog came, and more dogs, and even polly, but she wasn't
bleeding no more!"

   He nodded, "Han me thet tobifor," he flapped his hand, and I gave it to
him.  He kicked it down in the dirt, and under the one in the door, and it
thumped again, but didn't move.  They was thumping all around, but since he
come they was mostly thumping the door.

   "It's okay," I was holding my knees, and shaking, "I'm here now, and
they can't getcha, and as soon as I catch my breath, I take this here
brushook, and take care of them." CLKT!  he flopped the middle of his gun
out the side, and stuck in six more bullets at once, and dropped the little
plastic holder thing.

   "Where'd you get that?" looked like a deputy gun, even the belt over his
shoulder like a purse strap.

   "Off a cop," his eyes went down to my mouth, and chin, "No, I didn't
kill him, he was already dead."

   "Oh," I shivered.

   "Another Zombie got im."

   "Zombies!" really!

   "I guess," he shrugged, "I don't know what they are, but we got to call
them somethin."

   "Yeah," I guessed, "I didn't see no people, but I guess they're kinda
like Zombie dogs."

   "How long you been in here?" he hugged my shoulders.

   "Idaknow" I shrugged, "Since this afternoon"

   "Jou get any sleep?" THUMP!

   "Uh uh," couldn't, I was so scared.

   "Well try to rest," he layed me down on a fertiliser bag, "You're safe
now."

   "HRroakay," I yawned, I sure was tired, now I wasn't so scared.

   "Yeah," he smiled, and petted my hair, "That's right," and I closed my
eyes.  I was almost used to the thumps now, and mom says I kin sleep
through a marching band.

   Wendle {mf Rape KO}

   She drifted off, but I kept talking, asking her questions until he
stopped answering.  "They didn't catch you?"

   "Uh uh," her head moved a little, "They didn't run, just walked.  Like
in those movies I'm not supposed to watch." They'll give her nitemares. 
"Is this a bad dream?"

   "Yeah," I chuckle to my self, "It's all just a dream," for me.  Carrie's
a freshman, not much in the way of tits, yet.  Not near enough to fuck, or
hold onto when I stab into her.  "Carrie?"

   "Mn?" but helpless, passed out in my arms, exhausted, torn to a frayed
edge by the horror around us.  THUMP!  she doesn't even twitch, lets her
breath out in a sigh, relaxing, face goes slack, dying in my arms.

   Nope, not much tittie at all, barely a handfull, but soft, and round. 
"uh?" No bra yet, even, and warm, not like that dead bitch back at the
jail.

   Rinkydink small town two bit clink, couldn't hold me.  "Hhuh," I lay her
down, slip her shirt out ofer jeans.  Stinks of shit, and chemicals in
here. Such a waste, couldn't get some nice big titty chick in here, passed
out, helpless.  "Hn."

   "HhHhH!" my breath shudders, oh well, better make the most of it.  The
button pops on her jeans.  "THMP!" Cute little cotton panties, printed with
Barby.  Blonde, pretty, never moves, speaks, fights back, screams, or tells
anyone.  The perfect woman.

   "Huhuhuh," I chuckle, and slip them down the few fine hairs on her
tummy, where it comes together in front of her weak skinny pale thighs, in
the moonlight.

   Carrie {fm Rape Asph Oral}

   "Glk!" can't breathe, "KchH!" open my eyes, but still darkness. 
Heaviness, holding me down, crushing me, squeezing out my breath. 
Struggling, trying to fight, twist free, but my head is trapped, like a
vice!  "Ghn!" a little squirt of air through my nose, my throat twitching,
bulging, feeling like it'll crack, and split.  "Ph'nglui mglw'nafh,
wgah'nagl!"

   "Yeah," deep voice, buzzing over me, in me, through me.  Blood thumping
in my head, pulsing in my throat, around my neck.  Lights, twincling dots,
like stars, floating in my eyes, dancing like faeries, a rainbow of flashes
in the blackness, circling tighter, smaller, the darkness closing them in,
shutting them.

   Wendel {mf Oral Rape Asph Snuf}

   She passed out, dropped limp, relaxed.  "UhHhHhH!" my pulse, slipping
down my tail, pumping into her, filling her with it's thick white blood. 
"UhHnN!" THMP, "uh, huh Hhuh!" THMP!

   "Damn it," I pulled up my pants, brushed off my knees, threw on my
gunbelt.

   "Huh!" look around, might be something usefull.

   Gas Can, check.  Two stroke, smellt like, thick with oil, not quite a
gallon.  I put the unlit cigarette back in the pack, no glass bottles,
plenty of rags, she reacted to fire.

   Sarah, or her body anyway.  Not the rape, or even having her head blown
out really, even the tangy smell of any liquid accellerant I could find. 
Nice zippo, deputy Johns, is it?  Whoom!, and she shrank back, din't
scream, but got as far as her arms would allow, ripped the hands right out
of the sockets trying to get away.

   THMP!  And they can't run.  KXS!  Window breaks out, THMP!  right under
it, crunching mindlessly in the glass, but doesn't look up, over the maybe
3' sill.  "Huh!" step back, look over.  Eyes, looking back.  Can easilly
jump that, full grown shepard, or climb up the wall to look in, at least.

   Twine, tye it to the board, and play it up to the sill.  They see me,
come around, snap at me, but don't jump.  "Klicklicklic!" just reach up,
don't even lift their paws.  Intresting, I climb up on the roof, yank the
twine till I hear the board fall, "kunk!"

   "Huh?" I reach over, push in the door.  "AIAIAIAIAIE!"

   They move right in, forget about me, while I jump down, pick up the
brush hook where it flew threw the window, and hurry off.  "AIAIAIahgH!"

   Leon {MZs Viol}

   "KHCH!" I tuck another 12 bore of buckshot in the side, top off the
sidesaddle, and unfold the butt.  He just keeps crawling, braindead fars I
ken tell, it's a mercey killing.  "KHLlLl!" it echoes in the trees, and his
head explodes.  If he could'v ben feeling anything, he'd ben screaming from
most of the bones bein broke in his body.

   "The?" he moves, "KHCH!" pushes back up, tendrils flapping out his neck,
and the peices of his head still clinging to it.  My skin crawls,
"KHLlLlL!" THMP The shot cup falls out of the wound, and the tendrils. 
Some still flopping, but not whipping around, I go back for the jerry can.

   "Fuckin weird," glkglkglk.  KNK!, CHK!, Whoomph!  SNAP!  Fine, don't
beleive me, I know what I sawed, an I'll never forget it.

   "PhlLlLl," sounded close.  Not a shotgun, the ElC's dead without a new
radiator, overheated in about half a mile, these hills.  "PHLlLlL!" git
out, this way.  "PWHR!" over there.  Rifle, or Big fucking pistol.

   "Hh Hh Hh," come on, that the last,?

   "PHOW!" must be comming towards me, over here.  "SNAP!"

   "Hey!' I stop, "Wendie?"

   "Hh," he turns, "Hh Zombies, Hh 'bout three of them."

   "Where?" I raised her up to battery.  Cop gun, Smith, and Wesson .357
magnum, 7" barrel, and "A brush hook?" Most of the red paint worn off the ?
shaped blade, but no blood.

   SNAP!  I raise my shotgun.

   "Save your rounds," he pants, "Just slows them down." Clnk!  Pchwhoh!

   "What're you fucking Ashe now?" {(c) Sam Raimi.}

   "Hh," he walks up, closer.  "I killed two of them today, Hh, How you
doin?  Uhn!" he still throws like a girl.  And it rolls down the hill,
burning rag flapping.

   "Got anothern them Moltoffs?" yeah, well I used to QB when you's still
in grade school, kid.

   "Here," quart, Mickeys, no stitches, but a nice cone at the end.

   Clinkt, "Uhft!" nice spiral, spinning flame through the night.  kxt! 
waay yonder on datdere rock.  whooph!  It just twisted, fell, rolled, and
burned.  Tied, now let me see you keep up.

   BLAM!  Damnit, he swung overhand, "Uhnt!" THOCK!, and saved my fucking
life.  Oh, haelnah.

   KHLlLl "No!" it explodes in a mass of whipping tendrils.  "I just lets
them out." KXSH!  WHOHRHRH!  I jump back from the sudden heat, and flames.
"Gimme that!" he jerks my gun right out of my hands, "You pitch."

   I take the bottles, already got my Zippo {(C)} Lite a Red, and puff
smoke in his face.  "Arright," I chew on the filter, "what the fuck's going
on here?" I'll get that gun away from him sometime, and kick the hell out
of him later.  I'm not stupid enough to grab for it now, when he's
expecting it.  "Wendy," he's a pussy, but he can still blow me in half.

   Wendle {mM NS ZomB Viol}

   I wipe the handle on my coat, "Here," hand him the cop gun.  Last shot,
anyway.  "Far's I ken tell, these 'Zombies" are some kinda parasite,
segmented like tapeworms, but round instead of flat, and smaller tendrils
on someovthe segments.  There ain't no grey matter left I can see, so I ken
only assume they eat it, and take it's place to control the body."

   "Aright," good, he doesn't check the cylinder, just takes the holser,
and slings on the last three coctails.

   "Any gas in that can?" he sloshes it.

   "Yeah," let him carry the load.  Big, strong, and dumb, but he's been
shootin since I been in diapers, and can probably hit with that last shot.
Out of my eleven, I got about a 2% accuracy, and it kicked like a mule
anyway.

   "Good," KHCH, "There's still some bottles you and your buddies didn't
break over by Wino Hill."

   "We need to get to my uncle's house," he said, seriously.

   "What for?" sidesaddle, 5 spare rounds, nice, I tucked one in, tried
another, and put it back.  Make that 4.

   "Ammo," right, Uncle Ted, who do you think taught him to shoot?

   "Right," Fall off jean shorts, rope belt, wife beater, checkered shirt
without buttons, or sleeves, gimmie cap with a fucking bottle opener on the
brim.  "Wheresat?" Perfect specimine of the North American Redneck.

   "Week'n swing by Wino Hill on the way."

   Leon {M Solo Guns}

   So, I had enough for almost 4 more quarts, but it didn't have the motor
oil to make it thin Napalm in it.  I stuck with those tho there's way more
fifths, and sixers, not'a mention cans cause they fly so good.

   Wendie said "Towns most likely to be infested on account of all the
people." Like, right out of the Zombie Survival Guide {(c) Max Brooks,
2003} Turns out he read it, big fucking surprise.  All "trenchcoat mafia",
but the only one in town, some of the CK kids dressed likeat.

   "Fuck," they were swarming the place, CLNK!

   "Wait," he put his hand on my arm, "If you clear the Wooden porch with a
Moltov, then that kinda defeats the purpose when the house catches fire,
and burns up all the ammo."

   "Oh," good point, "Yeah."

   "Let me lead them off, so you ken go in, and do your thing." he starts
heading up the driveway.

   "Trina be a fucking hero?" still ain't caught up, 3-4.

   "No you fucking inbred idiot," he whispered harshley, "I ken run," he
pointed, "they don't, now hurry fore I change my mind!"

   "Aright," I start to follow.

   "noOo!" he tries to hush, "stay down, don't make no noise so they follow
me, then SNEAK, up." HuH!  he rolls his eyes, and turns back.

   "Fucking control freak," I get down like he says, "Thinks he knows ever
gotdam thing."

   "shhhh!" He runs up, "Hey Guys!  BRAAAIIINNNS!" and takes off running.
Not a sound, they just turn, walk after him, don't even raise there arms.
KDK, one topples down the stairs, then they all fall, and climb up, take
forever getting to their feet.

   "Come On!" he waits, and I start up, "NO, not you!" They don't even look
over, just start walking after him, dissapearing into the trees.  thmp,
ththmp, they stomp after him, almost aimlessly.

   "Huh," I get up, scratch my beard, "He was right." Cheif Obie was in
that croud, wearing a gun, but ignoring it, mindlessly groping through the
dark.

   "KhlLlLl!" it echoed down to erie silence.  Quiet as I ever heard, too
quiet, even the chickens wernt clucking.  I checked the coop, they were all
huddled as far back as possible.  "Hh," they shivered, moved farther back,
but breathed.  "Birdbrains," no wonder the nerve eating parasite didn't
break through the mesh, or maybe it only works on animals with fur, teats,
"mammals."

   "Thinks he's so smart," I find a note, torn off the nail, and stepped
on, both sides.  Uncrumpling it, I flip it over.

   {Headed fer th hills!} Uncle's hand writing, {Shot th shit outaem, the
just don't die!i!}

   "Hh," locked, spare key still in the planter bowl.  CLKT!  EHhhnnNN! 
Cleared out, took as many guns, and as much ammo as he could carry, but had
a much bigger collection that.  I spun the dial, left, right left, turned
the handle, Lesse, double barrel, to long, but 12 gauge, what the fuck. 
Nice tight pattern on the left barrel, wide right, hammers, and a single
trigger/action.  CRAWK, tuck in a couple Magnums, and take the box.

   Oh yeah, .357, barely a dent in the case.  No speedloader, I swing out
the cylinder.  "Fucking dick!" eject all but one casing, empty.  "Mother
fucking," I tuck in five more, sit down, no speedloaders.

   Wait, the bed's not moved, so I flip it back, smash down with the butt,
and pull back the loosened boards.  CRHNC?  "Yes," reach down, "Oh yes,"
cradle the plastic swaddled bundle of joy, "UhHhHhN!" Like cristmas, I tear
it open, whipe the grease off my hands, look lovingly at the blued steel,
oiled shiny.  "OhH!"

   CLACKT, I stomp in 30x9mm with the heel of my hand, pull back the
handle, KLC,KLACKT!  "UZI, accept no substitutes." {Allu, Air America.}
With these targets, a TMP would be more appropriate, but I'm not
complaining.  I look up, at Uncle's old typewighter, and shake my head. 
{Resident Evil, /Allu}

   "Now," where did I see that, "There!"

   [THE ZOMBIE SURVIVAL GUIDE] [COMPLETE PROTECTION] [FROM THE LIVING DEAD]
An M1 Carbine crossed over a matchette, [MAX BROOKS] {(C) 2003, ARR.}

   "PoOoOh!.," Better bail out,..

   ..,Wendel {mZs Viol}

   "PLOOM!" and I thought the magnum kicked, but it could hit 2, or three
of them, knock them into each other, off ballance, give me pause.

   "RhnNH!" it dropped on the sling while I hauled the brush hook around
two handed.

   THOCK!  right at knee level and he buckled, fell over, taking another
down with him.  "NhHnN!" I retreated, bringing the hooked polearm up
between me, and the third one.  "RHNH!" GWISH, sickening fleshy slip, felt
it all the way up the handle as I jerked it up in a stab to it's belly. 
"Nyah!" it jerked out of my hands, and I backed up.

   KHCH!  "Hh Huh!" PROOPH!  almost deaf, all I can hear is the thump in my
chest.  Blasting the thigh of the one trying to get up, the leg doesn't
work with the muscles shredded likeat, and he THUMPs to the ground.  KXS!
TNK, WHOOMPH!

   I jerk the hook out before it burns, use it to prod, and hack the bodys
back in the flames.  "KHGH, COUGHCOUGH!" Hard fucking work, how'd I become
hell's janitor?  "Oh, yeah!" I grin.

   "Hey," Leon comes back.

   "Jesus!" he tosses me the book.  "Please," I turn it over, "Half of this
is good, and half'll get us killed."

   "[1.  Organise before they rise!], aw comeon!  [2.  They feel no fear,
why should you?] Useless.  [3.  Use your head, cut off their's.]
Decapitation doesn't work, I seen tendrils drag heads, and one of the dog's
pulled his back on!  [4.  Blades don't need reloading.] Now that works!" I
look down at his orange handled matchette.  "The rest of this," I pitched
it on, "Crap fiction, useless to us right now."

   "Wait!" he doesn't burn himself trying to snatch it from the flames.

   "No," I pushed him back, "You wait, Leon!  This isn't a drivein movie,
or a Vidio Game, or some fictional book," I waved at the flames, "They're
mindless, parasite puppets, not even fucking zombies!  Is that an Uzi?"

   "Why yes," he grins like Mel Gibson, "It is!  Self defence is no
laughing matter, that's why I carry an Uzi!" {/Allu} I laughed.

   Uzi, and machette, "Hahaha!" great combo.  KTHOOMml.  "Guns don't stop
bullets.  Drop the gun on his body, pick up the combo, and maybe find
someplace I can get some sleep.

   First, I pull out my spiral, by now wadded up in my back pocket, to be
used as evidence against me.  "WHhHhH!" it peels back, blackens, disapears
in the flames.  I sigh, maybe I can make it to CK by sunrise.

   "YeahH!"

   "Wuzat?" the deputy looks up from his book.

   "Nothing," I tear the pages out of my school spiral, "Ken I go to the
bathroom?" I'll wipe my ass on it, flush it down the toilet instead.  Never
make that mistake again.

   KGNn!  "Wuzat?" he snatched the pages from my shirt, "Yer book report?"

   "Damnit!" I mean, "Yeah!"

   "RighHht," he looked them over, "Go'on!" He shoved me in.

   "HhH!" I shook with rage.  "Fucking country bumpkin hillbilly redneck
PIG!"

   THMP, the mirror didn't even break, just bent, tough plastic, tougher
than my wrist.  "I'll show him," his pretty little wife, I'll get outta
here, and go See her, naked, laying motionless, eyes staring dead, up at
Me. her tits shaking up as I stab into her, them, punch fuck them with the
knife until they're shreads, bloody, gashes splitting open like a pussy.

   "HhHhH!" It splashes in the sink, looking yellowish on the white
porceline.  zZP!  "Hh Huh H," catch my breath.  KWHLlLl!

   "Hey," he pats me on the back, "You rite pretty good kid!"

   "Wh?" I shake my head, at least a page into it, "You likeit?"

   "Hhuh," he chuckles, leading me back.  "Yeah," his holster's still
empty, two useless clips on the other side of the belt.  [.357Sig] "I mean,
it's some pretty sick twisted shit," can I grab the baton, snap it out to
full lenth, and knock him unconcious that fast?  "but it ain't like that
book you give me, withn it's weird words, like 'Shewn'."

   "It's just Shown, with a E," I pointed out.

   "Sure'nuff," he picked it up, butterflied on the table.  "Keep writin,
kid." He shoved me back in, and reached to swing the gate shut.  CGNn! 
Scratching hiself, he sits down, puts his feet up on the spine, and flips
open my Black Book.

   "Hey!" I reach through the bars.

   "Shutup, an keep writin," he lookes back, picks up a pen, and starts
chewing the cap.

   "Fucking asshole," I mutter, "Yeah, I got a story for you." That one's
got pictures, he grunts, and crosses his legs.  Or maybe one where I win
him over, get him to let me out, turn him.  "Yeah."

   "Don runoff, now," he grins, looks down, picks up his keys.  Mosying
back to the toilet, he takes off his belt, licks his thumb, and turns the
page.

   Arright, I get to work, he likes what I got so far, probably jacking off
to the old shit, so.  "Yeah," Necro, the victimless crime.  No bodies
around, so strangle them first.  What's his wife's name, Julie, so can't
call her that, but "Judy," close enough.  Try to remember what she looks
like.

   KLGLgloq!  "Ahh!" he zips up his pants' buckles his belt over his belly.

   Brunette, decent tits.  POOT!  he grunts, shifts.  Exaggerate his cock
size, make him a Real Man, long enough to still see it.

   "Hehehe!" I cover my chuckle.  I start humming to myself, then whistle
the violine theme.

   "Hey, wasatcher wislin?" He sets down the black book, picks up the new
story.

   "Shaherizade'."

   "Huh," he gets up, drops his belt in the seat with a THOCK!

   "Hey," he walks up, "Kini getcha somethin?"

   "How 'bout a beer?" only about five years early.

   "Sure," he grins, walks back to the desk, "But I got somethin stronger."
Pulling out the drawer, he winks, and lifts a half gallon of whiskey by the
Handle.  {Evan Williams}, he screws off the cap, "Wanna shot?"

   "Sure," just for how perverse it was, getting it underage from a cop,
Deputy, "Ward."

   "Ah, You can call me Howie," he takes a belt straight.

   "KHAgH!" I almost drop the paper cup from the 5 gallon stand.

   "Smooth, eh?" he winks, "Wanna nother?"

   "Sure," my voice cracks a little, and I clear my throat, "KHhl!  That'd
be great," as deep as I can make my voice.

   "Kinya 'splane somethin t'me?" He held up the blue book, finger holding
the page.

   "Sure," he opens it.

   "I ken't make out what this guy inth house is sayin'," I look up, "The
Picture in the House." oh, that one.

   "Oh," I looke down, and translate.  "Here he's talkin bout the Picture
in the Necronomicon, the one with the cannibals in Africa?"

   "Oh yeah," he raises his eyebrow, and grins.

   "Yeah," I nod, "He really likes it, and it gives him ideas."

   "Nother shot?" glGlkLK, it splashes brown from the bottle.  "GLK!" it
bubbles, and he tilts it down.  Wasn't it way fuller that that?

   Did I black out?  CGNn!, "Uhn!" turning my head was a bad idea.  It
stopped, but nothing else seemed to.

   "Hh, HhH!"

   "Wh?"

   "HhHhH!" CLCTCTCT!
   {;)}