Best New Zombie Tales Trilogy (Volume 1, 2 & 3)

by James Roy Daley

  “Well, don’t skip dinner.”

  In his bedroom, Kirk called Randy on his cell phone. They’d spoken briefly that afternoon––Randy had wanted to come over, but Kirk had said he wanted to be alone. Now he told Randy about Officer McCready.

  “Why the fuck’s she wanna to talk to me?” he said, his voice becoming high and squeaky.

  “Because you were with me last night,” Kirk said. “And because you were a friend of Nat’s. That makes us suspects.”

  “I’m a suspect?”

  “Just calm down. Get out of the house if you don’t want to see her, but make sure you call Liz and warn her. We’ve got to get our stories straight. After we stopped at the AM/PM, we went out driving, nothing else, we just drove around. You drove us to––are you listening? This is important. You drove us to Redding and we drove around there for a while, then we went to Palo Cedro, and then––”

  “Palo Cedro? You said we drove out to Palo Cedro? You think she’ll buy it? Even people who live in Palo Cedro don’t drive through it after six o’clock at night.”

  “It was the first thing that popped into my head. We drove around in Redding, then drove out to Palo Cedro, then came back to Anderson on Deschutes. Got that?”

  “I got it, I got it.”

  “As soon as we hang up, call Liz and tell her, okay?”

  “Yeah. Then can I come over to your house?”

  “Not tonight. But plan on coming over early tomorrow. I’m going to need help.”

  “Help doing what?”

  “Deciding what to do with Natalie.”

  3.

  After dinner, Kirk went to his room and tried to do some homework. He couldn’t concentrate, so he played a computer game for a while. All he could think about was Natalie sitting alone out in the pool-house.

  There was a knock at the door and Mom came in. He was seated at his desk and she went to him, hugged him. She was plump, with short, curly blonde hair, and she smelled of the stew they’d had for dinner.

  “Oh, Kirk, baby, I’m so sorry,” she said. “Who would do such a horrible thing?”

  It took him a moment to realize she was still talking about the disappearance of Natalie’s body.

  “Can I get you anything, sweetheart?” she said.

  “No, I’m fine, Mom.”

  “If there’s anything you need, or if you want to talk, you know I’m always here for you. I just don’t understand how someone could do such a thing. Can you imagine why someone would do such a thing?”

  Kirk imagined Mom coming across Natalie in the pool-house and it gave him a chill. She would probably have to be hospitalized.

  She finally left, and he went on with his game for awhile, then stretched out on his bed. Time crawled along.

  He waited until he heard his parents close their bedroom door and the house became silent. He went down the hall to the bathroom and took from a shelf an aerosol can of pot-pourri-scented air-freshener. Back in his bedroom, he turned off the light. He stuffed a couple pillows under his blankets just in case someone decided to look in on him. He took a penlight from the drawer of his bedstand and climbed out his window.

  The night was damp and still and cold. The rain had stopped, but clouds blocked out the light of the moon and stars. Kirk moved silently across the back yard, around the covered pool, and went into the pool-house.

  The odor had grown stronger, but thanks to the cold weather, it was not as bad as Kirk had feared. He relied on his penlight instead of turning on the lights inside the pool-house.

  Natalie had not moved from her place on the toilet, but as soon as he entered the bathroom, she made a quiet, high-pitched sound and moved slightly beneath the sheet and afghan. Her eyes moved a little, but a milky film had developed over them and they seemed to have sunk deeper into their sockets. He put the can of air freshener on the counter beside the sink and closed his hand on her upper arm beneath the blanket, tried to move it. It was still stiff, but there was a little more give than before.

  “Nat, can you understand me?”

  She made a noise that sounded like, “Uh-huh,” but he wasn’t sure. Once she was able to move around, would she be able to walk and talk? Would she be anything like the Natalie he knew? And what was he going to do with her?

  It had seemed like such a good idea to go to Mrs. Kobylka and ask her to help him. But he hadn’t thought it through––he hadn’t even thought it halfway through.

  Natalie struggled as if her body were bound. Her cheeks were hollow and her cheekbones stood out against her grayish-yellow skin.

  “I’ll come back a little later, okay?” he said. “I promise, I’ll be back in a little while.”

  Before leaving, he sprayed the air freshener all around inside the pool-house.

  Back in the house, he put the can of air freshener on his bedstand, then stripped down to his boxers and got into bed. He did not expect to sleep, though––he had too much on his mind, too much to think about. But he’d slept little the night before, and it wasn’t long before he drifted off into a deep sleep.

  4.

  In his dream, Kirk was with Natalie. They were nowhere in particular. All that mattered was that they were together. They were lying down, Kirk on his back, Natalie on her side next to him, and they were kissing. She was naked and he stroked her silky skin. Her long black hair draped down and tickled his face as she threw a leg over him and straddled his hips. He moved his hands over her breasts, squeezed them, took one in his mouth. It was one of those dreams that was so vivid and immediate that he had no clue he was dreaming. He was lost in her, consumed by her––and then there was a terrible smell, the kind of smell that conjured images of dead and rotting animals on the roadside and squirming maggots. It filled his nostrils, his throat, and became bigger than the dream itself, until––

  —Kirk woke up coughing. There was a weight on top of him. When he opened his eyes to the gray light of morning, he thought for a moment he was still dreaming.

  Natalie was on top of him, naked and grinning, her dead eyes just inches above his face. Her puckered breasts dangled flatly from her chest. When she spoke, the odor from her mouth was vile. She said, “Kiss me, Frog Boy.

  - FOUR -

  1.

  Kirk’s erection had slipped out of his boxers and was pressed hard against something ice-cold and sticky-moist. The erection wilted immediately as Kirk struggled to get her off him. He closed his hands on her upper arms and was repulsed by what he felt––cold skin that was dry and scaly, reptilian in texture. Natalie’s thighs clutched him with surprising strength, but he rolled her off and fell out of bed. He hit the floor with a thud and sprang to his feet, hoping no one else in the house had heard the sound of his fall.

  As Natalie sat up on the edge of the bed, Kirk stood still a moment and listened for the sound of someone coming toward his room. He heard nothing. The clock on his bedstand read 8:57––his parents had already left for the day. He wondered if Kevin was home, or if he was spending the day with Jake again.

  The sash of the window he’d left open a crack had been lifted all the way up––Natalie had climbed through it as she had in the past. He considered closing it, but thought better of it when he got another whiff of Natalie.

  She stood and moved close to him. “Kiss me, Frog Boy,” she said again, smiling. Her voice sounded like a boot being pulled out of thick mud.

  The smell that came from her mouth was so sickening, Kirk gagged. He grabbed the can of potpourri air freshener and sprayed it around the room, then took the cell phone from the bedstand and punched in Randy’s number. As soon as Randy answered, he said, “I need you and Liz to get over here right away.”

  “‘Sup?”

  Kirk looked at Natalie. She stared at him with her head cocked to one side. Her whole body was a sickly blend of gray and yellow. Her skin was striated and scaly, breasts flat, nipples puckered. Her face was taut on her skull, sunken eyes bracketed by deep-set temples. She stared at him like a slow-witted chi
ld for a long moment, then sat down heavily on the edge of the bed, as if she were exhausted and bored.

  “Natalie’s up, that’s what,” Kirk said. “Call Liz. Tell her to pick you up in her car.”

  “Why can’t I use my mom’s car?”

  Natalie got up, went to Kirk, and knelt before him. “Let’s do it here,” she said.

  “I’ll tell you later,” Kirk said. “Tell Liz to bring some clothes, something old that she doesn’t care about. And some perfume, tell her to bring some strong perfume.”

  Natalie pulled his boxer shorts down with one tug and closed her other hand, cold and lizard-like, over his penis.

  “No!” Kirk shouted, jumping backward. He bent down and pulled up his boxers. “Stop that, Natalie, please. Sit down. Just sit down.”

  She stood and went back to the bed, dropped onto the edge and stared at him.

  “What’s going on over there?” Randy asked.

  “She tried to… she wants to… just get over here, okay?”

  “What are we going to do?”

  “I’ll explain when you get here.” He cut the connection and put the phone back on the bedstand.

  Natalie lay back and leaned on her elbows, spread her knees, and said, “Let’s do it here. It’ll be ex… ex…” She frowned a moment as she searched for the right word. “Exciting.” She pulled her dry, cracked, purple lips back in something that was supposed to be a smile. It looked, instead, like an expression of pain.

  Between her legs, her vulva had turned a deep yellow and glistened with draining fluids. The smell that rose up from her vagina was rank.

  Kirk had to turn away, unable to look at her anymore. He quickly put on jeans and a sweatshirt, socks and sneakers. Without looking directly at her, he said, “Natalie, you have to stay here, okay? Can you stay right here for a few minutes?”

  “Kirk?” She said the name as if she’d never spoken it before and sounded scared and confused.

  He turned to her as she sat up on the bed.

  “I’m…” She cocked her head again and seemed to have difficulty finding the word. “Hungry. I’m hungry.”

  “Just stay right here for a few minutes, okay? Don’t move.”

  Kirk opened his bedroom door and poked his head out. He looked down the hall, listened for the sound of someone else in the house. He stepped out of the room, closed the door, and went down the hall to the living room.

  “Kevin?” he called.

  The house was silent. He went into the kitchen.

  Apparently, his parents had decided to let him sleep instead of waking him for breakfast. His mother had left a note on the counter telling him Kevin was spending the day with Jake again. She wrote that he should not make plans for that night because Dad was bringing home a Christmas tree and they were going to decorate it.

  Something rubbed up against Kirk’s ankle and scared him so badly, he cried out and tossed the note into the air. He looked down to see one of the ferrets slinking around his feet. Mom had gotten them almost a year ago, but Kirk had never gotten used to their presence in the house. They made him nervous. Although Mom could somehow tell Bud and Lou apart, they were identical to Kirk’s eyes. He nudged the ferret with his foot and said, “Go on, Bud. Or Lou.”

  The ferret skittered out of the kitchen.

  Kirk opened the refrigerator to find something for Natalie to eat. He quickly made her a sandwich of turkey cold cuts and lettuce and wrapped it in a paper towel. He went back up the hall and stood at his bedroom door for almost a full minute. He did not want to go back in his bedroom and see her again. The person––the thing––in his bedroom was not the Natalie he had lost. It was certainly not the Natalie he had expected Mrs. Kobylka’s spell to resurrect.

  “Hungry,” Natalie said in the bedroom.

  Kirk wondered if she knew he was standing outside the door. Was that possible?

  He went into the bedroom and found her lying on her back on the bed, staring at the ceiling, hands flat on her flat belly.

  “Hungry,” she said again, talking to herself. She wasn’t aware he had returned.

  He kicked the bedroom door closed behind him. She sat up as he went to her and handed her the sandwich.

  Natalie stared at it a moment before taking it. She held it to her nose, touched the crust of the bread to her tongue, then took a bite out of it. She chewed clumsily, sloppily, as if she weren’t sure what she was doing, and pieces of meat fell out of her mouth onto her thighs. She bent forward and spit the rest of it onto the floor and tossed the remainder of the sandwich aside. It landed on the corner of the bed.

  “You’re not hungry anymore?” Kirk said.

  Natalie stood and bits of turkey lunchmeat dropped from her thighs onto the floor. She stretched out her arms and stumbled toward him.

  Kirk moved backward quickly, until his back was pressed against the door. She closed in and wrapped her arms around his neck. He shuddered at the sensation of her cold, scaly skin rubbing against him. Her face filled his field of vision and the closer she got, the more Natalie opened her mouth. The odor that came out of her brought tears to Kirk’s eyes and he pushed her away a second before her teeth clacked together. He reached behind him, grabbed the doorknob, opened the door and quickly backed out of the room. He pulled it closed and stood there clutching the doorknob with both hands.

  He took a few deep breaths as his stomach roiled with nausea from her horrible smell. But it was her attempt to bite his face that made him realize what a horrible mistake he had made.

  2.

  The doorbell rang. Randy and Liz normally would walk in without ringing the bell or knocking when they knew Kirk was home alone, but Kirk’s parents always locked the door when they left in the morning, even if someone was still at home.

  “Natalie, listen to me,” Kirk said to his bedroom door. “Stay in there and I’ll be back in a few minutes, okay?”

  “Hungry,” she whimpered.

  “Just stay there for a few minutes and I’ll be right back.” He hurried down the hall and opened the front door.

  Liz had a satchel slung over her shoulder. She patted the satchel and said, “I assumed you wanted clothes for Nat, right?”

  “Yes.”

  “My mom refilled her Vicodin prescription this morning,” Randy said with a grin. “I brought two for each of us.”

  Kirk closed the door and said, “Come into the kitchen, we can have Pop Tarts, or something.”

  In the kitchen, Kirk took a package of Pop Tarts from the cupboard and dropped three of them into the giant toaster.

  “Where is she?” Randy asked, looking all around with caution.

  “In my bedroom. And she’s hungry.”

  “Oh, fuck,” Randy said as he handed out the Vicodin. “Hungry for what?”

  “Not for Louis Rich sliced roast turkey breast, I know that. She almost took a bite out of my face.”

  “You were right, Liz,” Randy whispered. “She’s been reanimated. She’s a zombie. A flesh-eater.”

  “Come on, Randy, could you cut that shit out,” Kirk said, but without anger.

  “But that’s what we’re dealing with, right?” Randy said. “What if she’d bitten you? Is it contagious? In all the movies, if you get bitten by a zombie you turn into one. All I’m saying is, we should think about this shit and be prepared.”

  “He’s right, Kirk,” Liz said. “We should be careful around her. A bite could be bad.”

  As realization set in––Mrs. Kobylka had not given him Natalie, she had given him a reanimated corpse with a twist of cannibalism––Kirk was overcome by vertigo and swayed, grabbed the edge of the kitchen counter for anchor.

  “Dude,” Randy said.

  Liz said, “Are you okay, Kirk?”

  “I’m just trying to wrap my brain around all this,” Kirk said. The dizziness passed.

  The Pop Tarts popped up and startled them. Kirk opened the refrigerator and handed each of them a Mountain Dew, got one for himself. They drank the pills
down with the soda, then ate the Pop Tarts as they talked.

  “What are we going to do?” Kirk said. “Why did you want us to come in Liz’s car?”

  “Because nobody else drives Liz’s car but Liz, so they won’t notice the smell.”

  “The smell?” Liz said. “Hey, I’ll notice the smell.”

  “We’ll roll down the windows, Liz. I don’t have anyone else to ask, or I would. My car’s totaled, remember?”

  Liz thought about it a moment.

  “I’ve got air freshener,” Kirk said.

  Liz was reluctant. “All right. Where we gonna go?”

  “To see Mrs. Kobylka.”

  “Again?” Randy said.

  “This isn’t what I asked for,” Kirk said.

  “Are you sure, Kirk?” Liz said. “Think about it. That old lady might speak with an accent, but I bet she understands English just fine, and she’s probably going to hold you to whatever you said, word for word. What did you say to her?”

  While Kirk tried to remember his words, Randy said, “You said you wanted her to bring Natalie back. That’s all you said.”

  Kirk knew he was right. He had been no more specific than that. It hadn’t occurred to him that he needed to be––he thought bringing Natalie back would result in bringing Natalie back, not creating that hungry, smelly, decaying thing in his bedroom.