The Undead the Second Week Compilation Edition Days 8-14

by RR Haywood

  ‘Erm…what you want me to do then?’ the inmate asks, confused.

  ‘Dumb motherfucker, have I got to think for you? Stay the fuck here.’

  ‘I’m Colin.’

  ‘Why the fuck are you telling me your name? Are we on a date? Are we holding hands and eating mother-fucking popcorn?’

  ‘Sorry Randy.’

  ‘Just shut the fuck up.’

  ‘Okay.’

  ‘I said shut the fuck up.’

  ‘Okay.’

  ‘Say okay one more time and see what happens, go on motherfucker, say it…say okay again…’ Colin stares at the wild bulging eyes locked on his face, feeling the word forming in his mouth and fighting with every ounce of his being not to say the word. ‘Your lips are moving…I will beat you to death right here you motherfucker.’

  Colin nods, clamping his lips shut and willing himself not to speak. Looking away he feels Randall’s insane gaze boring into him, shifting uncomfortably he spots the crowd starting to move towards them. He looks back at Randall, desperate to tell him but too fearful of the consequences. He makes eyes, widening his lids and pointing to the left, back at Randall then rotating his eyes again.

  ‘What the fuck is wrong with your eyes? Why you doing that? Quit doing that.’ Colin grimaces, still too afraid to speak. Nodding his head he starts motioning across the grass, the movements increasing with range each time.

  ‘Crazy motherfucker is having a fit,’ Randall mutters with a look of disgust. He glances across the ground, noticing the crowd walking towards them, the male and female clearly in the lead. ‘Shit, they’re moving…why didn’t you say something fuck-ass? Come on, move.’ They scurry back to the wall, keeping low until they reach the edge. Randall takes one last look, noticing the still crowd not making any noise, all of them walking in the same manner, a steady shuffling gait with stiff legs.

  ‘What the fuck,’ he mutters. He pushes Colin back from trying to edge forward again, giving him a glare in the process. Turning back he picks up on something not being right, the dynamics of the crowd just isn’t right. Something about them…too quiet…too still, all heads facing forward.

  ‘Get moving,’ he urges the inmates after moving back behind the safety of the wall. They start running back up the access road.

  ‘Not there you dumb fucks, go up the road,’ Randall calls out, his voice muted but still conveying a level of aggression. The inmates veer away from the gate they were heading towards, Randall shaking at his head that they’d go back to the same place for somewhere to hide.

  The days of fighting, getting very little food, being up all night working on the wall and then fighting like crazy have left them exhausted. Within a minute they’re struggling for breath and jogging along with heavy legs and sweating faces.

  Glancing back they keep going, aiming for the curvature of the road as it turns at the end of the wall. Randall drops back, physically shoving and threatening the stragglers, not caring if they get hurt.

  They get round the corner, moving a few metres down before stopping to rest their backs against the wall, coughing and spluttering, bent over and breathing hard. Randall creeps back to the corner, staying low and peering down the road, cursing as he sees the crowd are already round and walking into the road. He watches closely for any sign that they saw them. None of them break away or start running, instead they keep the same steady movement with the male and female at the front. Without the trees and shrubs, and being on an open road contained between two high walls means the view is sharper and unobstructed. The man and woman are talking, nodding their heads as they speak. None of the others are joining in, just walking at exactly the same pace and looking forward.

  The sight unnerves him, the sheer volume of people walking so quietly without any motion other than the steps they take.

  ‘What they doing?’ Colin whispers in his ear causing the big American to flinch at the warm breath on his skin.

  ‘Take your fucking mouth away from my ear.’

  ‘Sorry Randy…what they doing?’

  ‘Walking towards the gate.’

  ‘Walking towards the gate?’

  ‘Yeah that’s what I said…walking towards the mother-fucking gate.’

  ‘Okay…what they doing now Randy?’

  ‘They still walking towards the gate, man you are annoying, did anyone ever tell you that?’

  ‘Huh,’ Colin chuckles, ‘you’re funny.’

  Randall turns his head slowly, not quite believing anyone could be this dumb. Colin stares back, grinning stupidly. His face bruised and a cut above his right eye. He glances down, looking at his large hands and the bruises on his knuckles.

  ‘What they doing now Randy?’ He asks again, still grinning like it’s a game. Randall feels his neck tensing, a deep longing to hit the man grows in his stomach. Gritting his teeth he turns back to the road, watching as the crowd get closer to the gate.

  ‘Still walking,’ Randall whispers.

  ‘They’re going slow then aren’t they Randy, you think they’ll see the bodies?’

  ‘You mean the two hundred dead bodies we left next to the building with the big fucking hole in the wall?’

  ‘Yeah them.’

  ‘Yes they’ll see the bodies you dumb-ass fucking retard, man how the hell did you survive every day? Did someone get you dressed in the mornings?’

  ‘Huh don’t be silly Randy, I can dress myself,’ he nudges the big American jovially.

  ‘Touch me again and I’ll kill you.’

  ‘Okay, sorry Randy.’

  ‘Some are going in the gate, the rest are waiting on the road…who the fuck are these people? Where the fuck they come from?’

  ‘You want me to go and ask them Randy?’

  ‘Yeah great fucking idea.’

  ‘Okay.’

  ‘Get your dumb-ass back here, you crazy motherfucker.’

  ‘Sorry Randy I thought you said…’

  ‘Shut the fuck up.’

  ‘Okay.’

  ‘They’re just standing there doing jack fuck all, ain't no talking…ain't none of them moving either…this is fucked up, holy shit they’re all looking this way…motherfucker that is the creepiest thing I ever saw,’ he jerks back behind the wall, turning to face Colin, ‘they all just turned and looked up the road, together…all of them at the same time.’

  ‘What does that mean Randy?’

  ‘How the fuck would I know that? Quit asking dumb questions.’

  ‘What they doing now?’ Colin grins.

  ‘And quit grinning…fuck they’re all turned this way now, just fucking standing there…’

  ‘Can I see?’

  ‘No, and get your fucking hand of my shoulder, I told you I’d kill you if you touch me again.’

  ‘Sorry Randy, I forgot.’

  ‘Some are coming this way…one of them just run inside the gate.’

  ‘We better go,’ another inmate says from a few feet away.

  ‘They going slow, we got time,’ Randall says, his eyes fixed on the small group shuffling away from the main crowd and heading their way, ‘the one just ran back the gate…looks like she saying something to the group coming our way, they’re going back…holy fuck!’

  ‘What? What is it?’ Colin asks excitedly, desperate to peer round the wall and look.

  ‘They got chicks coming our way…hot ass chicks.’

  ‘Fuck off!’ the inmate from earlier says disbelieving.

  ‘Man I am not joking…There are several hot ass bitches heading our way.’

  ‘You’re having a laugh mate.’

  ‘Look for yourself, just stay low.’

  ‘Can I see Randy?’ Colin pleads.

  ‘No, sit your dumb-ass down and let the man get through, stay low and look, tell me my mother-fucking eyes ain't broken.’ The man drops down, inching forward until his head reaches the end of the wall, he peers down the road, shaking his head in wonder.

  ‘He ain’t joking lads, one, two, three,’ he
counts silently, eyes flicking from woman to woman, ‘eight women coming this way, look at them legs, fucking hell they go all the way up.’

  ‘I fucking told you,’ Randall whispers.

  ‘What’s going on? Why they coming this way?’ The man asks, unable to drag his eyes from the women.

  ‘Hell I don’t know, but we’re leaving right fucking now.’

  ‘Leaving? You’re having a laugh aren’t you? Have you seen them women?’

  ‘Man this ain't right, we’re getting the fuck out of here.’

  ‘Randy you’re on your own mate, I’m staying right here.’

  ‘I said we’re going motherfucker,’ Randall snarls.

  ‘Who put you in charge? Get fucked, I’m staying right here.’

  ‘Man I will beat you the fuck to death…’

  ‘Yeah will ya now? And I’ll shout my fucking head off and get all them people running this way…fuck off if you want but I’m staying here.’

  ‘This ain't right. This ain't mother-fucking right, something…fuck this is fucked up, I’m going…who coming with me?’

  The inmates stare at each other, several having whispered conversation. Colin steps close to Randall, showing his loyalty. Some others walk towards him, nodding and agreeing to come with him.

  ‘Yeah fuck off,’ the man on the ground chuckles quietly, ‘leave more for the rest of us…but I reckon if you’re going you do it now, cos they’re getting closer.’

  ‘You dumb-asses, fucking crazy dumb-asses,’ Randall growls.

  ‘Yeah you dumb –arses,’ Colin says. Fifteen men join Randall as he marches off, building up to a light jog as he moves away from the corner. The rest of them stay behind the wall, licking their lips as the man on the ground whispers about the girls long legs and tits bouncing about. The fifteen sense Randall's concern, the hardest man in the prison being spooked is enough for them to follow his lead. They run away moving down the road alongside the wall. A high fence on the other side keeps them funnelled. Randall leads them to the end of the fence, hastening them over a gate and into the undergrowth. They filter into the bushes and trees, moving stealthily back along the fence line to watch the remaining men hiding behind the wall.

  The inmate left at the wall on his belly, greedily watches the girls walking towards him. Long years cooped up with just the male form and the lust for sex is stirring his loins. He goes quiet, ceasing the narration as his mouth dries up at the sight of the beautiful women. Long legs, full figures, perfect arses and breasts straining against flimsy tops. Long hair cascading down elegant necks and slim shoulders, tanned skin, alabaster tones and all them looking even more alluring with sunglasses on.

  Must be models. You’d never see women like this normally, even the average Saturday night in the town centre wouldn’t see such a group of stunning women all together. The inmate fixes his gaze on the woman in the centre and a step or two ahead of the others. Long curly blond hair that weaves and bobs as she walks, fine legs dressed in tight jeans and a vest top. He finally looks past the girls, spotting the crowd disappearing from view into the prison gates. Shaking his head at the good fortune, not considering why the rest would be going into the prison but locking his eyes back on the blond at the front.

  Urgent whispers call out from behind him, inmates demanding to know what he can see. He doesn't reply, his tongue glued to the roof of his dry mouth. Swallowing nervously he mutters something unintelligible. The men, impatient for an update creep up behind him, stepping out to take a peek and standing still at the sight walking towards them. One by one they move out, all of them struck dumb. Hands quickly smooth hair down, wipe blood away and try to fix their filthy clothes straight.

  ‘Dumb motherfuckers,’ Randall mutters to himself from the safety of the undergrowth, lying low and staring through the chain link fence at the inmates as they put themselves on full view. Even now he realises something isn’t right. The girls didn’t flinch at the sight of the men stepping out from the side of the wall. A bunch of desperate men, covered in cuts and bruises, dressed in filthy prison clothes and they didn’t flinch, didn’t look at each other, didn’t break stride. Nothing.

  April watches with interest as the men step out from behind the wall. Their foul stench, of shit, piss, sweat and blood, had indicated the route they took and now here they were. Big hardened men all stepping out to stare at her and the undead women.

  ‘Hi there,’ she smiles, showing white even teeth. The women all smile, all of them showing what appeared to be genuine pleasure at finding the men there. This was a perfectly normal thing to happen, a good thing, a nice thing which gave them pleasure.

  ‘Hi,’ the inmate, who had been lying on his belly watching them, replies, his voice low and hoarse.

  April smiles at them, looking from man to man as she silently counts. Thirty men and eight women. It will please Marcy greatly if she can turn these men without losses. They look tough, fresh cuts and bruises from fighting. A straight forward attack will incur losses, she must use their desire and lust against them.

  ‘What’s going on? I mean…what’s happening?’ The inmate asks, ‘we heard something bad had happened.’

  ‘It has,’ April says sadly, ‘a disease has wiped out millions of people.’ She walks forward, smiling at the man, the expression on her face conflicting with the words she speaks, ‘millions have perished, societies have fallen, everyone is suffering…there’s not enough food to go round and dangerous people are forming tribes to take what they can.’ She weaves between the men, smiling as they take in her form, eyeing her legs and arse. ‘We need protection,’ she continues, ‘those people down there are scared and afraid, we decided to come to the prisons and find some tough men to protect us.’ She turns round, watching as the women copy her actions, all of them moving between the men, smiling at them coyly.

  ‘Protection?’ The man laughs at the thought of Randall running off.

  ‘Yes,’ April continues, her voice still flat but going unnoticed, ‘and in exchange you can have what you want.’

  ‘What we want?’ The inmate repeats.

  ‘Yes,’ she smiles at him, ‘what you want…what you need…what you’ve missed…’ her voice trails off. The man breathes deeply, his eyes misting over.

  ‘Who…who is attacking you?’ He asks slowly.

  ‘Local men, gangs but nothing like you, not as big and tough as you.’

  ‘You’ve got nice tits,’ an inmate sighs at the chest of a woman straining against her top, she smiles at him, pushing her chest out as his mouth drops open.

  ‘So they sent you to ask us?’ The first inmate asks.

  ‘No,’ April smiles, ‘we volunteered.’

  ‘Volunteered?’ He asks swallowing noisily.

  ‘Yes, there’s plenty more women in our group but we said we’d come and ask you, maybe see if you needed convincing.’

  ‘You must be desperate then.’

  ‘Very…very desperate,’ she steps in close to him, her face inches from his, he stares at his own reflection in the sunglasses.

  ‘I have an eye infection,’ April says, ‘they’re very sore…but we can’t get the medication as one of the gangs took it all…’ she slides her glasses off, showing the man her red bloodshot eyes. He flinches from the sight, taking a quick intake of breath.

  ‘Christ love,’ he says.

  ‘I know…I need the medicines but no one will get it for me…will you get it for me?’

  ‘Fucking right we will,’ he replies firmly.

  ‘I can pay you in advance if you like.’

  ‘Pay?’

  ‘Yes, we can show our appreciation for your help…show how grateful we are…you must all be very,’ she pauses for effect, ‘frustrated after being in prison for so long.’ She leans forward, gently pressing her lips against his. The surreal shock roots him to the spot. Surviving the carnage of the fight, breaking free and now this…the kiss sends shockwaves through his body, every other inmate staring with surprise at the gorgeo
us woman kissing the inmate on the lips.

  They watched with open mouths as her hand drops to the front of his trousers, kneading away while she presses her lips harder against his. Some of the quicker thinking men look at the other girls. They step closer to the men, leaning in to press their lips against the inmates.

  The sexual tension ramps up as greedy hands start fumbling at the girls breasts. The thirty men all standing round the girls, groping and squeezing as the girls move their mouths from man to man. Kissing hard, pushing saliva into their mouths. The groping meant nothing to them, there was no feeling of disgust or repulsion. The foul taste and smell of the inmates breath didn’t revolt the women. Instead they fought their urge to bite, doing as willed and making sure they pushed their spit and drool into the men’s mouths.

  One of the inmates unzipped himself, taking his penis out to start stroking it one handed while pulling a girls top down to reveal her naked breast. More followed suit, taking their cocks in hand as they groped at the women. Some of them taking the girls hands to place on their stiffened members.

  April, sensing the urgency of the man she was kissing, did what Marcy advised and gently bit into his lip. He jerked back with a glare in his eye, not as passive as Robbie. Wiping the blood from his mouth he grabbed her round the waist, pulling her in close to rub himself against her. She went with it, content to wait for the effect to take hold.

  ‘Bitch bit me,’ another inmate snapped, slapping one of the girls across the face as he stepped back.

  ‘Fucking pussy,’ another inmate laughed, helping the girl to her feet and taking over the kissing as he pushed her hand onto him, ‘come on, give me a stroke darlin’…yeah…that’s it.’

  The girls stay pliable, doing as bid, getting groped and squeezed as the actions of the men got rougher. Their lust growing as they pushed against each other, pulling the girls hands away from other men.

  Randall watches with a mixture of deep, deep envy. Getting sexually aroused at the sight while also being very worried. This shouldn’t happen. Things like this don’t happen.

  The first inmate, the one bitten by April, lurches back. His hands clutching at the piercing pain shooting through his stomach.