Zombie X

by S. G. Harkness

  “My dear, you are receiving me again. Consider this a blessing,” he says.

  “I can’t get enough of you, Master. Your hardness feels good inside me. Please keep this going. I want it really badly. I need you.”

  The old man groans as he goes in and out of me. He eventually decides to attempt something fresh. He turns me over so that I’m facing him. He makes me get on my knees.

  “You have now earned the pleasure of having me inside your mouth, my love. Take me inside you,” he says.

  I start to take him slowly, and he controls my head with his wrinkly hands. I start to go faster and faster every second. He can’t seem to handle my speed since he begins to hold my head harder to gain control. He wants to go at his own pace.

  “Yes. Yeah, just like that. You know how to move. Exactly like that. Go all the way inside your mouth. Go deep within. I want to feel your throat.”

  I keep going, and I don’t speak.

  “Here it comes! Get ready for it!”

  The old man goes all over my face, and it’s a nasty display of filth. He moves his filth around my face with his limping thingy. He moves it all around my mouth. It’s a disturbing experience, and I don’t wish this to happen to my worst enemy. This is too unbearable. It’s better to die instantly instead of suffering like this.

  “That’s it, just like that. You're indeed one in a million! There’s no other girl like you in the world because it’s not possible. I look forward to our next session,” he says.

  I don’t say a word since I’m too busy thinking of how nasty this is. The old man and his sons leave the room. I clean myself up from his filthiness. It’s such a nasty smell, and I want to puke. I wonder how much longer I’m going to be in this room. I satisfy the old man as much as I can. He seems obsessed with me. I figure that he can’t handle me every single day. I guess he will return to my room in a couple of days. I feel dirtier than ever before. It makes me want to puke. I will never let anything like this happen to me ever again. The whole thing is completely insane. The old man’s sons don’t disgust me as much. It would be a lot better to let them have their way with me since the old man is filthy.

  His sons aren’t attractive at all, but at least they aren’t old and wrinkly. They aren’t anywhere close to the old man’s level of nastiness. I'm impatient waiting for the day to come. I can’t wait to start walking around the church. I want my freedom back. I can’t endure this dark room. I'm really sick of it. I’m going to escape. I trust that matters will work out as planned for me. If the opportunity comes, I’m not going to hesitate to kill any of them. I wonder how I will kill them. I should stab the twins to death. I can always just shoot them. Shooting them is too easy. Thinking about killing them arouses me. I want to feel the blade go inside their flesh. The old man is a different story. I want him to suffer for a lot longer before I kill him because he is the mastermind. He’s going to be in agony, and I hope the opportunity arrives.

  The day had gone by without incident. I spend the night fantasizing about how I will make the old man suffer. He will regret the nasty things that he has done to me. I should try to get some sleep soon. The next day arrives, and I’m ready to make my escape as I wait impatiently in my prison. I have to make sure that I stay the same person. I can’t let the old man get suspicious. He must not suspect anything. Several more days have since passed. The old man and his sons walk into my room. I hope I go to experience some freedom. The old man has that annoying smile on his face as he approaches me.

  “I think you’re ready for some sunshine. You’ve been respectful. To get a little, you have to give a lot. You’ve sacrificed a lot, my dear.”

  I stick with my game plan. I continue to play and play the role of a slave girl.

  “What do you have planned for me, Master?”

  “You’re going to be released. You can finally walk outside your room. One of my sons will be with you at all times. At night, you will be escorted back to your room for safety reasons.”

  That’s bullshit. The old man just doesn’t want me to escape.

  “I don’t know if it’s safe outside this room, Master. It would be nice to walk around and have some sunshine, but the zombies are walking the grounds. I feel safer in my room.”

  “Don’t worry. You have been inside this room way too long. You’ve become mad. Relax. They can’t get inside. The gates are keeping them out. The place is secure and guarded. My sons won’t let anything happen to you. I can promise you that. Are you ready?”

  “I’m ready, Master.”

  I stand up and walk out of my room. Kyle escorts me around. He ties my wrists together. We walk outside. I really need some fresh air. Any air is fresher than the air inside my room. I’m not used to the daylight. My eyes are bothered by the daylight. It takes me time to get used to it. There’s nothing much to do all day. I sit outside and watch the zombies roam around the cemetery. The last few days have gone by so quickly. I continue to be a slave, and I request to have my wrists untied for good. I tell the old man that I’m harmless. He decides to untie me. I’m under the surveillance of the twins. It feels great to be free. It is a little freedom, but it’s not over since the old man continues to do me over and over. Many days have passed, and I decide that it’s time to make my escape. I have a plan for almost everything. I have a plan from A to Z. If something goes wrong, I will have a solution for it.

  It’s a stormy day, and the twins are feeding the zombies. I offer to help feed them. The gate bears a small lock on it. All I need is an ax that’s on the ground. I can use it to break the lock. There are dozens of zombies roaming the gates. Kyle turns back to walk into the church. I drop my bucket that is filled with pig guts. Ivan focuses his eyes on me. The ax is within my reach. Ivan looks away since he is distracted by the zombies, and I bend down to pick up the ax with my right arm. I grip it tight, and I quickly swing—my arm targeting Ivan with the ax. The ax slashes—Ivan’s neck open as blood splatters on my face! Ivan grabs his neck and suffocates to death. I almost decapitated him. I quickly hack away at the small lock on the gate. It wears away after three strong hits. Kyle runs out and sees me. He’s in shock from seeing his dead brother with his neck slashed open. He yells at the top of his lungs!

  I open the gate, and I back away as the zombies quickly enter the area as Kyle rushes to the gate with a machete to try to close the gate. He kills several of the zombies, but they outnumber him, and Kyle drops the machete. Kyle uses all his strength to try to close the gate, but the zombies are too many. The zombies manage to overwhelm him. Several zombies grab Kyle as he struggles with them, and he tries to throw punches, but they don’t do enough to stop the zombies.

  A dozen zombies overpower him and Kyle is doomed. He can’t escape them as the zombies start to take bites out of him from every direction. They eat his flesh as he screams like a girl. Kyle stops screaming since the zombies have torn his face off. They pull into his belly, pull out his organs, and they rip out his bowels. The zombies begin to walk quickly in my direction. I quickly take the ax and make my way to the door of the church. As I approach the door, the old man opens the door. The old man is in disbelief. His mouth drops and he puts his hands along his head.

  “NO! NO! NO! YOU BITCH! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?”

  I take the ax and swing at his legs. He quickly falls back into the church, and I slam the door shut. The zombies claw at the door, but they can’t break the door down. The old man is on the floor with his leg bleeding out. I kick him in the head. He is stunned from the kick.

  “I have done God’s work, Master.”

  “You killed my sons! You killed my boys! I own you! You bitch!” he cries.

  I kick the old man again, and the kick to the head knocks him out. I've been waiting so long for this moment. It’s time to make the old man pay for what he did. I take the handy tools that are in the church. I find a nail gun and a hammer. I take the large wooden cross that’s on the wall. I remove the old man’s clothes, except for his underwear. I plac
e him on the cross with his arms are carefully stretched out. His legs are on the wooden cross as I tie his hands and legs onto the wooden cross. I don’t have enough rope, so I find some wire to tie him up. I wait for the old man to wake up. After a couple of hours, the old man wakes up. He can’t move, and I stand above him as he looks on in terror.

  “What have you done to me? Have you no shame whatsoever? Have you no forgiveness?”

  I show the old man the nail gun and the hammer.

  “I never crucified anyone before. I want to try the nail gun and the hammer. I think it would be cool to use the nail gun on your feet. Your feet look like they will be excessively hard to hammer down. I don’t know how they did it back in the old days, but they must have had a hard time without a nail gun. A nail gun seems so much more comfortable. Don’t you agree, Master?”

  The old man looks frantic.

  “Forgive her Father! She does not know what she does! Please Lord! Stop her now! Stop her Lord of Lords! Do something Lord! Oh God, help me!”

  “If you don’t shut the fuck up right now, then I will have to shut you the fuck up!”

  I take the nail gun and place it on his feet. His feet are in an unenviable situation. It certainly isn't going to be pretty. I brace myself as I’m about to pull the trigger. I slowly pull the trigger, and the nail gun shoots out a big nail into his feet. The old man squeals at the top of his lungs! His feet are bolted down hard. I fire a second shot at his feet, and I think I heard bones crackle as the nail shot through his feet.

  “That was too easy, so I think I will use a hammer to nail your hands to the cross. Should I nail you in the wrists or the hands? I should try both.”

  The old man clenches his teeth as he waits for the worst. I place one large nail on his right hand, raise the hammer, and swing down hard, but I accidentally smash his fingers! The old man cries like a girl as I take another swing, and I smash—the nail dead on! It only goes in halfway, but the blood is everywhere as I continue to hammer down. I shouldn’t feel aroused by this, but I do. I finally get the nail all the way in, and I add another nail to be secure as

  I turn to his left hand. I miss the nail on purpose and smash his other fingers. The old man cries in extreme agony as I smash the nail down hard. I use another nail to secure his hand, but I’m not satisfied, so I take the nail gun and shoot down his wrists. I grab my assault rifle as I quickly make my way out. The old man can take a beating. He is still alive, and he looks like he just saw a ghost.

  “YOU BITCH! IS THIS THE BEST YOU CAN DO? YOU ARE NOTHING! YOU WILL BURN FOR THIS! YOU ARE WORTHLESS! YOU WILL DIE!”

  “Shut your mouth and die!”

  The old man gives me a brilliant idea. He should have kept his mouth shut and died in peace. Today he’s going to pass away in pieces. I walk to the back door, and I open the back door to let the zombies inside. The zombies quickly make their way inside the church. The zombies look starving. I quickly make my way to the front door. I stand at the front door, and I watch as the zombies make their way to the old man. The old man watches as the zombies move towards him. It almost seems like they have smiles on their faces. Several zombies make it to the old man. The old man continues to scream. They begin taking large bites out of the old man’s body. They tear the skin off his bones, and blood squirts out as they chew him up. The zombies fight over his bowels. They seem to have a tug of war with his intestines, but the old man is a fighter, and he just refuses to die.

  “NO! STAY AWAY FROM ME! I AM THE MASTER! I AM THE MASTER! I AM THE MASTER!”

  The old man cries in agony as the zombies are quick with him. The old man is silenced by the zombies. He can’t exactly continue to scream because he has his face munched off, and his body is pillaged. His ribs are ripped open, and there is barely anything left inside his body except for scraps. The zombies are too engaged to notice me as I walk to the front doorway. I work my way out to the car, and I drive off. I should never entrust a human being in uniform again. I wonder if things can get worse. Nothing much surprises me though, these days! I’m on the edge of survival, and I’m fortunate that I’ve come out of this alive.

  I can’t let the situation in the church take place again. I should have been more aggressive. I don’t desire to get used inappropriately ever again. I don't want to be anybody's prisoner. I’m embarrassed that I let this happen to me. I let my guard down too soon. What a horrifying nightmare that was. I got revenge, but I still feel humiliated. Revenge can be very sweet sometimes. I need to drive back home and recuperate since I’m a mess. I need to have a warm bath with roses, but I can only fantasize about it. I will have to settle for wiping myself down with a towel.

  I question what other screwed up things I will encounter during my journey to obtain serenity. There has to be a way out of this new world. I’m not thinking about suicide because I don’t want to opt-out. There has to be a solution, and I’m going to find the answer. I suppose finding a peaceful place is too much to ask for. I never thought killing someone would be pleasurable. Watching the old man die felt glorious, but my life is still not complete. There is something missing in my life. I know that I’m capable of defending myself.

  The new world drives me to push myself. I don’t have much of a choice since I want to survive. Being backed into a corner drives me to do anything to survive. Most people would probably give up and die. I have the will to survive. I want to know what I’m meant to do in this world. I still don’t have the answer, but there has to be something for me out there in the new world. There has to be some meaning to my life. Working in the old world had no meaning, yet some people belong in the new world. I will keep moving forward, and I hope that my life will improve in the new world.

  The drive is long, and I love being able to drive way over the speed limit. There is no one to stop me. I notice movement on the road ahead of me. I’m heading towards a horde of zombies, so I slow down. I will not risk driving in the field since I don’t want to get stuck in some hidden hole in the ground. I’m going to take my chances and bash right through them because they can’t stop me. As I push closer, I discover that there are too many zombies. It looks like I’m heading towards hundreds of zombies! I increase my speed to crash through the zombies!

  I charge at top speed as the zombies march towards me. I smash—through the horde. My car spins out of control, and I try to gain control of the car while zombie filth is all over the window, and zombies are on the car. The windshield cracks and all I can hear is the aggressive growling of the zombies. The car continues to spin out of control, and I have no idea where the car is going. I’m in the dark, and the car suddenly slows down, so I press on the gas pedal to start doing donuts, and the car quickly spins and smashes dozens of zombies. I try the windshield wiper, but it doesn’t work, though I still have some visibility, and I manage to gain control of the car.

  Some of the zombies have detached legs and arms. I stop the car, and I put the car in reverse, but I’m not leaving since I want to bring on the heat. I stay in reverse until I’m clear of the zombies, and I begin to push towards the horde at top velocity. I crash—through the horde, and I lose control of the car. The car spins out of control, and I manage to gain control of the car. I’ve created an unbelievable huge mess. I continue down the road at top speed. The horde is far away from me, and I feel great! That was risky business, but I just had to blow off some steam.

  Episode 8

  The church was a foul experience. After a while of driving, I finally make it back home, and I’m so exhausted that I could sleep forever. I pass out on my couch. It’s been a few days since the incident at the church. I don’t sleep well since I have aftershocks from being taken captive in the church. I suffer bad dreams, and they will likely occupy me for a while as I recuperate, so I will stay home and regain my mental wellness. I feel degraded, but the old man is dead. The past still haunts my mind.

  The nights are long, and I spend the nights drinking whiskey to help the depression go away. There is enough liq
uor in the house to last me a while. I’m drinking heavily tonight since I have nothing better to do. I’m so hammered, and I try to sing to keep myself entertained. I don’t know what else to do with myself so I will have to go with the flow. I think I’m about to pass out. I need to nap for at least an hour. I will close my eyes now. I suddenly hear a racket outside my home.

  I must have been out cold for at least a couple of hours. I have to get up and stretch. I’m wasted out of my mind. I haven't heard a noise outside since I moved into the house. I take a peek through the window, and it looks like a zombie is eating its way through one of the dead bodies on the ground. It is devouring intestines and organs like crazy, and I feel like puking. I don’t want zombies scavenging near my home. Zombies are dirty and probably full of diseases. I want my neighborhood to be free of zombies.

  I will go to sleep and hope that the zombie leaves before the morning arrives. I don’t want to draw any attention to my house. I simply want to be invisible. I don’t know how many more zombies are out there. I prepare for sleep and close my eyes.

  The next day arrives; I look outside, and there are no zombies in the area. I will spend the day organizing my food supply and weapons. I could spend the day pleasuring myself. That sounds like a plan for sure. First, I will take care of business before pleasure. The day has gone by faster than I expected. I guess time can fly when you keep yourself busy. The night is here, and it is silent night. The only thing I can hear is my own breathing as I sit on the couch with a couple of candles illuminating the room. I have just enough light in the room that I can’t attract outside attention. I wouldn’t want thousands of zombies scratching at my door.