Zombie X

by S. G. Harkness

  “Let’s do this! I wonder what goodies are down there,” Ken says.

  “Sure, we can do that after. Let’s eat first. You don’t mind if we have a little something to eat first, do you?” Stew asks.

  “I will join you guys. The can opener is in the drawer, so make yourselves at home. We can certainly check out the downstairs after we eat,” I say.

  I sit at the kitchen table with Ken and Stew. They make themselves at home, and we eat canned goods.

  “You don’t mind if I have a smoke first, do you?” Ken asks.

  “Be my guest, Ken. I always thought people smoked after they ate,” I say.

  Ken giggles as Stew begins to eat.

  “We lost most of our family when everything went crazy. Ken is lucky because he has a girlfriend back at our camp. She’s been pregnant for about six months, and all this nutritious food will really help us out. You should come with us,” Stew says.

  “We had it so easy before all this happened. Our father was wealthy, and we just bummed around all day. We never worked a day in our lives. We were used to getting everything handed to us. We also had our own personal chef, maid service, and everything else that rich kids get these days. Now we have to work to survive. This really sucks,” Ken says.

  Ken blows his cigarette smoke in my face and giggles. His sense of humor makes my blood boil.

  “The world is in the shitter. There are no more fancy barbeques, pool parties, video games, and no more getting your asses wiped for you guys. I’m a lucky girl. I never had much before the world turned on us. I’m used to working my ass off to get what I want. I suppose we are now all on the same boat,” I say.

  “We are in this together so you should join our camp instead of being alone here. We would love to have you,” Stew says.

  “My girlfriend would love to meet you. She needs a friend like you, and we can help take care of each other. That would be so cool to have you with us. We can always come back here to get more supplies,” Ken says.

  “We like living away from the city. The air is better, and it feels safer too. We have a nice set up,” Stew says.

  Ken and Stew are already finished their canned food, so I should try to get them off their asses because I don’t want them to get too comfortable.

  “That sounds like a nice camp. I need some fresh air, so I will consider the offer, thanks. It looks like you two guys are done with your canned meals, and I hope you enjoyed that cigarette, Ken. Are you guys ready to check out the basement?”

  “Thanks for the food, babe. We are ready to check out the basement, so let’s do this,” Stew says.

  We all stand up and walk to the basement door. I walk behind them and prepare for what is about to happen.

  I’m hoping Norman is in the basement. I grab some candles, and I light up the candles. The brothers take a candle and make their way down the basement. Stew walks down first, and Ken follows him. They slowly walk down with the candles, and I slowly follow behind them as the candles light up the dark basement.

  “You can’t see shit with these candles. We should light up a bunch of them,” Stew says.

  “Sure, no problem!”

  I shove—Ken and he immediately falls on Stew. The candles go out, as they tumble down the stairs into darkness. I quickly run up the stairs. I run to get my assault rifle since I’m going to shoot them. Suddenly, there are loud screams! The brothers scream like a couple of girls as I quickly make my way to the basement door. I put down my assault rifle because I know that I’m not going to need it. Norman is taking care of Stew and Ken. The screams continue, and I can hear Norman tearing the flesh off their bones. I close the basement door so that their screams are not heard past my front door. They scream in agony as Norman tears their bodies apart.

  The sound of the bodies being torn to pieces makes me want to vomit, but I take deep breaths. This is so nasty. The screams suddenly stop, but I wait a couple of minutes to make sure that there is no more screaming. I open the basement door, light up a candle, and I make my way downstairs. The brothers are on top of each other, and I can’t seem to tell them apart because there’s too much blood.

  Norman eats the intestines of one of the brothers. I try not to vomit as I look away, and he doesn’t waste any time. I take a deep breath, look back at Norman, and I continue to watch Norman gobble the flesh. He takes a hand, bites off the fingers one by one as the fingers crackle, and he starts to tear off the skin from the thigh and chews off the bloody flesh. It looks like he’s tearing off raw chicken with his teeth. He rips out the liver and munches away at it as some chewed up liver oozes out of Norman’s mouth. He loves liver so much. He’s very fast at devouring the flesh. The human body is like candy to Norman. I enjoy watching Norman feast on the flesh since it really turns me on, and I want Norman right now. He picks up a body, grabs the head, and he slowly twists the head. I hear a grinding sound as Norman twists the head. He starts to pull the head from the body, and I hear the flesh tearing apart as he manages to tear the head off. He drops the head and eats away at the neck area. The flesh from the neck area is extra bloody.

  He's really super strong! Norman tears off the arm of one of the brothers and I can hear the bones snapping and crackling. I see the flesh coming off as he rips off the arm. He takes several bites off the bloody arm and then discards the arm. He goes for a leg, snaps the leg apart and the leg makes a grinding sound. I vomit on the stairs since the sound of the leg being torn off is revolting. Norman starts to chew up the back of one of the bodies. He starts to separate the ribs and chews off the flesh from the ribs. I know exactly what Norman wants for food. Fresh human flesh is what he desires, so that will be on the menu from now on.

  I wonder how I will get more fresh flesh for Norman. More people will have to die in order to feed Norman. I watch Norman as he continues to feast. Norman destroyed the bodies, and they are definitely beyond repair. I wonder if Norman ever shits anything out. I never witnessed that before, so I guess everything he eats just disintegrates in his stomach. I wouldn’t know anything about it since I’m not a scientist, and I wonder if Norman ever has to take a piss. He fascinates me. I can’t wait to watch him feast again. It’s disgusting, but it seems to entertain me.

  I never wanted to start killing people, but I’m just doing what’s best for us. I will do what’s best for Norman. A girl has to do what a girl has to do in order to survive. I never cared for anyone the way I care about Norman. I can’t stop now. What’s done is done. The world is different, and I’m lost forever. This change is for the better. I need Norman, and I don’t want to go on without him because my life just wouldn’t be the same. Norman needs me to feed him. He can barely feed himself anything fresh.

  Discovering Norman is the best thing that ever happened to me. The world is in the shitter, and I can deal with that. I don’t want to imagine being without him after everything that has happened to me. Everything makes sense now, so I know what I have to do, and I know who I am. I’m still alive for a reason, and everything is meant to be. I can sincerely say that I’m in love with Norman. I hope this lasts forever.

  Norman looks ready to go, and he starts to make his way up the stairs. I take him by his large dead hand and escort him to the living room. He looks like a happy camper. He gives me that creepy smile and growls at me. I manage to sit Norman on the couch with me, and he starts to groan. I should try to find a can of body spray because Norman smells like garbage. Norman looks at me funny. His eyes are fixed on me. He looks like he wants to hurt me, but I know he could never hurt me.

  He starts to put his hand on me, and I’m so aroused by him. The chemistry is bizarre. Norman is really gross, but he sure knows how to satisfy a girl. I love having Norman in my life. I should talk to Norman because he might just start talking since anything is possible.

  “I see you enjoyed your meal. Did that satisfy your hunger, Norman? I watched you eating all that fresh bloody flesh, and you seemed to love eating them up. I promise that I will find more for
you. You can say something; you can say anything. Don’t be shy, Norman. I want to hear you speak to me.”

  Norman moves his hand in—between my legs. I’m very wet as Norman speaks to me with his hands. I get up and start to sit on him.

  He is rock hard. All that bloody flesh must have boosted his energy levels. I want to try something different since I’m up for anything. Norman must be up for anything, so I put Norman’s hard thingy inside me where the sun doesn’t shine. It goes in slowly, and Norman thrusts his thingy inside me much faster. Norman loves it so much that he growls. Getting some from Norman is like a workout for me, and I wonder how many calories I’m burning. I continue to move up and down on Norman’s hardness. I’m drenched in sweat. Norman makes me feel so good. I catch my breath. I wish that I knew where Norman came from, and I wonder what his past life was like. I can fool around with Norman for hours because we have nothing better to do with ourselves.

  The night finally arrives, and I’m totally exhausted from all the action. I think I lost weight from all of the physical activities with Norman. I sit on the couch as Norman stands guard above me. I start to finger myself as Norman watches. I can’t seem to get enough pleasure. Norman enjoys watching me. I spend a while pleasuring myself as Norman watches. His mouth is open, and he drools as I finish pleasuring myself. I need to get some sleep. I prepare to have a good sleep. Norman stands above me, and he watches my every move. I hope to have a beautiful dream. I try to get as comfortable as I can. My eyes get heavy, and I can barely keep them open any longer.

  Episode 10

  Something alarming wakes me up this morning. I roll off the couch and fall on the floor. It even feels like an earthquake! I quickly make my way to the window as Norman growls and paces around the room. A tank makes its way through the neighborhood, and there are about a dozen military personnel following the moving tank. I trust they are not looking for trouble. The group comes to a halt, and it looks like they are taking a break. They enter the house across from mine.

  Some of the troops stand guard, and I hope they leave soon. They are not welcome here because they don’t look friendly. I quickly take Norman to the basement, and I begin to prepare some weapons since I might have to defend myself. I don’t know what these soldiers have planned. I make my way back to the window to observe the visitors.

  I can’t stay here if the troops are going to stick around. I will wait until the night to get a closer look. I can’t believe they stopped right in front of my house. I've got the worst luck in the world. I have to try to find out what their plans are. I may have to leave as soon as possible if they stay. I can’t risk living across from them. They will eventually ransack my home, and I don’t know what they will do with me. There is no doubt that they will kill Norman for sure. There really is only one way to find out.

  The night arrives, and Norman is in the basement. I have a look outside, and the troops keep guard around the house. I take a pistol, and I walk to the back of the house. I make my way outside, and I can hear the troops conversing as I walk slowly through the backyards. I make my way to the end of the street, cross the street, and I move forward. I make my way closer to the troops. I travel through the backyards, and I notice the troops guarding the whole perimeter around the occupied house. It’s a quiet night, but I can hear their voices as I approach the house beside the troops. I hide behind the bushes, and I listen to their random conversations.

  “The bitch wanted it. You were there when I asked you to join in, remember?” Soldier 1 says.

  “She was dying, kid. She got her arm bit by one of those walking creepers. Let’s hope you didn’t catch anything. I heard it takes up to a couple of days to show any signs of contamination. You should have used a condom, you dummy,” Soldier 2 says.

  “You really think I’m infected? There is no way that I’m infected, so shut up! I made sure to be fast with her. I got inside her pretty darn fast after she got bit. It can’t be that contagious because I killed that creeper right after she got bit. I was inside her and out of her in a couple of minutes. There is no way it could have spread that fast because it would have taken at least an hour for it to spread down there.”

  “I can’t believe how desperate you are, kid. You didn’t wear a condom. How hard is it to grab it out of your backpack? We were taught to be safe than sorry. I’m going to have to kill you if you start to show signs of infection. Let’s have a smoke. It should help us relax. Don’t worry about that pecker of yours falling off.”

  “Smoking helps a lot. We should never have taken in all those people. The infections and the riots almost wiped us out, and I guess we had no choice to do what we did. Please, don’t talk about my pecker. I already have too much to worry about.”

  “It was a joke, you dummy. I think you need a drink. We can’t trust anyone. It has to be our group now and no others. Don’t feel bad, kid. The women and children were infected.”

  “They had a chance to live, and they could have made it. That was so wrong.”

  “Look here, kid, they had to go. Don’t even start that shit with me, or I will cut that pecker of yours off, you dummy. We have to stick together. We can’t afford to be the way we were because things are different now. We lost a lot of our own men because Major Hamzbecker decided that we should save people. You remember what happened to him, right? We were nice enough to rescue a few families, and he didn’t deserve what happened to him. We fed them, and we tried to start a community, but what did that bitch do? She went and shanked him in his sleep because he ordered the killing of her husband, but he had already started to turn right in front of our eyes. Major Hamzbecker took a few stabs to the neck, heart, and face. She deserved to be executed. I had fun with her first, of course, before I took her head off with my blade. What a waste that was. We can’t afford to get comfortable like that ever again, kid.”

  “I’m not a dummy. I hope we leave soon. I hate staying in one place for too long. The last place didn’t work for us. We need to find a place with strong gates. It would sure be nice to have some women in our company. I’m sure you know what I mean. I sure hope that I get laid again someday soon. I miss it already. I have to whack myself off to keep myself sane. The world is insane, and everything has fallen apart. We lost a lot of men. We’re a broken group, and we’re barely soldiers anymore. Soldiers save people, remember? It feels weird taking orders from the chain of command. It doesn’t feel right anymore.”

  “Hang in there, kid. You can whack yourself off as much as you want when we find a comfort zone. If we’re lucky, we may even find some lady friends to get busy with. I prefer a lady with big soft melons. That’s what I want, but we can only hope for now, kid. Keep that head of yours in the right place because we can’t afford another mistake. Just finish up that smoke and relax. We have a tank with us. Who is going to stop us? Those walking creepers aren’t going to break us up so easily since they are slow. We’re a strong group, and the way things have been going, others have been a bigger problem for us. Things will get better, kid. We have to be a little crazy to survive this thing. You keep that melon head of yours up and pay attention to your surroundings. Don’t underestimate the creepers. They may be slow, but those creepers seem to come out of nowhere.”

  I make my way closer to the front area. I remain hidden behind the bushes.

  “Sergeant Cross!”

  “Sir!”

  “Make sure the soldiers are ready to sweep the area in the morning. I want every house on the block searched. We are running low on supplies. We don’t take any chances here. Civilians are trouble. Shoot to kill. We don’t want another mess. We don’t know who is infected. I mean it, Sergeant. Shoot to kill, got it?”

  “Understood, Sir!”

  Sergeant Cross gathers his troops.

  “Listen up! I want all of you ready to go, first thing in the morning. We will take this block by tomorrow night, and we are going to move in three teams. I want every home searched and marked. Take everything that will keep us alive. We w
ill not be going through the same trouble as before. Take no survivors, and if any of you jarheads see a civilian, you make sure to shoot them dead. Kill them before they kill you, don’t let them speak, and don’t hesitate unless you want to be tricked by their influence. Remember, I want them dead! There will be no disasters this time. Did you hear me, Private Knicks? ”

  “Loud and clear, Sergeant!”

  “I hope you and Corporal Gummerland had a good smoke because it might just be your last! I’m serious. Don’t screw around. If you see a civilian, you shoot them. Don’t ask questions, and don’t you dare hesitate. Hesitating gets you killed. Be smart, not dead. Don’t forget where we came from, and never forget what happened to our other men. Do you understand me, Private Knicks?”

  “I understand you, Sergeant!”

  “Good! Now get moving! We have a big day ahead of us!”

  I rush back to the way I came, and I have a lot of time to figure out what I’m going to do. I get back inside my house, rush to the basement, and go through the weapons. I don’t know what is going on with the military, but they’ve completely lost it. I can’t leave my home because I’ve worked too hard to give up and leave now. I have all my supplies here, so I will have to fight them, and I don’t want to run into them again. I wouldn’t want others to run into them. My family and friends might still be out there. I don’t want these crazies to kill them. It’s kill or be killed.

  I move a few weapons upstairs, close the basement door to keep Norman out of the action, and I observe the soldiers as they continue to guard the area. Suddenly, the soldiers start to fire their weapons as a horde of zombies approach the neighborhood. I see hundreds of zombies, and the tank starts to move forward while the soldiers rush inside the house, and