Sex Zombies

by S. Wolf

  “What the fuck is going on?” Moore asked, “Why is Officer Welles still here?”

  Trax ignored the question and said, “Chief Moore. You certainly are a hard man to keep down. Can I assume by your presence that Strang is dead?”

  “No. Unlike you, I’m not a murderer. But he will be soon if you don’t stop the missile. Answer my question, what are you doing to my officer?”

  “A little perk of the position,” Trax said with a grin. “She’s too much of a woman to allow to go to waste.”

  “You fucking pervert. What are you doing to her?”

  “Nothing she’s not enjoying, I can assure you.”

  “Christ man, don’t you have any regard for others?”

  Trax gave him a bored look. “Moore, what are you doing here?”

  “You’re under arrest.”

  “For what?” Trax laughed.

  “For the murder of Father Gardner, and conspiracy to kill citizens of Falls City.”

  “I’m in the Army. That’s what we do – we blow shit up and kill people.”

  “I’m also here to tell you a cure has been found. There’s no need to take out the gym.”

  Trax looked surprised. “A cure?”

  “Yes, electricity. Shock the body and it kills the virus.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Positive. I drank Strang’s tainted water, and here I am. Stop the missile.”

  “That’s not going to happen.”

  “Why?”

  “Wheels are in motion. It’s too late.”

  “It’s not too late.” Moore glanced at the clock. “We still have seven minutes. Radio whoever you have to and cancel the attack.”

  “Did you hear the conversation I just had on the radio?”

  “Yes.”

  “Then you know they’re giving me a medal for this?”

  “I heard.”

  “So why would I want to stop it?”

  “Because people are going to die.”

  Trax shrugged. “People die all the time. Hell, statistics show that a hundred people are killed every day on our highways. Where’s your concern for them?”

  “Those are accidents. This is murder.”

  “Dead is dead.”

  “Give me your gun.”

  “Or what? Are you going to shoot me?”

  Moore fired, aiming an inch to the right of Trax’s head. The bullet went past him and between the bars of the cell, hitting the back wall and sending a small shower of powdered plaster to the floor. Jennifer didn’t notice.

  “Christ!” Trax said, “Are you fucking crazy?”

  “You’re lucky. I’m not familiar with this gun and the aim is a bit off. Now give me your weapon.” He cocked the gun.

  Trax put his hands on his hips. “This is all a waste of time Chief. I’m not calling it off.”

  “Take your gun out slowly and slide it over here.”

  “You’re not getting my weapon.”

  Moore fired again, and this time the bullet zinged by Trax’s head closer than the last one, and ricocheted off one of the bars with a pinging sound.

  “God dammit would you stop that!”

  “The gun. Pull it out with two fingers.”

  Trax reached to his holster and removed his pistol as Moore instructed.

  “Slide it over. Now.”

  Trax bent at the knees and slid the gun halfway across the floor, his eyes never leaving Moore.

  “Doesn’t matter,” Trax said, “I’m still not stopping the missile.”

  Moore glanced at the clock. “It’s 11:55. If that hits midnight and you haven’t used your radio, the next bullet goes in your head.”

  Trax chuckled. “I thought you said you weren’t a murderer?”

  “For you, I’d make an exception.”

  Moore felt something poke into his ribs, followed by, “Freeze! Drop your weapon!”

  Moore turned to look, and saw a soldier with a rifle pointed at him.

  Chapter 41

  “Leave you alone with him?” Billy asked, staring at his friend in disbelief. “That’s not happening.”

  “I’m serious. You all have to go. I need to be alone with him.”

  Amber spoke up. “We’re not leaving you Josh.”

  “Please,” Josh said, “you have to trust me. I need to do this alone.”

  “Go,” Emma said to Billy and Amber, “I’ll stay with him.”

  “No,” Josh said, “you have to go too.”

  “I can’t leave you,” Emma said, her eyes pleading with him.

  “Listen to me,” Josh said, “I’ll have him stop it. I promise. But I have to do it alone. Just like I had to do it alone with Mr. Gaylord, our coach in Little League.” He reached out and put his hand on Billy’s shoulder, gripping it tightly as he stared into his eyes.

  Billy met his gaze for a long moment before saying, “Let’s go. Josh knows what he’s doing.”

  Amber looked stunned. “Billy, you can’t be serious.”

  “Come on Amber,” Billy said, holding out his hand.

  Amber looked between the two boys. She hugged Josh tightly. “You better not get yourself killed,” she whispered into his ear.”

  “I’ll try not to.”

  Amber took Billy’s hand and allowed him to lead her out the door.

  Emma looked at him sadly. “Please don’t make me go.”

  He pulled her to him and kissed her deeply. “I love you.”

  “I love you too.” Her tears flowed again.

  “For me to do this, I need to know you’re safe. I won’t be able to do what I have to do if you’re in danger.” Josh glanced at Strang, who was listening intently to their conversation.

  “Promise me you’re not going to die.”

  “I can’t do that. But I will promise to do everything I can to prevent it.”

  “Swear?”

  He crossed his heart with his finger. “I swear.”

  She leaned into him, her lips searching for his. They kissed again, long and soft. When they pulled apart, she smiled up at him.

  “Besides,” she said, “you have to make it. We have to take the next step in getting to know each other.”

  He grinned back. “And what would that be?”

  “I think you know.”

  “I thought you were a virgin?”

  “Let’s just say I’ve been rethinking that decision over the last twenty-four hours.”

  He grinned wider. “I guess I’ll see you soon then.”

  “I love you Josh.”

  “And I love you Emma.”

  She turned and walked out. He followed her to the door and made sure she made it outside before turning back to Strang.

  The Lieutenant had moved to a sitting position, his bound hands on his lap. Josh sat down opposite of him and pulled out the electronic device he had taken from his pocket.

  “Tell me what this does.”

  Strang looked at the item. “I was wondering where that went. I thought I had lost it. Then we’d be in a world of shit.” He grinned.

  “What is it?”

  “Just give it to me boy, and untie these fucking ropes. This charade has gone on long enough.”

  “Let me assure you this isn’t a charade, and no one is untying you.”

  Strang laughed and looked down at his wrist to his watch. “You’ve got four minutes before this place goes boom. You going to stick around for that?”

  Josh shrugged. “If you are.”

  “You think I’m scared boy? Hell, I spent two tours in the fucking Gulf while you were shitting in your diapers. I’ve stared death in the face and spit on it. What the fuck have you ever done? Earned a few merit badges in Boy Scouts?”

  “You may have stared death in the face, but now you better get ready for death to fuck you in the ass with a missile, because that’s what’s coming for you.” Josh casually tossed the device up into the air and caught it. Strang followed the path with concerned eyes.

  “Careful with th
at son.”

  “This can stop it, right?”

  “Of course.”

  “All I need to do is type in a code, and it aborts, is that correct?”

  “You’re a fucking genius.”

  “What’s the code?”

  Strang laughed. “Nice try.”

  “Tell me the code or you’re going to die. How much time do we have?”

  Strang glanced down at his watch. “Three minutes. Are your balls starting to sweat?”

  “My balls are fine. Tell me the code.”

  “Have you ever seen a thousand-pound bomb explode son?”

  “Can’t say that I have.”

  “Well, you’re in for a treat. It’s not the biggest bomb we have, but it’s extremely effective. Lots and lots of fire. It’ll burn your skin off before it kills you. You ready for that boy?”

  “Sounds rough.”

  “You better fucking believe it. More pain than you ever knew existed. Now unfucking tie me!” He struggled against the ropes.

  “Tell me the code.”

  Chapter 42

  The soldier shouted to Moore, “I said freeze! Put the weapon down!”

  Trax laughed.

  Moore lowered his hand and dropped the pistol to the floor. “Calm down soldier.”

  “Good job Private. What’s your name?” Trax said.

  “Private Burke sir.”

  “Good job Private Burke. What brings you around here?”

  “I was driving by on the way back to base, and saw your vehicle. Decided to make sure everything was ok.”

  “Excellent soldier. A promotion is coming your way.”

  “Thank you sir.”

  Trax turned his attention back to Moore. “Well Chief, this is much better, isn’t it?” A wide grin split his face.

  “Fuck you,” Moore muttered.

  Trax laughed. “And you know what else Chief? That little bit of news you brought to me? About the electricity? I already knew.”

  Moore stared at him. “You bastard. Why?”

  “As I said, I enjoy what I do. I’m not going to let that stop me.”

  “People are dying!”

  “Yes, and you’re one of them. Shoot him Private Burke.”

  “Huh?” Burke looked confused.

  “I said shoot him. Is there any words in there you’re having trouble comprehending soldier?”

  “Why sir?”

  “Private Burke, you have received a direct order from a superior officer. You will follow that order or face the consequences.”

  “But sir.”

  “Fine,” Trax said, “If you won’t do it, I will. Then I’m going to shoot you for insubordination.” He began walking across the room to retrieve his gun.

  “Sir, I don’t understand,” Burke said, and let the barrel of his rifle drop.

  It was the chance Moore had been waiting for. He took a quick step towards the private and brought his elbow up and back with force, catching him square in the middle of the face. Blood spurted from Burke’s nose and his eyes rolled up in his head. His knees buckled and he crumpled to the floor.

  Moore turned back to Trax, who was diving for his pistol. Without pausing, he sprang into his path, driving his shoulder low.

  The two heavyweights met in a hard collision, and they gripped each other in a strong bear hug, as each tried to gain the advantage over the other. Their momentum carried them across the floor, locked in a struggling embrace.

  Trax managed to get one hand free, and drove it hard into Moore’s stomach, knocking the wind from him. Trax’s next punch caught Moore square on the jaw, sending him back two steps and causing points of light to flicker across his vision.

  “You want a piece of me?” Trax said, his arms widespread. “You don’t know who you’re fucking with!”

  Trax stepped into him again, but Moore blocked his first punch, and landed a hard shot against Trax’s side, and he thought he heard a rib snap. But Trax didn’t flinch, and landed a left on Moore’s cheek. This time, Moore went down to his hands and knees, wincing in pain.

  Without pausing, Trax stepped forward and kicked him in the side, and he felt a few of his own ribs snap as the pain bolted through him. He landed on his back and sprawled across the floor.

  Trax stood over him, staring down in anger. Moore lay there trying to catch his breath but his lungs refused to cooperate.

  Trax said, “Fuck this. I’m just going to put a bullet in your brain.” He turned and strode back to his gun on the floor.

  Moore knew he had to move. Ignoring the pain in his side and face, he rolled over and crawled to his knees. Trax was bending over to get his gun.

  Moore launched his body forward, moving across the room in a low sprint, unbearable jolts of pain arcing through him with each step. Trax picked up his pistol and was turning back when Moore charged into him, driving him hard face first into the bars of the cell. His head made a loud ringing sound when it hit.

  But Trax managed to hold onto the gun, and Moore used his arm to pin Trax’s against the bars so he couldn’t use it. It took all of Moore’s strength to hold Trax in place.

  Trax grunted in pain and struggled to get free, but Moore had leverage and pinned him tight.

  “You’re a walking dead man,” Trax grunted, trying to get his gun hand free.

  “Not yet,” Moore said, his face pressed against Trax’s back.

  “Hey! Get the fuck off me!”

  At first, Moore thought Trax said that to him, but realized it was Jennifer he was talking to. She was right in front of him, slipping her arms through the bars and around his neck, bringing her mouth close to his.

  “Stay away from me bitch!” Trax yelled, and his body heaved convulsively, trying to throw Moore off.

  But Moore dug in his heels and leaned against him, holding him in place despite the agony in his side.

  “Fucking cunt! Get the fuck away from– umph!” Trax’s words became garbled as Jennifer’s lips locked against his, and her tongue darted into his mouth. He continued yelling, despite her tongue, and Moore could almost make out the obscenities he was spewing.

  Driven by a rush of adrenaline, Trax finally found the strength he was looking for, and pushed hard against the bars, sending Moore flying backwards. Moore landed on his back with a heavy thud, and groaned as new pain mingled with the old. As Moore lay there moaning and trying to catch his breath, Trax spit and wiped his mouth with his sleeves.

  “Fucking whore, god damn cunt mother fucker!” Trax was spitting and yelling at the same time.

  As Moore arched in pain on the floor, his hand bumped up against something, and he instinctively grabbed for it.

  “Fucking dirty cunt, you’re fucking dead! Dead!” Trax raised his pistol and placed it six inches from her face, his knuckles white as his finger tightened on the trigger.

  Jennifer watched it curiously, hoping he was going to stick it up her cunt like he’d been doing earlier. In the next second, the top of his head exploded in a spray of red and white, sending blood, bone, and brain matter over her head to splatter against the wall. Trax stared at her with unseeing eyes before dropping to the floor like a rag doll. When he fell, Jennifer could see another man behind him, lying on the floor and holding a gun.

  “Fuck me,” she said softly.

  Moore stared at her and blinked, his mind trying to register what had just happened. He painfully rolled on his side to see the clock. It was one minute before midnight.

  Chapter 43

  “Listen to me cocksucker, I’m not telling you the code.” Strang said, but there was renewed urgency in his voice.

  “Then you’re going to die.”

  “These people are already gone. There’s nothing we can do for them. This is like putting down a sick dog. It’s the humane thing to do.”

  Josh stared at him. “My mom is in there.”

  Alarm flashed across the Lieutenant’s eyes for the first time. “Then she’s gone. We looked for a cure and couldn’t find one. There�
��s nothing you can do for her.”

  “I can die with her.”

  Strang’s struggles became more frantic. “If you want to die with her, go ahead. Untie me!”

  “Nope.”

  “What about that girl? She loves you. I heard her say it. You have her to live for.”

  Josh shook his head. “I said my goodbyes to her. That’s all I needed.”

  “You’re fucking crazy!”

  “How much time?”

  Strang squinted at his watch. “Almost two minutes.”

  “Tell me the code.”

  “I’ll make you a deal. Untie me, and then I’ll enter the code.”

  “Nope.”

  Strang stared at him. “Two minutes out. Do you know what that means?”

  “No. Tell me.”

  “It means that in sixty seconds, two miles above our heads the drone will release the missile. It drops from gravity for a few seconds until the rocket kicks in. Then it’s accelerating straight down at us, guided by lasers. Less than a minute later we’re dead.”

  “Cool.”

  “Did you hear me? We’re fucking dead!”

  “Not right away though, right? You said our skin would burn off first.”

  “That’s right. You ready for that?”

  “I guess.”

  “You guess? What the fuck is wrong with you?”

  “I thought I explained that to you. I’m ready to die.”

  “Well I’m fucking not! Take these fucking ropes off!”

  “Tell me the code.”

  “Untie me!”

  “We could do this all day. Or at least for the next minute.”

  Strang looked at his watch. Sweat was pouring from his face. “One minute,” he said in a strangled whisper, “the missile is on its way.”

  “I’m curious Strang,” Josh said, “do you think if I untied you now you’d have enough time to get away from the blast?”

  Strang’s head hung down. He didn’t respond.

  “Strang, you still with me?”

  The Lieutenant took a deep breath. “Ok you win.”

  “Tell me the code.”

  “It’s 0-7-0-4-7-0.”

  “0-7-0-4-7-0?” Josh repeated.

  “Yes.”

  “Is that like a birthday or something?”