Dead Bones - Six Pack. The Ultimate Zombie Collection

by Ian Woodhead

  Oliver had explained all about those pliant girls in the Manchester group. He told Tim that there were only seven adult males and over thirty females.

  He slowly rubbed his penis through the fabric of his trousers, imagining all those girls, just dying for a good man like him to take care of them. He grinned to himself. He could do that, quite easily. He was a good man, even if he had been wrong about letting Aliza go.

  Tim unfastened his top button and pulled the zip to free his erection. He sat slowly stroking his cock, thinking of his sister in law. He imagined sitting in a green leather chair at the Manchester group, while two women that looked exactly like Vickie walked towards him. The women had long blonde hair, large bouncing breasts with dark nipples, and full round hips that were perfect to grab hold. Tim groaned; he could almost hear their footsteps.

  His eyes shot open when he realised that he did in fact hear footsteps. When he saw the two men walking towards him, he squealed and tried to cover himself. He realized that he actually knew them. The two men living next door to Aliza. He looked at the one on the left, the one that had kissed him.

  "Fuck off! Get out of my room you perverted fucks!"

  The big one rushed over to him with a speed that Tim had never seen. He clamped his hand hard over Tim's mouth and stroked the back of his head.

  “Hush, baby.” The man said mockingly as he planted a soft kiss on Tim's cheek. "No words honey."

  The other one looked at them, laughing at the scene in front of him. He saw Tim still struggling to put his now flaccid member back into his trousers. The smaller man walked over to him and took his hands away from his crotch. One thought played on a loop in Tim's head.

  "Don't piss yourself, don't piss yourself, don't piss yourself…"

  "Here Timmy, let me do that." The smaller man said as he wrapped his fingers around Tim's soft penis.

  "Mmmph!" Tim tried to protest, but the bigger man held his hand tight on Tim's mouth.

  “So, there’s another group, not far from here and just full of women?” The man asked as he gave Tim's cock a medium-hard yank. "In Manchester?"

  Tim flinched and tried to pull away again, to no avail. Tears had begun streaming from his eyes, running over the big one's hand.

  “I think you have just solved all of our problems, Timmy!” He gave Tim's penis a harder tug, inflicting real pain this time.

  Tim cried out again and began struggling with all of his might. The bigger one held Tim's arms down.

  "Oh no!" The smaller one put his hand to his own lips in mock concern. "Did that hurt, Tim? Why from what we saw, you like to have a rough little wank."

  Tim shook his head as violently as he could while restrained. The smaller one laughed, loud and full.

  "We really should introduce ourselves. Very rude of us, indeed. My name is Noah, and my partner here is called Abel." He took a small bow and moved in close to Tim's face. He looked up at Abel and seemed to have some sort of silent exchange.

  "Now Tim, this is what is going to happen. Abel is going to remove his hand, and you will not scream. I am going to ask you some questions, and you are going to answer me truthfully, or I am going to rip this useless little prick right off. Do you understand?"

  Tim nodded his head slowly, trembling with fear. Abel slowly removed his hand from his mouth, but kept a tight grip on his arms.

  "There now, Sunshine. Isn't that nice?" Noah teased as he touched Tim's cheek with the back of his hand. He continued lightly tugging and stroking Tim's penis. "It's rude not to answer questions when asked, Tim."

  "Yes." Tim whispered as the tears came in a flood. "Please don't."

  "But you just said it was nice. Are you a liar, Tim?" Abel asked with mock incredulity while rubbing Tim's shoulders.

  "No." Tim was only blubbering now, unable to reconcile the tinge of pleasure he was getting from the two men touching him. "Please, just don't hurt me."

  "Tell us about Manchester then, dearie." Abel kissed his cheek again.

  "Get the fuck off of me, you fucking cocksuckers!" Tim suddenly yelled, regaining some of his strength of will. He bucked and writhed, trying to break free, but the two men were incredibly strong.

  "Why, I do believe that our Tim is enjoying himself." Noah said as he looked down at the hint of an erection in his hand.

  Abel began laughing hysterically. As he did, his fingers sunk into the flesh of Tim's arm, breaking the skin. Any spark of excitement disappeared as Tim screamed in pain.

  "Manchester?" Noah said as he moved only centimetres from Tim's face.

  The two men closed their eyes and seemed to be soaking up invisible rays of sunlight.

  "Thank you, Tim." Noah said softly and placed a gentle kiss on Tim's nose.

  Without warning, Noah gave a sharp yank and ripped Tim's penis completely from his body with a wet tearing sound. Tim's eyes bulged from their sockets and he screamed in agony. Noah leaned in and clamped his mouth over Tim's as if in an intimate lover's kiss. Tim's screams were muffled by the action.

  Abel's erection rubbed against Tim's back as he felt the waves of his terror washing over him in an orgasmic flood. He watched as Noah disengaged his mouth from Tim's and rose up with the remnants of Tim's torn tongue clamped between his teeth.

  "And you had doubts about yourself, Noah?" Abel smiled.

  Tim was barely conscious now, losing blood rapidly. He watched as Noah removed his tongue and took a bite.

  "Well, we have gotten all of the information that we need from our little sexbomb, here." Noah playfully ruffled Tim's hair.

  "So, now we eat?"

  "Yes, now we eat."

  Tim was only able to manage a slight mewl as Abel excitedly pulled a chunk of flesh from his upper arm and begin devouring it as if it was his first meal in a decade.

  "Oh no, Tim. Don't leave us yet, sweetheart." Noah tapped Tim's cheek trying to retain his attention.

  Tim felt himself mercifully fading away. He opened his lids as wide as he could manage, just in time to see Noah's finger moving towards his left eye. He felt the monster's finger plunge in to his socket, scooping out his eyeball.

  In the next instant, as Tim slowly died, the world went black to the sound of the two men moaning as they feasted on his flesh.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Ernest jumped from the roof of the blue Toyota to the boot of the red Honda. The huge pile up was spread across the full stretch of the road. It seemed that it had been some sort of chain reaction. The cars had apparently bottlenecked at the opening of the tunnel that Ernest was heading away from. He began getting a bit nervous as the moans from the dead trapped in the cars kept getting louder.

  He thanked God that these deadies couldn't get to him since their seatbelts were holding them in place. As long as he was able to keep away from the grasping hands and snapping teeth, there was little danger.

  He was, though, getting worried that the noises would bring out any monsters not tethered. There was no sign of anything else moving. Ernest climbed onto the roof of a van, staying away from the thin, skeletal arm that was feeling around the edge of the roof by the driver’s side.

  He scrambled to his feet and looked in the direction of the rendezvous point that he and Darren had agreed upon. He had waited there for over two hours with no sign of his son and no sign of his pursuers either. With luck, the deadies had dismembered those bastards. If that had been the case, then where was Darren? It did not make any sense. Ernest could only assume that the deadies had not destroyed them and the hunters were out searching for him.

  He knew that they would avoid this route. Unless they had come this way themselves, all they would be able to sense would be a massed hoard of deadies. They would have no way of knowing that the things were all trapped.

  Ernest had formulated a plan. His idea was to reach somewhere safe to hole up for the night and then go back to the supermarket in the morning. He needed to stop fretting about the lad and look at the situation objectively.

  He knew Dar
ren well enough to know exactly what the boy would do. Darren will watch the two hunters fuck off and then just laze about, waiting for him to come back there. He would probably be upstairs by now, having dispatched the remaining deadies and was probably playing pool and raiding the vending machine.

  “He’ll be having the time of his life,” Ernest reassured himself.

  As he attempted to make himself feel better about leaving Darren to fend for himself, he spotted what appeared to be movement out of the corner of his eye. He spun around quickly to see the three deadies shambling down the road.

  “You noisy bastards,” he muttered to the seat-belted demon directly in front of him. “Now look what you’ve done.”

  Ernest scanned the area and saw several other deadies crawling out from inside of buildings. He quickened his pace and began to have serious doubts about the thinking behind this plan of his.

  He decided that keeping in motion was the best idea. He ran and jumped onto the roof of a small silver sedan. He cried out when a hand darted out and caught hold of his ankle, causing him to tumble to the ground. Ernest put his hands out in front to stop his face hitting the ground. As he landed, he felt the tarmac digging deep, bloody grooves into the palms of his hands. He tried to ignore the pain and scrambled to regain his footing. He felt the tug on his ankle and turned to see the deadie pulling his ankle towards its jaws. He pulled his free leg back and booted it in the head. The things head snapped back and two of its teeth fell to the ground in front of him. It held its grip tight, unshaken by the loss. Ernest pulled back again, ripping the fabric of his trousers, but also allowing him to pull free.

  A shadow passed across his face and he looked up to see one of the approaching deadies had already reached him. His survival instinct kicked in, and as it tried to bend down to take a bite of his face, he rolled under the van. He leapt up on the other side, bouncing up to his feet, momentarily impressed with his own agility. He scrambled over the bonnet of a sports car, narrowly avoiding the arms of another deadie. He looked around, unable to determine exactly how many monsters were now shuffling towards him, but he knew it was more than he could handle.

  “Fuck me,” he whispered as he scrambled back onto the roof of the van.

  He would be safe up here. The deadies would not be able to reach him. The temptation to stay up on top of the van was overpowering. He knew that that was not a possibility though. These fuckers would never get bored and leave. He would die up here if he didn't move, but he could not see a way out.

  He scanned the surrounding buildings in a panic, looking for any way out of his predicament. He spotted a drainpipe on the side of a stone mill. There was a possibility that he might be able to get to a second floor window.

  Ernest mustered up his courage and began sprinting across the cars. The dead were closing in on him. He jumped the gap between one car and another and almost fell into the group of deadies directly below.

  He was nearly there when he saw a dozen more heading towards the mill. It appeared as if they were trying to cut him off.

  “No way, they can’t know where I’m going!”

  Suddenly one of them dropped to the ground. Then another. Confused, he couldn't figure out what was happening. The things turned away from their fallen brethren and began shambling in the opposite direction.

  Ernest seized his chance and leapt onto the drainpipe, scuttling up towards the window. He turned to survey the crowd of dead things below. He spotted the woman making her way through the crowd.

  He watched in awe as she clambered up onto a delivery van, leapt up onto a double decker bus, and propelled herself onto the balcony of a white building directly opposite him.

  He was impressed. Those moves would have been difficult, even for him. She was like an acrobat; lean but strong with an inherent grace. She stopped, perched on the railing of the balcony and waved at him. Ernest felt stupid, but could not help himself from waving back.

  The woman ducked into the building. He couldn’t work out where she had come from. He began thinking that maybe he had just imagined seeing some strange woman with long black hair and a very tight jumpsuit saving him.

  He kept staring at the empty balcony, starting to believe that he had in fact imagined her. In a flash, the woman bolted out of the main doors, ducked under a deadie, and bashed another in the head with a metal bat that looked as though it had railroad spikes welded to the top. All of this was done before she ran the rest of the way to the doors of the building he was currently occupying.

  Ernest rushed through the dark interior, jumping at every shadow. His heart had begun beating double time. He looked into the gloom and saw her waiting there for him, her hands on her hips. She smiled at him. The woman was even more gorgeous up close.

  Her hair was midnight black and it fell gracefully over her creamy white shoulders, cascading down to her full breasts. The black, skin-tight suit that she wore did her body all kinds of justice.

  “Hello there, Ernest.”

  He took a step back, alarm bells ringing in his skull. He was positive that he had not already introduced himself. He started to wonder if he had missed a conversation.

  “Don’t be alarmed. I know you sheltered in the supermarket. You and your pretend companion.”

  “There was only me and Darren in there. We had no one else,” he said, very confused.

  His confusion gave way to anger. How dare this woman say that about his son, he thought. Was she that fucking stupid?

  The woman obviously could not see how pissed off he was at her. She walked past him and looked up the stairs as if nothing was wrong.

  “I think we need to get higher.” She leaned forward and sniffed the air like a wild "There are none in here, still better climb, though. It’ll be dark soon.” She looked back at him, surveying his countenance. “You’re quite cute, you know.”

  She started to climb the stairs. He stared at her body in that tight-fitting outfit again. His anger over her comment about Darren started to fade away. Ernest shook his head, thinking that there was something seriously wrong about this situation. He kept his eyes glued to the woman as her muscular backside flexed with every step up the stairs. This beautiful girl just came out of nowhere and saved his life in what amounted to an acrobatic blaze of glory, and all he could think of was laying her down and making love to her for hours. He almost sickened himself with the lustful, pornographic thoughts going through his mind. His gut was telling him to get the hell out of there.

  She turned around and curled her index finger, beckoning him towards her. This action only intensified his need to have her.

  "Come on, Ernest, I won’t bite." She continued to climb the stairs after giving him an obviously lascivious look.

  He was still not sure why she thought Darren was not real. If she had been watching him, she would have been witness to the boy's antics. She turned and smiled at him again. This time Ernest was stopped in his tracks, looking behind the woman at the two living corpses lurching towards her.

  "Look out!" he screamed.

  The dark haired beauty ignored his warning and just kept smiling. When one of the deadies put its rotting hand on her shoulder and pushed its napping jaws towards her neck, only then did she react.

  Ernest cried out and spun around covering his eyes, he knew that there was no way she would be able to survive an attack by two deadies at once.

  The woman cried out in a loud grunt, and Ernest stopped dead. Guilt washed over him as he thought back to how he had abandoned Darren, and now he was going to do the same to her. He was going to run like a fucking coward while someone else dies for him. The girl's words spun through his head, 'your pretend companion'. Ernest closed his eyes and saw Darren as he really was for the first time. He saw the trolley that his 'son' sat in. He saw the football stuck onto the broom handle. He heard his own voice giving breath to what he thought Darren might say to him. Realization brought a wincing pain to his heart and tears to his eyes as he further recalled how Darren had die
d.

  He summoned up whatever courage he possessed and turned back; praying he was not too late, he rushed up the stairs.

  He could not conceal his shock when he saw the woman standing there, still smiling, with the dismembered corpses scattered around her. Ernest quickly scanned, but he could not find a mark anywhere on her beautiful body.

  “You came back for me. I knew you would, Ernest. I just knew that you wouldn't run away.” She walked back towards him, her syrupy grin causing a bit of a ruckus in his trousers, despite the emotional roller coaster he was on now.

  “Who, I mean… what are you?” He stammered, trying to control his wavering voice.

  The woman placed her arms over his shoulders, bringing her face close to his. Her warm breath smelled sweeter to Ernest than any penny sweet he had ever eaten.

  “I am the one who is going to make sure that you stay alive.”

  Chapter Fifteen

  Mark peered through the side window of the car he was hiding behind. From his position he clearly saw Oliver and Nigel conversing in front of the Land Rover. Twenty minutes before, while the pair had been in the caravan, Mark had checked out the vehicle that those traitors had chosen to make their getaway. They had packed both back seats and the back with enough supplies to last for several weeks. It was clear to him that this decision had not been spontaneous at all. The pair must have been planning this move for some time.

  “And that vile man threw the girl out of the tower for stealing a packet of jerky?” he whispered.

  Mark ducked down when the two men turned towards the yellow Toyota that he had chosen as a shield. Only three seats available in the Land Rover, Mark wondered where that left him.

  That made no sense to him. He wondered why Nigel had bothered telling him that they were about to flee the nest.