“Leave it,” Scavy yells at them. “Come on!”
Brick and Popcorn won’t let go of the door.
“You go first,” Brick tells the girl, flexing his enormous weightlifter muscles. “I’ve got this.”
Popcorn says, “You sure?”
“Yeah!” he says.
Popcorn bites her lip and eases away from the door. But just before she can get back far enough, a skeletal hand reaches through the hole and grabs her by the arm.
“It’s got me!” she cries.
Scavy grabs her by the other hand and tries to pull her away, but its grip is too strong.
“Brains!” the zombie says, black sludge pouring out from between its teeth.
Then radioactive vomit sprays out of its mouth and covers Brick and Popcorn.
“Get back,” Junko says to Charlie and her crew.
Charlie and the others back away from the vomit puddle on the floor as it bubbles and steams. Brick cries out as it burns his flesh like acid. Steam rises from the green slime on the right side of his face. As it drips into his eyes, it bleaches the color out of his right eyeball.
“If you get that shit on your skin you’ll be infected,” Junko says. “Let’s get out of here. These guys are done for.”
Junko takes off to the west side of the building, Charlie and the others follow after.
Rainbow Cat misses Charlie by three seconds as she comes downstairs with her bag over her shoulder, still wiping tears from her eyes. She sees that everybody has already gone except for the three punks in the entryway.
Popcorn screams as the zombie’s bony claws dig into her skin. Scavy yanks on her arm with all of his strength and the zombie’s claws are ripped out of her flesh. When he feels the release, he thinks she is free. But then there is another tug and Popcorn is pulled closer to the door.
When Rainbow approaches them, she sees that the zombie no longer has a grip on her arm. Instead, there is a thin red rope attached to her wrist that the zombie is holding on to. When she gets a closer look, Rainbow realizes that it isn’t a rope. It is the girl’s tendon.
Popcorn’s cries hit a high pitch as the zombie reels the girl in closer to the hole in the door, using her tendon like a fishing line.
“Braains!”
Brick lets go of the door with one hand and grabs hold of her tendon, holding it from being pulled further through the hole. But without using his full strength to hold the barrier, the door crumbles open. The zombies pour inside.
When Junko and Charlie get to the side entrance, the door is already wide open.
“Let’s do this,” Laurence says behind them.
Junko looks back to make sure they are all with her.
“Where’s Haroon?” she asks.
They look back.
“He was behind Lee,” Charlie says.
Lee, in the back, just shrugs at them.
“We’ll have to go on without him,” she says.
When they exit the building, they run under a camera ball hovering overhead, ready to follow them through the wasteland. Up ahead, they see the tail-ends of other contestants running across the yard, dodging the zombie horde. Three of the punks who had ditched their friends are in the lead. Led by the Chilean female punk, Xiu, they weave quickly through the horde like cocaine-driven football players.
Bosco, the bony redneck, is in the back, not having as much luck. He gets cornered by five of them.
“Help me, goddamnit!” Bosco yells, as Junko and her crew run past him.
Charlie considers throwing some rocks or debris at the zombies to knock them away from the redneck, but Junko knows what he’s thinking and snaps him out of it.
“Leave him,” she says.
Charlie takes his eyes off of Bosco and focuses on his own survival. They run past two zombies with outstretched arms. One soggy corpse hisses at them, bubbles gurgling out of its throat as if it had been soaking at the bottom of a pool for the past decade.
There are only about a dozen on this side of the building, but they move pretty fast. Charlie and Junko run through six of them just before they squeeze together, blocking the path between them and their teammates.
Junko keeps moving, but Charlie looks back. Four of the zombies grab Laurence and pull him to the ground. Behind him, Lee turns around and runs in the opposite direction, heading for a collapsed section of the wall by the south side of the building.
“Keep going,” Laurence says to Charlie. “I got this.”
Charlie turns and continues after Junko.
They get around to the front of the building and arrive at the wall they had originally planned to go over. Charlie acts as a ladder to get Junko up the wall, then she lowers her arms to pull him up. Charlie notices that despite Junko’s 4’11 height and soft flesh that doesn’t appear to have an ounce of muscle, the Asian girl is surprisingly strong. She pulls him up with little effort.
At the top of the wall, the two of them look back at Laurence. Zombies are piling on top of him.
“He doesn’t stand a chance,” Junko says. “Come on.”
She turns to drop down on the other side, but Charlie stops her.
“Wait.”
They look at the pile of zombies and see movement coming from beneath. Then the entire pile lifts from the ground as Laurence stands. The man is massive, Charlie knows, but with those baggy clothes covering up every inch of his skin he wasn’t sure how much of him was fat and how much was muscle. As the corpses are thrown across the yard, Charlie imagines he is all muscle under those rags. He must be two or three times the size of Brick, and Brick looks like one of the old time professional wrestlers.
Laurence punches one of them in the stomach so hard that his fist bursts through its rotten soggy organs. But that doesn’t stop the creature. With his fist stuck inside of it, the thing goes for Laurence’s skull with its claws. It shrieks in his face and widens its fingers. But before it reaches him, Laurence stomps down on the creature’s knee, breaking its leg. The zombie crumples to the ground.
As the zombies return to their feet, Laurence punches them with his leather-gloved fists, knocking them back down. Then he pauses and turns to Charlie and Junko. He gives them a thumbs up and a big smile.
“Not a problem,” he says. “Give me a minute to take care of these suckas.”
Charlie looks back at Junko. She examines the vagrant carefully. The zombies have yet to lay a scratch on him. His clothes are covered in their rancid goo, but none of it has gotten on his skin. He’s not infected. Junko agrees that they should wait for him.
Beyond Laurence, Charlie sees Lee escaping through the south wall. Bosco does not appear to be dead, but he’s no longer in the place they had last seen him. He must have made it out of there somehow. On the other side of the wall, deeper into the city, the three punks are running down the street, dodging corpses and jumping rubble. Even though they are punks, they move like trained soldiers, their minds focused.
Beyond them, in the distance, there is machine gun fire. Charlie isn’t sure where it is coming from, but somewhere out there contestants are already fighting their way toward the helicopter.
Brick runs from the hotel entrance toward the perimeter, leaving his friends inside to fend for themselves against the zombies. Then Scavy runs out of the hotel, carrying Popcorn at his side, her blood leaking out of her arm and from a fresh bite-wound on the back of her neck, just below the skull. Zombies exit the hotel, chasing after them.
And in the back of the crowd is Rainbow Cat. From the wall, Charlie can see his wife running for her life. He wonders how he’ll feel if the zombies kill her right in front of him. He wonders if he’ll feel sorry for her or feel satisfaction that she got what she deserved. He wonders if he’ll feel anything at all.
“They’re doomed,” Junko says. “If that punk kid ditches his girlfriend he might stand a chance, but the other two are already infected.”
Charlie can see how the vomit on Brick’s face and Popcorn’s chest has eaten away at
their flesh like acid. Brick’s cheek is dripping from his face like a long bloodhound jowl. His right eyeball is pure white and poking slightly out of the socket.
Far ahead of the others, Brick runs until he makes it through the perimeter into the city street. Once he gets there, his long duffel bag makes a beeping noise as it unlocks. He doesn’t continue running from there. He drops the bag and opens it up, digging for his weapon.
Charlie watches as Brick pulls out a large two-handed sledgehammer. He leaves his bag on the ground and runs back to his friends to help them out, raising the enormous hammer over his head like he’s ready to chop wood with an axe.
Brick and Scavy had been friends for several years, ever since Brick had become a punk. Not many sub-cultures from the old world had survived, but the punk culture was stronger than ever. It had nothing to do with music anymore. It was all about attitude and style. Punks embraced the post-apocalyptic lifestyle. They raged against the authority of Neo New York. They despised the greedy scum living in the Platinum Quadrant.
Brick was born one of the rich kids in Platinum, but the Platinum Quadrant had strict rules for their youth. Three strikes and you’re kicked out. Brick was a troubled kid. He enjoyed breaking into other people’s apartments and stealing their stuff, just for fun. He enjoyed ditching class and getting drunk in his room while his parents were off shopping for new golfing outfits.
Eventually, he was caught shoplifting one of the brand new televisions that had finally come back into production for the first time since the collapse of the old world. It was the third strike, and he was out. His parents disowned him. A rich kid thrown into the Copper Quadrant was like throwing a sheep to the wolves.
Brick was beaten every day. Any money that he made from working on the docks was stolen by one of the many punk gangs that prowled Copper. In order to defend himself, Brick worked out everyday. He had to toughen himself up. By working on the docks, he was able to steal fish that put plenty of protein in his diet. By the time he was seventeen, he was one of the most muscular men in the Quadrant.
He became friends with Scavy the day Scavy and his crew tried to mug him. They asked for his money, but Brick told him no. When they got violent, Brick didn’t back down. He beat one of the punks unconscious with his bare fists. He dislocated one of their shoulders. He sent another running off into the alleyway. No matter how many came at him, he wouldn’t give in.
Eventually, they hit him in the back of the head with a two-by-four, then took his money and left him face down in the mud. But Scavy was impressed. Not just because the guy stood up to his entire gang, but because he did it to hold onto a lousy ten dollar bill.
The next day Scavy asked him to join his gang. All by himself, he approached him while he was at his job, loading boxes on the dock in his gray uniform covered in fish guts.
“Why do you bother working this shit job for shit pay?” Scavy asked.
“It’s all I’ve got,” Brick replied.
“Do you know each fish here sells for $10 each in the Platinum Quadrant?” Scavy said. “That’s as much as you make in a day.”
Brick knew how much things cost in Platinum. He didn’t need some punk reminding him.
“Get lost,” Brick said.
“You know how much I make in a day?” Scavy said.
Brick continued loading boxes onto a cart.
“$500 a day, minimum,” Scavy said.
“Bullshit,” Brick said.
“Okay, not me personally. That’s how much my crew makes. We split it up evenly and shit.”
“What is it that you do to make that much money?”
“We take it,” Scavy said with a smile. “From the stupid.”
“You took money from me,” Brick said. “Are you calling me stupid?”
Scavy laughed.
“In this world, it is survival of the fittest,” Scavy said. “The strong prey on the weak. The weak are left to suffer.”
“So?”
“Do you want to be on the bottom of the food chain?” Scavy said. “Or do you want to fight your way to the top and shit?”
Brick dropped a box and it smashed on the ground, dozens of dead fish oozing out in the mud by his feet. He decided to leave the fish where they lay.
“Honestly, I’d rather fight my way to the top,” Brick said. “. . . and shit.”
As Brick runs through the yard with his sledgehammer in hand, he thinks back on how much better his life had become once he joined up with Scavy. No more working his ass off for shit pay. No more getting beat down by every punk who confronted him on the street. Scavy gave him a new family and a new life. And even if it wasn’t as luxurious of a lifestyle as he had when he was a kid, it was still a hell of a lot more fun.
Brick smiles as he swings his sledgehammer at the first zombie to get in his path. His eyes light up with glee as its skull explodes on impact.
Charlie notices that there is something unusual about Brick’s weapon. It’s not shaped like a usual sledgehammer. Instead of a rectangular shape, the head of the sledgehammer is shaped like two fists, one on each side. When Brick slams the hammer into the next zombie’s face, it is as if he is crushing open its jaw with knuckles made of high carbon steel.
As Scavy and Popcorn pass him, Brick gets in the path between the zombies and his friends. He raises his double-fisted sledgehammer over his head and charges straight into the horde.
Although he thinks of him as a brother, Brick isn’t fighting for the sake of Scavy. He’s fighting for the sake of Scavy’s girlfriend, Popcorn. Even though the gang believes his girlfriend is that slut Gogo, Brick has been in love with Popcorn since the day they first met.
“This is Brick,” Scavy said to Popcorn as they entered her apartment. “He’s my new muscle and shit.”
As they approached her, Brick checked out the thin little punk girl as she painted her toenails pink. She had pink spiky hair, pink tattoos, and she was draped across the couch wearing nothing but pink panties.
When she noticed he was checking her out, she said, “Hey, think fast.”
Then she threw a baseball at him. He didn’t lift his hands in time to catch it and the thing hit him right in the diaphragm at full speed. With the wind knocked out of him, Brick leaned over and gasped, trying to catch his breath. It hurt more than the two-by-four that had hit him in the back of the head a couple days prior.
When he looked up at her, Popcorn was laughing, her pointy breasts shaking at him like children pointing their fingers.
“He’s slow,” she said. “Sure you want another dumbass in the gang?”
When Brick looked up at her, their eyes met. She smiled at him with her bright pink lips. It was love at first sight.
For the next year, Brick and Popcorn were fucking behind Scavy’s back. She said that she loved him, but he wasn’t so sure. She said she wasn’t a one man girl, that she could love both of them at the same time. Even though he didn’t like it, Popcorn convinced him that it was for the best.
“If I was with just you I would get bored too easily,” she told Brick. “This way our relationship will last much longer.”
Plus, she thought it was fun sneaking around behind Scavy’s back. Brick didn’t know it at the time, but she was also sneaking behind his back and sleeping with a couple of other guys in the gang. She also slept with Brick’s faux-girlfriend Gogo from time to time, but Brick already knew about that. Everyone in the gang slept with Gogo.
The night before they were abducted, Popcorn was going to tell him that she and Scavy were breaking up. She was bored with Scavy who had also lost interest in her. She decided that she was willing to give Brick a try for a while, as her number one.
But she never got the chance to tell Brick about it. Scavy’s apartment was gassed while they were drinking beers and playing cards. The producers of Zombie Survival got the lot of them. The last thing Brick remembers was his face hitting the floor next to Popcorn’s pink combat boots, as men in gasmasks flooded the room.
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nbsp; Popcorn looked back at Brick as he caved in a zombie’s ribcage with his double-fisted sledgehammer. She could tell he was doing it for her, even though she never got a chance to tell him he’s now her main boyfriend.
She pulls away from Scavy and yells back at him, “I love you, Brick!”
Brick turns around. His pink half-shirt covered in zombie goo.
“You’re my number one!” she says.
Brick smiles wide at her, as the right side of his face slips off of his head to reveal the white of his skull. His right eye drops out of its socket and lands next to his pink combat boot.
Popcorn didn’t realize he was wearing the combat boots she had stolen for him until just now. When she first got them for him, he said he didn’t want to wear them because he would get shit from the other guys. They already gave him shit for wearing pink shirts from time to time. He didn’t want to make it any worse.
Popcorn covers her mouth when she sees the boots. They looked withered and old, as if he’s been wearing them all the time, when nobody else was looking.
Brick turns back to the zombie horde and uses the last of his strength to fight them off, breaking their faces open with his steel fists.
Charlie helps Scavy climb up the wall, and then Scavy lifts up Popcorn.
“We can take the guy,” Junko says. “But the girl is infected. Get rid of her.”
“She’s fine,” Scavy says, crouching on the wall like a cat. “Don’t worry about it.”
Junko is about to push the both of them off of the wall, when a scream echoes through the yard. They look over to see Rainbow Cat has been tackled by the zombie with the sunflowers growing out of its head. It crawls slowly over her, toward her brain.
“Bitch will get what she deserves,” Junko says to Charlie.
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