They found their son and his wife asleep in one of the guest bedrooms. They were asleep, but still sweaty from lovemaking. T-Dot and Freddy pounced on them, and most of the rest joined them. They screamed as the zombies attacked. White sheets were soaked with blood long before they finished. When they finally pulled away it was impossible to tell where one person began and another ended. The bodies were ripped apart so thoroughly that it really looked more like a Rorschach than a husband and wife.
“Damn…old lady was kind of stringy, but she tasted good.” Esteban said as he dipped his finger into her skull to scrape out the last bit of brain matter.
“Tell me about it.” Peanut laughed. He had her husband’s head on the kitchen table. Peanut was scooping out the man’s brain on tortilla chips and eating it like salsa.
Lisa and the others had just about stripped their victims to the bone when they finally came back into the kitchen. They milled around waiting for the two firemen to finish eating when there came a sound from the bathroom. Someone, or something had knocked over the toothbrush holder, and it rattled around in the sink.
They all moved to the bathroom door. Lisa knocked, “Is someone in there? Hello?”
There was a terrified gasp from inside. Esteban pushed Lisa out of the way, and kicked the door in. There was nothing to be seen. Esteban walked in and pulled the shower curtains away, but the shower was empty. He searched around the bathroom. Then looked at the small open window that sat over the toilet, “I guess whoever it was slipped out?”
He walked out, and then headed towards the front door. The others followed except for Lisa. She eyed the bathroom suspiciously, and then stepped inside. She looked around at everything. The toothbrush holder was tipped over into the sink. The window was open, but it wasn’t open enough that someone could actually have climbed out. It was clear that someone had been using the toilet, and they hadn’t flushed. Lisa thought about it for another moment, and then a smile came across her face. Lisa bent over and opened the cabinet under the sink. A terrified five year old girl peered back up at her. Her brown eyes were red from crying, and she had snot running down her nose.
“What’s your name Sweetie?”
“Billie Ann.” The little girl’s voice squeaked with fear.
“Well hello Billie Ann. I’m Lisa Kaye.” Lisa said politely as she stuck her hand out for the girl to shake. Tiny fingers reached out and nervously shook the woman’s hand. “Now stay here. Okay?”
Billie Ann sniffled a little, then wiped her nose on her sleeve and nodded, “Thank you.”
Lisa grinned back, and closed the cabinet door. Then she walked back calmly to Esteban and the others. “If anyone’s interested there’s a kid hiding under the bathroom sink. I’d have eaten her myself, but frankly I just don’t have the room.”
Peanut, Freddy, T-Dot, and eight others scrambled back to the bathroom. Seconds later Billie Ann started screaming. It was T-Dot that pulled most of her out. Billie Ann’s legs, and one of her arms were still in the bathroom with some of the others. T-Dot carried her screaming to the kitchen island, and laid her down so he could grab the meat cleaver from the block set of cutlery. He held it by its smooth wooden handle, and grinned as the square blade gleamed in the light. T-Dot looked at it for a moment longer before bringing it down on the girls remaining arm. It cut clean, severing the bone in one hit. T-Dot took the arm and handed it to Peanut. Blood spurted from the girl from each bloody stump. The floor was already slick with blood by the time the rest of the group made it to the kitchen. Some of them slipped and fell, and instead of getting up they just started licking the blood off the floor.
“Shit tastes like Pine-Sol.” Freddy grumbled.
“The old lady was probably cleaning when we showed up.” T-Dot said as he pointed to a mop and bucket sitting near the refrigerator. “So? Who wants a sandwich before we go?” Several of the men raised their hands. “Freddy, the bread is right there by your head. Bring it over.” T-Dot set the cleaver down and grabbed another knife. He then went over and checked the drawers until he found a fork. When he came back Billie Ann was still screaming. She only got louder as he began carving her like a Thanksgiving turkey. His cuts weren’t perfect, and a few times he accidently cut himself. Eventually everyone that wanted some had a few slices of Billie Ann on wheat. T-Dot took the knife and fork to the sink and cleaned them before putting them back in place. Then he picked the cleaver up and walked back to the girl.
“P-p-please mister…it hurts so ba-“ The cleaver came down severing her head from her neck in one clean cut.
“You just can’t beat quality.” T-Dot grinned as he pulled the girl’s head away to snack on during the walk to Colton’s He set the head down beside the sink, and then cleaned the cleaver so that he could put it back like he’d found it.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Lula Mae McCultie didn’t know what to make of it when the first wave of pain hit her. Her momma had told her young girls bodies go through changes as they get older, but she’d never said what those changes would be. She watched shock as the bones in her arms started to lengthen. Fur ruptured through the skin, and she felt her teeth loosen only to be replaced with fangs. So does this mean I’m a woman now? It was the last recognizable thought she’d have for the rest of the night. The change came over her like a wave. She felt her bones grind as they changed to better accommodate her new body. Her muscles grew thicker and heavier as they adjusted to their new positions. Bones broke and reknitted into new places.
When the changes stopped she rose. The television slid off of her and hit the floor with a crash. The screen was broke, and the plastic casing broke into several pieces exposing the wiring inside. Lula Mae was just slightly over six feet tall and had put on almost sixty pounds of muscle. Hunger gnawed at her. There was still half of her mother laying on the floor. Jessup had eaten the choicest parts. Her intestines were spread all through the living room. Lula Mae bent down and started gnawing on her mother’s leg. After a few bites she gave it a good hard yank. The femur gave a distinct pop as the bone snapped. She kept pulling and the leg tore away. Lula Mae’s tongue circled the bone a few times before she started sucking the marrow out.
She’d have kept eating, but there was a low growl behind her. Lula Mae turned slowly. Towering over her was Jessup. His wolf eyes bored into her, and a snarl warned of a very possible attack. Lula Mae averted her eyes and instinctively submitted to the much larger werewolf. She wanted to run, but knew he’d chase her down. So she waited.
Jessup huffed, and then walked past. She followed him, and resumed eating her mother’s leg. They walked out of the home and listened for any hint of people. Jessup’s ears twitched and he heard off in the distance music. Both werewolves started moving off to the sound. Suddenly there was a rattling behind them. Jessup and Lula May turned and stared into the darkness.
“Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaapt!” It grunted as it moved out of the darkness towards them. The creature was white as snow, and covered with fur. It’s little pink eyes were constantly searching. It made its way up to Jessup and came to a stop beside his foot. It was the size of a large dog. It had long claws, fangs that hung out of its mouth and drug across the ground. Leathery armor was covered by a puffball of white fur. It was an albino zombie werewolf armadillo. If Lula Mae had been able of forming a coherent thought she might have realized that it was Digger, her pet armadillo. Somehow the infection had been spread to the little armadillo. Of course he wasn’t little anymore. The moon was affecting him just as it had Jessup and Lula Mae.
It stood there waiting on the two undead werewolves to lead the way. After a few moments, Jessup turned back and started making his way to the sound of music. Lula Mae followed shortly after, and Digger brought up the rear. The music was barely audible, and that was with their enhanced senses. Jessup waded into the water, and then started plodding through the swamp towards the sounds source. Lula Mae followed, and then Digger reached the water. He began swallowi
ng air in huge mouthfuls until his stomach had swollen up. Then he moved out onto the water. Diggers comparatively tiny legs kicked and churned the water as he moved along with the two werewolves. They were three quarters of the way there when an alligator snatched Digger and drug him down. The water churned and splashed, but eventually it stopped.
Jessup and Lula Mae never slowed down. They were headed for more food. When they reached dry land again they shook the water off. They were about to continue on when an alligator’s head rose up from the water and moved up past them. Jessup and Lula Mae watched in mild interest as the gator head kept moving past them. The gator’s body was nowhere to be seen. It passed by Jessup when the head got stuck on a root. Digger kept walking, and the armadillo walked right out of the gator’s mouth.
They were at the edge of the tree line when they saw them. It was a party of teenagers. Loud music was blaring out into the night air. Most of the teenagers had surrounded a keg. The kids were a cross section from thirteen to nineteen mostly white, but there were a few black kids, a couple Hispanics, and one Asian kid mulling around. The party looked as though it’d been going on for quite a while, and now they were just starting to break off into smaller groups. Some of the older teen couples were trying to find dark places to spend time together. The younger couples just made out wherever they stood.
Drake and Jade Shannon were leaned up against one of the older teens cars. Their parents were away for a romantic getaway and Travis Nowell, their uncle, was here to look after them. Of course his babysitting skills really just amounted to sitting in front of a television, drinking beer until he couldn’t remember what day it was, and then telling the two teenagers to order pizza.
“Drake…man this is a hella cool party.” One of the younger teens said as he eyed Drake’s sister Jade. She turned fifteen six months ago, and since then she’d begun to develop curves that were getting her all kinds of attention from the boys. Everyone that saw her knew she’d be beautiful when she grew up. Right now she was still all arms and legs, but she was growing into those limbs, and starting to really fill out in areas that made all her brothers friends feel pleasantly uncomfortable.
“Yeah, we’re gonna get in trouble for it later, but hey…yolo.” Drake answered as if that explained the broken table in the kitchen, the vomit the goldfish were currently swimming through in the living room aquarium, the broken bedroom window, or the empty condom wrappers sitting in the living room ashtray.
“Besides, Uncle Travis is going to get blamed for it. He was supposed to be watching us.” Jade grinned.
Almost as if on cue Travis stepped out of the house and lumbered past them all without even so much as a hello. He kept walking towards the outhouse muttering to himself about the evilness of tacos on his digestive tract. The teens watched the man come to a stop, made a face, and then he began a quick duck waddle to the outhouse. He swung open the outhouse door, and inside were two teens. A muscular young man was grinning as a pretty black girl straddled him. She was very thin with rainbow colored butterfly wings tattooed on her butt cheeks and antenna going up her back He had his pants around his ankles, and she was bouncing up and down. As she bounced it looked as though the butterfly was fluttering its wings. Several of the other teens applauded as though it was some type of reality show for their entertainment. The boyfriend stuck two thumbs up to the others.
“Get the fuck out.” Travis screamed, and then clutched his stomach as his stomach made a gurgling sound.
“Two minutes dude…I’m about to pop.” The boy begged. The girl just flipped Travis off and kept bouncing on her boyfriend’s lap.
Travis couldn’t wait he pushed his way past the couple, undid his pants as fast as he could, and then promptly plopped himself onto the other outhouse hole. His ass had barely made contact with the wood when diarrhea erupted out of him like the exhaust of a rocket. It was loud, wet, and he whimpered a little as it burned his butthole.
“EWWW that’s so gross.” The girl said as she continued bouncing. She was like a pornographic metronome. The door was standing wide open, and all the other teens burst out laughing. Some laughed as they watched the one man doubled over crapping himself hollow, and the others laughed watching the rainbow colored “asswings” flutter.
“Babe I’m getting close.” The boy grunted as he started firing his hips up and down. The sudden increase in speed made the girl start moaning and howling in pleasure. Meanwhile Travis was moaning and howling himself. The diarrhea was fueled by hot sauce, peppers, and a nacho cheese dip that had fourteen different colored flames on the dented can he found tucked away in the back of one of the cabinets. It was unrelenting, and only getting worse with each second.
“OOOoooooh Baby.” The girl screamed.
Travis howled, “oooooOOOH Baby!”
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” The girl squealed.
“No! No! No!” Travis groaned.
“Give it to me!” The girl pounded herself down on the young man’s crotch. Every time she came down there was a meaty slap, and the wings fluttered.
Jade, Drake, and all most of the other teens were laughing so hard at the bizarre outhouse version of dueling banjos that they didn’t notice that Lula Mae and Jessup were walking out of the tree line towards them. Digger rumbled along beside the two werewolves like a giant soggy puffball of death.
“Yeah David…tear Shamaine’s pussy up!” Drake laughed.
The young woman was howling and writhing all over her boyfriend. Travis kept getting bumped by the two eighteen year olds. He had to clench every time they bumped him or else he risked missing the whole and crapping all over the outhouse seat. His stomach cramped painfully with each clench. So he matched the girl moan for groan. The louder she got, the louder he got, and the more the others laughed.
“She’s faking.” Jade rolled her eyes.
“What?” Her brother laughed.
Jade shrugged, “Shamaine’s faking, and not even doing a very good job of it.”
“It’d be good enough for me.” Drake said as he wiped the tears from his yes. Travis’ legs kicked and a loud tuba blast of gas and shit bellowed out. Drake watched as the man’s eyes bugged out of his head, and then they crossed as the deep bass blast coming from his butt turned into a high pitched squeak.
“Oh-oh-oh!” Shamaine grunted with each thrust. Her head flung back and forth and she beat the outhouse wall. “It’s so big!”
“Ow-ow-ow!” Travis was actually crying. He pounded his fist against the wooden seat. “It’s so big!”
“Oh baby here it comes!” David groaned and began spurting deep inside his girlfriend.
“Oh baby here it comes!” Terence said through gritted teeth as his sphincter strained under the giant blasts of fecal matter spraying everywhere from the outhouse pit.
Shamaine pumped herself up and down as she milked every drop from her boyfriend. “Oh baby that was so good.” She kissed her boyfriend, and then she reached over and slapped Travis in the head, “Asshole. Couldn’t you see we were having a romantic moment?”
“Since when is it romantic for a meathead to bang a cheap slut in an outhouse bathroom?” Travis groaned. Shit was still pouring out of him like a flood. He tried to duck and dodge her blows, but instead Travis ended up misaligned with the hole, and crap began flooding across the seat. It oozed over and touched David’s hand.
“Eww!” David screamed as he jumped up. Shamaine’s head banged against the outhouse ceiling. She slipped off her boyfriend and landed face first in Travis’s crotch. The wooden seat gave way and Travis slid deeper into the hole. Shamaine’s head was wedged between his legs and his stomach. As she fell screaming, her mouth was open. It landed on David’s penis. With all her moans and pants he was mostly erect. Of course once he felt her soft lips and warm mouth he shot up hard as a rock.
Shamaine tried to pull away, but she was stuck. The more she tried to pull away, the more her head bobbed up and down, and the harder Travis got. Shamaine tried to brace herself against th
e wooden seat, but it was slick with shit, and her hands kept slipping and sliding. Travis was still suffering from violent diarrhea and as her head bobbed and shook, it made what was already a steady stream of pain turn into a violent flood of fecal matter.
Shamaine panicked and tried to push herself off from the man. Her crap covered hands pressed against his face and leg. Travis screamed as he smelled the stench coming off her fingers, and at that moment her hand slipped. Filthy fingers slipped into his mouth. Almost immediately his stomach lurched and rolled from nausea. Seconds later vomit was spewing out. The other teens groaned as they watched it spray out. Shamaine felt his puke pouring onto the back of her head. She became desperate and started pulling and jerking away. Her hands scrambled all over his body as she tried to get away. Her mouth bobbed up and down and twisted in all directions as she tried to remove herself. Her fecal covered hands poked him in the eyes, nose, ears, and then found his mouth two or three more times.
“David! It looks like Shamaine likes my uncle even better than you!” Drake yelled and all the other teens howled in laughter.
David glared at the older man, “That’s my girl!” He started punching the man in the face. Every time that David’s fist pounded into the other man’s nose, Travis’ head would bang against the back wall. The first punch broke his nose, the fifth punch had it permanently flattened to the side. Blood ran down his face, mixed with the vomit that was still coming out of his mouth, and coated down his chest and onto Shamaine.
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