Zombie Pimp

by Lee J Minter

  “Pimp,” Big Jesse said finishing Doc’s sentence.

  “I am afraid you took the bloody words right out of my mouth,” Doc said wide-eyed.

  Tasty finally tied a rag around Breezy’s mouth muffling his inhuman bawling.

  “Don’t be afraid, he’s secure,” Big Jesse assured Doc.

  Doc cautiously steps forward closer to examine Breezy’s condition.

  “All I can say is at the rate that he appears to be degenerating, we will soon have a walking corpse on our hands,” said Doc.

  “I see medical school wasn’t wasted on you,” Big Jesse said with a roll of his eyes.

  “No, I graduated in the top ten of my class,” Doc replied.

  “I didn’t mean that as a compliment,” Big Jesse said.

  Tasty laughed.

  “Is this Cat serious?” she asked Jesse.

  “I am afraid so,” Jesse answers.

  “Hey Jesse, I got a hit on that lab it’s in Hidden Valley California it’s about two hours from here,” Dixie said.

  “Okay good, hey Doc guess what? We are going for a ride,” said Big Jesse.

  “You two keep an eye out on the boss and make sure he don’t go nowhere,” Big Jesse said to the other two girls in the room.

  “Dixie and Tasty you are coming with us.”

  “Whoo-wee we get to have some fun,” Tasty said.

  “I got a bad feeling about this mate,” Doc said.

  “Good you’ll be the first one through the door then,” Jesse said.

  “Are you serious?” Doc said, almost choking on the lump in his throat.

  Big Jesse just gave him a firm look and said nothing.

  “Dixie make sure Coldpiece get that information, and he meets us at that spot in two hours,” he said.

  “Okay boss,” she said.

  Big Jesse smiled at this; she was right. He was boss, at least for now.

  He looked back at the dark corner were his boss was sitting, and that is when he could see the glow of Breezy’s pupils in the darkness like those of a wild captured animal.

  What the fuck was he turning into? Jesse thought as a chill went through his body.

  •

  Apex labs & Bio Research was a fairly well-concealed facility on acres of privately-owned land in Hidden Valley, California. And despite Big Jesse and his crew having an address to the facility it took some geographical navigation to reach this gated and fenced in compound.

  But as Big Jesse and his crew pulled up to the gates of the facility, he quickly noticed that the fence that outlines the perimeter was no ordinary fence, but more like the one you would see at San Quentin prison where he had done a five-year bid for armed robbery and assault as a young street thug.

  An armed security guard set inside a guard booth at the gate’s entrance and watched them as they pulled up to slowly to the gate.

  He got out and walked over slowly to their van, peeping inside, with a small flashlight in his hands.

  “Evening can I help you?” he said.

  “Yeah boss, we got some supplies that we need to drop off,” Big Jesse said, as he handed the security guard a clipboard with some official looking forms on it that corresponded to the fake magnet sign on the side of the van that said, (John Trick lab supplies & equipment).

  The security guard looks at his schedule.

  “I see the delivery, but I don’t see the name of your company,” he said.

  “There it is on the side of our van “boss,” Big Jesse said cheerfully.

  The security guard shook his head sideways, “That’s not what I mean, Mack” he said.

  Dixie smiled and wink at the security guard as they made eye contact.

  “I know boss, just funning, but we can take this shit back to the warehouse, all the same to me if you want,” said Jesse.

  “Naw and get my ass, chewed out, this shit happens all the time,” replied the guard.

  “How’re you doing little lady,” he said to Dixie with a smile on his face.

  “Fine handsome and you?” she said flirtatiously.

  The security guard grinned back as he handed Big Jesse a clipboard and an electronic visitor’s pass.

  “Sign this Mack,” he said.

  “How long you been on the job?” he asked Dixie.

  “Today is my first day, Wilbert’s showing me the ropes” she answer.

  “Wilbert is that so?” said the guard as his eyes cut to Big Jesse for a second.

  “Yes sir, Mr. Officer,” she said.

  “Well, I hope to see you around.”

  “Me too,” Dixie said, with a wink and a wave.

  “They’re okay, let them through,” the guard yelled out at another security guard who steps out of the darkness and hits a button on the gate causing it to slide back and open.

  “Wilbert?” Big Jesse said.

  “It worked,” Dixie said, with a giggle.

  “Yes, it did,” Jesse agreed, but he had not even seen that other rent-a-cop hiding in the shadows, and he couldn’t help from wondering why they had this place on lockdown like Fort freaking Knox.

  But one thing was for sure, in the back of his fake delivery van was enough hired guns to find out the reasons why? As the van slowly drove up to the paved delivery area and loading dock of the lab, under the watchful eye of Apex’s security cameras.

  Big Jesse and Dixie exited the vehicle and use the temporary electronic card pass given by security to them to access the building. Once in, Big Jesse open the back doors to the van and begin unloading the lab equipment which consists of Coldpiece, three of his hired hands, Tasty and Doc.

  • • •

  As Coldpiece and his three goons exited the back of the van, Big Jesse notices that him and his crew had indeed taken his advice and brought with them some serious firepower.

  M16A2’s and Heckler & Koch MP5’s lock and loaded and ready to rock & roll.

  “If you don’t mind me asking, Big Jess. What in the hell are we doing outside a Research Facility?” Coldpiece asks.

  Big Jessie removed several Polaroid pictures from his pocket and passed them over to Coldpiece.

  Coldpiece shined a mini Maglite on the pictures, as he looked them over. “What the fuck, who dig up the corpse?” he said.

  “That corpse is Breezy, and that corpse is still alive,” Jesse said.

  “You jiving me man?” Coldpiece said.

  “No jive, our man Breezy is a zombie-pimp right now,” Jessie stressed.

  His other crew looks at the pictures.

  “I heard of shit like this, but I thought shit like this only happens in Haiti, man.” One of the men in Coldpiece crew said.

  “Well consider this the new Haiti because I killed one of those mutherfucking dead things that bit Breezy and infected him,” Big Jesse said.

  “That’s some wild shit!” Coldpiece said.

  “And guess where that thing worked at?”

  Coldpiece and his crew’s eyes went towards the building.

  “Exactly!” Big Jesse said as he then pointed at the Research Facility for emphasis.

  “So, I need to find out what the hell is going on inside there? And how its related to Breezy and if there is some fucking cure for this shit, dig it?”

  “You damn skippy,” Coldpiece said.

  Doc looked at all the armed man and women around him than his empty hands.

  “If it’s not too much of a problem mate can I have something like what they have to protect myself in case shit goes bonkers?”

  “No, but you can have this and try not to shoot yourself in the foot,” Big Jesse said as he slaps a .38 in Doc’s hand.

  “By the way, it’s only one bullet in the cartridge so, don’t waste it if you don’t have too,” Jesse said to Doc.

  “One Bullet? But it holds six?” Doc said nervously.

  Coldpiece and his crew laughed because they knew that Big Jesse was only screwing with Doc.

  “Stay close, I’ll protect you honey buns,” Tasty said, to D
oc as she patted him on the ass then pump a round into her Mossberg shotgun.

  “Okay everybody, enough talk. Let’s find out what the fuck they’re hiding up in there?” Jessie said.

  “Disarm those fucking camera’s and let’s sweep this compound and see what kind of “Frankenstein shit,” that they got going on up in here,” Jesse said giving his final instructions before they proceeded inside.

  Dixie shook the can of spray paint up that she would use to blacken out the security camera lens.

  Doc gripped the .38 tightly as he made his way with the rest of them towards the building, sticking close too Tasty. He had a bad feeling earlier about this whole plan and unfortunately for him that feeling had not gone away.

  He was headed into the “belly of the beast” just like the rest of them and the only question that remained now, was how many of them would get out to talk about it tomorrow.

  •

  Big Jesse and his group now made their way back inside. He ordered Coldpiece and his crew to search one wing of the building while Dixie, Tasty, Doc and he search the other wing of the facility.

  They all would communicate with each other via headphone walkie-talkies sets that he had supplied them all with for contact.

  Big Jesse had no clue what they were looking for inside the lab? But he suspected whatever it was had to be somewhere in this research facility, as they cautiously made their way inside the loading dock area of the facility.

  “Here goes nothing,” Jesse said, as he took Dwight Kimbo’s employee badge out and stuck it in the card reader next to a door inside the drop-off area, that led to access into the more sensitive area of the facility.

  It was a gamble he knew he was taking regarding “If the access badge was still active or not?” lucky for him it was a gamble that paid off as the led light turns a bright green on the reader, and the door unlocks.

  “Baby we’re in,” he said.

  “Let’s do this,” Coldpiece said, gung-ho, his MP5 at the ready to rock and unload.

  As they made their way through the corridor of the facility, Dixie and Tracy hit the camera lenses that follow them from above with a shot of spray paint blinding them, from their movements or whoever was watching them.

  Big Jesse knew that it was probably only a matter of time before Apex’s security discover that he and his team had breached the facility, and all hell would break loose. That being said, he knew damn well whatever it was that they were looking for inside there, he knew it had to be found quickly before the shit hit the fan! Fast and hard.

  His crew came upon a door that had the word “Testing” on it; this was as good as a place to start as any, he thought as he opens the door to the antiseptic facility, he could hear what he thought was a human voice behind the door.

  “What the fuck?” he said as him and his crew eyes locked on to three corpses with prison uniforms on strapped down on gurneys across from each other.

  “Man, this is some deep doo-doo!” Tasty said as she made her way into the lab with the rest of them her Mossberg at the ready.

  “So, this is the alternative to death row,” Jesse said as he pointed out the Prison jumpsuits the corpses wore.

  “What in the bloody hell is going on here?” Doc said as he looked over at the strapped down corpse and sophisticated lab equipment and charts on display.

  “What does it look like?” Jesse said.

  “Ggggrrrrrr,” said one of the corpse, before it reached out and grabbed Tasty by her jacket and pulled her towards it for consumption.

  Tasty scream out! Right before she broke loose and fired off a buckshot into its head sending it slumping back down on the gurney this time dead for sure.

  It’s other two buddies seemed to spring to life and started grunting, going into a rampage as they try to break free from their straps.

  “These fucking things are alive!” Dixie shouted out as she fired off a round into the chest of one of the creatures, causing it took slump back down on the gurney as well, but it wasn’t dead, and unlike the two others it appeared to be of female orientation.

  It snaps back up growling as a black mucus oozes out of its rotten mouth.

  “You’re one ugly bitch!” Dixie said, right before she put a bullet this time dead center in the middle of its forehead.

  “Fucking zombies,” Jesse said, as he and the rest of them stood there in the lab room in awe of what they were dealing with inside this obvious lab of horrors.

  “Take pictures of this shit,” he said to Tasty, who then got a small camera out from around her neck and began snapping pictures of the lab and its contents.

  “I would not do that if I were you,” a voice said in the distance.

  “Who in the hell are you?” Jesse said, to the men in the white lab coat with salt and pepper hair.

  “Dr. Dick Dickerson and I am in charge of this research facility,” he said arrogantly.

  “It would be a dick in charge of this,” Tasty replied.

  “And who and the hell are you people and why are you trespassing?” he asks.

  “My boss got bit by one of your little playmates, and I need the fucking cure,” Jesse said curtly.

  Dr. Dickerson adjusted some pens in his lab coat pocket.

  “Aaaahhh, my lab tech Dwight Kimbo, that was an unfortunate accident, how he got infected,” Dickerson said.

  “He was a good man.”

  “Fuck him and fuck you! Dr. Dickenstein, I need the cure for this shit!” Jesse said pointing his assault rifle at the doctor.

  “And do not come any fucking closer,” he warned.

  Doc had been reading a medical journal of notes that Dr. Dickerson had written and been keeping on one of the tables in the lab.

  Notes: That spoke of a zombie virus that was created and would be administered and tested in a mandatory vaccination for population control and to eradicate the undesirables in a society that was not of good gene pools and a burden and dredge on society. All inner cities ridden with crime and other malfeasances would be the first operative targets, and this new virus would be given the name Z-1 Prionisis by this research facility once it was perfected and ready for mass distribution.

  Collateral damage was expected, equated, and assessed outside of Z-1 Prionisis’s targeted demographics. But it has been determined through research and testing that this new virus benefits to new world order will far outweigh any negative consequences that it may have on a global scale once its activated and epidemic in its highly contagious and genetic form.

  Apex Labs & Bioresearch.

  Dr. Dick Dickerson

  “This is bloody madness! “Doc shouted out, with the journal in his hand.

  “Sanction Government madness,” Dr. Dickerson said with a smile.

  “What’cha got there Doc?” Jesse said.

  “A lab journal on genocide, on us…” Doc said gravely.

  “Goddamn fucking domestic Nazi’s!” Tasty said.

  “Let’s do this muthafucker now,” said Dixie.

  Big Jesse threw his hand out to an agitated Dixie to not shoot.

  “Hold up!”

  “Dr. Dick is there a cure?”

  “There’s always a cure,” Dr. Dickerson said grinning.

  “Question is…” he paused.

  “What?” Jesse asks.

  “Can your black ass afford it?” Dickerson said, snickering as he unfastens the last strap on one of the zombie’s on the gurneys.

  “No!” Jesse yelled out.

  But it was too late, as the zombie lunge up off the table and attacked an unaware Dixie going for her throat as she fired rounds helplessly into the air.

  The zombie bit into her neck as she attempted to get away from the creature.

  Big Jesse and the others watch frozen for a moment in terror.

  “Get off her muthafucker!” Big Jesse said as he let loose with a barrage of bullets that tore into the flesh of the creature, propelling the walking dead abomination off of Dixie as it ate the bullets like a fat
kid eating cake.

  Doc walked up behind it and put two .38 bullets straight into its head, sending its brain matter out the front of its skull.

  More gunshots could be heard throughout the facility as the building alarms went off flashing strobes of red from its overhead sensors.

  Just like Big Jesse had determined it would “shit had hit the fan and hard!”

  In all the melee the other creature (unnoticed) had been unstrapped by Dr. Dickerson also, as he fled.

  The undead came up off the table but did not fair as well as its predecessor, because Tasty (alert) quickly raised her Mossberg and obliterated whatever little brains that the she-zombie had left all over the lab floor.

  “He’s getting away,” Tasty said, as she noticed Dr. Dickerson exiting the testing lab with some folders and a briefcase in his hands.

  “He won’t get far,” Jesse assured Tasty, as he caught sight of the doctor going out the door.

  Coldpiece came in over the headset walkie-talkie “BJ we taking fire and we got one down, these muthafuckers are everywhere like cockroaches!” he said.

  “CP holds it down we are en route and b.o.l. on a dick headed your way,” Jesse said.

  “A what?” Coldpiece responded, not sure he heard Big Jesse correctly.

  “White male, 5-10, salt and peppered hair, Dr. Dick (asshole) Dickerson.”

  “A dick gotcha,” said Coldpiece.

  Big Jesse could hear the sound of gunfire in the background.

  “Let’s move, maybe we can catch up with that asshole,” he said.

  “What about Dixie?” Tasty said.

  Big Jesse looked down at Dixie who was moaning and holding her bloody throat.

  “Put a bullet in her head to make sure she doesn’t come back as one of those things.”

  • • •

  Coldpiece was right Big Jesse thought as they made their way into the corridor they were “everywhere” the undead. It was as if Dr. Dickerson had unleashed every test subject in the building to do his dirty work while he got the hell out of dodge.

  A horde of the walking dead now surrounded the halls feasting on Apex security guards and whatever else they could sink their cannibalistic teeth into as they walk aimlessly about in an almost vegetative state, sniffing out the air for the smell of fresh meat - human meat.

  Now it was up to Big Jesse and his two companions to cut through that hoard if they ever had any serious intentions on making it out of the building alive and catching up with Dickerson.