Kellan stood in awe at the dripping flesh from the child’s face. The only thing running through my mind is this reminds me a lot like my favorite zombie novel, Flesh Eating Terror. Kellan still hadn’t moved from his spot and this acid faced child was getting closer. Since in my mind I decided Kellan was going to be a girl about everything, I grew a pair of balls that were larger than life and silently stepped in front of him. Without any hesitation, I charged that flesh eating abomination and with one quick slice, I split that bastards head clean down the middle and brain matter flew back at me with the force of the swing. When I was done with the brutality of my kill, I had blood splatter on my clothing and little droplets on my face. I grabbed Kellan’s hand and we went back down, locking the door behind us.
Michael eyeballed my face and clothes. His gaze asking what the fuck had happened, but no words were ever spoken as he grabbed my katana out of my hand and simply handed me a damp wash cloth. I felt a mixture of relief and disgust as I tried get the brain matter out of my clothing. I had a feeling that it would never smell the same. I managed to muster up enough courage to mutter “There were dead people eating people and I just sliced some kids head in half. It looks like we have a living corpse problem upstairs.” Both Michael and Kellan looked at me like I was retarded or having a severe nervous breakdown. I felt like I just watch a Pink Floyd film and had a really bad trip on LSD.
Next thing we all knew, Lorna started spewing Bible verses like she was a TV Evangelist all hyped up on espresso. I think we all got tired of hearing the same things over and over again but the breaking point was when she stated “It’s all Betricia’s fault. She fornicates with the Devil. She breeds evil. She brought Satan’s demons to Earth to enslave all our souls. If we want to survive we need to kill her. We need end her life in Biblical ritual to cleanse our souls. If we do this, then God, our precious Savior will forgive us all and cast all those minions of Beelzebub back to hell.”
I simply had enough . I grabbed the closest thing to me, which happened to be a meat cleaver and held it as close as I could to her.
“Lorna, if you do not stop saying that it’s my fault and that I am Satan’s whore and that I breed evil. The next time something like that comes out of your mouth I will do more than just knock you out. I will fucking slice your tongue out of your mouth and then throw you outside. Got it bitch?”
All she could do was shake her head yes. We all had enough of her. I just had enough gumption to stand up to her. So to keep it peaceful we tied her ass to a chair and gagged her. She was fed twice a day. Each day I would try to reason with her. She was a religious fanatic. If she wasn’t Pentecostal, I honestly think she would be a member of a pagan cult. If she would be peaceful we would let her go. After a week of trying, We gave up. Michael took care of Lorna’s needs so I wouldn’t have to be around her.
Being in this bomb shelter for almost 2 weeks I began to get stir crazy. I got tired of board games, card games, and watching the same old movies. I needed fresh air and sunlight. This artificial light was making everything blue. White walls with blue lights, almost like being in a hospital, only difference was some better food and no nurses. I wanted to be around people, preferably alive and not looking to make a meal out of my innards. Nasty ass undead cannibals, why did they have to ruin everything? After the incident with the acid face kid, Kellan and I aren’t allowed to go upstairs. Kellan is starting to look stir crazy and I know there are a few movies that we rented in the house that we didn’t see. His room is in the attic, so it might be safe from our cannibal friends. This just might be an interesting adventure.
“Hey, Kellan. Want to try to make it to your room for some new movies and maybe my clothes ?”
“Eh, sure. Why not Betts? We can get some more necessary items while we are there.”
“Thank God. Uh... We don’t have to tell your dad about going up there do we ? ... I just know we aren’t supposed to go upstairs and all after my little mishap.”
“No. We should be able to take the tunnel that goes straight into the basement from here. The basement has no windows and the generator should be on, so the camera’s should tells us if there are any in the house and if so how many.”
“Oh I cannot wait to be in my clean clothes and maybe have a hot shower. I am so tired of smelling like death. Basement still has that spare bedroom and bathroom right ?”
“Yeah, it still has the spare bedroom. So you can have your shower and I can’t wait to see you out of clothes either.”
Kellan didn’t seem like the type who would flirt with me. He always told me he liked me and cracked jokes about how hot I was but I thought he liked me as a friend, not as in he wanted to fuck me. I won’t lie I managed to sneak peeks over the years and I have always wanted what I seen but he was always with some talentless whore.
I grabbed my trusted weapon and we headed into the tunnel. It was narrow and smelled of wet earth. This was the creepiest place I have been so far in the last three months. It did more than just creep me out. It’s scary as shit with no light. Kellan guided us with ease. He knew every turn in the path as if it was burned into his brain. I grabbed his hand as a comfort, knowing that he was there and wasn’t just going to leave me behind. What Kellan did in return pissed me off and turned me on all at the same time.
Kellan pushed me into the earthen wall and kissed me with such heated passion that I released a whimpering little moan. He took that as a cue to lift me to him by my ass. What was I doing ? This was my best friend. The one person I shared everything with and I was going farther than I should have. I wanted to pull away but the moment he slipped his hand into my shorts, I abandoned that thought. I let go of all those thoughts and let my body do all the talking. Needless to say, Kellan fucked me on that dirt floor in the tunnel and I loved every minute of it. I shouldn’t have let it go that far. Everything would get weird now. I just needed to get my shit and get the fuck out of this situation as soon as I could, before I let anything else happen with Kellan.
After everything had happened I knew that nothing should ever happen again and if it did I risked a chance of creating a little creature that I wasn’t prepared for. For every action there is an equal or opposite reaction. Thanks Newton. Well we got dressed and everything seemed natural to Kellan. This was the most awkward and unnatural situation for me. I had dirt and rock on my body and in my hair. I felt worse than a prostitute but more satisfied than a kitten who drank a full bowl of milk.
We got dressed and Kellan attempted to make conversation but each attempt I remained silent. I felt guilty. What was done was natural but wrong. He kept holding my hand and acting like we had been dating for years. That just made me want to leave even more.
“Betts, you ready for that hot shower and clean clothes ?”
“Oh yeah. I can’t wait for a shower, my own clothes, and possibly something that isn’t water and chocolate .... Oh a soda sounds so good right now. Kellan,..... I can’t wait to watch something besides a black and white film.”
“Same here. I am so tired of black and white films. Are you sure you’re ready to enter the house? If no one’s broken into it, there should be plenty of snacks to make your heart melt. It’s just on the other side of this door.”
Kellan grabbed my hair then pulled me close and kissed me.