Dusk of The Dead
Totally not related to George Romero’s zombie flicks, but the title defiantly was inspired by the missing chapter....
“Look, they can’t feel pain. They’re dumb as rocks…they’re perfect sex slaves,” Donny proclaimed looking down at the pathetic existence of the creature. “Of course, I had to bind them with stronger material, but in the end, this has become one of the better businesses…especially in this day and age.” He looked back at the young woman, who had made her way all the way here, looking for one final way out of the hell the world had become. Unfortunately for her, mankind had become another threat, despite the persistence of the zombies….
“You’re a sick bastard.”
Donny smirked, paying no mind to the snooty remark. “Of course, the bodies do become rotten after a few years, even with cleanup…that’s when our crew goes in search of fresh bodies, or…the other way. I believe that’s how we got you.” He brought the girl’s chin up, knowing that she couldn’t move, and he was free to do to her as he pleased. “You’re a pretty face…you’ll allow me some power in this fucking city.” He brought up a saw, just enough to nick her skin, allowing a drop of blood to pour out. Donny licked it, and moaned in twisted pleasure.
The creature had made its way grabbing at him. It startled him, as he used the saw to cut its head off. It flew across the floor. The girl screamed as she watched the horror of the gore. “Shit, I lose more product that way. Damn things think they can get at me, even after ever so cautiously removing their hands and sowing their mouths shut…” he looked back to the girl to continue, “and she wasn’t even that old. Oh well, you’ll make a fine replacement.”
The girl screamed in retaliation and disbelief. Donny smacked her. “Shut the fuck up, you little whore.” He came into an angry state, like he always had. The times of the dead had allowed for such acts to be acceptable, moral or not. He was angry, and he took it out on every one of his victims, products, and even sometimes his very own peers. “I think I’ll start out by fucking you. Death comes later…” He paused for a moment, lost in his own sick thoughts. “Well, virgins do catch a higher price.”
He examined her some more. “Fucking dumb blonde…how the hell did you survive anyway?” She wasn’t that much shorter than him, but he still had the advantage in height.
“Fucking dumb blonde has a name!”
Donny punched her hard, causing her to bite into her tongue. He laughed, “Fucking dumb blonde learns fast, and sounds so much like a blonde.” He wiped some sweat off, with an evil look to him.
The girl could taste the metallic liquid pour from her mouth. Her confidence still there, especially after all she had known. “The name is Rachael. It’s fucking Rachael.” Donny was still in a rush of anger, and this only fueled it some more. He punched her again.
“Fucking dumb blonde.”
And again… “Fucking dumb blonde, fucking dumb blonde, fucking dumb blonde!” And again, he punched her until her face was battered and bruised, with blood spilling from her mouth and nostrils. Her left eye swollen and nearly blinded, she looked up at him still.
“It’s…fucking…Rachael.”
This angered beyond belief. He’d never felt so angry. Secretly, he loved it though. This girl was bringing the demon out of him. “A defiant little bitch, aren’t we?” He struck at her one more time, forgetting about the saw as it cut through her right arm. She yelped in pain.
Donny breathed deeply, panting and resting after the assault. “Fine, you can be fucking Rachael…at least for now…Rachael the dumb fucking blonde.” He felt thrilled at the excitement she had caused him.
“You know, I might just keep you alive for awhile. Until a customer comes by, of course.”
TBC
wouldnt a live girl be prettier and more fun??
and how is a dumb zombie and improvement over a dumb blond?
I'm not entirely too sure where this is going, since it confuses a bit, but it seems quite interesting, to say least. It'd be great if like, we/I could know about what types of products Donny makes.
Oh, and just out of sheer curiosity, is that Rachael from Animorphs? Lord knows I love that series. =>
No, Rachael just happened to be the name I picked out of random (I lost track of that series after book 14.) As for the products, I didn’t mean to leave it so vague, but I was sure it was pretty obvious…well, just read on, and all will be answered.
Rachael was thrown into the room, with Donny’s other victims. They all awaited the same fate, and many of them were broken, and looking into the eyes of some of the other girls, there just wasn’t anything there anymore. Donny had taken whatever stability they had left, and killed it. Too weak to move, Rachael could not break for it, and could only watch as the door slammed shut, with the image of Donny’s twisted smile burned into her memory. All she could do is fall asleep, hoping this was all but a nightmare.
Meanwhile, Donny had to meet with his customers. The nasty little bastards, with what little society they had in this post-apocalyptic-city, his business was sure to grant him some security and away from these damn creatures. Sure, he enjoyed the hell out of it, but many times he had seen friends die, and he himself almost taken in by the creatures of the living dead. The very thing he was trying to escape is what he had to face everyday to ironically escape from…he wasn’t complaining though, because there were no more laws, and obviously morality was dead in this day and age.
It was only four-short-years ago, when he was just a mortician (something that made his new calling that much easier,) and everything was fine…but then there was the outbreak. It happened so fast, and allowed for the world to decline into this sorry state. He was amazed he was still alive, even with the persistence of these creatures, but then again…humans are pretty damn persistent themselves. After all, these things were once humans, in a civilized society. That’s why they shared a common ability to populate the world in such a manner. Donny had brought with him his apprentice, and another friend who had survived just as long as he had. This was their group of three, and together they would search for the prettiest girls…dead or alive. Then they would take them in, because they would be dammed if they couldn’t have sexual release. Hell, it was pretty damn funny to Donny now, but he had comically learned about the creatures when he decided to have sex with a dead body at the morgue. An incident he’d joke about, and how it was his necrophilia that had brought about the end of the world.
“Well, we’re here.” He said. They all looked up at the towering ruin, a mall, of all places. This was their main base, and a way of survival. Thankfully, the route had been secured by their efforts, but it was well worth it. Walking through the many levels, they finally reached a door, with a skull painted on it. A personal symbol of sorts that they had used for marking territory and showing that there were inhabitants here, and hopefully they would get the message they weren’t friendly. Donny approached it, and knocked three times fast, and three times slow, a way of showing they weren’t outsiders.
It was quickly opened, followed by two guards with rifles firmly grasped in their arms. They allowed Donny and his crew to enter. Donny approached their leader, and greeted him by kneeling. The guy was just as twisted, if not more so than Donny was.
“Ah, Donny. It’s about fucking time, this bitch has been rotting for far too long and she’s really starting to stink. I’m not able to keep it hard anymore, ya know. I need some fresh skin, and in fact, I had to dispose of her, because somehow she had broken free and tried choking me. Where the hell do these things learn skills like that anyway?”
Donny just looked on as he spoke, for he didn’t want to anger his favorite customer.
“Anyway, how many have you collected this time? You know, it’s the only reason why we allow you to even be protected by us. If you don’t collect them females, we’d just have to use your ass for some hard lovin. Did you happen to get another child?”
“No, not this time around.”
“Damn, I love torturing them the best before killing them. Oh well…what about the women, any feisty ones I can brake down?”
TBC
