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Episode 57: A Little Advice…

September 14, 2011 1 comment

The officer flips through the air in a sloppy spiral his legs and arms rotating as he flies until he slams into the wall beside the doors of the police station with a bone-shattering crunching sound. He then slides slowly down the wall and lies bonelessly on the ground, leaving a trail of blood and gore dripping down the wall.

The two remaining police officers turn and watch the body slide down the wall with looks of terror on their faces.

Darren turns and opens fire on the officer with the smashed in head and glowing eyes, running a trail of bullets across his shoulders and chest. Candy and Chevelle turn and open fire on him as well riddling the corpse with bullets. Hanzo levels his shotgun and fires both barrels at the cops chest, the two twelve-gauge slugs tear huge holes through the chest cutting through a pair of tentacles that had just burst from the body. The corpse falls to the ground twitching its arms lying to either side its hands clenching and un-clenching, most of the chest is gone with only blood-splattered hunks remaining. The smashed-ruined head has fallen backward and from the neck a thick black tentacle bursts forth and grabs Joey’s left leg. He screams as it flings him through the air and he lands smashing into one of the burned-out wrecks in the parking lot.

Hanzo reloads his shotgun after stepping back a few steps with two shells from his pocket. Chevelle screams and empties her Glock into the bloody and fragmented head. The two officers turn back just in time to see the tentacle grab Joey and they both scream and open fire with their assault rifles on the corpse of their friend. There is a whooshing noise and a greenish-black fire rises from the neck of the body, from the end of each arm and each leg. The tentacle coming out of the neck writhes around and then lays down on the ground as the fire consumes it and the remaining limbs, leaving behind an exact replica of itself formed out of ash.

Chevelle runs out into the parking lot and kneels down by Joey and gathers him up in her arms. Darren pulls the clip from his AR15 and starts to reload it with bullets from his pocket.

“Don’t touch that! Leave it be,” Candy says to one of the police officers who is crouching down his hand reaching for the remains.

“Craig, leave that alone and go check on Buddy,” Dale says to the other cop.

Craig stares at the tentacle made of ash in front of him for another second and quickly pokes it with the tip of his finger and then smiles as it crumbles to a pile of dust before his eyes. He stands up wiping the ash from his finger on his pants and walks over to the body smashed into the wall by the door.

“Aww Buddy, what have they done to ya,” Craig says, kneeling down beside the corpse.

The head of the body snaps upward clipping Craig in the chin which throws him backward to fall on his ass. The skin of Buddy’s face has slid half-way off his skull and one of his eyes has popped and there is whitish goop running down his cheek. The mouth opens up and a set of three tentacles tear out of his lips peeling the skin back from his jaws like a banana and they reach for Hanzo.

Hanzo snaps his shotgun closed and smiling he raises it up and fires both slugs at the things face. The tentacles drop to the ground and Buddy’s jaw disintegrates as the huge steel-jacketed slugs tear the head off of the body. From the neck another four tentacles lash out tearing open the corpses collar bones and something bulges for a second as Hanzo staggers backward to reload. The bulge sprouts an eye in the center of its mass and more tentacles tear it free of the body. The eye has two irises each dancing across the surface of the orb in dizzying patterns.

“Fuck that shit,” Hanzo says, he drops the shotgun and pulls both of his Desert Eagles and opens fire.

The bullets enter the eye splashing white goo around but the surface of the orb closes behind the bullets. Dale screams as he kneels there trying to pull Craig away from the corpse and gets hit with eye-goo.

“What the fuck dude?” Dale yells, as he drops Craig and frantically wipes the goop from his skin with his shirt sleeve.

Hanzo glances over in time to see Dale’s arm wipe away the goop, revealing an eye on his cheek with feelers that are digging into his head. Hanzo snaps his right gun onto Dale and the other continues to fire on Buddy’s corpse and the creature pulling itself free of his chest. Hanzo pulls his trigger and Dale’s head explodes in a shower of brains and bone-fragments.

“A little help guys?” Hanzo yells as Dale’s body falls to the ground twitching.

Candy’s rifle is empty so she slings it over her shoulder and stooping down she picks up one of the police officer’s AR15s she points it at the bulbous growing green and black thing bursting from the chest of the corpse and opens fire. She holds the trigger down and peppers the body with a full-auto burst until the clip empties. The bullets tear into the thing knocking copious amounts of fluid and mucus-like ichor from it as it half-deflates like a rotted watermelon.

A string of flashlights come running over from the casino next door. “Hold your fire!” A voice yells.

Hanzo, Candy and Darren go back to back making a triangle covering all around them. All of them reload as the lights approach.

“Joey are you okay?” Darren yells.

“He is still unconscious!” Chevelle yells.

“Stand down Darren,” Rob Fox yells walking into the light out front of the police station.

“Fine then, y’all deal with this, but take a little advice from the Rapid Ramen, don’t touch those mother fuckers,” Hanzo yells back to Rob nodding his head toward the fallen officers.

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Episode 56: The Gray Police…

“Yeah, she’s right we’re good, you can keep it,” Joey laughs, and rolls another joint.

Darren stares out the back of the truck clutching his rifle, his head still ringing with the pain of the savage scream he had just endured.

“Who fucking farted, holy fuck that reeks,” Darren says.

Chevelle follows Hanzo down the off-ramp as they exit the highway at the main street exit. They roll across the intersection and turn to the right and pull into the police station. She pulls up next to the semi and they come to a stop next to Hanzo’s trucks cab. The parking lot is more of a circular driveway out front of the building and in the empty field between it and the highway lay the bodies of several rotting alligators, and human corpses that they had been feeding on. Each of the corpses are swarming with millions of huge buzzing flies that are feasting on the putrefying flesh of the dead reptiles. There are seven burned out and gutted vehicles, sitting in the parking lot, there is one truck on fire right by the entrance to the place and the rest are up by the building. Where the median usually is in the street that the police station is on runs a river, in the river an Airboat is tied up to a tree and there are around six dead bikers littering the bank of the river beside it.

The door to the truck opens and Hanzo gets out and stretches his arms up in the air, from his mouth dangles a huge fat joint which is trailing streams of smoke. The smell of the rotted bodies is so bad that Candy pulls a bandana out of her pocket and ties it around her face. The pouring rain is dampening quite a bit of the smell and Darren guesses that in the morning this must be hell on earth. Joey and Chevelle get out of the front of the truck and walk over to where Hanzo is standing and turn back to look at Candy and Darren in the bed of the truck. Darren takes a bandana that Candy hands him and ties it over his face. Darren hops down from the truck bed and helps Candy down as well, he turns with a joint still in his mouth and he walks over to where Hanzo and the others are standing.

There are lights inside the police station moving around and then the front door opens up and four police officers step outside with automatic rifles at the ready. One of the officers reaches over and swings a light around on one of the burned out wrecks and flicks it on. A bright beam of light shines on them and the cops check them out.

“Hold on there boys, hang on there fellas. We are here to see our buddy Rob Fox, we met him the other day and he said hey if you are ever in the neighborhood and so hey we’re here. Listen guys I got some of the best cheddar you ever tasted and all we want in return is to have a little chat with our buddy Rob… Sound fair?” Hanzo says, taking the lead.

“You know the sheriff?” one of the officers asks.

Darren looks over at Joey and says, “Looks like he got a promotion.”

“Sure does,” Joey replies, with a smile.

“Yes, so you claim to know the sheriff, tell you folks what. You let me walk on back inside here and make a call on the radio. Then we will see what we will see. You are more than welcome to just stand there quietly and not move, sounds fair huh?” the officer replies.

“Fine and dandy if they are real cops,” Darren whispers, toward Joey with the joint still in his mouth.

Joey reaches his left hand up and scratches his eyebrow for a second, during which he uses his pinky to quickly pull aside his eye-patch and then let it snap back. The police officers look normal but beyond them some sort of greenish tendrils of smoke or something is hovering above what looks like one of the bodies out in the field by the highway.

“They are okay,” Joey whispers back to Darren.

Hanzo smiles and holds out his huge joint toward the cops and nods, asking them if they want a hit. Two of the cops silently nod to him but the third shakes his head.

“No thanks friend, we are on duty.” say the cop who shook his head.

The other two cops simultaneously and look at the cop who spoke with astonishment on their faces. The fourth officer comes back outside and then walks over the other three.

“What are your names?” the officer asks them.

“I am Darren, and this here is Candy,” Darren says indicating himself and Candy.

“I am Hanzo,” Hanzo replies.

“I am Chevelle,” Chevelle says with a smile.

“And I am Joey,” Joey says.

“Ok good there was one other name he mentioned but we are good, I am Dale,” the cop says.

“Ray Ray,” Chevelle says with a giggle.

“It is really fun bantering back and forth but would you mind if we take this conversation inside over a cup of coffee perhaps?” Darren says, and pulls his rifle over his shoulder by the strap.

They start walking toward the door of the police station. Lightning strike in the distance and Joey stops Darren just as they get to the door. They let the others go on inside and Joey looks up at Darren, “There is something out there in the field.”

“Is it something only you can see?” Darren asks looking right at him.

“What did you see?” Dale and the other officers ask, and they crowd at the doorway to look back out into the field where Joey is staring.

Candy slips her rifle from it’s strap on her shoulder and walks back out to stand beside Darren.

“What did you see Joey?” Chevelle asks coming to stand beside him.

Joey pulls his eye-patch off his head and stares at each of the cops in turn causing them to flinch back away from his nasty-looking wounded eye. He stares back out at the field at the green-ish tendrils waving over one of the corpses.

“It is there,” he says, pointing toward one of the bodies. “It’s one of those things again, whatever that body is, it isn’t all the way dead yet.”

“I don’t see it, what are you talking about?” one of the cops asks.

Out in the field there is a moaning sound over the noise of the rain and thunder and then surrounded by a green glow, the body sits up with its malevolent eyes burning with green light.

Darren pulls his earplug out and listens for a second. The blood so ripe to taste the pulsing red, the red that lives and splatters. Darren the plug back in his ear.

“Holy shit, what the fuck is that?” one of the cops asks.

“Why is it glowing, what is that thing?” another cop asks.

Darren shoves Candy toward the front doors of the building and raising his AR15 and opens fire.

Joey pulls his rifle from his shoulder and opens fire. The police, Hanzo and the girls waste no time in joining them. Hundreds of bullets tear through the corpse as it struggles to its feet out in the mud. It staggers under fire and walks toward them slowly step by step moaning in it’s rage. A tentacle rips from its chest and grabs a corpse from the ground beside it with a flick the thing hurls the corpse at them. The obese corpse spins end over end in the air toward them and smashes into one of pillars holding up the carport at the front of the building. The body explodes and chunks of flesh go flying off in all directions, the head flies toward them. It hits one of the cops in the face and splatters like an over-ripe apple raining chunks of brains, meat and gore all over the pavement. The officer falls down bonelessly his face shattered by the impact of the now flattened skull. His hands twitch frantically as a swarm of rotted green-glowing maggots tear into the jagged remains of his face.

“Kenny!” one of the other officers bellows hurrying over to him.

The corpse out in the field tears a section of the fence around the building apart and manages a few steps beyond it and them collapses in a hail of bullets.

Joey turns as the dead officer sits up and throws his friend aside like a loaf of bread, “You gotta be fucking kidding me!” he yells as the fallen cop’s eyes light up with a wicked green glow.

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