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Episode 35: That Aint Right…

November 13, 2010 1 comment

Dawn and Chevelle get up and run over to the women tied to the posts as the last biker dies in a shower of gore at Hanzo’s feet. They hurry over to the woman and as they untie her, she collapses into Dawn’s arms with a murmured word.

“What did she say?”Chevelle asks.

“Stephanie, is what it sounded like,”Dawn says.

The woman waves her hand toward the house. Dawn glances at the front door, where a biker corpse lies in a pool of guts and blood, with it’s fly still half undone.

“Joey!”Chevelle yells.

Joey and Darren run across the yard and stop as Dawn leads the woman away with her arm over her shoulder, toward Hanzo’s truck. Chevelle is untying the smallest girl who is the only one still alive from the post she is tied to as they arrive.

“What is it,”Joey asks.

“I think there was a girl inside, named Stephanie.”Chevelle says nodding toward the front door as she picks the girl up and starts walking for Hanzo’s truck.

Darren and Joey glance at each other. Darren slings his AR-15 and reloads his Judge as they walk to the front door. Joey step over the body with his Ar-15 held ready.

Inside the house, their step into a living room, there is a couch against the far wall and a smashed TV to their right. To there left is an open door beyond which they see a kitchen. What holds their eyes though is the naked figure draped across the coffee-table in a splatter of red. Her body has been ritualistically flayed open, her chest split with ribs akimbo and her entrails tossed to the side. Her panties are pulled down and she is leaking copious amounts of whitish fluid from her beaten and mangled sex. Her face has been smashed and her right eye is dangling from a cord of flesh suspended from the gaping empty socket. On her forehead is carved a pentagram and for just a second as they came in they could have sworn light was streaming from it, projecting the image of it onto the ceiling. It vanished quickly though and the room dims down to only the light streaming in from the torn-open front door.

As they stand there staring at her, a bulge forms in her throat as if something inside is pushing, trying to escape. The corpses mouth opens and a tentacle bursts forth, it has a row of suction cups on the bottom of it, and there is an eye at the tip. It wriggles and slides this way and that until the eye turns toward them.

“You gotta be fucking kidding me?”Darren says.

“That ain’t right!”Joey says raising his Ar-15 and taking aim.

The mass of lungs, heart and organs in her split-open chest cavity begin to wriggle and squirm as something shrieks and more tentacles sprout from the base of her throat. They wrap themselves around her organs, as Joey makes a retching sound. The dangling right-eye hanging on her cheek turns and glares at them with unholy malevolence. Then her lung is flying toward Joey as the tentacle lashes forth hurling it at him. With a wet splattering sound it hits him square in the face. Joey steps back, vomiting as the slime from the lung burns his eyes.

Darren opens fire. The bullets from the AR-15 spray the unmoving corpse, riddling it with lead from the shoulders upward severing the head from the body and reducing the skull to putty.  Another tentacle with an eye on it lashes out from the gaping chest cavity hurling the girl’s heart at Darren as his gun clicks on empty. The heart spins through the air spraying drops of blood as it flies toward him. In one smooth motion Darren pulls his machete from its sheath on his back and splits the heart in twain. The severed halves each deflect in-flight and barely miss his face, the disgorged blood however empties on him in passing, blinding him.

Darren falls back against the door jamb his feet trip up on the corpse lying there and he falls down on top of it.

Joey clears his eyes just in time to see Darren’s gun click empty and the heart hit him in the face. As Darren falls, Joey raises his AR-15.

“Noooooooooooo!!!”he yells as he empties his clip into the body right where the tentacle is sprouting from it.

The tentacle falls lifeless to floor of the mobile home, it immediately begins emitting a noxious smoke as it dissolves into the living room floor. Joey begins coughing as he stumbles over to Darren and grabbing him under the arm yanks them both outside and pulls him away as the entire trailer bursts into flames. The sickening greenish-blue flames lick towards the sky as an unholy baritone voice cries out in agony. The trailer collapses onto itself as they stagger away and a thick tentacle which is on fire reaches for them and nearly gets them as they lurch away from its grasp.

Darren and Joey lie there on the front yard coughing and choking in between gasps for air. Candy and Chevelle arrive seconds later as Joey wipes a greenish goop from Darren’s ear as he coughs up the blood from the heart-spray. Candy pulls a first aid kit, from the helicopter crash, out of her cargo pocket in her camo-pants. She pulls out some gauze and begins wiping blood from both of them and uses a little bottle of alcohol to help clean them up a bit.

‘What the fuck happened,”Chevelle asks.

“What was that thing?”Candy asks them.

“I…”Joey says.

Chevelle hands him a bottle of whiskey, which Joey immediately dumps on his face.

“Get it off… Get it off of me…”he says his hands shaking in a frightened-palsy, holding onto the whiskey bottle for dear life.

“It’s ok, we’ll get it off you…”Chevelle says wiping more blood and booze from his face with a pad of gauze.

Joey takes a long swig of the whiskey, his hands shaking as he holds Chevelle’s hand tightly to him, his eyes wide with terror darting around quickly conveying his inner fear.

“What is that… In your eye?”Chevelle says.

“What do you mean,”Joey asks looking up at her.

She gasps as she stares at him. Glancing down she reaches into her pocket and pulls out a compact. She opens it and hands it to him. Joey takes the mirror in his shaking hands and after a few seconds is able to stop his hands shaking long enough to see it. The pupil of his left eye is scarred with a greenish line, roughly in the shape of a pentagram.

“What the fuck?”Joey asks closing his eyes.

“I don’t know, but we will figure it out ok?”Chevelle says as she hold him close and tears fall from her eyes.

“What?”Darren says as he pushes Candy off of him and stands hastily to his feet.

“What’s going on?”Candy says.

“Don’t you hear that? Who is that, show yourself,”Darren says waving his Ar-15 around looking for a target.

“Calm down honey, it’s just us,”Candy says.

“No, someone is talking, who are you?”Darren says looking to the right his gun twitching as he looks for a target.

“The blood, so wicked to grind the flesh from the bones to rip the guts, the blood sprays so pretty, it intoxicates the senses, come with me the blood will pave the way to the new beginning and your complete end,”A voice whispers in Darren’s ear.

“What is it man?”Joey asks as Darren shoots a few rounds into burning house.

“I don’t know, someone is fucking around in there, it’s still alive!!!”Darren says as he empties another clip into the flaming mound that was once a trailer home, “Shut the fuck up!”

Candy stands up and walks over to him, her arm cocks back and she lets fly with a fist which hits Darren’s jaw so hard his mouth snaps shut with an audible click. He staggers back few steps and rubbing his jaw he looks at her.

“Snap the fuck out of it! Your freaking me out!”Candy says.

“What about you, do you need me to slap you too?”Chevelle asks Joey.

“No thanks, closing my eyes seems to help much better than pain,”Joey says as he stands up.

“That aint right…”Darren says rubbing his jaw.

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Episode 34: This is My BoomStick!

November 13, 2010 1 comment

They are standing there laughing and passing around a joint when there is a rustling sound in the high grass of the ditch beside the highway. A huge cancerous-diseased snout pokes out of the grass to their left. The alligator’s teeth are broken and rotted, its eyes are greenish and oozing pus. They all pull out their pistols and open fire.

The gator pushes its head and shoulders out onto the road as blast after blast hits its flesh and tears into it.

The bullets rip and shred its head but it keeps on crawling toward them. Both of its eyes explode as high-velocity bullets punch them out the back of its head ricocheted of its sloped-skull.

But it keeps on coming.

Darren unload all five shots from his 410 Judge, exposing its upper jaw after blasting away all the meat from its nose.

But still it keeps crawling toward them its mouth snapping and flecks of greenish-ichor splashing on the pavement as it lurches instinctively toward them, its hunger unfathomable.

“Fuck this shit,”Hanzo says setting the bottle of Jack on the bumper of his truck and putting his Desert Eagle back in its holster.

He pulls a pistol grip shotgun from its sheath on his back. He jacks the slide, chambering a shell, he aims at the gator and pulls the trigger. The 12 gauge slug blows a hole right through creatures skull, mangling its spine and bouncing off the road to explode out of its back through its stomach.

The beast twitches and fountains of gore and guts spew from its many wounds for a few moments and then it seems to collapse as it dies.

“That fucking thing was a tank!”Darren exclaims.

“Holy fucking hell!”Joey says.

“Fucking A,”Candy says.

“That mother fucker did NOT want to die!”Chevelle says.

“Well he’s fucking dead now, no one survives the fucking mini-slugs!”Hanzo says as he ejects a shell and then eases the shotgun back into its sheath on his back.

“Fuck yeah he is, err..whats a mini-slug?”Joey asks.

“Oh it is this cool little tiny shotgun shell that hold s a slug in there but it is only half the size of normal shotgun shell. Thing packs a hell of a wallop,”Hanzo answers.

“Where the fuck did you get a pump-action shotgun that fucking small?”Joey asks.

“I got it at a gun show of course. About six months ago I was at a gun show in San Antonio, the guys from Aguila were there and they had a booth and they showed me their new shotgun slug rounds. The testing and everything were fantastic, so I agreed to meet them the next day at the range. It was fun and I ended up buying a shotgun they had customized called a ‘Super-Shorty’ and a shit ton of the slugs they had made,”Hanzo tells them.

“That is fucking cool,”Joey says as he stoops over and picks up the 1.75 inch shell from the ground.

“That is cool, we should get the fuck out of here more of them will come now that we’ve blasted the shit out of the place,”Darren says.

They all agree and Chevelle gives Hanzo a bag of weed and they hop in the trucks. As they start ’em up and drive off another three gators emerge from the ditch and begin feasting on the carcass of the monster they had killed.

They pass Duval road and are rolling past the houses along the highway on their right. A zombie steps from behind a wrecked truck and reaches for them as they pass. Hanzo swerves a bit and smashes it flat as he follows them.

“Wait stop it’s them again, we gotta stop them,”Chevelle says pointing to the house beside the road.

They all look over and see a group of bikers rampaging in the yard of a trailer house. There is a man hanging limply from a cross on the yard and several others tied up to posts in the front yard as well.

Darren stops the truck and they all pile out.  Candy sets her rifle up on the open-window of the trucks passenger side door.  She lines up a shot and takes out a biker as he is stabbing with a knife down toward a girl tied to a stake. The echo of the gunshot seems loud in the sudden silence. The bikers stop what they are doing and as one look over to the intruders who have disrupted their fun.

“Fuck ’em up!”Candy yells as she shoots again.

This time at one of the bikers, who is standing beside what must be the mom of the household, has his head explode in a shower of brains and gore as he topples bonelessly to the ground.

Darren stands up through the sunroof of the truck with his Ar-15, he takes aim on the man with a bucket of paint on the roof of the house, he squeezes the trigger and a three-round burst tears the mans head nearly off as the bullets rip into his throat and collarbone. Sighting in again Darren finds one of them trying to kick-start his motorcycle, another three-round burst hits the gas tank of the Harley which explodes in a ball of fury tossing the man’s body into the air in a shower of Panhead parts and flame.

Chevelle drops to one knee and fires at the closest biker. The 9mm Glock firing smooth in her hand as she pulls the trigger over and over rapidly. Four out of five of the bullets she shoots hit the man in the groin, the fifth hits him in the stomach and he screams as he falls over and his left leg tears off as he lands. She smiles and looks for another target.

Dawn stands behind Chevelle and opens fire in a full-auto burst from her Beretta. The bullets stream across two of the bikers as they raise weapons to return fire. They both cry out as the 9mm slugs rip into them, blood spraying like a mist rising from the swamp as they crash to the ground.

Joey exits the truck and lays his Ar-15 across the hood to steady it, he fires at one of the bikers who is standing beside one of the smaller figures tied to posts with a gun in his hand. He squeezes the trigger and a three-round burst takes the biker in the chest. The man falls forward his gun firing into the ground as he drops. Joey aims again this time hitting a biker just emerging from the front door of the house who is zipping up his pants. The three-round burst tears a line up the mans stomach emptying out his guts in a wave of released blood and gore.

From behind the house a Harley Trike comes tearing toward the road with two bikers on it. A burst of .50 caliber bullets from twin Desert Eagles smash into them rupturing their faces and chests as they seek escape but find only destruction. Hanzo lowers the smoking guns as the dust settles and the bodies topple from the Trike.

He holsters his Eagles and walks toward the Joey and the others by their truck. He opens his mouth to say something when a biker stands up from beside a Harley he is walking past and charges at Hanzo. Hanzo reaches over his shoulder and pulls his shotgun out.

“This is my Boomstick!”he screams as he pulls the trigger point-blank on the biker’s face.

Episode 0: The flash

Joey and Darren pulled their beat-up pickup into the gas station and parked by the pump. The engine shuddered and died with a metallic clank. To their left was a stretch limo with what looked like a dead man in a fur coat hanging out of the drivers-side window.

“Dude, I think that guy you ran over back there left his fucking forearm in the radiator,” Darren says, looking down at the steaming hood.

“I ain’t walking all the way back to New Orleans man, see if that limo has the keys in there.”

Stepping over to the 1973 Cadillac limo, Darren peeks over the dead man’s shoulder.

“Yeah, there are some keys in there. Help me pull this dead pimp-looking fucker outta here!”

Getting out of the truck, Joey grabs their shotguns and leans them against the limo. They each grab a shoulder and yank the corpse out of the window. The body falls to the parking lot with a sickening thump, its throat cut ear to ear.

From the back of the limo, a weak thumping noise could be heard. Joey walks to the back door and looks through the glass. There are two very skinny girls weakly pounding their fists against the sunroof.

Joey opens the door. The two women fell out on the ground.

“What the hell are you two bitches doing hiding in a limo with a dead pimp hanging on the fucking door?”

“Randy never unlocked the doors when we stopped and got his fool throat cut,” The redheaded girl says “Do you have any water?”

“Here, have a sip of this Busch,” Darren says, pulling a tall-boy from the cargo pocket of his pants.

The girls both grab at the can, The brunette pulls the tab and they both share the beer until it is gone.

“What the hell is going on?” Darren asks. “We have seen more dead bodies on the road then there are flies in an outhouse.”

“Where the hell have you two been? The fucking world ended a month ago. Goddamn fire from the sky fell down and destroyed everything.”

“We’ve been hunting out in the swamp, ya know?” Joey says. “Gators and any birds we happen to see.”

“We did seen us a flash, but we thought one of the refineries blew up. This ain’t the first time that’s happened.” Darren mumbles.

“You girls got any weed? Fucking Darren bogarted the last roach couple days ago.”

“Randy keeps a big pile of buds in the humidor on his coffee table in the French quarter,” The brunette says.

“Right on. Let’s go!” Joey yells.

“Hang on a sec,” the redhead says, walking toward the store. “Let me go inside and get some chips or something.”

“Get me a cigar, and get Joey a pouch of Red-Man!” Darren calls after her.

“And get some Zig-Zags!”

Two Rednecks surviving after the apocalypse..

This is the continuing story of two rednecks who discovered upon returning from their latest hunting trip that they missed the apocalypse, so now they must survive on a mostly dead earth.

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