Page 46 of Bitten By Zombie

Hook came up behind them and stage whispered. “Surprisingly, that’s easier said than done.”

Stan jumped at the unexpected voice behind him.

“Even though your sphincter relaxes when you buy the farm, the cock, no matter how small, just doesn’t seem to wanna go in. It’s like trying to thread a needle with chewed bubble gum.”

Hook was a scary fucker at the best of times, and the current situation was far from the best of times.

“Wh…what do you want to know?”

“What did you scorch back there, and what’s with the gun?” He nodded toward Iron. Iron held out an open palm with the shop towel-wrapped object on it and peeled back the layers to reveal the gun underneath.

Zombie half expected no answer at all. And if he did get one, he didn’t expect the words flying from that fucker’s mouth.

Even with all he was spouting, he was still saying nothing at all. Nothing he hadn’t already puzzled out anyway.

“You killed the prophet so you could have everything that belonged to him. It’s a tale as old as the ones in your Bible. So, I guess you really are religious after all.”

“Not everything, justher.”

That was it, Zombie was done listening. They would never know what was in that pile of ash and he couldn’t stand one more second of Heidi’s brother. He was about to slit his throat when Stan grabbed the gun from Iron’s hand and fired wildly.

Tick-tock.

Tick-tock.

Tick-tock.

The sound of the clock in Zombie’s head sped up exponentially.

He fell onto Stan and knocked the gun away, taking them to the floor. Lying on top of him, he looked into Stan’s hazel eyes, eyes that reminded him so much of Heidi, it hurt.

“How rude, Stan. You never let me answer your other question.” He levered the upper half of his body up.

A sense of resignation and calm came over him. He knew this was it. He would slay Heidi’s nightmare once and for all.

“What question?” he spat.

“You asked how I came to be in your late sister’s apartment.”

Stan looked more confused than before. Some of his madness had drained away.Good. Zombie wanted him to comprehend his next words fully.

“She’s not yourlateanything. She’s my current ol’ lady, and she’s alive and well. The thought of you, even as her brother, makes her sick. But don’t worry, she’ll soon forget you ever existed.”

“It won’t stay that way for long. One day she’ll remember why Mom moved us to the compound. She’ll remember who touched her first.”

Before the sound of the t at the end of the word first dissolved on Stan’s tongue, Zombie aerated his body over and over and over. It was exactly what pedophiles and people who exploited others deserved.

There was nothing but silence enveloping him. The sound of his own heavy breathing as his arm swung was muted into nothingness. Zombie’s world had shrunk down into a pinhole vision of the carnage he was visiting on the body of the man who’d done unspeakable things to multiple people…to Heidi.

The silence helped his brain fire. If Stan’s obsession started before the compound, and he’d—

Zombie roared in fury. It was the first sound he heard since Stan admitted what he’d done to Heidi.

He was still atop of Stan stabbing away when Hook pulled him off. “Come on, prez. You’ve got to get gone. We got this. We’ll get it cleaned up and meet you at the clubhouse later.”

Zombie quit stabbing, but he didn’t move, just stared into Stan’s cold dead eyes. The look would haunt him for the rest of his life. Even more so when he stared into Heidi’s.

“She doesn’t know, Hook. She doesn’t remember that…” His voice was a plea wrapped in agony. A plea for what, he didn’t know. What would it do to his Rabbit when she remembered? Another agonized cry was ripped from his throat.

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