Monday, December 26, 2011
Saturday, December 24, 2011
Merry Christmas From The Lucketts
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Included here in this jam packed Anthology is a tragic yet beautiful story I wrote named "Dry Rot." Its set in Americas infancy against a back drop of love and a Lepor Colony. All based on an idea given to me by my lovely wife!
Yeah try and piece that together!
Coming soon in print and other eformats.
10. Believe it or not people still have to go to the bathroom. Although no one ever mentions it.
9. Most people who think they'd survive a zombie apocalypse are so over confident. They usually die within the first 15 mins of the outbreak.
8. The vast majority of parents forget to include their own children in their survival plans. This is known as "TCAE" or "The Casey Anthony Effect."
7. After the Apocalypse "Fast Food" refers to people.
6. Survivors don't randomly have sex with each other. As fear of being eaten alive and an extreme lack of personal hygiene. Will just kill the mood in general.
5.During and after the apocalypse the primary reason humanity will go extinct is humans. For example people in a position of authority cops and especially military personnel become extremely untrustworthy. They actually become the enemy!
4. There is no logic to it but in a zombie apocalypse people who society considers abnormal and outsiders. Will out live everyone else.
3. People who are loud and obnoxious will die first. As they will draw tons of attention to themselves. On a side note not all of their deaths will be caused by zombies. Annoying bastards.
2. There will be thousands of people who are suicidal. Find a couple to hang with you and your party. You never know when a sacrificial lamb will be needed! Dont let a perfectly good suicide go to waste.
1. Trying anythin you've ever seen in a movie will get your dumbass killed. Why you dont have a stuntman, do overs and the zombies arent actors playing zombies. They are zombies playing eat the helmet running through the mall screaming.
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
10. Zombies have no problem with the rampant obesity or fat people. If I'm not mistaken they prefer us that way.
9. Zombies don't care about race, religion, politics or gender. They want us all to be one of them anyway.
8. Zombies who eat lawyers have been known to get sick to their stomach.
7. Zombies main source of food is stupid people. They like to catch people who are "tweeting."
6. Zombies secretly laugh at werewolves because they have fleas. Plus the crap in the woods and don't wipe.
5. Zombies like people who yell and make noise. Zombies are quiet you should be too.
4. Zombies always poop in their clothes and walk around in their own filth. They don't believe in personal hygiene. They stink!
3. Zombies don't plan things they hate plans. They believe no one should have plans for survival.
2. Zombies are like the IRS they never give up! They hound you come to your door and want more than their fair share.
1. Zombies hate vampires. They feel that vampires are self righteous emo punks. They laugh when vampires get all glittery!
Sunday, November 6, 2011
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
"We were fucked Jim!" her voice grew louder as she moved instead to the front of the coach placing a hand on Rob as he drove. "Trapped in a building and were it not for our blood letting friend here we would be dead and so would you!" Jim placed his hands over his head as he listened. "He gave us shelter, our first real meal since this shit over ran the world, his word and most importantly a chance!" Val looked at the woeful man. Jim Rivers was never consider a genius but nor was he a fool as he spoke he wasn't interrupted. "And that, I realize is something those things won't give us." Jim put on his best poker face when he addressed Trevor Clevantes directly. "Are you being of honor, will you provide us with protection and all we need if we help you, and what assurances do we have of you allegiance to this union?" Trevor came to his feet standing above the man sitting in front of him “My friend I am indeed a being of honor, and will provide you with all I have to offer and more. My word says to you I will never feed from you without your permission." Trevor's smile was easy and soothing but his powers of persuasion worked better on women and homo-sexual men of which Jim was neither. "Madame Valerie hasn't told you yet of my trepidation and weakness. For soon kind Sir the sun will rise and I will be at your mercy I will seek your protection from the most feared mannered of death to my kin the sun." Jim glanced to Val noticing her lovely features and her sidekick Robert who was intently focused on maneuvering the bus. Instead he moved around Trevor kneeling besides Li whom herself was very attractive in her exotic ways. Jim had always had a slight infatuation with the woman he'd know for about the three years they had worked together. He brushed her black hair from her face "what do you say doll. We have a fighting chance if we sign on. His tones hushed and even now a slight smile wrestled the corners of his mouth into a grin. Li Lee lost in her own thoughts plagued by a weak spirit and inner turmoil as to weather or not living in such a world as they now did was something she desired. "Jim......" she swallowed words barely audible "I don't want to die........I don't want to die alone!" No one save Jim Rivers heard her until she began to weep lightly kissing her forehead Jim placed his head softly against Li's. "Me neither doll......." Jim was over come with new found courage his mind darted to many conclusions the first was to tell Trevor few things.
Saturday, October 15, 2011
Our regularly scheduled chapter. In honor of the premier of Season Two of The Walking Dead. There will be no Chapter posted for The Union. That we may all enjoy AMC's zombie mayhem done right! Our regualr schedule will continue!
Sunday, October 9, 2011
Sunday, October 2, 2011
One zombie sees Rob and soon hundreds are alerted to his presence. Momentarily he is frozen until the total horror is revealed faces of the dead come bounding for him arms out stretched putrid mouths agape. Rob bolts for the house ahead of the onslaught. "OH GOD!" he cries as he pats himself looking desperately for his lighter. Vaulting up the stairs Robert plunges into the house. The undead prince nice enough to leave the door ajar for him to escape through. Breathe coming in gasps his balls having receded into his abdomen now becoming ovaries. He possessed not the courage to look behind him for a horde of ghouls’ chases him as if he were the fifth Beatle. Grasping his lighter striking it to flame on the run was as difficult as one might think it to be. Finally his heart beat again as the ragged material burst into flames. Weaving thought the house he touched it to anything that was in his path leaving fire in his wake as if he could run fast enough to set things ablaze himself. The fire roared behind him and yet still the dead came on drowning out the crackling flames.
Sunday, September 18, 2011
Friday, September 16, 2011
Sunday, September 11, 2011
Sunday, September 4, 2011
"Not an Elder ...The Elder!" Trevor punctuated his words eyes shinning like a man summoned to his bosses, bosses office. "Azrael has been referred to by many names his complete title is Azrael the Arch Angel to the House of Scorpio. Due to the fact he originally came into being under the zodiac sign of Scorpio centuries ago.” Once at the threshold of the house Trevor bowed his head and whispered silently to himself. "I thought your father was the La… de da grand high king of......" Roberts’s mockery cut off mid word by a quick snake like backhand. "That was just a warning my friend indeed make no mistake about it!" Robert was stunned his face ached from the impact but he also knew it could have been worse. Spoke the beautiful vampire prince "You will never disrespect my father or my family name. Secondly listen closely the being which you are about to meet has destroyed entire civilizations. Lord Azrael was once the King of all of my kind after abdicating the throne he is still the power behind the entire vampire domain!" Trevor’s words fast and furious colored with honor brushed with fear. "He is merciless if you desire your life don't speak directly to him unless he asks you and never make eye contact with him! Do you understand me?" Val thought as she nodded her head wordlessly that she'd rather face the army of the undead than this thing Trevor spoke of with such fear and respect. Rob massaged his swelling jaw line. "Azrael has been alive for twelve hundred years since your species dwelt in caves and nearly had a spoken language. He is the oldest and most feared of our kind none move with out his blessing!" Trevor leaned in attempting to clean himself up some what "Lest none of us leave here alive!" With no trepidation Trevor climbed the stairs to the lair of the creature he'd been brought before for every milestone of his life to be judge. He had been taught sheer reverence for the vampire of vampires. The stories he'd heard of this great being’s deeds and miss deeds were sometimes the focal point of legends. Other times the bindings of nightmares. Robert and Valerie were not as brave they stood bolted to the ground shivering. The pair debated their choices of hiding versus the desire to run into the throngs of the dead rather than walk into the dark house. "Trevor!" Val called the young vampire turned shooting her a violent stare. When Valerie had a question she had to ask it regardless of the consequences. "Why did he give up the throne?!" she whispered aloud. "Because I chose a mortal woman to be my bride” resonating from the black doorway came a deep harsh gravelly voice. It was dry yet the words emitted seemed alive and powerful like a physical force.
No hesitation as Trevor Clevantes fell to his knees on the porch hoping his friends did the same. Heads cast down prostrate Val and Rob held their breath. "Welcome child arise Trevor." immediately Trevor did as he was commanded stepping into the darkness and into the embrace of his grandfather. The two walked into the house further until they reached a dimly lit room which faces out to the placid water of the ink black lake. Azrael or the mortal name he went by Ian Clevantes was a creature who'd been everywhere releasing his scourge along with his seed on every continent on earth. He was the god the ancient Incan and Mayans worshipped until on a whim he banished them from the face of the planet. He'd been the man Londoner's had named "Jack the Ripper!" So, many others too many to name each time unleashing whatever he choose upon humanity. Until a hundred years hence he beheld a farmer’s daughter one night as he set to kill the entire household. Ester Jones was a raven haired beauty whom every boy in the surrounding counties of northern Illinois had courted. Azrael had been with thousands of woman some of the worlds most beautiful who willingly had succumbed to his seduction, but this girl’s beauty defied every urge to kill with in the core of the soulless demon. So, for the first and only time a vampire king took an unchanged mortal woman for his bride giving the throne to his first son Arthur Clevantes. Trevor beheld his mentor the maker of his clan who had allowed himself to age to match his wife’s appearance. Ester Jones and the vampire lord conceived no children for it was not possible as he used his knowledge of human anatomy and periodic bloodlettings to retard Ester’s aging process somewhat for at ninety eight she looked no older than forty five when last Trevor had an audience with her. Azrael's hair was a radiant white flowing to his shoulders unbound. His some what wrinkled skin, he resembled a pale sixty year old overly athletic grandfather not the unholy council of the vampire species.
"Why have you come here child and brought humans to my doorstep no less." He stood staring at the waves through the large picture window at the rear of the house. "Forgive me Lord Azrael, we seek sanctuary from the suns harsh rays. As I was en route home when this plague beset humanity and tore it to pieces. I was at starvations door when those humans agreed to accompany me home to sustain my family in exchange for my protection." Head bowed in subservience Trevor avoids eye contact. Azreal summoned the prince to his side Trevor moved quietly across the room. "My child you dare make a deal with humans to protect your family and yet they have willingly agreed to become livestock?" The young immortal swallowed hard "No sir they will live among us and flourish that they may breed that we all both human and........" Azrael’s gruff hands came to Trevor’s bare neck, but still Trevor continued to talk. "Vampires will survive this punishment!" Slowly the ancient creature began to stroke the smooth cheek of the youthful two hundred year old immortal. "Remember from the day of your birth my child that I destined you to rule our kind." Azrael smiled and Trevor began to relax "you have the foresight required to be King for without humans we will assuredly become extinct! Bring in your precious cargo my child and take shelter here for the day. I do not know of the state of your family nor any of the other clans. Without modern communication we are as cut off as humans. As we have lost our ability to telepathically connect because it went unused for eons." Trevor made time to the front of the house where Val and Rob stood scanning nervously to and fro. "Come in my friends please have a seat in the foyer!" urgently they came neither wanting to, but again the alternatives left them no choice. "It’s about time." Rob murmured Trevor’s eyes burned that shade of red once more but he had no time to discipline Robert. Latching the solid reinforced door he returned to Azrael’s side.
"What has caused this disharmony upon the earth my Lord?" Trevor inquired of his Elder. "I do not know my child... I simply do not understand. “Azrael’s bony had stroked his chin “You know that the Christians believe that their God will raise the dead as punishment against the living before his return. Perhaps after centuries of speculation, he has done just that. That aside young Trevor they believe the meek shall inherit the earth. You and I know better, but these foul creatures who destroy all feasting upon living humans have taken the earth in a bloody coup. Usurping us of our rightful place vile FILTH!" Lord Azrael’s eyes burned white illuminating the house like spotlights as if day had come. Instinctively Trevor covered his eyes while in the front of the house Valerie and Rob clung to each other in sheer terror. His fury peeked Azrael’s white flame eyes returned to normal. "They have taken M’lady Ester form me Trevor my heart no longer beats as she is among their undead minion."The old vampire sank into a hand crafted leather Italian chair. Trevor rushed to the Lord of the Nightwalkers kissing his hand kneeling at his feet. For he knew the depths of his Grandfathers love for the human Ester Jones all of his kind did. "My Lord I pledge to you but say the word I will go forth and bring you heart after heart of this putrid horde until I find the one who has taken M’lady Ester from you!" Azrael took the chin of his two hundred and fifty third grandchild, his favorite of all. "My child you can bring me every heart but that of the woman I have loved since before mankind could fly." Azrael ran his hand through Trevor stained blonde hair. "Go my child my blessing on your quest to carry on my blood line. Cleanse yourself take of my home and my bed. For the sun will come soon and I will meet it on the field of battle." Trevor made as if to speak Azrael gently as a human grandfather placed his hands upon his lips to quite him. He kissed the seed of his eldest son. "It is my will child, I must have vengeance and pass what I am unto the next world. Rest well for you must not fail and when you leave burn this house to its foundation." Trevor nodded tears flowing down his dirty face he took leave of his grandfather gathering up his companions and securing the house. Azrael sat he began to sip a fifty year old scotch his favorite. In his mind played a thousand plus years of night he mused weather or not he would even see the sun before the end came. It had been hundreds of years since he'd seen it last, he was stoic in his indignation. In less than an hour he would tear thought the siege at the gates of his house members of which had taken his beloved Ester if he could still cry he would have. Soon his wrath would play out against hundreds of the living dead his sword would taste black blood as he went to meet his bride in the void. In the dimly lit dark his six inch long fangs barely visible as he smiled pearl white teeth glistening.
Thursday, September 1, 2011
Sunday, August 28, 2011
Sunday, August 21, 2011
Trevor came to roost high above the city streets atop the Techmaco Building near the shores of Lake Michigan eighty eight stories high. Obviously fatigued slowly but regaining some of his skin tone. Standing up straight his expensive shirt flapped in the breeze ripped to strings by his impressive black bat like wings. Trevor brought his wings into place once he was older they would drape him like a black velvet cloak, but for now they were absorbed into his back through the skin. Below them the vertical red square building vomited smoke as smoldering fires burned unchecked within. Val stepped back tucking the gun in her waist band taking Robs arm for comfort. Rob played the axe from hand to hand waiting for the mythical beast to attempt to take him and Val. No words passed about they stared one another down mentally weighing their options. Trevor’s hair waved in the wind like a gold ribbon. The acrid smell of smoke wafting on the lake winds was carried off towards Wisconsin on the lakes far side. Save the three beings who watched each other the roof top was devoid of life it held only scaffolding for window washing and assorted tools.
"So!" Rob broke out into speech "you want our help but you threaten to drop us to the ground if we refuse!" A hostile bitter Rob points with his axe for added appeal "You misunderstood me my friend" came the soft chorus like voice of Trevor "I was showing you what your alternative was surely tonight I did indeed save your lives." His speech was dignified and eloquent while Robs was anything but! "Hey blood sucker we aint your friends you are no different to me than those sacks of shit down there! You just like your humans prepared a different way!" The wind kicked up Trevor’s eyes became blood red orbs in their sockets like polished marbles. He was upon Rob so fast the husky man hadn't even drawn a complete breath. "Make NO mistake fool!!" To drive home his superiority Trevor effortlessly lifted Robs 244lbs skyward with but one hand. "I am more powerful than you could ever imagine! I am not to be trifled with nor am I to be insulted by the likes of you!" The metal barrel pressed into Trevor’s skull didn't persuade him as Val squealed "put him....down....please."
Trevor’s smile was easy and seductive Val had no intention of shooting their unlikely ally, although she was overwhelmed with the urge to submit her essence to the vampire prince. "Valerie save your bullets M’lady for they shall only serve to further enrage me!" In Trevor’s powerful right hand Rob hung fighting for breath with slob and spittle frothing from his lips ran onto Trevor’s hand. Rob was flung to the rooftop. "I have come to you with compassion please my friends do not mistake it for cowardice." Wiping his hands on Rob’s filthy shirt and helping the dazed man to his feet. "I could have killed you both back there......" placing his face in his hands "… and the hunger almost caused me to do just that." The summer nights humidity covered him he began to pace no fear of falling to his death his walk was much steadier almost regal, He hopped upon the buildings ledge. Kneeling he cast his gaze down at the ruined city. "How can we trust you?" Val was over at Rob’s side "how do know you won't kill us or turn us into vampires?!" Val’s questioning was erratic she was exasperated.
Trevor spoke without facing the humans "My dear sweet Valerie when one is low on food tis it not insanely foolish to make more mouths to feed? My question is how do I know you won't kill me when the sun arises? In a few short hours as I sleep, I will be at your mercy!" Val was taken aback she blinked in disbelief "So,” He interrupted her "So, if I don't find shelter I will die with sun rise!" He moved from the ledge bare feet crunching pebbles as he came lifting Rob gently to his feet. "Forgive me dear Robert as I do have something of a temper. I will be vulnerable and at the mercy of those who watch over me as I slumber. Should you choose to help me survive? I will in turn help you survive. Do we have a deal? May I welcome you under the protection of the Most High Vampire Clan Enoch? What say you?"
Val clung to Rob as he did to her Trevor Clevantes was attractive and appealing to men and women alike. Val felt he could probably convince her to leap from this building should he so choose. "What does this bond do for us?" Rob all but spat. Trevor stood nose to nose with the Black man who stood over him by four inches. "Help me get to San Diego my families’ estate is an impenetrable fortress. There are other humans who serve us, food, protection and most importantly the luxury of relaxation. No more running for Robert you and I both know tis only a matter of time before you are caught. As an offering of good faith I well even provide you with details of my weaknesses for while I am not mortal I am not immortal. I too can die." Val and Rob toyed with the proposal "we already know how to kill a vampire!" Rob smirked "garlic, crosses, a steak, holy water..." Trevor emitted a harmonious deep laughter which infuriated Rob to no end.
"To many movies my friend!" the laughter subsiding "sun light, ingesting the blood of the dead, the afore mentioned steak to the heart, crosses work only if the bearer has faith, and there are no more truly pure priest or men of the cloth left so holy water is out!" Val's natural intellect and curiosity overwhelmed her "so the zombies why won’t they bite you?” Trevor shook his head "don't believe they will for I am nothing more than another of the undead to them. My blood is black my flesh is cool not warm like yours. Most importantly I do not produce the sweet tangy aroma of life as you do.”
Friday, August 19, 2011
Sunday, August 14, 2011
Chapter One: Dead unto the undead
Twilight is coming, the dark of night whether or not this duo wants it. The harsh reality of daylight had exposed the world's festering and dying carcass to the sun's intense rays. Night however, coats it in a humid blanket of moist oxygen rich air. They sleep uneasy, like field mice who hear the round faced owl hooting just outside their burrow. The exception is that the owls who hoot for them are the living dead, and were once human like them. The hoots are howls, moans, wails, and screeches. Their burrow is a dark, dank fourteen story shipping warehouse just south of the Loop in downtown Chicago...
This man and woman whom seventeen days hence were unknown to one another... lives so separate so distant, that even though they lived and worked within feet of one another had never shared the same space at the same time. Now they rest upon a floor littered with shredded cardboard entangled as if the were octopi embraced in courtship. She is Valerie Couts. At twenty eight she was well on her way to begin amongst the elite of Chicago traveling in the same circles as Oprah. Val bore strawberry blonde hair as she sported a figure most women had to slave away in the health club for. Her fiancée', a brilliant corporate lawyer, had recently received his commission for settling a lawsuit on behalf of the city against three of the nations most wealthy gun manufacturers. Seven figures one might add. Stephen Jones was dead now somewhere near the corner of Jackson and Wacker. Her left hand still polished with sixty dollar a bottle nail polish from Marshall Fields & Co. Clutched tightly was a Glock pistol with only six rounds remaining. He was Robert Berry a husky six foot six individual who barely made it through high school and passed his time as a garbage man for the city. Anti-social and reclusive described this Black man, with skin so dark he appeared to be made of onyx. Until that fateful day the only thing white he'd felt comfortable enough to converse with was his computer. Across his lap was a fireman’s axe with which he had literally chopped through dozens of bodies with to sustain his life after being trapped in a crowded train station.
How did they meet? Easy enough. Chicago had some warning as the zombie outbreak began in Pennsylvania working its way west. How did it start? No one knew, and no one would ever know, because before they knew what hit them, their one day grace period was up and Death rode down upon the windy city in the mouth of a thirty-two year old flight attendant name Shelly Willis, who infected most of the first class passengers who in turn unleashed the undead infection upon coach, so, that when Southwest Airlines flight 1028 smashed into the terminal at O’Hare International Airport, the dead poured into the worlds busiest airport with unnatural speed. It spread from there outward. Robert was on the job when his garbage truck was attacked on the cities south side, although his union brothers were not as fortunate. Robert was in the trucks cab and tore ass through the street, in the almost indestructible big blue refuse hauling rig with the mayor's name stenciled on the side. He flipped the truck as he rounded a hairpin turn. For his troubles he received a jagged seven inch long half inch deep wound to his left arm. Robert was never a hero by any stretch of the imagination if he saved someone or something, he did so inadvertently while saving himself. Running to the train station proved to be a horrendous mistake, as the dead invaded the set of a chain reaction. Robert fought shoving grandmothers and pre-schoolers alike with ill regard for anyone. Cresting the stairs he saw a young woman screaming hysterically as her fiancée' was devoured. Robert made a move to avoid the woman who drew the zombies attention as if she wore a sign that read "Look at me I am tastier than everyone else!"
Instead she latched on to him crying for help. He tried to shove her off and when he did, she followed him through the ensuing bedlam of death and destruction. Eventually the garbage man and the college graduate became inseparable. Together they fought these "zombies" as they were being called. Even finding out that destroying the brain of the abomination meant you took it down for good. Even though a hundred more of its kin pursued you relentlessly around every corner. They had met others who'd survived, only to lose them in conflict with the undead, so it always seemed it came back down to the two of them against a city of rampaging soulless demons. They knew not what day it was, nor were they aware of what time it was. All these were as inconsequential as they were to cavemen. It was daytime or night time which brought either another day to scrounge for life begging God for mercy, or at least his favor. The opposite was a night of terror plagued restless sleep if they could only ask God why?
This night had found them trapped in a Fed Ex freight warehouse where they were forced to flee when their car cut a swath through the dead, and gave out in a coughing, sputtering fit as the engine seized. As they fled into the lobby they barely managed to bar the door, which didn't matter. They would get in they always did. The dead never slept. They pounded away like waves upon structures containing the living. Until they broke in like the wind, they were always present massed against whatever they chose to vent their mindless rage upon. They dispatched quite a few of the reanimated Fed Ex dead and wondered if their souls journey to hell was covered by the twenty four hour next day delivery guarantee. Into this cavernous room they plunged out of breath. Val checked the room thoroughly with the gun in hand that they'd picked off a dead cop who wasn't using it. She found one living corpse relieving the wretched woman’s suffering with a bullet. Furiously Rob barricaded the door with large boxes of freight stored high above ground, to aid their transport by helicopter. Once the shadowy room was deemed safe they peered out at the city, bound to each other now by a love of living, not of lust. Chaos was all that they saw in the full three sixty panoramic view. As the city burned all about, many floors below figures did the zombie shuffle as they sought the living to consume. Feeling safe and exhausted, realizing the hopelessness of the situation, because the horde that had chased them into the building had now grown fourteen floors straight down they beat to gain access. Val picked a corner and then settled in to rest up so that they could be fresh for their own demise when it came.
A soft flutter of movement in the room startled Val awake, holding her breath as Rob snored oblivious to anything. "ROB!" she shouted into his solid chest at a whisper "ROB! WAKE UP THERE'S... "Her eyes caught a streak across the room coming for them through the ink of night. Val rolled her athletic frame forward. "ROB!!!!!!!!!!!" she screamed a blonde haired youth pouncing on top of Robert. "WHAT… THE" Rob awoke with fight in his veins, but it was to late. A form that materialized out of the darkness was already feasting on his damaged left arm the suckling sounds echoing into the warehouse. Rob fought to throw the dead man off, even though he knew it was to late to be saved. "You bastard!" screamed Val, walking forward Glock 9mm jutted out. Two bangs and the creature on Robs arm scattered back bullet holes in its head. Clearly visible by moon light the creature panted pressed to the glass. "He got me!" Rob was crying tears rolling down his dirty face. Rob scooped up the axe, bringing it down into the panting and moaning thing's collarbone with a crunch. Its lips coated with Robs blood came the first thump at the blocked door behind them from Lord only knew what.
Terrified now crying herself, Val inched over to Rob's gun. Raised, she'd give him one bullet from the gun and then herself because she had seen what would happen after a person was bitten. In no time at all, they joined the undead flesh quest. Rob beat at his arm in utter panicked terror it bleed hemorrhaging blood dripping onto the floor the creature against the wall moaned. "I don't see a bite mark!" More beating as Rob yelled, slapping blood away in droplets. "Don't lie to me Rob!......" Val came cautiously sobbing to investigate. She could find no bite mark, no torn flesh or any sign of what she thought should be upon the ebony arm of her compatriot. "Why....." Rob motioned to the young man against the window, whose breath came in ragged burst. The axe in his shoulder he pulled free and let flop to the cement floor, which brought a chorus of flesh wails from beyond the door. "Didn't you shoot him in the head?" asked Rob of Val while he clutched his arm that slow began to stop bleeding. "Yeah! YES I DID!" Val shouted in disbelief she moved in for a point blank headshot. The gaunt sickly looking young man began to scream and contort his body twisting and flailing about the floor in agony.
There were now a half dozen of the dead who longed to get in, moaning for an orgy of fresh flesh. Rob and Val backed into each others arms as the young blond creatures skin began to close, mending itself where the axe had stuck. First one, then the other of Val’s lead slugs were expelled by the boys head as the wounds healed. Fully reformed, the pale skinned sickly figure drug himself to the warm puddle of blood on the floor left by Rob. Greedily he began to lap it up like a thirsty human dog. Rob and a slack jawed Val stood frozen. The sloppy sounds done, the boy looked up face bearing more color looking healthier. His eyes in the thin shaft moonlight now the color of chipped granite, he look to be a man of about twenty, with flawless skin not handsome but almost a glowing radiant beauty. Mouth ringed in crimson blood looking like a little girl who'd tried on mommy's lip stick all by herself. It stood shakily on its feet "My......name!" Val shook her head unbelievingly side to side at the tone of the melodic angelic voice. The man thing wiped his mouth upon what appeared to be a tailor made expensive shirt. "My name tis Trevor and I beg of you to help me!" the young man implored. "Without you my family will die a wretched death.........I can surely save and protect you. If you refuse we all shall perish both my race and your species!" For emphasis, zombies hit the door, and it gave a fraction as the wooden create scrapped the floor.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Val blubbered as Rob went to check the door. "What are you?!? Who are you???" The exasperated man boy strode past Val who all though she held the gun had no energy to pull the trigger. Rob ran wide around the figure that had just drank his blood back to Val’s side. The impressive figure in the expensive well crafted clothes, with some effort pushed the boxes that Rob had spent all day stacking back to the door. Returning, his bare feet not making a sound, Trevor spoke again. "I am Trevor Clevatnes Lord Prince of the Vampire Clan Enoch, and my father is Arthur Clevantnes." "The computer chip billionaire ........... Vampires ......zombies you have got to be fucking kidding me! Who turned the world into a Darkhorse comic?" Rob stuttered. More dead hounded at the door, as unknown to the three, the flood gates of the damned had burst below them. Thousands of the living dead poured into the building and headed up to greet them. "I do not jest!" Trevor spoke urgently "With the undead about, my family will starve. If humanity dies then so shall we. The blood of the dead is as lethal to us as arsenic is to you. For the......" The door came free. Trevor spun jamming the barricade back pining a screeching dead child in the door half in and half out. Over the wails of hunger Trevor implored on... "COME WITH ME HELP, ME AND I WILL OFFER YOU FOOD SHELTER AND PROTECTION!" Val almost vomited, gagging deeply. "Become your food or theirs!" Rob shouted angrily "What’s it matter to us! We're dead either way!" The boy vampire strained against innumerable dead foes. The cement around his feet cracking as he planted them pressing back with all his supernatural strength.
Hundreds fought to get at their flesh, as just one sought to protect their precious blood. "I assure you my friend, whatever you may think but one cup of your blood a day will sustain my family's thirst. Can...... You......say the same of the.......them!" The dead were winning. Rob and Val backed to the window fourteen floors above ground. Rob took his axe up. They would fight to the end no matter how painful. They locked eyes. Trevor released the crates, letting them slide backwards, allowing the dead in for their feast. Val and Rob were ready as Trevor came sprinting for them in advance of the dead. In slowed time, seconds seeming to drag on for hours. Trevor Clevantes, who appeared twenty five and in actuality was over two hundred years old, dove onto a defeated Rob and Val. Driving them and himself through the thick glass, shattering outward, and raining razor sharp shards on the unsuspecting dead below who simply looked up as they came. They fell bound together in mass, twisting through the rushing air.
Like lemmings or blind sheep the zombies poured from the window, determined to taste human meat. Silently the trio swooped up on a humid thermal of hot lake water infused air. They were upright nestled in Trevor’s strong arms carried them aloft on a set of black leathery wings that beat hard to keep the weight of three in flight. Behind them, the undead impacted the ground like rotted watermelons, body bits strewn about and still they fell. As Trevor with much effort sought a perch on which to land, for even he was not yet strong enough, weakened by near starvation to carry such weight. "I AWAIT YOUR ANSWER!" He shouted above the wind as they flew. "MY OFFER OF SAFETY OR THE OFFER OF CONCRETE AND DEATH BELOW?"