Post by Cory Hatred on May 12, 2006 13:55:14 GMT -5
A dimly lit apartment is barely visible with the sun shining through the mini-blinds. " Hot Blooded " by Foreigner is playing loudly as the camera sweeps the apartment slowly revealing the legs of a gorgeous blonde protruding from the satin sheets of a bed that looks like it has been through hell overnight. Her long flowing hair covers her face that is planted directly into the pillow. She turns slightly revealing more flesh as the camera continues to pass her by scanning across the walls covered with newspaper clippings entitled " Dead Riots " that have been randomly thumbtacked. A torn poster of Jimi Hendrix is hanging above a classic style stereo system from the 80's that is drowned in cd cases. The music begins to awaken the blonde as the camera swings around towards the bathroom where Dominic is zipping up his jeans. He steps out of the shadows and into the light as the blonde sits up, not even bothering to cover herself as her breasts are revealed.
So what now?
She says calmly, stretching her legs and arms while reaching for him.
He grins as he runs his right hand through his hair before taking hers and sliding back into bed with her. She twists him over on his back and mounts him, holding his arms back with both hands as her nipples graze his chest.
Don't know, I guess go to work.
She rubs herself against him ever so softly as her eyes glisten.
You know a day of shots and bondage-like sex awaits you if you stay.
He sighs..
Yes, I know...oh don't I know!
He sits up kissing her neck as she presses herself against his chest pulling him closer. Holding back the slightest of tears he whispers..
Sometimes I just don't see the point of it anymore. All it will ever be is death, blood and gross looking freaks wandering around trying to eat me alive.
She shoves him back down against the bed, crossing her arms in anger.
Why can't you just think about me when we are together? Huh, asshole? Why does killing fucking zombies come into every single conversation in our lives?
He grins sarcastically.
Well for starters, I just met you last night and secondly this is the only conversation I remembering having with you.
She leans down looking into his eyes. For some reason he can't seem to pay attention to that though, only her nipples against his chest.
Exactly!
They connect with a passionate kiss before he slides her off of him and sits on the edge of the bed putting his boots back on and loading his gun.
You know something Sharon.
It's Cheryl!
Yeah, that's what I meant. Cheryl. I had a helluva time last night and this morning, but I've got a job to do and this fucking pager has been buzzing for hours.
So where are you headed this time?
Don't know, L.A. probably. Certain districts are little more than hellholes there. The government must've thought " Hey, lets dump 56 barrels of Trioxin right here in the ghetto! The housing and drug addicts there already look like depressed shit, a little cannibalistic crazed love potion can only liven things up! Maybe they'll eat or fuck themselves to death and save us the trouble. "
You're not funny Dominic.
Yeah, I've been told my wise cracks are complete shit.
He rises back to his feet and reaches for his wife-beater shirt placing it over his head and sliding it down into place, tucking it into his jeans.
Don't worry, I'll be back tonight after things quiet down.
Yep they're right, your jokes really are shit.
He reaches for his gun holsters and slides them on. As he turns to reach for the light switch he notices his fingertips are red. He turns his hand over to see that his index finger has a bit of blood on it.
Hey, is it that time of the month?
Screw you Dominic! If you don't want to come back just say so! I'll find some other zombie to get my rocks off on.
He notices a glimmer of light on her back revealing a faint bite.
You know something, I can't believe I slept with you.
She gets out of bed holding the sheet to cover her body with out of anger and shooting him the bird.
What the fuck do you mean by that you piece of shit?
This..
BAAAMMMMMMM!
Blowing a hole in her head right between her eyes, he holds his revolver steady as the smoke leaks from the barrel. The mini-blinds behind her are splattered with blood. Her dead body falls down on the sheets amidst her splattered brains. He steps over to her, shifting her membranes and hairy skull particles out of the way to turn her over to see her back. He glides his fingers over the bite on her back and takes a step back.
Talk about STDs...glad I wore a condom.
He turns to step out of the apartment grabbing his trench before getting into the hallway. The camera pans down to the bedside table where 7 abused condoms and their packaging are stacked. He steps out of the apartment complex to a deserted street. Newspapers and trash blow by his feet as he smells the smog infested air and wiping the sleep from his face. He realizes that any minute a horde of zombies could come around the next corner just aching to rip his ass apart in seconds for breakfast. He just aims his eyes on the end of the street, thinking one block at a time. He takes a deep breath and releases.
Fuck It!
So what now?
She says calmly, stretching her legs and arms while reaching for him.
He grins as he runs his right hand through his hair before taking hers and sliding back into bed with her. She twists him over on his back and mounts him, holding his arms back with both hands as her nipples graze his chest.
Don't know, I guess go to work.
She rubs herself against him ever so softly as her eyes glisten.
You know a day of shots and bondage-like sex awaits you if you stay.
He sighs..
Yes, I know...oh don't I know!
He sits up kissing her neck as she presses herself against his chest pulling him closer. Holding back the slightest of tears he whispers..
Sometimes I just don't see the point of it anymore. All it will ever be is death, blood and gross looking freaks wandering around trying to eat me alive.
She shoves him back down against the bed, crossing her arms in anger.
Why can't you just think about me when we are together? Huh, asshole? Why does killing fucking zombies come into every single conversation in our lives?
He grins sarcastically.
Well for starters, I just met you last night and secondly this is the only conversation I remembering having with you.
She leans down looking into his eyes. For some reason he can't seem to pay attention to that though, only her nipples against his chest.
Exactly!
They connect with a passionate kiss before he slides her off of him and sits on the edge of the bed putting his boots back on and loading his gun.
You know something Sharon.
It's Cheryl!
Yeah, that's what I meant. Cheryl. I had a helluva time last night and this morning, but I've got a job to do and this fucking pager has been buzzing for hours.
So where are you headed this time?
Don't know, L.A. probably. Certain districts are little more than hellholes there. The government must've thought " Hey, lets dump 56 barrels of Trioxin right here in the ghetto! The housing and drug addicts there already look like depressed shit, a little cannibalistic crazed love potion can only liven things up! Maybe they'll eat or fuck themselves to death and save us the trouble. "
You're not funny Dominic.
Yeah, I've been told my wise cracks are complete shit.
He rises back to his feet and reaches for his wife-beater shirt placing it over his head and sliding it down into place, tucking it into his jeans.
Don't worry, I'll be back tonight after things quiet down.
Yep they're right, your jokes really are shit.
He reaches for his gun holsters and slides them on. As he turns to reach for the light switch he notices his fingertips are red. He turns his hand over to see that his index finger has a bit of blood on it.
Hey, is it that time of the month?
Screw you Dominic! If you don't want to come back just say so! I'll find some other zombie to get my rocks off on.
He notices a glimmer of light on her back revealing a faint bite.
You know something, I can't believe I slept with you.
She gets out of bed holding the sheet to cover her body with out of anger and shooting him the bird.
What the fuck do you mean by that you piece of shit?
This..
BAAAMMMMMMM!
Blowing a hole in her head right between her eyes, he holds his revolver steady as the smoke leaks from the barrel. The mini-blinds behind her are splattered with blood. Her dead body falls down on the sheets amidst her splattered brains. He steps over to her, shifting her membranes and hairy skull particles out of the way to turn her over to see her back. He glides his fingers over the bite on her back and takes a step back.
Talk about STDs...glad I wore a condom.
He turns to step out of the apartment grabbing his trench before getting into the hallway. The camera pans down to the bedside table where 7 abused condoms and their packaging are stacked. He steps out of the apartment complex to a deserted street. Newspapers and trash blow by his feet as he smells the smog infested air and wiping the sleep from his face. He realizes that any minute a horde of zombies could come around the next corner just aching to rip his ass apart in seconds for breakfast. He just aims his eyes on the end of the street, thinking one block at a time. He takes a deep breath and releases.
Fuck It!
