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This is the place where nightmares come from.
This..place is nothing like how it is on the outside..
I mean, sure there's stenches out there..but if there's no humans out there(that they see, of course this is how I know) they act..almost peaceful. They usually just stand their limply, or even sometimes attempt to..live like they used to. It was somewhat of a heartbreaking scene.
Especially when you see your undead mother try to water the flowers.
But..this place..just wasn't right. Sure, I've been to places like this before the stenches came..but even then some parts made me cringe.
That was three...long years ago.
I remember places like this. Strippers, gambling, dancing, food, drinking, betting, gangs and illegal use of drugs were the norm for me. Just because they're the norm, doesn't mean I have to like it. Many people know that I actually prefer the strange over the norm. I wasn't a big fan of drugs, and never a big fan of strippers. I mean, ehh..it depends. In a time like this, you can't really discriminate around here..You gotta do whatever to keep alive, specially since Kaufman left us in to suffer in the ghettos.
Then again, I don't have to stay here..I could take my chances traveling on the out-outside with the stenches.
The only other thing I have a problem here with is the gambling. Don't get me wrong, gambling is all good unless..you're gambling on something fucked up. Like..cock fighting, or dog fighting.
Here..in this place..It can make your stomach turn. I passed stands and booths inside this den of enjoyment and pain, my hands tucked into the pockets of my dark blue bell bottom jeans. My form fitting, plain white tshirt clung to my body underneath my soft green jacket. My black sneakers made noises against the cement pavement ground, but they couldn't be heard over the hoots and hollers of the hundreds that surround me. I cringed as I passed the 'Take Your Picture With A Zombie' and 'Shoot A Zombie' booths, with my head down and a small sneer on my face.
My curly, dark red hair was folded around itself, falling about four inches below my shoulders. My once light red hair, was changed to an odd dark red with tinks of purples and pinks. I don't know..the package said dark red.
I don't care, I look better like this then with my sunshine, almost orange-red hair.
My orchid blue and topaz brown mismatched orbs gazed around the crowd. I don't know why I came here..it was either here, with my cousin or sitting in the car, waiting for some stenches. I'll shoot a stench if they're coming to eat me, but I don't go out to find them. My cousin, Key, was prancing around like a silly little child. Her orange hair in a storm of curls bounced as we neared the closest bar. She smiled, showing off her teeth.
"Can I have a strawberry martini. What do you want?" She asked, pulling out a five and handing it to the bartender as she placed her drink down.
I shrugged, digging my hands deeper into my pockets and pulling out some loose, wrinkled ones.
"Uhm..rum and coke. Please." I said, dropping the ones on the counter as she handed me the plastic cup.
I sipped my cup slowly, as Key chucked hers back with a couple flicks of her wrist. She ordered a cup of Guinness and we kept walking around the club like scene.
"You wanna go dance?" She asked, taking a smoke out of her back pocket and started searching for a light.
I smirked, reaching into my jacket pocket and pulling out a clear lighter. Lighting her smoke for her, I shrugged, not really in the mood for dancing.
"Eh..You go ahead Key..I'm just gonna bum around..see what there is to see.." I said, and she nodded happily, turning around and kneeing a small man in the face.
We gasped collectively as the man, in a large cowboy/pimp hybrid hat and a purple suit fell on his ass. We both knelt to the ground beside him.
"Oh my god! Sir! Sir? Are you alright? I didn't even see you I'm so sorry!" She gasped out, tears in her big, brown eyes.
I grabbed the little guy by the shoulders, helping him stand up. He sneered at Key, which made my already somewhat sour mood turn into a whole fucking sour attitude. I bit my lip as she kept spouting 'im sorry' and 'sir? are you alright?'.
"STUPID BITCH! HOW DIDN'T YOU SEE ME?" The little, fat man in the purple suit shouted, pointing a chubby finger in Key's face.
She sniffled, bringing her hands up in a peace like sign, while I slapped his finger away from her face.
"Calm down. She just didn't see you shorty. She's just a kid.." I said, watching as Key fumbled for her apologies.
It was true, she was only 17, back in the old world, she wouldn't even be allowed in here. I was 23, and I always protected my baby cousin, ever since I could remember. I looked down at the small man as she stood up, know eye level with us (seeing as we were still on the ground) and glared at us evilly.
Suddenly, I was grabbed and hand my arms held behind me as the little man sneered. Two large, bulky men grabbed Key around her arms, holding her too. She screamed, kicking her legs as I growled and tried to bite at the hands that held me down. I screamed in fury as the little man pulled out a small, little handgun, and put it against Key's for head.
"LEAVE HER ALONE! SHE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!" I screamed, hoping that out of the hundreds of people here, you'd think one would try to help us.
As if. It's everyone for themselves out here.
"Whatcha want wit this one Chi?" One of the bulky men holding me asked the little man, apparently named Chi or was that just a nickname. He sneered at me, the gun still against Key's for head.
"Put her in the next round with the bitch. Get more money for more body parts." He said, and with that the men began to drag me away as I wrestled against their grip.
Key looked at me with big, teary eyes as we were dragged away from the only thing we had left in the world. Each other.
"By Peace..."
"By Key..."
We whispered, and just as the two burly men dragged me out of sight, and towards what looked like a caged pit. I heard it.
BANG.
THUMP.
I cried silently, my face blank except for a few tears falling down my cheeks. I heard the little man laugh as the two burly men dragged the body of my baby cousin away. At least they shot her in the head, so her brain wouldn't be animated enough for her to come back as a stench. I was dragged closer to the caged pit, where another two large men were holding another girl, who looked about my age. She was thrashing violently, like I was, but when we saw each other we stopped to stare.
She was very pretty, with short, piecey brown-black hair that framed her face and dark eyes nicely. She was skinny, and was dressed like a stripper: with a tight, leather tank top that showed her stomach, and a short, somewhat pleaded skirt. She had a cropped biker jacket, along with black knee high boots, fingerless gloves and had fishnet all over the skin that was visible. Except her face and neck of course.
"Slack. You don't need to know my real name." She said softly, but with a little bit of bite in it.
She probably felt bad for me, knowing that we were going to have the same fate. Would we be forced to fight to the death. I couldn't see what was in the caged pit, seeing as I'm on the shorter side of the gene stick, but whatever it is it isn't good. I looked up to the ceiling, and saw the bright, hanging lights.
"Peace. You don't need to know mine either." I said with a smile on my face.
Hey, just because we're going to die doesn't mean I can't be polite.
"BLACK ER RED! BLACK ER RED!" I heard a man's voice shout, and I heard people calling back to him.
"Put 60 on black.."
"20 on red..."
"10 on red.."
"60 on red..."
"59 on black.."
I heard the spraying of spray paint, but I couldn't figure out why. I cringed as the men started dragging Slack and I forward towards the caged pit. As we got closer, and i could see what was in the cage, I cringed, whimpering and trying to walk backwards. Slack kept thrashing against the men behind her as another man opened a gated door. Two zombies were in there, one with black spray paint on his face, another with red. My eyes widened as I started screaming and thrashing violently as Slack and I were tossed inside the cage.
We jumped up as the black and red tagged zombies stiffly made their way towards us. I screamed, dashing away towards the side as Slack turned around to kick at the now locked cage door. I screamed as the red zombie came after me, and I clung to the cage side, holding myself up as I lifted my legs up, kicking him violently in the neck. He gasped and moaned, falling to the ground. Well...I've always wanted to try something with a zombie. I looked over at Slack, who was punching the zombie violently in the head.
"Hey...hey..calm down man..I-I don't want to be here any more than you do.." I spoke softly, but loud enough for the stench to hear me.
I looked around to see a medley of people, men, women, children, young, old, poor looking and some even dressed in fancy gowns and pretty clothes. The zombie groaned, looking at me with its pain filled, milky eyes.
"I-I don't want to be here either.." I said still clutching the side of the cage.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw a handsome blond man holding up the midget by his collar and yelling in his face. Another man was beside him, a rifle slung over his shoulder, but he was turned around and I couldn't see his face. I looked at the two, feeling great sympathy. They would probably be the next two in here. I turned to look at Slack, seeing as she had just cut her palm trying to get over the barbed wire, and with a black-tagged zombie pawing at her legs. The red-tagged zombie, who was still on the sandy ground, was large and bald, wearing a plaid vest.
"We..don't want to hurt you..but..you're trying to eat us.." I said.
I was still clinging to the wall, just in case the zombie decided to stop listening to me and charge. His milky eyes stared at me in confusion. He made a few grunting noises, and got up into a sitting position. His mauled up hands rested on his knees as I kept talking in a low tone. A few people, who probably bet on red, began booing. He looked at me dead on, and seemed to be listening to what I was saying, keeping my voice at a low tone.
"I-I don't want to hurt you. I-I'm sorry this is happening to us, b-but I want us to be friends!" I said, sticking out my hand, as if to help him up. "They all thin you guys...the zombie's are...not able to have intelligence, but I know you can understand me." I said, my hand still outstretched. He looked at it, before allowing me to pull him up. A terrified scream came from Slack as the black-tagged zombie that had cornered her, had been shot in the back of the head. The red-tagged zombie snapped out of the "nice stage" that I had lulled him into, and tried to take a bite out of me. Before he could, another shot rang out and he fell, shot right between his milky eyes, his head coming off from the close proximity..that and all the muscle was probably rotted and the bones were brittle.
Screams erupted from the crowds, and they all began stampeding for the door. I felt a stray bullet graze my knee and I hissed, getting down and crawling over to where Slack was. She was against the side of the pit, breathing heavily, and watching as the same two men I was watching before, clear the whole place out. I watched the crowd swarm, when I saw a flash of purple. The little fat man was hidden, and was about to shoot the blond/grey haired man, whom I haven't seen his face.
"HEY!" I screamed, racing forward. This totally goes against my moral codes, but if this guy and his buddy are saving Slack's and my asses, then its gotta be done. I picked up the head of the red-tagged zombie, and raced towards the guy. I covered his chest with the zombie's head, which exploded into gooey blood once the bullet hit it. Thankfully, the bullet didn't go through it. The man, turned to me wide eyed..and I couldn't help but stare.
Half of his face was burnt, and looked like half of his face was melted, but that wasn't what I was looking at. One of his eyes was shut, but a little sliver was open, where you could see the whites and his other eye was a gorgeous, icy sky blue. I heard another gun shot, and I turned to see that the blond man had shot the little guy. The scarred man turned to me again.
"Thanks.."
His voice was a little odd, the way his lips and cheek burnt have something to do with that. His voice..I found oddly comforting, and I couldn't help but smile up at him.
"My pleasure."
I ran back over to Slack, and helped her stand up.
"You okay?"
She looked at me, relief in her eyes, but disbelief as well.
"H-how'd you get the stench..to stop?"
"I just...talked to him.."
Another flash of purple caught my eye, and I looked to see that the little fat man was still alive. Damn it, is this little fuck a zombie. He was obviously going after the blond-er man, but Slack already was racing towards him. The scarred blond-grey man was leaning against the cage, pointing his pistol at any people who hadn't fled the scene. He shot at the blond man, but Slack kicked him through the metal cage, sending him flying against the bleachers and having the bullet miss him, but heavily graze her upper arm. She cried, falling back into the sand, where I crawled over beside her. I watched as the man I saved brought his thumb to his tongue, then wiped his thumb on the top of his rifle.
I watched as he knelt down a little, then watched as BAM! He shot the little fucker right in the temple. He put his rifle back on his back and continued pointing his pistol at anyone how hadn't left yet. The blond man that Slack saved shot the door open and rushed over to Slack and I. He pointed his gun at us for some reason.
"Shit.." He mumbled, putting his gun back in its holster. Charlie looked at us through his good eye. Slack sat up, holding onto my arm for support.
"I'm alright..Thank you." She looked up at one of our saviors. I smiled, looking towards the scarred sniper.
"Thank you..I'm Peace.."
"I'm Slack.."
"Riley. I know..I've seen you around town..working the streets. I've seen you too, you're the one that sells fireworks.." The blond man said, looking at Slack first, then at me. Yeah. I make some simple fire works, and sell them. They distract the zombies for a good while...but they were meant to keep them still while we got food..not to stand still and be slaughtered.
"'M Charlie..." The scarred man said, stepping into the cage, seeing as everyone had fled. Slack looked back towards Riley, a sly smirk on her face.
"You know I work the streets? Huh, you been checkin' me out?" She joked, a large smile on her face. Riley smiled too, reaching down both hands to help us up. I went over to Charlie, who was looking at the ground.
"Thanks..you're my hero.." I smiled, watching him fumble a little with his words. He seemed really shy as he tugged his little black ski-hat on. He fumbled, pushing his rifle further onto his back.
"I mean, you saved me too right? Fair is fair...Why were yous two in there..with them things?" He asked, looking me straight in the mismatched eyes. As I was about to say something, a back door slammed open, and more than six heavily padded, armed police like men stormed into the room. Slack glared at them while Riley stood up, holding his hands out. Charlie grabbed my wrist, pushing me behind him slightly, and taking his pistol out of his holster.
"What happened here?" A fatter man asked, looking down at us, two of whom were battered up pretty bad. Slack's arm was bleeding pretty bad, as was my knee, and we were littered in zombie blood and bruises.
"Someone shot the little fat man.." Riley answered simply, shrugging his shoulders. A cop huffed.
"I can see that. You're all under arrest."
Fuck..