Chapter 3: Mr & Mrs Kent
After getting himself sorted and grabbing something to eat. A simple meal of of tinned chopped tomatoes and some pasta. He headed back downstairs, making sure he washed his plate throughly and replaced back into it's correct cupboard. The body in the bath tub was dissolving nicely and he went over to his little work bench.
On the working part sat a small submachine gun, he'd found on a body of a young police woman, along with a handgun. He had little experience with firearms and because of this next to this guns sat a book he'd found about caring for the guns. It contained all he need to keep them working.
He'd only read up to about how most handguns worked and was only confident in using that one. He only had one clip of ammo for both guns so knew he must use them sparingly. He also guessed ,and would lay down money, that firing one would attract the infected to him in droves, so he'd only use them if he had to.
He pulled out the handgun, checked there wasn't a round chamber and then slipped it into the back of his jeans. He then looked up at his array of toys. He then seemed to come of a stop like a child in a sweet shop not knowing what to have first. However Mr. Kent was disgusting and he'd no desire to take his time with the fat man. He smiled wishing it were someone else lying in front of his house. Then it suddenly came to him Mrs. Kent might still be around.
Smiling and letting out a small whimper of joy he bent down and opened the door of the work bench. Inside was small fridge where drugs were kept a low temperature and sterile. Flinging the door open so fast the hinges groaned. He quickly grabbed his syringe pouch that was next to the fridge.
It was small leather pouch and could be attached to his belt and was closer to a holster that it was a pouch. He took out a small bottle of flunitrazepam, which was a strong sedative, and pierced the lid with the syringe and then sucked some of the drug into it. Enough to knock someone out quickly but not kill them. Then grinning like a fool he placed the syringe in it's pouch and then attached to his belt. He closed up the fridge and work bench and then pulled a claw hammer of the tool rack. He span and bounded up the stairs taking them two at a time back to the kitchen. He strolled to his hallway and picked up the pair of skiing googles he had and a mouth mask he'd taken from the hospital when the quarantine was broken.
He put them on and then opened the front door. Sliding the dead bolt across the door, securing the ground floor had been his first priority during the initial days of the virus.
James strolled out into the warm sun and his beautifully cared for front garden. He walked to the end and opened the front gate. Mr. Kent stayed where he was unmoving.
He looked down the street to make sure there weren't any infected around although they probably wouldn't be out during the day. Nothing stirred apart from the plants moving the pleasant breeze. He span the hammer in his hand so the claw would be at the impact of his swing. Then cooly and casually he marched over to the fat man lying in the road.
Mr. Kent's belly was hanging out of his shirt which was ripped and his mouth was covered in gore presumably from where he'd been vomiting. He seemed to hear James approaching and with a snarl began to get up.
This made it easier for James he didn't need to bend down now. He raised the hammer and brought it down onto the big bald spot in Mr. Kent's head. Now jammed in his head Mr. Kent was still alive but had clearly lost control and merely twitched. James laughed and then putting his shoulders into the action he levered the hammer out. It was accompanied by a sicking crack as the top of Mr. Kent's head shattered and splintered blood and brain matter scatted out from his skull as he slumped backwards.
Instead of feeling the itch in his loins which normally accompanied such violent outburst he just felt disgusted. Not at himself but of the fat man in the middle road that he would now have to deal with. There was more chance of hell freezing over than James dragging the fat slob of a man through his house to the acid tub.
He grabbed the fat man by the wrist and began dragging him towards the end of the street. When he was a suitable length away he dumped the body. He would come back later and burn it. Once he'd got a new play thing and he didn't need to be out.
He made sure there was no blood on him and then lowered the skiing goggles and his face mask to his neck, and then with a smile and a bounce in his walk he headed for the Kent's house.
He looked at the front door then tried it finding that it was still locked. He crouched down and looked through the letter box. The house looked undisturbed and still clean he looked around the street once again and considered smashing a window but God knew if there infected around but they would hear the glass smashing. He opted for checking the backdoor. He went round the back of the house and climbed the fence leading to the back and he landed without a sound onto the Kent's perfectly cut grass.
He paused for a moment looking around like a lion would watch the savanna. Then satisfied that his climb had attracted no attention he went to the backdoor. He tried the handle and the door opened straight away.
He was met by the clean kitchen. Mrs Kent had always kept it clean and he'd seen it a few times when the fat man insisted that he come round and sample some of his wife's vile cooking. He did always stock good spirits though. With that though James headed light footed to the living room.
The living room was clean and cream the pillows on the couch were perfectly placed and the brown sofas looked soft and inviting. No sign of the widow Kent yet.
There was a large TV mounted on the wall and a drinks cabinet in the corner. He opened it up and found several tasteful bottles of whiskey and some gin. After inspecting each of the bottles individually he decided he would come back for them at some point.
The was a thump, like a something hard falling off of a bed from upstairs. James didn't jump but turned and looked at the door which led to the hall. He threw the hammer quietly onto a couch and slipped the syringe on his hip out of it's pouch. He squeezed the air out so some of the liquid trickled out the syringe.
There was a second thump it sounded like a pair of shoes being kicked off someone's feet. James looked down at his own feet and then decided to take off his shoes. He slipped them off knowing his movements would be more quiet now.
He headed for the stairs lightly testing each step encase they creaked and he succeeded in getting to the top without making a sound. He could tell by the smell of bleach the door right in front of him was the bathroom. So he decided to work from there. He pushed one door open and revealed a awfully decorated spare room. Still tidy, like the outside world was still functioning.
He approached the next door his syringe raised ready for the infected . He pushed the door open with his foot. His left hand ready to grab her by the throat. Then he was shocked to find laying on the bed a bottle of wine in he hand. She'd clearly just kicked off her shoes. She was wearing a nice dress, black and outlining her body well. Even in her late forties she was still attractive. Her face was pointed in a ferret like way and her hair blonde at shoulder length was well looked after. He looked at her legs and scanned up looking at her white lacy underwear. Some pubic hair was visible and James felt his penis harden. She was very much alive and uninfected. He quickly put away the syringe and walked over to the bed and sat down next to her.
He placed his hands on her shoulders and shook her. She moaned briefly and then her eyes flickered opened. She looked directly into James' eyes and the was a moment of horror and then realizing he was not infected she relaxed.
"Mr. Rex, you're still alive." She smiled and her eyes rolled upwards. She was still drunk.
"Mrs. Kent," he paused for ages not knowing what to say. "Are you okay?"
She sat herself up on an elbow and looked at him.
"What are you doing here?" she asked yawning
"I was looking for supplies in the neighborhood." He replied, he was very good a lying.
"Oh, I'm guessing you've come across my husband?" she said with a hint of resentment in her voice.
"Yes, I'm afraid he's...infected...Ma'am" he said not sure how to address her.
"I know I saw his fat arse down in the road this morning. I thought I would celebrate the fact I wouldn't have to deal with his sweaty rutting anymore." she took a swig from the bottle.
"He tried to get into the house last night but I hide." She seemed amused by it.
"Well your house isn't very safe he could've got in." James thought he'd leave out the fact he'd just caved in her infected husband's head in.
"It's safe enough...and quiet now as well." She smiled and put a hand to his cheek.
He flinched away but trying not to offend her. His erection was fully hard now. He couldn't believe his luck she was completely alive. Should he just have his fun now? Or take his time?
He decided to wait and savor the moment.
"Would you like to come to mine until help comes? I've made it safe and I have a generator. I'll cook us a meal." He smiled, knowing his smile and his perfect teeth were almost irresistible.
He would take this woman home he would fuck her and then he would kill her.