"Oh... yeah that's me," Bianca happily agreed.
Hours and hours later, maybe like around nine o'clock in the morning or something, Bianca woke up naturally and she felt good. She got out of bed and walked into the bathroom to do her business then when she moved into the kitchen a noise caught her attention. It sounded like footsteps and wooden things being moved around roughly. Definitely wasn't Elise because she's asleep and has no reason to be throwing things around.
"God dammit. Fuck, shit, bitch, mother fucker." Bianca took a deep breath. "I just wanted to fucking sleep in," she walked back into the bedroom, "but no. Some fugly ass bitch has ruin for me."
Eyes still closed, Elise asked Bianca, "And whom is this fugly ass bitch?"
"There's one of those things outside throwing shit around."
Elise sat up. "Gross."
As quickly as they could, both got dressed and made their way to the location of the fugly bitch. It was out by the wood pile hence the sound of wood being thrown around. It was funny at first to the women because the thing was looking like a lumberjack, red plaid, flannel shirt and all. It wasn't funny when it began to throw the thickly cut pieces of wood at them. That's no fun. Since one of the only firearms that seemed to stick around was dirty deb, the most loyal of revolvers.
Bianca, with a meat cleaver in hand, stood in front of Elise, whom held onto the gun ready to shoot. Elise extended her armed arm between Bianca's lowered arm and her body. Elise took a deep breath, aimed and shot the lumberjack. It only slowed him down by like a fraction but still, better than nothing at all. Lumberjack got closer right as Elise shot at him again. The shot was effective enough to really slow the thing down... But he was so tenacious. There it was Bianca's turn. She raised the meat cleaver and cocked her arm back, almost like throwing a chakram maybe, and then threw it with all her might.
Threw it at the lumberjacks head. Good throw, ugly mess. Bianca and Elise looked at each other. Bianca smiled cheekily.
"Bianca no."
"Bianca yes." And she went over to retrieve the cleaver. Holding it up she happily said without hesitation, "Now that's what I call cleavage!" Then she laughed heartily.
Elise groaned and couldn't help but chuckle at her woman's antics. "I love you," Elise said a fake grumpy tone.
"And I love you too, baby!" Bianca said happily. "Now let's see who we just killed."
Bianca stood over the body and tried to determine who the corpse was. Elise was doing so as well. They found a dog tag necklace in his breast pocket. No names just an address. Oh, interesting. It was almost worth mentioning if they should go to the address. Maybe... No, not the best idea. There could be more where he came from. That wouldn't be very smart of them to do such a thing like that. Well, if they didn't want anymore to come there way then, okay sure. At the moment it is a big no. The women are just too tired. You know, something like that.
Elise took out her phone and snapped a picture of the dog tag. She thought that it might be best to leave it be. Even though it's on a dead guy. "We absolutely cannot leave this here."
"The dog tag?" Bianca looked away from the corpse and to Elise.
"That and this body here. It could get us sick or infect us. I'm not into that."
Bianca looked back to the dead guy and said affirmatively, "Agreed, I think we should either burry him far, farther away or burn him up... away. What do you think?"
Elise felt weird about it but they needed to do something. "Okay how about this, we dig a hole, a little bigger than him, somewhat line it up with bricks or cylinder blocks, toss him in and then BAM, fire." Elise put her hands on her hips, raised her chin up and thought: Jesus Christ I feel like an idiot. An asshole idiot.
"We can do that but we'd better get it done soon."
Much to their dismay they spent the rest of the day digging a hole more than half a mile away from their cabin. At least they didn't leave the body there where it was.
Hundreds of miles away a woman stood at the window of her office that overlooked the city below. A woman with curly blond hair, dark skin and a smirk on her face stood with her arms crossed. Her dark eye brow arched at the sound of the heavy door behind her opening.
"Miss, your ride is here." The man said from the door way.
The beautiful woman turned away from the wide window, picked up her leather back pack that sat under her desk and finally made her way out of the building with the heavy door shut behind her.
In her little yellow Nissan, she navigated herself through the busy streets. She pushed a button on the dash and spoke, "Call 555-2368."
The dial tone rang and then a voice asked, "Hello?"
"Is this Ms. Moore or Ms. Emerson?"
"Well this is Ms. Emerson's phone but I am Ms. Moore," Elise answered.
"Hello ma'am, I'm Chantal Hjalmar, director of the Bureau of Omnicompetent Investigations. Or as we call it, the BOI." Chantal said with a straight face.
"BOI?" Elise was skeptical.
"BOI," Chantal confirmed.
"BOI?!" A voice called from the background.
Elise also confirmed. "BOI," to Bianca whom had yelled.
"It has come to my attention that the DUI, the sister department of the BOI, has performed a serious misconduct. Trying to kill the both of you, right?"
"Right."
"Well, we'd- eh no, I would like to reimburse the both of you. Like your stuff... that they confiscated. You know?"
"Oh. Woah um okay."
Chantal chuckled, "But before I do I'd like to meet you both." She didn't get a response. "I'm going to guess that the current situation and place you're in that going to far isn't an option?"
"It's like you can read minds! That basically what's going down!" Bianca hollered.
"I understand. Completely."
Mike sat on the bed of his obnoxious concrete room staring at the television mounted high on the wall. He was bored out of his mind. The only moments where he wasn't bored was when Elise and Bianca called. So far they'd call every two days and it was good enough for him but finding something to occupy himself with was difficult. The workers in the building were nice. Some would even stand outside the door to talk with him. He was taken care of and that was pretty good.
Today Mike had a visitor that he wasn't familiar with. They both stood facing each other with the big layered glass window between them. The woman, who stood opposite of Mike, raised a phone to her ear and pointed to the phone that was mounted to the wall next to the window. Mike picked it up.
"Hi."
"Hello Mike, I'm Chantal. There has been a major mistake and I am here to fix it."
"Okay."
"Okay, now what?"
Bianca had been bantering with Elise for a bit. Elise caught on after fifteen minutes. On and on about what they had spoken about at that motel awhile ago. You know, moving, moving in together, getting married. That stuff. Bianca was playing around at first but then they both were really getting into their ideas. Living near family, what kind of house they want etc. You know, adult things.
"You hear that?" Elise looked toward the sound.
"Yes. Was that the door?"
Bianca stood up and grabbed the nearest object that would really be painful to get whacked with. That happened to be a stapler. Good enough. Bianca walked to the door in an annoyed disposition and Elise followed suit. Bianca threw open the door quite roughly. As she was about to strike the person before her she stopped herself.
"Hey you're not dead." Bianca lowered her arm. "Sorry."
Elise stepped beside Bianca and spoke up, "You must be Chantal?"
"Yeah. I am." Chantal said.
"Please come in."
So the three sat in the living room. Chantal discussed everything that had happened and why it did. Basically, the DUI is (or was) whack and bored. They are supposed to do what they're told by the BOI and report to the BOI if anything should happen. Go to the scene, pick up as much information as they can, go over it and make an inference then send it to the BOI. Okay, for short, cases go through the DUI first and then straight to the BOI. There's more to it but it'd take awhile to explain.
Finally, finally Chantal spoke about Mike. Like she had said, the DUI is bored. And idiotic. Mike is contaminated but he is not dead, not hurt, not sick. Anything. The only way the virus could be spread was by blood transfusion. Not bad right? Just have to be careful. Bianca and Elise felt relieved. Getting their things back, knowing that Mike is totally fine.
A clatter came from the outside and caught the attention of the three women.
"Is that one of those... things?" Asked Chantal.
"More than likely." Elise said with a sigh.
"Come on," Bianca stood up, "let's get 'er done."
They went outside toward the noise and it was what they had expected but it was unexpected that it was another lumberjack. This one was kind of scrawny and some how managed to keep a hat on its head.
Chantal went out with the couple and didn't look phased at all in fact, she pulled out two throwing knives. Elise, tired of this shit, raised up her gun, in a lazy side ways way, and shot away. Bianca and her eyebrows furrowed.
Bianca thought to herself: Wow that's hot. Who wouldn't think so? All Bianca did at that moment was kinda just be there with her meat cleaver and try to get in on the "action" if need be. In Bianca's mind, Elise in her current state = sexy Elise. I agree. Throughly.
"Bianca." No answer. "Bianca... Bianca... Bianca." Elise looked irritated.
"Oh Jesus, I'm sorry. What were you saying?" Bianca looked embarrassed as Elise looked her up and down. She looked her in the eye and Elise gave in.
"Come on, hon. Let's get rid of this thing." She said in defeat.
Chantal watched the couple heave up the body by its arms and legs and carry it away from the cabin. She thought they were way cute together. Chantal shook her head as her name was being called and asked to pick up some pieces of wood.
When they tossed the body into the deep fire pit, or their makeshift crematorium, the three women stood back at a distance.
"So this is what's really going on, huh?" Chantal clasped her hands together.
"Yup. Quite unfortunate." Bianca answered. "All these people gettin' infected, not knowing what's coming next. It's horrible. I wanna shed the least bit of sympathy which I'm trying to do at the moment but I also really hate em'. They killed our dog, they hurt Mike, we've almost died several times in the span of about a week. It's just too much." Bianca felt Elise's arm wrap around her shoulder. "I want to help but I don't want to lose what I have in my life, you know."