Chapter 4: 16 and savaged
Pierot looked for the scream machine, but couldn't find it on the bottom floor, so he went up the stairs, and as he got near a room he herd quiet sobbing, he opened the door only to find a blonde girl looking into a mirror, with mascara running down her face, she wore a dirty v top, and looked as she was just crying.
Pierot, looked at her strangely, and remembered something; huh he said weird, looks like a scene for an album cover. He shook out of it and got close to the girl, he put a hand on her shoulder. She spun looked at him, only to smile sadly and disappear. He went to her room, easy to find, the one with the Bowie poster, and found her diary, she had been planning on running away a wile back, escaping this family of lunatics, her, the only daughter, being abused mentally in the name of some idol deity. Pierot sincerely hoped that she had escaped this nightmare, and what he saw was just a presence figment of her essence back there in the bathroom.
In the last entry of her diary she had just turned 16. Her name was Lyly; he wrote her name down on a piece of paper, put it in his wallet and left that house of the doomed.
In the garage he found an old jap car, he got inside, hot wired it, a skill mastered by the urging demand of Alice, and took off, he turned on the radio:
Breaking news: it seams that people akin to zombies are attacking the city; the military closed all borders and are shooting anyone who get near.
Whatever he taught, he was going to the mall anyway to check on Maggie.
As he drove crazily the radio was playing the Stones midnight Rambler, a song he loved, it always sexed him up, and energized him. Zombies were being splattered on the windshield of his car, him singing joyously along to Mick Jagger's raspy voice.
Ex waitress zombies, suit zombies, worker zombies, models zombies all falling under the spell of Mick's voice.
The guitar solo came, and Pierot sped, kicked the accelerator all the way to breaking point, the zombies were now being decimated, as life all around them became a blur and the car approached light speed, Alice it seemed was now in control.
He came to a stop near the front doors of the mall, they opened quickly, and in he jumped, guitar strapped on his back. He looked around and found a few survivors, he ran to them, and without incident they barricaded themselves in a small sports store.
The survivors were: Lewis, a middle aged cook apparently an employee of some Burger joint. He wore the colors.
Janine: a young lady, blonde, suit, a lawyer for some company.
James: an aging arms dealer who job profession obliged knew how to handle a gun or two.
Bill: a hair dresser, gay as a button, wearing a pink scarf, a thong, no pants and a tight body leather jacket. He also wore aviator goggles, and had a pompadour; apparently he was good with knives, scissors, and long pointy objects.
And finally Justin: a punk dude, wearing a spiked leather jacket, black jeans, black boots, and had short screwy mop top black hair. He was good with blades, and had a soft spot for stuffed Dumbo animals. Reminds him of his childhood he said. Pierot like him instantly
This though was bad, no sign of Maggie, maybe she was turned, maybe she wasn't, it was no use speculating, he had to find out.