the music.
The preacher started in on the wedding
service, but Steven had gone deaf and lost to
everything in the room as he starred into the
sparkling eyes of his wife through her veil.
Laughter broke the silence he had fell into
and he started looking around.
“Do you take Mandy to be your wife?” The
preacher repeated.
“I definitely do.” He answered.
“Do you take Steven to be your husband?”
The preacher asked Mandy.
“I do.” She answered.
“You may now kiss the bride.” The preacher
ended the service.
Steven stepped forward and Mandy lowered
her head as he grabbed the veil to lift it over her
head to kiss her. He pulled it back and jumped
back once the veil was lifted, she was a rotter;
her lower jaw was dangling. He looked around
the room to see both families were rotters too
and had become a hoard walking his way.
“What’s wrong? Don’t you want to kiss
me?” Mandy gargled from her hanging jaw.
The rotters crowded Steven until he fell to
the ground and started devouring his flesh. His
wife started scrapping her top jaw across his
neck.
“Forever and ever, babe.” She gargled some
more.
Steven started screaming while choking on
his own blood.
***
Steven jumped up drenched in sweat once
again.
I headed south and was able to see the eyes
of some of the rotters lingering on the side of
the road as my headlights scanned across them.
I was thankful that they were not in the road so
I didn’t have to chance screwing up any of the
vehicles by running them over. Kris kept a safe
distance off of my ass, since she knew my
joking attitude well and knew that I would slam
on brakes just to keep her on her toes.
The nearest place that might have anything
left that we would need when it came to
generators and such, was going to be the
Lowe’s store that was about a hundred and
thirty five miles down the road, however, on the
way we would pass numerous places that may
be helpful on our mission.
“I think we will hit up all of these abandoned
cars on the way back and get the gas from
them, I want to get this other shit done first. I
am going to send the girls to Lowe’s once we
find a gas station down here.” I told the guys.
“You are sending the women to Lowe’s, are
you kidding.” Donald belted out.
“Bitch our wives are tougher than you are
and probably know more. Shut the fuck up
stupid!” Gizmo turned around raising a
backhand at him.
“Whoa, I was just saying, shouldn’t they be
on a mission for women shit or something?” He
asked.
Gizmo just shot him a look that warned him
that it was time to really shut up.
Donal
d sat back and didn’t say another word.
I came upon a small convenient store that
looked to be a little ‘mom and pop’ hole in the
wall. There were two gas pumps and a small
porch, you had to climb three old wooden steps
to go through the screen door to get inside. I
pulled next to the large tank that sat off to the
side of the building that the gas was kept in;
which was quite a bit more convenient than the
underground wells that the bigger stores had.
“Too bad we can’t just take that with us.”
Howard stated.
“I agree, but there isn’t even a way to move
that thing, even with all of us together. So get to
filling.” I told the guys chunking empty gas
cans to them.
The girls made their way onto the porch. I
laughed as I listened as the four had a whole
conversation on who was going to be where and
how they would enter the store in case rotters
lurked around. The small flashlight sprang back
and forth between them and finally landed on
the door handle of the screen door and I hear,
“Ready, set, go!” and the door slowly squeaked
open.
“Like they are running a fucking race or
some shit. Those bitches are great!” I laughed
to the guys.
“Hey at least they got plans.” Gizmo joked.
“At least they got their shit together.” Bo
stated.
Cans were filled with the last bit of gas that
was in the container and
The preacher started in on the wedding
service, but Steven had gone deaf and lost to
everything in the room as he starred into the
sparkling eyes of his wife through her veil.
Laughter broke the silence he had fell into
and he started looking around.
“Do you take Mandy to be your wife?” The
preacher repeated.
“I definitely do.” He answered.
“Do you take Steven to be your husband?”
The preacher asked Mandy.
“I do.” She answered.
“You may now kiss the bride.” The preacher
ended the service.
Steven stepped forward and Mandy lowered
her head as he grabbed the veil to lift it over her
head to kiss her. He pulled it back and jumped
back once the veil was lifted, she was a rotter;
her lower jaw was dangling. He looked around
the room to see both families were rotters too
and had become a hoard walking his way.
“What’s wrong? Don’t you want to kiss
me?” Mandy gargled from her hanging jaw.
The rotters crowded Steven until he fell to
the ground and started devouring his flesh. His
wife started scrapping her top jaw across his
neck.
“Forever and ever, babe.” She gargled some
more.
Steven started screaming while choking on
his own blood.
***
Steven jumped up drenched in sweat once
again.
I headed south and was able to see the eyes
of some of the rotters lingering on the side of
the road as my headlights scanned across them.
I was thankful that they were not in the road so
I didn’t have to chance screwing up any of the
vehicles by running them over. Kris kept a safe
distance off of my ass, since she knew my
joking attitude well and knew that I would slam
on brakes just to keep her on her toes.
The nearest place that might have anything
left that we would need when it came to
generators and such, was going to be the
Lowe’s store that was about a hundred and
thirty five miles down the road, however, on the
way we would pass numerous places that may
be helpful on our mission.
“I think we will hit up all of these abandoned
cars on the way back and get the gas from
them, I want to get this other shit done first. I
am going to send the girls to Lowe’s once we
find a gas station down here.” I told the guys.
“You are sending the women to Lowe’s, are
you kidding.” Donald belted out.
“Bitch our wives are tougher than you are
and probably know more. Shut the fuck up
stupid!” Gizmo turned around raising a
backhand at him.
“Whoa, I was just saying, shouldn’t they be
on a mission for women shit or something?” He
asked.
Gizmo just shot him a look that warned him
that it was time to really shut up.
Donal
d sat back and didn’t say another word.
I came upon a small convenient store that
looked to be a little ‘mom and pop’ hole in the
wall. There were two gas pumps and a small
porch, you had to climb three old wooden steps
to go through the screen door to get inside. I
pulled next to the large tank that sat off to the
side of the building that the gas was kept in;
which was quite a bit more convenient than the
underground wells that the bigger stores had.
“Too bad we can’t just take that with us.”
Howard stated.
“I agree, but there isn’t even a way to move
that thing, even with all of us together. So get to
filling.” I told the guys chunking empty gas
cans to them.
The girls made their way onto the porch. I
laughed as I listened as the four had a whole
conversation on who was going to be where and
how they would enter the store in case rotters
lurked around. The small flashlight sprang back
and forth between them and finally landed on
the door handle of the screen door and I hear,
“Ready, set, go!” and the door slowly squeaked
open.
“Like they are running a fucking race or
some shit. Those bitches are great!” I laughed
to the guys.
“Hey at least they got plans.” Gizmo joked.
“At least they got their shit together.” Bo
stated.
Cans were filled with the last bit of gas that
was in the container and
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