Zombie_Ritual__Second_Coming (Chapter Four, Part One (of Six Parts))

Zombie_Ritual__Second_Coming (Chapter Four, Part One (of Six Parts))

This is the first part (of six) of Chapte Four to a novella called The Zombie Ritual_A Second Coming by r(E)volutionized founder/contributor John Corry. Book is available in the r(E)volutionized store.

 

FOUR_OUTBREAK

 

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The crowd on the balcony dispersed in a blind, frenzied panic. The moment following the scream, Chuck looked up. As he did so, a small puddle of blood rained in upon his person, and smacked him in face like a really mad ex-girlfriend *TheMaddest .

Across the room, someone yelled: “It’s the cops! Everybody scram!!!–”

The first main riff in Slayer’s “Raining Blood” was cranked on high volume. The cops came pillaging through that other side of the ballroom, causing Chuck to turn the other way, as everyone did, to run in that direction–away from the cops and toward the door to the BNB lobby. Another pool of blood shot down from the balcony upstairs, this one much larger, and it covered everyone in Chuck and Helen’s immediate vicinity, just as it had Chuck a few moments earlier–

Ignoring the cops, and the need to get away from them as quickly as possible #DrunkKidsNotDrivingAreFarMoreDangerousT-hanMindlessZombies , Chuck again paused and looked up–

It was indeed his cousin, Shannon, whose scream absconded the balcony, but, as she emerged from the shadow just past Chuck’s view, Chuck saw that it might not have actually been her at all! She was hunched over, totally naked other than her thong, and her hair was a soppy, thick, rotten green, looked filled with literal chunks of something /> chunks of something fleshy–

Chuck squinted his eyes to get a closer look…

It was ‘Shannon’, alright, but she was limping, dragging her leg, and cradling her own severed left arm. Her right eye was dangling from its socket, her pale green face laden with fresh cuts and scratches all over it. There was a BIG gash in her neck, one on the inside of her right thigh, and an even BIGGER one in her left side going all the way from her chest down to midway through her ass, her thong looking more and more like the only thing holding her entire body together at all! She was breathing heavily; making loud gurgling and screeching sounds that Chuck could hear even over the loud, only increasingly intensifying music…

\m/oO.Oo\m/

Helen wasn’t smiling anymore.

=’(

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Shannon picked up the pace and DARTED off the edge of the balcony–like in a film shot with the frames-per-second cranked WAY up–landed with a big SPLAT about fifteen feet from Chuck and Helen. Everyone watched in shock, ignoring the cops on the other side of the room then hopefully moving in closer, yelling: “Alright, everybody, sober up, we’re calling your parents!” They all thought it was all over when the gunshots began to ring out–

Shannon SHOT up from the ground, neck broken and on a perfect ninety-degree angle, an ENORMOUS gash in her head revealing her PUMMELED skull, her remaining arm fully extended out in front of her–moaning (XD)–before turning /> and quickly ripping her teeth into one of the people standing next to her–

The Dead kid stood up, helped her, tried to fight her, lost, and–

Turned to another–

The lights turned off. The emergency lights went on, but they weren’t as bright. Another pool of blood splashed the crowd, followed by three more, each one bigger than the last, and all concurrently as more Dead came from beyond view on the balcony upstairs, and awoke from the ground amongst the living. Blood filled their mouths; it covered their faces. Within moments, the entire dance floor was densely packed with Dead corpses, severed limbs and lost organs, all on top of one another, the ground and walls completely covered in blood, every inch like thick red paint. With the music still loud, and showing no signs of slowing down, Chuck looked to Helen for support, but he got none, as she stared with only unmistakable fear into the darkness she could only assume (;) was only just beginning (xo)…

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Chuck’s #DeathMetalPlaylist kept going, but it was randomly switching songs![1]

In the now vacant control–

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-room, Reggie the DJ must have accidentally left the ‘random’ setting on, but that didn’t explain why they would cut halfway through the–

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-song, and sometimes even come back around a few bits–

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-later, to another part of that same song–

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-or to a part of some other song by that same band!

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Reggie the DJ must have fucked the thing up–

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-before he left!–

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WHAT WAS REGGIE THINKING?!?!?!?!–

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Shannon had spotted them…

==O[2]

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She ran like a rabid St. Bernard, but the cops were still nowhere in sight! Their guns blasted but it was not clear at whom they were pointed–

Helen tripped, fell, (___________________________[3]), got stuck under a just-fallen zombie ‘waist-and-below’–

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#BodiesOnBodies –

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-were everywhere, making it difficult for anything to get through–

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Chuck stopped, knelt to help Helen up–

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“Go on without me!!!” Helen yelled.

“I can’t do that!”

“You have to–”

“I won’t–”

“Chuck,” and she pulled him in close, close enough for intimacy (=O), and kissed him HARD on the lips–

–No tongue–

:([4]

Afterwards, she said: “I love you–”

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Shannon LEAPED from a pile of bodies, got within a foot of Helen’s face before a shotgun blast went off at just-the-right-time to send Shannon flying back midair–

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The cop walked up to Shannon’s twitching, fidgety body, took a moment to pause and mumble something quietly to himself for some reason   (… o.O), and then SHOT Shannon point-blank RIGHT in the head. It exploded like a well-thrown watermelon against concrete #TotallySassy , but not before Chuck thought he got one last glimpse of his former cousin, one of his best friends, and one of the most ‘respectable’ people he’d ever known…

And he felt reluctantly in his heart–he hoped (:!)that he saw at least somewhere in those same eyes that same woman[5]

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The cop stood confidently–and pissed off–amongst Paul, Reggie the DJ, one of Chuck’s younger cousins, Alicia, and a young teenager whom Chuck did not recognize. Paul and the teen helped Helen up from under the corpses, Helen’s torso now COVERED in Shannon’s blood colored a mix of purple and dark orange *TheMo-stDark –

“Did you get any of the blood into your nose, ears, or mouth?” –Reggie the DJ.

Helen shook her head ‘no’, rubbed a finger over a small cut in her belly underneath her shirt. Nobody saw her do it–

“Alright,” said the #Handsome #HandsomeIncludingAStron-gJawAndABeautifulHairline cop.

“Let’s go–”

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The cop led the way with the shotgun, but Reggie the DJ had a shotgun too #ThereYouGo,JoeBiden =D[6]. Paul had a fully auto-matic AK and a few handguns strapped around his waist, one of which he handed to Chuck, another to Helen. The cop also handed Chuck a gat, and Helen three large knives on a strap, which she strapped around her waist–

Chuck thanked Paul (for the weapon), to which Paul replied: “Don’t mention it. You’re gonna need it.”

“How did you get all these weapons so fast?”

“We–”

A zombie lunged at them from the side, but Reggie was able to shoot a barrel through its stomach at the last moment. More came, and Paul shot his AK in all directions, including through the bodied wall the Dead had just started making a short dozen or so feet in front of them–

“I’ll have to tell you later!” Paul screamed–

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 “All good!–”

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The Wall of the Dead closed in–

The cop was no longer able to continue pressing forward, there were too many of them! He continued to shoot, as did Reggie, Paul, Chuck, Helen, Alicia and the random teenager, but it was no use–the wall was forty feet high! They were close to the door out to the BNB lobby, and, from there, through to the hallways of the building /> or outside–

The living Dead drooled (xppppp o.O xop xop xop ,|, XoP XOP XOOOOOOOOOOOOPPPP <3 =D ==DDD)–

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 “So it looks like this is it!” Helen yelled to said random teen then standing next to her. “What’s your name?”

The kid looked far younger than anyone Helen or Chuck’s age, hesitated before answering: “Jim–”

“Why are they not pouncing on us!?!?” Paul said to Reggie the DJ. “They’ve been so fast and efficient up until now!”

Reggie: “I dunno!–”

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A blast went off and opened a small hole in one of the Walls of the Dead surrounding the living. The living quickly took advantage of this newfound opportunity /> and ran the hell outta there, and out of the ballroom; past the burning corpses, growing fecal piles and the just-blown-off heads whose natural reactivity functions were still working, helping to make a very shitty situation even #Creepier #Creepy #Ew #TheirFacesStillMovedAndTheirEyesStillShifted #Shif-ty #Creeps #Creep #ShoutOutToRadiohead –

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Chuck led the way into the lobby. Upon entrance, he was confronted with three choices: take a right and hope that bombarding themselves in the luxurious living complex where Chuck’s family was supposed to be staying for the week would hold until help arrived #NotAGuarantee ; go through the lobby and take their chances running through the halls and perhaps finding people with more weapons and a better plan; or take the biggest chance of all wandering around in the open outside. The luxury complex had food, and was protected by a strong metal casing separated from the rest of the infrastructure of the building, but it also had lots of windows, which were safe to assume the zombies would be able to break and jump in through–

Of course, there wasn’t much decision-making going on in Chuck’s head at the time (at all :/), he just ran his ass off, leading his friends closely following behind him, through the large lobby, and into the hallways of his uncle Kam’s formerly (so: not so much anymore :/[7]) luxurious BNB…

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The lobby was filled with Dead and dead corpses–

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A zombie hanging from the ninety-foot high ceiling fell and would have landed on top of Jim, but the cop was able to shoot it before it got too close–

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“Thank you, officer,” Jim said. The cop only shook his head to get his dark brown hair out of his eyes, anonymously rushed off to the head of the pack to lead the way as Chuck was now so awestruck by the number of zombies in this room that he’d stopped moving completely–

‘They’re everywhere,’ Chuck thought in total Fear *TheMos-tTotal#TheOnlyKind (xo), as his friends ran by. ‘Crawling and sprinting around like crazy meth heads on bath salts; jumping in and out of windows, running into each other and into walls at TOP SPEED, so fast that some of them are bursting their heads open immediately upon impact! They’re somehow even crawling on the fucking ceiling!! THEY’RE CRAWLING ON THE FUCKING CEILING!!!!! How did there get to be so many so quickly?! And how could any intelligent species be brought down to this???–’

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Before running off, the cop replied to Jim: “You can call me Ash, kid–”

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They reached the hall from the lobby–

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The putrid stenches and lurid sounds of murder and cannibalism from inside the rooms were unavoidable, even with The King’s highest falsetto screeches and scenic coos on full blast on the building-wide speaker system. There was blood all over the walls, guts in all the corners, and the many rooms where the door was kept open didn’t exactly reveal the most well kempt situations either: families decimated by disease, children torn in two #ButcheredAtBirth #CannibalCorpse , it was not a very pretty sight–

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Ash had a ton of ammunition strapped onto his belt and was just quick enough to reload when he needed to, so that his shot-flow barely missed a heartbeat. He was a total pro *ATotalPro . Even Reggie was impressed–and Reggie didn’t like cops ><–

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They reached the stairs corridor at the edge of the building. There were no Dead yet in there, although there could be heard loud banging, screaming and even something resembling crooning noises coming from the floors upstairs–

“What are we gonna do?” Paul said with his hands on his knees while Chuck and Reggie the DJ boarded the door–

Ash didn’t hear him, was hastily investigating the middle of the stair equation, in and around the surrounding premises, etc.–

Paul continued: “Those things are fast as fuck, and they’re fucking everywhere!!!”

“If they’re everywhere in the BNB, it’s safe to assume they’re going to be everywhere outside as well,” Alicia said while reloading the clip in her M16. “And we can’t take the chance of going into the woods towards the town–”

“Why not?!”

“Because the town and the route there may be overtaken!”    –Jim.

“Our best bet is to board ourselves up in a room somewhere, and hope that help comes–”

The zombies were piling up against the door; they were getting very loud, every possible option becoming only more impossible as ‘time’ went by–

“Ash?!” Reggie screamed. “Where are the rest of the  cops?!–”

“They’re all Dead,” Ash muttered. He’d finally stopped moving around, landed calmly in the center of everyone with his eyes closed, his head facing downward–

“What did you say?” –Paul, gravely–

:o[8]

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“I said they’re all Dead, ha,” Ash replied ‘lightly’, far ‘lighter’ than anyone should think he should reply in such a #Serious circumstance #WhatADick #Like,TotalDick #Priorities –

Ash lifted his head up, looked Helen in the face, and cocked his shotgun–

“And you’re all looking rather fucking sick–”

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The door to the hall BURST open just as Ash was about to put this sappy love story to its inevitable tragic end :’(. He turned and shot at the zombie in the door. The heavy barrel went thru its stomach, and thru the five behind it as well. Helen and Chuck ran down the stairs; Paul, Alicia and Jim all followed–

Notice that I didn’t say that Ash or Reggie did (follow the train downstairs) X/. They stayed and fought with honor, albeit ‘unsuccessfully', against the Army of Darkness…

 

[1] Fucking piece of shit!!!

[2] Oh shit…

[3] There is another quote from a song supposed to be here, and this one comes back a little later, so: be warned. I unfortunately cannot pay the publishing company for the rights to reprint it. I sincerely apologize. The quote has to do with adultery, and, specifically, a pretty ‘major’ male reproductive organ

[4] As everyone knows, the more tongue, the less romantic #LessTongue,MoreLife(Idiots) #RomanticLife #SoRomantic #SoRomantic*TheMostRomantic

[5] Hope? Pft, idiot…

- So reluctantly…

[6] Reference to Joe Biden’s response when asked about gun control: “Who needs an M16? What’s wrong with a shotgun? Just buy a shotgun!”

[7] …Lazy fucking Millennials #ADDInfestedMillennials #Lazy,ADDInfestedMillennials

[8] So gravely…

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