Trailer Trash Zombies
(Appears in "Midnight Movie Creature Feature 2")
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Gabrielle stared at us; well, mainly at me because she preferred me over the other two, and she growled a toothy grin at us as she rubbed her flat belly and large breasts with her hands. It was hard to see in the dark but I got a good look at her. I saw what looked like dried blood on her "Dead Can Dance" t-shirt and I felt a little thrill of irony over the twisted meaning of the words.
Drool rolled down her chin and her breath rasped between her lips, two signs of the zombie fever. Her sunken eyes were bloodshot as if she was getting over a six-day bender. In a sense, she was, although this was one bender she would never overcome.
She took a couple of steps towards me and ran her tongue over her uneven teeth and chapped lips, flirting with me as only the undead could. Even in her fevered state I felt a stirring in my groin. The virus surging through me gave me a scorcher of an erection if the conditions were right. They were. She was a little worse for wear but she had all the cougar appeal I expected of her.
Corey held out one hand and slowly approached her. "Gabrielle, it's us. Heard from your son. Are you okay?" Corey asked in a quiet voice, the sort you'd use to address a child, which was rather funny since Gabrielle must have been twenty years older than him. He walked a little closer to her.
"What are you doing?" Mike hissed.
"It's okay. She won't hurt me."
It was hard to see in the apartment because all the lights were off and the curtains were pulled. I reached over and turned on a table lamp. The moment light flooded the room, Gabrielle screamed.
"AAAAAAAHHHRRAAA!! AAAAAHRRAA!!! AAAHRAAA!!!!" The light shined on her, revealing clotted blood on her hands and red-brown streaks down her neck. She must have gouged out her legs in her fevered state since her thighs were covered with red, raw scratches that had become infected. Her legs gaped at the crotch, torn open from a week's worth of wear and tear. I felt for her, remembering my first few weeks when I was covered with welts and the skin at my joints cracked and split. My entire body was held together with industrial glue and surgical thread. She screamed and covered her eyes with her hands until I turned the light off.
Without warning, she lunged at Corey, knocking him off balance and onto his back on the rug where I last fucked her. He held her at arm's length as she ground her hips into his crotch, dry humping him with more passion than I'd ever seen her use on me. I felt a bit miffed that she jumped Corey's bones after flirting so openly with me, but I couldn't blame her in her sex-crazed state.
Overcoming his strength, she moaned as she rubbed her full breasts across his chest. Mike pounded the baseball bat on her back hoping to move her but she wouldn't budge. Corey pushed against her shoulders, staring at the mouth with all those teeth that snapped not far from his body. One bite and he'd be infected. I couldn't allow that to happen.
"Hang on!" I yelled. "I know what to do!" I ran to the bedroom and found the box where she kept her bondage toys. Within seconds the ball gag was in my hand. I was about to race out of the room when a low growl gurgled behind me.
I turned and found myself face-to-face with Gabrielle's cocker spaniel, or what was left of him. Half of the dog's face was gone but enough of it remained to growl at me. Fearful of those sharp teeth tearing into my skin that would never heal, I stood very still for a moment.
I slowly reached for a dresser drawer to toss at the dog.
"Nice doggie…. Play undead…"
I yanked the drawer from the dresser just in time since the mutt leaped at me. I swung the drawer, catching the dog on the side of its body. It sailed across the room with a pained yelp, hit the wall, and collapsed to the floor. I think I stunned it. I couldn't have killed it because it was already dead.
Rather than stick around to check on the dog's condition, I ran to the living room. I grabbed Gabrielle by the hair and yanked her head back so that her snapping jaws were far from Corey's body. Her mouth split at the edges into an unsettling, wide rictus.
"Pinch her nose!" I yelled and Corey did as ordered. Immediately her mouth popped open to breathe and I plugged the ball gag in place. Mike held her head while I fastened the strap to the back of her head so that the gag was snug and in place, I released her and she shook her head hard but that ball gag wasn't going anywhere. She lost her balance and fell off Corey, tipping to one side and landing flat on her scrumptious ass.