My Zombie Honeymoon: Love in the Age of Zombies Book One (21 page)

“There ain’t nothin’ down here but junk,” the southern guy said. The walls down here are pretty thin, so we could hear them.

“Well they got to be somewhere. There’s no way that baby thing would still have power after four months.”

“Would you guys shut up and let me think?” the gruff guy shouted. All was quiet for a minute or two.

“Someone must have put new batteries in it. And those things don’t transmit far, so they must be close. Let’s grab the shit we found and . . .” the voice trailed off as they started back upstairs. We heard their footsteps in the kitchen, then recede again as they went up to the second floor, presumably with their loot.

Without the radio we couldn’t hear anything else. We didn’t know if they were still in the house, hoping we’d come out from hiding, or if they’d climbed back down the ladder and run off.

“I don’t know if they’re still here or not,” I whispered, “but just to be safe, let’s stay as quiet as we can.” I hated leaving the lights off in the plant room. Plants don’t like it when their period of light is interrupted.

We crept around the house for about an hour when we were startled to hear the sound of someone quietly walking around the house. So someone
had
stayed behind, hoping to surprise us! Thank God we hadn’t made any noise! We heard the footfalls quietly move into the kitchen and then a lengthy pause. Another ten minutes went by without a sound, then the familiar
thump!
sound again. We heard the footsteps—still in the kitchen—cross over to the staircase and then fade out.

“I think they’re leaving,” I whispered.

“Holy shit, Kevin! That scared the crap out of me!”

“Me too. I’m glad I disguised the trap door as well as I did, otherwise we’d have been toast.”

As a few hours passed, so did our unease. Evidently they think we’re no longer in the house, so we’re safe for now.

I’m going to put a couple of liters of coke in the root cellar along with some booze. I wouldn’t mind a couple of drinks tonight, and it’s cold enough in there to chill them down quite a bit.

December 11th

Kevin asked me to write down what happened while the memory is still fresh. He’s resting comfortably, but won’t be able to write for a while.

I’m not as good at writing as he is, but I’ll give it a shot.

We were in bed when we heard them start to smash open the trap door. Kevin said to run to the root cellar. I reached out in the dark and found the gun I’d placed on the nightstand. I guess Kevin picked up a piece of a two-by-four. We ran into the living room and he was reaching to open the root cellar when they broke through. We could see lights from a flashlight bouncing off the steps.

Kevin whispered fiercely to hide in the bedroom and then shoved me that direction.

They yelled for us to come on out. Kevin must have hit one guy in the legs as they came down the stairs. I heard the sound of his two-by-four hit something, someone yelled, and then some scuffling.

Don’t shoot, don’t shoot! Kevin said.

The big guy shouted who else is in here with you. Kevin said why should I tell you anything, it’s none of your business. Then I heard a pause and he said I live here alone, my wife died months ago.

I’m glad we didn’t have any bras or panties hung up to dry over the heater.

Kevin asked what the guys wanted and told them to take it and get out. I heard another scuffle and I guess one of the guys punched him. Kevin was groaning. Then I heard them kick him. They grunted with each kick. One or two guys. I heard someone laughing and Kevin was gasping for breath.

Kevin groaned and tried to ask them again what they wanted. One guy said what do you got. Another guy said we want everything. Kevin said this is my stuff and my house and you don’t have the right to take it. They all laughed. One guy said there’s no such thing as rights only more. It’s dog eat dog, and you just got ate. They all laughed again.

Kevin said nobody has to get hurt we could work something out. Someone said there wasn’t anything to work out, they wanted our stuff and were taking it.

One guy told Kevin to show them where the food is. I don’t know if Kevin pointed to the storage room or what. I was hiding on the far side of the bed with the gun in my hand.

I heard one guy go into the storeroom. Another guy shined his flashlight in the bedroom but not on me. Before he could look around much the guy in the storeroom started shouting for the other guys to come look. He said there’s booze, food, drinks, everything. I heard a struggle in the living room as Kevin must have tried to get up to fight or something, but it sounded like he was punched again and he got quiet.

They started grabbing boxes and carrying them into the living area. I peeked over the bed to look.

One guy was bigger than the other two. These were the same guys who killed that poor woman. The big guy said hold on a minute, why should we move all this stuff, we should just move in.

The skinny guy took a big drink from one of our bottles of booze and they passed it around. He said what about this guy. The big guy said let’s have some fun with him. I heard more fighting then I guess they had him by both arms.

The guy who wasn’t skinny and wasn’t fat said he wasn’t going to have no fun with no guy. The big guy said his cock couldn’t tell the difference between a girl’s mouth and a guy’s mouth. He asked Kevin if he’d ever swallowed a guy’s come. Kevin said no. He said today was Kevin’s lucky day. He told Kevin he had to suck his dick or have his head blown off. Kevin said no fucking way.

I heard them hit him a few more times and Kevin groaning. The big guy said grab him by the hair and make him kneel. I heard the sound of a zipper unzipping, but I couldn’t really see anything with it being so dark. I guess it was the fat guy. He told Kevin to open his mouth nice and wide and get ready to swallow. Kevin said no again.

He got hit again, and then the guy stuck his gun right in Kevin’s face and said you suck my cock or you die right now. Kevin didn’t move. It looked like the guy stuck his dick in Kevin’s face. There was a pause and I heard the guy say that’s right bitch suck my cock. Then he yelled son of a bitch he bit me! Now you gonna die, motherfucker. He backed up and pointed his gun with one hand while he grabbed his bleeding crotch with the other. One of the guys was shining his flashlight on his bleeding cock. I could see blood dripping through his fingers.

I raised my gun and stepped out so I had a clear shot. I said hey. The big guy flinched right as his gun went off. Kevin fell over. But I didn’t miss. I shot him in the forehead. The other two guys tried to get away. They ran up the stairs. I shot one before he got to the top but he kept going. I chased after them. They ran to the front door and ran out. The zombies had heard the three gunshots. There were a lot of them. I saw one guy get caught as they swarmed him. I don’t know what happened to the other guy.

I rebolted the locks and went back downstairs. The fat man was now a dead fat man. There was blood all over the floor. He lay with his face in his own blood. But I didn’t care about him.

Kevin had fallen on his side. His knees were bent. There was a pool of blood by his body but it was a small pool. He was breathing. His face was bruised from where they had punched him, but I wasn’t worried about his bruises. I rolled him over and tore his shirt off. He had been hit in the shoulder. There was blood in front and back but no major artery was hit. It wasn’t bleeding too bad. I got my med kit. I started cleaning up the wound. I knew the bullet had exited the body. I put antibiotics inside and outside. I hope the bullet stayed in one piece. I sewed him up front and back. While I was doing this he woke up. He was very weak. I told him he got shot and I told him he was a fucking asshole for scaring me again. He tried to laugh and said he loves it when I talk dirty. Then he passed out again. I finished putting in the stitches then bandaged him up. When I was done I made him wake up. I made him stand up even though I could tell it hurt. He had to get to our bed and not stay on the floor. I couldn’t carry him. He made his way across the room and I helped him get on the bed. He was wincing.

I grabbed his arm and said this is going to hurt. Then I moved his shoulder around. I needed to know if any bones were broken. It seemed okay. While I was doing it he passed out.

I took his shirt and took off my bloody clothes and threw them in the wash bucket. I went and stared at the dead man. Trying to decide. How could I get him up the stairs? I didn’t like having him there. But I didn’t think I could move him. I tried but wasn’t strong enough. I cleaned up all of his blood. It took a lot of towels.

I have a lot of washing to do.

I got a sheet and wrapped him in it. It was hard to do. Then I duct taped the sheet so it was tight on him. I found the bullet that hit Kevin embedded in the carpet. I pried it up and stuck it in my pocket. Then I took a shower and threw up.

Kevin started waking up. He was calling for Tammy. That was okay. I went to him. He asked me again what happened. I told him I killed the fat man and saw another one die but wasn’t sure about one but he was gone. Kevin asked how bad he was hurt. I said I didn’t know but he was going to be okay. I gave him some Versed I had and some antibiotics. He fell asleep.

I got the little mattress we don’t use and dragged it into the bedroom. I made my bed. I lay in it but didn’t sleep for a long time. I listened to Kevin breath in and out and it made me feel better.

The next morning Kevin woke up and he looked a lot better. He wasn’t so pale. I made him take off his pants and underwear. I wished he wasn’t hurt. I looked at his wound. It didn’t look worse.

I asked Kevin to sit up. He did but I could tell it hurt. I told him the next day he was going to have to get up. I told him we had to move the body. He said okay. I told him to rest today or it would be worse tomorrow. When I turned around to leave he patted my ass. I knew he was going to be okay. I checked on him all day. He was bored and got tired of reading. I gave him the shortwave radio to play with. That made him happy. Men and their toys.

I took care of the plants and washed all of the bloody clothes and towels. It took a lot of water and they were stained. I miss my washing machine. I stared at the dead body a lot. And at Kevin. I realized I love him. Damn.

I fed him. I got him a bottle when he had to pee. He hated that. I told him he couldn’t get up. I gave him another sleeping pill. I wanted to go look at the stars in the living room but didn’t want to be near the body.

The next morning I made him stay in bed until late. I gave him a double dose of Oxycontin then helped him get up. He was stronger than I hoped. I helped him get dressed. We went out and looked at the body. He showed me where some rope was. We tied the rope around the dead guy’s feet. I grabbed the gun and went upstairs. I looked around but no one was there. Kevin came to the top of the stairs and we started pulling on the rope to pull the body up the steps. We got the body most of the way there and had to stop. Kevin did all he could but I did most of the work. Kevin was pretty doped up, but I couldn’t have done it without his help. I went out the trap door and tied off the rope then went back. Kevin was on the sofa. He was pale and kind of loopy. He told me he needed to rest. I let him. About four hours later we finished moving the body upstairs. Then Kevin went downstairs and slept until the next morning.

I puttered around and then went to sleep. When I woke up my arms and legs were sore. When he woke up he knew we needed to finish the job. The body couldn’t stay in the house. We went upstairs and it was already starting to stink. We pulled the body to the side door. We checked the windows. It looked okay if we were fast. No zombies very close. We unbolted the door and started pushing and pulling the body outside. Some zombies saw us. They came toward us. We got the body outside. I jumped inside but a zombie nearly got me. It touched me. We bolted the door.

Kevin sat in one of the upstairs kitchen chairs to rest. After a few minutes he was staring at the trap door. They had used crowbars to pry it up. The wood was ruined. I asked how they knew we were there. Kevin thought for a minute but then said look at the floor. Besides the spots of blood from the guy I shot I didn’t see anything. But when I looked on the other parts of the floor I could see a lot of dust. At the edge of the hidden trap door, a path could be seen. Our tracks in the dust gave us away. Bastards. May they rot in hell.

Kevin said we will have to fix it. I said not today. He said okay. We went downstairs. He slept some more. I took care of everything. He didn’t have to pee in a bottle anymore. I was glad because he didn’t just pee. I told him he could take a shower and he did. I put fresh bandages on. I gave him more antibiotics. We tried to have sex but it hurt him too much with me on top. It hurt too much when he was on top too. So instead I used my mouth on him. We were both satisfied.

It’s been a few days and he’s mostly better. The bruises on his face and body have mostly faded. I think it will take a while for his body to be completely healed. But we are having sex again.

December 13
th

I asked Michelle to write down what happened since most of the details are kind of fuzzy to me. Here are some of the few things I do remember.

Of course I remember them breaking in and beating me. I remember the big guy saying I had to give him a blow job. I remember being beaten again and him forcing his penis in my mouth. I remember I tried to bite it off, even though I knew he would kill me. I bit down as hard as I could and nearly tore it off before he hit me again. He said he was going to kill me and pointed his gun at me.