Mitch and Kyle and the vampire

“There ain’t no rest for the wicked.”

“Isn’t that a song?”

“Hey, so?  We have been plowing through this cave for days.  Didn’t you just say you wanted to rest.”

“You ain’t got anything original?”


“Thought so.”

“You know sometimes you are the biggest ass, Mitch.”

“Hey, what can I say… ”

“You can say something other than, ‘What can I say!”

“Shutup.. hey, what’s that over there?”

The cave system sank lower and there was no light, except for the torch Kyle put together.  That said a yellow glow leaked through maybe 50 yards away.

“I don’t want to go that way,” said Kyle.

“Aw.. come on you weiner.  To be honest we really have no other direction to go.  We can’t go back up the cave and we can’t take this way because it’s too small for our overgrown bellies.”

Kyle stepped to the left, leaving Mitch to fuss in the growing darkness.  That was until something moved far in the darkness.

“Why’d you leave me ass?”

Kyle laughed.

Both  men stepped carefully over the fallen stones and small streams of water.  The light expanded till it revealed another torch planted in a crevice in the wall.

“Did you put this here?”  Mitch asked.

“How could I have put that there when I didn’t know it was even here?”

“I don’t know!”

The two men passed the touch and stepped into an antechamber.  A large round room with torches every couple feet.

“Dude, we could set up camp here.”

“Mitch, look.”

Mitch followed several shadows, slowly moving to the left.  He stepped forward and went the opposite direction.   He held tightly to a hammer, spiked on the backside.

The shadows continued moved along the parameter of the antechamber.  Mitch continued following in the opposite direction.

“What are you doing?”  Kyle suddenly shouted.

Mitch paused.  The shadows stopped and he could make out a quiet conversation.

“What the hell is wrong with you!”  Mitch replied quietly.

“Me… what’s wrong with you, idiot.”

“You know…” Mitch began.  His temper flaring.  He stopped when one of the shadows began to rise and disappear.

He could hear the beating of wings above his head.


Both men ran into the center of the round room.  They turned and searched for a doorway.  They could hear several beast hovering over their heads.

Kyle felt the cool breath of one of the beast and turned.  He trust the touch upward.  Fire lite the thin, white hair of a stretched out pale face.  The creature screamed and fell to the ground.  Another screamed and attacked Mitch.

Mitch swung his hammer and missed.  He turned the hammer around and swung again and connected with the spiked end.  The creature squealed and walked away.

“Give me back my hammer you thief.”  Mitch shouted as he instinctively followed the creature.

Kyle stared at the black eyes of the creature as the flames inch up his head.  The creature struggled to dampen out the flames with thin, bony fingers.  Another creature flew into Kyle and grabbed him.  It pulled him upward then let him go.  Kyle hit the ground hard.  Within moments the creature was above him and began to pummel him with its bony fists.

The blows were enormous.  Each connection knocked his head left then right.  He could also hear the rustling of the creatures wings and feel them as they brushed by his left hand.  After a strong right cross Kyle grabbed the right wing.  He bunched the loose, leather-like material in his hand and pulled.

The creature, surprised, fell to the side.  Kyle stood up and without much thought crushed the creature’s skull with his boot.

“Mitch, they have a hell of a punch but I crushed this one with a boot.”

He waited for a response but didn’t receive one.  The touch was near the center of the room.  The other creature had disappeared but he could hear another fighting in the darkness.



The View

The pungent smell of death was everywhere.  It burned your nose, not like a flame but like a punch to your brain.  The view, outside the garage, was unreal.  Neighbors standing in the corner of the yard staring at nothing.  Body parts dangling from gnawed bones.  Others following the leader beside the privacy fence in the back yard.

“We can head into my house,” Jacob offered.

“No Sharon is in there and Barbara.”

Jacob took in a deep breath in all the commotion yesterday he had forgot that his wife Barbara had been the first to fall.  They were less than a foot from the exit when Michael’s wife Sharon was ripped from his arms.

“Oh god,” Jacob almost fell to his knees and stepped back into the garage.

“You are not dying in that garage by yourself,” Michael whispered.  “I am not going back in there.  Are you going to follow me or not?”

Jacob looked at his friend.  In two days Michael’s face had aged twenty years.  His blue eyes hidden within the swelling of a black eye and lack of sleep.

“What the hell you looking at?  Let’s go.”

Jacob followed Michael from the garage.  They leapt over to the house and followed the outside wall.  At the first window Jacob stopped and looked inside.  Michael continued to the next window.

She was in there.  Her perfect hair screwed up.  Her face long and drawn down.  Her jaw slack and her arms to her side.  She stood staring at nothing till she saw him in the window.  Something flashed inside her and she began forward.  Jacob felt Michael tug at him but Barbara was coming.

“Maybe she hadn’t been bitten,” he thought.  “Maybe she wasn’t part of this.  Maybe all this will go away with one more look at her.”


Michael jerked him to the side just before Barbara appeared at the window.

“Ass!  She was fine,” Jacob shouted then realized what he had done.  He had just alerted ten… maybe twenty infected undead to his location.

Three standing in the driveway woke up suddenly.  Their eyes burst with excitement.  They took one careful step then another.  One of them jolted forward and both men ran toward the front of the house.  They stopped mid-front yard and looked at the view ahead of them.  The population of human corruption stumbling in lines forward and backward.  Lives missing and replaced by a corrosive mental condition called the Darkness.

Ahhhh! Hungry

“Ahhhh!”  Michael screamed, stood against the garage wall and laid his face upon the cold stone.

“Don’t scream, man you will attract more,” Jacob replied.

“Don’t tell me what I already know!”

Jacob stood next to Michael.  “Come on, please dude.  If you lose it what the hell am I going to do.”

Michael sighed but stared at the back of the garage.  He watched the undead remnants of a woman walk slowly past a window.  The woman, no longer human, wore a white wedding dress smeared with darkness, likely blood.  The sight infuriated Michael but he stood perfectly still overtly signaling to Jacob.  Jacob saw the woman and noticed she stopped and stared into the window.  It looked like the woman was curious.  Was she wondering what was inside?

Both men stood statue-still watching as the woman rubbed a nasty hand over the thin glass window but within seconds she had covered the outside of the window in grim.  A minute later she became bored and left.

Michael turned and fell to a sitting position.  Tears fell and welled up for seconds upon the pronounced cheekbones of the 20 year old man.  Jacob stood, silent then turned away struggling to hold back the emotion.

“We’ve been here two days!”  Michael finally said.  “I am hungry as hell.  We can’t stay in here any longer.  Jacob.”  Michael wiped away the tears.  “You are my best friend but if you try to stop me I will kill you.”

“What do you expect me to do, dude?  Stand in your way.  You are a big boy.  I’m just telling you it will be much more painful out there then in here.”

“Starving to death isn’t painful?”

“I don’t know, man, I haven’t gone more than four hours without food.  It feel like I’m starving now.  I have very little energy to do anything.  How are we going to fight what twenty of those things?”

“We have to do something.”  Michael walked across the concrete floor and over to the wooden garage door.”

“I wish I could see through this damn door.”

Jacob stood behind him then banged hard on the door.

“What are you doing?”

Jacob was quiet and listened then said, “If they were close one of them would of smacked the door but it didn’t.  We can try this.  Just far enough to find a house with food.”

Kali and Company part 1

“This used to be New York City,” Steve Summers said to his daughter staring from the wreckage of the

George Washington Bridge.  The city was in shambles.  The towers of steel and glass that made up the city were mangled.  Large black holes spread like a virus over the sky high buildings. There were a few places in the city that still worked.  The few buildings that were not struck with curse of war were lit up at night.  The lights on the Empire State building still lite up at night and this is where Steve needed to be.  These buildings served as stations for the living but swimming in the middle of a sea of death.
The George Washington bridge had be damaged.  A large hole near the center prevented any infected from exiting the city.  The large bomb toppled one of the tall towers supporting the bridge.  The suspension cables laid over the gap making the travel scary but possible.  Any car traffic was parted on the South side of the bridge.  The rest of the trip would have to be made by foot.
Kali trembled as the suspension cable beneath her swung slightly.  Steve noticed.
“Move Kali, we have been through tougher stuff than this,” he said.  His tone was harsh but the intent was not.
“We haven’t crossed a bridge Dad.  Never have,” Kali replied. “Why are we doing this?”
“Don’t question my intentions,” Steve shot back.
Kali tried to turn around to shout back but the cable moved and she stopped.
“Move, Kali!”
Steve’s wife, Andrea warned Steve to be easier on Kali.  Steve grumbled then replied.
“This is not your business, Andrea.”
All three walked across the gap slowly.  The weather was warm and the wind only picked up on occasion.  When it did it was frightening but the three made it across successfully.
A small shack was built on the other side of the gap.  Behind the shack was a tall double wall of razor wire and a small column allowing access to the city.
Steve lead them to the small shack and stepped in.  Metal shelves lined the outside walls.  The shelves held food and survival gear for the trip into the city.  A gruff man, beard sitting upon a glass counter, stood and stared at the family.  Other visitors to the city milled around the small shack buying rucksacks and cans of food and water.
“Go with Kali and buy us some food,” he commanded, not looking at Andrea.
Andrea did as she was told and pulled small backpack from Kali’s back.  She began to fill it with cans of food and water.
Steve stepped up to the grizzly man and pulled out a worn map of the city.
 “Listen to me, old man,” Steve began.  “I’m looking for Lord Adam’s residence.  Can you help me out? “
The grizzly man never cracked a smile.  He opened his mouth to reveal yellow, broken teeth.
“I cannot reveal Lord Adam’s residence to you.  Even if I wanted too and I don’t.”  The old man turned away from Steve.
“Hey!  Don’t turn away from me.”  Steve kept the volume low but forceful enough to make the man stop.

Who is Gabriel?

A monstrous flying creature pushed through the sky.  He was more bird-like than the rest of the vampire clan in the area.  He still had attractive human features in his face, although his jaw was elongated to make room for the larger canine teeth.  His chest and arms were human but the rest barely resembled anything human.  His legs were thin and covered in hair.  Large wings hung over him as he flew over the steel structures that were home.  Gabriel used his legs and feet as a rudder to steer him through the air.

The area around Ransom belonged to Gabriel and his merry band of vampire.

“Most of the others are idiots,” he thought as he watched a group feasting upon the zombies below.  The zombies had become a delicacy for the vampire, even replacing the human prey at times, but at a price.  The oxygenated blood and parasites within it excite the brain inside the vampire.  It gives them a wicked high.  It makes them easy to control but dependent on this food.  Gabriel accepts this inconvenience as an easy way to reign but doesn’t dine on the zombies himself. “It would soften my mind,”  he thinks.

Gabriel approaches the tallest building in Ransom.  He leans back and fills his large wings with air.

“I will call us Aethon. That was the name of the eagle that tormented the god Prometheus, ” he says as he lands softly upon the roof of the building.  Marcus, a large winged man approached.  “Marcus, my lieutenant, we are the Aethon clan.”

Marcus smiles and Gabriel walks with the overweight man toward the entrance to the building.

Erik —

The screams were deafening as the infected began to approach the group.  Nicolas Emmet, a large, muscular man, shot toward the slowly closing gate.  He grabbed the gate and attempted to stop it.  Several BlackAdder guards grabbed the gate and attempted to pull it close.

“Let me out!”  shouted Nicolas.  Leslie Brown,limping from the fight with the guards joined Nicolas and pulled the gate.  The gate opened wider as the guards shouted and threaten to fire into the prisoners.  Realizing that he shoot within the line of fire Erik turned and ran toward the field of abandoned cars.  The Summers family followed him joined by the Baker brothers and a tall, dark skinned man that someone referred to as the Haitian.

Erik stopped.  He took in a deep breath and cursed at his worn out forty year old body.  The rest of the group stopped several feet ahead of him.  Gun fired erupted from the gate and everyone fell to the ground.  After several seconds it was quiet, except for the crunching of the dry grass around him.

Erik sat up and listened as the crunching multiplied and the tall grass moved from all sides.  Fear shook him but he stayed put.  He listened as the infected approached.  He could hear two coming from the left and three headed toward him from the right.  He but his head on his knees and waited.

“What are you doing?” 

Erik looked up and found his wife staring down at him.  She was taken weeks after the infected escaped from County Hospital, where he worked.  She would often visit him dressed in a long white dress tied around the waist with a blue ribbon and a bow.

“What are you doing?”  She repeated.

“I can’t do this anymore,” Erik said.  “I can’t hide.  I can’t run.  I can’t live without you and Sara anymore.”

“I call bullshit on that, Erik.  It’s been five years and you decide this now!  Don’t be a dick.”  

“A dick?  Don’t be a dick?  Is that all you have to say?”  Erik looked up.  His wife was as beautiful as she was in life all those years ago.  Her dark brown hair framed the soft pale skin of her face.  Her brown eyes sparkled as she smiled.

“Your not giving up, Erik.  I will not let you.”  

“What are you going to do, bug me to death?”

A torn dress shoe stepped from grass on Erik’s left.  This shoe was followed by several others and then they were upon him.  Grabbing for anything that would lead to Erik falling toward one or the other side.  The infected tore Erik’s t-shirt.  The collar strangled Erik till it finally broke away.  As much as he wanted to just sit still his hands and feet fought off the hungry, rotting faces that bent down to tear him apart.  A small boy grabbed a hold of his ankle and dug his long nails into Erik’s skin.  Erik cried out in pain and kicked hard.  The boy fell backward into the tall grass and Erik turned over.  Stood on his knees the fought to stand.  A bloody hand met the side of his face and Erik stumbled backward.  He fell hard to the ground then stood.

“Fuck you!”  Erik shouted.  He counted five plus the young boy all hungry and grunting as they walked toward him.  “The infection disabled any sort of human emotion”, he thought.  “The Bacterial Meningtis caused confusion, fever and headaches.  It can’t be the reason for this hunger and ability to live after death.”  Erik’s analitical mind took over.  “Acute Ocular Melanoma,”  Erik noticed the thick white film over the eyes of the infected.  He also noticed that the infected reached and often confused the other infected for the living only to recoil when they got too close.  “They are blind and their sense of smell is minimal.”


Erik stood up.  He looked forward toward the broken city of Ransom and ran forward into a pair of infected.  He pushed them into each other causing them to fall into each other then escaped.  Within ten feet Erik ran into the tall dark-skinned man.

“Hi, my name is Cary.  Some people call me the Haitian but I prefer Cary.  I didn’t think you were going to make that.  Were you waiting for them to attack you?”

“Nice to meet you Cary.  You seem to be a very smart man.  Let’s stop talking and find some place safe to stay.”

Intake – Revision 7

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The chains and iron shackles clanged loudly as the BlackAdder guards helped a middle-aged man from a non-descript white van.  The chains were wrapped around his waist and then followed up his back to a leather strap around his neck.  Erik Lynn Moore did not resist the harsh treatment.  He had been dreading this day for five years.

“Put him next to the others!”  Shouted an overweight man dressed in black.  Upon his shoulders was a pair of red straps that identified him as Sergeant of the Guard.

One of the guards pulled on his chain causing him to stumble.   Erik and the two other guards walked to a line of other prisoners.  They stood in front of a long, double walled fence.  Wrapped throughout the fence was razor wire.  The guards placed Erik between an older white man and a pair of young black men.  Next to the older…

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Shoot Them!

The guards in front stepped to the side and the group was pushed into the prison.  Within moments the infected appeared within the tall grass.  The guards pushed the small crowd forward as the infected stepped closer.  The prisoners near the front of the group began to panic and peeled from the makeshift circle and ran toward the gate.  The guards shouted as they approached.  They rushed to close the gate.  Several prisoners screamed as the exit closed.  The rest of the group stood within a hungry horde of infected.

Erik stood within the small group of prisoners.  The first ten had disappeared into the tall grass, most had been eaten by the cannibalist infected.  This left ten stranded between the steel gate and human cruelty and an unnatural cruelty created by science.

Erik knew something about he infected, he was the Butcher.  It was a nickname that Erik partially expected when he took over as spokesman of Viacantone Pharmaceutical.  Especially, after the explosion and the invasion of infected.  The irony wasn’t lost on Erik either.  Ransom was where everything started.  Erik had fled for many years only to come back after his family died.  It was inevitable he would be caught drunk under the only bridge in town.

As everyone chattered loudly and stepped into a tight circle Erik stared at the infected thinking.  “A bacterial meningitis sets in within hours of initial infection.  The first indication of infection are large patches of acne-like lesions that climb from the chest to the neck.  The bacteria overwhelms the body and quickly kills the human parts of the brain leaving a monster-like host that only wants to spread the infection.  Cancerous melanoma develops after several weeks causing blindness.”

“They are blind,” Erik shouts but it’s barely audible through the noise.  Erik steps forward.  The crowd of prisoners surges forward.  Sean and Andrew Baker bum rush one infected each and shove them to the ground.  A taller gentleman walks carefully between the two infected and immediately becomes entangled in the flailing arms of the infected.  Erik side steps the taller man and follows the Baker brothers.  An infected woman, in a tattered business suit, steps up to Erik from the side.  Erik leaps forward and away from her outstretched arms.  He then slows, watching the two Baker brothers fight off the infected as they go.  He begins to walk, listening as he steps forward.  Erik measures each step to reduce noise.  He approaches a pair of infected on the right.  The pair stumble past Erik, one brushing inches from his shoulder but neither recognize Erik as anything useful.

Erik follows the pair back toward the gate.  They head toward a group of prisoners tangled within the infected.  Erik noticed a foreigner wrestling within the group.  His skin, dark as night, coalesces with his height causing him to stick out within the mass of screams and throws.  The foreigner frees the other man from the infected and steps away.  He assists the injured man as he moans.  They limp along followed by the infected.  Erik turns and walks forward, careful to make as little noise as possible.

A group of infected walk slowly toward Erik and the others.  Erik held in severe anxiety as the group stumbled close to him.

The Wagon… (Take that Writer’s block.. )

The wagon jerked as the tractor pulled forward.  Erik, Sean Dean and Steve Summers fell from the wagon.  The infected horde stepped forward as all three men struggled to stand.  Erik looked up and watched as an infected, middle-aged woman stood over Steve Summers.  Her eyes were pale and hollow.  The skin on her face torn and hung under her right ear.   Steve screamed as the woman fell to her knees and began to pull at anything that may tear easily.  Steve had fallen on his chest and struggled to turn over as the infected woman tore open his thin shirt.  The infected woman grabbed and pulled at the overweight man’s waist.  Steve screamed as his skin stretched.  His daughter, Kali, screamed as she watched from the wagon.  Erik stood and shoved the infected woman backward.  She fell into the tall grass but was quickly replaced by two other infected men.  Sean Dean stepped forward and helped Erik lift Steve from the ground.  The two infected men stepped forward.  Erik, Steve and Sean turned and ran toward the wagon as it slowly pulled away.

Sean caught the wagon first and attempted to rejoin the others.  The driver of the tractor suddenly fired over the heads of the remaining prisoners on the wagon.

“Get off my wagon!”  He shouted and fired again.

Sean struggled to climb aboard ignoring the driver.  The driver threatened to fire into the small crowd upon the wagon and Sean slid from the wagon.  His brother, Andrew leapt from the wagon followed by Kali and her mother, Andrea.

“What are we going to do now?”  Andrea shouted.  Steve threw his torn shirt into the grass.  He ran to his wife, ignoring the cries of his young daughter.  “We will be fine,” he said as he redirected Andrea toward the right.  A horde of five infected stumbled forward.

“Is this Michigan avenue?”  Asked Andrew as his brother, Sean helped him too his feet. “Let’s go,” Erik said as the infected began to surround them.

The group ran nearly two-hundred feet when Erik stopped and leaned on a small car buried in rust and green vines.

Gabriel (Remaining at The City of Zombies wordpress blog)

The vampire stepped into the early October afternoon air.  The sun was high, the air brisk. The several vampire peeled off and attacked the zombie milling around attempting to make a meal out of them.  Kali walked slowly, fighting every step.  A tall vampire with pale skin and a facial scar struggled to push her forward and not break her.  The vampire seemed determined to capture her.  He watched the zombie with a hungry eye.  The high he built up earlier fell and he needed a boost.  The human in his hands would help but that would only last so long.  The zombie venom burned within him.  It smoked the angry parasite living within him.  I allowed happiness to leak into a hard shell for moments.  Kali pulled hard, her backpack ripped open and fell.  Upon the ground fell a dark shadow-less stone.  It stopped the vampire immediately and gave an opportunity opening to a zombie a vampire on his left.  The zombie tackled the vampire and they fell toward Kali and the taller vampire.  They fell over the backpack and the stone.  The zombie bit into the vampire’s arm causing him to scream.  The vampire punched the zombie with his free hand.  The zombie released his hand but only to get a better grip.  Both monsters wrestled upon the ground.  The vampire’s wings flailing.  The other vampire walked around the battle.  They dropped the zombies they had pulled aside and leaped into the house then into the sky.  The tall, pale, vampire circled around the fight attempting to grab the black shadow-less stone.  The vampire on the ground unintentionally blocked his attempts with his wings.  Shouts of frustration as he tried again and again to grab the stone.  Kali backed away too frightened to move too far away.  The zombie surrounding them had thinned to only a few.  The Haitian burst through the house door and growled.  The pale vampire growled back.  He then returned to the stone.  Kali watched as the Haitian walked closer.  Suddenly, Erik appears from the back yard, confusion upon his face.  A large bird-like creature sweeps over his head and he falls to the ground.  The bird-like creature lands upon the wrestling match and slides a large claw into the back to the zombies neck.  He kicks the zombie over and crushed the vampire’s neck.

“Gabriel, we found the stone,”  the pale vampire’s voice shook as he spoke.  Gabriel smiled, his face and chest human.  He looked at Kali then back at the pale vampire.  “Get the stone.  We are taking the girl.”

“Yes, sir.”  The pale vampire searched desperately for the stone then grabbed it.  He quickly placed it within his pocket then leaped upon the house and disappeared.

Kali stepped backward away from the large bird man.  The Haitian inched closer as Erik shouted but the bird man quickly snatched up the young girl and picked her off the ground.  Quickly, they disappeared toward the center of the city.

“God damn it!”  Erik shouted.  “Why can’t I protect that girl?”

“Brother, you are not alone,” the Haitian said as he watched Gabriel disappear within the corroded hole of the tallest building in Ransom.  “I will go with you and we will find Kali.”

“Damn right, we will.”  Erik swung an ax wildly at an zombie that crept toward them.  He partially decapitated the zombie causing it to fall.  “Damn it.”

—– End of Chapter —-