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Today’s post is actually a re-post of sorts.
Last year I did a serialized short story, No Bones About It. There was a sequel that was intended to follow, but a little thing called Rupert & Me popped up. So, I’d like to draw your attention back to No Bones About It because I’ll finally be releasing the sequel, Rubies Are My Girlfriend’s Best Friend.
Rubies Are My Girlfriend’s Best Friend will start either this Thursday or, more likely, this Saturday and become the new Saturday feature. You’ll find out for sure on Thursday.
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Parts 1,2,3, 4, & 5. Need I say more? Let’s finish this.
PART 6
I gripped the steering wheel tightly, my knuckles almost going white. The tiny engine in the Toyota Paso roared as I gunned the engine.
Then I let go of the brake and the car bolted forward.
Danni leaned back out the window and began to pick off the corpses one by one.
Through the windshield I watched as they exploded. Not one of them flinched or ran off. These guys would make some great mindless soldiers, oh wait, they already were. ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
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Parts 1,2,3 & 4. Make sure you’ve read those first, otherwise you’ll just be confused.
PART 5
My life was dangling by a thread, or a rope as it were, and I did not possess enough physical strength to pull myself up one handed. I was, as my girlfriend pointed out, Captain Sissy-Boy.
I hope they wouldn’t put that on my tombstone.
The rope slipped through my hand and I dropped towards the collection of hungry corpses. The red mist from the vial was gathering around them and working them up into quite the mad frenzy.
I needed both hands, which I was going to have to drop the sword. I hesitated only because I knew Danielle would kill me for losing the sword. But it was either that or get killed by reanimated corpses. I decided I could live with death by a loved one.
I dropped the sword and quickly pulled myself up to freedom, the red mist licking at my heels. If only my gym teacher could see me now.
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Parts 1, 2 & 3. Trust me, read those first and then come back.
PART 4
Bones and dead skin flew everywhere, floating past me in an odd sensation of slow motion. When did this become my life?
Most of the older corpses, the ones that had been dead for a while and were mostly bone, crumbled easily. It was the fresher ones that were the problem. My battle-axe kept getting stuck in their skin. One of them still had some blood in him and when I brought my axe down across his chest, the blood squirted onto my clothes.
“Oh, gross,” I muttered.
The mass of corpses swarmed around us, like killer locusts from the Bible, or something. I swung the battle-axe wildly. I so hated graveyards..
From behind me I heard Danni scream. At first I thought she might have been hurt. Then I realized it wasn’t a scream of pain, but one of pleasure. She was enjoying herself. Of course she was.
I shook my head as I swiped my axe through a grungy-looking corpse that was, for some weird reason, wearing glasses. I really had to do something about my taste in woman.
We progressed faster than I thought we would’ve. The corpses were incredibly easy to take down. The only real problem was that there were so freaking many of them. ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
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You might want to read Parts 1 & 2 before reading this. They can be found here and here.
PART 3
When facing an oncoming tidal wave of the undead I don’t think there’s anyone out there who wouldn’t forgive uttering an expletive or two.
Danni and I uttered a stream of them, she using a few I had never even heard of before, and starting running to the opposite side of the chapel.
We darted through a sidedoor that lead to a cramped corridor. Behind us the corpses stumbled around mindlessly, but managed to move in a collective mass after us.
As we raced down the hallway, I said to Danielle, “Next time we do something like this, we double date.”
Danielle did a double-take. “I beg your pardon?”
“Well,” I explained, between gasps for air. It was a long corridor, however, it seemed to be on a decline, “The idea is that we’d have some people for the dead guys to, you know, go through, before they got to us.”
