'Til Death Do Us Part (3 page)

“
Let
’s hear what she has to say,”
Kong said
,
placing his hand on Randy
’
s shoulder.

Randy shrugged it off.
“
Fuck you
, man.
I
’
ll listen to what she says after I break a piece of that o
ff. You got a problem with that?”
Randy shouted as he pointed at the stocky youth that had come with the woman.

The young man merely smiled sadly
.
F
or some reason
,
that scared the shit out of Kong. Randy
’
s steps began to falte
r as he got closer to the woman. S
he did not move a
muscle;
even her hai
r seemed unaffected by the wind.
Kong noticed that she was somehow above the earthly elements.

“
I
’
m...I
’
m glad you
’re not running,”
Randy said as he started fumbling around with his fly.
“I hate when they run. Oh, I catch them…always. I
t
’
s just that I
’
m usually sweaty by then
,
and then I ain
’
t so nice. You know what I mean?
”
Randy asked with a leer as he pulled his penis free from his pants. “
Like what you see?
”

T
he woman
,
without looking down
,
reached her hand out.

“
Yeah
,
baby
,
that
’
s what I
’m talking about,”
Randy said as he looked heavenward in anticipation.

His high pitched screams started shortly after his
dismembered
member
landed with a wet slap on
the pavement.

“
Are we ready to talk?
” t
he woman asked as she wiped her hand on Randy
’
s shirt before effortlessly pushing him over.

His screams became a crescendo before they started to tail off into sobs of pain. Shock and blood loss were beginning to take their toll.

“
Fuck
,
Kong
,
she ripped his cock off!
”
Al was screaming as he began to back up.

Dom was dry-heaving.
O
nly Kong was holding his ground.

“
You the leader?
” t
he woman asked Kong as she stepped over Randy who was now wrapped up in the fetal position.

He nodded quickly, wishing that
,
after he had shot his infected
girlfriend
,
he had turned the gun on himself. Anything would have been better than staring into those twin pools of death.

“I have a proposition,” s
he stated again.

“
And if I refuse?
”
Kong asked.

The woman looked back at the huddled form of Randy.

“
I
’m listening,” h
e told her.

And an hour later
,
when they were
done
talking
,
there were some absolute truths.
F
irst and foremost
,
Kong was confident in the fact that he
had just made a deal with the devil.

Eliza stepped on Randy
’
s dried husk of manhood as she walked away.

“
Where we going to get more truckers?
”
Al asked Kong
.

“
I
’ve got an idea about that.
S
houldn
’t really be a problem,” h
e told the younger man.

“
Do you really think these work?
”
Dom asked as he held out the small vial Eliza had given them all.

Kong was absently rubbing his fingers over the vial he now wore around his neck. He didn
’
t know for sure
,
but he was going to check because
,
if they didn
’
t
,
he was going to consider their agreement null and void
.
T
hen he was going
to go as far w
est as he could before driving into the ocean.

“
Come
on
, Al, you ride with me,”
Kong said.

“
You want me to leave my rig here?
”
Al asked.

“
Yeah
.
I just want to check something out
,
and the quieter we go in
,
the better.
”

“Sure,”
Al answered
,
but he wasn
’
t comfortable with it at all.

“
What do you want me to do?
”
Dom asked.

“
Get rid of Randy
’
s body. We
’ll be right back,”
Kong told him.

“
You want me to bury the fat fuck? It
’
ll take me hou
rs to dig something deep enough,”
Dom replied.

“
Did I say
to
bury
him
? Just get the body out of the middle of the parking lot. We
’
re going to have dozens of trucks in here
.
I don
’
t need someone squashing his lard ass all over the place.
”

Dom lit a cigarette.
“
Fine
,
but I
’
m not touching his pecker.
”

“Not much to
worry abou
t there anyway,”
Kong said.

Kong and Al drove a few miles until Kon
g found what he was looking for:
a small band of zombies wandering the neighborhood. They were still far off
, but
the sound of the huge diesel Mack e
ngine was drawing them in like g
ypsies to a rhinestone festival.

“
Hey
,
Al
,
can I see that new gun you lifted off that guy the other day?
”
Kong asked. Al handed him the piece.
“
She sure is a beaut
,”
Kong said as he looked at the extended barrel Colt .45.
“Loaded too,”
he said a
s he looked into the cylinder.
“
Get out.
”
Kong pointed the revolver at Al
’
s forehead.

“
What the fuck are you doing
,
man?
”
Al said as he put his hands up and licked his lips nervously.

“A test. Get out.
I
’
m not going to say it again.
”

“C
ome on
,
man
,
we
’
re friends and
shit,”
Al said, sweat popping out all over his face as he looked out the window to the approaching zombies.
“
Come on
,
man, you can
’
t really believe this little vial of shit is going to stop them
,
do you?
”

“
Well Eliza sure seems to think that it will. If it does
, the
n I have to honor my end of the agreement. I
’
ll be honest
,
I
’
m really kind of hoping that it doesn
’
t so I can get the fuck out of here.
”

“
If it doesn
’
t work
,
Kong, I
’
m dead.
”

“Yeah…
sucks for you. Get out.
”

“Kong,
man
, please? W
e
’re friends.”

Kong pulled the hammer back on the revolver.
“
I
’ve known you for two weeks.
I
’
ve had a sore on the inside of my lip for longer. Don
’
t make me have to clean your brains up out of my truck.
”

Al hesitated a moment longer as he stared down the barrel of his own gun.
“
You
’re a fucking asshole,” h
e said as he jumped down off the truck and started sprinting for the nearest house.

Kong reached ov
er and shut his passenger door—locking it for good measure—a
nd then proceeded to watch the show. The zombies changed their angle of pursuit as Al crossed the street and went to the first house he could. Kong snickered as Al frantically pulled on the security door. Al first looked back towards the truck to see if Kong was going to help
,
then went further down the street.

“
Should have
told the fucker to stand still.  My fault,”
Kong said as he slowly backed the truck up to keep pace with the fleeing Al.

Al had only been a truck driver for five years
,
but they had been rough years on his body.
He
ate fast food and drank to excess
while on the road and it showed;
he was running out of steam by the time he figured he was not going to gain entry in the second house either. The zombies had closed to within twenty feet
.
Al turned to meet his fate, f
ists upraised as if that were going to stop the swarm.
T
hen
, just as they got within teeth-
snapping distance
,
they stopped.

The closer ones
began
sniffing the air all around Al.

“Son of a bitch, the shit works,”
Kong said almost silently
as he tucked in the precious vial under his shirt.

Al kept ducking his head and rapidly blinking his eyes as the zombies
gathered
all around him, the newcomers having to check out his edibility factor. Some lost interest quickly when they realized he wasn
’t food.
A
few others lingered, fundamentally knowing
that
they should be able to eat him but couldn
’
t.

The zombies approached the truck as Kong stepped down. He held his guns up as the zombies got close. His heart was racing
,
and he killed two that approached a little too
close for comfort.
H
e stopped when they seemed to get the same confused look he had seen with the ones around Al. Again the
majority lost interest and left.
A
few smarter ones lingered
.
Kong thought
m
aybe
they were
wondering if they could get around
whatever spell was holding them back. He ga
ve them a .45 caliber lead injec
tion against any fu
ture
inquisitiveness
.

He approached Al slowly, constantly looking around
to make
sure none of the zombies were sneaking up on him. He handed Al his weapon back.

“
Let
’
s go,
”
Kong said as if nothing had happened.

Al was
close to tears.
H
e was leaning ov
er and bringing in heavy breath
s as he reached out and grabbed the gun.
Standing
up straight
,
he
pointed the weapon at Kong.
“
I should fucking kill you!
”
h
e spat.