Announcement: I am drunk enough...
the rest of the yarn.
Dogs, part one
They moved in as pack. Their gray bodies cast fleeting shadows as they bore down on the house.
They ran on all fours, spit dripping from their bloody mouths and eyes blazing.
In the early days they had carried the DVICE because they wanted to add more to their numbers, but as time went on they had forgotten how to load the cannisters of goo into the guns. They had forgotten how to walk upright. All they answered was the eternal emptiness of their bellies.
The children inside the house were terrified. They clutched the corpse of the mother, who lay dead in the bed.
The door cracked on its hinge as the Fawleri cast themselves upon it. This was the last row of houses beyond the chain link fence of the work compound. It wasn't that her neighbors didn't hear; they were afraid to come out.
It burst open.
There were three children. The oldest, a girl, stood defiantly between their gray bodies and her siblings, a shovel in her hands.
Then there was a flurry of snarls and gurgling sounds. A shadow crashed through the wood covering the window and latched its self onto the neck of the Other closest to the children. The two younger boys buried their heads in the dead mothers blanket.
Gunfire flashed in the room. All the gray bodies of the others now laid dead on the ground.
The girl, her mind now half gone, could have sworn that a German shepherd stepped up to her and offered its paw and told her to step outside. It was holding a rifle. It had a jacket and walked upright.
She fainted.
Centcom, Chicom High Command, Nov 28th 2011
They sat around a long oval table. Glasses of water sat near each arm, but nobody drank. They all wore the uniform of military, except for the CEO, a colonel named Hing. He wore nothing but stained white underwear. He clutched a Budweiser tallboy in one hand. He wore thick black glasses taped together with black electrical tape.
" What is the situation in the East? " he asked, oblivious to the fact apparently that he was the only one not dressed.
The subordinates looked around nervously at each other. Nobody liked speaking. Speaking was dangerous.
Finally a thin man spoke. The following is translated from intercepted corporate minutes, I have taped into the milnet that they use to communicate.
Dogs, part two
The dogs lay about the A-1 K9 training facility. Their bellies were full and they had three children of men in the pack now. They slept in the house. She had finally agreed to let the pack remove the body of the kind man who had fed and trained them for so long. They had buried him in his garden, like the man had done his wife, The Alpha had grunted and whined words from the mans black Book, and they had all said amen at the end. She had used her back legs to kick dirt onto his grave, even though her belly was full of pups again and she felt great discomfort.
Ever since they had started eating the others, the ones who ate children and destroyed all that was good if they had the chance, all the male dogs wanted to do was eat, fuck and hunt. Last week they had started to drive the mans truck, and could walk upright. She herself refused to.
That was a trick the man had never tried to teach them. It didn't feel right to her and she didn't want to learn how to drive; she was a good dog.
She went off behind the shed and squatted to give birth. The litter was the forth in the nine months since the man Who fed Them had died and they started eating The others, the ones the man had called Zombies. The babies walked away on two legs after they chewed their way out of the sac and joined the pack.
The moon was full, and she tipped her head back to howl at it.
the rest of the yarn.
Dogs, part one
They moved in as pack. Their gray bodies cast fleeting shadows as they bore down on the house.
They ran on all fours, spit dripping from their bloody mouths and eyes blazing.
In the early days they had carried the DVICE because they wanted to add more to their numbers, but as time went on they had forgotten how to load the cannisters of goo into the guns. They had forgotten how to walk upright. All they answered was the eternal emptiness of their bellies.
The children inside the house were terrified. They clutched the corpse of the mother, who lay dead in the bed.
The door cracked on its hinge as the Fawleri cast themselves upon it. This was the last row of houses beyond the chain link fence of the work compound. It wasn't that her neighbors didn't hear; they were afraid to come out.
It burst open.
There were three children. The oldest, a girl, stood defiantly between their gray bodies and her siblings, a shovel in her hands.
Then there was a flurry of snarls and gurgling sounds. A shadow crashed through the wood covering the window and latched its self onto the neck of the Other closest to the children. The two younger boys buried their heads in the dead mothers blanket.
Gunfire flashed in the room. All the gray bodies of the others now laid dead on the ground.
The girl, her mind now half gone, could have sworn that a German shepherd stepped up to her and offered its paw and told her to step outside. It was holding a rifle. It had a jacket and walked upright.
She fainted.
Centcom, Chicom High Command, Nov 28th 2011
They sat around a long oval table. Glasses of water sat near each arm, but nobody drank. They all wore the uniform of military, except for the CEO, a colonel named Hing. He wore nothing but stained white underwear. He clutched a Budweiser tallboy in one hand. He wore thick black glasses taped together with black electrical tape.
" What is the situation in the East? " he asked, oblivious to the fact apparently that he was the only one not dressed.
The subordinates looked around nervously at each other. Nobody liked speaking. Speaking was dangerous.
Finally a thin man spoke. The following is translated from intercepted corporate minutes, I have taped into the milnet that they use to communicate.
End transcripttranscript wrote:
Hing: We have not heard from any of the camps East of the Iowa nuclear blast zone in two weeks.
Commander: ' Have you sent an envoy?
Hing:Sir, yes sir. We sent three men and the radiosat communications stopped after the third day.
Commander: Send more men.
Hing: Yes sir.
Commander: What of the food situation?
Hing: Well sir, the transport crashed on landing last week. The wreckage was caused by the presence of The Others on board. It looked like they had tried to land but the creature killed and ate the crew. There are signs of struggle in the cockpit.
Commander: That very bad.
Hing: Yes sir, we now have to worry about spread of the disease in High Command areas and should expect no more food transports.
Commander: What about the Workers?
Hing: They are mostly docile. There was a rabble rousing Preacher, but he and his followers left the area. The workers say he has great powers. They say he can produce food. He can make trucks and computers work.
Commander: Order him killed, I don't want any trouble.
Hing: Sir, by your command.
Commander: So what suggestions about food rations?
Hing: Sir, we do not have enough, even though the crop yield is increasing there remains the fact that we have no meat and then men are getting scurvy from having no fruits and vegetables.
Commander: And the workers?
Hing:Sir?
Commander: What do they eat?
Hing: Their rations are canned sir. We are mixing their dead with the harvest. The Soylent green program is keeping them nourished.
Commander: Do they know this?
Hing: Of course not.
Commander: hmmm....
Hing: We have to feed our own men.
Commander: Give them Soylent rations.
Hing: The workers will miss the people required to feed us. They will know.
[pause]
Commander: Order another purge. this time, bring the bodies here. Every tenth man. See to it. And soldiers...we are all cannibals now. Deal with it.
Hing: Motion to close meeting.
Commander: The chair recognises Hing and the board meeting is now closed. These actions are the best thing to ensure the survival of of corporation. Make it so.
Dogs, part two
The dogs lay about the A-1 K9 training facility. Their bellies were full and they had three children of men in the pack now. They slept in the house. She had finally agreed to let the pack remove the body of the kind man who had fed and trained them for so long. They had buried him in his garden, like the man had done his wife, The Alpha had grunted and whined words from the mans black Book, and they had all said amen at the end. She had used her back legs to kick dirt onto his grave, even though her belly was full of pups again and she felt great discomfort.
Ever since they had started eating the others, the ones who ate children and destroyed all that was good if they had the chance, all the male dogs wanted to do was eat, fuck and hunt. Last week they had started to drive the mans truck, and could walk upright. She herself refused to.
That was a trick the man had never tried to teach them. It didn't feel right to her and she didn't want to learn how to drive; she was a good dog.
She went off behind the shed and squatted to give birth. The litter was the forth in the nine months since the man Who fed Them had died and they started eating The others, the ones the man had called Zombies. The babies walked away on two legs after they chewed their way out of the sac and joined the pack.
The moon was full, and she tipped her head back to howl at it.