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  As the zombies headed in their direction, they all let loose with their artillery and begin mowing every walking dead creature that stood in the way of their path and freedom down.

  “Shoot for the head, don’t waste no damn bullets!” Jesse yelled out.

  “Over here,” Coldpiece yelled out! As he and another gunman hidden behind a barrier fired into the hoard.

  Their bullets ripped through the zombie’s flesh, tearing off ears, noses, and fingers. Blowing out eyeballs! But the horde still kept coming, they still kept coming, as if they were mindless invincible machines of death.

  “Help me, help me!” someone scream out in fear.

  Big Jesse turned in the direction of the voice to see who it was coming from in the corridor.

  It was Dr. Dick Dickerson coming out of one of the adjoining rooms with a zombie hot on his heels and neck.

  “I’ll help you,” Jesse said, as he nodded at Tasty.

  Tasty aimed the Mossberg towards the zombie that had now grab hold of Dr. Dickerson’s lab coat and was pulling him in towards him.

  Dr. Dickerson smartly came out of the lab coat, leaving the zombie confused.

  Tasty took her sights off the zombie and aimed it at Dickerson’s leg and pulled the trigger.

  The doctor’s leg exploded right from underneath him as the buck shots tore into his calf and sent him collapsing to the floor in pain.

  “You fucking black bitch, what have you done?” he shouted out.

  “I don’t know? Improve race relations,” Tasty shouted back at him with a smile on her face.

  “That’s okay, if I don’t make it out, none of us will,” Dickerson said as he took out a detonator switch and began laughing.

  “Fuck me!” Jesse said.

  “You see, I created the zombie virus especially for black bastards like …”

  “Shut the fuck up, honkey!” Coldpiece said as he brought an ax came down on Dickerson’s arm severing it from the forearm, the detonator rolled out of Dickerson’s hand onto the floor as he screamed out in agonizing pain.

  The zombie was still standing there behind Dickerson looking bewildered as it fumble with the lab coat. Then he looked down at Dickerson.

  Food.

  Big Jesse walked over and picked up the suitcase and that’s when he heard the detonator beeping.

  “Let’s go; this place is about to blow!” He screams out in urgency.

  As Dr. Dickerson held onto the stub of his arm, he felt something crawling up his backside; it was no mistaking what it was as its rotten jagged teeth ripped into the back of his neck.

  Boom!

  The explosion was so loud behind Big Jesse and his crew it shook the very foundation that they were standing on as they barely made it out of the facility alive.

  Kaboom!

  A second explosion erupted as they now watched the facility from a safe distance erupt in a blazing ball of fire.

  Big Jesse opened the suitcase and lifted a foam cover off of six golden vials of the antidote nestled in the case with syringes.

  “There’s always a cure,” he said softly to himself.

  “Goodbye Dickenstein,” Tasty said, as she threw up her middle finger.

  A silhouette suddenly appeared out of the darkness not too far away walking towards them.

  Big Jesse raised his assault weapon at the silhouette.

  “No, he…”

  “Wait!” said Tasty interrupting him as she pushes his weapon down.

  “Dixie?” she yelled.

  Big Jesse looked at Tasty.

  “I thought I told you to, never mind,” he said.

  “It’s not as bad as it looks,” Dixie said, holding her neck as they helped her into the van.

  “I hope for your sake this shit works,” Jesse said, raising the briefcase.

  “If it doesn’t put a bullet in my head, right?” Dixie said.

  Big Jesse looked at her and Tasty and shook his head sideways.

  “You crazy bitches got balls,” he said.

  “We have to the streets of Oakland are unforgiven,” Tasty said.

  “When this shit is over perhaps, I’ll talk too Breezy about a career change for you two,” Jesse said.

  “Yeah, I could use two bad ass bitches on my team too,” Coldpiece said.

  “From one bad ass bitch to another I’ll take that as a compliment’ Tasty said.

  Coldpiece laughed.

  “Can yall shut the fuck up my neck hurts!” Dixie groaned.

  “May I?” Doc said.

  Big Jesse handed Doc the briefcase.

  Doc got the antidote and the syringe out of the suitcase; it was time to see if this zombie in-reverse shit worked.

  • • •

  As they entered the pad, Big Jesse could immediately sense something was wrong as he called out to the two girls that were supposed to be attending to Breezy. The house for one was all in disarray and furniture was all turned over and broken.

  “What the fuck happen here?” Tasty said, as they cautiously made their way deeper into the confines of the house.

  Big Jesse flipped the light switch on to the kitchen, and that’s when all their mouths drop at the sight of the two women left to watch Breezy lying dead on the spacious kitchen floor with their guts hanging out and chewed on as if a wild animal had viciously mauled them and torn them apart.

  Their eyes then went straight to the creature kneeled with its back to them feasting on raw hamburger meat straight out of the refrigerator. With car tree pine air fresheners pinned to its clothes.

  “Breezy?” Jesse said.

  Breezy turn around with a growl. It was too late for his boss, Jesse could see it in his clouded over dead greyish eyes as he gorge into the raw hamburger meat, some of it dripping off his chin.

  He had gone full “Zombie - Pimp” and there was no coming back.

  Tasty raised her Mossberg shotgun and aimed it at Breezy’s head.

  In the background, a reporters voice could be heard on a nearby television.

  “We have breaking news that renowned virologist Dr. Dick Dickerson has perished in an unfortunate lab fire caused by a possible gas leak at the Apex Labs and Bioresearch facility, in Hidden Valley California. We will keep all our viewers informed as further updates come in on this unfortunate tragedy. In other news today the brutal serial killer known as “Hands On…”

  MIDNIGHT RAIN

  The torrential rainfall had now been coming down for several days now, as a posse of five bounty hunters with two prisoners rode their horses through the tumultuous weather to get to the town of Red Rock, New Mexico.

  They had a bounty to collect of one-thousand dollars a head on the two alleged cattle rustlers and murdering thieves the Chantling brothers, Rickie, and Monroe from El Paso Texas.

  The five men in the posse made up Charley, a rancher and farmer from Arizona, Sanders, a thief himself turn bounty hunter, Peck from Nebraska a former miner and Tito, and their leader Eli Boone both ex-soldiers in the Civil War (on the same side of course) and farmers themselves.

  All men from different backgrounds but with one thing in common for sure they were all hardened cowboys and quick and handy with their pistols and had somehow come together to pursue one common interest - bounties.

  This posse had been riding their horses for days now with no sign of rest when they stumble onto a small and desolate town outside of Amarillo Texas that wasn’t on the map a town named Solemn Creek.

  Eli looked at the town’s welcome sign through a pair of small binoculars he kept in his saddle bag.

  “Let’s get these horses dry, fed, rested and some grub in our bellies, and we can start up tomorrow,” said Eli.

  “Sounds like a plan to me I am tired of riding wet balls in a saddle” replied Sanders, as he pulls back on the reins of his horse to settle him.

  “Solemn Creek, what in the wurl kind of name is that for a town?” said Charley as he spits some of the tobacco he was chewing on the ground.

  “Yea
h it ain’t that inspirational is it?” Tito said.

  One of the Chantling brothers starts laughing that was riding rope saddle and shotgun under the watchful eye of Eli’s men.

  “What’s so damn funny?” said Charley.

  “I be damn I ain’t never heard a nigga be so ambidextrous with the white man’s language, have you, Ricky?” Monroe said.

  “Can’t say I have,” said Rickie with a tobacco stain and missing teeth grin.

  “You do know what that word ambidextrous mean don’t you boy?” said Monroe, taunting Tito.

  Tito rode his horse over to Monroe and put his shotgun underneath the rustler’s chin and unsheathed his blade from his scabbard strap around his leg and stuck it in Monroe’s gut.

  “Blow your cracker brains out while gutting you at the same time?”

  Fear formed in Monroe’s eyes as he looked into Tito’s and seen that this was a man highly capable of doing just what he said he would do and no doubt with no or little remorse.

  Monroe broke into a smile.

  “Why’s I believe you got it, no need for unnecessary violence,” he said.

  “Well you keep flapping those cracker gums boy, and I am gone’s to blow out your cracker brains, do you understand?” Tito said.

  “Compren’da amigo,” Monroe said.

  “You kill my brother you’re going to have to kill me too boy,” said Rickie.

  Tito turns around and looks at Rickie.

  “Well that was the plan - boy,” Tito said.

  The rest of the posse laughed, but Rickie Chantling did not find it all that amusing.

  “Fucking bushwhackers,” he said.

  “You two are lucky you are two-thousand dollars’ worth of dumbness,” said Eli.

  “Well are mammy always said we were blessed,” said Monroe, looking over at Tito for a reaction, he got none just a cold dead stare.

  “You ain’t gone to be such a smart ass when your neck’s at the other end of a rope boy,” Peck said.

  “You know I’ll cross that road when I get to it Mister,” said Monroe.

  “Oh’ you getting to it,” said Eli.

  “Boy’s let’s pay ole’ solemn a visit shall we,” Eli said, as they all set mounted on their horses on a ridge staring at the mysterious town below them in the valley.

  “Sounds good, like I said I need to get my sack dry,” Sanders said.

  “Will you please stop yakking about those wet balls Sanders,” Charley said.

  “Yeah as soon as they get dry,” replied Sanders.

  Peck chuckle.

  “Hey, you two clowns cut the shit and keep your eyes wide-open we still don’t know jack shit about this town we are riding into and why it’s not on the map,” said Eli wiping the rain out of his eyes.

  The two of them nodded apologetically at Eli out of respect.

  “Okay let’s go,” said Eli.

  Eli and Tito took the lead as they all rode down to the town of Solemn Creek against the sound of the pouring rain and crackling thunder. Their horse’s hooves beat the muddy dirt, sloshing through the treacherous terrain, down to a town that was mysteriously not on their map down to a town that was so far at least to them - unknown.

  As they rode their horses through the dirt road into Solemn Creek, they could not help but notice how eerily quiet it was on the dirt streets of the town even the Saloon seemed empty which they all knew was uncommon for any town large or small on the weekend.

  After all, that was the place where most locals raised hell on a Saturday and were in church on a Sunday to repent for their rousing rebel ways.

  “I don’t like this Eli, this town is so quiet it might as well be dead,” Tito said observantly.

  “You might be right about that Tito, but do you smell that stench in the air?” Eli said.

  “Like a hot pot of chitlin’s,” he said.

  “Goddamn what they paved this street with horse shit?” said Sanders holding and pinching his nose.

  A young man suddenly appeared out of the darkness of teenage years from one of the structures on the dirt street; he was dress in old worn out clothes with a floppy hat on his head.

  “Hey Mister can I help yall?” he yelled out to the strangers on horseback as he looked at them with one hand over his eyes to block the rain coming down.

  “Yeah, we need to get bunker down for the night and get these horses fed and out of this weather,” said Eli.

  “Okay,” said the young man as he continues staring up at them.

  A few minutes pass by, and he had said nothing else, he continues staring up at them strangely.

  “What’s wrong with that boy is he short a tater or two?” Charley said.

  “Maybe,” Sanders replied, as he eyeballs the young men suspiciously.

  Eli finally broke the uncomfortable silence, between them and the boy.

  “So, boy are you going to stand up there and get drench staring, are direct us to where we can get a hot meal and a bunk for tonight,” he said.

  “Sir if I was you…”

  “Aiden get those horses in a stable and send them gentlemen over here!” interrupted and commanded a voice in the distance.

  “Peck gives ’em a hand,” said Eli.

  Eli and his men dismounted from their horses and took what was important to them out of there saddle bags before they made their way over to the voice with prisoners in tow - that had instructed the boy to stable their horses.

  The voice had come from the silhouette that Eli had made outstanding in front of the doorway of the Saloon and the closer he got he seen that it the silhouette was a pretty young woman in a white dress maybe in her twenty’s at the most.

  “Greetings; yall the law,” she said, looking at the two men with them bound with rope around their wrists.

  “Good evening to you ma’am I guess you could say that. These two fine fellas got a date with the hang men’s noose in Red Rock, New Mexico, and we gonna make sure they get there promptly.”

  “Is that a fact,” she said.

  “Yep, that’s a fact,” Eli answers.

  “And who do I have the pleasure of conversing with?” Eli said.

  “My name’s Charity and that boy out there is Aiden that took your horses in but he’s a little touch if you get my drift,” she said.

  “I told you that boy was on the short coach,” Charley said, to Sanders.

  “Well, thank you for your hospitality Charity, I will gladly be willing to make your acquaintance and introduce you to the rest of my posse once we get out of this unforgiven weather.”

  “What about those two,” Charity said, looking over at the Chantling brothers who was eyeballing her intensely with grins on their wet faces.

  “Ms. Charity can you inform your sheriff that we might need use of his jail for tonight.”

  “The sheriff’s not here he’s out of town,” she said.

  “What about your deputy?”

  “Him too.”

  “You telling us you ain’t got no law in this one-stable horseshit town?” Monroe said.

  “We do now,” Charity said looking at Eli and his men.

  Monroe and his brother start laughing.

  “No dandelion What’cha got yourself here is a bunch of blue bellies and a nigger!” he said.

  Tito quickly went across Monroe’s jaw with the butt of his rifle knocking out the last rotting teeth he probably had in his mouth. The blow also sent Monroe straight to the ground as he grabs his jaw in pain spitting up blood and teeth chips.

  His brother Rickie lunge towards Tito in his defense only to be knocked out cold by the butt of a rifle to the back of his head by Charley.

  “Fucking nigger broke my jaw!” Monroe said as Eli men help him to his feet.

  “You better shut that white trashy mouth of yours son, before you be making the hang men’s noose early,” Eli warned.

  “That ain’t nothing but vigilante justice; you heard him dandelion.”

  “I’ll have Aiden show you where the
jail’s at so these boys can get a good night sleep,” Charity said.

  “Thanks, dandelion that’s mighty white of you,” Monroe said sarcastically.

  “Get that turd up off the ground,” Eli said, pointing at Rickie who was slowly starting to recover.

  “Goddamitt how am I supposed to eat now?” said Monroe holding his jaw.

  “Suck it up through your ass now, it ain’t no different,” Tito advise.

  Charley, Sander, and Peck all chuckled.

  “Aiden show these men where the jailhouse is and come right back and get something hot in your stomach,” Charity said.

  “Yes ma’am,” said Aiden.

  Eli and Tito followed Charity into the Saloon while Sanders and Charlie on Eli’s orders escorted the reluctant Chantling brothers to the town’s jailhouse for their evening quarters.

  In the darkness of the night hidden in the shadows, two adolescent children a girl and a boy no more than ten years of age watched the arrival of the new strangers in their town with the intensity and focus of a wolf watching a rabbit through eyes the color of midnight…

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