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long after that kill that he had dropped out of school. He stayed in one place only long enough to take another life. ***** She didn‟t flirt or wink at him, it didn‟t matter. The waitress that approached him to take his order of coffee, black, asked him if he would like anything else. She acknowledged him; that was enough. It was nearly closing time at the mom and pop diner. He would just wait in his car until they locked up for the night. The open sign was flipped to close. An hour passed as the staff cleaned up and did their end of shift routine. The burly man that had been slopping grease in the kitchen was the first to leave. A group of young waitresses left, giggling and chattering incessantly. The one he had been waiting for was the last to leave. He didn‟t consider this to be luck. She was chosen as his next victim, and so it was fated that she should exit alone after everyone else had left the parking lot. This was the way it always was for him; once he marked his next prey, they just fell into his hands. He exited the car, leaving the door open so he wouldn‟t draw her attention. He watched as she walked to her car on the far side of the parking lot. She walked with her head down and her keys clutched in her hand. He judged her to be about forty years old. Her blond hair escaped from the bun she wore in attractive tendrils about her face. He walked slowly towards her, knife at the ready. When he was only a few feet away he cleared his throat. “Excuse me, miss?” She jumped at the sound of his voice and whipped around with keys raised. As she regarded him, she visibly relaxed. First mistake. He was unobtrusive at five and a half feet with thick glasses and a slight speech impediment. “You startled me,” she laughed self-consciously. “Can I help you?” “Your restaurant is closed? I was hoping for a glass of water.” She glanced towards the diner, taking her eyes off of him was her second mistake. He quickly flicked open the blade and pierced her right breast. Her scream was ecstasy. He forced her against the car and stabbed her repeatedly. The warm blood sprayed his face as he hit a vital artery and he relished in it. When she ceased her struggle he left her lifeless body where it fell, half slumped against her door. He glanced around the parking lot; no one was in sight to witness his deed. Still on an
What entered room wasn‟t just the waitress he just killed but an entire army of zombies clawing over each other to get to him. he returned to his car. he grabbed a paper towel and wiped it off. His need to kill was insatiable. The woman‟s blood now cooling on his face. he laid down for his nap. He ran for the dresser on the other side of the room. In no rush to leave. heading for his keys and wallet as the glass was smashed behind him. And. ***** His sleep was interrupted by a scratching sound at the window near his bed. He was the one that killed them and turned them into these disgusting flesh craving. In high spirits. through the now blood smeared window. He filled it to the brim and drank deeply. their prey. enjoying the water swirling red about his feet. He dropped the water glass. He drove to his motel. He fell back gasping in horror. The scratching resumed. He pressed his forehead to the cool glass and tried to see what was making all the noise. Nothing moved in the darkness. but couldn‟t quite make it out. maggot infested muscle and drying bones. If he remained unnoticed. he grabbed one of the disposable cups that the flea-bag motel proffered. . each in a different state of decay. Their eyes totally whited out and glazed over but never leaving sight of their prize. ***** He had taken a room around back to make sure no one would notice his return. Hands slammed against the pane. no one could place him at the scene. His ability to fade into obscurity was to his benefit. why not? There was nothing to connect him to the murder. he returned to the window. It would be doubtful that anyone would even remember the little man that ordered coffee from the waitress. him: He who had done this to them. While muttering an expletive. He went to the window and peered out. He thought what he had heard may have been part of a lingering dream and decided to ignore it. flesh falling off of rotted fêted. he would dispose of them a few towns over. flesh eating monsters. He went to the bathroom and removed his soiled clothing.emotional high. He always expected to be covered in blood. Going into the bathroom. He dropped them in a trash bag. He saw the pink uniform she was wearing was caked with dirt and blood. He got up and quickly pulled on a pair of sweat pants that had been discarded on the floor from the night before. He saw something moving. He peered into the undead eyes of the waitress. he decided on a nap. smiling. He took his time showering.
He remembered a small window above the bath tub. he had robbed them of that. He realized that this was his only escape route. one bone. Instead they craved fresh bone. other than to satisfy his own urges. existence that he had forced them into. one after another. Now it is payback. he had no other. without care or concern. here they are. Something he never thought would happen to him. The broken window was nothing for them as they just climbed over the jagged shards tearing and ripping at their own undead being. the bottom. they would fight over. He slammed the door shut. they wanted to destroy and consume everything that he had touched. fresh meat. seen. sheets. Time was running out and so was his time on this mortal coil. till they got to his rotting and putrid brain. they needed to satisfy their lust for flesh. This was war and they were highly motivated zombies. in the most grizzly and disgusting manner possible. mindless. the thin almost paper like width of the door he knew would give him little if any time against the oncoming mass of moving rotting flesh and bone that was coming to consume him. painful. Now they were coming to return the favor and feast on him. the middle. “Give Us Your Living…. Their scalps oozing puss and brains as their flesh just hung off their crushed. amass. fresh muscle and flesh itself. He has no choice but to run into the bathroom. the first bite. and excruciatingly slow manner. Their collective goal is to destroy him as he grossly and wantonly stole their lives for no reason. He thought his behavior would never catch up to him. no holds barred. one tendon. die in a most heinous. almost like a kid whack a mole game. Hell was just a few shuffles away as the zombie mass of undead victims were smashing there feted limbs and heads against the feeble door.Now!” They shouted as one! Those zombies that were pushed to the back of the ever moving mass tried to consume anything with his scent on it. They now lived so that he would die. anything that could slake their insatiable thirst for him. the first limb. but low and behold. locking it. with a vengeance. and ultimately which one would get to consume his imbalanced and imperfect brains. leaving parts of themselves. and felt. staring blankly . That they agreed. each taking a piece. fluid and above all brain matter . He gazed in shock at the heads popping through the door at the top. chairs. Pain was not something they felt anymore. vital organs. They were of one mind on this.He was the sole reason they drooled on themselves like newborn babies teething on a rattle. They would as a whole consume him one piece at a time: one muscle. fighting over which one would get the pleasure of the first tear. lopsided skulls. It was their new mission in this undead.
The canopy of tree branches prevented even the smallest trace of lunar light. Give them to us. more blood ran in rivulets down his face and spattered on his bare chest.” He ran for all he was worth away from the little skanky zombie filled motel as fast as his still attached feet could carry him into the woods. They began to chant “Come to us now. leaves smacking him. A fresh burst of pain radiated from his knee as it connected with a rock. hurting him. Dazed by the confrontation with the mighty oak. drawing blood. twigs. foreshadowing what was to come. as those that he so gleefully and wantonly killed in the past. with those glazed over totally white orbs one would have called eyes. just coming out of the window. and he could hear them chanting. Arms were trying to reach him through the openings as the bodies just kept trying to force their way through the door to grab him. In his mind. now. were hunting him now to end his future and his life in a more gruesome and heinous death than he could have ever given them. He crashed into it with such force that his nose shattered on impact. into the small patch of grass under the window. What did his future hold? Could he escape them? Can he find a place to be safe? Would he still have the desire and will to kill again? ***** He was running blind. The logical part of his brain that should be telling him it was foolish to be running through a dark forest without any plan on where to go or what to do had been stricken silent. he staggered and fell to his knees. he turned around and jumped through the window. and your brains. your bones. hands. It was still trying to find the solution of how everyone he had killed in the past could have come back to semi-life. give us He. . “He. your heart. you are he.scraping him. We crave you flesh. crashing down. let us tear you apart. We want the one known as Him!” He screamed at the top of his lungs. slapping him. “NOOOOO!!” Then doing only what was his last chance and choice. He was stopped in his tracks by a tree. at various parts of his body. falling rotting flesh . to pull him into their mass to be consumed piece by painstaking piece. He looked up to see arms. cutting him . Blood sprayed from his nasal passage across the bark. He was operating purely on flight instinct. Branches.at him.
Above all.Nausea gripped him. driver‟s license. He couldn‟t go back to his car. his knife. He knew if he rested too long. The disadvantage was that the zombies could be closer than he thought.” he whispered through cracked lips. He awkwardly stood and began to move. As he approached the entrance. He was screwed. and a trash bag that contained the proof of his guilt. That was it then. “No. he was already tired from running. The copper smell of blood wafted to him on a gentle breeze. The blind panic he had been running in started to subside. he believed in self preservation. he leaned forward and let it come. He was dressed only in sweatpants. he noticed something off. That was too close to the influx of zombies. He hoped that the zombies had left his room in search of him and were now making their way through the woods. No sane person would be willing to give him a ride into town. And if some slightly insane person decided to pick him up? Well. He must have gotten turned around and ended up near the highway. He didn‟t know the terrain well enough to continue on foot. and they would definitely remember him. they would probably ask too many questions. and was covered in blood and vomit. God knows he had left enough of his scent in the blood that had flowed from his feet and various other abrasions he had suffered from crashing through the window. but of how to escape them. ***** In fleeing the motel. He decided not to think of how the atrocity of zombies came into existence. After walking for some time. I will not sit here and wait to die. . Certainly he could make it back and get his car before they could make it to him. His tender. he heard the sound of traffic. scratched feet carried him farther into the woods. This had an advantage. He rolled on to his side and pressed his forehead into the cooling dew covered grass. He wasn‟t nearly as far from the motel as he had thought. They moved much slower than him on rotting legs. he had left behind his car keys. the zombies could follow his trail to where he now sat. Unable to contain the hot bile that burned through his throat. he had to go back. That is how he had managed to get away with all of the murders he had committed. but he attributed this to the normal sounds of birds and insects. Occasionally a sound would permeate the quiet of the woods.
his hands shaking. Upon entering he decided that it was empty. He didn‟t think any of the walking dead remained or they would have come at the sound of his fall. “Give us…” floated to him on the wind. He flicked on the light. Not the time for this. He stood again.” ever closer the living dead was approaching. The key didn‟t seem to work no matter which way he turned it. To his dismay they are carrying the body and dismembered head of the motel‟s night clerk. however. “NOW. “Your living…” it was closer. gnawing . I caused this…” he let the words trail as he was gripped by a gut wrenching sob. He quickly exited the ruination of the room and headed for his car. The lock clicked. He struggled with unlocking the door of his car. allowing him access to the interior of the vehicle. He grabbed a t-shirt from one of the drawers. did not reflect off of the object he tripped over. but it was dead eyes he looked into. he found his shoes. But. He didn‟t waste time cleaning up. He was careful to avoid stepping on the glass that littered the sidewalk. The moonlight aided him in reflecting on the tiny shards. those that he had done wrong. What he noticed was windows shattered and doors hanging from splintered frames. Why should I feel so disgusted at the sight of death? Haven‟t I caused enough of it? “I‟m sorry. He grabbed his knife from the nightstand and the bag of bloodied clothes from the bathroom. He gasped in horror as he realized the head was no longer attached its torso. He gingerly slipped his feet into the battered pair of tennis shoes. shuffling along. he gave himself a mental shake. He edged towards his room. After several panicked minutes.” he whispered to the decapitated head. Depositing his wallet into the front pocket of his sweats he began the search for his keys. he didn‟t hear the sounds of a television playing too loud or the sound of the drunken man that was several rooms down from his. His room was a disaster. testing each step. He looked to his left to see if there was anything in his side view mirror and there they were. unable to get the key in the ignition. He could still smell the whiskey that was on his breath. The moon. better to be safe. He jumped into the car frantically. He fell. He was face to face with the drunkard. “It‟s my fault. It was then that he heard it.As he came closer to his room. After hunting for a couple of minutes. those that he had killed with such glee and joy. landing on something soft but unyielding. he found them. He quietly advanced towards the room. carefully feeling his way through the darkness. They had slid beneath the edge of the dresser.
this night. hood. He gives out one last frantic scream. the zombies matched it on all different areas of the vehicle .at it as they go. They used the bones of the night clerk. arms. Just then the first woman slams what is left of the skull onto the front windshield. takes pause. to make him feel something worse then what he did to them. flesh and muscle being devoured as they get closer to him. they each want to gnaw on one his bones to slake their need and want to make things right. a piece she had missed. heinous death at the hands of those that he had so unjustly killed. but he hasn‟t moved since he saw them. looks at it and decides to gnaw it off the bone. mesmerized by their swaying and singular purpose. Can he burst out and make a run for it? Can he get away from those that he has wronged. to die literally in their mouths. to even the scale. a grizzly. She looks down again with renewed vigor and smiles a smile only a crazed.doors windows. to do the same to him. legs and heads reaching in unison trying to get to him. hell bent on getting to him. what is he to do. his muscle. to grab him. Finally as everything reaches a crescendo. he just girds himself for what is to come. bone after splintered bone starts to make it thru every window of the vehicle. They are upon the vehicle now. their intended target. they had finished devouring his flesh and muscles. frenzied zombie could smile with lips that are crusted with puss and mucus and teeth that are half missing. The remaining flesh making a dull smacking noise. to tear him from limb to limb. till they begin to tear him apart and eat him as he still lives.not minutes till one of them grabs him in their flesh torn fingers. He is frozen in place. He doesn‟t realize it. As she is about to raise it again she notices the remaining flesh. it won‟t start. and suck out the remaining eye. The body of the man is now in too many hands and mouths to count. “NOOOOOOOoooo. At the same time the other women he had taken such satisfaction in bludgeoning with the knife. He could feel it in his body and soul that he was going to die here in this car. the car can‟t start.” . As he takes that all in she raises the freshly cleaned skull sans the remaining eye and swings the skull down upon the windshield time and time again. They each want a piece of his flesh. trying desperately to get to him. making their way to him. shuffle after shuffle after shuffle. the remaining parts of him they were using as weapons to gain entry into what will soon be considered his last residence on this earthly plane. Frantically he fights to stay out of their reach but he knows it is just a matter of seconds . knife stroke after knife stroke.. a look of satisfaction crosses her face.
Such thoughts dissipated as he stepped around the car and stepped in something sticky. It was five in the morning. ***** Frank goes to work with a hangover. ***** “We have a second body.” The lanky. Another day working for minimum wage at this shitty diner. He is in a catatonic state.He can feel the skin being ripped from his body. Frank was always there first to prep for breakfast. He is disgusted by what he has done. His mind goes blank as the living dead continue to consume his flesh. is getting to see Lois. He looked down and saw what had happened to his beloved. mostly superficial. Blood and tissue found under his nails are his own. We found this clutched in his hand. It appears the wounds are self-inflicted. and none have been as grisly as this. he exclaimed “This one‟s alive. waitresses didn‟t come for half an hour after he got there.” “No.” he muttered as he pulled into the parking lot. His first thought was of the movie theater floor. He shook his head and kneeled beside the open driver‟s door of the car. . he deserves this. he remembers in detail all of the murders he had committed. His brow furrowed as he noticed two vehicles already in the parking lot. the sour taste left in his mouth matches his mood. his Lois had been killed. he wasn‟t. He had to call the police. After checking for vitals. He pulled into his regular spot. He ran for the diner. the other car forgotten. “So what happened to this guy. too dark to see who had beaten him to work. the space next to him was occupied by one of the vehicles. It had been several years since a murder had been committed in his town. He literally tried to tear off his own skin.” he passed the detective a plastic bag with a pocket knife inside. Lois usually parked there. get an ambulance!” ***** At the hospital the Detective approached the doctor who had been working on the second vic. he wasn‟t stabbed like the woman. grey haired man finished his assessment of the female victim and made his way to the second. get the ME over here. He began to entertain thoughts of eroticism with Lois as the star as he stepped out of his truck. “The only thing that makes this job worth doing. a scream of anguish ripped from his throat.
does that register with the two very lonely brain cells you have. FRIEND. I refuse to be unrecognized by anyone here. Peter Bater. the G-man is here?” “Yeah he is right here in front of me. “Grow up rookie. and I don‟t care who you are. what scream?” the man in white questioned.” “Sure thing buddy. NOW do you know who I am?” “Ah no and no. The rookie cop found his wallet and used the edge of an ink pen to flip it open. “Did he have any ID on him.” He couldn‟t stop the smile that spread across his mouth.” The guy at the door is telling me this. you need to leave that thing with me.” The detective turned to his partner and said. and number two what this is in my hand.” The detective said while failing to suppress his own smile.” “In fact he did. or what that is but it doesn‟t make it past me.” “I haven‟t met you before. “Mr. his personal effects are in a drawer in his room. rules are rules.“So it looks like our victim may be the perpetrator. can you believe it? “My friend. ”Hey does anybody know some guy named The G-Man that carries an ereader around all the time?” Static for a brief second and then a symphony of chatter. “It looks like our perp is a Mr.” They entered the room ignoring the catatonic man and started pulling open drawers. shake anything loose in that brain pan of yours. “Let‟s go find out who this asshole is. “Is he here. What is it to you? Who is this guy?” .” so says the man with the „tude.” He pulls a little walkie talkie out of his right pants pocket and begins to talk into it. “Sir. are you messing with me. I don‟t go anywhere without it. I am going to have to guess that number one you have no idea who or what I am. ***** “Did you hear that scream?” “No. Find me someone that I can intelligently talk to please. Nor do I care. Does that ring a bell.” “Okay please get your superior. Give me the ereader or you can spend all of your time holding it right there.” he said with disgust. “Okay here is the deal.” he smirked. Bater. This is an ereader. And just so you know I am “The G-Man”.
What have I gotten myself into? ***** After being led down a corridor. women. and they collectively gasp.you don‟t know about this guy?” “No. creating and producing some of the best digital short stories on the planet. My wife couldn‟t have said it any better. is who The G-Man is. here at our place. well deserved if I must say so. “Mr. we were scattered all over the country. One of the little people pushes through the pile of people and speaks up first. We give him daily thorazine injections to keep him docile in case he ever snaps out of it. collaborating with authors of all genres.” My little friend is looking rather tall in my eyes right now. dominating many social networking sites with his posts and art work. and to top it off he is now growing into one of the hottest ebook authors of today. why are you here?” “I am here to see the last of the brothers I didn‟t know I had. what is he so famous for?” My little friend comes to my defense. “He is not only just one of the greatest bloggers on the planet today with his blog “Gelati‟s Scoop”. then it seems to dawn on them all that the same time. What brings a celebrity like you to a place like this?” The guard is incredulous. . Peter Bater was delivered to us after he was deemed unfit to stand trial. I don‟t think this can be good. but he is the host of an insanely popular blogtalk radio show “The G-ZONE”. Giovanni „The G-Man‟ Gelati. After his last murder it seems that he has suffered a psychotic break and was left in a catatonic state. You see we are identical quadruplets. That. “Who is this guy. Where is she by the way? My new found friend speaks up: “By the way G-Man . men and for some reason a few of the little people.Next thing I know there is a bunch of people rushing the front door all dressed in white. Do you have anybody in here that looks like me?” They all take pause and look at me intently.” I am flush with pride and embarrassment as my new height impaired buddy comes over for a high five and a fist pump. “Really . “It is really you. or I wouldn‟t ask. I was pointed to a door on the left. A lawyer tracked the last of us to this place. I let him continue on before I enter this verbal fray. even they are dressed in white. given up for adoption at birth. my brain dead friend.
Gelati Scoop Investigations Psychotic Detectives by Thomas White & G Gelati Who Whacked the Blogger? by Benjamin Sobieck & Giovanni Gelati Thad & the G-Man’s Most Awesome Adventure by Thad Brown & Giovanni Gelati Hotel Beaumont by B.” he took a deep breath and trudged forward. but it seems…. Other stories include: Down Low Dead by Vincent Zandri & Giovanni Gelati The Jersey Shore Has Eyes by Big Daddy Abel & Giovanni Gelati G. This is one in a series of stories from the Trestle Press Author‟s Lab/Collaboration. Stateham & Giovanni Gelati . He may not have noticed until he had already killed her.S. we hope you enjoyed it. “He has murdered hundreds. “it seems she bore a striking resemblance to your wife.His new friend cleared his throat.I.” #### Thank you for reading Bring Us Your Living…Now by Heather Toye & G-Man Gelati.R. but it seems his latest victim was special.
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