In a dimly lit bar in the southern United States, two men are making small talk as they drink their beer and attempt to escape life for a brief period of time. One man, the older of the two, is perhaps in his 50s; but it’s hard to tell anyone’s age after the past 20 years. It has really taken a toll on people’s bodies and minds. He sports a brown beard that comes down to his chest and a matching toboggan rolled up over his ears even though sweat is pouring off his face. He puffs slowly and methodically on his cigarette as he recounts a story to the man on his left.
“I’ve seen a lot of shit in my day. How old were you when they first showed up? Ten, maybe 15? Hell, that’s way too young to be exposed to the shit that came through our towns, our homes. Childhood used to mean something; it used to have innocence. Who’s innocent anymore, really?”
As he takes the final puff on his cigarette and slowly, methodically lights another, the man beside him takes a drink of his beer. He inhales the sweet tobacco a few times to make sure it lights and then continues with his story.
“I lived in a coastal town in Florida when the infected started showing up. We weren’t the first to see them, but we got the beasts a hell of a lot sooner than any of the fuckers in the mountains or plains did. Everywhere got them eventually, that’s for sure. They’d come walking or dragging their bodies up the streets, beating on your doors for days on end. All they wanted was your flesh. If you were lucky enough to own a pet, you could throw it out the back door or out of an upstairs window and buy yourself enough time to make it to your car, if you really needed to get out and had somewhere to go. That was the biggest problem for a lot of folks, where to go now. That car came in a lot of good after the gas ran out, though.”
He takes a sip of his beer.
“I’ve never in all my life saw people so desperate for gas. I was around when we went to war with the Middle East and it was hard to fill your tank up for a few weeks or months, but this, this was something else. People started selling gas as if it was drugs. Girls would prostitute themselves for a gallon or a tank of gas. Husbands would pimp their wives for the fuel they needed to get out of town. Pretty soon you could see the owner getting jerked-off through the window of his gas station right before you see someone you used to go to school with pull out of the parking lot. But what I saw happen to one of those bastards, I’ll never forget. I was peeking out of the window of my apartment; I lived on the corner of an intersection and across the road was a gas station. I saw my share of x-rated activities as I looked out of my bedroom window in those days. The owner kept a shotgun on him for protection from the beasts. What he needed was protection from his greed.”
He takes another drink of his beer and wipes the sweat off his forehead.
“I’m looking out the window trying to see if I can spot any beasts and notice a cute woman pulling into the gas station across the street. She has a huge rack and this really tight pair of jeans on. You can see her bra through her shirt and her tits are basically falling out. She knew the tricks. I pull up a chair because I figure this one is going to be a good show, she drives an SUV and will need to do more than just a hand job to fill it up. I watch as he pulls his dick out of his pants and she puts it in her mouth. She is going down on him for about a minute when I notice something is up. She starts moving in an awkward motion and the next thing I see.” He pauses, takes a drink and continues. “She bites off his fucking dick. Can you imagine that? One minute you’re getting your dick sucked and the next thing you know, this hot-ass woman becomes the living dead right in front of your eyes and bites off your manhood. The next day, I went in the gas station, shot the bitch in the head, turned on the pump, filled up her SUV and headed west.”
The man beside him finishes off his beer, orders another and then replies. “Ain’t that some shit?”
A short story. Not for the faint of heart.