31 May 2012
Six guys grabbed their pieces, as Honey unlocked and stepped through the door. In the corner a girl was huddled and crying, with another, half naked, passed out on the floor.
The stench of sweat and sex and weed, hit her senses as she stepped inside. Five guns where now all pointing straight at her, the sixth guy did up his flies.
It was a momentary standoff, as she stood there in the door. Attention for a heartbeat diverted, with a scream the girl came to on the floor.
Honey bolted forward, headed straight for the six guys. None of them where looking at her, the scream took them by surprise.
Honey could not think what else to do, it just made sense to run. She knew they'd be on them in no time, that the scream would make face eaters come.
She'd actually made it past the guys, when the first shots where fired. Diving and rolling through a side door, pulling the Mach10 she'd acquired.
Both the girls in the room where screaming now, so where most if the guys. Honey had left the door open, now the face eaters swarmed in like flies.
Honey pulled off a burst through the doorway, then she was quickly back on her feet. The six guys doing the shooting, would cover her hasty retreat.
The gunfire downstairs was crackling, as she barricaded the bedroom door, though it wasn't much of a bedroom, just a mattress on the floor.
The sideboard was pretty heavy, add to that the door was locked. Downstairs the guns fell silent, moments later the screaming stopped.
Honey sat back in a corner, and plugged her headphones in. Now she listened to Slipknot, to drown out the chattering din.
Downstairs the face eaters lived up to their name. Upstairs People=Shit. She considered the people she knew dead or dying, and she didn't care one bit.
Honey was getting hungry, and her battery was running out. Her iPhone was now the only thing, she actually cared about.
She never had been popular, and her home life had been tough. Her mother died an alcoholic, and her father had always been rough.
Her neighbourhood was gritty, and it kept her senses keen. She kept herself unnoticed, and she spent her life unseen.
Honey never got close to anyone, co's it never ended well, in fact she liked the world better now, now everything had gone to Hell.
She moved the heavy sideboard, and then slowly turned the key, opened the door up, just a crack, just enough to see.
There was nothing in the hallway, she listened closely at the stairs. Nothing, still and silent, so she made her way downstairs.
The scene in the front room was horrendous, seven bodies, chewed up, on the floor. Honey stepped over the bodies carefully, locked and bolted the front door.
No kidding, this was a 'Safe House', windows and doors welded shut with steel plate. As she dragged the bodies into a back room, Honey remembered there should have been eight!
'Oh Shit', she thought, 'Where's the other one? Who's missing?... Shit! One of the guys!' She could see both of the girls lying there dead, minus their faces and thighs.
"Put the fucking gun down, and turn round bitch.... Real slow! Don't try nothing funny bitch, or I'll fucking shoot you Ho!"
She put the guns down slowly, even slower, turned around. 'Fuck this guys been bitten', she thought, as she saw he was hastily bound.
His arm and face was bleeding, but his eyes where open wide. In one hand he held a shotgun, his other arm held at his side.
He was big but he was weakened. Honey thought about the knife, and as if he could read the thoughts in her head, he said: "Do it bitch, it's your life!"
"Ok!", she said, hands out forward, in a motion for him to stop. She reached in the jacket and took out the knife, and carefully let it drop.
"Where's my fucking brother bitch? Why you got his jacket Ho?"
Honey could see the gun in his hand was starting to drop down low.
"Your brother came to find me yeah, he came to find me, right?" "Said you guys needed some more weed, you was having a 'messy' night!"
"Yeah, yeah, I remember...... So where the fuck is he now? And why you wearing his jacket?
Honey could see the sweat on his brow....
"Taylor sent me here to tell you, see, he's fallen, hurt his leg, told me to bring the weed and wait here, send a couple of you back he said!"
Honey could see he was buying it, she could see he'd adjusted his pose. She took out the weed and then passed it to him, he said: "I need me one of those!"
"Can I get you a drink or something?", Honey said: "You look like shit!"
"Yeah ok, if you don't mind, I need to sit down for a bit."
She could see that he was fading, that he didn't have too long left. His claret slowly flowing, he was moments away from death.
Honey poured the man a soda, he was struggling to cope. Trying to hold his hand steady, while trying to crumble the dope.
He nodded as if to thank her, he could barely lift his head. Before he put the joint to his lips, the effort had left him dead.
Honey picked the joint up, seemed a shame to let it go to waste. She plugged her iPhone into a wall, they still had power in this place.
She wiped the blood off the T.V screen, though she didn't turn in on. She really couldn't see the point, she didn't care if the world was gone.
Now she sat back in an armchair, and made circles with the smoke. Laughing at a dead man, who was oblivious to the joke.
Rise Of The Face Eaters Part IV • Opuss № I