Winter's Salvation (13 page)

Eric and Drew were fast asleep and Rod watched as Kimberly guided Dave by his hand up the stairs.  Dave looked to Rod, winked and smiled as he disappeared behind the wall. 

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Sweat dripped from Kimberly’s body and onto the skinny bare chest of Dave.  He looked up to her holding onto her large round breast, as she pushed herself up and down, back and forth, on top of him.  She tried to control her moans, but when she climaxed her nails dug into his chest and she let out a roar that Dave knew must have woken up the crew downstairs, but instead of stopping or even slowing down, she thrust harder on top of him, moaning and grinding deeper.   

             
He loved the thought of what was happening.  He’s fucking this MILF with huge tits and an awesome body.  He couldn’t wait to tell Rod and Eric what happened and how great it was, but in all reality his stomach was killing him.  He had eaten entirely too much and every time she barred down on him to get a little deeper, he felt as he was going to puke.   

             
He wanted to stop, but she continued for what Dave believed was the same reason he wouldn’t stop.  Neither one knew when the next time they would get the opportunity to have sex again. 

             
He rolled her over and grabbed hold of her hips.  She was on all fours and Dave pulled her hard against him.  Every time her behind smashed against his pelvis he felt the soup and stew slosh back and forth, but with every hard thrust her moaning made him thrust harder. 

  
              Standing on the edge of the bed, with her kneeling in front of him, an odd smell mixed with the countless scented candles, potpourri dishes and many different air fresheners and perfumes.  He figured it must have been him because he hadn’t bathed in quite a while and if she hasn’t said anything when she was going down on him, she must not care either.  The smell wafted past him again, hidden by the multi scented room it now took on a familiar scent.  For a while he thought it could be her, but this was not the smell of a woman.  It was the smell of undead. 

             
Either they were piled in front of the house and a strong breeze was forcing their smell through the closed window or one was very close, possibly in the house.  Either way Dave was going to finish.  He thrust hard dealing with the smell and his stomach swashing back and forth, and came inside of her without warning. 

             
She fell forward, as her arms and legs could no longer support her weight and David fell over her then rolled to his back.  His legs from his knees down hung off the bed and he traced a crack in the ceiling from one corner of the room to the other.  “Oh my god that was great!” He breathed heavily and tried to pull himself up onto the bed, but the sheets clung to his wet back that was covered in his sweat, preventing him from moving.  He gave up and just decided to lay there. 

             
Kimberly breathed heavily and agreed that the sex was amazing.  She pulled the pillow out from under Dave’s head and rested hers on it.  She closed her eyes and gave the appearance that she was asleep in seconds.  Dave was unconscious once he gave up the fight with the wet sheets. 

             
The very loud snoring from David gave Kimberly the confidence to move without waking him.  His snores sounded like thunder and covered any noise Kim made as she slid off the end of the bed.  Opening the top dresser drawer, she dug in between some clothing and found the plastic bag that covered a bloodied ball peen hammer. 

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              Rod was awakened from his sleep by a thud, pounding hard from the upstairs bedroom.  The idea of Dave still performing this late was truly astonishing to him, but this was the fourth or fifth time he had been roused from his sleep.  It was either a head board banging, her screaming, or Dave screaming, but his scream came from the woman clawing into his chest or back.  His thoughts of the two still in action were realized when he heard another moan. 

             
An irritated smile stretched across his face and he repositioned himself on the love seat to fall back to sleep.  He listened to the crackling of the wood on the fireplace and started to drift away when he heard a familiar sound.  The sound took him back to working on the buoy deck of the Coast Guard Cutter Maria Bray.  It was the sound of chain running through a chain fall.  He listened hard trying to drown out the burning and snapping wood.  His eyes opened wide when he heard another moan followed by a heavy and hard thump on the floor again.  The sound of a chain ran across the floor and through a pulley, followed by another moan, but this time the moan was frantic, almost a rough groan and the thump that followed lingered by a dragging sound. 

             
Rod sat up and tossed the covers he was using over the back of the love seat.  He was careful not to step on Drew when he got up.  “Drew,” he whispered, as he gave him a light nudge with his foot. 

Drew opened his eyes quickly from a dead sleep. 

“I need you to stay awake for a second.  I’m going to check on Dave.”  He crept to his backpack and slipped his shoes on.  He looked up the dark steps and could see a light at the top of the stairs.  The stairs were surprisingly quiet and he gave himself the credit for moving very stealthily.  As he got to the top of the stairs, a light shown from under and the top of the door directly to his right.   

             
He reached for the knob and opened it slowly, as it opened halfway he could make out a rusted chain laying tightly on the ground that was stretched from one end of the room and behind a bed frame.  He opened the door wide and was hit by a smell that lingered in the house, but was covered by the collection of random candles and potpourri.  The smell almost made him throw up, but he continued to push it open and saw Kimberly standing with her back to the door in her fuzzy blue robe.  The door creaked and she jumped startled, turning to face the intruder.  Kim’s hair was wild and her face was no longer happy and pleasant, but now took on a sinister appearance.    

             
She was standing in front of Rod as if she were trying to block his view.  “You’re supposed to be sleeping.” She said with a strong southern accent that surprised Rod, followed by a half forced smile and an uncomfortable giggle.  She placed her left hand on his chest and grabbed the open door with her right hand and started pushing him out of the room. 

             
Rod stepped forward stopping her from closing the door and followed the chain.  His heart was pounding, and he knew something was not right, but he had to see for himself.  The adrenalin in his body made shoving the woman off to the side easy work.  He looked over the soiled stain ridden mattress that blocked his view of the chain and saw the end of the chain wrapped around a bare foot. 

Stepping
into the middle of the room he gasped, as David looked up at his friend.  He looked up at him with lifeless eyes.  Rod’s eyes were fixed on the dead emotionless features of David’s face, not believing the events that were taking place.  Hovering over his midsection was a small boy wearing a light blue pajama set.  Rod forced himself to look at the boy and what was happening.  The child had long blond hair and the light blue pajamas had red fire trucks racing across them. 

Rod let out a gasp and stepped backward.  The child looked up from David’s midsection, grasping two handfuls of flesh, and a face covered in red blood.  The boys blond hair was caked thick with blood and viscera, and his once large beautiful smile filled with white sparkling teeth, was now a gapping maw with pink teeth outlined in dark crimson red, dripping with guts.  The front of the boy was completely different than the back.  Rod could see a little boy when he looked down at it, with its long blond hair and light blue pajamas, but from the front the pajamas were a dark red that matched his crimson red face.  It’s grey eyes beamed through his victims blood and as the kid sat up onto his knees and growled at him, he took on the appearance of a demon. 

It stood up, holding onto the intestines that were still attached to Dave, and let out another growl.  It came out as a groan because it was muffled by the innards that hung from his jaws.    

Rod looked back down at Dave as he lay on his back, stomach ripped open, facing up to his friend with a large wound to his head.  Time seemed to stand still while he looked into his friends eyes thinking of all the things he should do. 
I should get him out of here.  I can’t leave him like this.  We may be able to save him?
Just then he felt two powerful hands push him forward. 

His foot got tripped up on the chain and he fell forward to his hands and knees.  He continued to look at Dave, for what seemed like an eternity.  He felt the fists of the undead child rub across his back as the ghoul refused to release his grip on David’s intestines.  He knew the boy did not have hold of him, but he knew he was about to feel the demon’s bloody teeth sink into his flesh. 

The small zombie let go of the intestines that now clung to Rod’s back, and grabbed hold of his shirt.  Rod snapped out of the trance Dave had on him and with a scared chill that ran through his body he stood up quickly.  It refused to let go and lurched forward with its mouth open wider than any human mouth should open.  Rodriquez was able to turn his body to face the creature and punched it in the face.  The child’s face broke inward as it lost its grip with its right hand. 

The zombie swung wildly, but maintained its balance by hanging onto Rod’s shirt sleeve with its left hand.  It came charging after him again with a new found vigor.  He broke the child’s grip on his sleeve and punched him in the face a second time.  This time the power of the punch sent it falling backward and falling over Dave. 

Rod turned toward the door and leapt toward it stepping over the chain.  Kimberly swung wildly at him after witnessing him assault her son Jimmy.  She connected with his face a few times and as he pushed her out of the way, she maintained her balance and instead of falling away from the door, she fell into it slamming it shut. 

He ran to her and tried to push her to his right and away from the door, but she continued to fight and grabbed hold of the
soiled and stained bed frame that was just to the left of the door.  Now he was not only fighting the woman, but had to move her and the bed.  He grabbed hold of her waist and tried to pull her off the frame, but her hands were fixed to it and now she was sprawled out in front of the exit.  Rod grabbed hold of Kimberly’s reddish blond hair and pulled her head up from the frame and put his right leg back, preparing to knee her in the face. 

He felt a searing pain flow through his body that started with his right calf as the boy bit deep into him.  Rod pulled away and followed through with his knee to the woman’s face.  When
it connected, Kimberly fell limp and into a heap that was piled directly in front of the bedroom door. 

Hands wrapped around Rod’s right ankle and he felt another shot of pain spread through his body starting at that ankle.  He tried to pull away, but the grip on his ankle was too strong.  Holding onto the bed frame, with his back to the boy, he stomped down backwards with his left foot on the zombie’s jaw and stood up pulling his right foot from the powerful undead’s grasp.  Hi
s right leg was free, but now the ghoul fought for control of his left foot.  Rod jumped up, turned, and kicked the six year old in the face. 

The boy rolled backwards, but quickly managed to get onto it’
s hands and knees.  The beast opened and closed his mouth, as if he were chewing on something, even though it’s jaw was completely crushed.  Rod stepped forward and kicked the boy in the face as it crawled toward him.

The door was trying to be forced open, but Kimberly’s body lay in a ball in front of it.  She started to move and Rod grabbed her by her hair and unraveled her folded body.  She slowly reached up supporting her hair, and started to show signs of a stunned recovery.  Rodriquez pulled the woman away from the door by her disheveled reddish blond hair stretching her body.   

Eric peered his head into the room just in time to see Rod kick the crawling boy in the face for the third time.  Then he noticed the foot that was just barely sticking out from the end of the bed and stepped completely in and saw Dave’s body lying with his stomach ripped open and his lifeless eyes staring at the ceiling.  Rod pushed on his chest and said, “There’s nothing we can do for him, we need to get out of here.” 

“Don’t leave me sugar.” A southern accent forced its way out of Kimberly.  She was trying to get situated, but they could tell she was still very disoriented.  She ran her hand through her hair to get it out of her face and tried to hide her naked body that was exposed by her open fuzzy blue robe. 

Rod looked at her, as he shoved Eric out of the door and turned just to see her undead son turn its focus and attention on his mother.  As they ran down the wood stairs they could hear the dazed woman plead for her son to stop.  She pleaded for her son to remember her.  She pleaded for her son to not come near her.  She pleaded for her son not to bite her.  She begged for her son to stop.