B-Movie Attack by Alan Spencer

bother to suck the lifeblood from his body again. Last night, they huddled at the window listening to the police and ambulances close in on the hospital and the Neo Night Club. The devastation had already begun, and he was trapped in the den of murderers. Even though Detective Vickers was hidden in the closet, Ted was quickly losing hope the man could actually thwart the vampires’ plans.  
    The morning news played in the background on the television. Reports of hundreds dead at Heart of Chicago Medical Center stirred excitement within the naked females. Two dozen were slain at Neo Night Club. The news left out any details about the identity of the culprits or how the victims died.
    He kept eying the double closet, imagining the detective blasting his gun through each room and saving the city from devastation. He couldn’t stop blaming himself for the recent deaths. Bitterness had fueled his ambition to resurrect his film career. He really did believe the shotgun would’ve protected him in the event the vampires did come to life again.  
    The blonde vampire, in human form, strutted into the room. Her eyes were coal black, and Ted refused to make eye contact with the walking evil thing. “What's making you kill all these people?”
    The vampire ignored his question. “It’s time for another movie. Today’s the day. How about a marathon of movies? We’ve got over a hundred reels. I think the city’s scared enough to begin. Their blood’s pumping hot enough. I can smell it.”  
    “End this!” Ted fought his restraints, but the sheets tied around his ankles and wrists refused to budge. “Turn off the projectors. Can’t you communicate with us in a non-violent way? Why do you hate the living?”
    “The dead want the living to join them in eternity.” Her eyes were blazing red phosphorous circles. “And if you’re not silent, you’ll be there before anybody else!”
    The blonde chose a reel. “Ah yes, this will start us off. Bone Dome .”
     
    Air Force ace Jerry Minor soared in his jet fighter and took aim at the incoming anomaly. He radioed into base. “What the hell is that thing?”
    “Just fire at it, Minor! Blast it out of God’s America!”
    Jerry steered the jet closer to the strange thing and fired two heat-seeking missiles. They exploded into the shell—larger than Pittsburgh—but caused no damage.  
    “Damn it! This—this dome thing isn’t blowing up!”
    Other jets joined in. The dome kept closing in, slowly hunkering down upon the city. Nothing could stop its slow descent, propelled by an invisible and unknown force.
    “The surface is shiny,” Jerry reported. “It’s like enamel or bone. A skull cap. I see veins and articulations like it’s still alive. The bone dome is resistant to our weapons. What do we do? It’s covering the city. It’ll close us in. Come on, Captain Edwards, the good people of Pittsburgh will be trapped in there!”
    “Keep firing,” Edwards demanded over the radio. “Send the bone dome packing to hell!”
    Jerry had a different idea. “Tell Jenny I love her!”
    “What are you doing, Minor? You’re not a kamikaze.”
    Jerry didn't listen. Seeing a waving American flag in his eyes, he crashed into the dome. “I’ll send this thing to hell! YEAAAAAAAAAAH!”
    The jet fighter exploded into the top of the dome, but the plume of fire and acrid smoke caused zero damage. It wasn't much longer before the dome landed over the city.  
     
    Billy hadn’t heard the reports about Heart of Chicago Medical Center yet this morning. Jessica had gotten up early to cook blueberry pancakes. She placed a cup of orange juice at his place on the table. Jessica insisted he have some level of vitamin intake. She’d even sneak blueberries in his cereal sometimes.  
    He stepped out of the shower with a towel around him. He walked up to her and kissed her neck. “You’re so good to me.”
    She playfully laughed while flipping over the next pancake. “It’s too early