and rammed Gabby’s car while his tentacles slid underneath to puncture
her gas tank.
The bitch swerved
over and yelled, “Fucking freak!”
Five seconds later
she was skidding off the road, her car’s gas tank quickly being siphoned while
another tentacle was forcing itself into the engine. Drac decided he wasn’t going to waste any time getting that bitch out of the race
even if it meant not being able to take a shot at Lord Bing Bong.
Gabby’s vehicle spun three-hundred and sixty degrees, her
car torn apart by Drac’s tentacles. She was screaming
bloody murder as she realized it was over for her unless she got another car.
Drac’s car.
She jumped out of
the driver’s side, guns blazing and screaming like a goddamn banshee. Her
blonde hair was flapping angrily in the wind. Gabby wasn’t aiming her guns but
she came pretty close to hitting Drac .
“You got balls,
bitch,” Drac said, retracting the tentacles but
finding they were stuck in the wreckage of Gabby’s car. He’d have to handle her the old-fashioned way. No big deal. He had no
qualms about fighting a woman face to face. Besides, he didn’t really consider
that bitch wasn’t much of a woman at all. She was just a typical delusional
head case of the post-apocalyptic world.
III.
Who the hell did
that glass- skulled freak think he was?
Gabby had been
talking to her friend on the phone when that piece of shit sent his tentacles
under her car. “I’ll have to call you back,” she said, putting the phone down
and holding on as her car spun around.
When she realized
her car was totaled, she stormed out of the car and started shooting like a
crazed gunslinger. She didn’t have the patience to stand there and aim at the
motherfucker. It was just: blam-blam-blam .
Gabby thought
about the dozens of people she killed in the last ten years and each one had
been more satisfying than the last but snuffing out this freak would be the
best kill ever.
IV.
Drac got out of the car and stood with his gun at his side,
looking at the crazed woman in front of him. He wondered if he made any
impression on her whatsoever with his glass skull full of gasoline, spiked
shoulder pads, and inhumanly bulging muscles. Image was important in the
wasteland. First impressions were what either struck fear into someone’s mind
or made them think of you as an easy target.
As he was about to
unleash his firepower, he saw his car’s tentacles pull out of Gabby’s car. It took only a few seconds for them to find
their target.
One tentacle
wrapped around Gabby’s upper body and lifted her off
the ground while another found its way in between her legs. A third entered her
mouth. Her eyes bulged and so did her stomach. The bitchy look was still on her
face and Drac figured it was probably something she
couldn’t get rid off even in death.
Drac could never get used to that sound. It was something
between the crinkling of paper and the slapping sounds of sex. Though they were
his tentacles and were under his control, this time they didn’t seem to be
following his directions. Drac would have never sent
one of the tendrils in between her legs though there he was staring at one of
them inching its way up there slowly for maximum pain. Finally it pulled out
and showered the ground with Gabby’s insides. Her
remains landed in toxic moss.
Drac got back in the car and revved his engine. He thought
it sounded like that dead bitch’s screams.
V.
“Where are we
going?” Paulo asked.
“ Gonna see a friend of mine,” Samson said. “He might be able
to take care of you.” Though he thought about killing Lord Bing Bong, he knew
it would smart to visit his friend Cobra Canfield first and drop the kid off.
The guy had been living in the Zone of Dead Roads for as long as Samson could
remember and he was the only one he trusted. Also, he had a constant supply of
weaponry.
“Who?”
the boy said.
“Just
a friend.”
“I don’t want to
stay with him. I want
her gas tank.
The bitch swerved
over and yelled, “Fucking freak!”
Five seconds later
she was skidding off the road, her car’s gas tank quickly being siphoned while
another tentacle was forcing itself into the engine. Drac decided he wasn’t going to waste any time getting that bitch out of the race
even if it meant not being able to take a shot at Lord Bing Bong.
Gabby’s vehicle spun three-hundred and sixty degrees, her
car torn apart by Drac’s tentacles. She was screaming
bloody murder as she realized it was over for her unless she got another car.
Drac’s car.
She jumped out of
the driver’s side, guns blazing and screaming like a goddamn banshee. Her
blonde hair was flapping angrily in the wind. Gabby wasn’t aiming her guns but
she came pretty close to hitting Drac .
“You got balls,
bitch,” Drac said, retracting the tentacles but
finding they were stuck in the wreckage of Gabby’s car. He’d have to handle her the old-fashioned way. No big deal. He had no
qualms about fighting a woman face to face. Besides, he didn’t really consider
that bitch wasn’t much of a woman at all. She was just a typical delusional
head case of the post-apocalyptic world.
III.
Who the hell did
that glass- skulled freak think he was?
Gabby had been
talking to her friend on the phone when that piece of shit sent his tentacles
under her car. “I’ll have to call you back,” she said, putting the phone down
and holding on as her car spun around.
When she realized
her car was totaled, she stormed out of the car and started shooting like a
crazed gunslinger. She didn’t have the patience to stand there and aim at the
motherfucker. It was just: blam-blam-blam .
Gabby thought
about the dozens of people she killed in the last ten years and each one had
been more satisfying than the last but snuffing out this freak would be the
best kill ever.
IV.
Drac got out of the car and stood with his gun at his side,
looking at the crazed woman in front of him. He wondered if he made any
impression on her whatsoever with his glass skull full of gasoline, spiked
shoulder pads, and inhumanly bulging muscles. Image was important in the
wasteland. First impressions were what either struck fear into someone’s mind
or made them think of you as an easy target.
As he was about to
unleash his firepower, he saw his car’s tentacles pull out of Gabby’s car. It took only a few seconds for them to find
their target.
One tentacle
wrapped around Gabby’s upper body and lifted her off
the ground while another found its way in between her legs. A third entered her
mouth. Her eyes bulged and so did her stomach. The bitchy look was still on her
face and Drac figured it was probably something she
couldn’t get rid off even in death.
Drac could never get used to that sound. It was something
between the crinkling of paper and the slapping sounds of sex. Though they were
his tentacles and were under his control, this time they didn’t seem to be
following his directions. Drac would have never sent
one of the tendrils in between her legs though there he was staring at one of
them inching its way up there slowly for maximum pain. Finally it pulled out
and showered the ground with Gabby’s insides. Her
remains landed in toxic moss.
Drac got back in the car and revved his engine. He thought
it sounded like that dead bitch’s screams.
V.
“Where are we
going?” Paulo asked.
“ Gonna see a friend of mine,” Samson said. “He might be able
to take care of you.” Though he thought about killing Lord Bing Bong, he knew
it would smart to visit his friend Cobra Canfield first and drop the kid off.
The guy had been living in the Zone of Dead Roads for as long as Samson could
remember and he was the only one he trusted. Also, he had a constant supply of
weaponry.
“Who?”
the boy said.
“Just
a friend.”
“I don’t want to
stay with him. I want