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Planet Terror: The One With Strip Poker
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From Helena’s vantage point, the fences looked miles away. Time and space lost all meaning within the fog.
Until a dozen pairs of red eyes became apparent.
Hands wrenched her guns away from her, clawed at her.
A gun discharged. It was probably her own, Helena thought dimly. These things were still on the other side of the fence.
With a mighty effort, Helena kicked off backward, flying six feet away.
One of the infected took her handgun, raised it, fired.
It missed, and shot above her head. Or did it miss?
“Noooo!” Helena screamed, lunging for the fence. The infected, a young woman wearing black jeans, a white tank, and very little skin, laughed at her, held the gun beyond the fence.
Panic rippled across the encampment behind her. Someone had been shot. The young woman raised her gun again—this time her eye nearly slid from its socket as the gun backfired against her.
Helena crawled, her skin on fire, her eyes stinging from blood coursing down her face, and she found her Vulcan.
“Wait!” Bette came speeding behind her. “Save your bullets.” She shouted, clearing the fence with one great leap. Helena stood, her gun ready, watching as Bette landed among the infected.
They immediately made their way toward her, but Bette ignored everyone and ran only for the woman with the gun.
The gun went off. Once. Twice. Bette staggered from the blow of the bullets. But she kept running. When she jumped a second time, she landed a blow of her own.
The knife Bette held cut clean through the neck of the infected. She grabbed at the gun, held still within the animated but now headless corpse, and ran again for the fence.
When she landed beside Helena, they stood in a face off with the infected.
“now we know how high the fence is.” One of them said wheezily. They all laughed.
“Fuck you.” Bette shot him in the middle of his forehead. The top of his head came off with the force of the bullet, but she shot again.
“Their bodies still move.” Helena said. “So if one of them tries to do this to us, what..we’ll be doomed to walk the earth with no heads but just bodies?” She shuddered at the thought. Then she surveyed the fence that Bette had so easily leapt across.
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Uh-oh, that last line sounds ominous. If you’re taking votes, put me down for the Eternity-for-Belena option. I’m sure 99% of your readers mentally beat Helena to the punch before she uttered the sentence, “Jenny’s never been normal.” Two posts in one day: lovely!
Rufus, I thought the same re: Jenny. I swear when Bette leaped the fence, I could actually *hear* that little noise they used to play when Steve Austin would do something that cost $6million (price not adjusted for inflation). Just what exactly was in their “cure” if their skin swallows bullets? And that fog, what gives? Are there like, vapors of hypnotic drugs in them, or like, zombie aspirate? (Wait, do zombies breathe?) I always have loads of questions… (I need answers tho!) And that bit near the end, their “forever” looks pretty damned good. I most certainly do not, however, like the idea of all hell breaking loose, because I’m rather attached to all the girls. Thank you, hb, for another excellent chapter.
Two posts in one day?! Awesome! I think you’ve got the ominous part down sweetie, that’s for damn sure. If that is truly forever…bring on some zombies and let them chew on me and then give me a cure thingy and let me live forever with a hottie like Bette or Helena…great chapter…pps
Too bad the cure didn’t allow Helena to grow her leg back, but I guess the line got drawn at old wounds. Sort of like with she and Peggy. OK, enough philosophising. But somehow Peggy doesn’t seem like a lasagna kind o’ gal. Guess Shane wasn’t invited to the shindig-no raw steak. I do like that Peggy’s taking advantage of her second chance with Chamomile, and as kids go, she’s rather likable. Another ominous finish, hb; and more contact with the zombies. Speaking of, it seems, what with Helena’s little stroll in the fog, that if the infection/cure made them physically stronger, it hasn’t made them any smarter. Are we sure they just aren’t on steroids? Are B & H psychically linked with the zombies now? If so they should try to use the power against the little stinkers.
I have to agree with funnyone I to was hoping for Helena to regain her leg, but who knows it can still happen. Because you do have the power and we know you are not afraid to use it. Excellent update!