hooker giving him head, had lost her head. His lap and legs
were covered with her blood, and flies had begun to buzz
all around him. Ginger had fallen to the floor and her head
had rolled off her shoulders, and a swarm of flies erupted
out of it. In a panic, Mayor Valdez jumped out of his seat
with his pants still down around his ankles. He wobbled
like a drunk penguin as fast as he could, while swatting
away the flies that were biting him. He finally made his
escape out the front door of Kilgore Town Hall. Mayor
Valdez looked around to see that everything was covered,
crawling, and buzzing with flies.
Zombie-esque Kilgorians were aimlessly wondering
Main Street. Mayor Valdez stood with his pants around his
ankles in a stunned bewilderment as men, women, and
children passed by him with their own twisted expressions
of horror on their face. Sylvia, his secretary, slowly passed
by him, her right eye dangling from its socket, and blood
trickled out of both sides of her mouth. Bill, the Kilgore
Fire Chief, trembled as he walked, he collapsed to the
ground and flies jettisoned out of him like a geyser.
Mayor Valdez felt a stiffness in his neck, his arms
and legs shook like a bad Elvis Presley impersonator. He
let out a high pitched howl, and collapsed to the ground.
His head rolled off his shoulders and on to the curb like a
bloody bowling ball. More flies burst from his skull to add
to the infestation of Kilgore.
“Dios Mio,” Carmela gasped, after she was
startled by the thump, “What was that?”
“It seems like the sound came from outside,” I said.
Thump! Thump!
“Its really creeping me out Ray,” Carmela said with
a tremble of growing anxiety in her voice, “It sounds like
they are trying to break in. Do you think they know we are
in here?”
“I’m not sure Carmela,” I said trying to keep her
calm, “We will be alright, I don’t know why the people, or
um Zombies would come after us, but I blocked the doors,
and that glass is pretty thick.”
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Carmela screamed. Then the thumping began to
come from all sides of The Road Kill Café. The pounding
thumps on the glass were getting more rapid, like an off
beat climax of a bad Rock drum solo. The sounds echoed in
the dark café like thunder that wouldn’t end. The front
window pane of the café cracked. Carmela let out a
terrified shriek.
“Dios Mio, Dios Mio!” Carmela cried, “We are
trapped, Ray, what are we going to do?”
“I think we should get into the kitchen,” I said.
We grabbed the candles and the can of bug spray.
Then we quickly went through the silver kitchen doors. I
unplugged a freezer chest. Carmela and I pushed it in front
of the door. I then told Carmela to hold up her arms so that
she looked like the letter T, and then I sprayed her with Raid . She coughed through the cloud of bug spray. Then I
gave her the can so that she could spray me with the poison
too. I took the can back and sprayed around the silver
kitchen doors, and that was the last of the bug spray.
“Why are we doing this Ray?” Carmela asked,
coughing some more.
“You don’t want to get bitten by those flies, do
you?” I said, dropping the empty can in the garbage bin,
“Get turned into a Zombie?”
“Dios Mio, No,” Carmela said, “But, now what can
we do? We are out of bug spray”
“I’m hoping that in the morning, the Kilgore Vector
Control will spray some poison to kill the flies,” I said,
“But that seems highly unlikely at this point”
Then there was a loud crash of breaking glass that
came from The Road Kill Café dining room.
The combined deafening sounds of the cafés
alarm sounding and the buzzing of flies followed the
breaking glass. I reacted quickly. I threw some papers in a
metal garbage can. I lit them on fire. I turned to Carmela
and ordered her into the walk-in freezer. Smoke began to
fill the kitchen. I grabbed the fire extinguisher. I closed the
door. The
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