After throwing up, Kassidy grabbed her glass of water and headed toward the bathroom. She really needed to get the taste out of her mouth and the image out of her head. Pushing open the door, she headed to the sink, gargled with the water from her glass and spit. It was a little better, but made her have to pee, too. Noticing that there was a bucket of clean water to flush with already here, she felt lucky - no trip outside for her!
Pushing open the stall door, she discovered why. It looked like the singing chica had been drowned in the damn toilet. Letting out a small yelp of surprise, she plowed out of the bathroom and into the main room.
"Um...umm...umm...the Creedence chick. Dead in the bathroom."
Damn, she hadn't even remembered her name.
DAY TWO - SK HIT- Death of a Rock Star
One word is too often profaned
For me to profane it;
One feeling too falsely disdained
For thee to disdain it
One Word is Too Often Profaned by Percy Bysshe Shelley
Dont go around tonight,
Well, its bound to take your life,
Theres a bad moon on the rise.
Bad Moon on the Rise by Creedence Clearwater Revival
For me to profane it;
One feeling too falsely disdained
For thee to disdain it
One Word is Too Often Profaned by Percy Bysshe Shelley
Dont go around tonight,
Well, its bound to take your life,
Theres a bad moon on the rise.
Bad Moon on the Rise by Creedence Clearwater Revival
So, the survivor-turned-killer reflected, the brains of this outfit had died (of course the killer knew it was partly their fault, but Vern had been mostly dead anyway) and what do the rest of the survivors do? Kill someone else. That’s brilliant, just perfect. So typical - that was humanity right there, and the sad thing was that this wasn’t the exception. Get people together in a large organization and that’s how they would behave.
Really, the flu should have finished the fucking job. Now they’d have to do it.
Take that Angelina girl, for instance. Pretty, rich, perfect. Fancy little sports car for a fancy little miss. Yeah, the world –really- needed someone like her. The killer rolled their eyes and snorted, wondering what Little Miss Moore would look like with a black neck and bugged out eyes, emaciated from the flu, vomit caked around her mouth. Flies crawling over her open eyes.
Swept away in this dark fantasy, the killer almost didn’t notice the buzz of fresh gossip going through the rest of the group. It wasn’t until Vera pushed through the crowd surrounding the kitchen door, loudly demanding to know what was wrong, that the killer began to pay attention. Geez, who had died –now-?
Eh, probably no big loss.
Looking around, the killer saw that they weren’t the only one lost in their own world – by some great coincidence (fate?), the very object of their earlier musing was wandering from table to table…singing.
“I see the bad moon arising.
I see trouble on the way.
I see earthquakes and lightnin.
I see bad times today…”
Butchering a classic. Oh, this chick –had- to die now. The killer scowled, stewing over the best way to do the deed and wondering just what Princess was doing pacing around the diner. That soon became clear, though, when Matthew stepped out of the bathroom and handed her the key and the bucket. Funny how people were so willing to go through that little bit of extra trouble just to be able to use the indoor plumbing.
“Dont go around tonight,
Well, its bound to take your life,
Theres a bad moon on the rise…”
God, shut up!
Putting their hands to their ears to block out the noise, they watched. The song was still being sung in their head and the effort to stop it was in vain.
*********
Angelina had managed to get the bucket filled with water and was returning to the one bathroom the diner had. She was followed closely by someone who was -not- a fan. The Texan sang cheerfully as she made her way to the bathroom with the bucket of water. She was happy to finally have found some other people and that gave her a little hope. Still it was with a macabre sense of humor that she chose her song.
“I hear hurricanes ablowing.
I know the end is coming soon.
I fear rivers over flowing.
I hear the voice of rage and ruin.
Dont go around tonight,
Well, its bound to take your life,
Theres a bad moon on the rise.”
She used both hands to carefully set the nearly full bucket of water down and then turned to close and lock the door. Only someone had stuck their foot in the way of the opening and then pushed on through. She looked up angrily and said.
“Wait yer turn or go out back. Haven't you got any manners?”
The other person in the bathroom ignored her and leaned against the door. Angelina heard a click as it locked from the inside. The killer grabbed the bucket of water and finally spoke.
“Shut up!”
What? Angelina looked bewildered and shook her head. What had she said? Perhaps she should try to reason with the intruder.
“Look...if you need to go that badly...I understand...all you had to do was say so.”
“Just SHUT UP!”
Angelina inched her way towards the door hoping she was over reacting and that this was all just a misunderstanding. The killer waited for her to get close and then lunged for her.
***********
There was a peaceful silence in the small room. The figure looked down at what they had done with a smile. One less person to ruin things. Angelina might have died when her head hit the toilet or perhaps she had drowned in the basin as intended but either way she wouldn't be making her big debut any time soon.
Opening the door, the killer felt cheerful again. The world would be better, even if first things had to be a lot worse. They made their way back to a booth while singing.
“Hope you got your things together.
Hope you are quite prepared to die.
Looks like we're in for nasty weather.
One eye is taken for an eye.”
Tor
19 years ago
Den
19 years ago
It had occurred to Carly to offer herself to the kitchen crew, since she did know how to cook pretty well. But no one seemed interested in her assistance, so instead she wound up keeping to herself. She tried not to let the minor rejection bother her, but the longer she was by herself, the more the idea depressed her. She was used to being the center of attention, for two little girls anyway, and now that they were gone, and her husband was gone, she was feeling pretty lonely.
The idea of getting close to Kassidy then presented itself. Teenagers and toddlers had a lot of similar characteristics, in Carly’s mind anyway, so who better to befriend? Unfortunately, once Carly sighted the teen, and began carrying her plate in that direction, the young girl had gone into the kitchen.
Changing her direction, mainly because once again several people were gathering around the kitchen doors, Carly knew what she’d see, the minute she looked over the shoulders of those people ahead of her.
At least she hadn’t eaten yet, because when the wave of nausea hit her this time, she managed to control it.
Another dead person, and this time it was the pretty little Emerald. The pain of witnessing all the death lately was taking its toll on Carly, and right then the idea of being alone was becoming more and more attractive every minute.
Hoping the bathroom would offer her some solitude, Carly ran that way as quickly as she could. Once there inside, she saw the young Kassidy was already there as well. Yet hopes and plans of getting to know the young woman better were dashed as it became evident Carly still hadn’t escaped the ravages of death.
“Oh my god, not another one?!”
She had tried, valiantly, to remain calm and rational, but that was all dispelled by the way she had screamed those words. If it hadn’t been for the fist in her mouth, which was her own luckily, she might have been screaming still.
The idea of getting close to Kassidy then presented itself. Teenagers and toddlers had a lot of similar characteristics, in Carly’s mind anyway, so who better to befriend? Unfortunately, once Carly sighted the teen, and began carrying her plate in that direction, the young girl had gone into the kitchen.
Changing her direction, mainly because once again several people were gathering around the kitchen doors, Carly knew what she’d see, the minute she looked over the shoulders of those people ahead of her.
At least she hadn’t eaten yet, because when the wave of nausea hit her this time, she managed to control it.
Another dead person, and this time it was the pretty little Emerald. The pain of witnessing all the death lately was taking its toll on Carly, and right then the idea of being alone was becoming more and more attractive every minute.
Hoping the bathroom would offer her some solitude, Carly ran that way as quickly as she could. Once there inside, she saw the young Kassidy was already there as well. Yet hopes and plans of getting to know the young woman better were dashed as it became evident Carly still hadn’t escaped the ravages of death.
“Oh my god, not another one?!”
She had tried, valiantly, to remain calm and rational, but that was all dispelled by the way she had screamed those words. If it hadn’t been for the fist in her mouth, which was her own luckily, she might have been screaming still.
Slipnish
19 years ago
Estaban looked from face to face searching for a flicker of guilt. Already he was having problems finding the right hair care products and so far, not one of these people knew how to prepare a proper quiche. Traveling with them had been...less than ideal.
It seemed that the life ease he had treasured so much was indeed destined to be a thing of the past.
With a jaded eye he noted Carly going over to comfort Kassidy, and briefly entertained thoughts of the pair of them comforting him in ways that would definitely have been illegal in several states, but undoubtedly fun in all of them. Visions of spiked collars, leather accoutrements, and a complete makeover for the pair of them from Michele the young west Hollywood man who worked personally on Estaban at his last shoot danced in his head.
He shrugged his shoulders to loosen the tension, and watched as people shuttled back and forth as news of the discovery of the body flitted from person to person and group to group.
Some of the loose contingent of travelers were shocked, others were scared, and some seemed unaffected, either surpressing their emotions, or still so numb from their personal losses that one more death simply didn't register. Estaban considered himself to be among the latter.
Gone were the days of valet parking, Hollywood parties, world travel, and exciting fall lines of Italian designer crocodile scale underwear...
Mutely he shook his head, and silently wept for what he had lost.
It seemed that the life ease he had treasured so much was indeed destined to be a thing of the past.
With a jaded eye he noted Carly going over to comfort Kassidy, and briefly entertained thoughts of the pair of them comforting him in ways that would definitely have been illegal in several states, but undoubtedly fun in all of them. Visions of spiked collars, leather accoutrements, and a complete makeover for the pair of them from Michele the young west Hollywood man who worked personally on Estaban at his last shoot danced in his head.
He shrugged his shoulders to loosen the tension, and watched as people shuttled back and forth as news of the discovery of the body flitted from person to person and group to group.
Some of the loose contingent of travelers were shocked, others were scared, and some seemed unaffected, either surpressing their emotions, or still so numb from their personal losses that one more death simply didn't register. Estaban considered himself to be among the latter.
Gone were the days of valet parking, Hollywood parties, world travel, and exciting fall lines of Italian designer crocodile scale underwear...
Mutely he shook his head, and silently wept for what he had lost.
Temprah
19 years ago
Tempy had gone outside to eat, so she could play her guitar some without disturbing anyone. Just strumming the strings had helped calm her frayed nerves. She couldn't get the image of that poor guy, Kyle, out of her mind and how she'd almost been swept up with the mob that killed him. Shuddering she squeezed her eyes shut and tried to clear the image. All this death was around them, she needed to remember she was alive.
Noises and shouts inside got her attention, and her ice blue eyes peered in the windows trying to see what the commotion was all about. Unable to tell, she picked up her plate and slung the guitar over her shoulder, then headed inside.
It didn't take long to gather what had happened as she listened to the chatter around her. Her stomach lurched and the redhead wondered why they had all managed to survive the plague just to die like this. No, no she wasn't going to just sit around. Temperance wanted to feel alive, even if only to remind herself she was.
Looking around the room for someone, her eyes came to rest on a silently weeping figure. A rather handsome one. Walking up to the table she slid in beside him and gave him a sympathetic smile.
One'a them gals your friend? Reaching out she gently patted his shoulder.
Noises and shouts inside got her attention, and her ice blue eyes peered in the windows trying to see what the commotion was all about. Unable to tell, she picked up her plate and slung the guitar over her shoulder, then headed inside.
It didn't take long to gather what had happened as she listened to the chatter around her. Her stomach lurched and the redhead wondered why they had all managed to survive the plague just to die like this. No, no she wasn't going to just sit around. Temperance wanted to feel alive, even if only to remind herself she was.
Looking around the room for someone, her eyes came to rest on a silently weeping figure. A rather handsome one. Walking up to the table she slid in beside him and gave him a sympathetic smile.
One'a them gals your friend? Reaching out she gently patted his shoulder.