ZOMBIE'S DOOM? "Chronicles of Jack Doom" by Will Lemen

rendered no maggots onto the hood or windshield of my car, I knew that this citizen of the dead had not been undead long enough to even begin to host the fly larvae that most of its fellow zombies were sponsoring.
    Although I had literally knocked the shit right out of the "Mustang Killer" and broken nearly every bone in its flesh seeking body, watching it squirm on the ground in front of me in its shit-smudged trousers did nothing to change the fact that I was again on foot.
    After that incident, I decided to change the rules of my felony hit and run quest.
    While I would still endeavor to stain the nation's roadways with the entrails of the marauding zombie hordes, I would slow the accosting vehicle down to about 15 miles per hour. Just fast enough to still smack the crap out of the savages and break a few bones, thereby leaving them sloshing around in their own fecal matter and other rotting juices, yet do only token scarring to my ride, lest I end up walking again.
     

     
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    OKLAHOMA IS OK
     
    Six weeks earlier in Shawnee Oklahoma ...
     
    It was a cool but not cold evening as the Sarge and Beth sat around their campfire amid the group they had been staying with for the past week.
    "Beth, go get me another beer, and then get your ass back over here you little bitch," the half-drunk former sergeant barked, as he crushed an empty beer can and tossed it to the ground. "I had a long hard day out killing those diseased sons-a-bitches, or as Jack's kid called them, eaters .
    At any rate, killing those bastards has made me mighty thirsty, so you'll make it quick if you know what's good for you."
    "Okay Ron, I'll hurry," Beth said, as she left the campfire and proceeded to fetch the Sarge a beer.
    When Beth returned with the beer, she found another woman sitting on the Sarge's lap with her arms around him.
    " Good, maybe he'll sleep with her tonight and quit pestering me, I can only hope ," Beth thought, tired of fighting off the Sarge's unwanted drunken sexual advances.
    "Here's your beer Ron, Jimmy said it's the last one you get tonight, and he sounded kind of pissed."
    "What? Now there's a two six-pack limit around here? What the hell?" the Sarge questioned, as he snatched the beer from Beth's hand. "And what's he got to be pissed about? I'm the one that's going to need another beer."
    Beth took her seat beside the two groping drunks and pretended to ignore their obvious moans and groans as she watched the Sarge's right hand make its way into the woman's blouse.
    "I hate to break up your little wrestling match, but before I left to get you a beer, you mentioned Jack's kid, Jacob was the youngest one. Do you think that Jacob and the rest of Jack's family made it out alive?"
    Just as Beth spoke the last word of her question, the back of the Sarge's hand that was still warm from the breast he had been coddling, landed across her mouth, knocking her backwards off her chair.
    "I told you never to mention that," the Sarge shouted, as the girl on his lap looked at Beth lying on the ground and laughed, not bothering to even make an effort to cover her now completely exposed left tit.
    Getting to her feet, Beth wiped the trickle of blood from her bottom lip on her sleeve, picked up her chair, and sat back down.
    "I'm sorry. It'll never happen again Ron," she said, feeling her lower lip swelling as she licked the remaining blood from it.
    "It had better not ever happen again, especially while I'm having a well deserved beer and trying to get a little even more well deserved nooky from a lovely little lady like this one," the Sarge bellowed loudly, as he again groped at the woman who sat on his lap.
    Opening her blouse wider and totally exposing her naked chest, he slobbered as his warm alcohol laced breath questioned the woman.
    "What was your name again darling?" the Sarge slurred, while looking down at his drool that he had just slobbered onto the woman's tits while scolding Beth.
    "Anna." the half-exposed