Zombies Hunter; New Sunrise Part II

3.

Sid and Marty joined Ian on horseback to ride for the hill rise. It gave them an vantage view of the flat valley behind it, that stretched over ten miles across, with one wide river coursing it way passed it. The sight that greeted them was not scenic as there was mass of dark moving objects moving toward their direction.

"Boys, ride on back." Ian hollered the instruction to the Henderson boys. "We got an invasion on our lawn. Get Jimmy to joined me here."

With that instruction, Ian rode for the barn and dismounted to let loose the mare inside the corral. He went in the barn and approached the one ton pickup truck. On it was bundles of razor sharp barbed wires and some crates. He had on his riding gloves so that would helped him on the unraveling of the wires. I had joined him then on being advised by the boys, and jumped in to the truck. We did not speak when he drove the truck to the hill rise. It was my first sight of the zombies as they traded the solid ground for the river currents. Some of them were swept by the fast currents but most made it across.

Without any questioning, I climbed up the back of the truck and dropped the wires on the ground. Then Ian drove the truck as I unloaded more of the wires to create a perimeter. We covered over a mile and then rolled downhill before turning to go uphill to do a second perimeter that trailed to the side. I saw Uncle Bob and Sally was in the other pickup as they made their way to the designated places to raised up the false ground cover to revealed the long trenches we dug.  At the bottom of the trenches are sharpened stakes of wooden or metal. In some trenches, she topped over the oil drums to spill the contents in the trench. Ian drove over to assist when we had cleared the wires job and prepped up the other trenches. We had dug over fifty trenches over the mile distance for this event.

I saw the others were assisting too as they mounted machine guns on the windows and placed claymores. That was one thing about these hunters, they got everything an infantry personnel can do without except the nuclear missiles code. We done the works by noon and then pulled the vehicles to create a bastion wall protecting the house front lawn. More self preserving items were brought in and piled into the house.

The Henderson took to the ground units with the Pittsburgh team, while the Inmates took the first landing with the Nordic kins. The Asian family took to the back yards, with Uncle Bob. Sally went upstairs; she was a mean shooter with the Winchester 700. Each level was given a heavy machine gun; two M40, one Browning .50 cal and one rare Spandau MG40 from the Army museum still working with two crates of ammo. They were all given extra rifles, automatics, and wooden stakes. Uncle Bob carried with him a long handle pick next to the meat mallets he had a few extra in the kitchen.

Ian and myself took to ride on the mare past the perimeters while surveying the finer points of our defenses. I was carrying a Colt M4 A1 like Ian and the horses were jittery. I had an extra machete with me for the close fights. We sighted our first zombie, a lady dressed like a gypsy probably doing a remake of the Sound of Music rendition, but the twins on the roof made her a target before she could sing the vowels. Then the horizon opened up with the others.

"I wondered how Beau Geste felt like when he saw the Bedouin coming over the dune."

"With this he might had a chance." Ian was shooting with his M14 A1. He had picked single shots and was doing fine with his bullets count. I was not doing the shoots yet, I decided to go Mexican ala with the machete. I jumped off the horse and went swinging like a mad hombre who spent too much time under the sun. It actual fact, I was frustrated at the situation; holding onto a dream to service these sleazy hunters so I have enough gold to go across the continent.

I kicked with the left foot and stepped up with the machete swinging to removed the head. Then I turned my body to do right round kick on the next zombie. I followed through with a charge onto the staggering body and jumped up with the machete swept down for a shoulder slash. My jump pushed the zombie to the ground and pulled out my machete. I swept it in a wide arc to cut at the knee of the next zombie and on the return arc swing, I removed the head.

Darned! I felt good. I got up in time to looked at Ian taking the head off the zombie next to me. I would had missed that one but was saved by Ian. I pulled out the Glock with my left hand and fired at the approaching zombies. I got three in the head with my five shots but the numbers are more than I expected. I found myself surrounded but Ian came to my rescue. He used this horse to kick an opening and led mine through.

"Mount up or we are dead." I took his advise when I left the machete on the grocer with half a face. We rode off and got behind the wires. The zombies had hit the wires and got tangled there like a berserk creature trying to move ahead. The twins shot at the ones which had past the perimeters while I rode to the nearby trench. I threw in the lighter and watched the flammable addictive took off. It tossed up a fire that swallowed up some of the unlucky ones to walked into it.

"Lets ride for the house.' Ian shouted to me. We rode down the hill and dismounted at the lawn. Ian slapped the horses to ride off and went over to his corral to do the others. He knew we would had to make a stand here and the horses don't shoot rifles. They are still blooded creatures and zombies bite anything warm blooded.

 

4.

The snipers on the roof left their marks and leveled some odds but the mass climbing the hill was overwhelming. Then the machine guns roared to sped their heavy projectiles on the approaching zombies. Bodies piles were doubling but they still came. I saw the Soon family with Uncle Bob were pre-occupied at the back yard. They had improvised a barricade wall using the bags of soil and wooden crates. The family were armed with various rifles and automatic. The mother was behind the MG-40 and doing short burst to slowed the approach. I could see Uncle Bob was using his cleavers in both hands like chopping leg bones except he was doing on the arms of the zombies before kicking them over to the boys to shoot them with the shotgun in the faces. Old man Soon was hurling grenades when he saw a group and then hollering the caution but the defenders were past listening. They were just killing to survive.

One zombie came near had a grab on the young Soon' emptied shotgun. He howled out for help and Uncle Bon threw his cleaver like a dart towards the zombie; laying his mark on the back of the head.

 "Never leave home without one, son." Uncle Bon shouted out as he reached for the foot long meat serrated blade. He shoved that hard into the nose of the zombie up into the brain. Then he raised his left leg to kick the body off his blade.

"Darned good blade." Uncle Bob muttered out on the blade sharpness. "I must used you for the coming Thanksgiving Dinner."

Across the house to the right, the Pittsburgh pimp was on the drive through with the double mini Uzi. He had brought down three Zombies which had come close to the window. The fourth one had half climbed in while Pierre was reloading.

"Damned! Steph, that one coming for my prick." Stephanie holding a AK74 Russian automatic rifle turned her body to give it a pepper burst from the rifle. The zombie laid there not moving, while Pierre used his legs to kick it out.

"Remind me to give you a good lick there, butch." Pierre replied as he moved back to position. He was just in time to have an ugly looking dark dude dressed like a vehicle mechanic with the hands holding out. Pierre gave it a full blast.

"Take a bath, man. You would smear all my suit." Pierre shouted back. Across the hall, was his guard, Tiffin with the fisherman long hook. He was spearing them and then used the body to slammed the others. Sometimes he swung the body into the path of the Nordic kins who would do the grace de honor.

"Money, money, I love the rich man's world...." Bjorn was singing to the popular lyrics as he was reloading his Remington shotgun. He had the rifle clasped by his legs while loading with the left hand. His right hand was aiming the Glock at the zombies approaching the window.

"Hey, Brigid. What was the next line?" Bjorn howled out to his cousin.

"Baa baa, shit!" Brigid shot at the zombie trying to climbed over the small wall on her side. She was armed with a FN90 and doing good works on the bullets. "How would I know? I am into technomusic."

Up one leve on the extended back side porch, Sally was holding her stance behind the Browning .50 cal as she mowed down the approaching zombies. Her ammo belt was flinging off as she pressed the trigger. She stopped and then looked over.

"Fucked! That's Ernie." Her one time lover who went for another leaving her a lunch box with a foot long sausage. "I be darned."

Sally reached for her bra cups and drew out the two grenades. She unpinned them and threw it the mindless prick that was zombified.

"Ernie, take your balls back." Sally shouted as the grenades blew up at Ernie legs.

"Hee-haw! Knew you could not stand the pace." Sally swung her barrel and picked on the zombies. Inmate Dick holding position at the other end, aimed his Remington shotgun and muttered out before shooting. He was aiming well at the faces, and got them all with his nasty ammo.

"Prick face, Cunt One..." Dick was taking vengeance on his ordeals while in prison. He does not speak much unless he was shooting. Across the level to the other side was Inmate Harry and Tom. They were shooting at random as they do the dance steps on the porch.

"I got pock face there." Tom spoke up as he reloaded while Dick was aiming at a lady in the green dress.

"I got Mrs Kermit too. I am going for Yellow bird next." Dick moved his barrel on the obese man in the yellow pants. Must had been a golfer.

"Don't you dare touch Officer Kerry there." Tom shot at the zombie dressed as a police officer. "Oops! I got his balls. Sorry, sir. I would get your head now."

 

5.

"There must a reason. They did not come like this before but why now?" Ian asked me as he loosed off one short burst on the zombies. "We need to find it. Or who?"

I ran to each and everyone of my guests for answers but got none. They did what they normally do and nothing was of the ordinary. That was getting to my nerve and so was our ammo supply. The last choice would be the cellar and there was the hidden tunnel to the apple tree at a distance of a hundred feet. It was our escape route for events like this.

It was also then Sid crawled up to me. He had a small box with him.

"I don't know it if this was it. I picked it up from the Research Centre outside Washington." Sid passed me the box. "Please don't tell Pa."

I looked at it and it had the logo of the Hazard Contamination on it. I hated this logo; it was the same sign that I saw three years ago in the secretive establishment of the Chemical Hazard Division. I was the one who helped design the chemical that triggered the contamination. The main culprit was poisoned by me with the same contaminant. I escaped with the formula and was hunted for over three months before the contamination overtaken by arrest order. The contamination spread faster than expected; the water supply was a good conduit and the geometric infestation by bites jumped cleared the predictions. Soon we were down to ten percent mindful people and losing the numbers rapidly. From a chemical analyst, I became a hunter and then other roles until my current one; wine dealer.

I was not sure of the content but I was not keen to know. I grabbed the box and ran for the front lawn. I saw the SUV there and remembered the keys are in there. We all agreed to leave the keys in case it was needed by someone else. I ran to the SUV and jumped in. I looked in time before the mindless hands came crawling. The house guests cleared them for me, but I was not keen into anymore lasagna with tomato sauces. I started the ignition and reversed the SUV before spinning off. I must had ran over more than a close knitted dozen before I hit the sparse numbers on the path. \

I looked back and saw the zombies was drawn to me or the particular box. I drove the SUV over more bodies and found my escaping vehicle hovering on uneven pile of bodies. I activated the 4x4 but I was still stuck. I wished I had taken the Humvee. Just as I was thinking of it then, the Humvee came roaring from my rear. It gave me a back hump and the SUV was off the pile to geared onto more speed. I was cleared but still knocking down zombies to placed me as the top driver for bad, dangerous and furious national statistics. 

I drove on past the hill and reached the river. I traversed the river and went on until I hit the brake. I stopped the SUV and got out. I was in the clear but I am holding the box. I could be driving until the gas runs out and then get gobbled by the locals unless I do something about the box.

Then I remembered the small airstrip nearby. I drove for it and saw there were some planes there; the one I could fly. I loved them small planes; Piper was my choice but I settled for the Cessna Sky-catcher. I took off for the sea and at a distance of ten miles, I recalled there was deep trench there. I weighed the box with a heavy item and dropped it. I then turned the plane and flew for the house. You can't missed it for the burning trenches and the mass of mindless visitors who lost their homing beacon. I landed the plane near the house and passed the keys to the Soon in replacement of the SUV.

"What? That's not from Asia, but I would take it. I can always steal another SUV." Senior Soon was smiling. Then he turned to his wife. "You fly. I would be the instructor. We let the kids steal the SUV."

It took us a week to burned all the bodies with over ten bonfire; turned us off barbecue for a while. As hunters, they salvaged the valuables but I got paid for my wines. Ian spoke to me on the box.

"Did you opened it?" I looked at him and shook my head. He left it at that and went off to find his remaining mares. I looked the older man walked away, and I knew he did not believed me. I did looked into the box, and depressed the beacon switch. It was our fail safe gadget to bring in the affected with the band waves which would triggered the brain to moved them to it. It was called our mouse trap but I was not keen to use trap the mice now as I was one vulnerable  cat.

"Jimmy, we are running short on scotch. Could you fetch some?" Uncle Bob was asking. "I am making baked dishes that needed scotch."

I nodded. I knew the place to get it. It just outside Washington. Not far from the Research Centre. I left the next morning in the pickup, with enough supply to last me a week. On the rear of my truck was the poster that said 'I am not the Ultimate Zombie Hunter. I am the Ultimate All Hunter.'

It was time for me to faced my nightmare and made it into a dream. 

Oz; remake of the tale 1.14

14. The Wizard

One thing about the Tower was the presence of servants are everywhere. They are doing some works or something and for a Tower which does not expect visitors, they are every courteous to us. That is if you don't asked about the Wizard, then the answer would be 'he told us to tell you we don't know'.

Soon we found ourselves tired of finding the Wizard. We must had searched over near a hundred chambers which looked alike and each level looks the same. In the end, we sat ourselves down on a couch in one of the ninety one units, which looked the same like the other ninety other units. Only Droid was standing as it never tires.

"I could continue...." Droid offered. I declined as I told him he would had hit nine hundred and ninety nine and probably still not find the Wizard.

The chamber is the same as mentioned, and there is the couch, bed, dresser, study table, red drapes, and a small reading cupboard. All in the same shades and design.

"Anyone have any idea where we are?" I asked and then I override the question. "Forget it. Let us sit here."

Toto was getting agitated as she kept on prancing around. I wished she would not start dropping her oily substance. Scarecrow was thinking and when she does that she keeps quiet. I also noticed the cat missing. That is fine with me as I cannot stand the cat aloof attitude. Since the Kalidah issue the cat had disappeared. It may be because we found the City then.

Then Scarecrow spoke up.

"Did anyone noticed that none of the servants come into the chambers? They are only in the halls or corridors. Never in any chambers." Scarecrow looked up. "Are they told not to come in? Or they won't come in."

"Droid, replay your memories, on all the chambers, and tell me which one looked differently. In dimension or anything out of place." Scarecrow asked Droid.

Droid the analysis and when it does, its chest panels light up. Then it stopped.

"System, tell me the result." Droid spoke to itself.

"All the chambers are a hologram but this one is not. Its real. We been made to walked into the same chamber except this one, This is two centimeters wider by a meter longer."

I looked around and found the needed answer.

"You can come out now, Wizard." I spoke out to the right hand side wall.

The figure stepped out from the wall. It was standing there blended with the wallpaper; that was what I saw. He looked to me like a wall paper or in this brief manner a roll of wallpaper that rolled back to be one.

"You are the Wizard? Aunt Muzy? Heck you looked like Aunt Muzy." Scarecrow looked at the Wizard like her supposedly dead aunt. Aunt Muzy had died when she was young.

"Do not go towards it. Its a monster." Droid system picked up an image of the dreaded Kalidah. It raised up its battle axe, but Dorothy stopped the droid.

Toto evolved into the gremlin and breathe out its blue flame. She saw a red flame there and she dealt them with her blue flames. She breathe out her flame but she held back at the last moment. It was when the Wizard called out.

"I am coming out. Do not attacked me." The Wizard stepped forth from his image inducer."Oh, do sit. I am the Wizard."

Now they all see the same image once the Wizard turned off his inducer. He is no longer the roll of carpet, or the Kalidah, or the dead Aunt Muzy. He is now an older man dressed in his yellow long tunic with a green cone hat. "My tailor did not make my hat yet; this is the old one. Green is not my favorite anymore."

"I also know why all of you are here." The Wizard smiled. When he smiled, his face cracked into a thousand lines of wrinkles which beamed with his smile. "But it comes with a price."

"Bring me the news of the death of the Witch of the West." The Wizard said it out directly. "I would then give you what you want."

"What do you know of what we want?" I asked him.

"Everyone has a request of the Wizard." The Wizard smiled. "I fulfilled them all. But with a price. My current price is the Witch."

Tawa Incident 1.6

16:00

I sat there as she boiled water from a nearby stream. My itch gone down and my ego flat but I still held the coconut leaf covering my laps. Now I know how Angie my ex-girlfriend felt when she wore the mini with the crotch less strings. Okay, it was one of my fantasies; kinky one but she was a consenting partner in it. It was consenting when we were in the mood for it, but now we are hostile to any of those ideas.

"Angie, I forgive you." I am telling myself to apologize to her when I meet her next. I would also give up on my G-string collections.

"Did you said something?" I looked at her. I shook my head but she was not taking a no for an answer. "You did say something? Was it my butt?"

I shook my head. She then leaned over to at me in at me in the eyes. What do you do when you are discovered lying? You would looked downwards. I swore I was lying but so were there the sight that was laid open for me. It was all real then. She was a 38DD ( conclusion on the teddy size ) but now at the closer look; I can see the shells she had settled there. It bulging the orbs to become 'full moonish' size. ( Elementary, my dear Honey. It was augmented to be grab-able )

"Yes, I was asking for the direction to the stream." She told there was a stream to swim in if I am afraid of barracuda.

She pointed me the direction. I walked there in my Vicious Secrets. It was hidden from the beach by a line of trees. The stream flowed from the nearby hill and was crystal clear. I stood there by the stream and then decided to take a bath. After all, its all over nine hours since my last washup and the water was tempting. I pulled off the teddy and stepped into the water. The water was cool and soothed the pain in my joints. I lowered myself down to the water and let it slide over my body.

"You have room for one more." I looked up and saw what may be termed as the Goddess of Venus. Okay, I lied. She had removed the shells and was flat there like the Heathrow runway. Okay, I lied again; she had some road humps.

She was not taking any replies as she stepped in and sat opposite me.

"I can see you are agreeing with my request." Damned! The water was translucent and revealed my inner thoughts.

"I am sure that was misleading. I just need to pee." I climbed out and stood by the tree. I can assure you that it was difficult to pee then as the periscope was up for action and not for a washup of its lens. It took me effort to re-adjust the specifications and then the periscope went down.

"Did I see Titanic there?" I looked at her. Titanic? I shook my head like dumb fool. Then it hit me of what she meant.

"Titanic broke into two and went down. This one is the Los Angeles Class Submarine with eight Cruise Missiles with Nuclear Warheads" I solemnly declared.

"Well, I am the deepest trench in the Mariana area. Care to test it on me?"

She then pulled me in and did a ballast filled up before diving me down deep. 

"I guess its time to nuke you, Honey."

Thanks to my multi acceptance of love partners, I found her runway just as appealing as the one on the adonis. As one of them said; 'its ain't no handle bars, but we moved around the teats like the mouse over the pad; just tweak to move."

After our sojourn at the stream, I doubt any creatures would want to drink at the stream today. It was swimming millions then.

Zombies Hunter; New Sunrise Part 1

 

New Sunrise

 

Jimmy Loong

July 2013

 

1.

The colonies of New England were rockier and colder than the other colonies. They also had a narrower coastal plain than the colonies. The first people to arrived there were the survivors of the biohazard war. They had no place to go, as the borders of New England ended up against the open sea. Farming was not an option with contamination, but they found the fishes were healthy to be consumed. The plains of the ground allowed them a view of the enemies before it reached their homes. It was then New England had found its future; the last bastion for the survivals of the zombie infested continent. It was ideal to name the house; Last Drinking Post as it was the only standing structure out here on the plains which we could take refuge. After all, I did stored the only available wines within five hundred miles radius inland. I had them collected from around the neighboring states and kept them in the most ideal condition in the cellar. My prized possession was the large barrel from Virginia state; prime and darned good crop that year.

My name is Jimmy, never had a last name; was raised in a foster home with nine adopted siblings and one abusive parent. I slugged it out through adolescent and assumed leadership in my young adult days. I learned to kill with my bare hands when I was five; darned chicken were tough bastards then. Since then, I had moved from domestic to national ranking with kills that ranged from pit bulls to wild gun toting bastards. Name me a fight and I would showed you the scars. I operate this last place out of derelict looking two levels brick house outside the safe walls. It ain't much of a home, with its hinged off windows and scarred paintworks but its safe. I got Billy and Milly on the roof; holding vigil for the clients or the solitary aimless dead minded zombies. They are twins born within a few minutes; caused their mum to die from blood loss, but they are bloody shooters. I had them armed with the Winchesters Model 70 complete with scope; lightweight synthetic stock and the twenty four inch barrel. The rifle weighed under seven lbs and chambered in .30-06. Its a sure kill at five hundred yards.

On the perimeter on his horse was my Texas buddy, Ian Shane who cover the mile radius for any crawling varmints. He was twice my age, bespectacled but held a fast draw Colt on his right side of his belt, or if need be the foot long hunting blade could removed any bad intentions. Ian does not stopped there as he also had on his back the Colt M4 carbine fitted with 'Aim-point' red-dot sight with the single fragment grenade on his chest pocket for that last second throwaway gift before death. He also have a sawn off double barrel shotgun on his saddle for any close up.

In my bar, next to me, would be Sally; my waitress and counter help. She's an amazon with her towering height of over six foot nine, wrestled in the rings with others of her breed, and known to thrown out more men of her bed for bad performance. She was normally dressed in the lowered zipper blouse with matching tight skirts and trainer shoes. On her back would be the foot long machete and in placed of her chesty bosom was the twin grenades stored in the full cups of her bra. For her backup, she had a .38 short stub on her garter belt; she named it her secondary dildo for bad days.

In the kitchen was my cook and personal friend, Uncle Bob; like Ian was past his prime in years but not his ability. He can ruffled up a delicious baked fish dish with the self growth herbs he had grown in the box garden with uncontaminated soil. Bob carried no guns but his cooking knives around his slim belt waist are real choppers and skewers. He was known for his cleaver; the saying was you won't feel nothing after its chopped. When he was not cooking, he was dressed in an apron with the poster of a radioactive contamination warning. It was sanctioned but we preferred he wore some clothes beneath the apron.

With my compliment of staff, you would had thought that the place would be a fortress but that was not to be on one cold morning. We had the splashing of blood to flood a tub over the rim.

 

2.

It was just another morning, with Billy doing the night shift had buggered down only one solitary zombie. Ian was saddling his mare for the morning trot while Bob was hitching up his pants. He was watching Sally still on the bed, stretching herself after a morning rumble. You can't deny Bob can give any Colonel a good licking on any day and Sally would attest to it in a sworn affidavit. I was still on my solitary cot upstairs watching the ceiling creaked. It was probably Milly getting up to do her turn on the watch. I was dreaming of my life back then in the younger days; bashing the lads and humping the girls. It was good those days, but with the contamination, all was gone. Its a hellhole we are in, and the lucky ones get either killed or shipped off to the other continent. Its a sad thing, as only one in ten get shipped while the unlucky ones tries their luck by swimming or suicide. It matters not to the others as they need to keep us from contaminating them.

The bells clanged on the rood; that was our warning for visitors.

I got up and dressed up quick; round neck shirt with denims for jacket and slacks tucked into a set of heavy boots. I pulled on the shoulder harness and holstered in the twin Glock Nine with the foot long ice pick in my right boot. I went downstairs and out the front door. I walked the long wooden bridge way build by Ian to received the guests as he termed it.

 I was joined Ian who had not rode off yet, holding his M14A1 cradled on the elbow. From the distance, I could make out the convoy of vehicles including SUV and even one long silver limousine. It was a convoy of five vehicles seldom seen together but it was there. They were doing top speed over the uneven terrain and does not cared about any rabbit holes on the route.

I knew all of them singularly but hardly knew they travel in a pack.

The vehicles lined up in a row on the front lawn

The first vehicle was the SUV of a far east manufacturer, favored by its occupants; the Asian descent hunter family, Soon comprising father, mother, two sons and one sister. They are searching for their lost grandmother and any lost relatives or ending their misery if they have been contaminated. The second vehicle was the Humvee; eight cylinder diesel with 4x4 works driven by a pair of Nordic kins; Bjorn and Brigid Soderstrom, direct descendants of the Vikings and bad asses to meet on the road. They had this poster of the Ultimate Zombie Warrior pasted on their Humvee hood. They idolized the man in the poster like Stan Lee was to the Marvel fans. 

The third vehicle was a long silver limousine driven by an ex-pimp, his guard and his lady in waiting. They were from Pittsburgh and made the annual trip to seek out our rivals who had turned mindless. His name was Pierre; reckon he had French blood although he looked darker, with his personal guard, Tiffin; built like one except this one shoots bullets. His lady in waiting was Stephanie; forty inches long legs and equal distribution on the weight on the chest with a mean B&D preference. She was always seen with a biohazard gas mask and seldom removed it. Sally commented that she was a heavy breather for being too long in the trade.

The fourth vehicle was the three tonnes military truck with armored sides, and housed a family of hunters'; Pa, Mom, and three sons named the Henderson. The last was a hijacked armored truck that was used to transport gold bars but now housed a trio of prison inmates from Federal Penitentiary of Virginia. Unlike the inmates, these are older inmates named Tom, Dick and Harry. They had escaped the contamination as they were busy trying to dig through the laundry room but ended up in the armory instead. That saved their asses from other abuses.

"Jimmy, we were waylaid by a group of them 'zomlies'" It how's Senior Soon named them. "They are coming on this way."

The Soon siblings were unloading their stuffs from the SUV and laying it on the ground. I could see that they had been busy; gold coated items lined the crates. 

"Heck, them mindless gone bonkers or we are faced with the new breed." That was Pittsburgh talking as he exited from the limo with his dance shoes and pink suit complete with fedora hat lined with ostrich furs. His personal guard stepped out holding a M-40 with both hands and the bandoleer hanging over the shoulder. His bitch stepped out later from the other door with leather wear and heels while holding on a long katana blade. On her waist line was two more shorter blades with a set of knives on her left forearm.

"Sit it, Pumpkin." Inmates Dick hates these pretzels who was his bane behind bars. They ply their trade anywhere and on anyone. "They are not mindless; they are driven by a scent or signal over here."

"I trust Dick theory. He was a bio-chemist professor before he was arrested." Harry answered for Dick as the former was his bank roller on those poorly dished out food supplements. He was handling out the shotguns and rifles from the rear of their truck. Tom was past speaking then as he was busy arming himself.

"Pa saw them too and followed the limo. We reckon you would know something." Sid Henderson was talking then as he pimped the bullets into the Winchester model 700 rifle. "Marty and myself going to go up there and watched for them."

The two brothers then holding a rifle each ran up the hill. I was not surprised that Mom did not stopped them; she raised them tough and brave. I whistled to Milly to assist on the lookup. Ian walked to the corral next to the house and saddled up two more horses. He had five of them in his barn; for the rides, one stallion and four mares. They all fed from the hay strewn on the abandoned Ford truck of some farmers in the corral left there a long time ago. Sometimes on nicer dusk, Ian may be seen on the truck doing a pelvis impersonation for his horses. He claimed it helped them to stud with the stallion.

"Waterloo.... " Them crazy Nordic kins were humming as they checked their wares for what to carry into the house.

"Hey. I got rooms for only two paying customers. There are five of you and we ain't got no couch for rental." I raised up my hands but they were past listening to me. They just paraded into the bridge and made their way to the house. I gave up as what I lack in rooms, I have food and wines.

If they have the gold to pay.

 

New Outlook for the blog

Hi, Its okay, I know I am talking to myself.

Prior to my last conversation, I said I was taking a break from writing........... well, its sadly did not work out. My fingers went tapping in the middle of the night; like a self induced twitch on the joints.

And the brains went ka-pow ( was there such a word.....Gee, too much of Man of Steel can re-worked your brain waves. ).

I would side tracked for a while. During the whole show, I seen everything from alien to army with lots of collapsing building, Lex Luthor' tanker getting blown up but hardly any sight of the 'wheewing beebob ambulance'. I guess they missed that out in the script for disaster movies. My son reply to me, that the fighting sequences reminded him of Dargonball characters. I replied, I thought it was the wasp versus the hornets or was it the ...... never mind, he is not ready for the under the bed stash just yet. Which came to me another side track.

Imagine Supes diving at breakneck speed at Wonder W. Guess that would take a long more than gymnast spread to score pointers there.....

Okay back to reality.

I could not helped it. I had to write and I did write with some short tales. You seen some published. And here's another one.

With Walking Dead, who had the time to go bedding quest. If she screamed, it ain't your performance, its may who going to bite your other cheeks.

Here's to Zombie Hunters....... nasty piece with nastier details....macabre and gory, with tub full of blood. Guess, what? I made each chapter a tale by itself; short and sassy with the clima...... never mind. Just read on.

Tawa Incident 1.5

15:00

I was sitting cross legged on a coconut trunk laid down horizontally at a degree of ten degree jutting out to the sea like a cannon on the fortress walls. I was still not dressed adequately although I still have my G-String on' it was only the string and minus the cup as that was not designed for G-Shock. Something that Z may had forgotten in this current age category. Honey was kind to loaned me a coconut leaf to cover myself, while she figure out which of her attire would fit me. When she bent over to rummage her bags, I almost fell off the coconut trunk from the recoil.

No, there was no one shooting but my shotgun went up into a double barrel size. If anyone had seen the sight I saw, they are bound to be treated with hypertension; I mean acute hypertension. Thankfully I had a safety vial; it was named the seepage valve. 

"Aargh!" I should had checked the leaves for unnamed creatures that crawled on six legs and have a curious antenna for unusual moisture. I almost 'fell off the rail' then as I punched the life out of the red ant but it had left its mark on me. If its was a blow job, then I was truly overblown. I had to excused myself as I made myself walked to the sea again; sat myself there with the leaves above my head. I did keep an eye out for barracuda in case they mistaken that for a red lobster.

"Jon, I found something which you can fit." I looked up at Honey holding the flimsy attire held in her hand. "Its the widest I have; I got it cheap at the Vicious Secrets sales."

Beggars cannot be choosy. I had my ego smoothen down when I grabbed the lingerie offered. It was a teddy but I felt silly with front portion flapping in front of me. I may be a 34BB but this one was designed for a 38DD.

Pit Stop

The door to the Highway stopover opened with a creak; it was all it needed for the hot air to come zipping in. The temperature outside was really hot as we were in the Sonoran Desert area. Here the temperatures can soar from an average of 52º F in the winter, to 86º F in the summer. The air condition unit in the stopover was hauling smoke at its compressor trying to keep the inhabitants there alive.

"Could you come in and close the door?" The waitress was being nice about it. "We ain't exactly in the Artic here."

The person stepped in and we were treated to a grand sight. The new arrival was dressed in a clown suit with the red nose and paddle flop shoes. The clown walked in and took a seat by the counter. He was followed by a tall figure in a plain denims and sporting a baseball cap.

"Sorry, folks. We got lost on our way to California." The clown spoke up as he reached down to removed his shoes. "Darned thing won't make me sit right."

I guess that was a joke but Maria next to me held back her chuckle on the line. I walked up to the two gentlemen and offered them a cold drink; a long tall glass of Arizona Green Tea. The clown asked for a straw to go with the tea. I guess he does not want to smudge his lipsticks on the glass. The tall man then asked how far was the nearest town, if they have to spend the night.

"You got about another hundred miles before you find a motel if you go on, or turn back twenty for the last motel you passed." I swiped my glasses after cleaning them.

"The last one, under renovation. We would moved on after the fill up." He was referring to the gas pumps or was it the clown as he let off a flatulence that could be heard all the way to Los Angeles.

"Pardon me." The clown gave one his trademark smiles. "I couldn't help it."

The other patrons of the stopover broke out in laughter. I had a truck driver; one of the regulars on his usual route California-Mexico, a larger than normal girth around the waist Joe "Burger' Mitchum. He was nursing his drink while swallowing pain killers for his back pain. There was a young couple from Los Angeles doing the 'drive south' trip soon after their marriage whom I called the lovers. There was my usual silent friend, the native American, High Horse John. He comes over twice a week for his drinks and food; he sells his native wares while he sits there. He had sold to the lovers a set of talisman made from Arizona own state rocks. Or so claimed by him, but I knew he had them shipped in from Mexico for a fraction of that price.

"So you are passing by? Well, make yourself at home." I told my new customers and went over to speak to Maria on the new dishwasher.

"We would do so, if you hand over your cash there." I looked back on the clown who had drawn out a Uzi sub machine gun. His tall friend had then drawn an automatic on the others. Maria went into a shock and screamed her head off, which the clown did a short burst on her. She went flying past the kitchen door with her extra large bosom cherry red in shades. Darned! I just bought her that new cherry red bra and now its all blended into one colored chemise look on her. There goes my mail order value.

"Money in the machine. Take it but don't shoot no more." I voiced up as I backed over to the kitchen door. I looked down at Maria; rather awkward with her spread eagled on the flooring in her tight waitress dress. I loved that dress; being a reality show for me on those hot nights but on her now, it looked ugly.

"Heck, he got only a few fives here." The tall one had walked over and checked the machine. He pointed the automatic at me. "I ain't got all day. So where's the money?"

I pointed to the box below the counter. He reached for it and tried to open the cover. It was then Joe spoke up.

"Guys, I would suggest a reprieve. We got a wind up tornado coming at us." Joe pointed to the scene outside where the Sonoran flora was seen to tossed up like gum wrappers in the wind. "I would suggest we buckled down."

I did not hesitate as I ran past the tall man to reached for the window shutters. I pulled them down and latched it with the help of Joe who was familiar with the situation. John was of no help as he just wrapped up his wares into the leather bags of his and put on the dark shades.

"I saw nothing, heard nothing and be darned, I ain't nothing here." He muttered out. The lovers meanwhile had crouched underneath the table; holding dearly to each other as if the end of the world was coming due. I ran to close the last shutter as the wind hit the structure. There was some banging and on the walls and roof, but we were still holding on well. Then one part of the shutter came lose and the dust came swirling in. It was time to seek more secured shelter. I looked at the two highway robbers who had seek shelter behind the counter.

"Follow me if you want to live." I hollered to them as the wind made the sounds like Maria when she was in the throes of orgasm. The two robbers followed me to the kitchen, where I indicated a trap door.

"Its the store area. It can only accommodate two, so get in." The clown and the tall man went over to opened the trap door. It was dark inside but they went down. Once they were in, I closed the trap door and latched it. I could make out some screaming and shooting but then it was the wind which was louder. I walked out to the front and unlatched the shutters. Joe opened the door and walked out into the wind. Then the wind died down like it never happened.

"Thanks, Joe." I told the truck driver when he walked back in. I was joined by John who carried his bags of wares.

"Time to go, John." The other nodded and left with Joe following close behind. I walked up to the young lovers and saw them sleeping below the table. They would wake up soon, and not remember anything.

"The sacrifice worked. Mama Echidna very pleased. Threesome was always pleasing to her." I turned to looked at Maria. She had removed her dress and the cherry red bra dangled by her right elbow. The blood had caked up but the bullet holes had all disappeared.

"You brought one size too big. It flops inside the cups." I knew as that was how l liked my milk shakes.

"You need a shower, babe." I told her when I held her in my arms. Our lips clasped and the tongues twirled around ease other. "I got a large viper measured for your pit."

"If its pleases me, or I would let my fangs do the biting." Maria pulled away and walked to the rear of the kitchen where the shower room was situated. I loved those dainty red g-strings. They brought out the scales in her rear back. I followed her as I removed my shirt to let the cold air soothe my scale ringed back. One thing about us Viper tribe people, was that we do like to have a afternoon siesta especially after a sacrifice to the pit viper lair. The place was not called the Viper Pit for fun; its our front entrance to the world of ours.

Thankfully, we only sacrificed criminals and not innocent travelers. We get a few like the two clowns every now and then. I must thank John for the tornado distractions; he came from a line of shaman and they knew their trade well. You could always said John was a bag of hot winds.

 Footnote:

In Greek mythology, Echidna (Ancient Greek: Ἔχιδνα, "she viper") was half woman half snake, known as the "Mother of All Monsters" because most of the monsters in Greek myth were mothered by her........ ouch, I been bitten.

 

 

 

Tawa Incident 1.4

12:00

I stepped out of the sea still clad in my G-string and raised my arms to brush my hair back. I was sure when the ladies do that on the screen, the seat suspension goes up and down. But not this time; mine was just stepping out of the bushes with a spear gun. I reached for my dagger at my waist by instinct ( okay, I lied; I was going to adjust my cup-page in front to make sure they are in place. ), then I remembered that I am without a dagger.

I raised up my arms to the back of my head again but then my bladder called out to be released. I mean I could had done it earlier, but I was afraid to contaminate the sea. More to it, I did not want to wet myself in front of a lady. So I moved my legs into a twist to hold it back.

"I am Honey Rider; Shell Hunter. So quit your Mr.Universe pose. I just need you to tell me how to get some suntan. I am fresh out of it." My mouth fell open at her request and lost my control then. I ran back to the sea and soak myself in there. I can still see her standing there, so I waved to her.

"Its cooler in here." I remembered that line from Blue Lagoon or was it the Creature from the Lagoon. I am not sure but the noon sun was burning me crab red on my skin. After having contaminated the sea, I walked back and approached her.

"Step no more. I would need to remove it." I was taken aback by her sudden change of behaviour. She had pulled out a dagger before approaching me. Of all the ladies, I have to meet; this one turned out to be a man killer or an Amazon.

"Please, I meant no harm." I raised my hands up. It was then she motioned for me to look down. I did and saw the small barracuda having its claw at my lower left thigh; a short distance away from God's gift wrapped in my g-string. It must had mistaken me for a fresh shrimp or a cat fish. There was such a thing called delayed reaction to pain inducement. I hollered aloud but she tripped me before grabbing the barracuda. She had it pulled off and tossed to the sea.

"Let me soothe it down for you." I heard her but I was losing consciousness then. No, it was not the bite but the soothing effect when she caress my thigh. If that was an after shock, it was shocking pleasurable.

Oz; remake of the tale 1.13

13. The Emerald City

We found a way to cross over back to the yellow brick road just before the city; it was a shallow end caused by the access growth of mosses there.

"Green Shades for five silver pieces each" I looked at the Guardian of the Gate. I walked up to the figure dressed like a Circus Ring Master, but instead of a whip and megaphone; he holds a green pad with a box filled with green shades in it. I frowned at the suit he had; instead of garish colors, its all green.

"Lady, these are already reduced. You just missed the last limited edition of the 'Elton' design. Those caused seven pieces with a crocodile tie pin."

In the end, Scarecrow paid for it with some silver from her bag. We then took first step into the city.

If the Emerald City is what its name represent, then the correct shades would be its green like the jungle before it. The creator of the city have tried to make everything green including its water lanes are coated with mosses and not a path which was not planted with green shrubs. The landscape engineer here made the correct remarked well; 'here we removed the flowers and keep the leaves."

But Emerald City is a not place to live in, unless you are part of it. The sleaziest of the cons, the heathen of the crime lords and the bended crooked associates all lived in here. To them the daily chaos was to create more chaos. One mobster said it well; 'the red on the streets after a fight gets cleaned faster than the table cloth changed.' The whole of Emerald City is run by the Wizard, but no one seen him at all. He works in the background and rarely surfaced. The last time, he was to appeared; twenty four residents died of heart failure. They could not take the anxiety level and collapsed on hearing that he won't be turning up at all. Many also claimed that the Wizard works with the Witches, but the differences was he never intervene on any deals as long as he gets his cut on it.

"Tell me, Scarecrow. How do we find the Wizard?" I asked her as we been walking for days now in the city. "No one have ever seen the Wizard."

"If you are the wizard, where would you stay? Or rest?" Scarecrow asked.

"A high tower. The tallest if I am the powerful one." I point to the tallest tower in the center of the city. "He would be there."

It was Scarecrow who found the possible solution but getting it was another issue. We were trying to secure the contraption that would carry us up. It was a hot air balloon which we saw afloat around us. There was another issue related to that.

 No one wants to deal with us. Even at the premium price which we offered. The words on the streets was we are off limits, courtesy of the Witch. We ended up sitting at the tavern. At least here the owner valued his silver pieces more than some threat.

"So you took my statement to mind, or is it heart." The tavern owner laughed out loud. What would you expect from a thin frame with a pockish face. The owner swept his hand over his half reclining head to his shoulder length hair. He told us his name was Drake and then when we asked him again, he mentioned it was Nealy. So after that no one asked him anymore but just addressed him as the owner.

"If you got the silver, I have the drinks. It may not send you to the skies, but it would give you some sleep." The owner laughed again until Droid walked up to him.

"I don't drink and I am also one very impatient machine. Tell me who we can talk to or I would shave your hair off and tie it around your neck." The droid moved nearer to the owner who still looked at him with a smile.

"Mr Machine, you do not understand. The only one whom you can speak to is me. I may be the tavern owner here but i am the fixer outside this walls. Why don't you think for a while? Everyone fear you but not me." The owner smiled again. "Because as the fixer, I need not fear anyone. Not even the Witch."

"So do you want a drink now?" The owner asked again.

"I want my answer." Droid was not amused. "So tell me or ..."

"Oil Change? Its also environmentally friendly." The owner produced a can of green lubricant in his hand. Droid wanted to hit him but I stopped him.

"Droid, he can helped us. Please step back." I looked at the owner. "Fixer, tell me what we need to do."

"Buy my drinks first." We did as he asked, and for the seventh time I asked him. Then he answered me on the eighth time.

"I do deliver; wines and sweet condiments. The Wizard likes mint after dinner." The owner paused. "The next one is this evening."

Droid laughed out loud. Scarecrow looked at him and wondered why the droid laughed. But the laughter was infectious; they all started laughing.

"Its the air. There is something in the air." Scarecrow reached into her bag and pulled out a vial. She opened the vial cover and placed it over her nose. She then stopped laughing. She passed the vial to me, and looked to Droid.

How does it affect the droid? Its a Munchkins potion; used in parties to make it joyous. It only affects those who can breathe it in. But droid is a machine. Or is it?

The droid took a sniff of the vial and was back to normal.

"Get down!" Scarecrow shouted out. She pulled me down just as the darts came flying in. Toto on seeing me under threat evolve into the griffin. It used its wings to flap up a wind to stop the flying darts. Droid on seeing the new threat rushed out and faced the new threat.

It was a group of five dark dressed figures wrapped around fatigue from head to the toes. The fatigue contained a number of pockets which they kept their darts. They reached in and drew out darts to throw. The darts sharp end does not hurt the droid but the chemical it was coated with burned into the droid surface.

"System Alert! Multiple incision causing circuits breakdown." The droid withdraw to hide behind a cover but griffin on rushing out; released its blue flame. The flames caught on the dark dressed figures and then their fatigue caught fire. They started withdrawing from the street.

"Who was that?" I shouted out.

"Winkies!" Scarecrow shouted out. "They are the Witch followers."

"Darned! Don't the Witch have any enemies?" I shouted out. I am beginning to hate this pair of boots. I wanted to take it off and threw it away. But it won't come off.

"Drinks anyone?" The owner appeared at his doorway holding a mug. "Its the house finest."

Darned this owner never lets up.

The evening, I hit in the cart with Toto encircled with barrels of wine. The droid was laid flat on its back on the cart bottom, while Scarecrow was dressed like a barmaid walking with the owner.

"You sure our disguise would work?" I whispered out to Scarecrow. Scarecrow hushed me as we are marching through the Emerald City streets to the tallest tower. 

Everybody we met asked the owner if we had left. They all seemed to know that we were there in his tavern. He denies everything and offered everyone a drink from the barrel. Soon we came to the tower, and its guarded by a squad of five burly looking guard in a yellow guard dressing with a long green shaded spear.

"Hello, Tavern owner." The head of the guards greet the owner. "Pardon our dressing. The green uniform bored the Wizard, he had us changed to yellow. I feel awkward."

"Fear not, I am here." The tavern owner laughed as he served them drinks while Scarecrow pulled the cart. Soon enough we are in and we got out of the cart. Scarecrow changed back to her usual drabs. We walked up to the main door of the tower.

It opened by itself. Then a figures stepped out. Its another Winkies but this one smiled. Its dressed in yellow shades instead of the dark shades like the dart throwers. It was very courteous to greet us. One common factor among them was they all seemed to look alike. Its like a process of cloning. It may be courteous but its firm on keeping its master's privacy.

"Welcome to the Wizard Tower. The Wizard tell me that if anyone asked for him, he is not in." The Winkies proceed to close the door.

"Okay, please tell the Wizard we won't be coming in." Scarecrow told the Winkies who paused in closing the door and then nodded. Maybe it was expecting us to throw a tantrum but we were equally courteous. We were all then left standing there outside the tower. It was Scarecrow who smiled and reached for the door knob. The door open on her turning the knob.

 

"Shall we?" Scarecrow invited us in.

 

 

Tawa Incident 1.3

Day Minus Two 

0:00

I can assured you that if the military entertained you to a flight, don't expect the F18, picture a Spitfire blown up to its maximum seams and fitted with a set of Rolls Royce engines, then you got me there. I am strapped in the cargo hold with a bag that says 'pull me, in case'..

Just as I was getting comfortable, the plane took off in the dark. I was given a IPAD which showed me the faces of the potential targets. My first one lived in the Cayman Islands; a genius with the personality of a doctor but he is not a medical doctor. He is doctor of criminology like his idol, Professor Moriarty.

Doctor Julian Yes aka 'Dr. Yes' runs a private beach with his personal guards where he maintains a SPA resort for the famous and wanted by the authorities. He keep the curious onlookers away with a fable dragon that spat streaks of fire. He even subdued the best of Special Forces from five nations, with more than their egos bruised. Dr Julian Yes had also a dossier on him that he was into aeronautics; with the possibility that he was working with satellites to do some nasty works. The person who was previously assigned to shadowed Dr Yes belongs to same department as me. He was found dead in the barracuda infested sea by the fishermen. They dragged his body to the jetty, and the rumors was that he was killed by the infamous "Three Fisherman". The wounds were the same as the previous murders. No one dares to encroached on the "Three Fisherman".

At the dot of Zero, I was sent plunging down to the Cayman Island courtesy of a boot kick into my butt by the Sargeant at the rear of the C130. Just before I was flung out, I hollered back to the NCO; "I say old friend, I would preferred some foreplay before the incursion."

If this was his idea of Mile High, I was not impressed even though I had my legs spread out wide. I can assured you landing after a jump at 10,000 feet was also not my idea of humping. I felt the wind on my face as it removed some of the acne implanted there. They did not briefed me how to jump or land, more so to close my legs when I was landing. I landed with my butt aching more than my ego.

I slowly made my way to the nearest town dragging my sorry butt all the way. Half way, there I was surprised to see a car was waiting for me. It was driven by Itu who had travelled first class on a direct flight with Hehe.

"Kemo-sabe, your ride is here." Itu smiled at me. "Our GPS Locator went kaput. We could not locate you but some farmer told us that a man resembling you was on this road."

"Thank you. How did they recognise me?" I was ever curious.

"Well, you were supposed to jettison your chute, not dragged it behind with the nation flag flying behind. I think they seen enough of movies to know when a person lands by the chute." Itu had a good laugh.

I am beginning to hate this job.

Our first stop was at the hotel; a suite with a jacuzzi and Hehe was in there smiling dressed in a bikini. I stripped down and stepped in, but she told me Itu was joining them soon. Itu did come in later dressed in his shorts and slipped in very comfortably.

"You left your skivvies outside. Was it wet or you felt it too constricting?" I am beginning to hate this man too.

Hehe was briefing me on my next move; Crabs Island. Its the home of Doctor Julian Yes; my next target. By then, my mind was on something else. More on the tracks the need get a shrink to explain to me why I am sitting there without my shorts. More so, who ever uses the jacuzzi at 0300hrs for a briefing must be mad. More so without skivvies. . 

6:00

At the break of dawn, I decided to do some fishing at the nearby jetty. I can't sleep after that jacuzzi; I meant to say the walls were too thin at my hotel, and the neighboring room were relentless in their effort that night. It must had been the crabs or shrimps; they make you 'virile' according to the chef. Itu and Hehe had retired to their own rooms, leaving me with a verbal 'pant-ing ' show on the idiot box to fantasize on. I went out that morning in my flowery shirt and shorts armed with a fishing rod; borrowed from the hotel.

 

No, I was not hoping to fished out a bikini bottom and have a tourist running for it to me but I was to meet a man named Trouble at the quay based on the briefing.

Instead I ended up in an argument with boatman at the quay.

"I am not here to trouble you. I said I am looking for Trouble." I looked at the dark skinned once muscular man now reduced to flaps and flops. He was adamant to seek trouble with me.

"I, Trouble. So tell me why you want Trouble." Geez, this guy must had picked up his English in some bars. In the end, I turned my back and showed him my finger. Its the universal sign of 'piss off'. That he understood very well. He came up to me and grabbed the back of my shirt. I whirred around and tried to pushed him off but he was faster. He had me in an armlock and fastened to the ground. I yelled out. Suddenly, my inner self took off when I twisted my body to break his arm lock and landed the chop on his wrist. I would had hurt him more, if not for Itu who came over to stop the fight.

"Trouble, he is 2012. Let its ride." Itu smiled and walked on. 

"By George, you should had told me who you were earlier." The man released me and pulled me up. "Telix is waiting for you at the cantina."

"Telix? Who the hell is Telix?" I wanted to tell Trouble that I am not meaning another stranger and get harassed again. I was not sure how I managed to do those chops but heck, I love it. I am beginning to feel like Bruce Lee. I walked to the cantina, and saw one other person sitting there. He was dressed like myself; a fragging tourist. When I said that, I did not mean he wears the garish shirt or carrying a fishing rod. Telix was all dressed up in a bathrobe and head bandaged with a towel. He is a tall man of over six feet and weighs maybe sixty five kilos; scrawny bastard would be a more direct description. He sat down on the wicker chair and crossed his legs. Then he adjusted the robe so that his legs are covered. 

Telix, or Telix Lexis, AIC operative. AIC stands for Alien Investigation Company; they are like UNCLE from the across the ocean and answering to a different boss; they also ran covert task for anything that affect the locals being invaded by aliens including those from outer space.

He noticed my observation and bit his lower lips.

"Darling, the cover up was I disliked the darned mosquitoes biting me there. The itch from the herpes infection was bad enough." Jugs, I almost the drop the cup of tea I was about to drink. In my mind was does herpes transmit by touch. He then offered me his hand to shake.

"Telix Letter at your service." I waved my hand like in the football game; swinging from left and right above my head.

"Oh, good old hello style. Yeah, I can do that too." Telix did the same. By George, I am not swapping hands with him. Or sharing any pot of tea with him. But he brought out the bottles of tequila and after three more of that, we forgot all about infections and enjoyed the man's talk.

Telix told me a lot of Julian Yes; an alien here, moved in five years ago and bought an island, removed the locals to the mainland built a fortress there to treat the rich only.

"He brought his money here and thwart local participation. But he did not pay the local mafia for clearing the aliens. " That was why the AIC was onto him. "Nasty perps; wouldn't accept my appointment to see him on my herpes."

I excused myself when Telix offered me to share the Jacuzzi with him. I told him, I had enough of jacuzzi; the bubbly waves makes me sea sick. I was going fishing with Trouble.

Soon I myself on the boat on the water trying to do some fishing with Trouble signing at the wheel. He told me it was a good cover identity; silly tourist trying to fish in barracuda. I would had done better to the fishes if he had sang "Choo Choo Train" from Mickey Mouse, but he had to sing "Be My Guest." That scared even the barracudas'.

Trouble also showed me the island was owned by Dr Yes. Its called Crabs Island. They specialize in crabs infection. But Trouble caution me on the dragon. The locals feared it.

"Dragon? Are you sure there are such creatures? Then I am Saint George." I laughed out at my own joke.

As there was no fish biting on my bait, I striped down to my G-string and flexed my body at the keel. Holy Craps! I was not enticing Trouble but rather my inner self wanting to be baked in the sun. More to it, I needed the tan on my back where the skivvies covers it most time. You can't have a white strip across your butt on the screen; it would spoil the view on screen.

I don't know if it was me or the Sun but soon I was tempted to swim.

I jumped into the water and swam to Crabs Island.