CHAPTER 8
Matt and Eddie grabbed Jimmy by his biceps and attempted to pull him off the monster that killed his girlfriend whom he continued to call "Payton", surely; only god could've known why.
"You like that Payton? Huh?" screamed Jimmy hysterically at the clearly deceased creature while pumping his fists down on it like augers drilling into the Earth. "You done screwed up now, y-you rat-prick." despite Matt and Eddie's rash attempts to restrain his blows, they simply couldn't press the former boxer's powerful arms. They were like pistons, nonstop and without tire they pounded away at the green corpse; his knuckles were like a savage pack of dogs, tearing away at the green flesh and sending shreds of it every which way.
"C'mon Jimmy, it's done." Urged Matt who felt bad for even trying to break the grim reality to his best friend; he strained to tear Jimmy off the creature. For Jimmy's sake. But he wasn't budging.
The jawbone was now exposed and a grim realty swept over the Sara, as the teeth began to show and the tongue was exposed.
"Oh my..." Sara said, still choking on tears that were left over from witnessing the passing away of her best friend. "Gosh." she said softly in a tone of disbelief.
She knelt beside the corpse and watched Jimmy tear away at the corpse. His face was splattered with inky black blood and his hands warmed from the same gooey blood, pure nightmare fuel for a Mormon girl such as herself.
Jimmy continued to pound the beast, unrelenting and unforgivingly while roaring and growling viciously at the corpse. He popped its left eyeball and it exploded with viscous black blood like a paintball. The skeletal structure of an eye socket appeared as the flesh was ripped away.
"Ok. Jimmy. For goodness sake..." cooed Sara, trying to reach Jimmy; she put her icy cold palm on Jimmy's blood riddled arm.
Sara stopped the machine and seemed to exorcise whatever spirit or animalistic ghost that haunted the machine as Jimmy stopped striking the body.
Jimmy looked down at the face, and so did Matt and Eddie after they released their grip on Jimmy and observed the specimen over his shoulder.
The green and red speckled skin was torn away at the left eye, lower jaw, and cheek. Jimmy observed the skeletal structure; the jawbone was just like a human's. A high cheekbone protruded from it's left cheek and inside the mouth he could see a raw red tongue laying motionless in it's mouth.
And finally, the victim of Jimmy's vicious and voracious right hook; the left eye of the eyes socket was left completely exposed. The bone wasn't white but was hued a odd slightly dark grey color. Jimmy stuck his fingers inside the socket and pulled out little strings out like spaghetti wrapped around a fork, it must've been connected to the popped eyeball at one point. Oddly enough, it didn't seem like they were attached even before the eyeball was popped like a balloon. The monster had to have been blind, hence the milky white glazed eyes.
"It must've... It has to be... is it?" stammered Jimmy looking at Sara like a scared kid splattered with grape jelly, except the hard truth being that it was blood.
"Uh..." muttered Sara thoughtfully, still examining the head of the creature. She thought it looked human enough, so it wasn't completely out of the question. And there she was, foolish for thinking there was a disconnect form those old black and white zombie films she watched as a kiddie and the reality she lived in. Hopefully, just maybe, she wasn't a fool and about the disconnect, maybe...
"There isn't one." Sara said under her breath by complete accident. She did this often when she got too deep into her thoughts, she would blurt out whatever that was on her mind and now was manifested in the air in the form of sound waves. The adult figures in her life said she spoke her mind far too often.
"What was that, Sara?" asked Matt looking up from the corpse and at Sara, and past her bold Helvetica formed glasses and into her beautiful sapphire eyes. Matt could pick from any wide range of hotties involved in the Miami night scene. Yet, somehow, he fell for a girl he grew up with a cute little crush on and later fell in love with; he couldn't bare even thinking about loving or falling for another girl. He hadn't had a meaningful relationship since he was fifteen; just constant and repetitive alcohol fueled one-night stands that left him feeling cheap and horrible inside.
Sara knew this to be a fact via numerous sob emails he had sent to her over the years ever since he was drafted to be on the Miami Dolphins. She knew it all, his pain and anguish, the disparity, and his damaging addiction to tequila and vodka. But alas, Sara proudly sported a 2 carat diamond wedding ring, she was taken; her husband surely treated her better than he ever would've.
She had six children, one poor boy with five older sisters. Her husband though, what a lucky guy. But six children. Wow. "Gee, That must've hurt" blurted out Mat comically. He did the same thing Sara did. Maybe what they said was true, even with helmets; getting bashed in the head repeatedly would eventually cause in some sort of screwed up trauma.
Sara looked back at him, confused. "What must've hurt?"
"Oh, nothing. You know me," he said jokingly with a nervous chuckle as he made a finger guns and made a gunshot noise with his mouth, pulling away the finger gun. "always lost in my own mind" damn right, he thought, he knew he needed to wake up.
"Ok..." said Sara estranged as she averted her gaze back to the corpse. Dang, thought Mat, if he couldn't have her then he would at least like it if she didn't see him as a weird lovesick puppy dog with a million dollars who couldn't let go of the past or an ideal future. Maybe, he thought to himself, that's who he really was. God, he needed to grow up.
"Anyhow..." she huffed as she puled a band from her wrist and pulled back her hair into a curly ponytail that bobbed when she moved her head. "Y'all might know a little something about my husband," Ugh, there she goes with her husband again, thought Matt. Whatever, he thought, he'll get over it, and he’d have to. "He's a doctor, and I’m his dumb blonde wife;" she said with a chuckle trying to lighten up the tense mood, it was like trying to convince a snake to ease it's grip on it's prey. It simply just wasn't going to happen. "and I doesn't take a genius to figure out this... this th-thing might've been, at one time, a... human."
Dun, dun, duunnn! Jimmy, Eddie, and Matt could hear the suspenseful music after she said that. But it couldn't be, that would mean this thing had to be some sort of zombie, and this surely wasn't no Romero flick. Jimmy couldn't believe it, saying his first sane words since the slaughter of his girlfriend.
"So that would mean by what you're saying..." he accompanied his speech with a rolling gesture with his hands.
"Yeah?" added Sara, motioning for Jimmy to finish whatever it was he was about to say.
"It means that we're dealing with some sort of real life zombie?" the room fell hush as they waited for Sara's response, the suspense was rising and the Jaws theme must've been playing in their heads.
"Yes, that 's what I was implying." said Sara, annoyed. For how smart Jimmy was, common sense seemed to evade him an awful lot.
"Well... Damn." said Jimmy freezing for a second; pucker his lips and then releasing them. Without any clear distinction on whether he was being sarcastic or not, he said, "That's freakin awesome."
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