SICKENED (Book One) (The Filthy Apocalypse Series)

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Authors: Dick Gear
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hanging off my flesh.
    I get to scratching. It burns and itches and soon I’m bleeding and puss is splattering everywhere. I can’t believe that stupid bitch gave me a venereal disease. I need to get to a clinic. I need antibiotics fast.
    I dab some wet toilet paper on my open sores and then toss it in the bowl and flush. “Fuck,” I whisper, staring at the bizarre mess on my genitals. It looks a like bowl of rotten Spaghetti-O’s.
    Pulling up my pants, I stifle the urge to sob like a baby. I need more beer. I want to get blackout drunk and forget tonight ever happened. Tomorrow morning I’ll go to the clinic and get this shit checked out.
    Where will you go after that?
    I’m still hoping that I’ll be able to go back home.
    I still don’t know what’s going on with Nana. Hopefully she’s okay and dad checked on her. Maybe whatever temporarily got into her is over with now.
    But deep down I know that Nana isn’t okay. Whatever went wrong with her—I can’t imagine it’s gotten better by now.
    I walk out of the bathroom and Fergi is watching me from the hallway, a twinkle in her eye. “That was no piss,” she yells at me, pointing. “You were in there way too long. You took a shit!”
    “I did not.”
    “Let me see that brown streak,” she says, walking toward me aggressively. “Out of my way, shitboy.”
    “Hey, take it easy.”
    She tries to push past me, but I don’t move. Now she’s pushing at my chest. But she’s doing it in a really odd way. Kind of…sexual. Half-fighting me, half-groping me.
    Suddenly her mouth is on mine and her tongue pushes between my lips. “Oh, Robert,”
    she moans.
    “My name is Danny.”
    “Shut up. You’re Robert Pattinson. Call me Bella.”
    Her hand strays down to my groin and I move away. “Hey, take it easy,” I chastise.
    She stares at me with a confused look. “What? Are you nervous because I made those comments about cocktail wieners to your friend? You think it means I need some huge dick to satisfy me?”
    “No, I just—“
    “Robert, I don’t need a big dick. Cocktail wieners are fine too. What I love about you is your face. I want to sit on Robert Pattinson’s pale vampire face.”
    “Listen, you’re fucking drunk. You’re wasted. I don’t fuck with wasted chicks. I don’t feel like getting accused of date rape tomorrow.”
    Her eyes narrow. “Go fuck yourself, Robert. I’m not that drunk. You’re just chicken shit.” She spins and walks off. “And I smelled that shit you took in the bathroom!” she yells over her shoulder as she goes.
    Christ, I think. This is by far the worst night of my life. If my balls didn’t look like a pepperoni pizza right now, I would have taken Fergi into the bathroom and bent her over the toilet. Instead, I got nothing. I feel like a complete loser.
    “What’s that?” someone yells from the living room.
    “Turn down the music!” Someone else yells.
    The music is turned off.
    And that’s when I hear it. Someone is screaming outside.
    I run to the living room where everyone’s gathered by the windows and staring outside.
    “What the hell is that?” A girl shrieks.
    “Jesus, that’s fucking sick!”
    “Oh my god! Oh my god!”
    Pandemonium. I make my way to the window and squeeze in so I can see what’s happening. Across the street, in the neighbor’s yard, two people are locked in a struggle.
    But it’s not a fair fight. A fat, naked man is on top of a smaller, clothed man. And the naked man is eating the other guy’s face. Literally.
    I stumble back from the window along with everyone else.
    Someone pukes. Their puke splatters over Shep’s green couch.
    Another person faints dead away and hits his head on Shep’s coffee table. A gout of blood pours from his temple as lies twitching on the floor.
    Shep is standing there with his mouth open, his eyes like two saucers.
    Teddy points at me. “You were right, Danny! Holy shit, you were right!
    Fucking zombies! Zombies!”
    Everyone looks at

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