around and face Tempest, indignant fury traversing his pockmarked face.
It was a mistake.
They were a whisker away from the door out, shielded by the gals with the all black outfits and gleaming bladed weaponry, and Lincoln’s abrupt halt stilled the forward motion of the escaping congregation.
From underneath a merch table set up near this door slid a female zombie, one of the overweight numbers in too-tight black pants and a 'Waking the Cadaver' top. Her pustule-riddled face emerged between Lincoln’s thighs as fleshy sausage fingers seized his legs and dragged the weighty body up.
It was one of the very few times Lincoln had ever been in a position with a woman between his legs like this.
It was also the last.
Gnashing teeth clamped around his groin and a cavernous mouth closed around it, grinding and gnawing in deep.
A terrible scream of agony ripped from Lincoln’s throat as blood welled out around the creature’s face, saturating the denim of Lincoln’s jeans, and it was an automatic impulse for him to beat with his fists upon the dirty blonde hair of the undead assailant.
The crotch chopper tore her face away and with it came Lincoln’s genitals and a great mouthful of denim and fabric, probably a zipper in there somewhere too, leaving a bloody, raw-edged chasm in the man’s pelvic region.
The savage shock and the weight of the zombie bitch between his thighs dragged Lincoln down to the floor and this time the undead penis gulper landed her teeth a little higher up, biting into his stomach with horrible flesh-rending sounds.
"No!!!" Miranda screamed in an ululation of desolate despair, but there was nothing any of them could do now.
Lincoln was cactus, his face contorted with the most excruciating agony as the nightmarish fiend ate her way through the skin, the subcutaneous tissue below and deeper, striving to bury her face in the ropes of internals and meaty organs inside.
Tempest punched his Bowie knife into the base of the zombie woman’s neck and this time he did drive it right in enough to sever the spinal cord, almost getting it lodged before Blizzard assisted by stabbing both his blades into the wound, sawing and cutting it wide enough to release the Bowie as its serrated blade ripped more bloody gouges.
Lincoln was still alive at this point, his eyes wide with horror and pain, but clearly he wasn't going to be for long.
He stared in morbid disbelief at the ragged hole in his abdomen, trailing snakes of intestines, and below that, the missing section between his legs.
"We can't...oh my god!" Miranda shrieked. "Do something!"
Black turned around, his eyes somehow expressing an apologetic sorrowful tinge within the usual eerie stare, and then, as the four girls at the door bordered the path for Seth, Julietta, Mark, Miranda, Dax, Blizzard and Tempest to come through, he lifted his katana and brought it down fiercely.
His blade sliced Lincoln's head from his body, toppling it among the cluster of zombie corpses.
CHAPTER FOUR-ESCAPE
"What did you do?" Miranda bawled at Black as he emerged from the chaotic room of pummelling death metal zombie triggers and undead flesh-eaters, his sword blade dripping fresh blood. "What did you do?"
She beat at him ineffectually with open palms that closed to fists.
"Would you rather he die as quick and humanely as possible, or would you rather he die in the most horrible, screaming agony you could imagine, still alive while he is being chewed to pieces?" Black was looking at her, but speaking to them all. "I made the choice for you, and it's one I would like granted to me
It was a mistake.
They were a whisker away from the door out, shielded by the gals with the all black outfits and gleaming bladed weaponry, and Lincoln’s abrupt halt stilled the forward motion of the escaping congregation.
From underneath a merch table set up near this door slid a female zombie, one of the overweight numbers in too-tight black pants and a 'Waking the Cadaver' top. Her pustule-riddled face emerged between Lincoln’s thighs as fleshy sausage fingers seized his legs and dragged the weighty body up.
It was one of the very few times Lincoln had ever been in a position with a woman between his legs like this.
It was also the last.
Gnashing teeth clamped around his groin and a cavernous mouth closed around it, grinding and gnawing in deep.
A terrible scream of agony ripped from Lincoln’s throat as blood welled out around the creature’s face, saturating the denim of Lincoln’s jeans, and it was an automatic impulse for him to beat with his fists upon the dirty blonde hair of the undead assailant.
The crotch chopper tore her face away and with it came Lincoln’s genitals and a great mouthful of denim and fabric, probably a zipper in there somewhere too, leaving a bloody, raw-edged chasm in the man’s pelvic region.
The savage shock and the weight of the zombie bitch between his thighs dragged Lincoln down to the floor and this time the undead penis gulper landed her teeth a little higher up, biting into his stomach with horrible flesh-rending sounds.
"No!!!" Miranda screamed in an ululation of desolate despair, but there was nothing any of them could do now.
Lincoln was cactus, his face contorted with the most excruciating agony as the nightmarish fiend ate her way through the skin, the subcutaneous tissue below and deeper, striving to bury her face in the ropes of internals and meaty organs inside.
Tempest punched his Bowie knife into the base of the zombie woman’s neck and this time he did drive it right in enough to sever the spinal cord, almost getting it lodged before Blizzard assisted by stabbing both his blades into the wound, sawing and cutting it wide enough to release the Bowie as its serrated blade ripped more bloody gouges.
Lincoln was still alive at this point, his eyes wide with horror and pain, but clearly he wasn't going to be for long.
He stared in morbid disbelief at the ragged hole in his abdomen, trailing snakes of intestines, and below that, the missing section between his legs.
"We can't...oh my god!" Miranda shrieked. "Do something!"
Black turned around, his eyes somehow expressing an apologetic sorrowful tinge within the usual eerie stare, and then, as the four girls at the door bordered the path for Seth, Julietta, Mark, Miranda, Dax, Blizzard and Tempest to come through, he lifted his katana and brought it down fiercely.
His blade sliced Lincoln's head from his body, toppling it among the cluster of zombie corpses.
CHAPTER FOUR-ESCAPE
"What did you do?" Miranda bawled at Black as he emerged from the chaotic room of pummelling death metal zombie triggers and undead flesh-eaters, his sword blade dripping fresh blood. "What did you do?"
She beat at him ineffectually with open palms that closed to fists.
"Would you rather he die as quick and humanely as possible, or would you rather he die in the most horrible, screaming agony you could imagine, still alive while he is being chewed to pieces?" Black was looking at her, but speaking to them all. "I made the choice for you, and it's one I would like granted to me
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