MicroHorror

Her skin is torn, bloody, some of her limbs. Her hair hangs so limply, so long and stringy, she’s like bones, so little flesh left on her body. Her eyes are sunken in and she makes odd sounds. She tried to bite him a few times but she’s too weak. That was before the virus fully turned her. 

Her jaw clicks sometimes, she’s so hungry. She hasn’t fed. It tortures him to see her like this. To him, her beauty seemed not to have faded, even in death. He’d made love to her rotting, undead body, longing to kiss her blackened lips just once. He’d sobbed in corners for days, as she stared at him with her empty, lifeless eyes, unable to comfort him as she used to. He would never hear the sound of her voice again, never again would she hold him when things got too bad. What was the point anymore?
 
With tears streaming down his face, he slowly releases her bonds. She drags one leg behind her as she follows him, no strength in her to lunge at him as she had at first, weakly moving toward him, practically crawling.. It had no longer been safe for him to hunt the night for the living, to feed her. There weren’t many left. He had been too afraid, but he couldn’t bear to see her like this any longer. Weeping, he runs his fingers through her hair, pulls her close and kisses her one last time. To him her lips taste as sweet as they had in life. He doesn’t even scream when she bites into him, barely feeling the savage tear of her teeth as she rips out his tongue, devours his lips. He closes his eyes, pressing her lips to his neck one last time, whispers her name as he dies in her arms.

She felt the cold kiss of the corpse on the back of her neck and froze, as she slowly opened her eyes in the early hours of the midwinter morning. She felt his arm move around her waist, reaching for her as he’d done so many times in his life before she killed him. She barely had time to scream, trying to pull away as he forced his kiss upon her lips, leaving maggots and dead flesh behind as his lips moved over her body. She lay stiller than she had when they were married, seeing the glistening wound in his skull where she’d caved his head in. Her screams would go unheard as the husband she’d murdered slowly began to rip her organs from her body, the taste of revenge almost as sweet to him as her entrails, as he tore her heart from her chest, his dead, stiff shaft entering her slowly, and when he was done he collapsed next to her, and they rotted together for eternity.

They walked home slowly, the night strangely quiet. They noticed some people far ahead beyond the door to their apartment building were walking very strangely. Neither of them paid much attention, figuring them to be drunks. The air had a strange scent to it, odd and unfamiliar.

They entered their apartment slowly. It was a Friday. No one was around, everyone out at the bar. They kissed passionately, moving slowly into the bedroom. She stripped him and tied him up, knowing what he wanted. A little knife play always turned him on immensely, and she was feeling rather… different tonight. She slowly stripped out of her clothes. She had a body most men would kill for. She slid the blade just barely over his thigh, then did it again, a little rougher. Hearing him shudder and moan she looked up, smiling as a few drops of blood appeared. She coughed, a strange sensation coming over her. She held the knife in the air over where his balls were, knowing the danger turned him on more. His eyes stared down at her, the deep trust reflected in them. He watched her as she slowly started to tease at the tip of him with her tongue, and he gripped the sheets, begging for more.

They heard nothing outside, as the world fell apart around them. So wrapped up in each other that she didn’t even pay attention to her strange urges, until it was too late. She jabbed the knife deep into his shaft, cutting deeply. His screams of pain could be heard as she tore into his member with her teeth, dropping the knife on the ground, her skin turning gray, as she devoured that part of him slowly. The bite infecting him fast, he ripped away the bonds with inhuman strength, eyes red with revenge as he grabbed her, throwing her to the ground, his teeth sinking into the inside of her thigh, then moving upward, tearing at her labia, her screams not the usual ones of ecstasy when his head was between her thighs, as she ripped into him with her nails, biting into his arm and tasting his flesh, and slowly the two devoured each other, until nothing was left but the bones and torn flesh of true love.

“Ugh!” She made a sound of frustration… checking her MySpace for like the tenth time that day.

Nothing.

She sat, pondering if there ever would be a chance of any reconciliation. Probably not.

Sighing, she went into the kitchen, staring into the refrigerator, full and stocked, but yet nothing she wanted to eat, nothing seemed to really look good to her. It was a lonely, gray, dull Friday night and she had nothing to do. The ultimate showdown with her best friend had completely killed her social life. Being best friends with the queen bee isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.

She considered watching a movie when she noticed that the cable started to go out. She rolled her eyes in frustration “Great! Just another cherry on my sundae,” she complained. “I have no friends left, no boyfriend, stuck in a job I hate…” She shook her head, refusing to let herself get… like she was before. She tossed the remote on the floor, curled into a ball. She noticed the lights flickering now. She had just paid both the cable and electric. Confused, she turned on the radio. Nothing from there either. She sighed, boredom overtaking her. She dozed off…

When she awoke, she noticed a movement in the back yard. Then a few more. She felt the lonely, sinking feeling in the bottom of her stomach start to disappear. She wandered over toward the door.

They seemed to be walking right towards her. For the first time in her life she felt happy. Never mind that they seemed to be walking so slowly, so strangely. She didn’t notice that. The darkness hiding their rotting flesh, she didn’t see anything at all…until it was too late. So consumed by her loneliness, she embraced these strangers… willingly letting them push her to the ground… and though the zombies devoured her, feasting on her organs, she died with a smile on her face.

He couldn’t cough it up. It was like something sharp was caught in his throat. He’d had this cough for weeks… and it got worse and worse. He felt himself gagging and choking; it felt like something with legs was now trying to make its way out of his throat. It scratched and clawed with its many legs, trying to force its way at his throat but didn’t come up from his throat. He coughed and coughed, he was on his knees gagging, he could bring nothing up. He was practically purging himself, choking to death. His fingers were jammed down his throat, he could feel slimy wetness and he tried to pull and pull but lost his grip and fell to his hands and knees, vomiting, but the thing clung to his throat… tearing at his flesh. His breath came in dry heaves… and his eyes closed. He started to feel the blackness overtake him. The next morning his carcass lay on the ground, a hole chewed through his throat. The thing crawled and crawled, spewing from the hole, long, with millions and millions of legs. Longer than a centipede it crawled and crawled; it dripped with mucus and trailed its slime across the floor…

The next morning the girl woke up with a slight cough, tickling her throat.

She must be coming down with a cold…

Her perfume is like white tropical flowers, her skin hot, her heart racing. Her corset squeezes her tightly; she’s breathing heavily because she’s turned on. He starts to slide off her corset, trailing his hand back between her legs and rubbing her more. She moans softly, spreading her legs and eagerly waiting for him to enter her. When she’s fully nude he’s just staring at her, taking in her beauty, before sliding his cock into her. The fear grips them both that this could be her last night, and since it’s dark, he thinks how happy he is that he’s managed to hide the bite from her, while she secretly hopes he won’t find her bite. As they start to move against each other, within each other, he starts to feel that strange hunger take over him, the one he knew would hit him hard, and he leans forward to sink his teeth into her flesh but… it’s almost smelling, rotted. His skin starts to rot off of his face and he grins at her, though she can’t see the bloody skull in the darkness, and he can’t see her hair fall out onto the pillow. He pulls away, starting to turn even more and she sits up, hungering for flesh. She moves forward, starting to try to catch him and his skin comes off in her hands, and the two zombies both stare at each other and then slowly shuffle out of the room, in search of the flesh they both crave, and oblivious that he’s left his rotting cock inside of her… they both disappear into the night.

She was half asleep when the fish woman rapped sharply at the window.

She sat up and rubbed her eyes, having dozed for only about five to ten minutes. She glanced up, convinced she was dreaming, and saw those hollowed, sunken eyes staring mournfully with their dark circles sagging the skin under them. The woman’s flesh had a bluish tint. She opened the window. “Go away!” she screamed, unafraid.

She dragged herself out of bed, irritated. She didn’t dream anymore. Hadn’t dreamed for almost two years now. What was left to dream about?

She cried as she tried to brew herself some tea. Nothing would calm her, console her. Nothing to look forward to anymore. No one left.

For days she sat around her house. She stopped going to work. Nothing left for her. A slowly rotting corpse, just waiting for the maggots.

The fish woman wouldn’t leave, though. She sat for days, like a rejected little mermaid. Those sad eyes following her every time she went into the bedroom. She couldn’t get through the screen. She probably wasn’t very smart.

She sat, watching the window, thinking. A friend, perhaps. “You need friends! Just like I do!” she cried out. “Then after a while, you’ll never leave me!” She flung open the window again, pushing at the screen. She grabbed the woman around the waist and pulled her in, never feeling those teeth sink into her flesh.

She cried out in pleasure, believing them to be love bites. She pushed the thing’s head between her legs, never feeling her end as she came one last time. The thing bit harder and harder and she cried out, screamed, delirious with pleasure, pain and loneliness, the one last thing she had to look forward to.

Nothing left to dream anymore.