Satan City Stories

Jack Bale

“ Well Mrs. Miquire your sink is fixed.”

“ Thank-you Jack. I’m surprised a sixteen year old boy could be so good at a job like this.” , said Mrs. Miquire.

“ Well, I guess it runs in the family.” I said. She just nodded and went to go get her purse.

Being a Grimmstone plumber wasn’t an easy job, but it still let me pay for my stuff in which my drunken parents won’t get me or should I say, it let’s me get every thing that I want because my parents wouldn’t by anything, but booze. My dad use to be a plumber, but that didn’t go to well for him. He said he needed a better working environment and quit his plumber job. Now he is a dead beat son of a drunken jackass, who thinks he is better than his own son. What a loser huh?

Mrs. Miquire then came back with a check and gave it to me. I thanked her, picked up my tools, and walked out of the house and to my van. I then drove all the way home, which was about twenty blocks away. I got home and saw that my parents car was gone. Probably out gambling. I got out of the car and walked up to the house. I sat down and turned on the T.V. set. A woman reporter was standing in front of one of Grimmstone’s many welcome signs. It was painted black and said in red spray paint “Welcome to Satan City”. I laughed, “ You can say that again.” , I said. I went to grab a soda and came back to a static filled screen. Son of a bitch! The damn cable is out again. I quickly picked up the remote and tried a cartoon channel and was greeted with an anchor being dropped on a cat’s head. Huh?

I shut the T.V. off and went to my bedroom. I flipped my favorite heavy metal C.D. and put on my headphones. I started reading a book about werewolves and vampires and suddenly drifted into darkness.

I awoke to a sunny day. My headphones still blaring the kick ass music. I put the headphones on my bedside table. I walked over to my dresser and put on a green t-shirt and some blue pants. I put on my socks and shoes and grabbed the keys to my other, but crappier car. It was an old, old mustang. I got to the front door and saw my dad staggering around in the living room. Great! The fat bastard is drunk again! I walked into the kitchen to grab a soda out of the fridge when I saw my mom staggering towards me. She had her head down and was drooling all over the floor. Wow, she is really hammered. I walked back towards the front door and saw my dad coming at me. His entire face was bloody and his nose was cracked to the left. I pushed him back and he fell down. Dumbass gone and broke his nose. I opened the front door and stepped on to the front steps walking down and saw my parent’s car in the middle of the lawn, our white picket fence stung all over the place. God, I can’t wait till I’m eighteen so I can get the hell out of here. I know I’m going to be the one redoing it all sometime today, but at the moment I didn’t give a sht. I just needed to go somewhere else before I lost it!

I walked over to my car and got in to start it when I saw about 20 people staggering down the street. What is this drunk day or day of the living dead. I backed out and started down the street. I saw about four more people in the middle of the street ahead of me and I honked at them. When they started towards me I just drove around them. Asshles! I drove another block when some dude ran out in front of me, waving his arms for me to stop. I stopped and he ran to my window as I rolled it down.

“ Yeah, what you need?” , I asked casually. I was trying to stay calm.

“ Dude, please let me come with you, they’re all after me! I don’t want to die, please man.” , he was pretty much begging. I thought about it and then thought maybe there were some people after him.

“ Alright, get in.” , I told him and he looked like he was going to kiss me, “ I’ll take you to the police station and they can help you from there.” , I told him. He looked at me and nodded.

“ Lets just hope that isn’t overrun by zombies too.” , he said and actually looked like he meant it. Oh, great! I picked up a mental! I guess I will stick to the regular plan and take him there anyway. They’ll do what they want with him. We drove another couple blocks towards the station and saw another group of staggering people. What the hell happened last night?

“ Dude! Run them over! Do it!” , the mental guy screamed.

“ What? You are crazy! I ain’t doing that, those are people! I don’t want any feds on my ass!” , I yelled back at him. I really felt like doing it, but it was what a crazy would do. There was two more people coming off the curb and started for the car. One had no lips or mouth and the other was missing an arm. Holy hell run by Jesus! What the fck happened here. I backed the car up and started down another street. The mental guy wasn’t sounding so mental at the moment. Those people didn’t even look like they noticed the pain. I think my books are becoming real! I turned a corner and there was a road block with men in black suits behind it. They had formal uniforms and looked like the FBI. I stopped the car and looked at them. A couple had there guns on the car, but quickly lowered them when they saw that we were normal. I got out of the car and ran over to the roadblock followed by the mental guy.

I shot another one in the head and then another. I have always been a good shot.

It turns out that the men in suits actually worked for the Beatle Corporation. When I got there they explained that a poison has been released in the city and that they were her to contain it. I was given a gun by one of them just as a entire heard of zombies came around the corner. At first when I shot them it didn’t do jack sht, but then I was told to aim for there heads. After that I was kicking ass.

I kept firing and didn’t miss one of them. In no time the 25 zombies were dead. I looked at the mental guy and saw that the Beatle guys were taking him to a tent. After I heard a bullet shot, three men came towards me. They were expressionless. I don’t think they were talking to that guy in there. I pointed the gun at them and they went for theirs. I pulled the trigger hitting one in the gut, one in the head, and one in the arm. I turned and sprinted over past the blockade and into my Mustang. I started it up when bullets pounded into the hood and smashed through the windshield. I spun the car around and drove around the curve. What the hell is going on here!

It all happened so fast I wasn’t sure it even happened. Who are the good guys? I was pretty sure the Beatle guys were lying about the poison because he sure as hell wasn’t infected when they tried to kill him and nether was I. What the fck! I kept saying that in my mind. This doesn’t make any sense! Okay so far Beatle is bad, zombies are bad, and civilians are good. How is Beatle the cause of this though!?

Just then a zombie step in front of the car and I hit him sending him into my windshield...except I didn’t have a windshield anymore! The zombie flew into the seat next to me and didn’t move. Did I kill it? I thought trying to drive and watch it at the same time. As soon as I looked at the rode ahead of me again a green military truck drove past and I hit the brakes and at the same time I saw the zombie reach towards me and that made me turn the steering wheel by accident. As that happened the car lifted into the air and rolled over and over again. Then everything was black.

I opened an eye and saw the zombie staring back at me. Tried to get away, but was side down. It took me that long to figure out the zombie was dead, forever. It’s neck was broken and it stared out at me with unseeing eyes. I moved around so I was laying on the ceiling of the car, the car was upside down! Holy sht this was a lucky spill for me! I started to climb out of my window when my ankle sent a burst of pain through my leg. I turned my head and saw my foot awkwardly stuck in the steering wheel. Oh, of coarse! Why the hell not! I tried as gently as possible to pull it out, but it wasn’t coming out. I stood up and limped towards a tree in front of an apartment house. I looked down the street and saw a grocery store and started towards it. Every limp gave me a new, fresh burst of pain. I saw a body of a young boy by a light pole. I limped over to him and checked his pulse. Still alive, just knocked out hopefully. He was wearing a hoody with the Sniper logo on it and wore camo jeans with black shoes. I’ll come back for him as soon as I have a look in the store. I walked into the store and frowned that the place had almost been wiped out. I was starving. I walked over to the pop section and found two Thunders in bottles. I drank both hurriedly and found a couple apples in the fruit section. I ate those and thought I’d survive after that. I really needed to find something for my ankle though.

Just then I heard a truck outside. I limped towards the door hoping for some help to be outside. My ankle was slowing me down. I heard some people talking and someone said something about being a “Sniper”. Or was that his name? I only heard it in a muffled tone. I limped a little faster when I heard the truck pulling away. I ran out side and into the street yelling at the truck. It was like the military truck that made me crash. They were to far away to hear me and they turned a corner so that makes matters even worse. I limped towards the tree I went to before. I sat on the ground by it, leaning up against it. I’m fcking screwed!

The people who picked me up off the street were just ordinary people. One was bit, but at least he didn’t have a broken ankle.

I must of fell sleep before because I woke up and it was past the afternoon. I saw a car coming and the people in it allowed me to go with them.

It was at least nice to lay down in the back seat of the slim black 2019 Ford Mustang. I’ve always thought the name to be cool, but the car is what kicked so much ass! They even gave me a seven-inch pocket knife and bandaged up my ankle. Not only did the car rock, but so did the people in it. One was a 20 year old black haired woman holding a semi-automatic .22 rifle and wearing a short black dress. The other was a 56 year old bald African American with a Desert Eagle .50 caliber and was wearing a security guard suit. They were trying to get to the closest police station and I didn’t understand why they looked so calm and unafraid. These were the right peeps to hang with all right. I slid down a little in the back seat. They finally found a police station and he was told to wait in the car. After a couple hours I saw the woman running back to the car with blood on her face and a wounded man along side her. I sat up and saw her open the left back door and set him in the car.

“ You!” , she pointed to me, “ Drive us to the hospital!” , she yelled and came around the other side and into the part where I sat. I climbed up to the front and started the car. I wanted to ask what happened to the 56 year old guy, but felt I already knew the answer. I hit the gas and we started off towards the hospital. After hitting a few zombies and killing a zombie dog we reached the hospital. There was zombies coming out from the hospital front doors. The woman told me to go into the basement garage and I drove inside. She then said screw it and told us to get as far away from this city as possible. I turned the car around and came to another security booth, but the yellow and black bar was down and blocking our path. I got out and saw that the man that the woman was tending to was a zombie now! I went for the door handle to help her, but something grabbed me from behind and brought me into the security box. I fell down inside and saw a zombie come topple towards me, but I rolled off and sprung to my feet ignoring the pain in my foot. I looked down and saw that it was another zombie that pulled me in. I jumped over them and ran over to the control panel to hit the button for the pole. I found it and hit it, then spun around to fight the zombies, only they were stumbling out into the garage. I ran to the door and closed it as I heard a shot and then two more. I heard a bunch of talking and then the humming of the engine of the car I was in. I realized she was going to leave without me so I tried to open the door and the handle broke off. I went to the toll window and started banging on it. Just then a car flew past and it looked like a new Ferrari. Then saw a couple seconds later a VX-4 car flew past and out.

How was I going to get out of this one! I banged on the glass some more and then on the door. I then her a sweet female voice from behind the door.

“ Hello? Is someone in there?” , she said.

“ Yes! Yes, god please help me get out!” , I yelled so she could hear me.

“ Are you bitten?” , she asked.

“ Huh? Um...no, just a broken ankle.” , I answered her.

“ Alright, stand back!” , she yelled.

I jumped away from the door as I heard a thump and the door was knocked down. Then the woman walked in...but she wasn’t a full human. She looked half cat and half human. Her head was human shaped and no fur on her face, but her nose was a cats and so was her top lip, but her bottom lip was more human looking. Her catlike eyes were hot pink and she had full silvery hair with bangs and kinda fluffy with her black cat ears poking out. Then below the neck she has black fur with crimson colored stripes. She had a camo top on but it was a very weird top. Then she had camo shorts and a Glock 18c strapped to a holster on her furry leg. She wore combat boots and fingerless strapless gloves. Her fluffy black tail striped with the crimson stripes again. She had paws mixed with hands and large claws.

“ Who are you? What are you?”, I asked her.

She smiled, “ How about I explain later. I would like to get out of here moment.”, she said in her sweet, calming human voice. She had sharp teeth to just to mention.

“ Yeah, Okay, Yeah. I’ll have t-to agree w-with you there.” , I said and I walked out of the security booth, totally oblivious to what could happen next, but I probably won’t be as surprised the next time.