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Planet Terror: The One With the Broom Closet
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Pleased to meet you, hope you guess my name
But what’s puzzling you is the nature of my game…
Bette could hear voices beside her.
Voices sounded, echoed in her head, shattered her sleep. Beside her, Helena shifted drowsily, throwing her arm over Bette’s now twisted torso.
“What is that?” Bette whispered. Her ear was pressed to the wall behind their bed.
“Harummph.” Helena replied. Her eyes still closed, she reached up to lay a soothing hand on Bette’s cheek.
‘one of them can hear us.’
‘good…I want her to know…’
‘we’ll soon be inside.’
“What?” Helena shot up, shouting.
“You heard it to?” Bette got up on her knees, pressing her ear to the wall. Then she ran to the window, looking all around. Heavy bars covered the glass. Outside, it looked still and empty. They were in a U.S. military compound, built when Hawaii was forcefully invaded and made to join the rest of the states. Aikane and her group had survived infection, largely because they were able to reclaim military bases in protest of the U.S. occupation of their land, shortly before the chemicals responsible for the outbreak were released into the atmosphere.
Now, Helena, Bette and their friends, stayed in the military hospital along with Aikane and a handful of her people.
Helena and Bette looked over at the small wooden bed beside theirs. Caiohme slept soundlessly—but for a few mumbles and murmurs, she was untroubled. After a few moments, however, their worries began to intrude.
Bette and Helena had stared long enough to wake the girl. She sleepily opened her eyes, rolled around, then got to her knees. “’ama?”
“Right here sweetheart.” Bette said quietly. She had recently become known as Mama, while Helena was now Mummy—though it sounded more like ‘a-a’ and ‘u-y’ much of the time.
Caiohme peaked up at them over her bed, tiny fists rubbing her eyes. Helena rose to change her diaper and bring her some water, while Bette remained by the wall.
“Hello little one.” Helena called out, trying to force a cheerful voice. She lifted Caiohme and kissed her forehead. “Did you sleep all right?” The little girl nodded, sighed, then snuggled into her mother’s neck for a few extra seconds of sleep.
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Yay! Sequel! Wow, wee Caiohme has gotten big in the time that her mothers were Changed… But at least Bette and Hels are mostly(?) cured? Although, why is a Newt Gingrich lookin twerp experimenting on them? I’d want him far, far away. He’s probably looking to create an army of SuperSoldiers, using über-DNA from B&H. Ugh, no no no. And I hope our Dynamic Death-cheating Duo is able to stop the hordes of infected at the gates. (And what kind of man is/was El Wray? Dying to find out if his part in creating Caiohme and her moms’ influence makes her a SuperBaby…) Right, I’ve got to get up in a few hours for work, thanks for the late night thrills and chills (GW as “leader” of the free world is scary enough, the rest of his zombies be damned). Cheers, hb
Phew! Glad you showed up with a fix. I was going to e-mail you with my junkie cravings, but I was jonsing so bad my fingers shook too much to type one. I thought Peggy had more sense than to leave Newt in charge of anything. Is El Wray any relation to Fay Wray? If so than I think Chamomile stands a good chance of surviving, despite the zombies massing at the gate. C’mon hb, send us more chapters-I want to pay.
By the way, I think IC is only leasing the actresses souls. Nature of the business, isn’t it?
true dat…we’ll call it a lease. k, so El Wray was just the dude from the original PT film who happened to father the daughter of the woman who i switched to be Helena…i was a bit bothered by this switch, since i have to make her kinda like bi now…so i’ll explain that away in the next few chappys. lol…anyway, what are you willing to pay for? the next chapter?…well, it’s ready…maybe you need to write us some belena…hehehehehe
just so you know, the next four chapters are nearly all done. though, jp’s suggestions might change a few things…hmmm…
Hmmm….well I might be able to produce something of interest in a few months, unless you like musings about bundle branch blocks and that sort of thing which is forefront in my mind these days. Did you know that the valves of the right heart close first and open after those of the left heart? Thursday I’ll have a lecture on pressure tracings! I’m guessing that pressure would increase during an NC-17 scene with belena, which I’m sure you’ve included in one or more of the forthcoming chapters. May they arrive soon. BTW, I really only wanted to pay in the same way as Chamomile, but I SUPPOSE if I have to……
“Scars may fade, but a person could still be changed forever by the slings and arrows of life.” So damn true. “The infected gathering at their gates couldn’t agree more.” So damn ominous…I have a feeling they’re going to create an army of super human zombie halfbreeds from Bette and Helena’s DNA. Or they can inject the rest of the group with it…I guess, I know nothing about science. This was awesome…pps
Terrific as always. I’m glad Bette and Helena haven’t experienced any negative side effects (so far at least). A George W story would IMO be far more frightening to a child than a zombie story. Love the Bionic Lesbians idea; I hope the soul-leasing IC doesn’t steal it for her next project.
Ahhh the prodical author. Maybe the Doctor is C. Everett Coop