Flesh Eaters

Chapter 1-2

Sharon stared at the roll-up. She had to admit that she was very partial to the occasional bit of puff and, after the shock she had just had, it sounded like just what the doctor ordered.

While she thought about it, Dennis took out his lighter and lit the end of the spliff.

He took a deep drag, sucking the d**g deep inside his lungs, and held it there for a moment before slowly releasing the smoke.

He handed the roll-up to Sharon, who took it without hesitation.

They both took it in turns to take deep drags on the spliff until there was virtually nothing left of it. By now, they were both feeling completely mellow, and all thoughts of the terrifying cry they had heard earlier were gone.

They cuddled together on the blanket, and Sharon began to rub herself against Dennis until she could feel him growing hard once more.

Dennis pushed her back on to the blanket and Sharon used her fingers to guide him into her willing cleft. Once inside her, Dennis thrust himself back and forth until he felt himself explode. Sharon, for her part, made all the right noises although, in truth, he was not concerned whether she enjoyed herself or not.

They fell asleep, wrapped in each other’s embrace.

The sound of another shrieking cry woke them both with a start.

Dennis sat up, shoving Sharon to one side again like so much discarded rubbish. Neither had any idea how long they had been asleep, but the air felt far colder now than it was when they first arrived there, and the pair of them shivered as the cold night wind cut through them.

This time, neither one of them was under any illusion that the cry came from the direction of the village or of the fact that it now sounded much closer than before.

Without saying a word, Dennis crawled forward on the blanket to retrieve his jeans.

Unlike earlier, there was now some low cloud cover that obliterated much of the light they had been afforded earlier by the stars. Dennis fumbled in the darkness around the edge of the blanket, spreading his hands out wide as he swept through the grass looking for his clothes.

After a moment of unsuccessful searching, he turned to Sharon who was sitting on the blanket hugging her knees to her chest. “What the hell did you do with my jeans, you stupid b***h?”

Now she felt the tears starting trickle down her cheeks. “I don’t know,” she sobbed, “they must be there somewhere.” Then, as an afterthought, she added. “Can you throw me my skirt and top too please?”

“f**k you!” Dennis yelled, returning to his task. “Find them yerself.”

“Oh, you fuckin’ bastard, yer all the fuckin’ same.” Spurred on by a combination of her hatred for Dennis and her disgust at herself, Sharon rolled on to her knees and shuffled forward to join in the search for their clothes.

Initially, the pair of them were reluctant to leave the relative safety of the blanket beneath them, but eventually, realising there was no option if they wanted to succeed in their task, they both stood up and walked around, bending down every time one of them saw something that might be an article of clothing.

After a couple of minutes, they looked at each other, bemused.

“What the f**k’s goin’ on ’ere?” Dennis demanded rhetorically.

“Do you think someone snuck in while we were asleep and stole our stuff?” Sharon asked, timidly, not especially wanting a reply.

“Fuckers!” Dennis spat, as the realisation of what Sharon had suggested took hold as the most likely scenario.

“Dennis?”

“FUCKERS!” This time he screamed the obscenity into the darkness, almost as if to goad the thieves to come forward and face him.

Sharon wrapped her arms around her, both for warmth and for comfort. She would have some explaining to do when she arrived home clad only in her b*a and shoes, but right now, that seemed the least of her worries.

“Can we just go, please, I’m frightened whoever took our stuff will come back.”

Dennis fought the urge to scream another challenge into the night. The fact was, he too was now feeling vulnerable with nothing on below, and he knew in a fight his exposed genitals would be an easy target.

Turning, he grabbed the blanket. “Come on, then,” he barked, as he made his way back through the trees in the direction of his car.

Sharon had thought Dennis might wrap the blanket around her en route, but he seemed either not to notice, or not to care, about how she might be feeling.

Tearfully, Sharon made after him. She was glad that she had kept her shoes on, at least. The thought of tramping through the woods in the dark in her bare feet did not appeal in the slightest.

Sharon hurried after Dennis until they were only a body-width apart. She did not bother trying to grab his hand or link arms with him as she guessed he was not in the mood for such familiarity.

As they left the path and Dennis’s car came into sight, he suddenly slapped his hand against his bare thigh, and stopped in his tracks, almost causing Sharon to crash into him.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, timidly.

“My f*****g keys!” Dennis yelled. “They were in my jeans!”

The significance of his realisation was not lost on Sharon. She felt her heart sink as she looked over at the locked car. So close and yet so far out of reach.

She waited for Dennis to say something else. When he remained silent, Sharon felt compelled to ask the obvious question, under the circumstances.

“What do we do now?”

Dennis spun around. There was a look of hatred etched on his face.

Without warning, he lashed out and caught Sharon across the cheek with the back of his hand.

The force of the blow sent the girl crashing to the ground.

She held a hand against her burning cheek and looked up at Dennis, the tears now gushing down her face in torrents.

Whether Dennis regretted his action or not, he neither said nor did he show any outward signs of remorse. Instead, he walked back in the direction from which they had both just come, throwing the blanket down as if it might be an encumbrance he could do without.

Sharon watched him go without saying a word.

She no longer cared that she was almost n***d, cold and shivery from the night, or miles from home. She had taken just about all she was prepared to put with from Mr Dennis Carter, and now she decided that he could look for his damn keys on his own.

She was going to wrap herself in the blanket, and stay by the car on the off chance a good Samaritan drove passed and offered her a lift.

Dennis could stay out here all night and freeze to death, and serve him right!

As Dennis made his way back into the clearing to search for his jeans, he thought he saw something from the corner of his eye disappear behind a bush to his right.

He stood there for a moment and stared into the semi-darkness, but there was no further movement from that direction.

If he ever managed to get his hands on the wankers who had snuck out here and pinched their clothes while they were asleep, he would make them pay all right. He would see to it that they regretted this for the rest of their lives.

Dennis continued to stare in the direction where he believed he had seen something move seconds earlier for another moment or two, before continuing with his quest.

He wondered if the bastards were hiding somewhere in the undergrowth, watching him in his fruitless search, desperately trying to not laugh and give the game away.

Dennis found a large stick and used it to swipe away at the long grass in front of him. It comforted him that he also now had a weapon he could use if the perpetrators decided to show themselves.

Of course, he blamed Sharon for all this.

If only she had put out as planned in the first place, then they could have gone back to the safety of the car to roll the spliff. But no, she had to pretend to play hard-to-get and act all afraid when they heard the first cry.

Stupid b***h!

He was glad he had hit her. He might even give her another one when he got back to the car, just to teach her a lesson.

A rustling from behind him made Dennis spin round to see what was there.

It was nothing.

But he had heard it, and it was louder than the sound of trees blowing in the wind.

He waited, his weapon held firmly in his right hand, ready to defend himself.

Then he wondered if it was Sharon behind him. Making her way back to help with the search now that she was finished crying and carrying on like a spoilt brat. Perhaps she was holding back just out of view because she was afraid of Dennis’s reaction to seeing her again. So she b****y well should be. But right now, two pairs of eyes were better than one.

“Sharon, get out ‘ere and ’elp me look!” He waited. There was no further movement from the bushes.

To hell with her. Dennis continued with his search.

Another sound a few seconds later made him jump.

He spun around. This time, the noise sounded closer than before, but what was even worse, it seemed to him as if it came from all around where he was, not just one point.

Were there more than one of them?

Had they split up and decided to really have some fun at his expense?

Dennis had had enough. Half-n***d or not, he gripped tightly to the end of his club and strode towards the undergrowth in front of him.

“Right then, you little bastards, now you’re gonna get it!” Dennis took a few more strides before the bushes all around him began shaking violently, as something was moving through them.

Dennis stopped in his tracks, squinting through the semi-darkness to try to see what was there.

“Who’s there?” he demanded. Then, “Who the f**k is there?”

As the creatures emerged from the undergrowth, Dennis could not believe his eyes.

Before he had a chance to defend himself with his stick, or even to turn and run, they were upon him, ripping into his flesh and tearing great chunks out of him.

Dennis had no conception of how many of them there were, as they just seemed to be everywhere.

As he went down, Dennis managed to see some of them close-up.

They appeared to be shorter than him, but very stocky and their heads appeared almost to be perched directly on their shoulders without having necks in between.

Their bodies and faces were covered in thick, coarse bristles, and their eyes gleamed bright yellow, with tiny points of black in the middle.

The creatures made no sound other than grunts and growls as they tore Dennis asunder.

Mercifully, he passed out before they ripped his life out of him.

Sharon waited in the cold with the blanket wrapped around her shoulders. Unfortunately, it was not long enough to cover her exposed legs as well, so every so often she moved it down and wore it like a long skirt.

Not a single vehicle had passed by since Dennis had disappeared back into the woods, and she was starting to think that she would be stuck out here until he returned with the keys.

If he ever did.

At one point, Sharon even considered walking back into town. She figured it would only take an hour or so, and the walking might help to keep her warm. But she had to admit to herself that she was too afraid to venture off down the road alone.