Welcome to my Nightmare

The Barfly---------Part II

Mary opened the stubborn wooden door.  The old rusty hinges creaked in protest as she opened it all the way letting the cool night breeze flow through the tavern. She had the mace pointed and ready as she scanned the area for the culprit.  There was nothing but two beat up trucks illuminated by the power pole light.  I saw her let out a sigh of relief as she turned toward us.  “Dumb asses must’ve ran…

The Barfly---------PART I

“I need another shot here!”  I grumbled as I slid the smeared and empty shot glass towards the bar maid.  Mary was to busy flirting with some clean cut frat boys that just entered the Tattered Tavern.  She was oblivious to my drunken demands as usual.  I let it slide for the moment as I dug in my inside pocket for my crumpled pack of cigs.  Last one…Shit.  I clicked open my beat up Zippo and lit my cigarette.  I smell the burnt lighter…

I feel the poison jetting through my veins as my heart is rapidly pumping the vile shit deeper and deeper into my system.  My body is slowly being overcome as the plague of the Campion is working its evil magic.  I cough and notice small chunks of coagulated blood dotting my sweaty, cold palms.  I stagger on with my family cautiously trailing behind me.  I stumble. I fall.  My legs are weakening with every drastic second that…

Part II – The Farm

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! CRACK! SSHWLLUPP!

I didn’t stop.  I kept swinging and smashing like I was in a log splitting competition.  Black blood and other vile putrid liquids splashed all over me.  I looked at the heap of unrecognizable flesh that lay before me.  Black ooze pooled under the smashed body parts and tattered plaid rags of the roamer that I bumped into.  I almost felt sorry for the dead bastard. I finally dropped the heavy dripping…

Volume II.  Doctrine of Annihilation

Part I--- Operation Vengeance

I stood by the unmarked grave.  I remember how honorable funerals once were.  I admired the area and thought to myself, this is the kind of place that I would want for myself when I bite the big one (that’s if I don’t end up joining the ranks of the undead).  I felt the salty discharge of tears rolling down my cheeks and I cried silently.  I…