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    Planet Terror and The L Word

    Story written on April 10, 2007 by helebette.
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    the day after the end of the world

    Oh how your bubbles gonna burst when you meet another nurse

    She’ll be driving in a hearse

    You’re gonna need a heap of glue when they all catch up with you

    And they cut you up in two

     

    Helena nudged Bette into daylight. They had made it to the ocean. Bette’s arms were tied loosely with a leather belt, to ensure that she did not fall off the Chopper. Helena undid the belt quickly, looking around for infected. They were still on concrete, in an abandoned parking lot.  The beach was wide open on every side, but she was jumpy. Thus far, the infected had not reached the shores.

     

    It was only a matter of time before they did.

     

    Above them, the helicopter carrying other survivors looked for a place to land. Helena watched it carefully as she climbed off her bike. Her leg had been lost in a brutal accident, and now a screwed on machine gun took its place.

     

    She was pregnant. She knew it. Here, on this beach, was where she would have her baby.

     

    Bette, on the other hand, had lost a child during their night of horrors. She left her daughter with a gun to protect herself from the infected, only to have the thing backfire. She couldn’t stand to think about it.  She had lost everyone who was dear to her.  Her lover, Tina, had been coming to get her—to rescue her from an abusive marriage to a doctor in the hospital where she was an anesthesiologist.

     

    Tina was attacked by the infected, her brain eaten.

     

    Helena’s lover was also dead. A man she had loved as a teenager, who she used for comfort when the end of days had seemed near. He saved her life and sent her ahead to help the next generation.

     

    Now, she stood with this woman: Bette, who had looked for her when everyone else had given Helena up for dead; Bette, who had rescued her when everyone else had left her. Other than the people in that damned helicopter. And they looked intent on crashing the stupid thing, right into Helena’s bike.

     

    “Fucksake.” Bette swore, trying to help Helena. They walked swiftly away. Finally, the helicopter landed safely, far from their other ride.

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    1. Get you, helebette! It’s been quite some time since I saw anyone do an apocolyptic L Word (anybody seen T. Walker (cornwell)? she took her stories with her when she left.) And damn, I love ’em. I actually hope you continue with this, it appeals to something strange within me. I see Jenny’s moved up from razor blades to Bowie knives, heres hoping she only uses them on zombies and not herself. And tell Helena to take some care with her peg leg-she needs to keep it well oiled if she keeps going in the ocean with it, and if the barrel gets clogged with say, mud, she may find that she gets the bullet and not her intended victim. C’mon, helebette, there’s a whole sick world out there for you to bring us.

    2. OK, so it’s ‘apocalyptic’. What do you want from me? They didn’t talk about that stuff much on the rare occasions I was taken to Sunday school.

    4. Okay, I just caught up, leaving aside the fact that you took Tina’s brain and gave Helena a machine gun for one leg I have to say I’m damn well intrigued, but there’s places your mind goes my friend that leave me speechless .. and I mean that as the best possible compliment ! .. off to read the rest :-D

    5. I really like this..I see someone else is putting a story together with a movie..I really want to see Grindhouse and now, after reading this–I want to see it more!! lol Well I want to see what you have in store for us helebette!! PPS!

    6. I love end of the world tales, so much so that I’m even down with Bette and Helena getting together. Besides, the idea of both of them strapped is way hot. Although Alice with a gun is a terrifying prospect. I really liked this… carry on, if you’ve got more left to tell. Thanks!

    7. I love Tina and don’t hate you…lol. I take a look a the title and said what the hell, I’m in the mood for some terror ;) Bring on the infected and hook my brain too.

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