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    Planet Terror: Revolutions R Us

    Story written on May 6, 2007 by helebette.
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    Story Shortlink: https://lesfan.com/?p=65611
    Author Notes:

    another silly missing reel, blast from Bette’s past, the zombie dog finds a home!

    Oh Id rather go and journey
    Where the diamond crescents glowing and
    Run across the valley
    Beneath the sacred mountain
    And wander through the forest
    Where the trees have leaves of prisms
    And break the light in colors
    That no-one knows the names of

     

     

    Bette was smiling in her sleep. She was dreaming that her, Helena, and Alice were all riding motorcycles across the American desert. Alice stood up on the seat of Helena’s customized chopper, while Helena laughed and sped up. Bette smiled over at them, calmly gunning her engine to keep up. Alice began to yell something at her—she was telling Bette to wake up. Something was wrong. Suddenly, the engines on the bikes began to sound like the rumbling screeching of the infected.

     

     

    She struggled to emerge from sleep, wondering who was talking to her. When she opened her eyes, it took her a full second to comprehend that there was a strange man staring straight at her.

     

    “Wakey, wakey! Eggs and bakey!” He growled.

     

    “Aaaaaahhhhhhh!” Bette screamed, reaching for Helena and the baby.

     

    “Whaaaa?” Helena shot awake, looking at the threat as it unfolded. “For fucksake!” She held their daughter close as the dripping, diseased researcher named Bud stood before Bette.

     

    He pressed his hand against his face, drawing forth a handful of puss and blood, before reaching for Bette’s face. His hand neared her eye and she grimaced, certain that she was about to become one of the undead.

     

    “Bette, move the fuck away!” Lara stood in the doorway, her gun held at chest level. “Bette move!” Bette dove sideways, just as she shot Bud in the side of the head. He looked at her with sad blue eyes before falling over the bed. He twitched a few times and then was still.

     

    “Where are the others?” Bette shouted. “Alice…Dylan….and where are those fucking researchers hiding?” Lara shook her head in a panic.

     

    “I just came looking for you guys. I woke up, our door was ajar, and Alice was gone.” Lara nearly began to cry, before a sound behind her caused her to turn around.

     

    She nearly fired, but lifted her gun right in time and relaxed her trigger finger.

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    2. LOL…damn you for pointing out my typos. I don’t have the money to hire an editor full time. My part time editor is fighting the zombies on my F**’ing front lawn, so she’s of no use to me.

    3. Personally I see nothing wrong with German beer if you can get it in your mouth. And to err is human, most of my uncorrected typos show up here in these lovely comment boxes. Pretty sure zombies don’t worry about spelling. Or grammar. Speaking of zombies, doesn’t Jenny qualify as mixed nuts? Has the projectionist been smoking? Always drops a reel just when things are getting interesting, would have liked to have seen what happened next among those 3.

    4. I had high hopes for the zombie-dog adoption, and you did not disappoint! So Alice thinks that Jenny and her cobbled-together zombie family unit are “fucking weird and wrong”? Well I say they’re fucking weird and RIGHT because, hey, it’s Jenny and IMO she’s found her true calling in this brilliantly whacked scenario. I trust Poka’s identity will be revealed in the next installment…

    5. Dude, what was that? With the missing reel? *bites fist* And what was Poka, that Helena had no idea that she was? If that made sense? What’s to become of Jenny, Shane, and the yapping zombie mutt? Why do I have so many questions, and no answers? And you’ll be posting soon, yes, helebette? Hope so… thanks for this one, though. Cheers!

    6. You scared the bejeebus out of me with this one, stupid really as i kinda knew what was coming but still, a sucker for it every time, don’t you dare stop writing this or I will have to pout and cry and demand that jenny and shane and zombie dog get their own spin off series … *grin* .. and missing reel … tee hee .. *wink*

    7. I had a dream last night and it was really creepy, I dreamed that Shane and Jenny were biting someone =O I blame PT for this heheh just kidding I love this story… PPS!!!

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