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Planet Terror: Birds Redux
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Jackie left on a cold dark night, telling me he’d be home
Sailed the seas for a hundred years
Leaving me all alone…
And I’ve been dead for twenty years
I’ve been washing the sand
With my ghostly tears
Searching the shores…
Two Days Previous…
Bette and Helena walked in exhausted silence back to the compound. Sweat beaded across their foreheads and shone on their arms. A grayish white, dust covered patches of their clothes.
“We should get cleaned up.” Bette said with a sigh. “Then we plan our next move…”
“Wait.” Helena stopped and closed her eyes wearily. “Just look at this place…”
Bette stopped with a smile, and looked instead at Helena’s face. Her eyes traced bare shoulders, flat belly, exposed upper thighs. Her tongue darted out to lick her upper lip.
“Dammit, Bette, look around.” Helena said with a laugh. “it’s beautiful here.” She was so tired, more than she ever had been it seemed. But something about the place they were in, was starting to get to her in the best way possible. The compound had hidden them all from the wonder of their continued survival.
“Yes, yes it is…beautiful” Bette smirked, leaning in to kiss Helena’s neck.
Helena pushed her away, still laughing. “not what I meant…I just wanted to stop and I don’t know…”
“Smell the roses and a thousand other clichés?” Bette rubbed sore muscles, noting for the first time what surrounded them. “What kinds of birds are those?” She wondered aloud.
“Some kind of sea bird…I don’t know…It’s amazing here, isn’t it?” Helena began wandering toward a lush green area just at the edge of sandy beach and aqua blue water. “The animals have all survived infection…” A giant sea turtle wandered in the brush; a rather loud sea bird called to its family; countless living organisms washed ashore in the still moving beach alcove.
“huh.” Bette nodded, shrugged, and moved closer to stand at Helena’s side. They watched for awhile. “it’s funny, that they didn’t become altered in any way. Maybe some researcher should look into it.”
“one who’s not a total jackass, and a religious freak to boot?” Helena asked, leaning over against Bette’s side, nudging her until she wrapped her arm around Helena’s shoulder. “What about you?”
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The Birds is like so funny to me..seriously…anyway, u seem to like to scare me, love, and ur doing a very good job…great post…pps
So I get the feeling I am overbantering, eh? No worries about banter in this here chap…I am running for cover!! Did I mention I don’t really DO horror movies, or birds, really, and having them flying at my head a a “Grandpa Hitch” is the stuff of nightmares..and now we have hundreds of infected DEMONIC birds no less…mommmmmmeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!
i like your banter! don’t stop bantering! (i hope your mom doesn’t kick my ass for giving you bad dreams)
So in addition to zombies, they have to contend with demonic crows? If Hitch’s “The Birds” is your inspiration, I have to wonder which character is about to suffer the fate of Annie, the hapless schoolteacher.
actually, i fibbed a little on my reference…it’s actually Resident Evil, more than the birds…there won’t be a school teacher because the birds is too cheesy of a film. hehehe
So much for Helena’s observation that the wildlife didn’t get infected. But helebette, I’m shocked that you of all people would dis Hitchcock. I am of course willing to listen to your definition of cheesy in this case. Perhaps you’re too young to understand how seminal (shades of El Wray) and influential his Psycho was to virtually every horror (yeah, them!) and suspense film that followed. Looks pretty tame now, but was truly shocking and revolutionary at the time. OK, so it’s an OLD movie, no excuses! (And Vertigo, which is neither horror nor really suspense, is one of my all time favorites. Adult in the best and least lurid sense of the word. Man, does Jimmy Stewart’s head get fucked with in that one!)
OK, but Grandpa Hitch did the best he could with rear screen projection and bread crumbs.
ok, ok, i shall only say: the birds is cheesy, and just because it involves birds. i was slightly creeped out when tippy was in the attic with them, but other than that…and you’re right, i deserve to be beaten for ever dissing Psycho. he did a wonderful job of picking up on the creepiness of those american ‘backwoods’ and that loonie graverobber and the wonders of chocolate syrup in a black and white film…i would never diss psycho, nor do i actualy have an issue with hitchcock. it’s just that the birds were cheesy. lol
OMG crows are soo gross and scary, but I totally LOVED this chapter! What’s wrong with helena? why she was so tired? I have one more thing to say… BON JOVI ROCKS!!! heheh PPS!!!
Still here, even through the carnage
this is getting better and the birds just great and I can’t wait to see what will happen next please post soon great update I love it
Okay. That was nice to start… Untainted wildlife, and white sand, and the like. Then we get Bette and Hels, all-action kicking ass. I got it, double-barreled dose of contrasting beauty in the midst of insanity. But demon crows? Feeding off a teeming wall of sort-of-dead humanity? That are aiming for the girls? No. No more spiked blood pressure. I got all lulled into a sense of calmness and serenity… Okay, so maybe I didn’t. But still. If the remaining wildlife have been turned, well then… they’re all screwed. I just don’t like them odds. I’m like, a week late, but I hope the next post is soon. Cheers hb.