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Planet Terror: One Hundred Thousand Years of Solitude
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All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places
Worn out faces
Bright and early for the daily races
Going nowhere
Going nowhere
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression
No expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow
No tomorrow
Bette sat on a rock in the midst of a solitary desert. Her lip trembled. Her hands shook as they gripped the swords which dripped with the blood of those she would rather have killed than saved.
They had all left her. All of them.
A piercing scream filled scorched air.
“Was that Bette?” Alice stopped in her tracks, addressing her question to no one in particular.
“Of course.” Helena replied calmly. Alice looked at her, looked at Peggy and Kit, at Lara who held Caiohme and at Shane who seemed even more reluctant to leave Bette behind.
“Maybe this is a mistake…” Alice turned back, searching the horizon for Bette.
They waited.
“Bette…”
“Sweetheart…”
“Wake up!…”
Three days earlier
Their plan was set to unfold at first light.
“Pretty simplistic plan we’ve got there…” Bette scoffed. She sat below deck in a small room with a single bed. On the floor, Helena had sat the baby, and now she tried to feed her an after dinner snack. Above deck, Lara and Alice camped out, keeping an eye on the shoreline. Kit and Peggy and Shane were asleep in another room, while Kit’s boyfriend fixed the helicopter. His name may or may not have been Zander, or Xander, Bette wasn’t sure.
“Yep.” Helena said with a grin. “You and I defeat an army of the infected, while the others fly above the whole mess…”
“That piece of shit isn’t safe.” Bette grumbled. “the pilot had two malfunctions on our way back here to get you, and he spent half his time staring at my sister’s breasts anyway…he’s an idiot.”
“Hush darling, we’ll get Caiohme out of there all right.” Helena hesitated, thinking over what Bette said. “We could give her to Shane, while we fight…”
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What’s up with the decapitation? Did the cure not take, or are Bette’s motivations more sinister? Conflict with Helena will undoubtedly ensue. It figures that Jenny would take to butchering zombies like the proverbial duck to water. If I were a zombie facing certain death, the nonchalant Shane would be my executioner of choice. Being massacred by the maniacal, shrieking Jenny would be nerve-wracking to say the least.
Arugala? Isn’t that an awfully vegan sort of war cry for a waterlogged, whirling dervish ninja? At least Shazam makes some sense, even if taking the kid’s head off doesn’t. What’s up with that? Can we see Lara and Alice’s dirty pillows, please? Thanks for bringing this one back at long last.
I don’t think I’ve ever been so glad to see Jenny, actually. That’s a first. Me disapproving of Bette killing someone or thing in this story is another. Tut tut, Bette. Tut tut. I suppose that disapproval is a tad faint, after all. Maybe the girl wasn’t cured and Bette’s zombie sixth sense kicked in, or the girl muttered something about all the zombies eating cake, or something. I’m sure all will be explained. What *I* want to know, is why everyone left her behind. Please do return to this one soonish, hb. Thanks
Hello there my friend… you see Bette is god… and well she wants to stay god… “WHO ELSE HERE TOOK CULTURAL STUDIES?” raises hand… that is the essential thing in human existence… that is the reason we were all created by whom and for whom ever to become creators… to become gods… in essence a parent becomes a god upon conception… we become what we fear the most… all consuming… I love that ending… that is so rich and detailed and layered and well just freaking brilliant, you create an underlying layer, a subtext about creationism… we create new and better things just to destroy it and create something even more new and amazing… its all about ingenuity and constructionism (not even a real word but it works)… this is what the matrix taught us about ourselves I guess… we live to create, we are born to destroy. Sincerely, JC
ha! you f**’ing get it better than i did writing it! dh, i’ve been spending a week trying to figure out why bette cut that thing’s head off. LOL
Hey, sorry I haven’t commented in awhile! This is still great as ever, although the decapitation confuses me. At least I’m not alone in that, and I’m sure you’ll explain it later. Also, I just have to say that using Mad World lyrics to open this chapter is probably the most brilliant move ever, and not just because I adore that song.
Rated R for REALLY gory, or even X for Xtra gory!! What IS up with the curing and then decapitating? I think I am going to hide from all the fighting, and hang out in the Pontiac with Bette and Helena!!!
the…”diva”…is…back…again hahah LOVED IT!!!! aragula rocks =D this chapter was awesome!! what’s wrong with Bette? Why she wants another baby? PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE post soon… =D