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Planet Terror: Hell Breaks Loose
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Multitudes are marching
To the big kettle drum
Voices calling
Voices cryin’
Some are born
And some are dyin’
“Hey, yo, you guys hear that?” The woman who called herself Goddess stood to look through binoculars. She couldn’t see anything yet. Beside her, her friend who called herself She, polished their guns and looked up as well.
Kit walked up behind them, along with the French woman who refused to speak to anyone, but whose name they thought might be Claudette or something like that.
Dust kicked up as the sounds of rumbling and stomping—at least half a dozen jeeps and one helicopter, and perhaps a motorcycle of sorts—could be heard in the distance. Within moments, an army appeared.
“Survivors! Fucking hell yeah motherfucka!” Goddess ducked Kit’s smack only narrowly.
“You’re a dumbass.” Was all Kit said.
Suddenly the army stopped their movements. Kit’s eyes grew wide with fear.
“Fuck, they spotted us. Oh my fucking god, they are going to think that we’re the infected if we don’t do something quickly.” The four women immediately began to look around their small house for white sheets or rags, anything to wave in the air.
In the larger group, Bette raised her binoculars carefully.
“There are four women. I think they’re alive.” She handed the binoculars to Helena. Helena shook her head, still breathing deeply through painful cramps, which she still wasn’t sure constituted labor. “I believe you darling.” She gasped, breathing in and out.
Suddenly, one of the women, began jogging calmly toward them, waving a large white flag. Bette grinned broadly.
“No fucking way!” No one could stop her as she leapt off the jeep and ran full out until she reached the woman. They froze for a moment and then began inexplicably to weep and hug one another.
“I wonder who that is?” Alice nudged the Chopper up beside Helena who groaned and moaned, trying to stretch her legs and get comfortable in the back of a Jeep. “Hey, babe, how are you holding up?” Alice got off the bike and rubbed Helena’s lower belly. Helena looked terrified.
“It’s too soon, Alice.” She said, tears springing to her eyes. “What if something is really seriously wrong?”
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Nice try, Alice, but you’re just not the leader type. Psycho Jenny terminating her creator was a neat bit of poetic justice. Planet Terror is shaping up to be a classic page-turner, and at the heart of it are two deeply sympathetic characters. Helena’s nightmare had better be displaced anxiety and not a hint of things to come!
The more you write and the more I read the more I like this cant wait for another update. thanks
This story had a little bit of everything and that’s what make it so good. Great update! And just like the infected I keep coming back for more.
Damn! That was at turns hilarious (Goddess & She, IC, Jenny), sad, and completely terrifying. This story is just bloody fantastic… you’ve always got me on the edge of my seat, you make me crow with laughter, and you’ve made me really like and care about Bette and Helena together. I don’t have enough thumbs to put up to relay how great I think this story and your writing is. Anyway, post the next soon, helebette. Thanks!
Did you see Omega Man? I frickin love this story
thanx for the fantastic update. u r doing a great job with this story. please update soon
I am officially scared – I need to go read something romantic – Ligea’s Poet springs to mind. Great update.
That Jenny is one tough critic. I wonder if she can take it as well as she can dish it out? But there must still be beauty left in this nightmarish world if she find the one for her, another label-lover.
I love it and can’t what to see what will happen next please post soon