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Planet Terror: prequel
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“I need a ride.” Helena said finally. This was a decision that would cost her in some ways, but save her life in the long run. In the end, she was glad she took the ride.
Tina Kennard was still trying to fix her damned car as El Wray and Helena passed her on the road.
“Dammit…goddammit…” She swore, glancing at the Blackberry in the passenger side of her car. An eerie green flow flooded the highways on this strange night. It made her nervous.
The sounds coming from the bushes on either side of the highway made her more nervous. They weren’t bears, or wolves, or anything she had ever heard before.
Tina started walking, hoping desperately for a ride to the hospital. To Bette.
“Help!” She waved down a passing car. It zoomed past her, knocking her over.
The things in the bushes were faster than she could be. The rest of her story need not be told.
“DR BLOCK.” One of the overeager Ambulance attendants came walking casually in. He loved telling that prick—paid more than he was, and with such a gorgeous wife—that there were, indeed, many many dead bodies for him to deal with. “Got three more…”
“You know,” The attendant added. “You’re going to break that thing right off in your mouth…” he watched as Dr. Block put a thermometer in his own mouth, checking it from time to time before chomping on it once again.
“Keeps me calm.” William quickly pulled off white sheets, making his way through the trio of cold ones. “if I break it, then I will know that I am not calm.”
Dr. Block got to the last of the bodies and looked down. He broke the glass thermometer between his molars. “Get me my wife.” Was all he said, removing blood and glass from his teeth.
Dr. Porter came walking quickly up, wondering what the fuck her dipshit husband wanted now. She had to get Amy.
Tina would be picking her up momentarily.
They had to leave. Tonite. What the fuck did he want?
And then he showed her.
“Look Doc…” The attendant picked what was left of Tina off the gurney. “Someone ate her brain.”
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Dr. Block is a bastard. I haven’t seen the movie (they split it up into two parts here, and only showed the Tarantino half last week, for one week. Everyone says I missed nothing, cos it was apparently “pish.” I’ll reserve judgement.), but I hope Blockhead meets a timely demise. The rabid TiBetter in me demands I say it: poor Tina. There. Duty’s done. Moving on! There gonna be a part 2 of this sequel, hb? Anyway, I haven’t forgotten that you left a cliffhanger last chap, I’m looking for resolution… (a happy one. Well as happy as happy can be in a post-apocalyptic planet filled with zombie ponies.) More soon, thanks!
apologies to the tibetters…i honestly meant nothing by it…*sheepish*…i’m working on that other cliffhanger, no worries…just can’t decide what to do with peggy. lol
Thank you thank you hb!! Now it makes more sense. My god Dr Block was a beast wasn’t he.I hope he got an especially gruesome demise. Too bad about Tina wannit? I am all torn up about that…lol. But, Bette’s daughter!! :( Also, I was wondering what was in the needles? Was Bette an addict,though certainly understandable if she was? Looking forward to more prequel, and don’t forget poor Peggy in pure peril! Oh, and how can the baby be bionic unless she gets bitten too, and it’s just not in good FORM to go around infecting babies, but of course, that is where little zombie pony comes in!! Who else would want to play with it??
It’s true, folks. HB did in fact zombify My Little Pony and it was very special. I’m so blessed to have seen it. I wish she would do that to my fucking EKG teacher, the wishy-washy, equivocating bitch! For the money I’m paying in tuition I should get someone who can answer a fucking question! I should get somebody helps you understand rather than cause confusion with her indecision! I should get somebody who’s prior teaching experience encompased more than bible class! 2 more weeks, 2 more weeks, just 2 more weeks and I’m done with her! Ah hem. You are going to show us the bastard meeting an unpleasant demise aren’t you? Yes, what DO those assorted needles do? They remind me that Al Pacino’s Scarface had a l’il friend that had something to do with shots as well. And let Tina’s fate be a lesson to us all. Your life can depend on regular vehicle maintenance. (By the way hb, I noticed you spell asshole as an unhyphenated compound word.)
Apparently, funny, we have forgotten our manners this morning. It should be, shut your pie hole PLEASE! ha ha
My extra sensitive sensitivity training tells me that possibly funnyone MAY have some kind of issue with her EKG instructor, but I MIGHT be wrong. I think hb should share the photos of my little zombie!! Waiting to hear about those “lil friends.” Plus, why why WHY was my Bette with that monster dude, her husband, not the zombies…
Oh well, at least you spared us the gory details of poor Tina’s demise. Feel free not to exercise such restraint when it’s Dr. Block’s turn.
lol…poor tina, indeed…uhhh, i didn’t explain the little needles hey…well, i’ve f**’ed up and forgotten in subsequent PT chapters that Dr. Porter is in fact, an anthesiologist (a word that i cannot possibly spell properly at this early hour)–why she goes into hysterics when helena gives birth, i dunno, maybe she missed that part during her med school training–anyhoo, the little needles are her little sleepy friends. one takes away the pain, the other, blahblah, i forget, so i’m going to have to look up the script online and fix it in the next story. lol! my little pony indeed…maybe caiohme will have a my little pony
Wow…love this, it makes everything in PT more understandable…Dr. Block is an asshole supreme, truly…pps
Moi? Issues? Why would you say that? Now shut your pie hole and pass me the voodoo doll. No, not the pony,