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    Planet Terror: The Sequel

     

    “Hey, Bette, Helena?” A voice whispered at the entrance of their tent.

     

    “Alice, sweetheart, come in.” Helena called out to her friend. Bette sat up and moved over to make room for the unlikely warrior. Bette admired Alice—not only had she survived the night of horror, but she seemed to have retained her cheerful disposition through it all.

     

    “Hey guys, I hope I’m not interrupting.” Alice gave them a lewd wink and smile.

     

    “Not yet, but if you’d just been five minutes later…” Helena backed away as Bette swatted her lightly. Bette was a great deal shyer than Helena on the whole issue of public displays of affection.  She still struggled with her sexual identity, while Helena, ironically, seemed unfazed by being with a woman.

     

    “So what’s up, Alice?” Bette sat comfortably next to the blonde. She wondered sometimes about past lives—if such things existed, she had certainly known this woman.

     

    “Not much. Lara’s on duty. I was bored.”

     

    “Everyone’s swimming I hear. Do you want to go out there?” Helena rubbed her leg—the car accident had severed it below the hip, leaving only a few inches of bone. Sometimes, she could feel the rest of her leg: it itched.

     

    Alice thought about it. “It might be good for all of us. We’ve been sitting around holding onto our guns for way too many hours of the day. Maybe we should go enjoy life a little.”

     

    Helena grabbed a wooden stick that had been carved by Bette into a beautiful cane. Alice and Bette took extra tshirts and underwear for swimming.

     

    In the world before infection, Helena may have been the object of curious glances or even worse. But in this world, nearly everyone had lost something. Bette’s left hand was numb much of the time. She had broken it in a car door and nerve damage had left its toll. Alice’s left foot had been crushed, and she limped when the damp air caused it to ache. Around them, people swam to continually deal with old injuries. Missing body parts reminded them all that they were no longer the people they had once been. They were no longer even the cyborgs of 21st century technoburbs and cities, for their technologies had been replaced by weaponry. They were perfect fighting machines. They were also damaged and grieving—grief reminded them that they were still human.

    Comments

    1. Hell yeah, you better continue! Just as I fear for S5, you had Jenny come drifing back one way or the other. Oh well, she might be useful as bait. C’mon, Jenny bites so turn around is fair play! While you’re at it, can you make Jodi one of the dead?

    2. itz great az alwayz – i luv it! u definately have to continue – please. oh an im with rufus on the jenny comment – shez so out there sometime it would be hard to tell

    3. You know being away for so long doesn’t seem so bad when i’ve got all this to come back to. Uhave certainly been busy, girl u rock! I’m all up to date with your stories and i am loving them!!! This is definitly an amazing start, i can not wait to read more!! So yes you most definitly have to continue!! Keep up the great work, thanks! :D

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