Monsterland 2 by Shaun Whittington

Author:Shaun Whittington [Whittington, Shaun]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Zombie Apocalypse
Published: 2016-08-29T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

Saturday 9th June

His sticky eyes opened and he lifted his tongue up to lick the roof of his crinkly mouth. He was severely dehydrated and sitting up was a momentous task for a hungover Marvin Dickinson, but he managed it. He looked down and could see he was still fully-dressed.

He rubbed at his throbbing temples to try and ease the pain, but knew that it was liquids that his body needed, not a massage, and swung his legs to the side of the bed. He wasn't quite ready yet, but he was going to attempt standing up and see if he could manage to stay on his feet.

A minute had passed and with shaky legs, he stood up and swayed as if he was on a boat on rough waters. The room span and he laughed to himself. He had been in some states before, but this was one of his worst. Flashes of the day before began to enter his mind and he knew that he had been a bad boy and probably said some things to the group that were indefensible, but he couldn't remember much.

He then touched his crotch and winced. He was sore there. Maybe I fell over on the way to the room.

"Jesus," he began to snicker. "How much did I have to drink?" He then remembered. A full bottle of Jack Daniels. "Oh."

He took a slow walk to the bathroom and speeded up once he could feel the contents of his stomach making its way back up. He released a jet-like spray of vomit that mainly went into the toilet, but some of it hit the toilet seat itself. He didn't have time to lift the seat up, and was now bent over, retching, and bringing up the rest of the stuff his body was rejecting. He spat a few times into the toilet, then stood up straight, unzipped himself and pulled out his penis. Without looking, he peed into the toilet, his urine was an awful light brown colour, and he could feel a dull pain in his stomach once he was finished.

"You've gotta be kidding," he moaned and clutched his stomach.

He pulled his trousers round his ankles, turned around and sat on the seat. He felt rough and his arse cheeks were resting on some of the puke that had hit the seat, but it was not bothering him in the slightest.

He threw his head back as his bowels released runny shit. Marvin released a groan once he was finished, and used the white toilet roll that was at the side to wipe himself.

He undressed completely and threw the clothes to the corner of the bathroom. He then ran the cold tap of the bath and rinsed himself off, from the groin to his feet, then put a towel around himself and went back to the bedroom.

He went over to the cupboard, head still spinning, and opened it. All the rooms looked unlived in and was surprised that there were clothes in this cupboard.

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