Kill-Basa: New Flavors in Zombie Horror by Sean Graham

Author:Sean Graham [Graham, Sean]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Undead, monster, alternate history, Zombie, surreal, dark humor, walking dead, apocalypse, creature, Lang:en
Publisher: Sean Graham
Published: 2012-03-22T01:35:02+00:00

July 2, 1863

Gettysburg, PA

The second day of battle …

Lee sat in his tent in the glow of a shrinking candle. For the hundredth time he pored over maps and figures of head count—able-bodied, dead and soon to be dead—ammo and stores and on and on. He leaned back in his chair and tossed his spectacles onto the table and rubbed his exhausted eyes. They needed a miracle.

The tent flap pulled back and Captain Rutgers’ head appeared. Dried blood stained his cheek and his eyes were sunken deep in his head. “General, you wanted to know if anything out of the ordinary popped up.”

Lee pushed back and stood, straightened his immaculate uniform and exhaled deeply. “Yes.”

“Well, sir, this is certainly out of the ordinary.”

Outside, the path between tents was lined with the wounded. Corpsmen scurried like rats tending to the dying. Lee followed the captain past the perimeter of the camp into the Pennsylvania woods beyond the reach of the torchlight and campfires.

A wagon sat in the darkness. A canvas shroud covered its bulky cargo. The mules hitched to the transport were uneasy and shifted constantly. Captain Rutgers approached the two men standing at the wagon’s open rear tailgate.

“Sentries spotted them. They said you wanted to see them. That you’ve been waiting for them. They would not give me their names.”

“We ain’t got…”

“…no names,” Lee said, speaking in unison with the man. He had heard that before. The man chuckled and spat something black onto the forest floor. His head was covered in long thin hair that hardly covered his scalp, and he had a fierce underbite. He was short, but the man standing behind was a giant by any standard. The big man’s eyes were small and too close together. They went cross and wide again as he continuously refocused on the two soldiers in silence. The pair smelled like wet dogs.

“Let’s see it,” said Lee in his customary way of cutting to the chase. Despite his bravado his palms were sweating. He fought back the urge to check the shadows for what might lie in hiding.

The smaller man with no name grinned and let out a giggle and shuffled to the other side of the wagon. The two men grabbed the canvas from each side and pulled it back, the smaller man having to step onto the wheel to pull the cover over the top edge of the cargo.

“My God,” Rutgers breathed, and he stepped backwards before he could stop himself.

The covered cargo was a cage, and inside the cage was a woman. Chains held her arms and ankles to rings at the top of the cage and at the floor. She was naked … and rotting. Her eyes were solid white; the color of her irises, brown possibly, swam in the background. Her skin was pale greenish gray and covered with festering wounds. Black, gelatinous fluid dripped from a slash in her arm into a pickling jar. A dozen other jars already filled with the goo lined the wagon bed next to the cage.

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