Zombie Kong - Anthology by unknow

Author:unknow
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Books of the Dead Press
Published: 2012-01-19T15:00:00+00:00

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“You gained some weight, fat boy,” Eddie said. “Night shift has been good to you, Mood. It’s been a couple months and already you look like the spitting image of a young Buddha.”

He patted Moody’s stomach, then snapped his hand away as if he’d been burned.

Moody smiled. “That’s not fat. It’s muscle weight.”

Eddie nodded and cleared his throat. “Well, don’t get your panties in a wad… and make sure you check in tomorrow a few minutes early. I’ll need to show you the new security system––”

“Is the code 12345?”

Eddie answered with a grunt, and left the locker room.

When Moody was sure he was gone, he opened his locker and took out a bag of alligator bones, swiped from the museum’s storage shelves. No one would miss them, at least, not for some time.

He left the museum and drove home with a grin. When he reached his shitty apartment complex, he shielded his eyes from the morning sun, slipped in through a broken door, and ran up four flights of stairs to his one-bedroom apartment.

It was a tight fit. His new project had already filled his apartment to the door inside a month.

His stomach growled, but he ignored it. Work first, then food.

Moody stepped over the arm of the construct––the new body he was building for his friend––and he sat beside the sack of its hand. He dumped the alligator bones on the stained carpet beside it, and he went to work sticking them inside the hand, building the new skeleton, piece by piece. Of course, he didn’t know how a hand worked beneath the skin, but his friend––the worm he named Kong Junior––sent the required information to his brain.

Since Kong had disintegrated in the museum and the worm had joined with him, he spent every free hour rebuilding. The apartment stunk to high heaven, but no one complained. His neighbors were either too afraid of being deported or too busy cooking methamphetamines in their kitchens.

For the skin and fur needed in a single arm, he’d sewn together half his carpet, a dead dog, a road-kill cat, and three taxidermy raccoons stolen from the museum’s prop storage. For the inner muscles of the forearm and bicep, he used maggot-swollen strips of meat. For strength, he added bungee cords.

Combining his determination with Kong Junior’s smarts, there was nothing they couldn’t accomplish.

The masterpiece was the head, the biggest part he would finish before working on the chest. They manufactured its face almost verbatim to Moody’s memory, only this time without the animatronics. For eyes, bowling balls hung heavy in their tar-covered sockets. Other features included clothing from his closet, rubber from stolen tires, caveman dresses from the museum, leather from a cow he had poisoned at a nearby farm, and countless other bits and pieces he had scavenged, swiped, or skinned.

Kong Senior would’ve been proud.

“We’re one and the same,” Kong Junior said to him, in his thoughts.

“I know, I know,” Moody said.

The worm uncoiled from beside his intestines and poked its head through Moody’s elongated navel.

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