Zombies From Space...and Vampires by Angela B. Chrysler

Author:Angela B. Chrysler [Chrysler, Angela B.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: vampires, apocalypse, science fiction, zombie, alien, dark humor, nerd, Zombie Apocalypse, zombies and vampires
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

“The darkness... the madness... madness.”

Aria studied the nearly naked man sprawled out on the lounger as he muttered endlessly in a thick English accent. He clutched the blanket to his chest as Adam moved a stethoscope over the man’s chest.

“His eyes look like they’re going to bulge right out of their sockets,” Cinders announced as she settled down at the bar clutching a wine bottle.

“They do don’t they,” Angela said.

“Darkness…”

“What’s wrong with him?” Aria asked as Adam pulled the stethoscope from his ears and sighed.

“Well, nothing from what I can see. Whatever is wrong with him is mental.”

“Clearly,” Cinders said.

“Madness…Mad…”

“Has he said anything else?” Adam asked, contemplating the situation as if watching the machinations of a well-oiled contraption run.

“Nothing,” Angela said. “He only talks about the darkness…and the madness…”

“And the darkness,” Cindy said.

“Right, that too,” Angela said not missing a beat.

“Hey,” a loud crunch came from the door as Norry bit into an apple. “How’s garlic boy doing?”

“Could you lot, be any more insensitive?” Aria shouted as she jumped up from her spot at the counter.

Norry bit another loud chunk out of the apple.

“This poor man is clearly upset. Something has seriously messed him up—”

“You can say ‘fuck,’ Aria,” Norry said.

“No!” Aria shouted. “I won’t! I refuse to believe this situation is that bad! There are no vampires! There are no zombies—”

“Weeches.”

“No!” Aria shrieked. “No Weeches! No vampires! No aliens and certainly no zombies!”

“Caius,” Mad Matt suddenly whispered, drawing everyone’s attention back to the lounger. “Caiu—”

In one swoop, Matt threw back the blanket and leapt to his feet. “Thou shalt not bring me back from the flames you heathens! Devils! Not back from the darkness!”

Matt jumped from the lounger and, before Cindy could chug the rest of her wine, Matt was off running up the stairs to the main deck, three steps at a time, his garlic butter soaked butt flap leaving behind a trail of stench.

“Liberty!” Matt screamed.

“Get him!” Chess shouted, withdrawing her cutlass and leading the series of whoops as Cindy, Angela, Stanushka, and Chess bolted up the stairs after him.

Up the stairs, Matt led the menagerie that ran smack into his bare back at the top of the stairs.

“You,” he growled, pointing a long finger at a figure standing on the deck of the Slush Brain.

“Be gone!” Matt shouted, but already Angela had withdrawn her sword. Cindy, her daggers, and Stanushka had brought her rocket-launcher-styled contraption to her face and taken aim.

“Well aren’t you a sorry lot towing around that garbage now,” came the lax drawl from the shadows. With ease, Kylie stepped from the gunwale to the deck. “You’d think we’re at war or something.”

“We are at war, sucker,” Stanushka said.

“Right,” Kylie said. “With the war and the Weeches and the blood…”

“What do you want, sucker?” Angela growled.

“Relax. I’m not here to help. I’m here to annoy,” Kylie said. “And the easiest way to get under Caius’ skin is to help you.”

Everyone tightened their hold on their weapons.

“Caius will be coming for him,” Kylie said, nodding at Mad Matt who still stood terror stricken.

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