Love Prevails: A Zombie Nightmare Read Online Free

herself.           
    The partiers paid no special attention to the unholy creatures. When Keith and Steve found the courage to join the group, an old man danced up and handed each a cup of beer, tipping his hat playfully as he sidestepped away. The two looked at each other and sniffed the home brew, then took a sip.     
    "Not bad," Keith said, giving Steve a smile of approval.                  
    "You boys did too much dilly-dallying." Pete said. "Not much time to catch a buzz before the show."                 
    "You know how it is, just making sure the girls are comfortable," Keith said.
    "What ‘cha think? Pretty good stuff, eh?"    
    "It does warm the insides," Steve said, following with a cough.
    "There’s plenty, but you boys need to come on over with me. It’s about to begin."
    The guitar stopped playing and the merriment morphed to a muffled hush. The men positioned themselves behind the line of upright corpses and stood side by side with one another.
    Bronson stood in front of the zombie woman and placed a drum with a deerskin top a few feet away from her head. It only agitated her more. Drool dripped from her mouth like thick syrup.
    Ben and his son Earl arrived at the head of the path that led to Bronson. Earl’s body was draped in layers of deerskins and strips of leather had been wound thickly around his neck. The boy grasped a machete tightly in his right hand.
    Bronson brought down an open palm with a loud thump on the drum, and repeated the beat four more times. He made a slight nod toward Earl, and said:
    "From the womb!"
    Earl stepped up to the first living corpse and slowly offered his neck to the animated jaws. The beast gnawed at the leather, unable to penetrate. Earl backed away, raised his machete, and chopped off the head at the neck. A cry of approval burst from the crowd. Earl strutted to the opposite side and stood in front of his next test.
    Bronson continued. "To the weaning!"          
    Earl again offered his neck to the carnivorous corpse. Its teeth scrapped bits of hide but made no real threat. Passing the test, Earl loped off the head with a wide swing of the machete. The crowd cheered as he moved to the next challenge.
    "Through puberty!"    
    Earl repeated the ritual.          
    "To life’s meaning!"   
    Again .
    "The final stand!"       
    Again.
    "To live or die a man!"           
    Earl pursed his lips and slowly approached the last one. The head of the zombie strained the ropes as it chomped wildly for a taste of human flesh. Beyond the comfort of many, Earl finally stepped back and laughed loudly. Grasping the machete with both hands, he spilt the zombie’s head into two pieces in a downward swipe, and finished it off with a chop to the throat. The crowd howled in unison, clanking cups and downing drink.     
    Earl unwrapped the strips of leather from around his neck, and then pulled off each layer of deerskin until he stood naked.
    The crowd started to chant, "Ride . . . ride . . . ride . . . ride . . . ." Earl stepped up behind the last challenge. The undead’s legs were spread apart, her arms held wide by her side.
    Standing between her thighs, he reached down and massaged his penis.
    The crowd continued to chant in slow cadence. "Ride . . . ride . . . ride . . . ."
    Earl spat on his hand and rubbed it on to the head of his shaft, and forced it in her.           
    Bronson began pounding the drum in rhythm.
    "Ride…ride . . . ride . . . ."
    The she-devil doubled her efforts to free herself. Earl held on tight as his hips thrust to the beat and the chants. Petrified vocal cords found life as she screamed in frustration. Earl grabbed the back of her hair and pulled tightly. His thrusting rhythm increased and the chants and drums kept in time.   
    Keith was unable to tear his focus away from the unimaginable scene. It was unnatural. It was defiling to the human soul.