Zombie Tales: Primrose Court Apt. 305 Read Online Free

and let the
spray wash the thick, dark blood down the drain.
    ~ Climb in, Charlie Boy.
~
    What?
    ~ Climb in, you have to
rinse off so you don’t track blood all over the house. You need to
wrap her in garbage bags and get the two big suitcases out of her
closet. ~
    Charles reluctantly rose to his feet
and stepped into the tub, careful not to slip in the blood. As he
took his apron and goggles off Mariana’s torso shifted and her hand
fell on his ankle. Charles almost screamed, his foot slipped as he
jerked it away and he fell, landing hard on the pieces of his wife.
Luckily, he didn’t fall on any of the jagged bones protruding from
the torn flesh.
    ~ Stop acting like a baby,
she’s dead, you lout. ~
    Sorry, Mother.
    The wrapping was much easier than the
dismemberment had been. Charles double wrapped each body part and
then stuffed it into the luggage. He had to bend the legs at the
knee to get them to fit in with the arms and head and the rest of
her was a snug fit in the second suitcase, but in the end, he had
her packaged up tight.
    He took another shower after, since it
was empty. He removed the gloves and left them with the Apron and
the goggles. Before toweling off, he filled the bathtub quarter of
the way and dumped a full bottle of bleach in.
    ~ You have to hurry,
Charlie Boy, it’s getting late and you want to be right in the
thick of traffic. The more cars the better, you want to be just
another one of the thousands of commuters on the street.
~
    He looked at his watch again as he
headed for his bedroom to get a fresh change of clothes, 4:31. His
work had taken him nearly three hours counting the butchery of the
dinette set.
    Are you sure getting into
traffic is the best idea?
    He crossed through the kitchen and
around the scrap wood of the table.
    ~ It’s all about numbers,
Charlie. ~
    Oh, shit! Oh, shit! The
cops are here.
    Charles stepped to the side of the
living room window and peered down into the street. A patrol car
pulled to a stop in front of the building and a tall, well built
officer got out and looked up at him. Charles edge a little further
behind the curtain and held his breath. The cop cocked his head to
the side and squeezed the button on his little shoulder
radio.
    “Disbatch, this is Charlie
14.”
    “Go ahead, Charlie 14,” a woman’s voice
responded.
    “Do we have an apartment number on that
noise disturbance?” the cop asked.
    “Caller said apartment 305,” The woman
replied.
    “That’s what I thought. Listen, I need
you to get someone from psych down here. I got a guy out on the
ledge of the fifth floor, looks like he’s planning to
jump.”
    “Copy that, Charlie 14.”
    Oh, my God, they’re coming
for me, they’re coming for me.
    ~ Pull yourself together,
you fool. They’re here about the noise. They can’t break the door
down over a noise complaint. Just don’t answer the door and they’ll
go away. ~
    Charles stepped away from
the window as the officer disappeared into the building. He moved
to the front door and stared out the peephole, waiting, dreading
the arrival of the cop. When he finally did come onto the third
floor landing, Charles’s heart was thumping so hard his chest hurt. He
clutched at it with one hand and wiped the sweat from his lip with
the other, never taking his eye away from the peephole in his front
door.
    The officer turned his way, but instead
of coming to the door, he continued up the staircase. Charles
sighed out, not realizing he had been holding his
breath.
    ~ Go now, Charlie Boy,
there’s something else keeping them occupied. If you get out of the
apartment now it’ll be empty before they come back. ~
    He ran to the bathroom and grabbed one
of the suitcases. Halfway out of the room he stopped.
    ~Take them both; you won’t
have time to come back. ~
    Yes, Mother.
    It was awkward getting both the large
pieces of luggage out of the apartment, but both had wheels, so
once passed the door frame it was easy to get them to the stairs.
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