The Pith

Halloween is not a good time to invite a stranger home for a bite to eat, especially one dressed as a zombie.

The block party had been filled with children hours earlier, out collecting their tricks and treats from the neighbors, but they had since been sent to their beds by their parents and it was time for the adults to party.  Bowls of candy were soon replaced with kegs of beer and spiked bowls of punch.

John decided to join the party at this point, hoping to get lucky.  A pirate wench caught his eye earlier in the evening, but it didn’t take him long to find her to be too drunk for his liking.  Drunk women, he’d found, were the least fun in bed and he wanted to have fun on Halloween.

Just as he was thinking of calling it a night, she showed up.  A luscious zombie with a wicked smile.  He could tell that she put some thought and work into her costume.  She wore tattered clothes full of holes and no shoes.  Her toenails and fingernails were long green spikes and her eyes glowed an eerie yellow.  But underneath all that disgusting makeup, she was stacked.

She smiled at him. “You’re pickled,” she murmured as he stared blatantly at her chest.

“I may be pickled,” he said while grinning at her chest, “but I can still recognise a beautiful woman when I see one.”

“Maybe I was wrong about you,” she ran one of her black talons across his cheek.

“Pretty much,” he turned the Stein in his hand upside down. “See? It’s empty. It’s been empty all night.”

“Then why carry it, if you aren’t going to use it?”

“Because it goes with the drunken pirate motif!”  He spread his arms wide to give her a good look at his costume.  Instead of a sword hanging from his belt, there was a brown jug clearly labeled “Rum” and an oversized corkscrew in place of a knife.  He had gone to the trouble of spilling a little beer on himself earlier to further the illusion of drunkenness.

The party was winding down and the air was growing colder.  Zombie girl wasn’t wearing much and was showing signs of being chilled.  John decided to invite her in for a little warmth.

“Would you like to get out of the chilly air? My apartment is just down the block.” He gestured towards a six-story building on the far corner.

She rubbed her hands up and down her arms and nodded. “Yeah, yeah, yes please.”

He offered her his pirate vest to keep her warm during the walk to his building. She let him drape it over her shoulders and followed close behind him while he talked about himself.

John was quite proud of his diet and exercise routine, but he also spoke of being a loner and still unattached.  The right woman had yet to come into his life, but he hadn’t given up hope of finding her.

Zombie girl smiled and nodded as he led her up three flights of stairs and down a long hallway to the back of the building.

“It’s quiet here, not many neighbors because of the climb.” He opened the two locks on his apartment door and ushered her inside.  “Make yourself comfortable.” He gestured towards the couch, while he started to remove portions of his costume.

He left the pile of discarded costume on the floor and walked into the kitchen. He poured a glass of water for himself and raised it to her.  “Can I get you something to eat or drink?”

“I would like something to eat.” She grinned at him and winked.

John grabbed a bunch of grapes and sat next to her on the couch.

“That’s not what I’m hungry for.” She ran her index finger up his thigh and licked her lips.

He pulled her close to kiss her, but had little time to react when she inserted one of her long talons into the back of his neck, slipping it between the vertebrae, and deftly severed his spinal cord. John watched helplessly while she licked the pith off her talon.

She stripped off the zombie makeup to reveal an inhuman face and a flat chest. Zombie girl was something far worse; she was a real ghoul. His screams went unheard while she savagely bit a chunk of flesh from his muscular thigh.

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About Julirose

Amateur word arranger, avid number cruncher, and science fiction and fantasy enthusiast.
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