CYOB: Spare Funky Carter
Fri, 04 Apr 2008.
So Nancy Pearl Wannabe had a great idea for a blogger-powered Choose Your Own Blogventure. I signed up, and now here I am writing an ending. I have only actually read the story immediately preceding mine so don’t blame me for any plot holes or unfinished story. I did the best I could.
Start of the Blogventure: Emma’s Encounter
Previous part of the story: Go Towards Store 24
The Story
Emma stared into Carter’s dead, zombie eyes. She was overwhelmed with his calmness, she forgot about the intestines hanging from his mouth, though the yellowing tubes continued to leak black, watery fluid.
Carter stared too; he was taken by Emma’s stillness. She lay there beneath him like a porcelain doll. He had shifted his weight to his arms, afraid to hurt her. His hipster glasses had slid down over his nose and the messenger bag dangled loosely at his side.
He had been holding a box of Hostess cupcakes before falling. They now lay to the side, undamaged in the fall. The faint scent of orange and chocolate crept into Emma’s nostrils.
For a while, the two said nothing. Jake hid beneath the truck, screaming and crying; begging for it all to be over. He was not ready to die. Emma and Carter continued to stare, afraid to move and afraid the moment would be lost.
“I’ll not hit you with this shovel,” Emma said. Her fingertips traced the edge of the polished wooden handle but intended no harm.
Carter turned his head towards Jake and spit out the intestines, the spray of saliva and black intestinal fluid decorated Emma’s silky hair like snowflakes amongst the branches of a tree. He twisted back to her and lost himself again in her eyes. She wiped the blood from his chin and her hand carefully caressed his pale-green cheek and slid up against his smooth, shiny bald spot.
She pulled Carter close. They kissed.
Jake’s screams reached a fever pitch. He was a mess of tears and snot.
Their kisses were sloppy. Her hair was now caked with human blood and his jaw was necrotic and only attached on one side. His hands grasped clumsily at her body, unable to settle on any one spot. She reached out for the cupcakes and wrapped her fingers tightly around one.
Emma broke the kiss to stuff a cupcake into her mouth. She chewed noisily and gasped for air as her hands reached for Carter’s bald spot again. Pieces of cupcake stuck to their teeth as their tongues continued to explore. He started to groan, she started to buck.
“You fucking son of a bitch!” Emma yelled to the heavens as Carter sucked on her neck and smeared another cupcake into her face. This continued until they ran out of cupcakes.
Jake died, mostly from shock. Carter texted Emma the next day and that he “had a really great time” but she never replied. Emma went on to turn into a zombie months later and feels bad for getting caught up in the moment and not using protection.
In the end, Emma was satisfied with the choices she had made throughout this year. Things were not perfect but she was happy and never once did she sacrifice her dignity or compromise her ambition. She really did get to have her cupcake and eat it.
THE END
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You did NOT just try to rick and roll me there at the end, did you?! Love the story. I was hoping some ending up being gruesome!
Snort! Even the zombies are using text messaging to communicate with love interests. What is the state of courting these days?
NPW: Thank you so much, I appreciate the kind words. This is about as gory as I can make it! :D
Laurel: He’s a hipster zombie. He would definitely text her from his iPhone.
I adore zomie stories. good one :)
Hmm…. what exactly is a zomie story?
I do, however, adore zombie stories, for what it’s worth.
Hmm. There’s really nothing like a story about hot zombie sex, or whatever that was. Excellent.
I’m so glad somebody turned Emma into a zombie. I was going to be very disappointed otherwise.
I love it. It started out gory as hell, but then it turned into a morality tale. Fantastic!
Poor Jake Ryan. Dumped and then having to witness that? Where is the justice?
I loved the imagery of the cupcake-smashing, though. Nice!
That was excellent. And so educational. A little disgusting, too.
Great ending.
poodlegoose: Awesome. Glad I could deliver.
Lara: Ok, so it wasn’t just me that thought that was hot? Great. We should collaborate on writing some letters to Penthouse or something. We’ll be rich.
modern gal: All I really wanted was zombies making out. Unfortunately, Emma became a victim of infectious disease. :(
Noelle: Thank you! This is my favorite kind of gore, haha.
RA: Don’t forget that Jake died too. It was not his day.
mickey: Cheers. :) I hope we all have taken away an important lesson from this.
This made me laugh out loud. Zombies, cupcakes, a dead Jake - all the elements of a perfect story.
ewwwwwww-ahhhhhhhhhhh - Emma, what a pig. Who would of thought.