Shockers inside and out

The sky was a swirl of dark storm clouds, grey and grim. Thunder rumbled like a hungry beast's stomach. The air was cool, harsh and whipped the buildings, picking the dust and trash and raising the scent of decay and rot around like dead dreams.

Zombies wandered around the streets, oblivious and uncaring about the harsh weather. The skin on their rotting carcasses flapped in the wind, just like the rags they wore.

A man wandered in an alleyway, his steps brisk and his senses alert. He didn't want to alert the zombies of his presence but he wanted to move quickly and get out of the city.

The man was lean, thin, pale skinned and with dry and numerous scars and scratches on his face. He wore a faded, stitched backpack and a filthy brown robe. On his feet were two different shoes and he had a set of chainsaw teeth, around his neck like a necklace.

The man turned a corner and ran down a desolate, empty street. He reached his destination after half an hour.

A train station.

It was the safest way out of the city. Going by road would be a mistake, zombies littered every road like bacteria littered the body, and finding a functioning car was dream that would not come true. Walking was equally dangerous, but it was something he was used to. He'd been walking around solo for a long time, and knew how to survive better than most.

But where was he going?

A pair of green eyes and red hair appeared in his mind, and the man clenched his fist.

That was it.

That's where he would go.

He hoped he remembered the way.

The man hopped down to the train tracks and started walking, knowing he had miles to cover.

"Soon I wi-Ughh!"

A slimy appendage shot out from above the train station roof and wrapped around the man's neck. The appendage was long, pink and moist, with a subtle soft texture.

The man gripped it tightly, trying to prevent it from choking him outright.

"Grughhh...ughhh!" A gruesome groan sounded from the rooftops as a silhouette dropped down to the train tracks.

A black haired female zombie was before the man, but this zombie was...different.

It's eyes were white, bloody and bulged out. It wore a ravaged bloody white dress, and had cuts and bleeding gashes all over it's body.

Instead of standing on its two legs, the zombie's body was physically twisted. It used it's claw like hands and feet, it's body horizontal, upside down and it's wrists and ankles were twisted to be forward facing. From the zombie's toothless maw, three sets of long, pink slimy tongues swayed hungrily.

The man gasped in shock, never having seen such an abomination!

"Graghhh!" The abomination groaned as it's other tongues extended, and licked the man's cheeks and body, tasting his flesh.

No! He didn't want to die here! He had to go! To see-

The zombies jaw split open, a diagonal line stretching up, a line that reached her throat. It pealed open, the fleshy folds moving like banana peals, revealing bloody sharp teeth.

The tongues wrapped around the man, holding him in an iron grip as the abomination pulled him into her horrible maw.

No, he thought weakly, My love. I'm sorry. Please forgive me...

The abomination swallowed him whole, his whole body being shoved into her gullet.

Slowly, it's maw closed and it started to crawl away, like a roach, going back to the rooftop and vanishing from sight.

...

Liam opened his eyes slowly and blinked in the still darkness.

Where was he?

What happened?

His memory, was fragmented, but he wasn't surprised. It had been like that for the last few days. Poppsy really messed with his memory and certain things became hard to remember.

Liam frowned as he tried to recall the last thing he had done.

He remembered Ross following him all day. He remembered going down to the Orange district for more drugs. Then after that...it was a blurry haze.

"Mmm"

Liam's eyebrows shot up as he turned to the soft moaning voice.

A stranger was next to him in the darkness, laying on his right arm. The person was obscured by the darkness, but Liam knew one thing; It was a man.

Liam grimaced as he slowly moved his hand from under the stranger...at least he tried to. The person gave a soft moan and leaned in closer to him.

Fuck, Liam swore mentally, who was this clingy person? Did he go super high on angel shards and pick a Money boy?

He hoped not. His credits were really low. And he doubted Rick would compensate for this.

Actually hold on, Liam frowned as he peered harder at the person.

"No fucking way." Liam swore under his breath and quickly reached for the Lamp device.

When there was light, he looked back at the person next to him in shock, horror and disbelief.

"Huh? Why did you turn on the lights? Do you know what time it is?" The man next to Liam said with a groggy sigh.

"You? Did we? Tell me we didn't do what I think we did." Liam couldn't believe this!

"What? Oh...oh," The man scratched his neck awkwardly and gave a sigh," Would it help if I told you, I was the bottom?"

"No! Fucking hell, that doesn't make it better!" Liam dragged his hands across his face.

This was not happening, he thought, it couldn't be happening.

"It's not the end of the world. You're still a man." The other man rolled his eyes," I thought you would be more understanding. Lesley was openly gay."

"It's not about that." Liam looked at the man." It's that I slept with...you. My own captain."

"Eh, it's not that big an issue." Rick said, his brown hair covering his eyes as he smirked, "Besides, you're quite skilled. Better than at Squad fighting."

"Shut up." Liam layed back down and shut his eyes, which made Rick raise a brow.

"You're not leaving? I thought you'd try to beat me up and storm off."

"I will probably punch you for this. But, right now I just want to close my eyes and forget." Liam said and Rick shrugged his shoulders. He didn't mind one bit.

"Goodnight." Rick said.

"Keep to your side of the bed." Liam replied and Rick chuckled