The Cleansing E-Book

Jacob Wilhelm

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

THE CLEANSING

Getting by after the end of the world is a real pain in the neck.

Things would be much better for Kirby if wasn’t for those damn, pesky dims.

Dims, or to be politically correct, the diminished intelligents, are just about the only remnants of mankind after a pandemic swept the world clean. The lucky victims died in the throes of the brain virus; the survivors are reduced to something with the intelligence of a thunderstruck cow. Turned loose by the collapse of society, dims are everywhere you look - especially when you don’t want them to be there.

You could be a regular survivor. Untouched by the virus, (yippee!), you’d be some poor schmuck like Kirby left to survive on what few wits and fewer resources he has. Those resources are quickly diminishing thanks to a pack of dims that keep breaking into Kirby’s stuff.

It doesn’t help that the dims are primarily in the neighborhood thanks to the old lady up the street that leaves food out for them. The dims would blow this soda pop stand if it wasn’t for her giving them a reason to stay – well, wait for Kirby to tell you his side of the story later.

Long story somewhat shorter – life would be easier without those dims, wouldn’t it?

Is it time for a cleansing or what?

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Jacob Wilhelm

The Cleansing

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THE CLEANSING

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COPYRIGHT

Title: The Cleansing

Author: Jake Wilhelm

Cover design: Jake Wilhelm

(c) Jake Wilhelm 2017/EP Dowd Enterprises. All rights reserved.

No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in shape or form by any means, electronic, mechanical, copying, recording, or otherwise without prior written permission.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

This book is dedicated to my father, for his inspiration and support

The Cleansing

“Hey! Get the hell out of here!”

One of the dims dropped a too very still piglet it had been in the process of introducing to its teeth. Kirby ran inside the pigpen, waving his shotgun.

Eyes widening in unison, the dims backed against the wall, tripping over the sow. The sow made no noise because, wouldn’t you know it, the sound that alarmed Kirby, the sound that had sounded like a pig being torn apart was in fact a pig being torn apart. One of the dims, the one that used to read the power meter, tripped in guts and banged against the wall. The other dims scattered, running at Kirby. He screamed and waved the gun, they were going to trample him (tear him apart?) and that’s because he’d been dumb enough to come into an enclosed space, wanna play full contact cage fighting, you stupid old man?

The girl that worked at the swim suit coffee stand ran into him, how many times had he casually wished to see her boobies, now there they were, filthy, whatever she had been wearing long rotted away, just filth and nipples and blood from his pig - what was he going to do without that pig?

They pushed past him, leaving only the meter reader to contend with. The meter reader charged.

“Get outta here! You sons of bitches!” Kirby yelled, swinging the shotgun, grazing the meter reader’s arm as the dim ran past him.

The meter reader somehow almost shoved Kirby on his ass - probably didn’t mean to because the dims didn’t know what they were doing, at least not enough to do anything on purpose, poor bastards. Kirby spun in the mess of dead pork but somehow remained on his feet. The dims gathered outside the pigpen, moaning and waving their arms. Gee, they’re upset.

“GO!” he yelled, erupting from the pigpen, firing both barrels into the air although he wanted to shoot them and not just the air. “HAUL ASS!”

They hauled ass. Screaming, moaning, running. Darting past the house, up the driveway, and through the hole they must’ve pushed through the fence and

headlights on the road oh wouldn’t you know it

they dashed into the road, aiming for the driveway to the burned out house across the street and then into the forest they lived in (after Kirby retired and they were looking for a forever home, he and Sandra came to look at the house, the real estate agent had pointed out the green areas that not only abounded throughout the housing development, but lookie there, there’s one across the street, ‘just think of the nature you will see’ the pretty lady told them and Sandra smiled at Kirby).

The headlights bore down on the herd and that’s when the dim with long brown hair, whom had always seemed familiar although Kirby never could place who he had been before, ran into the road and the car ripped into him. Poor bastard slid back into the windshield before spinning off onto the road. The car, a van to be exact, stopped short; the brown haired dim had a little more ways to go, though, bouncing and rolling down the yellow dotted line before sliding to a stop on his face.

“Well, shit.” Kirby climbed onto the road.

“OH MY GOD OH MY GOD!” screamed the young woman behind the wheel and the sole occupant of an already beat up Chevy Traverse. “OH MY GOD OH MY GOD I KILLED HIM!”

“Relax,” Kirby said, walking up to her window, “it was only a dim!”