Do a Dying World, From the Dying Race
By Jose Fabian Corral.
Original date 12/16/1993
New date 11.28.2022
In a Roman Catholic Church, late night hours. Empty of all but two souls. One a young man already seated in the middle pew. The other a young woman smoking as her heels echo throughout these hallowed walls.
“You think holy ground will save you, my dearest Zero?” the woman said as she walked to the pew. She genuflects before entering to sit next to Zero.
“All that conditioning in your younger days huh.” he said as she elbowed him for that remark.
“Younger days. My ass is still the sweetest there is.” she said as she put her cigarette out on his leather overcoat. “Being all nineties there aren't you.” she said, making fun of his appearance. “Black hair, red skin, red shades indoors at night. White dress shirt. Black slacks. Black boots. Hundred percent nineties douchebag.”
“Was a time you wanted to be wrapped in this douchebag's arms.” he said keeping his eyes on the altar.
“Oh Christ man, let it go.” she said looking around.
He replies “easier said than done. Coming in here dressed to kill. Black skin tight pants. That red top. Those pearls around your neck. The ruby lip sticks. Dripping with glam so tight, it makes Goddess envious of you. Especially that ass and tits woman.” he kept his eyes forward on the altar.
“What the hell. Where was this lewd vulgar man when we were together?” she questions as she only got “instead of the kind polite, respects me far too much piss ant.”
He turns his head to her. “He was madly in love with you since we were six. You were a shining star.” he said to her as he got punched in the face.
“Shut up. With that mushy ass bullshit.” she said as she caressed his face. “We have walked too far down ill gotten paths to ever be that happy. Have we not?” she asks him as she shows she still loves him very much.
“I would give up all that i have built without you, just to be your stupid fool again.” he said as tears ran from under his glasses.
She pushes him away. “Yeah well, all that is gone now is it not.” she said she cannot allow them to ever be again.
A blood curdling scream is heard. It echoes throughout the hallowed halls.
Zero stands up as the woman sides knowing he would protect her.
“Just like old times huh. Danger comes. You rush to sacrifice yourself for me.” she said looking up at him. “Are you still wearing the same cologne I got you?” she asks him.
“I told you Desma, I will always love you.” he said as he could see something shuffling towards them down the aisle. “What is that?” he asks.
Desma turns to look “Hey, you there, identify yourself or catch hot metal in your ass.” she said as whomever it was kept up its slow pace.
A low grumble could be heard from the shuffling man.
Zero goes to have a closer look. “They look like a zombie.” he said as he gazed upon a man with flesh ripped from bone. Dirty blood soaked clothing.
Desma jumped to her feet. “What! FOR REAL!” she shouted excitedly as she pulled out her gun, taking aim.
Zero puts hand to her gun. “Hold a moment.” he said as he waited for her to lower the weapon.
