The Descendant of David: The Awakening

Chapter 49-Oh no baby what is you doing?

Bob arrives at Mrs.Dawson's house and feels an eerie silence around the house. He closes his door and pulls out his equipment. He walks up to her house and knocks on the door. No one opens the door which is odd.

"Um, Mrs.Dawson. I'm here to help with the fly problem. Can I come in?"

There is absolute silence as Bob waits. He sighs and is about to leave when the door slowly opens. No one is waiting for him so he slowly walks in. The sun is beginning to set and Bob looks around.

"Mr. Pudding," calls Bob, trying to find that little dog.

He keeps walking and decides to go to the living room. He sees a cloud of flies buzzing around something. The stench is unbearable as Bob closes his nostrils.

"Oh my goodness. It smells like something has been dead in here for years."

He looks over the couch and almost pukes. Right there is Mr. Pudding, covered with flies and blood. Several body parts are splatter among the wall. Bob stumbles back and hears a noise behind him. He turns around and sighs with relief as Mrs. Dawson appears in the living room.

"What happen Mrs. Dawson? You need to get rid of this right now."

But she isn't listening. Instead, she walks closer with her hands out, like she's trying to float.

"Um, are you—"

Suddenly Mrs. Dawson's mouth splits into fours parts and out comes a long fleshy tongue. Two wings rip from her shoulder blades and she begins to rise.

"W-what the hell?!"

She grabs him and flings him into the wall. He struggles to get up as she floats from the hole.

"It's me Bob, your exterminator."

But she isn't listening. She lashes the tongue right at him but he gets up and runs. She flies straight for him and picks him up. "Let go, you old crone!"

Bob pulls out his sprayer and sprays the hell out of her. She screams and covers her face, letting him go. He slams onto the grass and slowly gets up.

He gets his keys and opens the door. Just as he gets inside, the infected grabs at his shoe.

"Oh come on."

He kicks at her and starts the car. Her tongue reappears and lashes out at his chest. He sprays the tongue which quickly retracts. Bob feels her loosening and he gives one more kick before driving away. The door pops open and slams into Mrs. Dawson and they both tumble away. Bob sighs with relief and pulls out his walkie-talkie and tries to touch back to his manager but no one picks up.

Bob shakes his head as he continues to get rid of the dreadful image of Mrs. Dawson.

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Jon reaches a corner and pulls out his sword. He walks into the shadows and watches as several infected stop and communicate with each other. They start running again and Jon steps out of the shadows. I wonder what they were saying. Jon hears more voices and sees an infected get its head slice open. Dave pants and his sword clatters on the ground.

"That was a workout."

Jon shakes his head and walks towards him.

"Well if it isn't Mr. Faker. How's the wound doing."

Jon smiles and shows him the bottle of holy water.

"Too bad you forgot about this. Then you would have known what I was trying to do."

"Yeah, I know. Use me as a distraction and then do some stupid stuff that ends up getting you killed."

"Not really."

Dave picks up his slimy sword and wipes it off on Jon's shirt.

"Are you —"

"You're welcome, friend."

Jon grits his teeth and is about to say something when an explosion shakes the whole sewer.

"What the hell?"

"Don't say that," scolds Jon.

Dave shrugs his shoulders and they run towards the explosion. They watch as thousands of infected fly out into the night sky.

Beelzebub claps and shouts, "Well, guess who could make it. Don't you like the fireworks? It's time for the end of you descendants and the beginning of the infected."

"Like that is ever going to happen," snorts Dave.

"Oh? Well, there is someone who disagrees with that." 

Suddenly an infected slams into the ground in front of Dave. It fixes it eyes on him and croaks, "D-Dave."

"Sheba?"

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Sam and Joshua hear the explosion and Joshua curses. "We are too late. They got out and now they will wreak havoc on Chicago."

"I don't know. I think Chicago is already messed up."

Joshua smacks Sam on the back of the head and they run towards the exit sign and climb up the ladder.

"What about Dave and Jon?"

"Right now we got bigger fish to fry. They'll be ok, Sam."

Sam looks back and gives a silent prayer before going up.

"May God help us all."