The Pole Shift

Lett mourns Clarky

There was no help for Mick. The other survivalists had shot through and the hedonists, whilst in observer shock, only watched on. Dean lay unconscious and seriously injured, Clarky was dead. Momentarily Mick looked back at Lett who was looking on motionless, only her eyes moved,  travelling to Clarky's corpse.

                Macka engaged, this time there was no feinting, and whilst Mick's jabs found their mark, quickly Macka got inside and delivered a whirlwind of blows, the combination finding their targets to the inch. Mick slumped, his spleen split, a kidney ruptured. The music started, some 70s tune, Brass in Pocket,  laced with electronic thump. The hedonists returned to their pleasures whilst Lett went to Clarky, she knelt and whispered something, Macka assumed it was some sort of apology, he would check with Prophet later. He said:

                 "I wasn't lying when I said the Pole Shift has started, it's here, it will exponentially increase over the next week then," He clapped his hands, Lett looked up, he wondered if there were tears but her face was dry. She nodded, saying:

                "I know, I will do my best to survive it. I can't access your systems by the way, what did you mean when you said I would have help?" She was very deadpan, Macka found it hard to connect to her in any way.

                "I'm here aren't I? For the record they were going to kill you tonight."

                "If I thought I wasn't going to have help in that regard I would have made other plans. Now Clarky's dead." Macka understood then that she wanted the others dead, not Clarky. She turned back to him, resting on the balls of her feet at Clarky's head.  She touched him. Macka said:

                "Mick and Dean are dying, get on with what you plan." Some of the hedonists were watching as if they were enjoying a play, one of them said:

                "Yeah get on with it, we want to see what happens next!" There was some laughter, there was so much flesh on show, an orgy had begun. Macka left the house, and Lett went into Clarky's room. On the bed was a scrap book of sorts, the front cover depicted a childish yet passable image of some sort of zombie and above in dramatic red letters read a title - 'Mr Spooky.' She opened the book, there was a picture of the same zombie, his mouth slightly open, showing sinew and teeth.  Within a speech bubble the crayon drawing said:

                "Are you scared of skeletons?" She looked to the opposite page where the face of the drawing was bigger, as if edging to the reader to deliver a secret, the speech bubble read:

                 "Do you know there is a skeleton inside of you right now?" Her heart, as if it were a river, broke its banks and her tears fell to the page. There were more pages, more crayon drawings but she didn't read further, she only put Clarky's cartoon book aside. She stood up and took off her top. Her breasts were large and full, tear drop in shape. She wiped her eyes and walked out to be with the hedonists. With Mick and Dean dying on the floor, she slunk into the group like a lioness. She was rough, there were gasps from both males and females. She wanted to choke and be choked, she wanted her musky hollows thoroughly delved into. She wanted to do anything that stopped her thinking about Clarky's murder, and his unborn babies.