by Matt Nord

Created on: December 26, 2009

Blood is Thicker…


“You can’t do this. Alex!” the hanging man said.  “I’m your &@#$ing brother!”

Tyler hung over the edge of the roof.  His feet were tethered together with a rope that led up to the roof and was held by Alex.  Blood from the gash on the back of Tyler’s head trailed down his hair before forming a droplet and finally falling.  Falling down into the waiting mouth full of blank teeth and a yellow, wagging tongue.

“You stopped being my brother the moment you got into bed with my wife,” Alex replied coldly.  “Now, like I said, the truth, or…”  He loosened his grip on the rope slightly, allowing Tyler to drop a few inches.

Tyler screamed as one of the creatures below brushed his hair with it’s dirty fingertips.  A dark stain spread across his blue jeans and soon the taste of his own urine permeated his senses as it ran into his mouth and nostrils.

“Alright!  The truth… she came on to me.  I know I shouldn’t have done it,” he yelled, “but it was her idea, not mine!  I swear to you, I didn’t mean to hurt you!”

Alex stared down at his brother for what felt to Tyler like an eternity.  He tried to get a sense of what was going on in Alex’s mind by looking into his eyes.  He saw nothing; not sympathy, not understanding, not even anger.  That was the most maddening thing for Tyler; not knowing what angle to play.

He’d always prided himself on being able to talk his way out of nearly anything, or into anything, as he’d done with so many women, including his brother’s beautiful wife.  Maybe he shouldn’t have used this whole “the world is ending and we don’t even know if he’s still alive” thing to get into Maria’s pants.

Unfortunately, Alex had been alive, and he’d managed to fight his way back through a veritable sea of cannibalistic, undead monsters to reunite with his wife only to find her and Tyler naked in each other’s arms in Alex and Maria’s own bed.

“I said, the truth.”  Alex lowered Tyler a bit more and a set of sharp, broken fingernails scratched Tyler’s cheek.  He screamed again and begged his brother to pull him up.  Alex obliged.

“It was me, it was my idea!  I told her you were dead!  She cried, sobbed, was hysterical!” 

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