I've drugged the three of them, applied some makeup to make them look a lot deader, and put them in some ragged clothes. In her case that only made her more noticable, so I had to rethink that approach. Crossing the border is going to be very tricky business, and word is out that some very nasty fellows are looking for them. Someone has posted a price on her head that's twenty times what I'm getting for this job.
The most difficult part of this operation will be the part where they have to mingle with another group of bootleg zombies that are being transported across the border by the very group that is offering the bounty on her head.
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Jerry has asked me to run these three across the Canadian border, that was going to be almost impossible. Payday was just around the corner. Getting them to do the possum act didn't seem like it would be that tough. That's when he told me who they were and why he needed me. Hell had walked into my office, and I held the door open!! The was the niece of the man running for president, you know who I'm talking about, he wants to change the zombie laws. His opponents would love to know about her, she would be meat in the zombie mill before nightfall!!!
Today she walked into me office. Glancing up I could see that she had more curves than a dangerous mountain road, but the vacant eyes, and slack jaw spoke of road damage. With her were the Mutt and Jeff posters boys for why incest was bad. From behind them Jerry stepped into the room, I knew at that moment my day had changed.
People always talk about, "The bad part of town", not even aware that there's a bad part of the bad part, the under belly of the beast!! There are things happening down here that most people never want to think about, let alone see. Zombie strip joints, not whole zombies either, just what the customers consider the better parts. It's down here that I get my best information. Down the filth ridden alleyways, that seem to grow their own special beasts, ones that will do anything for a fix. Perhaps a nanny slap at 35,000 volts. Reboot your cortex!!