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Sunday, August 11, 2013

TCC CH 3 PANJAN DRUM


Stukenberg    Great song.  These guys need a good publicist.






Christopher The Chauffeur found a new vehicle in that tunnel below the streets of the southern part of the asshole of the desert.  Sometimes, a vehicle is neither a cup nor a car.


You recall Lenny Sustenuto whom had also found himself to be a Walk-In cannibal.  He had Walked-In to a junkie passed out with a rubber hose tie-off tied too tight and left on for too long.   Ever waken with a numb arm from a crooked position?  It was like that.  Lenny was crooked anyway so he was used to it.


Yet, Lenny had done something even worse than eat human flesh in that tunnel.  He’d become the first Walkin cannibal to eat his own flesh.  Hey, don’t look at him that way.  It was out of necessity.  He was about to acquire sepsis from the gangrene.  And also, he’d been hungry.  Blecch.  Gangrene flesh must have not been very tasty.


He ate the flesh off from his own arm and picked the bones clean.  Afterwards he used his own arm as a weapon.  Re-use, reduce, recycle, right?


In eating his own flesh, he had opened the gates of Hell.


You’ve already read this stuff.


It’s only that Christopher hadn’t a clue about Lenny.  God Help him, as we visit him there in that tunnel.





Goons   by Mona  




He saw the other two nearby him stir wake.  The Chauffeur rose up and checked himself form inside out.  Nothing was broken.  He simply felt a bit dizzy.  He was damp about the face and back.  That was most likely from the water in the underground tunnel.


The other two beside him began to murmur, but their words came out all slurred.

He could barely make out what they were saying,  and it gave him the willies.

“Gregor, are you theyah?”


“Indeed, zzsat vetgrenadal, miszzapininea.  I am here my love.”


They pulled and tugged upon each other and sat up.  They looked to be very groggy, in the pale flickering light of the nervy torch flame.

Good thing that there was no methane in the tunnel, but perhaps that had already been burned off.


Christopher cleared his throat and the other two startled.  Gregor said, “Who is eet?  How are you!?”


The response was, “I am Christoff, at your service.”


The woman said, “I am Chrysalis, and this ees Gregor.  I theenk that we knew you as the Chauffeur.  We hired you a while back.  But something has changed about us all.”

Christopher said, “Yes, a lot has changed.  I am no longer you r driver.  I am just a passenger, like you two are now.”

Gregor said, “This is unacceptable.  This is not possible.  I have wealth.  I have holdings.  I have power.  I have---“


Chrysalis shouted.  She said, “Vee are in a tunnel.  Vee have nothing.”


Christopher had about enough of this shit, but he knew that they knew things that he didn’t.  Perhaps they could work together.


He said, “The world has ended.  But there is still hope.  We can hope to make our way.  We have to help each other.”



Gregor wouldn’t have it.  He shook his head left and right over and over again until his eyes opened wide and he fell backwards again into the mud.   Dizziness overtook

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