Violent times 1: Wendy

Wendy is tall and thin, her breasts are round and her calves are defined. She’s attractive, and she knows it, and sometimes she likes to flaunt it. She has long blonde hair and icy blue eyes. She’s a lady, polite and proper, but that doesn’t mean she’s not fierce or even deadly.

She’s crafty with a kitchen knife, not that she ever trained with it outside of cutting vegetables. She wasn’t even much of a cook, her husband did the cooking in their house. But when they came for her she hacked and slashed with incredible precision. In fact she was able to remove one of the ghouls dead soulless eyes with a swift jab and a twist.

Ghouls? Were they Ghouls? What are ghouls? She had thought silently as she hid in her neighbors house. She had a lot of time to think as she waited. Soon her husband would return to save her, or the next wave of creatures would be here to kill her. They would send more this time. They now know that three is not enough to kill her, she’s tougher than the rest. Three ghouls was all it took to ravage this whole damn neighborhood. She looked over at Frank, his arm cut off and his head split open. He probably barely even fought back. Most people were too stunned by the appearance of these creatures to fight back. One minute your eating and the next thing you know your door is kicked in. You’re already startled by that, then the waking dead strolls through the splintered wood and broken hinges that remain of your door and now fighting back is the last thing you consider before they bury their swords or claws into you.

Luckily Wendy was in the kitchen when her door was knocked in, and the knife was already in her hand. It was a quality chef’s knife, made from a thick, strong steel with a sturdy wooden handle. The blade was well sharpened, her husband took pride in the sharpness of his knives. Wendy was quick on her feet, she spun the knife in her hand and held it like a killer in a horror film. She grabbed the carving knife from the cutting board and tucked it in her apron. The ghouls crashed through the living room toward the kitchen door. Wendy hid to the side of the frame, ready to ambush them as they walked in. Their thumping stopped just on the other side of the wall. Wendy maintained controlled and breathed easy so they wouldn’t hear her. The first ghoul put its hand on the frame and began to clumsily pull its way into the kitchen. The hand had a metal gauntlet on it that was broken and missing it’s thumb fore finger. The fleshy area between them was exposed and Wendy thrusted the Knife into soft rotting meat. The knife pierced the hand with ease and wedged itself into the drywall. A dry, grey, dust like powder puffed from the hand instead of blood and the beast howled with pain. It pulled its hand away ripping it in two, the half with the knife in it stayed pinned to the wall. They might be dead, Wendy thought, but these cock suckers definitely feel pain.

The three ghouls forced their way into the room screaming and growling at her and calling her a cunt. The wounded one took her knife to the chest and collapsed to the floor. She pulled the carving knife from her apron and slashed the seconds throat. The third raised its sword and that’s when Wendy cleaned out its eye socket a purple goo drained from the empty socket and the smell made Wendy’s knees weak with nausea.

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