Can you get Herpes from a Whiskey Bottle?

I'm in the process of converting my zombie screenplay into a book and decided to put each chapter on here just for fun. I'm not a professional writer so this may be hard to read at times but I hope you like it and appreciate the effort.

Chapter 1

A deer steps out of the woods onto an old dirt road. It looks around and not seeing any danger stops to eat some of the grass on the side of the road. Two yellow eyes appear farther down the road. They get closer and the deer stops eating and looks up towards the two lights. You can hear a low rumbling sound as the truck comes closer. The deer freezes caught in the headlights. The beat up old tow truck barrels down on the deer. At the last second the deer leaps back into the safety of the forest barely avoiding getting hit by the truck. On the side of the tow truck you can see the words “Camel’s Towing” barely legible on the door.

Darrel Cletus is behind the wheel. Darrel’s wearing a dirty old t-shirt and a ball cap that’s barely hiding the party in the back. Bobby’s his younger brother. Bobby’s wearing a wife beater and his hair is strictly business in the front and a party in the back. It’s a mullet lover’s wet dream in the truck. “So whatcha want to do tonight?” Bobby hands the beer he’s drinking to Darrel as he asks him.

Darrel takes a long drink before answering. “Not sure. Maybe we’ll swing by the Shaved Kitty tonight.” The Shaved Kitty is the only strip club in the town and judging by some of the girls working there one’s too many.

“I only got twenty bucks. Can’t have too much fun at a titty bar for twenty bucks.” Bobby reaches down between his legs and pulls up another beer bottle. He pops it open and takes a drink.

“It’s the Shaved Kitty Bobby. Twenty bucks will get you a hand job and two beers at the Shaved Kitty.”

Bobby thinks it over for a second. “Only if Megan’s workin’.” Both start to howl with laughter.

“That bitch will do anything for diaper money. If she’s working you’ll get more than a hand job for yer money.” This comment by Darrel makes Bobby laughs even more.

“How many kids does she have anyways?” Bobby asks.

Darrel uses the hand he’s holding his beer with and uses his fingers to count. “Not sure. I think she’s up to four of them little bastards.”

“What did Grandpa say about girls with kids?” Bobby asks.

Darrel has a huge grin on his face when replying. “It just means they like to fuck.” Both of them start to laugh some more. Bobby stops laughing and gets a serious look on his face. “Man, I hope that skank bitch Tina ain’t working tonight. I ain’t giving my hard earned money to a bitch who don’t even put out after the show.”

Darrel has a shocked look on his face like he couldn’t believe Bobby just said that. “Hard earned? You ain’t had a job since they fired your dumb ass at the mine.” Darrel just shakes his head.

Bobby tries to defend himself. “It wasn’t my fault. I was just banging the secretary, there’s no law against that.”

“You ain’t supposed to fuck ‘em while you’re working jackass. The boss caught you with your pants down and her finger straight up your ass. He said she had it all the way up to her second knuckle.” Darrel smiles and takes another drink of his beer.

Bobby’s laughing again remembering the two knuckle incident. “When she stuck that finger up my ass while I was banging her I didn’t know if I should’ve punched her in her mouth or married her sweet ass.” Bobby’s smile fades when he realizes that he never told anyone about the two knuckler. “Wait a minute. The boss never saw her with her finger up my ass she was on top he couldn’t have seen it.”

Darrel just smiles. “That’s cuz I was fucking her too. At least I was smart enough to bang her before work each morning.”

“Before work? I banged her everyday during lunch!” Bobby is stunned. He can’t believe.

‘I know, you were getting my sloppy seconds. By the way how did I taste?” Darrel stick his tongue out at his brother like he was going to lick him. Bobby tries to back away and hits the door.

“She really told you about that?” Bobby’s face is a deep red now.

“She told me other things about ya,” Darrel pauses a second and lets it linger in the air before dropping the bomb.”Snowball.”

“Goddamn it Darrel, I never let her snowball me. She tried to but I pinched her nose closed and made her swallow that shit.” Bobby takes another long drink of his beer. He finishes it and tosses it out the window. “I need another beer.” He reaches down and opens up another.

“Relax, I’m just teasing you about the snowball thing.” Bobby let’s out a huge sigh of relief. “You had me going for a minute there. That’s not cool.” Darrel is ignoring him now. He starts to slow down the truck. “What the fuck is that?” Darrel leans closer to the windshield. He flips the high beams on the truck and points. Bobby leans forward to see what he’s looking at. In front of them stumbling along the road you can see a girl walking away from them. She’s completely naked. “With an ass like that why didn’t she invite us to the party?” Bobby says as Darrel comes to a stop behind her. She’s doesn’t react to the beams of light coming from the truck. The way she’s walking it looks like she had way too many shots.

“Shut up Bobby.” Darrel says. He puts the truck in park and gets out. “Let’s see if she’s okay.” Darrel gets out of the truck still holding his beer. We can see his shirt now. It pink letters are the words: “One in the Pink” and below it in brown letters are the following: “And two in the stink.” Just above a picture of a hand that looks like how your hand would look if you had an invisible bowling ball in it.

They both walk up to the girl not wanting to startle her. Bobby comes up behind her. “Lady, you all right?” The girl stops walking and just stands there swaying back and forth like she’s about to fall over.

“Bobby, if she falls try to catch her.” Darrel comes up to the other side of her. They still can’t see the front of her. “Can we give you a ride somewhere?” Darrel asks.

Bobby reaches out and places his hand on her shoulder. The girl turns around. Both Bobby and Darrel back away in shock. Bobby is the first to say something. “Holy Shit!” He yells as he backs away.

The front of her body is completely ripped open. You can see the white tips of her ribs jutting out from her chest. Blood is covering the front of her body. Her left breast has been chewed off. The chest cavity is empty. She’s missing part of her face. She has only her right eye. The rest of that side is just a skull covered in blood.

“Lady, you want us to take you to the hospital?” Darrel asks not realizing that the hospital is the last place to take her. She turns towards Darrel and lunges at him. Her teeth bared. He fights with her trying to push her off of him. Luckily he doesn’t drop his beer bottle. No telling what he would do if he lost a perfectly good beer. Bobby comes running over and grabs her from behind. He wraps his left arm around her neck. “Calm down lady. We’re not going to hurt you!” He tries to pull her away from Darrel. “Get this crazy bitch off of me!” Darrel yells.

Darrel’s arm holding the beer bottle gets free and he smashes the bottle against the side of her head. It doesn’t faze her at all. The beer has washed away some of the blood and now you can see the white of the bones on her face. The girl leans her head forward and takes a bite out of Bobby’s arm. He howls in pain and let’s go. A huge chunk of flesh is torn away and she starts to chew on it like a piece of beef jerky. “Awwwww, that bitch!” Bobby yells as he backs away hold his hand over the bite.

Darrel is still holding the neck of the beer bottle in his hand and without thinking shoves the sharp shattered end of what was left of the bottle into the girl’s neck. She reaches up for it and stumbles back. The bottle is now lodged in her neck. She can’t pull it out. Darrel ignores her and runs over to Bobby. “Bobby, you okay?”

“Shit no. that crazy bitch just took a bite out of my arm. I just know I’m gonna get rabies or some nasty shit like that.” Bobby is now on the ground holding his arm. Blood is pouring out of the wound.

Darrel gets up. “Don’t worry. I have a bottle of Grandpa’s hooch that I keep in the truck.” He heads back to the truck to grab the bottle.

“Good, I need a drink.” Bobby yells. Still in pain.

“It ain’t fer drinking you dipshit!” Darrel opens the driver side door and looks behind the seat. He finds the bottle of hooch and a dirty greasy rag next to it. He grabs both of them. Darrel closes the door and heads back to where Bobby is. He leans down next to him. “Let me see your arm.” Bobby holds his arm out for Darrel to look at. You can see the wound. You can still see meat and muscle. At least it didn’t reach the bone. Darrel opens the bottle of hooch. “This is gonna hurt.” He doesn’t give Bobby a chance to respond and pours some of the hooch on the wound.

Bobby yanks his arm back screaming in pain. “That fucking burns you asshole.” Darrel ignores him and wraps the dirty rag around the wound like a makeshift bandage. “Damn I hope I don’t have to get a shot.” Darrel ties the rag tight and gives the bottle of hooch to Bobby. He winces when Darrel tightens the knot. He takes a long swig of the hooch.

“I doubt it. This here’s some good shit. It’ll kill anything that bitch had.” Darrel says as he looks over at the girl. She’s on the ground now not moving. “You remember that bitch that gave me a bad case of herpes last year?

“Yeah, why?” Bobby replies.

“Well every time I’d get an outbreak on my dick I’d go ahead and stick my pecker in this here bottle of Grandpa’s hooch. This shit cleared it up right quick. Haven’t had an outbreak in over three months.”

Bobby spits out what he just drank. He tries wiping his mouth getting all of the hooch off his lips. “I drink out of this bottle all the time!”

Darrel can’t help but break a smile. “That’s right baby bro. You ever wondered why you were always getting them cold sores on yer lips?”

Bobby is still wiping his mouth. “You fucking asshole! I always wondered why you never drank out of that bottle!”

Darrel gets up and walks over to the girl. He gives her a nudge with his foot. She tries to lift herself up and grabs at his boot. The bottle is still sticking out of her neck. Darrel kicks her in the face with a crunch and backs away. Bobby is standing up now. He’s holding the bottle of hooch. She starts to crawl towards them.

“Bobby get in the damn truck.” Darrel heads to the truck and opens to the door to get in. He looks and sees the girl crawling towards Bobby.

“That bitch should be dead. No one could live through that.” Bobby says as he takes a drink from the bottle forgetting about the pecker herpes. He heads back to the truck and gets in. Darrel is already in the truck and closes his door. “We better go find Uncle Laymen.” He starts the truck back up puts it in gear and peels out into the road. Rock and gravel pelt the girl in her face. She doesn’t notice and keeps crawling.

End of Chapter 1.

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