This is the first draft of what might be the beginning of a story I still have in my head. Working title - “The Zone.” It’s 2070 and what I refer to as the “Age of Insanity” is over. Famine and desease has decimated the planet and who knows what kind of zombies and other creepy crulleys might be lurking around every corner. “Schick-Chick.” Zak tromboned the pump action shotgun and the tall skinny guy sitting astride the struggling woman below the tombstone froze, even before he felt the cold muzzle against the back of his neck. The weapon was a Mossberg 500 Road Blocker, a 12 gauge, pump action shotgun with a 6 shot capacity. An antique piece that belonged in a museum yes, but very effective in its day. Grown men had been known to shit their pants at the sound of it being cocked. The tall man raised his arms above his head while the woman beneath continued hitting out wildly, screaming as she threw her head from side to side. She noticed Zak and struggled out from under her assailant. She got to her feet and drew deep breaths of air into her lungs. “You okay?” She nodded and smiled her thanks. Keeping the Mossberg pressed against the man’s neck, Zak looked at the woman taking in her long blonde hair, large wide set eyes, full pouting lips and fair complexion. She was Dax thought, a fucking beautiful woman. She in turn openly returned his appraisal, noting the bulge in the front his tight blue jeans, his long black hair and probing green eyes. He was, she thought, fucking handsome in a rugged: “I’m ready to fuck your ass off” way. “Should I waste him?” She shook her head, the mass of flaxen hair flying from side to side. “Fuck no. Let him go. I think he was more interested in robbing me than raping me.” “Wow … then he must be really really hungry.” She lowered her eyes at his undisguised complement. “If you say so honey.” Zak took a step back. “On your feet fella. This must be your lucky day cos ordinarily I’d have hauled your sad ass off somewhere and put you out your misery. Don’t turn around or thank me cos then I’ll have to kill you. Just get up and walk away and don’t … I repeat don’t look back. I don’t wanna see your ugly mug and I don’t want you to see mine. Move fella.” The man scrambled to his feet and ran, dodging between the tombstones. They both watched him until he was out of sight then Zak turned to the woman. “Didn’t your momma ever tell you it’s dangerous for young ladies to visit cemeteries on their own? Especially young ladies with your looks and body.” Zak took another long look at her. She had on tight blue jeans, a loose fitting powder blue blouse and sneakers. A green rucksack rested against the grey granite tombstone. The text in brackets are just notes for myself. (Danni …heart shaped face … pale … fair skinned … sad eyes … full lips top and bottom … straight, lustrous blonde hair … uncomfortably beautiful. Her large, innocent almond shaped eyes held my own for far too long. He was struck by her exquisite beauty, pale complexion and expressive eyes.)
