The loud ominous voice came from the center stage. A concert on the remote island of Banoi hosted a large variety of singers who were believed to be ‘one hit wonders’ taking their second chance at fame.
“You ain't scared, yet”
The singer bellowed into the microphone. Thick hip-hop music boomed in a steady rhythm from speakers circulating the stage.
A thirty-something year old man stood up from his seat at an outdoor bar, grunting and clearly drunk began bustling his way clumsily though small groups of people towards a brunette and blonde woman who were standing near a large palm tree, talking quietly to themselves taking a swig of alcohol with each step he took.
“Things that go bump in the night.”
The brunette women turned to face the drunken man staggering towards her and her friend. Confused she nudged the blonde who turned just in time for the man to lunge himself into her, “Hey!” the blonde yelled in surprise.
“Me, Sam B. Heh,”
The music began to explode with loud, boom da boom noises, sound of people jumping up and down to the beat made the man’s head spin. The blonde woman pushed the man off her, and her brunette friend pulled her away. He stuck his finger up at them grunted and continued to walk forwards following a red-haired woman up a small flight of stairs.
“Shrunken heads, broken legs, body parts on the concrete
Cut 'em up butcher style, gators in the swamp
Red light, leave 'em dead, runnin' like a track meet
Scared of nobody, what you motherfuckers want?”
The woman led him to the indoor bar where the rapper was fist pumping and bopping up and down, his baggy jeans lowering every down movement. Bright lights flashed violently all around the room; the man took another mouthful of alcohol and continued forward, stopping to be confronted by a young also drunken man
“Do you know who I am?” The younger man slurred, his beer spilling over his ironed top, “Do you have any idea who you’re fucking talking to!” The drunk had gotten close to the older man’s face and began pointing erratically to himself.
“Maybe you saw me in the play-offs” the young man began flinging his arms everywhere losing the remains of his beer, “I played for the fucking goddamn champions.” The old man barged through the man knocking him over easily, his empty beer bottle sailed through the air and smashed on the ground.
“Believe me when I tell 'em I'm a boogeyman beast
Leave 'em slashed from their head to their feet
Been pricked to the chest of a fucker well-fed
Cookin' heat, cannibal tryin' to eat”
Flashing lights flickered on and off caused the man to lose his vision, clumsily he fell into a group of girls who were swaying sexily to the music he flung his hands out and accidently smacked a young brunette in the face
“What the?!” She yelped and punched him in the mouth he fell backwards onto the ground with his hand on his chin, the green and blue lights spun around
“Watch it next time!” A male called out to him. He could see the patterns with his eyes closed. He pulled himself up, wincing at the pain and picked up his half full bottle, at least he thought it was his. He rubbed the side of his face with the alcohol bottle and stumbled forward through tens of peoples all jumping and swaying to the rappers music.
“I got a zombie army and you can't harm me
Who do you voodoo, bitch?
Drink blood like a vampire without warning
Who do you voodoo, bitch? Stand up!
Sam B got the thing that go bump in the night
Who do you voodoo, bitch?
Hid your kids, grab your wife, better get out of sight
Who do you voodoo, bitch? Let's go!”
The man sculled the last of his alcohol and walked up to the front to the stage he began to rave to the music, pumping his fists and yelling out the words filled with adrenaline and booze he hauled himself up onto the stage and continued to fist pump to the music. He turned to the rapper, he was a thick African American, stereotypical ‘hip-hip’ ‘gangster’ clothing with a bandana. The rapper had a fresh bottle of alcohol in his hand shaking it towards the audience and without thinking the old man snatched it out of his hand, the rapper looked at the drunk and stuck his finger up at him while still singing.
“Sam B, Papa Shango and Baron Samedi
Handful of fingertips, toss 'em up like confetti”
The man started walking towards the rapper who bounced up and down then pushed the drunken man off the stage. He sailed through the air landing hard on the ground. A few people stopped dancing to help him up but a young Australian woman who saw the whole act pushed him back down
“Another drunk jerk-off who thinks he’s God’s gift!” she yelled at him, “stupid git!” and she walked back to the crowd leaving him on the floor. He lay there with his head pounding and his mouth on fire; he rubbed his face again and closed his eyes
“Sir, looks like you’ve had enough” he heard a male voice talking to him, “What your room number? I’ll make sure you get there safe and sound.” The man began helping him up, “Sir?” he asked. The man looked at him and pushed his hand away, out of the corner of his eye he saw a young female begin sprinting towards the male who was standing with his arm stretched towards him, she pushed through a group of people, her mouth dripping with white foam. She leapt through the air with her fingers clawed like a wild animals and landed on the males back digging her teeth into his neck, blood spattered out of the wound, the young man wailed and fell backward.
The old man thought nothing of this and rambled through to the restroom, he flung the pine doors open to find an Asian woman kneeling on the floor with an unconscious woman in her lap. He looked away from the women and walked to the sink fumbling with the tap and managed to get the water running after washing his face he turned his attention back to the women on the floor. The Asian must work here; he told himself, otherwise she would be wearing such a ridiculous uniform. He frowned when he saw the unconscious woman though, she looked sick, not the normal kind of sick either, even as drunk as he was he knew sick people didn’t like this, the woman who was in a pink bikini had blood dripping from gaping bite marks down her legs, her eyes were a misty yellow and she smelt of decay
“Excuse me? Lady, are you okay? Can you hear me?” The Asian woman was saying to her, the man walked up to the woman and attempted to grab at her; the Asian woman looked up at the man and yelled at him in Chinese
“Huh?” he mumbled to her
“What are you doing, sir? This is the lady’s rest room!” He looked around and realised it was, he quickly walked out of there back to the night club where the music was still playing loudly
“Stable of corpse fuckers, I'm a pimp of the dead
Come fuck with a zombie, I'll put a stake in your head
Look, you want ghouls? I got fuckin' platoons
Baby everybody dies; I'll see your ass real soon”
He strolled his way to the hotel hallway where he began to feel the fingertips of unconsciousness tickle his feet, the hallways were a bland colouring, much like all the accommodation at Banoi. He was stopped by a dark man who worked at the hotel
“Excuse me, sir. Are you okay?” He asked, the man grunted and pushed him out of the way. He reached his room and pulled the key card out of his empty wallet; he struggled to swipe it through the door handle but succeeded after four tries. He stumbled into the room and slammed the door shut, pulling to coloured pills out of his drawer he washed them down with a mouthful of alcohol and passed out on the bed.
“Crack bones to the marrow, hot sauce while they suck it
Now my juju ain't nothin' to fuck with
Who do you voodoo, bitch?”