Dead Body Prison 18L

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The following are words coming out of your mouth, shit is real, humanity is fucked, you are alive in a prison full of dead bodies, not the undead, DEAD! You're welcome, Live The Story.

Submitted: April 08, 2016

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Dead Body Prison [18L]

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The following are words coming out of your mouth, shit is real, humanity is fucked, you are alive in a prison full of dead bodies, not the undead, DEAD! You're welcome, Live The Story.
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No! no! Steve, sit down, Steve! Steve! Shut the fuck up! And what is this? Raw steak? Again? Come on, this is bullshit, we can get better food, Fred can get us better food, where's Fred? 'Hey Fred! Fred!' You know, this Fred guy wouldn't be alive today if it wasn't for me so he has to take good care of us. 'Fred! Fred! Fredrick! Come over here!' This shouting is fucking up my voice, Steve, from now on, you call Fred, and that's the only talking I want you to do around here. Blanka, don't finish that steak, Fred might refuse to update the menu. Oh shit, Steve, please sit the fuck down. Wait, Steve, Steve, shut the fu... Steve, stop talking and listen to me. I told you about the Necks, I'm trying to help you sort yourse... I shouldn't what?! Oh, you're not a kid? Okay, okay, thank you for inspiring me to make the following public announcement. All of you fuckers listen up now, you motherfuckers have to understand that I'm keeping y'alls asses alive in this bitch so if I say, you do, no questions, and y'all ain't even gotta breathe if I don't permit y'all to. Mike what's your hand up for? Yes you can ask me questions about surviving here but don't question my commands. Also, I dont want y'all looking at me strange like y'all wanna kill me in my sleep or something, shit is different, I mean I hate how Fred looks at us when we eat but I can't do anything about it because at the end of the day, he's a Neck and we are garbage in here. You assholes are right here with me and y'all ain't got food or water without me so y'all better show some respect. Mike you like asking questions huh? Okay, so you're telling me you haven't noticed how frightened he looks every time he sees us eat? It's like there's something wrong with us, not the food, us. If you fed human flesh to hungry people and told them it was chopped up raw steak, would you be afraid of them because they ate it? And don't get me wrong here folks, I'm not suspecting that Fred is feeding us human flesh, I'm just trying to explain to you how it's very weird how he is the calmest Neck ever until we start chewing. If y'all haven't noticed, I want y'all to watch this. Mike, when Fred gets here, look into his eyes and chew like an animal and y'all will see how uncomfortable he'll get, he'll probably run off using a dumb excuse like he has to take a dump, FYI motherfuckers, Necks don't shit, pun intended. And why the hell is he taking so long? 'Oh hey Freddie, how are you today? Because of the situation, we'll just say that I'm okay and I don't feel like breaking your long ass neck for making me wait. Come on, don't step back, I'm joking you cute fuck, come to papa. Now here's the thing, we've been eating the same "meal" so to say, for two long weeks and I'm sick of it. No, I don't give a fuck about what the other Necks will smell, you're my friend, you owe me, now find me something better to eat. What do you eat? Yes! Yes! Bring me chicken soup. Yeah but we are friends, right? So you will make sure that your Neck brothers don't find out I've been drinking soup because I am supposed to be dead, remember? And dead people don't drink soup.' Mike, you heard the man, stop it, you're freaking him out. 'But Fred, why? Why does it freak you out when we eat steak? We ate rice for some time too but you never looked at us the way you do now, is this really steak? Fred wait, I'm still talking, Fred! Fred! Fuck!' Bloody Neck, he doesn't even make a dumb excuse, he just runs off. Wait, what's that sound? Shit! The Necks are here, that's why Fred ran off, these things smell each other. Okay everybody, death positions, find the stinkiest stash of bodies and hide as deep as you can inside it. The rules are simple, if you fail to act dead, you die. If you fail to hold your breath long enough, you lose your breath. If you move, you'll never move again. And for the sake of humanity; if you get caught, please die alone. Now go! 
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[14 minutes later]
Jesus Christ! Did you fuckers see that? Where's his head? Shit I knew this Steve fucker was gonna fuck up, he talks too much and never listens. Where is it? See, clean off, these Necks can sure swing a machete. I hope y'all have learned your lesson, you can sneak a breath or two every now and then when it's safe, I'm sure y'all did, but you can't move man, if these things see you move, they don't double check, they just make sure you're like this, see this? This is no longer Steven, this is Ste and the head over there is ven, and I'm sure you don't want to be two too. Shit! I keep saying these cool things, I should have been a rapper. Mike, what's wrong? Oh really?! Come on man, you can't tell me this shit still gets to you. Mike, Mike, look around man, we are surrounded by dead bodies, we sleep, eat and shit in their stink, aren't you used to this yet? Dude, I only have two options, it's either I make his death a joke and laugh about it or I take it seriously like you are doing right now and cry, well, the latter is not my style, and to be honest, it's a bitch move, Mike, you're a bitch. Ah fuck you too Mikey, now get up and help me search for survivors in the new stash of dead bodies the Necks just brought in. And Blanka, Mr muscle, if it so happens that I die, take care of these kids, you're more of a man than both of them combined, you have given me no bullshit whatsoever from the day you got here. Steve talked too much, this other guy doesn't open his mouth unless he's eating my food, and I don't want him to eat my food but I can't tell him that because he doesn't ask for it, he just takes shit and puts it in his mouth then goes back to his corner. Fuck no! I'm not scared of him Mike. And as you can see, Mike is just a little bitch who thinks this is highschool with all the questions and crying like she just saw her boyfriend with another little bitch. So Blanka, you have to know that I respect you man, stay obedient to me and I'll make sure Fred... What? Kiss him already? Now listen closely Mikey, if any kissing is gonna happen today you're gonna kiss your life goodbye okay bitch? Blanka let go of me, I'm gonna kill this little bitch, a minute ago he was crying and now he's talking like he has at least half a ball in his sack, I'm gonna fuck you up Mikey, we're not friends, keep that in mind okay? Okay?! Her hand just moved? Ah, nice. Blanka, help me pull her out. Mike, pull out the water bottle over there. Hey, Lady, are you okay? Look at my neck, I'm human, you're safe, now drink this. Damn your head is fucked up, we should wrap it up. Is your brain working alright? With a scar that big, it's possible that you're nuts. You sure? One hundred percent? Okay. This place? Uhm, this is hell. Blanka, Mike, keep searching, there might be someone else who's still alive. What's your name? Liz? Okay Liz, you're in what I call The Dead Body Prison. This is where the Necks bring all the people they've killed. Yes, that's what I call them. Aliens? Don't you think that name is too much for creatures who look exactly like us but just have longer Necks? Yeah, I know they are aliens but since they are not colorful or weirdly designed the word "aliens" feels too dramatic, "Necks" does it for me. No, I don't know where they came from and the Neck who's my friend won't tell me, he says telling me will endanger their species and shit. Yes, I'm friends with one of them. It's a long story. Okay let me try. Uhm, where do I start? Fuck it, some time ago, very late at night, I was hiding under a fucked up freight truck when I saw a Neck rush human babies out of a burning hospital to a bed shop on the other side of the road, I think all the adults inside had been killed. I didn't make any move 'cause I thought more Necks were coming to collect the babies and eat them or something, but after he was done, he just left the babies there and was walking away when two human soldiers started shooting at him. He ran my way and got under the same truck I was under, when he saw me, he realized he was stuck between a rock and a mean ass Rambo knife I had in my hand pointed right at his fuckin' face. With innocent fear in his voice he cried "Please, please, I'm sorry, please, we can do things better, there's a better way" Now being a good human I am, I took a leap of faith that might have earned me some bullets all over my body if humans didn't trust each other now like they did before the Necks showed up. We were both wearing dark clothes and I prayed the soldiers weren't into fashion like I was because if they were, they would have noticed the sick leather jacket Fred was wearing and would have known I wasn't him. I rolled out from under the truck screaming, "I'm human, I'm human." The two soldiers were a bit suspicious but they couldn't get themselves to think a human would save a Neck, and thanks to them trusting me so much, Fred survived. Not so long after that night, I jumped off a window of a very tall building running from Necks, I can't guess the floor or the height, all I know is, I was convinced I was dead from the moment I flew out of that window. But I'm human, and unlike Necks, we humans have a tendency not to die, you know, some of us survive with bullets inside our skulls, we're just gangster like that. Wow, so you can speak. Hi, other guy, what's your name? Oh you're back to being a quiet little bitch again? Fuck is wrong with you people? Even the guy who doesn't speak can't shut the fuck up, hey, other guy, it is possible for a human to live with two or three bullets in his skull, you should Google that, and while you're at it, Google how to fuckin' speak. I know it's rude Liz, but I wasn't even talk to the fuck, he started it. Okay, where was I? Oh, so I woke up here fucked up, a few bones broken but nothing too serious, my left arm still can't do much but I push it, fuck this little pain, I'm sure there's more coming. Fred took care of me and provided me with water and fucked up food but he has never stepped inside here, he's afraid of me and the more people he sees alive in here, the more afraid he gets. He told me he is the guard in this Prison and he should make sure no one gets out. Yeah Liz, I know, it's more of a Dead Body Storage or desposal site, something like that, but I'm sure you noticed how easily the Necks die so I guess they are unsure about what it takes to kill a human so they just keep us here just in case we wake up like all of us here did. I thought about that too but I think they are working under a tight schedule that's why they don't chop all necks like they did to Steve's, but I'm sure when this huge rush cools down they'll come back here and do the necessary slicing. Oh fuckin Mike, you just won't stop won't you? Look, I don't know, but if the Necks had time to check for pulses they'd have time to chop us all up, I don't know, just come up with your own guesses and leave me the fuck alone then. Yes Liz, maybe Fred is not on our side, maybe it's part of their plan that we're still alive, maybe what he is feeding us is not steak, maybe this, maybe that, but fuck it, I'm alive and that's all that matters. From observing and analyzing this shit, I now know that the Necks are physically faster than us, these guys here saw the swing, and Im also starting to think they are smarter than us. I mean, look at this whole thing they are doing, it is genius, it would be hundred percent perfect if they took their time and chopped all of our heads off. You saw, these fuckers shut off every electronic device on earth all at once like it wasn't nothing, it's like they just pushed a big red button written, "Fuck Up All Earth's Dumb Technology" and that was it. We had no news to tell us how bad the situation was and what we should do, we didn't get a chance to call our friends and families, we even didn't get a chance to push the hashtag #AlienInvasion on Facebook and shit, it all just went blank and people started dying. Damn, honestly, anything humans will try to do now won't work, we have totally been out smarted, these things even know English and we don't know whether they already spoke it or they learned it specifically for understanding us before killing us. The whole human race at this point in time is suffering the same way; we don't know, we are scared, we are eating what might not be steak, we are little bitches, we are hiding, we are dead or supposed to be, we are quiet, we have huge ass scars, we have muscles, we are over, it's over. Blanka what's that? It's weed? He has the whole set, the lighter and shit? Ah thank you Mr Stoner. Dude, what the fuck, go back to your corner. Nah nigga you've been quiet all this time and I've been letting you eat my food but this, this shit right here homie, you ain't touching this shit until you tell me what your name is. Fudo? Fundo? Mfudo? Fuck, what language is that? Oh, Mr Shaka Zulu. Okay Mfudo, take this, I hope you'll lighten up and start talking now. Hey! Everybody! Listen up! I have an important announcement to make. Y'all listening? Okay hahaha, Let's smoke some weed.


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