Tyler: I’ve got the Midnight Munchies.
Josh: So eat something
. . .
Tyler: I already ate all of the perishables.
Tyler: Milk, cold cuts,
cheese, fruit, and vegetables.
Josh: You must be hungry.
Tyler: You have no idea.
had to choke down uncooked baked beans.
Tyler: Jasmine’s gone.
Josh: Where did she go?
Tyler: She fell on her
way down to the basement.
Josh: Is she OK?
Tyler: Not really.
The heel of her shoe got caught when she ran downstairs.
Jasmine tumbled to the bottom of the stairs,
she broke her neck.
Josh: Tough break. Why
Tyler: We were scrambling to take cover before the incident.
Josh: What incident?
Tyler: You know — the
Cubans dropped an atomic bomb 72 hours ago.
3 minutes later:
Josh: Is there anything
you can do for her?
Tyler: Jasmine’s dead.
Tyler: She’s been laid to rest.
Josh: May she rest in
Tyler: Not cool, bro.
Josh: My bad.
Tyler: We were together for 2 years.
Almost an eternity.
. . .
Josh: No doubt. Where??
Tyler: The walk-in
freezer is her final resting place.
She’ll keep nicely.
Josh: Why is there a
walk-in freezer in the basement?
Tyler: My Dad is a Chef.
Josh: That makes sense.
power is out.
a propane-powered backup generator.
Josh: Yeah. I could sure use one of those
right about now.
I’m in the basement now.
Tyler: Good. Where are
Josh: They’re out of town for the weekend.
Tyler: Where did they
Tyler: Sorry, bro. They
probably got incinerated in the blast.
Josh: I know. Where are your parents?
Tyler: They didn’t make
it down basement in time.
They got caught in the moment.
Josh: That’s rough.
Tyler: Ironic. My Dad
the Chef burned to a crisp.
My Mom, too.
Josh: Do you have
everything you need?
Tyler: I think so: Several gallon jugs of water.
Tyler: A kerosene lantern from the mall.
have you got to eat?
Josh: Turkey Jerky and some Kind Bars.
Tyler: What Kind are
Josh: The Kind Bars?
Tyler: Got it.
Josh: Does it matter?
Tyler: I guess not. Do you have light?
Josh: I’ve got a bunch
Tyler: I have a set of my Dad’s chef's knives.
Josh: What for?
Tyler: There’s no telling what survived.
you know what radiation may have done
to the neighborhood dogs and cats?
Josh: I have no idea.
Tyler: The ones that
survived are probably rabid and famished.
I’ll use the knives to defend myself, if I have
Josh: Did you block the windows?
Tyler: I covered them
Tyler: I’m resourceful. My
Dad taught me that.
5 minutes later:
Tyler: I’ve been
consumed by Jasmine’s passion.
Josh: All the feels.
Tyler: Jasmine has been
consumed by my hunger.
Tyler: She wanted it
that way. Trust me.
Tyler licks his lips.
Tyler: It brings us
together, body and soul...
Tyler: With a heavy
heart, I slice pale pink meat
into translucent strips with a chef’s knife.
Tyler: My tears run down Jasmine’s cheeks
I gently place them down on a dish of
delicate, fine Bone China with pale, pink
Josh: Bro, no words.
Tyler: I chew every
morsel slowly, relishing the poignant
flavor of my last meal, fresh off the bone.
Josh: Who says it’s
your last meal?
Tyler: I’m tapped out—there’s nothing left.
wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.
Josh: Whoa! That’s
Tyler: Just being honest.
thighs are a bounty of the sweetest meat I’ve ever tasted.
Josh: I can’t believe
you ate Jasmine!
Tyler: Desperate times . . . I’m not finished with her,
Tyler: I’ve already
devoured the succulent meat on her rump, arms,
breasts, lower legs, toes, and fingers.
Now I have a
newfound respect for finger food.
Josh: Did you put a ring on it?
Tyler: I did. Wanted to
tell you, before
all of this happened.
I kept the diamond engagement ring as a
Tyler: A girlfriend is a
terrible thing to waste.
Josh: Just deserts.
10 minutes later:
Josh: I miss the
comforts of home.
Tyler: You’re such a Mama’s Boy.
Josh: Bro, that’s cold.
Tyler: Just Joshing.
Tyler: [smile emoji]
Josh: [eye roll emoji]
Tyler: I miss the sun.
Tyler: I miss Netflix.
Josh: [popcorn emoji]
Josh: I miss my
Josh: I can hear some
critters outside, near the basement.
Josh: They’re yowling
and growling. It sounds really bad.
Tyler: Did you cover the windows?
Josh: Just with duct
tape—I hope it keeps them outside.
Tyler: [fingers crossed emoji]
Tyler: Something just chewed through the plywood!
in the basement!
Josh: That’s not good, bro.
it a cat or a dog??
Tyler: Hard to tell. It’s yowling and it’s headed
straight for me!
Tyler snaps a picture with his smartphone.
He takes a quick look.
Tyler: No, that’s my cat, Smoky.
Josh: How can you be
He sends Josh a picture of his cat.
Tyler: You can see the
name tag on his red collar.
Josh: Yeah. I can barely make it out.
Tyler: Smokey doesn’t
look the same.
Josh: Poor little guy. His fur is caked with blood.
Tyler: And he’s
Josh: He looks very hungry . . .
Tyler is trembling.
Josh: Grab a knife!
Tyler: Already on it.
lunges for a chef’s knife on the butcher block.
slips from his fingers before he can get a handle on it
on the cold concrete.
Smoky pounces on Tyler, claws out, teeth bared,
at the mouth.
Tyler: I dropped the knife. I—
Amy Grech has sold over 100 stories to various anthologies and magazines
including: A New York State of Fright, Apex Magazine,
Flashes of Hope, Gorefest, Hell’s Heart, Hell’s Highway, Hell’s Mall, Microverses, Needle
Magazine, Punk Noir Magazine, Tales from the Canyons of the Damned, The
One That Got Away, and many others. She has work forthcoming
in the Even in the Grave and Under Her Skin anthologies.
Amy is an Active Member of the
Horror Writers Association and the International Thriller Writers, who
lives in New York. You can connect with her on Twitter: https://twitter.com/amy_grech or visit her website: https://www.crimsonscreams.com
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