Blood of the Living Dead - Episode 2 'Deborah Alvarez and her Monster'

Episode 2 - Deborah Alvarez and her Monster

She locked herself inside the restroom. She can't stand her co-actor's condescending tone against her. Yes, she admits being a has-been in the industry but she knows she's trying her best to do her job.

She remembers how she used to be a top teen actress during her time. During cinema tours, her fans would swoon on her, cry on her and some even fainted in excitement. She can vividly see in her memories the banners she can see over movie theaters saying, "Deborah Alvarez - new teen sensation of the 90's". Those were the days, she thought. She used to act out as a young, rich heiress in her movies. Why not? She got these flawless skin from head to toe, she possesses a pretty face, a voluptuous body to die for. She remembers suitors after suitors, rich businessmen and politicians. There were also upcoming actors, bit players and male dancers joining the pack. But she chose wrong.

She was just contented on the love of a young budding actor. He has no money but he is driven by ambition. That ambition consumed him. And after ten years of marriage, the man left her for a female politician, not as beautiful as she is, but definitely a lot richer. Her regret is that she gave it all to him, her time, her money -- and hell, she even gave up her career for him.

"He's a monster!"

Now that he has already left her -- that fuckin' monster -- she has no choice but to go back to show business.

The sad part is, she's now a 30-year-old has-been.

She still got the pretty face, except for some ageing lines on her forehead and neck. She still got the body, but her breasts are now sagging - a result from the ten-year-sex from her ex-husband. Her curves are still there, thanks to her home gym, but the years that passed has taken away her youthful suppleness. Her arms and thighs were not as slim as they were before. But she still looks good, she knows it. Men still want her as judged by a number of men taking interest on her. When they found out that she's separated from her husband, they came. But she's not interested. She hates men now. They're monsters! She knows a man will just "sex" her up. Just like what her husband did to her. It was all sex. She remembers how her ex always remind her of contraceptives. He always say they don't have to have kids as he is still climbing the ladders of his career. Having a child is the least of his priorities. It was hard but she loves her husband too much she did not want him to fail.

"Wrong decision." she seems to mumble to herself, "...wrong decision."

Screams! Lots of screams!

The director has resumed shooting the movie, she thought. They are filming a political satire. She remembers the script too well. A governor goes on a campaign sortie and people shouts his name. The governor is very, very popular in his town.

Screams! Lots of screams still!

Direk might have extended the "shouting" part. It' supposed to be a minute-and-a-half shouting, but the screams continued. Odd.

Suddenly, there were loud knocks on her door. No, it was not loud, someone was really banging on her door. She thought it might be Tina, the studio PA, but she knows scene 27 is still later in the day as she had just finished scene 15.

She called out, "Is it time for me, Tina?"

She heard a sound. No, it's more of a growl, but human. She's confused, "Tina?"

"Hrrrrrrr!"

It's not Tina! And the shouting in the background still continues, going farther.

"Are the people running away?" she thought.

She turned her back on the door and started to pick her bag. She slowly collected her kit, her lipstick, her powder then suddenly...

"BLAG!" 

The door suddenly flung wide open. She turned her head and she saw their cameraman - Rocky - but he looked different. He was growling and he had these gray, angry eyes. His face is pale white. His right shoulder is bleeding and he's missing a leg.

"Where's his leg? What happened to him? Did he just had an accident"

"Rocky, are you alright, you're wounded! Where's the medic?"

Rocky didn't answer him, but instead lunged at her. His mouth is opened wide, and there's blood in between his teeth. He pinned her against the wash bowl. He held her hard on her shoulders and bowed his head to her neck. He wants to bite her!

She parried his attack and held him by the chin. Blood from his mouth dripped to her forehead. She can now see his wounded shoulder with dark blood gushing from it, as if a lion had bit it hard. The wound was wide and flesh seemed to fall, chunk after chunk. She can smell the fishy stench emanating from his mouth as his teeth snaps in a rhythmic motion. She can feel his strength as it overpowers her, pinning her back against the ceramic bowl. Her bones seem to splinter from the brunt of his force, as the skin beneath her nails gush out blood from the roughness of his chin.

She closed her eyes in agony, she can no longer stand the pain. She's praying for a miracle. She remembers a scene from her past movie -- her leading man arrived just in the nick of time to save her from the rubble of a fallen wall. He was pushing a slab of concrete away from her body, carrying it with his sinewy arms. When at last he had completely removed the debris from on top of her, he pulled her up and embraced her in full emotional gratification. She, in turn, held his nape and pulled his mouth onto her, kissing him hard. His body squeezed closer to hers, his navel pushing against her bosom. She remembers fully how she nearly had an orgasm as she felt his hardness throbbing, pulsating to a climax.

She opens her eyes. The cameraman-turned-into-a-monster is still on top of her, his tongue so near her neck. She is starting to give in, her strength slowly fading. She can feel his hands sinking in her soft skin. She can fight no more. Her grip on his chin loosened, her knees crumbled. She's now ready to be bitten.

"Go ahead, bite me, you monster..."

"WHACK" 

Rocky's head flew upwards, dark blood spurted from his neck. She can see the severed head bouncing off the wall and fell on the tiles. It rolled over -- gushing out blood as it touches the floor. Then suddenly it stopped rolling, and at its back a pair of shoes. As she lifted her eyes, she sees another man standing by the door, a machete in his hand. He is wearing a police uniform. He got blood on his hair but he seemed unhurt. His hands drips of blood but he has no wounds.

"Is he another monster?" her thoughts seem to fly.

"It's time to go!" the man wearing the police uniform said.

"They are many. I can't hold them much longer!"

With that, the man holstered his machete over his back then pulled her arms and dragged her outside the restroom.

"Can you run?"

"I think so." she seemed lightweight, her head still cloudy from the attack.

She ran beside him, his arms holding hers. He has already drew his pistol and firing at every "monster" that comes near them. She looks at him in awe. Here is a real-life hero, not your ordinary handsome leading man, with facial make-up thicker than a female's. This hero had saved her from the enemy and now protecting her further from harm. He is not that handsome, but he has a charming face. His body is well-built, strong arms and broad shoulders, enough to attract a full-grown woman. She can smell his sweat from his uniform, and she liked it.

She let out a faint smile. Her thoughts are wandering like crazy.

She was pushed inside a police car as the man in the police uniform took the driver's seat. He was fast, he was good! The next thing she knew, they were driving speedily on the highway. She doesn't care. All she cares about is to go far away. Away from the monsters. The monsters in her life and the monsters with dark blood.


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