Apocalypsis 03 - Exodus

going to make them bond with their tribe members and then have orgies with them or whatever.”
    I felt sick. She seemed serious, if not totally batty. “You aren’t kidding, are you?”
    “No, silly. But like I said, you’d better hurry if you want to stop them. Once the ceremony is over, they’re going to screw the hell out of him. And then he probably won’t even want to leave.”
    “He won’t do that. He won’t sleep with any of them.”
    She frowned. “Oh. That’s too bad.”
    “How so?”
    “Because they’ll cut off his penis and let him bleed to death. They’ve done it before.”
    I stared at her, horrified about the idea of that happening to anyone, let alone Bodo. “How could you possibly know all this?”
    “They were friends with Loco. He told me everything. He thought they were funny, plus they had sex with him too, so he considered them friends.”
    I gulped down the hysteria that tried to rise up in my throat. Bodo’s about to get his wiener chopped off or he’s going to cheat on me with a harem of canner-fuckers. Time to go.
    “Okay, well, it’s been real fun and all, but I guess I have to go save my boyfriend’s private parts.”
    Brittney stood immediately and held out her hand, smiling like a politician. “It was so nice to meet you. Please tell Winky goodbye for me. I’m kind of tired, so I think I’ll take a nap. Would you hold my baby for a while for me, before you leave so I can just shut my eyes for a few minutes?”
    I shook my head at her, not knowing what to say.
    She looked around the room. “Where is that baby anyway?” She walked towards the other room. “David Junior? Sweetie? Where aaaaare yoooouuuu?”
    I ran up the stairs as fast as my feet would take me, shoving the cabinet back down as soon as I reached the top. I flew out of the bedroom, down the hallway, and halfway down the stairs before I started yelling, not stopping to consider whether I actually wanted to help baby-murderers or not. “Winky! Rob! Go!” I jumped over the holes in the last five stairs, falling to my feet at the bottom and scrambling around the bloated body on my hands and knees before I could get upright again.
    I was at the front door and running over its blackened threshold when I heard the first gunshot ring out.
    ***
    Rob and Winky were already pedaling away, back in the direction we’d come from.
    “No!” I yelled, grabbing my bike and jumping on, slamming my crotch uncomfortably on the hard seat before being able to move the wheels with the pedals. “This way!” I knew Brittney the Lunatic would be firing at us for sure out of her bell tower window if we went out the back. Her collection of firepower was too impressive to hope she didn’t know how to use any of it.
    Winky and Rob wheeled around to face me and followed me out the front gate; and that’s when I saw the bloody blanket tied to Winky’s front.
    The look of horror on my face must have clued her in to what I was thinking.
    “Don’t look at me like that,” she said breathlessly as she pulled up next to me. We were bumping crazily over the long driveway, almost to the gate now. “I didn’t kill her damn baby. It’s right here.”
    A little white hand chose that moment to come out and wave around before it clasped the edge of the blanket and stopped moving.
    “Oh, thank God,” I said, heaving out a sigh of relief that was nearly accompanied by some stomach fluids. “For shit’s sake, Winky! I thought you really did it!” I was literally shaking, overwhelmed with emotion.
    Another gunshot came from the house, but I didn’t feel anything hit me and Rob and Winky kept going, so I ignored it in favor of pedaling like mad. Two seconds later we were around the corner of the front gate, out of our sniper’s sights.
    “You really think we’d do something like that?” asked Rob. “That hurts, Bryn. It really does.” He smiled at me mischievously.
    “Shut up, Rob. How was I supposed to know? That friggin blanket is covered in real blood. What’d you do? Cut yourself?” I looked over, trying to find evidence of a slashed vein or artery on him. But his clothes had no stains that I could see in the dim light of the overhead sky. There was enough blood on the blanket that it would have had to be a pretty bad injury.
    “No, of course he didn’t,” said Winky. “Don’t be ridiculous. The blanket is covered in blood just like the spot on the front lawn where Rob killed that damn pit-bull that came