Dreams Of The Dead {Part 10 - THE END} {FINISHED!} {This is the end of DOTD} {sort of}

The Monster, formerly Cotton, smashes through the streets of New York. Zombies have overrun the city. He smashes them with his oversized fists as they get in his way. He bowls over a pack of them standing in his path. He seems to be headed somewhere. He doesn't know anything. He is a blind killing machine that uses rage for fuel.

A young muscular man freezes up when he sees The Monster. He is half-in and half-out of his car, attempting to flee the city. In a trance-like state he stands upright. The young guy stumbles a couple of steps into the street. Just enough to be in the way of The Monster. Cotton grabs the guy and snaps his back across his knee. The Monster keeps moving.

A wall blocks his path. He smashes through it as if it were made of tissue paper.

This Monster is on a mission.

...

Still sobbing, Candy slowly gets to her feet. She shoves a zombie out of her way and clambers over the cab of the truck. She walks slowly, confused down the alley. Zombies pile into the alleyway blocking her only escape.

Fat rain drops begin spilling out of the sky. Candy looks up. Small puddles form on her face from the fat raindrops collecting on each other.

She screams, "Come and get me you BASTARDS!!"

Candy falls to her knees in the alley. She drops her face into her hands. Deep sobs rack her entire body. She has given up.

Until she remembers. She remembers Cotton. All of the times they were together. All of the fun they had. All of the love they shared.

She remembers Old Jeb. The only father she ever knew.

She remember her mother. Grape suckers. Skater's shoes. Carnival rides. Flying in a hot air balloon.

Candy thinks about the roar of the crowd. Loud boos. Super loud pops. Back-flips. Trampolines.

She remembers all of this. It makes a whirlwind in her mind's eye. In the center of it all, Cotton is there. He smiles at her lovingly.

She has to live. Has to see Cotton again. Hug him once more.

"COTTON!!" she trumpets to the heavens.

With a renewed vigor, she snaps the head off a zombie nearest her. She springs to her feet. A back flip off the wall and she catches on to the ladder of a fire escape.

...

Cotton bounds from rooftop to rooftop with barely any effort. It seems like just an exaggerated step in between the roofs. The monster seems to be drawn to someplace. He is stomping over the city on a mission.

His eyes fix on a point in the distance.

He charges toward it with reckless abandon.

...

Candy climbs the fire escape with ease. Once on the roof, she bends over, hands on her knees trying to catch her breath. With her back to the ladder she didn't notice the ashy, purple hands grasping the roof ledge. Breathing heavily she didn't hear the dry, throaty moans of the undead.

...

The Monster Cotton runs out of roof tops. He leaps off into the air. He sails through the air and hits the pavement. He leaves a huge crater. Pipes stick up out of the ground like thin metal fingers. The Monster never slows down. He even seems to pick up momentum as he leaves the crater. Small holes are left where his feet meet the macadam.

The monster is headed out of town. He charges through a wooden area. Trees are snapped off in his wake. Smaller ones are twisted and rent out of the earth, roots and all. He bursts into a clearing. There is a small, grassy hill. It seems to sparkle and shine like an emerald in the light of the moon.

Huddled into small groups and shivering in the rain are several survivors of the zombie attack.

The Monster Cotton's eyes glow fiercely in the night.

...

As she starts moving again, Candy hears the gravel on the roof being crunched. She stops walking and still hears the sound. She twirls around, ready for a fight. She isn't disappointed. The zombie formerly known as Ashtyn Sky locks her arms onto Candy's shoulders. Candy puts her own hands on Ashtyn's shoulders. They look like wrestlers locked into a tying-up position.

Candy's eyes dart back and forth. She needs something, anything. Finally, she finds it. Boom, a kick to the stomach and Ashtyn Sky folds over in the middle. Maybe they can't feel pain but they sure as hell aren't immune to the laws of physics. Candy puts her in a front headlock and wrenches it in good. Candy the Clown leads the zombie a few feet by her head. Then she drops down on her back, impaling the Ashtyn Sky zombie on a rusty pipe sticking out of the roof with a DDT.

Candy stands back and dusts her hands off on her jeans. She stands this way for a minute, admiring her work and trying to get her breathing and heart-rate back to something that resembles normal for a human.

She turns to walk away and hears a groan and gravel rattling. Candy rolls her eyes. Then she notices a steel folding chair and a blue Igloo cooler near her on the roof. Nice set-up, drunkie. He could set here and drink and see the whole city, she thinks. Candy sprints over and picks up the chair, folding it. She turns around and grips the chair in both hands, ready for a home-run swing.

Ashtyn pushes off the floor of the roof. The pipe slips out of her belly with a wet squishing sound. She gets to her knees. Then Candy gingerly smashes the ever-loving fuck out of her face with the chair. "Just DIE, you smelly whore!" she screams. Another chair shot. Then another. And another. And another. The sexy little clown keeps swinging until Ashtyn's skull and brains are nothing but a red pulp and a nasty stain on the roof.

The zombie Ashtyn Sky dies (or deactivates, as it were) on the roof of a building in New York. She dies in her sexy, lacy underwear. Dies on her knees. Dies how she lived.

With an animal's grunt, Candy throws the chair down onto the remains of Ashtyn. It bounces high into the air. Candy is gone before the chair even hits the ground.

With little difficulty, given her background in the circus, Candy leaps nimbly between rooftops. She knows that she has to go somewhere. She doesn't know why. Only that she is being drawn somewhere. She could no more avoid this than she could jump into the air and just fly away.

She is headed out of town. Toward an area of wilderness.

...

The Monster, as there is little of Cotton left inside now, piles up dead bodies. Two bony horns now stick out from his forehead. Something that resemble horns but are slick and black are protruding from his elbows. When he puts his arms at his side the tips of them rest against his shoulder. He is about twelve feet tall now, despite of the fact that he is hunched and his knuckles are dragging the ground like a gorilla. Not that this is hard seeing as his arms are now long as the height of most normal grown men.

A row of long black quills goes down his bare back. He has a shaggy mane at the back of his neck. The only clothes he has left are the tattered remains of his wrestling pants. They are no more than shorts. His legs are almost normal except for the purple, veiny, ashy appearance and huge knots at random intervals. His boots remain mostly intact.

His face is stretched to half-way down his chest. It's a nightmarish mask of a clown. The paint is still there except for the big cracks in it. It looks like it was melted onto his skin. His teeth are as long as your hand and sharp at the points and serrated on the side.

That The Witch directs his actions would be an understatement. His horrific body is the vehicle by which The Witch expresses her will on a world she has been too long away from.

He drags all of the bodies into a large pile. He strips most of the flesh off the bones as he throws the next one on the pile.

...

Candy bursts into the clearing. Once she lays her eyes on the scene she vomits. The world spins around her. Ugly black and purple and violent green flowers bloom before her eyes.

...

When Candy comes to she is being lifted bodily toward the pile of bodies. "What the fuck are you doing?" she screams.

Twisting in the hands of The Monster she looks into its face. The mouth opens. The voice of 1,000 maniacs, lunatics, murderers and rapists and monsters issues forth. The mouth doesn't move, only stays open. "We are the combination of the virus and rage. The Witch and Zombie Blood makes this Monster you see before you."

"STOP!!!! PUT ME DOWN!!" Even as she screams this, Candy is being pulled steadily closer to the maw of a crocodile. Into the jaws of a Monster. The gates of hell.

She hears chomping. Bones snapping. Fluids spilling. A wet chewing sound. Then nothing.

...

Days may have passed. He doesn't know. Time has come and gone but how much he could not say. He looks down and his body is back to normal. In his hand he holds the small skull of his best friend, the love of his life, the missing piece of his puzzle.

He is sitting on a pile of rotting bodies and bones.

Holding Candy's skull in his hands.

Behind him, New York City stands. On fire. In ruins.

----~!!!*Credits Roll*!!!~---

*"Witch Trapped In This Song" by Dark Lotus of Psychopathic Records plays.*

{The End}

{Stay tuned for the special features. Including an alternate ending with optional director's introduction.}

{*OOC NOTE*}
{Thank you for sticking with me while I drug this out for so long. And thank you special folks who gave me the encouragement to finish this. I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it.}
{Thanks to Ashtyn Sky who has taken my literary whippings with a smile.}
{Special thanks to BC. Without those trophies I never would have had the heart to finish this.}
{A special kiss my ass to Sarah Angel, who left me high and dry. If you're reading this, Sarah, I want you to know that I hate being ignored worse than I hate herpes. And I fucking HATE herpes.}
{Look for the SuperPost collection of the whole story!}

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