Montoya cruised down Wolf Street in his red ’06 Mustang looking for a pro to finish off his evening at the clubs. He saw her just as he crossed 2nd North by Twilight Nights. She looked like she was a bit wasted, which was good. He had only a twenty left.
He slowed down and called across the street, “Hey, Baby. Want to earn twenty bucks?”
It took her a minute to turn stiffly and face him. She walked into the street, oblivious to traffic. Montoya thought this was a good sign. She was desperate for cash. He’d get his money’s worth.
She came close to the window and leaned in, letting out a low, smoky moan. She leaned toward down him. This was going to be a good night indeed. She moved toward his left cheek. Oh man. He leaned back. He loved this part. They always thought being nice would get them more money, but Montoya never tipped. It was all part of the game.
She nearly took off his ear.
Montoya pulled his head back just in time. He said, “I don’t want a stinkin’ crack whore” and pushed her to the pavement. “I got standards.” He stepped on the gas and headed the Stang south on Wolf toward 81.
He wiped the blood off with a Kleenex, held it there to be sure the bleeding had stopped, and tossed it out the window. He checked it in the mirror. There was hardly any damage. The bleeding had already stopped. He saw her following him in the rear view mirror. She was on something, for sure.
His wife wouldn’t notice. She never did.
11 responses to “A Girl’s Got to Eat”
Short, sweet and pretty damn good.
I love that a guy who’s looking for a $20 hooker is concerned about his personal standards.
& I love the title font. I’d really like to know what site I can download that one from.
http://www.dafont.com is your friend. 😉
nice dave i love the ending it just leaves you guessing
There’s no guessing. He’s going to call in sick the next day at work, and when he’s wife comes home from work the next day, he’s going to attack and infect her. That part of the resolution isn’t necessary.
Not everyone in the city of Syracuse is going to be brilliant, and not everyone is going to be able to carry a M4 35.6 shotgun with a 9 mm Luger with armor-piercing bullets. Life ain’t a video game. Some people will live, and some people will die. That’s the fun of our genre.
why do you have to ruin the fun
i am just messing around i still like the story
I like it. It shows the lighter/funnier side of zombie stories. Nice title too.
I love how this seemed like she was drunk till you realize shes in the middle of the street I kept screaming “LOOK OUT! SHES GOING TO BITE YOU!” but to find out a wife and he was trying to cheat i say the bastard deserved it.
You also got to love the title.
Thanks, Kayrah. That is what I was going for. I don’t really like pre-Zone stories very much, but this one was too good to pass up.
Mr.sipley is a freakn’ genious. loved it. i like the name Mantoya. good name you should read my first. Gutterspeak2.