Honesty

I nailed down the last of the boards down across my bedroom doors with the sweat of a hard day's work and a baking Louisiana sun pouring in through the windows. I was never a hero and the end of the world at the hands of a bunch of Mexican-speed zombies wasn't going to change that.

I can at least be honest.

With my nag of a wife gone, God bless her soul, I can admit I always thought of Daisy Duke and as the Lord could have it, I have one of my very own chained up good on the bed.

She thrashed up a real storm in that rickety bed, her cute little pigtails looked like they'd just fly right on out the window with the force she was putting into struggling. Like my dad said, nothing a firm thud of a sledgehammer won't fix.

She calmed down once her neck an' swollen-looking jaw got crushed in, finally solved that acid problem before it could eat any more of my right shoulder too. The frantic jiggling her fat belly did like rat caught stealing died down too. I was afraid the thing was going to burst and turn me into one of them and I'd die without my Daisy.

I still said The Lord's Prayer, just in case the worst came for me. It'd also be a long trek to the confessional too, assuming the good reverend around after this mess is over with.

One more Sign of the Cross.

All right Daisy, you like that name huh, time to get that top off.

I tore Daisy's top off without askin' please, no time for the courting. She wasn't a Daisy under the hood, no sir, not with rat gray tits and rat eye black nipples and puss comin' out every which way when I squeezed them tight. Still, they felt like a woman's breasts enough and my Johnny, my cock. My cock was ready for action.

I can at least be honest with dirty words.

Daisy still gurgled with what throat I left her, least I can please a woman in my old age. I expected to find a pair of wet little dainties below that bloated belly and under those white shorts. What I found was a blood red rose, tight and ready to bud for this gray old, God-fearing man.

I pushed my way into the gal's flower, just wet enough to get it in nice an' deep. Death I think didn't do anything to make her loose, and it felt better to slide in and out than it had been since my honeymoon. Daisy, you got a pussy from the Devil himself.

I wheezed as I fucked that tender little thing, my cock getting wet with something thick as I jammed it into harder. I pushed in further and further with each thrust, drawing my fragile hip further way to slam it in faster as I felt close to coming. Her large belly shook and quaked with my lust-making, but Lord I was so close to making it with Daisy, I had to see it through.

I felt the old swamp stars light up my head as I spilled my living seed in dear dead Daisy. Then I felt the burn of swamp water all over my torso.

Sure as the sun rises, her belly burst when I got too eager with my last thrust and I was burning away from chest to pelvis.

I reeled back from the edge of the bed, probably already turned too, since everything went slow and numb.

I looked down to see a mess of guts where most of my run down body was, blood splattering out as the acid did its hellish work on me. My ribcage all but seemed to burn away as my heart and lungs slowly rose from my chest. My legs pulled away from myself as the supporting hip sizzled away, just after a fresh replacement. I hit the wood grain of the floor then, covered my own oozing leftovers, reckon I was little more than two shoulders, neck, and head on the floor before everything began to fade.

Forgive this poor old boy Lord, bathing in your Louisiana sunlight, for being honest with Daisy.