Zombie Noir: The Corpse with the Beautiful Face 💀 scary.co

Follow Private Detective Roy Sheppard on his latest adventure as he investigates the case of. . . . THE CORPSE WITH THE BEAUTIFUL FACE When a beautiful woman asks Detective Sheppard to solve a murder, he can hardly refuse, especially when she reveals she's the victim, dead but not quite dead, cold and growing colder. He has three days to find out who, why and how, and the answer is a conspiracy that leads all the way to the top. This is the SECOND in a series of shorts exploring the Zombie Noir genre with light elements of Zombie Punk. Zombie Noir - A genre mixing the pulp detective genre with the modern day zombie genre. Zombie Punk - A genre where zombies are used as technology in one form or another. Other Zombie Noir stories: THE REDHEAD AND THE DEADSHED THE LADY AND THE PIT (coming soon) THE RADIO GIRL AND THE END OF THE WORLD (coming soon) Excerpt: She looked up at me and I looked down at her. Then I did a stupid thing. I wiped a tear from her cheek with my thumb. Her eyes were pleading. She knelt before me on the bed, her fingers ice cold on my face, her lips ice cold on my lips, her voice, soft and perfect and pleading. “Could you . . . comfort me?” My arms had somehow found their way around her. The decanter had somehow found its way to her nightstand. I grabbed her by the arms, jerked her away, and studied her like the foreign thing she was. That’s the way she felt to me, not because she was dead, but because she was a woman, because she was rich, and because I couldn't comprehend either one. I pulled her to me, and forced a kiss onto her cold lips. My fingers had somehow found their way to the back of her head, up into her hair. I pulled her head back, exposing her delicate white neck. I bit her chin hard until she whimpered. I pulled back her night gown and saw her pale breasts with the white nipples. They were surrounded by a cloud of capillaries branching out like dull blue sheet lightning. I could see the dark shadows of her ribs, the rhythmic mass of her heart. She was like a half exposed X-ray. I cupped my hand around her breasts and trapped her nipples between my fingers, giving them a little squeeze. She was taking sharp breaths, but her shivering had stopped. I laid her back onto the bed, feeling the sudden urge to warm her frigid skin up with my body. It wouldn’t do any good. She was cold and getting colder. Soon she’d be cold and still. She whispered to me. “You can call me her name if you want.” Permission. I didn’t need it, but I took it. I slid between her legs, but she pressed her hands to my chest. “Wait!” She reached behind her and revealed two chains with cuffs attached to the oak headboard. Her face was tense and sad. “Just in case.”

Release Date TBD
Author Austin Taylor
Language English

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