The Zombie Drug…

 The Zombie Drug… 

By Len Morgan 

   Marcus was smooth, suave, and sophisticated. He liked drinking in different bars, as the mood took him; he had an ulterior motive. He had a host of clever chat up lines that he used to good effect to lure young women into his influence.  If one line doesn’t pique a woman’s interest he would try another.  But, if there were other equally desirable young women in the bar he would simply change his tack and hit on them, in the certain knowledge that his good looks and fake charm would grab their attention.  His method was to treat a young woman as if she was the only girl in the room, offer to buy her a drink, then another and another.  Eventually she would have to visit the ladies room.  That is when he would slip a roofie into her drink... 

Veronica, Cloe, and Crystal were young women on a mission, trolling the bars looking for their mark.  Cloe checked out the bar, “He’s in here,” she told the others, “Far end, propping up the bar.”

Veronica entered the bar and in a short while Marcus sidled up beside her. 

  “Hi I’m Marcus; it seems I’ve been stood up by my date.” 

  “That’s a shame, maybe we can talk while we wait, I’m also alone, a friend was supposed to meet me here but she hasn’t arrived yet.” 

  “That’s my good fortune,” he smiled, disarmingly “What’s your poison?” 

  “Oh that’s kind of you; I’ll have a gin & tonic.” 

  “I like this bar, it has a nice atmosphere, and the music is background; not too ‘in your face’,” he said. 

  “I’m Ronnie,” she said, “Oh look, there’s an empty table over there, why don’t we sit and chat.” 

  “A good idea, let me take the drinks over,” he smiled again.

‘Maybe he wasn’t the mark they were looking for,’ she thought looking towards Crystal and Cloe. Cloe nodded to confirm he was the one they were looking for. 

  “You’ll have to excuse me, I need to visit the ladies,” she smiled and headed across the room.  She visited a cubicle to relieve herself. Leaving the cubicle she freshened up her lippy, whilst waiting for Crystal to arrive.    

  “He did it Ron, Cloe confirms he’s the one!” 

  “Are the rest of the girls outside?” 

  “Ready and waiting,” said Crystal taking a small vial from her purse and handing it to Ronnie.  

“Are you sure this will work?” Ronnie asked as she unscrewed the lid and applied a little of the green fluid to her lips, “here goes nothing…” she said. 

Ronnie gave him a pleasant smile as she sat at the table. “I noticed there are nuts on the bar, drinking always makes me hungry, would you mind asking if they can spare some?” 

  “I’ll find out,” he said and went over to the bar. While he was out of sight she poured her drink into a nearby potted plant and refilled the glass with water. 

He returned triumphant with a small dish of nuts, “you haven’t touched your drink, is something wrong with it?” he asked. 

  “It’s fine,” she assured him, and emptied the glass in one. 

“Let me get you another,” he said, taking their glasses back to the bar. 

When he returned she leaned across the table and, spontaneously kissed him full on the lips, “you’re Angel,” she said, before drinking it down. Then, she took a napkin from her bag and wiped her lips. 

  Crystal joined them at the table, and said “stand up.” Marcus obeyed. 

  Ronnie took out her phone and dialled. “Hi girls, the fish is in the net, come and join us!” 

Two ladies entered and headed for their table. 

  “He’s the one,” Cloe said, preparing to attack him. 

  “Shhh,” Crystal soothed her.  “He’s completely under our control.  My grand mother was a voodoo priestess, and we used one of her potions to turn him into a zombie it will only last for 24 hours.  So let’s take full advantage of that time; unleash a little girl power.” “We’re taking him back to your apartment.” Ronnie said.  “We’ll humiliate him like he did to you, and heaven knows how many others.”

“Great idea! Let get out of here,” Cloe said. 

”Follow me!” Crystal commanded, Ronnie, and Marcus headed for the door, the others followed them.   

“Don’t feel sorry for him Cloe, his bottle of tablets is less than half full so you were not his only victim,” said Ronnie. 

Back at Cloe’s apartment they stripped him, dressed him in ladies underwear and wrote abusive words on his chest with waterproof lipstick. 

“Do you have your tattooing kit ready Ronnie?” 

“I have luminous red ink and a special stencil prepared,” she said.

“When you’re done, we can take him to the park and leave him on the ‘roundabout’, leave his clothes in a neat pile beside him. 

Two young constables took one look at the ‘RAPIST’ tattoo on his forehead, found the bottle of roofies in his jacket pocket and called for a car to take him to the station.

Two weeks later, the girls saw his picture in the local paper and read the story ‘6 month for possession and use of ‘rohypnol’, the banned rape drug.’

 

Copyright Len Morgan