The makeshift bar consisted of layers of plywood between cinder blocks. Cotton spiderwebs draped the front. Under the black lighting, Jessie squinted to read the handwritten drink menu.
rum, brandy, pineapple juice, orange juice, lime juice
vodka, gin, vermouth, tequila, tomato juice
“What’s your poison?” Asked the guy in the giant plug costume.
Jessie bought two zombies and briefly pondered the whereabouts of the inevitable girl dressed as a socket.
Drinks in hand, she waited outside for Jeremy, whom she hadn’t seen in weeks. When his parents were out of town last month, Jessie had planned to spend the night. It was to have been their first time. But her dad intercepted a text and grounded her "for the rest of the decade.”
Kara had offered to provide a cover for the couple to meet up. Somehow she'd convinced Jessie’s parents it would be good for their lovesick daughter to get out and meet new people. Kara had conveniently neglected to mention it was a college party.
Jessie awoke to a circle of hooded figures staring down at her. They were chanting in Latin. She scanned the shadowy faces, zeroing in on Kara. A crude X emblazoned her cousin’s forehead. Confused and panicked, Jessie implored her with her eyes. Kara remained stone faced, intoning with the others.
Ropes immobilized Jessie’s limbs. She lifted her throbbing head to see Jeremy lying a few feet away, his lifeless eyes boring through her. A ring of black ash surrounded them. Jeremy's blood seeped toward Jessie. She screamed, but terror seized her voice.
“Why?” She finally managed to whisper.
A cloaked man stepped forward. Something glinted at his side.
"Authentic virgins of consenting age are so rare these days," he explained, raising the sword.
This week's Trifecta Writing Challenge: The entry must be 33-333 words and include the word "zombie" as defined below:
a mixed drink made of several kinds of rum, liqueur and fruit juice
Word count: 333