Chapter 2: Dear penthouse

The rest of the town was… well, grim. Abandoned cars, burning houses, distant screams, blood on the ground… and zombies, of course, so the girls stuck to the alleys. They had to be better at stealth than they realized, since no zombies seemed to spot them, or at least they didn’t pursue.

Janet considered the fact that she was stumbling around the town totally naked, with her own intestines hanging around her neck. She was a pretty wild girl, but not this wild, so it was definitely a new experience. Seeing an open door in an alley leading into a kitchen of some sort, she poked her head in. The coast seemed clear: it was an empty takeaway place. It was easy enough to push some boxes in front of the kitchen door, giving them a temporary safe spot. And with any luck it would have something to eat as well.

“Yo, Clara, you good? That fall didn’t actually hurt you, did it?”

“I’m okay, but I think I broke something in the flatulence…”

Clara paused, looking confused. “Frozen… fumble… foam…”

Janet frowned, staring curiously at Clara before a light bulb went off.

“Fall?” she asked.

“Yeah, that’s it,” Clara nodded, before pressing her hands to the side of her head to combat the spell of dizziness. She turned around and pointed at the back of her head.

“Something here feels wallflower… warehouse…”

Janet walked up to her friend and gently touched the back of her head.

“Wow, weird,” she mumbled to herself.

“Ugh, thanks,” Clara sighed.

Janet traced the back of Clara’s head, finding that almost the entire back half of the redhead’s skull had been fractured in the fall.

“Okay, not to alarm you or anything,” she said, “but this seems pretty serious. If we want to prevent damaging your brain, I’m afraid you’re going to need an operation. Except we can’t go to a hospital and I don’t have a medical degree. Or a scalpel. Or anesthetic. Or even two hands.”

Clara looked around, walked up to the kitchen counter and grabbed the chef’s knife lying on it. She gave it a quick rinse under the tap and handed it to Janet, handle first.

“Maybe, but you’re also the only person I’ve g-string… damnit.”

Janet smiled. “Don’t worry, I know what you mean. Now, how do we do this? I guess the easiest would be if you lay down on the counter.”

Clara shrugged and hopped onto the stainless steel countertop before lying down on her stomach. She gathered her hair in one hand and pulled it forward and out of the way.

“All yours, doc.”

Janet considered the task at hand for a second , lowering the knife gently down towards the back of Clara’s head. She prodded the blade into the skin.

“Feel anything?”

“Not raspberry.”

“I… see.”

Shrugging, she continued to cut forward, making a thin cut from the base of Clara’s neck up towards the top of her skull. She could feel the skull pieces shift under the blade, and she went slowly so as not to do any damage to the brain underneath. When she was finished, she put the knife down and, gently, pulled the cut open with her one hand, revealing fractured bone. In a way she was actually surprised at how well she was taking this as she examined her friend’s skull. It was a mess, with small and large shards everywhere.

“Hey, can you maybe hold this open?” she asked. “I’m going to have to take some of these bits out. And by some, I mean… er… probably all.”

“That sounds very balls.”

“I don’t think you meant to say that, but yes. Very, very ''balls''.”

Clara reached behind her and curled her fingers around the edges of her scalp, holding the back of her head open.

Janet carefully reached in, grabbed a medium-sized piece and slowly lifted it out, letting it clatter onto the counter.

“Holy shit, I can see your brain,” she said, looking at the wrinkled grayish mass visible through the gap in Clara’s skull.

“Just whore up, would you? Ah, crap.”

“Wow, who knew little miss innocent had such a dirty mind?” Janet chuckled.

One by one, she cleared the debris of Clara’s skull, the pile of bone chips steadily growing.

“There we go,” she said when she finished. “How’s your vocabulary now?”

“I dunno, let’s see. Testing, testing… well, everything seems to be alright so far. I guess your first operation was a success.”

“Thank goodness. I would hate to have lost you.”

She looked at her friend’s brain, which was now completely exposed. She couldn’t resist lightly brushing her fingers across its surface. There was a sudden sound of rushing water.

“Ew, gross! What did you do?”

Janet looked to her right, seeing a puddle rapidly growing between Clara’s legs.

“Whoops, sorry,” she snickered.

Clara shoved her aside, jumped to her feet and stared at the front of her summer dress, which was now completely soaked. She was about to grab the hem and lift it over her head, but remembering her current state she thought better of it. She pulled the shoulder straps off her shoulders and pulled the dress down to the floor. She yanked her equally wet panties down as well and stepped out of the pile of piss-soaked clothes, leaving her standing in nothing but her bra. Turning on the tap, she collected a handful of water and splashed it onto her crotch, trying to clean up as best she could.

“Thanks for that,” she said, rolling her eyes.

“You’re welcome,” Janet laughed. “Now come here, We need to get your head closed up and since I don’t have a needle and thread I guess all I can do is to close it by tying your hair in a braid.”

Clara wished there was a chair or something she could sit on, but the best she could manage was a box of what she thought was pizza dough as Janet attended to her hair, tying the red strands into a braid and trying to ignore the smell coming from Clara’s ruined clothes.

“It’s not super visible, is it?” asked Clara, nervously. “People are gonna see it and think–”

“–that you’re a zombie? You totally are.”

“Yeah, but we’re not ''zombie'' zombies. We’re basically normal,” explained Clara, as her friend did her best to hide the girl’s exposed brain.

“This is, uh, kinda hard with one hand,” admitted Janet. “Put your hand behind your head… yeah… ok…”

This went on for a bit. On the outside they heard the odd sound of gunfire, screams, groans, car alarms… after a while it all pretty much faded into white noise.

“There you go, all done,” said Janet.

Clara stood up and walked up to the horizontal mirror that lined the wall above the seats in the waiting area. She turned her head sideways, trying to get a look at the back of her head.

“Hm, not bad. I rather like it, actually.”

“You’re welcome. But before you go all ‘Project Runway’ on me, how about we get out of this dump and find some place less exposed?” the brunette asked, gesturing at the big glass front door.

“Yeah, good call. Any suggestions where we should go?”

“Let’s see, our dorm room is obviously not an option,” Janet said, taking a few steps towards the font door. “We need something quiet to avoid more zombies, ideally with some provisions avail- ''hurk''!”

She stopped and looked behind her. The loop of intestine running up from her anus had gotten caught behind the corner of the counter, pulling the coils around her neck tight.

“We’d probably better get you fixed first,” giggled Clara. “Do you want me to try to stuff everything back in or should I give this whole surgeon thing a go?”

Clara looked at the long lengths of intestine coiled around Janet.

“I mean, do we even need to eat anymore?” she asked, giving a loop a tug with her finger. Janet paused, made a sign to be patient, and hurried over to the fridge in the kitchen. There was a bunch of food that would need cooking, but also some salami that looked ready to eat. She took one out, but before she even took a bite she recoiled.

“Pe-ew! This stuff must be out of date. It reeks!”

“Check the date on it,” said Clara, moving towards the fridge herself. The closer she got, the more a very offputting odor started to overpower her.

To their surprise, the meat was well in date. As was the cheese, which seemed similiarly repellent to them now.

“God damnit, am I never to eat a Pizza again?!” moaned Janet, arms outstretched. “Right, fuck it then.”

She lay down on the counter and pointed to the knife.

“Gut me, now, just slice the whole thing off.”

“But maybe we can eat–”

“Just do it!”

“Alright, your loss,” Clara shrugged. “Okay, first let me help you with this.”

She approached Janet’s head and helped her untie her bowels, laying them out on the counter. She picked up the knife, tapping her chin with the tip.

“Hmmm, do you think you could spread your legs a bit? I don’t want to cut into them by accident.”

“Oh, I think I should be able to manage,” Janet smiled. She pulled up her legs, sticking them into the air in a large V-shape.

“Thanks, much better,” Clara said, but her friend wasn’t done yet. Her legs continued their arc as Janet folded herself in two. When they were almost parallel with her torso, she hooked her arm over the left one, pushing her foot behind her head. The other one took a little more effort since she had to reach over, but it wasn’t long before she was lying on the counter folded like a pretzel, her ankles crossed behind her head.

Clara looked at her, wide-eyed.

“Wow, where’d you learn that?”

“Let’s just say that some of my past girlfriends have convinced me of the benefits of yoga.”

The redhead couldn’t help but stare between the girl’s legs, her pussy gaping slightly.

“I can see how. Perhaps when this is all over you can teach me.”

“I’d be more than happy to,” Janet grinned deviously. “I can think of a few positions I’d like to bend you in.”

“Right,” Clara said, blushing. “First, though, let me focus on this.”

Now that she had completely unrestricted access, she placed the edge of the knife right up against Janet’s anus, figuring that a dangling piece would only be uncomfortable. She swallowed, and took a deep breath. Hopefully Janet wouldn’t change her mind later…

Janet’s breathing increased slightly as she watched Clara shrug and begin sawing away at the tube sticking out of her butt. She knew that this was the sensible option, but still, it was hard to say goodbye to hours of anal training… she took solace in the new access she would have to her torso, at least.

“Heh, bet I could fit her entire upper body in now…”

“Hmm?”

“Oh, sorry, just thinking out loud.”

Clara held up the now sliced-off entrails as best she could, given their length, before letting them fall to the floor. Then she looked at the still gaping anus. Curious, she couldn’t help but slip her fingers inside, smiling as she heard Janet sharply exhale. Her fingers soon pressed into something…

“What’s this?”

“I think that might be my stomach entrance. Not often I get something touching that…” said Janet, grinning now. “Go on, might as well do some exploring, eh?”

Forming her hand into a duckbill shape, Clara pressed on, pushing her hand into Janet’s stomach.

“Ooh, it feels like butterflies in my stomach,” Janet commented. “It’s strange, but I rather like i- ''guh''!”

Janet’s remark was cut off when her esophagus was pulled down sharply as a wincing Clara quickly retracted her hand all the way out of Janet’s ass. Turning her hand around a few times, she inspected it, studying the myriad red spots dotting its surface, marking the places where Janet’s stomach acid had burned through to the flesh beneath her skin.

“Ouch,” she said, pouting.

“Oops, sorry. Probably should have thought of that. Besides, it was your turn anyway.”

A particularly loud explosion outside sent a tremor through the room they were in.

“And I think that that’s our cue to get out of here and find a safe place to fuck you,” Janet said. “Before we go, though…”

She swiped the knife lying discarded on the counter and slid it up between Clara’s boobs, with the edge pointed towards herself. With a quick jerk of her hand, she cut through the strap connecting the two cups of Clara’s bra.

“There. That thing’s been bugging me for a while now.”

“Hey!” Clara said, “I liked this bra!”

“So did I. Just not around your boobs.”

“Hrmph.”

Annoyed, Clara shrugged off the destroyed bra, letting it fall to the floor.

“Happy now?”

“Much better,” Janet smiled innocently. “Come on, let’s go.”

“But… my dress…”

“Is soaked and smelly and you’re ''not'' putting that on again. I’ve been running about naked ever since the apartment and I’m fine, so quit whining.”

She grabbed Clara’s hand and pulled her to the door, peering outside for signs of movement. There weren’t any.