Hey all!
We have some exciting things happening. If you didn’t see the other day, we are a little over a month away from launching our new Flesh-Eating Cheerleaders book, Spring Break!
So, we thought we’d share a little short story with you that we wrote for our previous Kickstarter backers that ties into the story. It takes place during issue 2 of Flesh-Eating Cheerleaders from Outer Space.
We hope you enjoy! And check out below the story for a quick preview of Flesh-Eating Cheerleaders: Spring Break!
She was insane. I couldn’t believe what my roommate had done.
Sweet, shy, introverted Mia had just ripped her clothes off in the middle of a crowded room and began making out with a guy—and not even a guy she knew.
I didn’t think she was capable of it. Yet, I’d stood there in shock and watched it happen. I didn’t watch for long though before I had to leave. Whatever changes Mia was hoping to make for herself, what she’d decided on wouldn’t lead to anything good. We’d been friends since we’d been made roommates last year, and I couldn’t watch her destroy herself like that.
Walking back to our dorm, I couldn’t get the images of her peeling her shirt off out of my head. No, it wasn’t because I’d found her attractive. And it certainly wasn’t the first time I’d seen her without a shirt on—we were roommates, after all. It was more the utter bewilderment I felt at the whole situation.
How could she have done that?
My cheerleading coach died yesterday. I was feeling kind of depressed. Mia said that a party would cheer me up. It was that simple. We hadn’t taken anything. And we were barely on our first drink of the evening, so it wasn’t like she was drunk. Unless…
Could someone have put something in her drink?
I tried to think back through the party. We’d been there for about twenty minutes. We’d grabbed a couple of beers from the keg. But she and I had our drinks in our hands the entire time. I don’t remember anyone bumping into us, or coming so near enough to quickly drop something in.
Yet, it was the only thing that made any sense. I suppose someone could have put something in it. But what drug made a girl a total slut in just a couple of minutes?
So, it was back to my first thought. Mia was absolutely insane. Something must have snapped in her head to make her do that. I only hope that it was a one-time thing and she wouldn’t decide to do it again. I don’t think I could handle it.
The walk back to the dorm was more depressing than the walk to the party had been. At least there was the anticipation before of a fun night, and at least I had company. Now, the only company I had was my own thoughts. And they weren’t very friendly at the moment.
My thoughts returned back to coach. They said that something ate her in the locker room, some wild animal had gotten in and attacked her. I felt lucky and appalled all at the same time. Lucky, because we had only been in there a little while before, and it could have been us. I shuddered thinking that a wild animal was in the locker room with us when we were changing. Appalled, because it also made me feel as if I had no sympathy for what had happened—which was about as far from the truth as you could get.
And now everyone was acting so strange. Brooke hadn’t talked to anyone since it happened—she actually thought she had been the one who murdered coach. I rolled my eyes at the thought. Paula too wasn’t speaking to anyone—though I had the feeling there was a whole reason for that. And Carmen… well, let’s just say that she outed herself by being with her girlfriend at the wrong place at the wrong time. But she wasn’t talking to anyone either.
So, it was just me, alone with my thoughts, and a crazy roommate who I’d abandoned at the party.
I paused on the middle of the path outside the science building.
I had abandoned her, hadn’t I? Some friend I turned out to be.
Turning to head back to the party, I hesitated. I should be there for Mia. She was obviously going through something too that was causing her to act irrationally. But I couldn’t bring myself to go back. Those same thoughts went through me. I could—no I wouldn’t—watch her destroy herself like that.
Yet, I felt the need to do something. I had to do something for her. She was my friend, after all. And if I didn’t have her back, who would?
Turning again, I continued down the path back to the dorm.
I wouldn’t go back to the party, but I would talk to her when she came back in—whenever that would be. I had the feeling it was going to be late.
Walking up the steps to the dorm felt strange tonight. Normally I’d be excited to get back in and get some rest. But thinking about all that had happened, and all that I needed to do, I wasn’t looking forward to going inside.
Forcing myself to enter, I walked up the stairs and into the building. The corridors were strangely quiet—eerily quiet—like the whole campus knew there was something strange going on. Normally, the common area inside would have some people here, hanging out, microwaving Ramen. But tonight… nobody. I hated to admit it, but I was kind of glad. I didn’t want to talk to anybody anyway.
Upstairs, I went to my dorm room. A small square of a room that should have been illegal to fit two girls into. With the beds and our desks, there was only a little space to walk around—not at all proper living conditions. But, for now, it was home.
I got changed. If I was going to be sitting around the room all night waiting for Mia to arrive, there was little point in staying in my party clothes. A t-shirt and sweat pants would be much more comfortable.
And so, that’s what I did. I sat and waited.
Played on my phone.
Checked my messages.
Looked at social media.
No one had posted anything about the party it looked like—that was strange too. Why wouldn’t there be some pics or videos of the party? Maybe the cops had broken it up already. It happened more often than not when things got out of control—and things were definitely spiraling in that direction when I’d left. But still, there should have been something posted.
I didn’t think too hard about it though. It didn’t really matter. All that mattered to me was Mia, and what I had to talk to her about when she got home. I went over what I would say to her in my head and tried to anticipate her responses.
“Mia, what you did tonight wasn’t right?”
“People do that stuff all the time, Zoey.”
“No they don’t! Crazy people do that sort of thing.”
“So what? Maybe I’m crazy.”
“Mia, this is so unlike you. What’s making you act this way?”
I knew it probably wouldn’t go like that at all. But I wanted to be prepared.
I stared at my phone screen for a while, idly swiping through apps. I don’t know what time I dozed off, but I fell asleep at some point.
I woke up with the strange feeling that someone was in the room with me. I kept my eyes closed for a moment, straining to hear something. Someone was moving around in the room. Mia must have come back. I opened up my eyes slightly, about all I had the strength to do.
Mia had returned. She was standing there in the center of the room, looking at me. In the dim light it barely registered in my head that she was stark naked. It must have been a trick of the light, because it looked like the whole front of her body was covered in splotches of red paint.
And then, I felt it—a sleight weight on the bed with me. But who could that be if Mia was standing in the center of the room? I opened my eyes fully and saw it. Slithering across the sheets was a horrifying worm, about a foot long. It came towards my face and I opened my mouth to scream.
No sound came out. The worm jumped into my open mouth and quickly slithered down my throat.
I couldn’t think. I couldn’t breathe. And then at last a feeling of peaceful bliss washed over me. It wasn’t so bad. I didn’t know what I’d been afraid of at all. I couldn’t remember what I’d been so upset about. And I definitely couldn’t remember what was wrong with Mia.
This was wonderful. Mia was wonderful.
It had been one crazy night, but at least it was over now.
We know you’re eager to see some of our new comic (because many of you have told us so! So, here it is. Just a couple of pages from the newest issue of Flesh-Eating Cheerleaders!
We plan to launch this on Kickstarter in February 2024!
Enjoy!
We hope you liked. Be sure to check back for updates for when this launches!
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