The Search for the Last Flower – (Part 2)

25 Oct

Hi! Welcome. This is the 2nd installment of my short series, The Search for the Last Flower. If you haven’t read Part 1 you can read it here. I hope you enjoy!




“You were wrong––we were wrong.” Clarice showed the woman her wiggling infant. “Look, Flaviá, you have a healthy baby boy.”


Flaviá stared at her and then at the infant with a demented and confused expression.


“What’s wrong with her eyes?” Dylan stepped back. “I don’t remember them being yellow like that, and why is she drooling?” He continued to move farther away from her.


“I don’t understand. Her eyes were dark brown. How––” Clarice glanced at the doctor for answers, but he looked as confused as she did.


The doctor sniffed the air. “What is that smell?”


Flaviá snatched the baby from Clarice’s arms.


“Easy Flaviá, you don’t want to––” Clarice’s words were strangled by the horror she witnessed. The tribeswoman took a bite out of her baby’s head. The infant, who had been crying, died instantly.


Clarice screamed and clambered to her feet. She ran to Dylan who was crying out as he watched Flaviá spit bone out of her mouth and continued to extract gray matter from the infant’s skull.


Dr. Johnson jumped to his feet and stood paralyzed, watching the horror scene unfold before his eyes.


Dylan grabbed Clarice’s hand and pulled her toward the door. He pushed and shoved on the door, but it was jammed.


“Open the door!” Clarice screamed, unable to take her eyes off Flaviá.


“I can’t open it!” Dylan continued to ram the door with his body.


“Dr. Johnson, help us!” She pounded on the door and sobbed.


The doctor gawked at the monstrosity before him and couldn’t move. “I smell smoke,” he said under his breath in a flat, dreary tone. “Where’s it coming from?”


Clarice ran to him and pulled on his clothes. “What is wrong with you? We have to go!”


The doctor finally snapped out of his stupor. He hurried to the door and helped Dylan try to open it.


“It’s no use,” he said. “They’ve barricaded us in here with her.”


“Why would they do that?!” Dylan pulled the hair on the sides of his head.


“Maybe they blame us for her death?” Clarice looked around the room for a way out.


“But she isn’t dead . . .” Dylan’s eyes rolled up, and he slammed his hands against his outer thighs.


Just then, Flaviá rose from the ground. She had devoured the infant almost entirely but she wasn’t done yet. She fixed her wild, vivid yellow eyes on Dr. Johnson. Her long, black hair draped the sides of her face and she walked toward him in an eerie, stiff, twitchy way. Her head hung to one side and appeared to be resting on her shoulder. Blood framed her mouth, gore hung from her teeth, and tainted saliva dripped off her chin.


Dr. Johnson swung his arms in front of him with his palms facing forward. “No! Stay away from me!”


Flaviá grabbed one of his arms and before he could do anything to defend himself, she bit into the flesh of his lower arm. Muscles, tendons, ligaments stretched between her teeth and the limb. He wailed.


She tore off and slurped the tissues into her mouth like spaghetti. He slumped over, holding his severed arm and shrieking. She sunk her teeth into his shoulder. The doctor winced and howled. Blood escaped his wounds in jets. His legs faltered, and he collapsed. Flaviá leapt on him and began eating the flesh off his face as he writhed on the ground, flailing his arms and legs.


Clarice and Dylan stood openmouthed petrified with fear. It seemed an eternity of torture because the doctor would not die. Clarice turned away and retched several times until she vomited all over her shoes. She closed and covered her eyes and pressed her face and body against the door.


Dylan was compelled to watch the monster. She sunk her teeth into the doctor’s lower lip, shaking her head like a rabid animal until she pulled it off, and then she did the same to his upper lip while he continued to groan and squirm. She dug her finger into his eye sockets, yanked his eyeballs out of their orbits, and shoved them into her mouth.


Dylan pressed himself against the mud, stone, and grass wall of the hut. He felt his throat burn with acid erupting from his stomach. His breathing was labored, and his heart beat faster and faster. A warm stream traveled down his leg, wetting his pants. He slid to the floor and broke down in sobs.


Death finally came for the doctor. Flaviá pulled his body to a corner of the hut and continued feasting.


The abrupt silence made Clarice turn around and open her eyes. The hut was filled with smoke. She had not noticed the smoke seeping in because she was too distracted by the walking corpse. Her darting eyes noticed blackened areas on the hut’s walls.


She gasped and began banging on the door again. “Help, please let us out of here!” She fell to her knees, coughing. “The doctor is dead. Please don’t do this!”


Dylan watched her and got off the floor. He looked around and realized why she was in a panic. He began to dig near the wall by the door. Clarice joined him. After they had dug a few inches, flames crept in from the outside.


Dylan’s hand was soaked in a liquid and covered in flames. He shrieked and shook his hand. Clarice grabbed soil from the ground and tossed it on his hand. She did this repeatedly until the fire was out. He held his hand out and bawled. Clarice hugged him, but he was too distressed and in too much pain to be consoled. She wept between coughs and wheezes. There was no way out. It seemed they would die this day––eaten alive––by corpse or fire.


The tribesmen had barricaded the door of the hut where Flavía had died. They had dug a trench around the hut, poured a combustible liquid into the trench, and lit it on fire. The elder had ordered that the hut and everyone inside be burned to ashes. He knew it was the only way to contain the curse of the walking dead.


Copyright © 2014 by Vashti Quiroz-Vega. All rights reserved.



 I hope you enjoyed Part 2 of The search for the Last Flower.



22 Responses to “The Search for the Last Flower – (Part 2)”

  1. marethabotha2013 October 25, 2014 at 10:32 am #

    At this stage I see no way out for Clarice and Dylan, but I hope you find a way!


    • Vashti Quiroz-Vega October 25, 2014 at 11:26 am #

      I will be posting Part 3 tomorrow. So we’ll see. 😉 I hope you enjoyed Part 2 as much as you did Part 1. 🙂

      Liked by 1 person

      • marethabotha2013 October 27, 2014 at 8:59 am #

        Thanks, Vashti, I’ll be sure to have a look. Happy writing and thinking up good stories, today!


      • Vashti Quiroz-Vega October 27, 2014 at 11:35 pm #

        Hi! Thank you very much for reading and the sweet words. 🙂


  2. olganm October 25, 2014 at 2:17 pm #

    I’m not sure enjoy is the right word, Vashti. Suffered with them! I think given a chance probably being burned alive sounds better than eaten but not a great choice…Seriously though, love horror and this is first class!


    • Vashti Quiroz-Vega October 25, 2014 at 3:46 pm #

      Thank you Olga. I have to say that both deaths are horrific. I think I would have sucked in a great deal of smoke, pass out, and hopefully die of asphyxiation while unconscious. Phew!


  3. Sunni Morris October 25, 2014 at 2:32 pm #

    OMG Vashti! This is pretty gross, but I imagine that’s what you’re aiming for. I guess I’d prefer being burned to death too, if there are no other choices.


    • Vashti Quiroz-Vega October 25, 2014 at 4:02 pm #

      Hi Sunni! I observed lions, tigers, and other animals eat their prey. They were not picky about which part of the body they would bite into, or whether or not their prey was moving or crying out. Nature is sometimes gross. Of course, I’m writing about demented corpses eating live humans so there’s no escaping the grotesque. 😉


  4. Darlene Nemeth (@DarleneBNemeth) October 25, 2014 at 7:40 pm #

    No Vashti not the baby!

    I certainly wasn’t expecting that. Good thing I didn’t have time to grow attached to him or I would have been utterly devestated.

    And I won’t ever be able to watch someone slurp up speghetti ever the same. Eww.

    Looking forward to part three!


    • Vashti Quiroz-Vega October 25, 2014 at 11:52 pm #

      Hi Darlene! Yeah, the poor baby boy had to go, but it was quick, and he was never aware. Ah, the pasta reference––I love pasta and eat too much of it, so maybe I was subconsciously trying to keep myself from eating spaghetti for a while. 😉 Ha,ha! Thank you so much for reading. 😀


  5. Hugh's Views and News October 26, 2014 at 5:22 am #

    I am so much enjoying this. It’s my type of story so much. Can’t wait to read the last part to see what happens.


    • Vashti Quiroz-Vega October 26, 2014 at 10:13 am #

      I’m so happy you’re enjoying the story so much, Hugh. I hope I can continue to meet your expectations in the episodes to follow. I appreciate you taking the time to read. 😀


  6. Yolanda Isabel Regueira Marin October 26, 2014 at 8:19 pm #

    No a zombie fan but well written Vashti


    • Vashti Quiroz-Vega October 26, 2014 at 9:29 pm #

      Well, that means a lot then. Thank you Yolanda. 🙂 xx


      • Yolanda Isabel Regueira Marin October 27, 2014 at 2:19 am #

        I love your work so it is no problem … even when uou write horror there is a human element. You may cinvert me yet lol


      • Vashti Quiroz-Vega October 27, 2014 at 2:35 am #

        I would love to convert you. Ha,ha! Thank you very much for the kind words. They mean a lot to me. 🙂


  7. JESS44903 October 29, 2014 at 3:43 pm #

    Another great story! I love your work.

    Thanks for joining the Link Up this week!


  8. Vanessa Curtidor October 30, 2014 at 11:43 pm #

    Aw that was gross!! I loved it. Man that took my by surprise. Going to read part 3!!! =]


  9. Michelle Stanley November 12, 2014 at 8:28 pm #

    This was great, Vashti! I like the buzz I got from reading the story, and the image was ideal too. Zombie horrors are becoming a favorite of mine, as I find myself reading more of that genre.


    • Vashti Quiroz-Vega November 12, 2014 at 11:28 pm #

      Hi Michelle! It’s so cool that the story gave you a buzz. 😉 That’s always great. I’ve been getting into zombie horror a lot more lately too. The Walking Dead series inspired me to write this story. 😀


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