Killbilly Drive-Thru by Vincent V. Cava

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(00:47):
was awakened by a kiss. It hadn't come from a
charming prince. There had been no firm but gentle lips,
no musky sandalwood scent drifting through the air. There had
been no rough, masculine stubble tickling her cheek, no dashing smile,
no blue eyed stare, no true love's first embrace. There

(01:08):
hadn't even been a damn horse. No, this kiss had
come in with a thundering crack. Its lips were made
of rocks and dirt. They sent shockwaves rippling through her skull,
rake down her face, and pushed pebbles inside of her
nose and mouth. But she was awake, and that meant

(01:29):
she was alive. This was the first of three thoughts
that had burst into her mind the moment after her
head slammed against the ground. The second was that she
regretted skipping lunch earlier that day, because it was well
past midnight and she hadn't even eaten anything since the
granola bars she had for breakfast. That thought, however, was

(01:50):
pushed rather quickly to the side once the third one
bullied its way to the forefront of her consciousness. This
third thought was the East Mountain Killbilly just slaughtered my friends,
and now he's dragging me into the woods. It wasn't

(02:10):
quite that coherent. There were a lot of fucks and shits,
and even a couple fucking shits sprinkled in there, but
that was basically the gist of it. Her body was cold,
but a wound just below her rib cage burned as
if it was on fire. The last thing she recalled
was looking into the Killbilly's wild yellow eyes as he
ran the steel blade of his machete through her torso

(02:34):
she must have passed out from blood loss. The fact
that she was still breathing meant the machete would have
had to have missed every major organ inside her tiny
one hundred and ten pound frame. She considered trying to
kick herself free, and then she remembered the person she'd
be kicking was a near seven foot tall behemoth of
a man who was wearing a mask of human flesh

(02:56):
fashioned from the face of somebody who was probably a
lot tougher than she was. Her mind raised as she
was reminded of the horror she'd witnessed him perform at
the cabin that night. His strength was immense. It had
taken him no effort to completely overpower Devon and Trevor,
and they played on the college football team. Fighting back
was pointless. Bella had lunged heroically at him with a

(03:19):
marshmallow skewer, but that hadn't worked out well for her.
The Killbilly snapped her friend's wrist like a twig, snatched
the skewer from her grip, and then buried it deep
inside her eye socket without even breaking a sweat. It
still had the marshmallow on it at the time, it
was golden brown, too perfectly toasted. Damn, she was hungry.

(03:43):
Her best bet was to play dead. Every second the
Kilbilly thought she was a corpse was another second he
wouldn't spend actually making her one. He pulled her across
the forest floor for it felt like an eternity, before
coming to a stop at the side of the road.
It was here that he dropped her leg the Killbilly.
He took a few long strides away from her, then
sat down on his haunches and began to rummage through

(04:04):
a duffel bag that he was carrying with him. She
considered scrambling to her feet now that his attention was diverted,
but something deep inside her was holding her back. She
couldn't stand. She couldn't run, not because her legs didn't work,
but because she was terrified about what it would mean
if she did. Running would alert the Killbilly, and the

(04:27):
last thing she wanted was that unhinged lunatic chasing after
her again. She wished some hero could come along and
rescue her. Cop or a vigilante and a bright spandex
costume would do the trick, even a cyclist who kept
a gun in his bright spandex bike shorts. She was young,

(04:48):
she was pretty, she was white. She wasn't supposed to
be dealing with things like this on her own. He
was someone else's job to save the day. Yet, deep
in her gut, she knew she was alone, so she
waited and listened as the Killbilly packed his duffel bag.

(05:08):
She wondered what was in there, but didn't dare open
her eyes for fear that he would catch a glimpse
of her watching him. Once he finished, she heard the
jangle of keys, then a click. It was followed by
a soft ding, and that's when the trunk of his
car opened. She wasn't expecting him to drive, let alone

(05:31):
own an automobile. If the campfire stories were to be believed,
The East Mountain Killbilly was an undead maniac who rose
from the grave every thirteen years to butcher whatever unlucky
co eds happened to cross his path. She didn't understand
how a Toyota Camray fit into that equation. The giant
hoisted her off the ground, she let herself go slack,

(05:53):
doing her best corpse impression, but the dead weight made
little difference to him. He dumped her in the trunk
with all the care one might afford to a deflated tire,
then loomed over her. Though her eyes were shut, she
could feel his stare violating her. She was running out
of time. Once that lid closed, she'd be locked inside,

(06:16):
but she would need to face the monster who had
massacred her friends if she wanted to get away. The
very idea made her limbs feel like they were made
of stone. The trunk slammed shut. Darkness swaddled her, and
so too did a terrible sense of shame. She'd been
too afraid to save herself, and now she couldn't. The

(06:39):
only silver lining was that here in the trunk she
was finally free of the kilbilly's eyes. But this perk
was only temporary. Sooner or later his stare would return,
and once it did, her nightmare would begin all over again.

(07:01):
The car started, and a few seconds later it was
rumbling down the road. She decided to use her newfound
privacy as an opportunity to snoop around. The inside of
the truck was pitch black, but she could gather clues
with her hands. Samantha patted around the small compact space
until her fingers brushed up against something. After some careful examination,

(07:23):
she was sure it was a Duffel bag. Must have
loaded it in the trunk with her. There were three
small pockets along the side of it, so she extended
her investigation to them first. With any luck, she'd find
something useful. The stabbier the better, but even a bag
of trail mix would be a godsend. The first pocket
was empty, but in the second she found a Zippo lighter.

(07:46):
She flicked it on, illuminating the trunk in a dim
orange glow. At least she could see again, and now
her eyes confirmed what she'd suspected all along. It was
just her and the bag in the trunk. If it
didn't contain anything that could help her, she was back
to square one. The third pocket was a disappointment. The

(08:06):
only thing it yielded was a fast food coupon, which,
considering her grumbling stomach, felt like a slap in the face.
That left the main compartment. She hoped she'd save the
best for last. It had the most space, so it
made sense that's where she'd find the Kilbilly's spare murder weapon.
A machete of her own. Wouldn't exactly even the playing

(08:27):
field with someone his size. At least it wouldn't make
her feel so helpless. Samantha unzipped the bag and pulled
open the flat. She gaped into it, eyes wide, mind
in disbelief. As the horrible sight began to come into
focus for her, a scream nearly burst from her mouth.

(08:48):
She managed to swallow it back down and felt her
head start to spin. She was staring at a simmering
stew of body parts, hands and ears and toes that
the kill Billy had collected from her friends and kept
as souvenirs. There were pieces of everyone who had been

(09:09):
with her in the bag, and sitting on top of
it all, gazing back at her through two empty black voids,
was the same human face that the kill Billy had
been wearing as a mask. Samantha pushed the bag aside.
So this was what her future would hold. As soon

(09:29):
as the car got where it was going, she'd no
doubt be diced up and added to the psychopath's collection.
She started to cry, if only she'd run away earlier.
While the Killbilly was distracted. If only she hadn't been
such a pussy. Her eyes started around me inside of
the trunk, she could have scorned. She heard a voice.

(09:51):
You're kind of a pussy, you know that? Who said that?
Samantha hissed. She kept her voice to a whisper, but
there was a illness in it that she couldn't hold back.
The bag dummy, There was no way that she could
have heard that correctly. She was all alone in this trunk,
she was sure of it. Carefully, she crawled forward and

(10:13):
peered back into the bag. Nothing had changed since her
last glance. Every hacked up limb was still where it
was before. A face still sat in its original position,
splayed out like a pale jellyfish. It washed up atop
a pile of human garbage. Hey, Samantha, it said, fancy

(10:35):
meeting you here. Panic swept over her. Her breath quickened,
her heart drummed so hard against her chest she thought
it might break her sternum. The face's features remained static,
its lips didn't move, and yet she knew it was
the source of the voice. Even stranger, she thought she
recognized it. She leaned closer into the bag, and studied

(10:57):
the face for the first time that night, then gasped
she knew who it belonged to, Barry. She squeaked, good
to see he still recognize me, said the face. I
know I'm not looking my best and all the chaos.
She'd completely forgotten about. Trevor's roommate, Barry, had come up

(11:20):
to the cabin with him this weekend. Samantha hadn't spoken
much to him because he seemed like kind of a dick,
but at least he brought weed and booze. Barry wandered
off earlier that evening when the group was sitting around
the campfire, and she hadn't heard of him since. A
couple hours after that was when the Killbilly began his rampage.

(11:41):
I think I'm going crazy, Samantha mumbled. I think you're right,
replied Barry's face. The car took a sharp turn and
she was thrown suddenly to her side. For a second,
she had forgotten about where she was. She remembered now,
and there was an odd comfort in knowing that she
was trapped in a psychopath's trunk. It grounded her in
a way, being held hostage by a serial killer that

(12:02):
was real. Having a conversation with the dead guy's face
was not. Then Barry's voice resumed, and her world flipped
upside down again. Says, we have some time to kill
I figured you and me could have a little chat.
This isn't happening, uttered Samantha. She hugged herself and started rocking. Hey,

(12:23):
knock off the am I going crazy stuff? The answer
is yes, you've lost your goddamn mind. Now can we
move past it? Samantha wiped some snot from her nose.
I'm sorry, she sniffled. She tried to reject more confidence,
but her voice cracked when she asked the next question,
what happened to you? I walked in the woods to
smoke a joint when Devon started playing Wonderwall and his guitar.

(12:46):
I'm sorry. I know he's your boyfriend. Uh there was
your boyfriend, but he's got a voice like a feral
cat in heat. Memories of Devin fluttered her mind. She
couldn't believe she'd never see him again. Well he's done now,
she said. I don't know if you're coming on to me,
said Barry's face. But if you are, I think I

(13:06):
saw my dick in the bag. Earlier, chuck under Bella's foot.
Excuse me, don't worry about it anyway. I ran into
the Killbilly when I was token up, and I guess
you did near my screams over Devon's crappy singing. After
I died, the freak made a mask out of my face.
It's weird, right, Weird was the appropriate word. Being nearly

(13:27):
murdered by a psychopath who collects human body parts was weird.
Talking to the severed face of her friend's dead roommate
was cuckoo bananas. Samantha took a deep breath, then leaned
over the bag. Why did you call me a pussy earlier?
She asked. Barry's mouth did not turn up into a smile,

(13:48):
but a giggle trickled from his lips. Nonetheless, I mean
you could have gotten away Kill Billy, thought you were dead,
but just lay there. I was scared, and you're still scared.
But now you're in a serial killer's trunk. How'd that
work out for you? Once again, she was ashamed. It

(14:10):
was bad enough when she was the only person who
knew she was a coward, but being called out by
this asshole added a new level to her self. Loathing.
The car slowed to a stop. That meant the joy
ride was coming to an end. She wasn't ready to
see the Killbilly again. Samantha began to hyperventilate. Relax, said

(14:30):
Barry's face. You hear that. There was a new voice.
This one was tinny and muffled. It echoed from outside
the car. Welcome to Poppies. Would you like to add
a peanut butter poppy pie to your order for a dollar?
Was someone else there? She wasn't sure what was real
and what wasn't anymore. Almost on cue, Barry's face answered

(14:53):
the question, you're not hallucinating that one, Samantha. I think
we're at a fast food drive through. No, thank you,
I'm trying to watch my weight, laughed another voice. This
one was more clear. She could tell it was coming
from inside the car. I'll have a double daddy beefy
patty with cheese, hold the pickles. It was him, the Killbilly.

(15:16):
It had to be. The entire time he'd been hunting
her and her friends. She had only heard him let
out a few inhuman moans. For all she knew, the
guy had a vocabulary of a tree stop and now
he was ordering a cheeseburger in perfect English. His voice
was deep, but he spoke with a casual smoothness. So
that's one double daddy beefy patty, no pickles, asked the

(15:37):
person over the intercom. With cheese, added the killbilly. There
was a sigh, a brief pause, and then all right,
pull up to the next window. She could smell the food.
Now it savey scent penetrated the trunk and twisted her
gut into knots. She could almost taste its greasy goodness. Damn,

(16:01):
that smells delicious, said Barry's face. I might still be
a little high because I think I have the munchies.
You are not helping, Samantha said. If you're hungry, there's
plenty of protein in the bag here with me. I'm
not a cannibal. Give it time. Barry's face laughed. Why
are you bothering me, asked Samantha. Believe it or not,

(16:21):
I want to help you. Samantha contemplated this. She'd been
wishing someone would come help her. She just hoped that
it would be someone with arms and legs, maybe a
Torso you're just a face, she said, what can you do? Okay,
I'm going to blame that insensitive comment on the trauma

(16:43):
you've sustained this evening, huffed Barry's face. The truth is
I can't do much physically, but maybe I can convince
you to do something like fight, Samantha scoffed, fight. Do
you see what happened to everyone else that tried that?
The car drove up to the window, but she could
hear the killbilly talking again. Oh, I have a coupon

(17:05):
in my trunk, he said, you have to pull into
a parking space, replied the cashier. We can't permit you
to exit your vehicle in the drive through. Really, whine
the killbilly. That's a silly rule. I'm the only one
to hear. I'll be real quick, sir, it's a safety precaution,
snapped the cashier. There was a tone in the woman's
voice that she wasn't taking anyone's shit tonight. I'm gonna

(17:26):
have to ask you to please pull into a parking
spot if you would like to exit your vehicle. The
two sat in silence for a moment, and Samantha could
feel the tension in the air. The next thing she
was expecting to hear was the cashier begging for her life,
but to her surprise, it was the Killbilly's voice that
broke to the quiet. I'll be right back, he said.

(17:50):
The car pulled out of the drive through and began
to circle the parking lot. Okay, said Barry's face. This
looks like your chance, My chance at what? Asked Samantha,
having my tits hupped off and tossed in that duffel bag.
Barry's face ignored her quip. Kill Billy still thinks you're dead,
and he's about to open the trunk. When he does that,

(18:11):
punch him in his big, ugly face. Start running. You
won't know what hit him. Punch him? What would that do?
Said Samantha. He makes Andre the Giant look like Danny DeVito.
She closed her eyes. When the car stopped, they went
back to playing a corpse, but kill Billy was mumbling
to himself. Don't kill him, don't kill him. They're only
doing their job. She heard the door open, followed by

(18:35):
his heavy plodding footsteps as he made his way towards
the back of the car. Here he comes, said Barry's face.
You know what to do. The trunk opened. Her eyes
stayed shut, but she knew the kill Billy was standing
over her. He plays something beside her body Discreetly. She
reached out with her fingers to feel what it was.

(18:55):
Didn't take long before she realized she was in arm's
reach of the machete. The Killbilly was too busy fishing
through was bag to notice and pockets. Did I put
that coupon in? He grumbled. Now would be her chance.
All she had to do was grab the thing and
swing it at the Killbilly while his attention was elsewhere.
Even if she didn't put him down, the surprise would

(19:18):
be enough to get enough space between them to slip away.
But what has she missed? What if he grabbed it
from her, just like when Bella came at him with
the marshmallouscure. What if her stupid ass dropped the thing?
The element of surprise was all she had going for
and she screwed up. He'll be gone for good, ah,

(19:38):
cried the Killbilly. He retrieved the coupon and was holding
it over his head triumphantly. After dancing a quick celebratory jig,
he stuffed it in his pockets, then leaned over her
and snatched the machete from the trunk. The lad shut
Samantha flicked the lighter back on and washed away the shadows.
What the hell, cried Barry's face. The machete was right there.

(20:00):
Why didn't you do something? I was afraid? She sobbed,
and you wondered why I called you a pussy earlier.
The car made its way back to the window again,
and the killbilly presented the cashier with his coupon. This
has expired, sir, said the woman with the cash register.
What gasped the killbilly. Let me see that? Oh for

(20:20):
crying out loud, The thirteenth was like an hour ago.
Can't you give me the discount? Anyway? The cashier was
clearly over this whole exchange. The system won't let me
put in an expired coupon, Killbilly replied with a frustrated grunt,
then handed over his money. A few seconds passed and
the woman returned to the window with his food. Excuse me,

(20:42):
said the killbilly, This order isn't correct. I asked for
a double Daddy beefy patty with cheese. There's no cheese
on this some Antha could practically hear the cashier roll
her eyes before responding please pull into the parking spot
while we correct your order. We'll bring it out to
your car. Can't you just bring it to me here,
asked the kill billy. It's one in the morning. There's

(21:04):
no one else in the drive through. A horn blared.
Samantha's ears started ringing and had come from a car
that had crept up behind them. Its front bumper was
just inches away from the trunk. I move it us, all,
shouted the driver. Here's your thumb out of your ass.
Pulled forward, sir, said the cashier to the kill billy.

(21:25):
She was now speaking with the same sternness a mother
might use when scolding a child. I'm not going to
tell you again. Please pull into a parking space. We'll
bring you out your order. The car scutted up and
circled the lot again, then parked in a spot. Don't
kill him, don't kill him, the killbilly muttered to himself.
It's a lad shift that probably understaff. Don't kill him

(21:49):
for a homicidal maniac. This guy has a surprising amount
of restraint, said Barry's face. I don't think he'll show
me the same courtesy, replied Samantha. That's why you gotta
get off your ass and do something. She didn't respond,
do something that was easy for him to say. He
was already dead. There was a knock on the window,

(22:09):
and the Killbilly let out of a surprised yelp. That
was fast, he said, Oh hey, uh can I help you? Hey?
You got any money, said a homeless man who had
approached the car. No, sorry, said the killbilly. I don't
carry cash. Let's say this is a nice whip. The
homeless man purred. She got a sexy body, lion us.

(22:32):
Get the hell out of here. He was the cash
here again. Her voice grew as she rushed across the
parking lot. I swear I wasn't trying to fuck the
car this time, the homeless man cried. Samantha heard the
patter of his feet as he ran off. When the
cashier reached the car, she handed the Killbilly's order through
the window. Yell out, now, said Barry's face. Scream bloody
murder before that employee walks away. She couldn't scream. All

(22:55):
she could do was think of what would happen if
the killbilly heard her. Nightmarson played through her head like
a movie on an old projector images of him peeling
out of the lot, dragging her from the car, hacking
her to bits poured through her consciousness. Excuse me, said
the kill Billy. The order is wrong again. The employee sighed,

(23:16):
you said double daddy beefy patty with cheese. That's what
you got. The kill Billy was irritated. Now I said
double daddy beefy patty with cheese. Hold the pickles. He
really drew out the last part to emphasize it. This
has pickles on it. Hit the receipt. Can't you just
take them off, asked the cashier. No, I can't just

(23:37):
take them off, groaned the Killbilly. I hate pickles. Their
flavor dominates the burger. Even if I remove them now,
their juice has already seeped into the bun and it'll
it'll be all I can taste. Please, can you just
make me what I ordered? He handed her back the bag.
Samantha shir didn't mind pickles. Hell what she wouldn't do

(23:58):
to say, just one sliced sweet pick at her tongue
right now. Her stomach growled so loud she was surprised.
To kill Billy couldn't hear her from the driver's seat,
considering cannibalism, yet asked Barry's face. I'm not eating my friends.
She hissed, So you do stand for something, said Barry's face.
What are you trying to get at? I'm saying, maybe

(24:20):
you're not as big of a pushover as you think.
You'll stand up for your dead friends. Why won't you
stand up for yourself. It's not that I don't want
to it, It's just that I'm scared scared of what.
Samantha wiped tears from her eyes, that I'll fuck up.

(24:41):
Seems to me you're more afraid of failing you are dying.
She tilted her head. I get it, continued Barry's face.
The world's a dark, scary places like this trunk. It's
easy to sit back wish that someone else would come along.
It's solve your problems for you. But that isn't always

(25:02):
the case. Sometimes you need to fight for yourself because
no one else will, and who cares if you fuck up?
Still better than not trying at all. She thought about
what he said. It made more sense than anything else
that had been going through her head that night. Something

(25:26):
sparked inside her, a small flame, no bigger than the
one coming out of the top of her Zippo lighter.
But the more she considered Barry's words, the bigger that
fire grew. The cashier had returned to the car. Sorry
about that, she said, as she handed the killbilly's food.
Thank you for choosing poppies. Have a dippy do dead day.

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She walked off. The killbilly mumbled something incoherent to himself
as he unwrapped his burger. The car went silent for
a moment, then Samantha heard him shout ross. The car
door opened and out stomped the killbilly. I'm gonna kill him.
I'm gonna kill him all he snarled. He's coming back
to the trunk, said Barry's face. What are you gonna do?

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She didn't reply, but she knew the answer. The fire
was spreading rapidly. Its flame consumed her, and now she
burned with a desire to face her monster. She wasn't
afraid of failure anymore. As far as she was concerned.
The next time that trunk closed, she'd either be alive
and outside of it, or dead for real. There would
be no more feeling sorry for herself, no more hoping

(26:35):
to be rescued. She was going to fight, and if
she went down, then hell, at least she'd go down swinging.
Samantha closed her eyes and laid back down, just as
the killbilly popped the trunk. Where's my mask, he said
to himself. She opened one eye and snuck a peek.
He was holding onto the machete. This time, of course,
he was handing it to her. Would have been too easy.

(26:57):
That didn't matter, though, not anymore. She took a quick breath,
steady herself, let out a primal scream, then sprang up
and swiped the blade. The killbilly squealed and tried to
twist away, but stumbled, and that was all she needed.
It gave her the chance to yank the weapon from
his grip. She spun its handle in her hand, then
lunged forward with both arms, leading with the blade. Her

(27:17):
eyes must have been closed when it struck him, because
when she opened them again, she was face to face
with a killbilly for the first time since the cabin.
The only difference was now his eyes were full of fear.
It was strange seeing his real face. I was sure

(27:41):
he was still big, but now he just looked like
a guy. She wondered why she had ever been so
frightened of him. The machete was buried halfway into his throat.
He gasped and gurgled as blood seeped from the corner
of his mouth. With one hand, he grabbed the blade,
trying to prevent it from digging any deeper into his neck.

(28:01):
With the other, he was still holding the bag containing
his order. Samantha stood up to get more leverage. She
wasn't going to be denied. With all the force Shi
could muster, she shoved them a shehedy forward, pushing the
blade out the other side of the Killbilly's neck. Blood
began to gush from his throat, running down his chest.
His massive body toppled backwards, and when his head hit

(28:24):
the pavement, it rolled away from the rest of his neck.
She stood over the man she just decapitated, swept dripping
from her brow, the cold air licking at her skin.
I couldn't have done this without you, Berry, she said.
Barry's face laughed. Didn't we go over this before? I'm

(28:46):
not real You're nuts. He did this all on your own. Samantha.
A mix of emotions swirled inside her. Sorrow, anger, pride, rage, relief,
and perhaps most of all, an intense, gnawing hunger. She

(29:09):
bent down and tore the bag from the killbilly's fingers,
then unwrapped the burger. A double daddy beefy patty was
precisely with the doctor. Order pickles or no pickles, she
didn't care, as long as she could sample its heavenly flavor.
It's a roma was otherworldly. Smelling it this close sent
shivers through her body. She couldn't stand it anymore. She

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needed a bite. Samantha opened her jaw and sunk her
teeth into the juicy burger. The sweet meat nearly melted
in her mouth and made her taste buds dance with euphoria.
It was ecstasy, It was bliss. It was as if
the burger's processed ingredients were having an orgy inside her mouth.
Then she caught a different flavor, something that wasn't right,

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something she couldn't quite put her finger on. There wasn't
Poppy's secret sauce. It was saltier and slimier than that.
She lifted the bun, gawked stupidly at the patty, then
felt the beef she had just swallowed rise up in
her throat. Are you kidding me? She screamed. The door chimed,

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how can the poppy is? Said the cashier of the register.
Would you like to add a peanut butter poppy piety
your order for a dot? A head thumped down on
the counter. The cashier gaped at it. She realized immediately
it belonged to the man whose food she just brought out.
I think you got my order wrong, Samantha said. I
asked for a double Daddy beefy patty with cheese, no pickles.

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She pulled Barry's face out of the duffel bag, fastened
it on top of her own, then raised the machete
over her head. As she jumped across the counter, she
could hear his voice cry out again, and this time,
hold the fucking loogie heither, kids. It's me, mister creep Pasta,

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