After a few minutes, Mark and Jess pulled him away from her body.
“We need to get out of here,” Jess said again.
“But…”
She pressed a hand to his cheek. “I know. She was my best friend.” A tear trailed down Jess’s face. “But we can’t stay here and wait for the same thing to happen to us. Take us home, Billy.”
Together they rose, and started towards the path. They had only gone a couple steps when Mark turned back and simply said, “hang on” before running back to the hut.
He disappeared through the door as Billy and Jess waited. When he came back out, he was carrying a canister of pesticide.
“I want my shit back,” he explained when he rejoined them.
* * *
The beach was empty when they reached it. The tents were not covered with spiders, but instead stood like lonely sentinels of abandonment.
“Break ‘em down,” Billy said, and didn’t hesitate to go to work on the one he’d set up for himself and Casey. Their
Ha. His stomach contracted with the thought. So much for playing the hero. His expedition had killed the best thing in his life. Like the poison of his past come back to bite when he tried to use it for good...
Billy and Mark stowed the tents back on the boat and then came back to pick up the last things.
“We can’t leave her here,” Jess whispered.
Billy shook his head in agreement. “We won’t,” he said.
He turned to Mark. “Help me?”
They walked back to the hut in silence, and barely said a word as they found pieces of her arms and legs that still had skin to grasp as they picked up Casey’s body to carry it back to the boat.
For the first time in his life, Billy looked at the remaining flesh of her breasts and belly and below and saw nothing left of Casey’s body that could get him hard. Instead, he wanted to get sick.
But he forced himself to simply walk.
After they laid Casey’s corpse on the deck of the boat, they returned to the site of the tents to gather up the last stakes and bags and debris.
“So much for paradise,” Mark mumbled. His throat was so thick it felt difficult to breathe.
“Yeah,” Billy agreed.
That was when the buzzing started.
The sky suddenly clouded with the violet of flies, and Jess screamed.
“Not again,” she moaned, collapsing in a heap of limbs to the ground. “I can’t stand it.”
“Than get up,” Mark demanded, and grabbed her arm.
But the horde was already upon them. The air swarmed with thousands of the purplish creatures. They needed to feed. And they descended.
“Fuck!” Billy screamed, as he began swatting the flies right and left. “Let’s get to the boat,” he said, and began to run. But in seconds, he stumbled, and fell hard to the beach, a cloud of purple flies following him.
Jess screamed, and pulled away from Mark, swatting spastically at the air and at her own skin, as she fought to deflect the flies. But it seemed like the more she twisted and slapped and vaulted around, the more buzzing creatures descended from the sky to touch her. To bite her. To eat her…
“Wait a minute,” Mark promised, as he witnessed his two friends collapse to the sand under a swarm of purple.
He ran to where the tents had been, and grabbed the canister that he had brought from the hut. When he got back, he could barely make out the writhing body of Jess beneath the shifting mass of black and violet flies that covered her, thousands of them fighting for sustenance.
Mark didn’t think twice before opening the nozzle of the pesticide on the bugs.
The creatures stiffened and fell from Jess’s body as he sprayed them, until he could see her skin again through the gaps they left behind.
Nearby, Billy fought his way back up from the ground, swatting and twisting until the purple cloud writhed in the air around him but did not settle.
Jess vaulted to her own feet as the flies fell to the ground, instantly killed by the poison of the spray. Her skin already welted with a hundred poison bites, but she smiled and held out her arms to Mark in thanks.
“Oh my god,” she said. “Thank you.”
But then her mouth changed from happy to pain. And Mark witnessed the pale surface of her skin change from tan to crimson.
“Mark?” she said, her voice rising strangely.
Her skin melted as the flesh beneath brought itself to the fore, hemorrhaging its life onto the sand in a broken stream that didn’t stop. Jess screamed as her body seemed to dissolve, and then she collapsed in a lifeless heap to the sand at her boyfriend’s feet. While some of the top half of her remained recognizable, the other half dissolved from the bones in a slurry of blood, until her legbones lay bare on the sand as if they’d been bleached by a hundred summer days of sun.
All told, her death took less than 3 minutes.
“What the hell?” Billy gasped, struggling to come closer while still swatting and twisting to break through the wall of flies that engulfed him.
But when Mark turned the nozzle of the spray gun at him, Billy knew better.
He punched his friend and the spray of the gun let loose nearby, but not on, Billy.
“Did you not see what that just did?” Billy demanded and pointed at the jelly remains of Jess, which were dissolving into the sand as they spoke. “You’re not spraying me with that shit.” As he said it, flies poured over his lips and into his mouth, and Billy coughed so hard he almost puked.
Mark simply looked dazed, as he held the nozzle of the pesticide sprayer. He shifted the nozzle from pointing at Jess’s body to aim at Billy.
Meanwhile, Billy shook his arms and legs like a madman, and then screamed a howl of rage as he suddenly ran away from his friend and towards the ocean. He dove into the cool green water and almost breathed in the ocean with relief as he felt the horde of flies leave his skin. The sting of their bites made him want to jump out of his skin.
Billy swam for a minute beneath the ocean, reveling in the feeling of having his skin freed; he rubbed his hands against his chest and thighs, ensuring that he no longer carried any unwanted passengers, before he rose out of the water and walked again towards the beach.
The swarm didn’t wait before they attacked again. The cloud converged on Mark, who stood on the beach watching the water for Billy to resurface. And then suddenly Mark dropped the cylinder and began to swat madly at his neck and sides and back. And then he began to yell and dance, twisting across the beach as the bites grew more intense. The cloud of flies surrounded him until there wasn’t a remnant of humanity still visible. Mark became a shimmery hoard of insects, pulsing and moving in a shape that sort of approximated human.
“Help me,” he cried, as Billy came running from the water.
“Help me,” Mark cried again, and Billy reached him and began to swat at the angry flies that shimmered with violet hunger but didn’t leave Mark’s body. The more he tried to swat the flies off Mark, the more they began to gather around and attack him again.
“Get up,” Billy urged, but his friend only moaned, and somewhere beneath the flies, he moaned a vague, “I can’t.”
Billy stepped back and looked at the solid mass of flies that moved with insect energy around a six-foot space on the sand. He thought “space” because there was no indication that his friend lived there, beneath the flies.
“Mark?” he called out.
From deep beneath the bugs, he heard the faintest, horrible plea. “Get them off,” Mark begged, his voice gagging with the bites of insects streaming into his mouth.
Billy bent and began to swat at the bugs that covered his friend… but as he did, and the flies broke above him to swarm around his head, he looked at his hands.
Where they’d touched the legs of his friend, they’d come back wet with blood. Mark’s blood.
Billy stepped back from the swarm and reached out to pick up the pesticide canister.
