2 comments/ 20841 views/ 6 favorites To Wake The Dead By: Morbid_Saint [This story is a work of fiction. All similarities are coincidental. Anyone under 18, please do not read further. Otherwise, enjoy.] (C) Copyright 2008 M Saint * "Hurry, open the door!" Cried Gina. Her hands cupping herself as if it may help her to not gush urine all down her long legs. Gina stood at 6'1", her hair black, eyes brown. Thin, but a nice build. Her black skirt blew lightly in the wind. "Okay, it's open," Replied Brett. His shorter and stocky frame of 5'11" stood at the door. His hair in a mo-hawk, green, eyes bluish gray. Gina made a dash for the restroom. The house was pitch black, and ominously quiet. Not that it was out of the norm for any empty house to be so, but it felt much different. Neither one paid much attention. Over the course of several hours, they both have shared numerous drinks which included beer, several shots of tequila, bourbon, rum, and mixed drinks all night long. It was a dark night, and the full moon glow shined down on the earth leaving a bluish light out of the shadows. Before Brett took a step inside the front door, he glanced across the street towards a darkened side of a neighbors house. From where he stood, he thought he could see a silhouette of someone facing him. He dismissed it as just a trick of the dark, and walked inside shutting the heavy door behind him. Gina finished up in the restroom, and pulled up her panties before facing the mirror. Her makeup ran a bit, but otherwise didn't lose its perfection. The wind picked up outside, and the trees blew with each strong gust. The sounds of scratching began outside, but Gina figured it was the branches scratching the side of the house. The bathroom door opened slightly, and there was a long pause. "Brett? Is that you?" She called out. Gina stood in place and waited for a reply. A few seconds passed, and Brett opened the door wide and began to sing and air guitar to a random punk tune. "You fucking asshole!" She screamed at him, and shoved him out of the way as she headed for the bedroom. "I'm sorry," he called out after her pacing slowly behind her. Brett walked in behind Gina and closed the bedroom door behind them. Gina jumped onto the bed and unbuttoned her top. "How sorry are you?" She whispered seductively. "Oh, I'm so so sorry," He muttered almost stuttering. "Will you show me just how sorry you are?" "Oh yes." "Strip for me." Brett paused, then in an awful attempt at dancing, he was stopped by Gina, as she pushed him back on the bed, and inched her way down to his shorts opening the belt. He moaned slightly. As Gina fully opened his shorts she pulled them down to his ankles and stared at his half hard erection. She brought her mouth down to it and breathed heavily on it with hot breath. He moaned some more. "You like that?" she cooed. She unbuttoned her top all the way and dropped it to the floor. She slid her fingers into each side of her panties and inched them down off her hips until they were completely off of her body. "Do you want my pussy?" Brett was left speechless at the site of her fully nude body pressing against him setting his dick off into a rock hard pulsing frenzy. Precum oozed a drop from the head and Gina took the tip of her tongue and licked it off making Brett's cock twitch in anticipation. "Did you like that?" She asked Brett, and paused to hear what he would say. He didn't speak, but only smiled heavily and closed his eyes. She opened her mouth wide and took in his cock moving her tongue around as she sucked him off. She kept a steady rhythm, and sucked his head while she cupped and massaged his balls. "Oh yeah. Suck me hard." Gina relaxed her jaw and opened her throat deep to receive the whole shaft as she deep throated his dick and pumped it hard as she blew him well and jerked him off waiting for him to explode in her mouth. She continued wildly and sucked more and more moving her tongue and mouth up and down and around, until he squeezed the sheets tight and released a hot thick load into her gaping mouth. It shot hard and she almost gagged on it, but took it in and swallowed every last drop. "Delicious," she said licking her lips. "Now eat my pussy you dirty bastard," She commanded. Brett rolled her over and relaxed in between her thighs. Spreading her lips, he wiggled his tongue and pushed deep into her hole licking up her juices. She ran her fingers through his hair, mashing his face into her wet cunt. Her other hand fingered her clitoris, and she came hard. Brett licked her clean and continued sucking her pussy. He stuck a few fingers in her and massaged her pussy while his tongue rotated, wiggled, and pressed deep into her. She screamed loud as she received several orgasms back to back. "Suck my pussy. Suck me you fucking bastard." Her last orgasm forced its way out so hard, she arched her back, dug her finger nails into Brett, and squeezed her thighs to almost cut off his circulation. "Oh God, I can go for a joint," she said as she breathed heavily trying to catch her breath. "Yeah, sounds like a plan," Brett responded regaining composure. He reached for his box. As he opened it, he pulled out a small bag filled with a few large nuggets and some good shake. "Oh fuck, no papers." "You got a bowl?" She suggested. "Hell yeah I do." He answered. He reached for it, pulled it out and filled the bowl with shake. "Light it up," she said licking her lips both from anticipation and the taste of cum lingering sweetly on her lips. Brett lit up the bowl and inhaled deeply filling his mouth with pot. He held it, then released feeling ready to choke, but did his best not to. Gina grabbed it from him, and clicked the lighter making sure it was still lit. Brett grabbed his dick and jerked himself hard again. While Gina took slow hits from the pipe, he leaned over laying her back and pushed his cock in deep. She hardly flinched as he pumped her slow but steadily. She continued to take slow hits. "Oh shit," she muttered. "Time for a refill." Brett didn't pay attention to her. He fucked her wet sticky cunt harder and harder. She reached in the box, and grabbed the bag of shake. She took it and filled up the bowl. It filled to the top. She lit up again and took constant, but slow hits. Brett sucked on her nipples and licked on her neck as his dick slipped inside and out making her pussy more wet and hot. Every dirty word he could think of escaped his mouth as he flipped her over, grabbed her hips and shoved himself deep into her hole from behind her. She moaned louder and louder now as he plowed, pulled her hair and screamed at her fucking her and pushing every inch of himself inside her. Gina took another hit, as she did her best to keep herself held up. "Cum in me. Cum deep in my pussy." She planted her head into the pillow, then leaned up to take another hit. Brett pounded hard into her, let out a loud scream and shot a thick, powerful load into her sloppy dripping cunt-hole. He stayed inside her, and Gina giggled a bit. "Good for you?" She asked, then took another hit emptying the bowl completely. "I'm so fucking blown." They both lay back and passed out next to each other naked. Gina's hand rest wrapped around Brett's cock and occasionally she would jerk it for a slight second. Then, it became completely quiet again. Outside the house, the scratching returned. Moans of a darker kind were present as well. Brett kissed Gina's forehead, then got up to go to the restroom. He entered the bathroom, and stood over the toilet to take a piss. He heard a noise outside the house, but thought, "Neh," and continued. After he finished he stopped to look at himself in the mirror. He flexed his chest, and out of the corner of his eye, a shadow moved past the window. Naked, and fearless, he headed for the back-door and opened it, ready to let whoever it was have a piece of his fist. Nobody was there. As he began to turn around to head back inside, he was attacked sending him backwards onto the ground staring into the deep hollowed eyes of the dead. He tried to scream, but the creature thrust Brett's head into the ground and bit into his throat. Blood began to gush, and he twitched and tried to add pressure to his wound. It was too deep to keep in control. Moans began to sound in the background. Brett lay on the ground unable to move, and as he took his last breath, his grip let go of his killer. Two more zombies came out of the darkness to feast on his flesh. His bloody, naked body ripped apart and plated on the cold earth strung about as a feast for the dead. His eyes lost. Gina opened her eyes and moved her hand to touch Brett and cuddle next to him. He wasn't there, so Gina got up to check on him. Her head spinning, and her body shivering. She grabbed a robe, and put it on. Her cold nipples poking at the robe tenting it a little. She moved toward the restroom, and seen he wasn't in there. Moving towards the kitchen, the lights remained out. The back door slightly ajar added concern, and she walked slowly towards it opening it up and looking around outside to see what was going on. She looked down around the ground. There was nothing. Not Brett's body was no longer there. She looked up as she heard a noise coming from behind the garage. "Brett? Do you need some help?" She asked calling for him. As she called his name again, Brett's head dropped to the ground, exposing it's bloody skin and flesh. Gina screamed and turned to reenter the back door, but a moaning dark figure neared her preventing her from going back. She ran around the house, and down the block screaming for help. Screams were faintly heard in the background, and figures in the darkness looked on towards her. As she ran further down the street. she tripped and fell to the ground banging the side of her head. Gina was knocked out. ---------------------------Waking Up--------------------------- Gina woke up to gunshots. She lay on a couch as a woman, along with her little girl looked over her to make sure she was alright. Looking around, she noticed the house was dimly lit, the windows and door boarded up tight and a boy, maybe 16 or so, enter the room. His rifle propped on his shoulder, and a pistol held in the front of his pants. "Are you okay?" He asked Gina. "I think so." She answered, rubbing her head. "My name is Jason." He introduced himself. "I'm Betty." The woman said. "This here is my step-daughter, Natalie." She continued. "Hey." Gina said. "How are you?" She tried reaching for the girls hand. Natalie held tighter to her step-mother. "She's just scared. We're all scared. I don't know what's happening." Betty spoke, beginning to cry. "We'll be fine." Jason assured. The other three were too frightened to believe it. Screams and groans were growing louder outside, and Jason held his rifle as he walked towards the front. He opened a small hole in the front of the house, and poked his rifle out taking a shot at something as screams were heard. Another blast, then silence. Another shot, and a loud pop was heard as it hit its target. "Blew its fucking head right off!" Jason yelled in victory. Natalie held onto Betty even tighter. Jason spit to the floor, and closed the hole. He set the gun next to the wall, and walked towards Gina. "So, how about a little kiss for your savior?" he asked, staring sharply into her eyes. "What?" She returned, in a serious tone. "I am your rescuer, and I think I deserve something in return." He said, cracking his knuckles. "Or I could throw you right back out there." "You got to be kidding me?" She said nervously. Jason grabbed her by her robe opening it up revealing her tall naked frame. Gina smacked him in the face and he threw her onto the floor. "I guess it's out to the wolves, love!" He hissed, grabbing her around the throat. Natalie screamed and Jason went to backhand her. He almost made contact when Gina screamed, "Okay! I'll do it. Okay." Jason grabbed her again and drug her into the next room. He stood her up and pressed hard into her taking her robe completely off. He grabbed the pistol, and pointed it towards her head as he unfastened his belt, and dropped his pants. Gina grabbed hold of his penis and jerked him off. He moaned a little and stared into her eyes. "Want me to blow you?" she said sounding horny, convincing Jason. "No. No, I don't want you biting it off." He answered. He was about to stick it inside her, when a scream outside turned his head around. Gina kneed him in the groin sending him down hard to the floor. "Fuck!" he screamed out. Gina ran towards the back of the house, unlocked and opened the door for escape. Jason recollected himself and ran towards the back. Seeing the door was open, he walked out looking fast and hard in all directions. As he stood there holding his pistol out to shoot on sight, the door behind him slammed shut. The sounds of locks were heard. Jason ran towards the door, and banged on it. On the other side of the door Gina stood and backed away before turning around towards the front room. She watched Natalie cry and squeeze Betty harder, too frightened to look up. Gunshots were heard blasting away out the back, and screams rang as Jason became victim to the ravenous flesh eating creatures. Holding herself to cover her nudity, Gina asked, "Do you live here?" "No. We ran here trying to find shelter." Betty said scared, but calming herself. Gina looked around. "I don't know if this was his house either. This place doesn't look right for him. It's a family home, and I haven't seen any pictures with his face on them." Betty said, as she thought more. "Stay here. I'm going to check upstairs." Gina told Betty. She headed towards the stairs and slowly walked up them keeping her eye on everything, and anything. A light glowed from underneath a door. Gina walked towards it, and opened it up. Slowly the door creaked open and in the center of the room, a corpse lay tied to the bed. "Grotesque." Gina thought. The body of a woman, maybe early twenties lay decaying, mouth hanging open and eyes rolled back into her skull. There were no clothes left to cover the body. Gina pulled the sheet that almost hung completely off the bed over her, covering her dead frame in respect. As Gina turned towards the closet to search for clothing to cover her own body, a thud was heard from just inside it. Scratching and groans began. Gina turned around towards the door. As she walked through, she shut the door. She walked down the stairs to meet once again Betty and Natalie. Betty asked, "Everything okay? Did you find any clothes?" "Dumb question." Gina thought. "No. Can I have your shirt?" She asked, extending her hand. Betty sat up, as Natalie let go her grip around her waist, and pulled her shirt from over her head. Her breast filling her large bra. Betty's body wasn't large, but fit. Her breast were just big enough for her body to hold. Gina grabbed hold of the shirt and put it on. It slid down her body and felt soft to her skin. The length just reached the middle of her hips and didn't cover much of her vagina. Even though it didn't, Gina thanked her. "You're welcome." Betty answered. "We have to go." Gina proposed. "We have to get out of here and go somewhere a little more safe." "Okay." Betty acknowledged. "I'm scared." Natalie whispered to Betty. "It's gonna be alright." Betty said, assuring her that she'd be taken care of. "Okay, I think that the back is the only exit here. Everywhere else seems to be boarded up pretty good." Gina said, as she grabbed a poker by an unusable fireplace. Natalie let go of Betty. "I can be tough." She said. "I believe you can be." Gina answered, filling Natalie with courage. "Okay. Time to go." Gina led the troop towards the back, and as they got to the door, Gina peered through a crack in the boards at the window. No sign of movement. She opened the door slowly, and they hurried out scared, but trying to be brave. They moved out the back, and around the house. Moans were heard in the distance, but not too close. "okay, it all seems clear." Gina called. A zombie stepped out from the shadows, and lunged toward Gina. Natalie screamed. It was Jason. His eyes gray, and face bitten into as blood dripped from an open wound. His arms extended and grabbed at Gina. As Jason's corpse continued to swing and claw at her, Gina swung the iron poker and crushed his skull in, leaving a coagulated spurt of blood dribble slow out the side of his brains. "Oh fuck!" Betty shouted. Natalie's mouth hung open and eyes wide as she witnessed the dark event. Gina took a deep breath and said, "Okay, let's go." The streets were lit up by the streetlights lined down the way. Gina began to run, with her breasts bouncing underneath the shirt given by Betty. Betty's breasts were bouncing hard causing her to breath heavier to catch a breath. Natalie ran with ease, but being younger, had a harder time catching a good breath. "Over there!" Gina pointed. "The car is running." The three ran towards the powered vehicle as Gina peered inside to make sure nobody was present. Surprisingly, no one existed, and the three entered the car as fast as they could. ---------------------------5 Miles Away----------------------------- In an RV, parked in a deserted lot, a couple lay fucking in their bed. "Uh, uh, keep going David." The woman moaned. David held the woman's waist from behind, and penetrated her pussy with his 9 1/2 inch cock. "Harder?" he asked. "Oh God yeah. Fuck me harder!" she moaned. David, being in his early twenties, had stamina, and his cock filled his forty three year old sex partner whole making her shake and cum fast, and cry out in lust for more. "Just like that! More." She cried. "Oh, Mrs. Tabernacle," He moaned. "Miranda! Call me Miranda!" She cried, as David's pulsating cock filled her hole making her cum again dripping down his shaft. Miranda Tabernacle was a woman that lived next door to him for years. After the chaos, David took the chance to finally get her into bed. Miranda wanted the same. Now that her husband was dead, she had her chance, and slipped down to take David's cock into her mouth. She opened her mouth and bobbed up and down, slipping the skin in and out as she tasted the juices she left behind. She loved her taste, and it made her suck harder on him making his body shake. As she continued her blow-job, David wrapped both hands around the back of her head. He pulled on her head as she stroked his cock with her mouth, building pressure in his balls. He moaned louder. "I'm gonna cum." He cried. "Cum in my mouth." Miranda said, continuing to suck him hard. As She kept her lips wrapped around his shaft, tasting the flesh with her tongue, David gripped the back of her neck, and shot streams of cum down her throat. She could hardly contain it all, and some dribbled from the side of her mouth. She popped his cock out of her mouth, still holding it, and licked her lips to collect every ounce of semen he left behind. "Fuck me again, baby." She whispered. David became hard again and plunged his long love stick inside Miranda's super wet hole filling her with joy at each stroke. David pumped her fast and hard taking deep, steady breath's and keeping a good pace. Miranda's body shuddered as she came. As David thrust harder, Miranda came again. "You like it when I fuck your pussy, baby? You like my big hard dick filling you up and making you cum?" He said, talking dirty as he banged her cunt with might. "Yeah, baby. Fill me up. Fill my pussy, baby. Fuck me harder." She begged. David popped his dick out of her waiting hole, and pushed it next to her to tease. She moaned, and he slid it back inside her making the feeling so unbearable she came hard and bit his lower lip with ecstasy. To Wake The Dead Ch. 02 Chapter 02: Natalie's War [This story is a work of fiction. Any similarities are purely coincidental.] [C] Copyright 2008 M Saint ------------------------[ Natalie ]-------------------------- Seven years had passed and Natalie stood in the midst of dust and debris, 18 years of age, and all woman. She stood at 5'11", muscular build on a thin frame, with dark brown hair and hazel eyes. The summer heat felt harsh on her skin as the air filled with smoke. The war between the living and the dead had come, and many survivors kept shelter in underground holds, buildings that were boarded up tight, and even prisons that were kept locked tight. Zombies were still weak, but grew desperate as their need to feed became more aggressive. Gina had long since died. An attack on her and Natalie on the outskirts of Ohio left Gina in a state of shock. Her throat had been ripped out, and her left hand ripped clean off. Gina died in Natalie's arms, as Natalie was only 15 years of age. As Natalie stood on rubble, and looked around, zombies shuffled towards her, moaning and biting at her. Natalie pulled out her pistol from her belt and took aim for one of their heads. She fired, and it dropped to the ground as its head exploded. As she took aim for another, a zombie jumped at her from the side. It grabbed at her trying to bite her, and rip at her body. It succeeded in tearing half her shirt off, when she stuck the barrel to its forehead and let it pop a round through the zombie brain. Coagulated blood splattered like goo into the air, and the creature dropped to the side. Natalie lifted herself up, and ran for hiding. Natalie made it to a building, and crept inside. All the windows were already boarded up, but some looked unstable. Finding a switch, she flipped it to see if lights would work. Nothing. The place was dim, with some light spots from holes in the roof. Natalie made her way through the place, and saw a flashlight sitting upright on a table. She grabbed it, and flipped the switch. The light shined bright as she pointed it forward in front of her, and again made her way around. Silence everywhere. As Natalie stepped into the center of the warehouse building, she looked up to see several decayed bodies hanging from ropes and cables. They were not moving, and that only assured Natalie more that to become one of them, you need only be bitten by one. The smell of rotting flesh filled the air, and Natalie walked on holding her weapon in front, in case of a surprise attack. Towards the back, the sounds of someone beating on a metal door of some sort. Natalie gripped her pistol tightly, creeping slow at first, then faster readying herself for anything. As she looked around the corner, a large steel door was shut, but screams were heard from just behind it. Natalie walked closer to the door, gripped the handle as it released the outer lock, and yanked it open. "What the fuck!" A dirty man screamed, as he came face to face with the end of the gun. "Who the fuck are you?" Natalie boomed. "What were you doing in there? Are you infected?" She screamed back. "No! No, I'm not one of them. I haven't been bitten, see?" The man said as he showed her every part of his body. "Put your fucking clothes back on," Natalie said, as the man did as he was told. "I'm Nash," The man spoke, shaking nervously. "I'm Natalie," She answered, "Come with me." They walked away from the run down freezer hold where Nash had sat alone in hiding. They scrambled over piles of dirt, and Nash almost froze as he saw the bodies that hung over them. His eyes widened as he noticed the upright darkened blue faces, with tongues hanging from the mouths. "I....I..I worked here once, you know," Nash told her, still shaking. "Quiet!" They paused. Down a corridor, shadows piled on the walls, as moans and screams echoed in the distance. The zombies were moving quicker, and their need to feed was becoming more vital to their survival. "Run!" Natalie alarmed Nash. They ran out from the building, and down the empty road escaping the group of flesh eaters. Behind a large dump area, a tanker roared as it crashed through taking a handful of zombies along for the ride. "Whoa," Nash muttered. The tanker came to a sudden halt, and Natalie looked up into the cab, waving her gun to the driver. "Oh get in! I'm not gonna hurt ya." A large man grumbled. Natalie walked to the passenger side of the cab, and hopped in the front seat, leaving the small back area for Nash to sit in. "This town is thick with 'em," The trucker said, "So I suggest we make a run for it, and head straight for the next one," He finished. "They are everywhere," Natalie said, almost interrupting the driver. "Where do you suggest we go?" She concluded. "My brother's weapon shop," He answered. Natalie had a smile on her face, and asked, "How much?" "Everything, Darlin'" He assured her. "Just about every kind of weapon you can think of." "What's the catch?" Natalie asked, wondering if there was a motive. "Well, I'd let you blow my dick, but it hasn't worked since 1987." He said to Natalie. "My brother shot a hole in it." Natalie chuckled a bit, and Nash let out a laugh. The man put on a smile and continued to drive. "I'm Rico by the way," The man introduced himself. "Natalie. Shakes back there is Nash," She responded. "Hey now," Nash looked up at her. The three headed for the next city over, passing corpses in the road, and even smashing head on a few walkers. Dust and blood spilled from their heads as they landed on the pavement. They continued on their journey. ------------------------[ Helvon City ]------------------------- "Here we are," Rico announced. "Hell City," He laughed. "Okay! Let's get in, and get the fuck out!" Natalie commanded as she hopped out of the passenger side, landing firm on the ground below. "She always like this?" Rico asked Nash. "Unfortunately," Nash responded, slightly less shaky as he talked. "I like 'em rough," Rico blared, putting another smile on as he too lept from the cab. Nash followed. Natalie took aim with her pistol and was about to shoot at the padlock on the gated door, when Rico stepped in hollering, "Wait! I have the key." Natalie stepped back as Rico unlocked the padlock and pulled open the gate. It made a rough, rusty noise. As Rico unlocked the main door-lock, he pushed open the door. A bell rang upon entering. Each one scrambled quickly to find fitting pistols, and gun belts. Natalie broke the pistol case, and reached for two matching berettas. Stacks of ammo were on a shelf behind the counter, and she quickly grabbed a pouch to fill. "Here, take this," Rico tossed her a pump action shotgun. She grabbed a bag this time, and filled it with extra pistols and ammo. Nash walked with Rico to a digital safe hidden in the back. Rico tapped in the code, and the door unlocked. Dust fell from the top, and as it cleared, a set of custom uzi's sat directly in the middle. "May I?" Nash asked Rico with a spark in his eyes. "Hell if you can use 'em, you can keep 'em," Rico answered, reaching for the top as his hands grazed his brothers classic 9mm beretta. "Bingo." They walked back out to the floor, as Nash continued to adore his new weaponry. "Don't forget these," Rico said, tossing a small bag full of clips to Nash. "Let's lock it up," Natalie said to the other two. "Darkness falls, and we need rest for the day ahead." "Good thinkin'" Rico answered, locking the gate, and then the main door. "This place is sealed up tight," He assured them. "We'll be safe." Natalie moved to the safe room to set up a small spot to sleep in. Nash followed. Rico opened the door to an empty storage room, and huddled there. He looked in the corner, and saw a small box filled with dusty bottles. As he reached in, he grabbed one and dusted it off. "Whiskey," He mumbled. "Brother, you shouldn't have," He toasted the air. In the other room, Nash sat down next to Natalie. "I think today is my birthday," He said, unsure of what the days date was. "You don't know?" She asked him. "Not really. I tried to keep track, but I was locked inside of a freezer for days. Thank God it didn't work," He opened to Natalie. "The smell was horrible." He tried to laugh a little. "Hey look, I'm sorry if I upset you by the things I say," She said to Nash. "It's been so long since I was around the living, I almost thought I was the only one left. Then I met you, and I immediately took control. If I'm not, then anything could happen." "It's okay." She continued. "I lost a dear friend of mine three years ago. She was my protector. She died trying to save me." Natalie began to cry a little, with tears welling in her eyes. "Hey," Nash interrupted, "It's going to be alright. I'm not so bad. I'll protect you any way I can. Nash put his arms around her shoulder and pulled her close. Natalie admired his body, feeling comforted and protected under his tall, slim figure. Looking into his brown eyes, she said to him, "I'm a virgin." "I.....it's okay." "I want to have sex....with you, now," She stammered out, as she lifted her top over her small but perky breasts. Nash's eyes opened wide as he reached out to touch one of them. They were soft in his hand, and he leaned in to take her right nipple into his mouth. He began to suckle on it and taste it as he wiggled his tongue gently. "Oh, that's so nice," Natalie said under her breath. Nash lifted up and took off his shirt, revealing a rather built chest considering his actual build. Natalie looked on as she undone the strap on her pants and pulled them down off her legs. Her excitement unmasked her true self as she slowly, and sensually lowered her panties down past her ankles, and off the end of her feet. "Wow, you look incredible," Nash gulped as he spoke. He quickly unfastened his pants, and pulled them off his legs. Down went his boxers too, as he slid them off. He admired and lusted now for Natalie's slightly fuzzy, pink mound. "Just fuck me!" Natalie demanded, as Nash stroked his fully erect penis preparing for entry. "Take it slow," She paused, making sure that he heard her. As Nash placed the tip to her virgin hole, he slowly pressed in, making Natalie jump, then let go. He pressed further inside, as her tight cunt wrapped around his shaft. He pressed harder, and felt himself reach the end as his body pressed tight against hers. "It hurts," She said feeling pain. "It will go away, I promise," Nash assured her, still pressing in deep. As he continued to press in, he pulled out a little, and pushed easily back inside. The pain soon went away, and Nash thrust his hard cock into her fulfilling pussy. She winced at first, then began to moan as he stroked in and out feeling the walls of her caverns wrap tight around him. Rico looked up from his spot to the doorway, as he heard Natalie moan in pleasure. "Oh hell," He said as he looked down at his dick. "Can't use that," He groaned. "I can still eat pussy!" He yelled into the hallway. Natalie continued to moan. Nash pounded now at her willing cunt, and she moaned louder nearing her very first orgasm. "I think I'm gonna cum!" She screamed, excited that it was going to happen. She released an intense, wet orgasm that leaked down Nash' shaft. He continued to thrust harder as he held back his own orgasm hungering for more of her tiny pussy. The lips hugged his cock as he moved in and out at a fast pace. He couldn't hold in much longer his own, and let go a hot load of cum filling her womb. They pressed together tightly as he did so, and Natalie lay against Nash' chest. Rico leaned back against the wall, and took another gulp of whiskey from the bottle. Soon, they all lay fast asleep. Natalie wrapped up next to Nash, and Rico on the floor in the next room. ----------------------[ Rise And Shine? ]---------------------- Sometime, in the middle of the night, Natalie woke to the constant moans of the dead, outside. She was naked from head to toe, grabbing her pistol and getting up to see how the situation was going. Looking out the window toward the front of the store, she saw a small handful of zombies. The gate was still padlocked, and the door remained shut tight, "But for how long?" She thought. "Hey, you're lookin' pretty Darlin'," Rico mumbled, waking from a hard hangover, and rubbing his forehead. Natalie smiled. She knew that he meant well, and the compliment made her blush, making her feel like a woman. "Jus' complimentin'," He concluded. "That's sweet, thank you," She said to him, not bothering to cover herself. She was a woman, but still felt tough. Her body was incredible, but she never let vulnerability overcome her. "Yes, you're welcome," He responded, putting on his usual good hearted smile. Natalie walked towards Rico and lay next to him, feeling the warmth of his body and smelling the scent of whiskey on his breath. She buried her face in his chest, and felt tired again. Soon, they both fell back to sleep. Moments after they drifted off, a zombie smashed into the steel gate at the front entrance. This awoke the two, and they stammered to the center of the shop room. Nash rushed out to meet them, pulling up his pants and handing Natalie her clothes. As they put them on, Rico grabbed his bags. Nash followed, and handed Natalie hers before kissing her deeply on her lips. "If they get enough of them, I think that they could break through," Nash hollered. "No! The gate is solid," Rico echoed, "They aren't that strong!" "But the gate is rusted through. Look!," Nash pointed to the side. As he did so, a large handful of zombies rammed the gate. The rust crumbled, and the gate cracked in several spots. "Fuck!" Natalie screamed. They raised their weapons and took no chances. Without hesitation, they unloaded several rounds into the rotting heads of their enemies. The gate remained cracked, but it was only a small opening that wouldn't let anything through. "Ready?" Rico roared. They reloaded their small weapons. Nash loaded his twin uzi's, and Natalie equipped her shotgun. "Set..." Rico again trailed on. He turned the knob, quickly opening the door to unlock the gate lock. "Go!" His voice boomed, alerting more creatures to their location. The three burst from the building, pointing their weapons and shooting at every moving thing that got in their way. Natalie took aim with her shotgun, blasting a large, open hole into one of the zombie's chest, and pumped again before once again firing. This time, she landed the target, and the head exploded as the remaining corpse fell to the ground. Maggots crawled from out of the open neck, feeding on dry flesh and dirt. "Get to the truck!" Rico ordered. As they scrambled to the truck, Rico was grabbed by the back and pulled to the ground. Several zombies bit into his neck, arms and ripped off his left leg. Rico screamed, "Shoot me! For Gods sake, shoot me!" Nash ran around to the other side, and popped a single bullet into Rico's skull. The bullet tore into his brain, and he died instantly. Nash grabbed hold of Natalie's waist, and hurriedly tossed her up into the drivers side seat. She climbed over and filled the passenger side. Nash leaped in, and holding his bag and Natalie's, he tossed them into the back. "Can you drive this truck?" Natalie asked Nash. "I think so," He replied. "I used to ride with my dad when we made deliveries across the country," He finished, as he looked around for the keys. "Oh fuck," He mumbled, as he looked down at Rico's dead body, still being eaten by flesh eaters. "What?" Natalie asked. Nash grabbed his uzi's and let off several rounds temporarily impairing numerous zombies. He opened the door and hopped out, landing at the foot of Rico. He quickly scanned the ground and pockets for the keys, and found them on a clip that hung to Rico's belt. He grabbed them, and saw Rico's brothers custom 9mm beretta laying 5 feet behind him. Making a daring move, he snatched it up, and hurried back to the truck cab. As he hopped in, a zombie bit into the flesh on his left leg. Nash kicked at it before completely entering the truck and shutting the door. He noticed that the truck had been equipped with an automatic shift. "Incredible," He whispered. Nash turned the key, pulled the handle and put the truck into gear. The truck thundered from its parking spot, and made haste down the road. Natalie ripped off part of her shirt and tied it around the wound as Nash continued to drive. "I can't....go on like this," He said to her, trying to calm his pain. "You must take the wheel. You have to!." He started to feel dizzy. He parked on the side of the road leaving the truck running while he switched seats with her. Natalie started to cry, and she knew that it was only a matter of time before she would lose her new love. She pulled him close to her breast and hugged him tight. Leaning down, she planted a soft kiss on his lips. "You'll have to leave me here," He said to her as he was drifting off. "No," I can't leave you," She cried hard as the tears gushed down her cheeks. "It's not an option," He told her. "You are going to leave me here." He leaned in for one last short kiss before turning around, opening the door and jumping outside from the cab. Natalie cried, but wiped away her tears as she knew what had to be done. Putting the truck into gear, she slowly eased her way to the road and moved on. Nash looked at her from behind, and he soon faded away past the dust and debris. The sun was rising, and Natalie started to cry again. The sunrise that was meant for happiness and new beginnings only made her heart break more. She continued down the road. ------------------------[ Later Days ]------------------------- Natalie entered a small town, and halted the large tanker. The gas gauge read near E, and she looked around the deserted area to see if there was a fuel station or anything else that may be useful. As she looked around, the door opened quick and a large hand grabbed her, pulling her out and slamming her to the ground. "Stay the fuck down!" The voice of a man screamed at her. His face came into view. A tall, built man with tattered clothes looked down at her. He wore a long beard, with long matching brown hair, and darkened eyes. Natalie couldn't make out the color. Out of the corners of the small buildings, another man walked out, and he pulled with her a frail woman. Her hair was matted to her head, and the dress she wore was ripped in the center. It left nothing to the imagination. Her small breast hung out, and her pubic area was covered in thick, dark hair. She giggled along and kept looking back and forth between Natalie and the man to gain his approval. The other man was almost identical to the large man who had grabbed her. The only difference was that his hair was missing pieces and his clothes were caked in dirt, and signs of blood were smeared across his shirt. As Natalie looked back up at the man who held her to the ground, a swift blow from his fist connected to her head and she was knocked out-cold. She woke some time later, as she was laying on her back in a room. Light crept in from cracks in the boarded window. Nothing remained in the room, except for a dirty bed. She scrambled to her feet and searched for anything that may be useful. Peering at the gap in the window, she noticed a single nail that dangled out and was ready to fall. She moved slowly to grab it. At first it remained in place, but then it pulled out. She held it in her hand, placing it between her fingers and pushed against her palm. The door opened, and the man who held the woman previously entered. "Fresh meat!" He said to her, smiling and showing his rotted teeth. To Wake The Dead Ch. 02 Natalie hid the nail behind her so the man could not see. "Come to daddy," He called to her, inching his way to her. His penis protruding from an open hole in his pants. He ran to her and threw her to the floor. Opening her pants, and pulling them a few inches down he was about to enter her when Natalie's left hand slammed into the side of the mans head. The nail pierced the skull with such fore, the attacker dropped to the side. He convulsed as blood poured from his wound. He lay wriggling before dying painfully. The second, and much larger man burst into the room. His body naked and he had the other woman's hair in his fist. As he moved, she trailed along with him, sometimes scooting across the floor. "I'm gonna fucking murder you, you fucking whore!" He roared, the woman dropping down as she was released. He rushed at Natalie, knocking the nail from her hand and punching her in the side. She skidded backwards, breaking a few boards, spilling light into the room. He jumped over her and sat on her chest, smacking her mouth as blood spit out onto the floor. Natalie tried to push him off, but he was too heavy. Foul odor filled her nostrils, and she almost choked as he thrust his dirty cock near her face. As he leaped from her still body, he was about to pick her up again until a crunching sound was heard. The woman screamed as she thrust a long metal rod into the mans skull. It entered from the back of his head, and exited from his right eye socket. He tumbled over fast, and Natalie hurriedly moved from below. The woman stood across the room at Natalie. "Thank you," Natalie said to her. The woman walked out of the room and down the stairs. Natalie followed. Standing by the front door, the lady pointed. It was barred shut. The lady pointed up to a single key that hung at the top of the door right at the ceiling. Natalie jumped at it, and it flung back landing right behind her. She picked it up, and stuck the key in the hole. It opened, and light shined inside as she pushed the door open all the way. Emptiness filled the outside. No signs of living or dead. It was almost beautiful to their eyes. "Come with me," Natalie said to the lady. The lady shook her head and took a step back. "What is your name?" Natalie asked. After a long silence, the woman opened her mouth and mumbled, "Karina." "Karina," She said, "You're not alone. I want to help you," She continued, reaching out to Karina. Karina opened her arms and fell into Natalie's. For the first time in so long, the woman was able to cry, and show emotion. "It has been so long since I seen the sun as a free woman," She cried out. "Come with me. Let's leave here and go far away from this land," Natalie spoke. The woman agreed, and they left towards the truck. "Wait!" Karina halted. "I want to show you something." Karina led Natalie to a small shack with a padlock on it. Natalie looked at it and ran back to the truck. "Thank God they never looked inside the cab," She thought, as she reached for a pistol. As she grabbed it, she saw a crowbar on the passenger floor board. She picked it up, and took it towards the locked shack. With a swift blow, the lock snapped, and the door creaked wide open. "It's mine," Karina told Natalie. "I was a traveler like you, until....." She finished. Inside the hold was a motorcycle. Clean, and ready to ride. "We can take it with us," Karina said to Natalie, ready to leave. Natalie grabbed the bike, and walked it to the truck. With wire, rope, and other cables that they had found about, the two women pulled the motorcycle onto the back of the rig. The truck sported a long, flat panel in the middle between the rear tires. The connection port had been taken off, and it was apparent that this panel could hold the motorcycle completely on its top. They took their time to tighten down the bike, and made sure that it would not tip over if they moved suddenly to one side. They wasted no time in getting in the truck. Although the truck had been turned off, they left the keys in the ignition. Natalie started the truck, and the two drove away down the deserted dirt road towards the main highway. [END] To Wake The Dead Ch. 03 [ This story is a work of fiction. Any similarities are entirely coincidental. Otherwise, please enjoy. ] [C] Copyright 2009 [ Deserted, Or Is It? ] Natalie and Karina made their way through a small Midwest town. The sun was high in the sky, and cast its rays on trees, small wooden shelters, and the dirt road. Only two years have passed, but, the feeling of it all seems like it has been never ending. Death has come, but these two, brave mortal women stand to defend themselves against the wave of disease and death itself. Natalie had cut her hair shorter, leaving only enough hair on top to show that she was indeed a woman. Her eyes weary from the journey behind. She wore a tight fitted top, and long pants, with a belt attached at the waist. Two holsters fit the sides, and she kept a knife in place against the center of her chest. Karina had her hair wrapped up, and held behind her head. She no longer wore a tattered and torn open dress, and her weapon of choice was a sword that resided on her back in its hold. A small pistol was holstered at her right side, and a sawed off shotgun was held at her left side. They were both on separate bikes, as the truck had been deserted long ago. Karina rode her old motorcycle, and Natalie had found her own left alone near a broke down motel. The bike looked dirty, but after a few wipe downs, and light mechanic work, the bike rode like new. The town that they rode through had a horrible smell that lingered in the wind. Graffiti was written along the sides of the boarded up homes and places of former business. As they approached an old fountain in the center of town, they stopped, and hopped off to rest. In a bag that Karina carried at the back of her bike, she pulled out two canteens. One she tossed to Natalie, and the other she take small sips from. Just a little, as the rest needed to be rationed. Good water was disappearing, as filth killed away much of the purities. "Oh my God!" Karina jumped, as she pointed to the bottom of the fountain waters. A reddish brown color filled the water, and looking close, a few dead bodies remained. They appeared to have been alive at one time, and never having turned into the mindless dead that wanders the earth. "What the hell?" Natalie looked in. "I wonder just what the fuck happened here," She finished. The two shrugged their shoulders and took notice of their surroundings. At first glance, the trees were bare, graffiti stood out though, but otherwise, besides that and dust, all was plain. At a second glance, the window to an old church was opened slightly. A corpse hung from one of the trees in the far distance. The feeling of being watched left the two searching in every direction. Although the window was opened, there didn't appear to be anybody behind it. "Maybe we should go," Karina said to Natalie. "Wait. Let's go check out that church," She replied to Karina. "What? Fuck that," Karina said to Natalie, pissed, but more annoyed. "Oh, come on." "Fine!" The two prepared their pistols, and crept towards the main doors to the church. Natalie pulled on one, and it creaked open. Dust fell from the top of the door. "Damn! I doubt anyone has been here in a while," Karina muttered, knocking the dust away from her face. "Yeah." A small stairway was located immediately to the right of the entrance as you walked in. Broken frames remained hung on the wall. The pictures were either missing, or ripped. Some pieces of glass lay along the steps. Karina and Natalie walked up the stairs, keeping eyes in every direction. Natalie was in front, and Karina was in back, keeping an eye on the bottom of the stairway. "What do you see?" Karina whispered to Natalie. "I see......dust, and lots of it," Natalie answered, and giggled lightly. "Smart ass." The two were now on the second floor, and a hallway was visible to their right. Doors were opened up, and little light shined in. The room down the hall, to the right and second to last, had more light inside. Karina walked behind Natalie, as they both made way to the room. Making their approach, they quickly turned and entered with their pistols in front, in case they were to be attacked. "Jesus!" Karina gagged, turning away to vomit. "What the fuck are we dealing with here?" Natalie said, watching in horror as a decapitated head sat on a table in the center of the room. The eyes were darkened, and bite marks were clear on the cheeks. The head split partway open to reveal brain chunks. Wiping her mouth, and standing back up, Karina said, "Man, I don't want to stay and find out." "I agree," Natalie replied. Without hesitating, they walked out of the room and proceeded down the hallway, down the stairs, and out the front entrance. The heat from the sun was beating down on them, and they continued towards their bikes. Getting on and starting them up, they exited the town and made their way to another to search for food, or supplies. * [ Sixty Nine Miles ] Karina and Natalie pulled away to a small rest stop. It appeared to be deserted, but otherwise, not disturbed. No broken glass, or vandalism present. They parked their bikes and took a breath of air as they walked inside the small area indoors. It was surprisingly cool, even though the heat outside may have been near 100 degrees. Karina sat in the chair of a security room. It was a small area, but she made due. Natalie walked around, and then made her way to the ladies restroom. As she walked inside, the stalls were empty, and the floors had a few bits of paper on them. Instead of any visible sign of blood, struggle, or even body, there was only space and a dirty restroom. Natalie felt a little uncomfortable, but took in the knowledge that nobody had been there. Karina locked the main doors to the small place, and then locked the inner doors as well. Walking back to the office, she once again sat down on the chair. An overwhelming feeling came over her body, and she relaxed. She began to rummage through the drawers of the desk. As she opened the middle drawer, there was a small switchblade. She picked it up, and put it on top of the desk. She opened the bottom drawer, and noticed an XXX magazine laying there. The woman on the cover looked seductively at the reader, and held her breast in her hands. She grabbed it and tossed it onto the desk top. Flipping through the pages, there was a picture that shown a woman laying on her back, as another woman licked at her hole. The woman on her back was giving fellatio to a man that loomed over her. Karina's body became hot, and she unzipped the fly of her pants, pulling them down off her bare legs, and tossing them to her right. As she done this, she propped one leg up on the top of the desk, and began to rub at her slit. Her eyes kept looking at the picture, and every now and then, Karina looked up and around to check on her surroundings. Her right index finger now pushed deep into her cunt, and her left hand index and middle fingers rubbed at her clitoris. The sensation sent Karina in a state of ecstasy, as she tilted her head back and kept herself a rhythm, masturbating her pussy fast and hard. As she continued, a hot stream ejaculated across the room, and she didn't pay any mind. A few strokes later, she came again. She shook as both orgasms had taken some of her energy. Laying back still, she slowly rubbed herself still. Looking up, she noticed Natalie in the doorway. Natalie held a smile on her face, and said, "Was it good for you?" "Oh God, yes," Karina answered, still touching her clit. Her pink slit in view of Natalie's eyes. Without hesitation, she walked over to Karina and leaned between her legs. At first, she could smell the sweet aroma that lifted from Karina's middle, and then she leaned in close and touched her clit with her tongue. Karina moaned. The single touch from Natalie was enough for her to cum once more. "Wow, did I do that to you?" Natalie asked, continuing to taste Karina's juices. "Mmmhmm," Karina responded, biting her lower lip. Natalie slid her warm tongue up and down through the center of Karina's aching vagina. Her hands pulled on Karina's soft buttocks, and Karina slid closer to Natalie's mouth. As Natalie moved up and down, pressing her mouth against her hole, and tasting Karina's fluids that gushed from the center, her nose became hot from the heat within Karina. The tip of her nose rubbed softly on her clit. As Karina tilted her head forward, she opened her eyes and did a double take at the guard room closet door. A small pool of blood had long ago formed as if something had bled to death just behind it. She jumped up and fixed her clothes on her bottom as Natalie joined her standing up. The two looked hard at each other. "You open it," Karina said to Natalie. Natalie looked at Karina, then to the door. Extending her left hand, and holding a pistol in her right, Natalie opened the door quickly. The body of the guard who had worked there before lay in pieces on the floor. Karina sighed. "I'm beginning to see a pattern, I think." "Yeah, me too," She responded. "Maybe we should be heading in the opposite direction," Karina suggested. "No," Natalie answered. "We've already been there. There is nothing." "Fine. But I don't want to end up in pieces, or half eaten." "Agreed," Natalie smiled. "Let's get the fuck out of here." "Okay." [ The Gathering ] A crowd had gathered 7 miles down the road from where Natalie and Karina were. A large, well built man stepped out from the center and spoke to the rest. "They are coming," His deep voice echoed. "Let them come," Another smaller man answered. "I want their flesh!" "I want them first!" A woman stepped forward, wearing a dark, tight shirt, long black pants, and a pair of boots. Her face held a scar across her cheek. A knife was kept at her side, and a nine millimeter holstered in front of her crotch. "Bring them to me first, and then, you can have your meal." Each smiled at the thought of bodies cooking, and the screams they would hear as these two unsuspecting women roasted over a fire. A tear trickled down the side of the lone womans cheek, and the small crowd looked as it happened. The woman turned away and entered through the middle of them before walking into a doorway to a small building. The men looked on in the direction of where they expected the two women to enter. [ Enter Night ] Natalie and Karina stretched their legs over the seats of their bikes and started them up. The engines roared as they took off west towards the next town. Before long, Natalie had doubts and pulled over. Karina stopped just to her left. "What's wrong?" "Don't you think that it is very strange that the last few places we have been, there are dead bodies?" Natalie said, reflecting. "Yes. I do." Karina answered. "But, you don't think..." Karina trailed off. "I don't know what to think, Karina. I think that we must be careful," Natalie's tone changed. She gripped the handle to her pistol, trying to remain calm. "Okay. We'll take cover in the hills over there," Karina planned, "And if there are any buildings that stand, we'll avoid them." "Well now, I think that might work, lover." Karina smiled, and looked back towards the long road ahead. [ Waiting ] "Where are they?" The lone woman called out. The small group took shelter inside the small building, keeping themselves from sight. They planned on an ambush as soon as the two arrived, however, they were nowhere near. "Fuck!" The little man shouted. "Let's go after them!" The woman reached forward and backhanded the little guy across the mouth, breaking what little teeth that he had left. The large man said to the woman, "Rose, I can search for them. They may be close and know our plans." "Do it, but make sure that you aren't seen, Jacob," Rose answered. "Food is hard to come by, and I cannot go another day without it," She finished. Jacob left the building through a small hole in the rear. To Avoid being seen at all costs, he opened a shaft that led underground, and began a walk-through of a long tunnel that ran directly to a shack located in the center of the hills. As he reached the end, he climbed a steel ladder up to an opening inside a small brick room. He walked over to a small wooden door that suffered from years of rot and use. He pulled it open almost tearing it away from the wall, and he entered the small space that was the shack. His eyes grew in anger as he peered through the cracks of the walls toward the outside. He noticed, maybe 100 feet away, the two women laid down and was peering off towards the little building that occupied Rose and company. Being as quiet as possible, Jacob crept outside the door, knowing that one creak would attract their attention and cause them to run. As he walked slowly towards the women, he spotted two motorcycles just off to the women's right. He kept going and as he approached them, Karina turned her head and was about to scream when Jacob swung and caught the side of her face with his large fist. Natalie jumped and reached for her pistol, but as she tried to aim, Jacob had knocked her out as well. Jacob grabbed onto both women's legs and drug them down to the small building where he knew Rose would be pleased. [ Familiar Faces ] Karina and Natalie were hanging upside down in a room to themselves. The rope that held them by their legs was old, but still strong to carry their weight. As Natalie woke, her eyes caught a glimpse of someone standing at the doorway. Her eyes focused. A woman began to talk. "Well hello there," An angered, but calm voice spoke to her. "I'm going to cut to the chase, or lack thereof," She giggled. "I'm going to taste you, and hmmm, maybe more," The woman licked her lips. "After that, they are going to eat you too, although, it won't be as pleasurable to you as it will for them." Natalie shook trying to break free, but, the rope was strong. Karina's eyes opened as well, and she began to struggle. "As for your friend, they can have her first," Rose said as she removed a knife from her belt and swung it at Karina, cutting into her stomach and watched as blood spilled to the floor. "Noooooooooo!" Natalie screamed at Rose. "You fucking cunt!" "My what words," Rose grinned. As she said this she looked into Natalie's eyes, and noticed something. "I know you. I have seen you before," Rose repeated. "You was the little girl that was with the older lady, I remember." Natalie cried heavy tears as she watched her lover and friend die just two feet away. Jacob entered the room quickly. "Rose, we must go! The dead are coming and we have to find shelter." His voice echoed. Rose began to weep in her hands. "No, Jacob," She spoke through her hands, "Stay here with me." "But rose....." Jacob stepped forward. "Please! Let her go too," She said to him. "Okay," He answered, cutting Natalie loose. As Natalie fell to the floor, she hurried towards the body of her love. "Go, get the fuck out of here!" Rose screamed at Natalie. Jacob knelt beside Rose and cradled her small frame in his big arms. The little guy entered and rushed to grab Karina's dangling body when Natalie grabbed a knife near her and swung it at the man, penetrating his own stomach, and raising him two inches into the air. Blood splattered onto the floor below, and tears still ran down her face. The little mans body fell to the floor and he remained there, dead. With a swift slice, she cut through the rope and held onto Karina's body as it fell down into her arms. Without a word, she tossed her onto her shoulder, and left the room. As she walked out towards the exit, she opened the door, and walked outside. A motorcycle, older but in perfect shape, rest behind a tarp. It had a sidecar built onto it, and it was perfect to hold Karina. Natalie placed her body into the sidecar, and took a quick look around her. She heard moans and noticed a very large group of zombies rushing closer to the building. Natalie hopped onto the bike, and started it up. A roar exited the muffler, and Natalie wasted no time in racing off down the road looking for closure to the nights defeat. As she was already in the far off distance from the spot where Rose and Jacob were left, she heard gunshots and screams as the dead had overrun the hideout where they were. Tears had welled in Natalie's eyes again, and she realized that she was alone once more. Without anything left to live for, it would make her stronger, and she would fight hard if she came across her enemies again. [ END ] To Wake The Dead He continued thrusting and beating up her cunt lips as she begged and moaned for him to do it harder. He rammed her pussy hard tapping her clitoris through the skin and made her cum again. "I'm gonna cum again." He said and she held onto his hips to let him shoot his load inside her. His semen ejaculated hitting the walls and dripping both down inside her, and out of her down her buttocks and onto the sheets. "Oh my God!" she cried. "Even my husband couldn't fuck me like you did!" David lay back with a smile on his face. He finally fucked his long time crush. As they lay next to each other, the outside filled with the moans and screams of the dead. David got up, put on clothes and hurried to the wheel of the big vehicle. He started it up, and put it into gear as he made way towards the nearest road. --------------------------Down The Highway-------------------------- Gina and company drove down the highway, noticing the emptiness surrounding them. No cars in sight. Natalie lay asleep in the back seat, and Betty wasn't too far off as Gina continued to drive. The windows remained up so as not to let in the cold breeze, and also no intruders. The road seemed to get darker in some points. Gina would drive along, be in light for a few seconds, then near darkness the next few seconds. Bodies were sprawled out in the road. Blood splattered everywhere as the corpses remained still. Gina stopped the car, and looked quickly around the way to see how she would make her way past. As she looked, a zombie screamed towards her. Her foot slammed the gas pedal, and the car sped off leaving it behind. Betty and Natalie woke up to screeching tires and screams. Gina looked into the rear view mirror to see the two shaking. Her eyes adjusted further back and seen the same zombie slowly pulling itself up onto the back of the trunk. Gina kept her speed, and tried to figure out a way to get rid of it without seriously injuring either one of themselves. Gina had a plan. "Okay you two. I'm going to toss it off the side, but it requires me to slam on my brakes. I'm gonna spin out and I know it sounds dangerous, but you have to trust me." She finished. "Do it!" Betty screamed, watching the zombie close in on them. She held Natalie tight as Gina grabbed the wheel, jerked to the side as she hit the brakes. The car spun around almost completely as the corpse lost its grip, flying off the side and crashing to the ground. Its skull smashed in, as dark chunks oozed from the open wound. Gina tapped the gas and let loose the brakes sliding now into the spin, then straightening the car out towards the same direction they were heading. Without a seconds hesitation, they peeled out and were on their way. "Oh shit!" Natalie screamed. "Natalie!" Betty laughed. "It's alright, honey." She continued. Gina drove down the road stopping slowly and looking around as they entered an open lot at K-Mart's. The car came to a halt, as the car putted. The car died, making the three feel uneasy. Gina looked in the dash to see the gas gauge at empty. Exiting the vehicle, she looked under the car to see the last remaining drops empty from the fuel line. "Oh, fuck!" Gina said, angered. "Just fucking great." "What is it?" Betty asked. "We're definitely going to have to get inside." She said, pointing to the building with the large K on the front above the doors. "Sigh," Betty exhaled. "Okay, honey, we're going to go inside." She talked to Natalie. "Okay," Natalie answered, not feeling so much scared as before. Gina walked quickly, but slow enough for the others to catch up. The lot stay lit up by the lights shining from atop the large poles. The inside of the building remained lit up as well. Not a person in sight. They walked to the front doors, and pulled slowly on them. -------------------------Two Lovers Inside------------------------- Locked inside the women's restroom, a young couple were spending perhaps, their last bit of time together. Their bodies almost completely naked except for shoes to keep their feet clean from the disgusting floor. Their clothes draped over the sink, and against another, the girl leaned back, moaning in pleasure. The man penetrating her vagina with his very erect penis. The sink shook hard as if to break away from its position on the wall. The young man thrust deep into her slippery hole, filling her deep and causing her to convulse as her body gave way to multiple orgasms. "I love you, Thomas," The girl said, shaking and moaning as her vaginal orifice was willingly violated. Thomas kept going, kissing the girl on her mouth, and tasting her saliva. What they both knew and understood, was that the girl had been bitten on her arm. The wound darkening, and her body increasingly growing cold, they were spending their last bit of life making love. "Tanya, I love you too!" Thomas cried to her, holding her close as he filled her cunt with his cock. Her cries were deepening, and tears slowly stopped falling. Thomas still held her close, closing his eyes as his thick member let loose a powerful shot of semen. Her waiting hole filling up, and then dribbling out its entire contents. Thomas looked down as her muscles loosened, and he noticed his cum dribbling out. As he looked up to his beloved, Tanya, her eyes were now white. The outside walls were almost bloodshot, and she stared blankly at Thomas. As Thomas had thoughts of changing his mind, and leaving his place in the restroom, Tanya's corpse had other plans as she lunged for him, grappling his back. Thomas screamed. ---------------------------Breaking In?----------------------------- Gina and company pulled on the doors. They were locked. As they tried to think of how they were going to enter, Natalie pulled on a door at the end, and it fell open. "Here!" Natalie yelled. Gina and Betty ran to her, and quickly entered the building, making sure that the door was locked behind them this time. Walking into the next set of doors, they looked around into the semi-large sized inside. Lights were on, and the place seemed to be non-trashed. It was a relief to them, but there seemed to be an uncomfortable silence to it all. They moved slowly in, and Gina led the way to the ladies department. Betty grabbed a shirt and put it on to cover her hanging breasts. The shirt was thin, and they pressed against the cotton. Betty stared at herself and pulled on her tits feeling sexy as she looked back up and stopped. She giggled. "Sorry." She said, feeling slightly embarrassed. "It's okay," Gina answered. Gina grabbed herself a pair of black pants, a small form fitting shirt, and a pair of black shoes. She looked in the mirror by the shoes at her own figure. Comfortable, sexy, and perfect for moving about. Natalie giggled a bit, then Betty joined in. Gina couldn't help but do the same. "I have to go to the potty, mommy" Natalie chimed in. "Okay kiddo," Betty responded, pulling her hand towards the back where the big restroom sign hung. Gina stepped over to the Sporting Department. While K-Mart never had much to offer in sporting equipment and hunting gear, they certainly had enough there to use. Gina did not hesitate to grab a belt, and pouch. She hooked it around her waist, and grabbed a shotgun from behind the counter. As she did so, she looked down to see an officer dead. His large body still, and a bullet wound was visible entering from under his chin to the top of his head. An apparent suicide. The handgun still in his hand, and two clips on his belt. Gina reached down to grab it, nervous that he might waken to bite her. His body lay still. He was dead, as the bullet must have obliterated his brain. As Gina grabbed hold of the gun, she checked the clip, and slid it back in. Full, minus one round. She fitted it in her belt, and stuck the clips in the bag. Hurriedly, she snatched a few boxes of shells for the shotgun, and stuffed them into the pouch. She reached over to grab a second bag to fit more in. As she was looking around for anything else that may be useful, her ears perked as Natalie's screams filled the store. Gina ran towards the back. As she made her way to the restrooms, she noticed a zombie attacking Betty, and biting into her breast. Betty bounced back against the wall as a second zombie grabbed her at the side, pulling her head towards it and ripping open her throat. Blood poured as Betty fell to the ground. Gina pulled the pistol out of her belt, and unloaded a round in the male zombies brains. She aimed again and blew the female zombies head clean off. Pieces of brain and blood ran down the wall. Betty fought to breathe, but blood filled her lungs and oxygen never made it through. Her body slumped over and she died. Gina yanked on Natalie's arm and held her tight, but hurried towards the front of the building to make an escape. Gina and Natalie looked out towards the lot, and their eyes opened wide. Hordes of the un-dead were inching their way to them, moaning and screaming. As Gina loaded the shotgun and pumped it, she watched as a big RV came from the left and smashed into a small groups of zombies. "Die again, you fuckers!" A younger man screamed at the dead. "Hurry! Get inside!" An older woman yelled, beckoning the two to enter. Gina pulled Natalie inside, and quickly sat down on the small couch. Iron bars were welded to the windows, and a large lock fit the door, holding it in place. The man noticed Gina looking at them and said, "It was my dad's RV. He was a crazy ass kind of guy. Always thought that the dead would come back to get him." He continued. "we always thought he was a schizo or something. Turns out the mother fucker was right." He rambled on. "I'm Miranda," The older woman introduced herself. "That there is David." "Thank you," Gina spoke, holding Natalie tight. As the RV drove on, Natalie began to cry. Gina comforted her and stroked her hair. Her sobs lightened and she eventually fell into a deep sleep. "Well, she must have been really tired," Miranda said, handing Gina a cup of instant coffee. "I had to heat it up in the microwave." "Oh, it's okay." Gina thanked her, taking a sip. David smiled at their reflections in the mirror. The RV pressed on, heading for the next town. Miranda turned on the television and most of the stations were static, or the Emergency Broadcast System. One channel though had a pre-recorded feed. The man behind the news desk looked into the camera, and spoke to the general public. "Some time ago, we had gotten word about strange occurrences happening in this city, and all surrounding areas. reports of zombies devouring the flesh of victims have rapidly developed, and in return, their victims rose and killed in the same manner. We strongly advise anyone out there to lock their doors. Stay on higher ground, and avoid all contact with these zombies. If anyone does indeed find themselves face to face with the dead, run, and if necessary, use blunt force to the head. Decapitation, crushing the brain, or shooting them directly into their head will put them down permanently. Do not attempt to rescue or help any of your loved ones." He announced. As Gina and Miranda watched this, David slammed on his brakes. "What the hell?" Miranda blurted, as she turned around to the front. "Look," is all David said. Shining in the headlights was two army stationed jeeps. A small barricade was set in front of the bridge. A small crew of men stood firm in the front and looked inside the vehicle. "Yes!" David screamed. "We're safe." Miranda grabbed his arm as David opened the door. Stepping out he began to make his way towards the group. The men greeted David and Miranda as they approached. Gina and Natalie felt unsure of their surroundings. "I need you to wait here, Natalie." Gina told her. "No, don't go," Natalie cried. "I don't want you to leave me, please." "I promise I will be right back," She whispered. "I'll be right outside. You can see me standing right there." She assured Natalie. "Hurry back, Gina." Natalie said, scared. "Lock this door behind me." Gina said, as she stepped outside and shut the door. Natalie locked it and stepped back, sitting back down on the small couch. Gina walked over to the men. They were all dressed in Army fatigue, and loaded top to bottom with military grade weaponry. Gunshots were heard in the distance, and small explosions sprang from different areas. Out of the darkness, a group of zombies moved in. Shots were fired as the military men blasted through over a dozen bodies, tearing off limbs and shattering the skulls of their opponents. As they continued unloading round after round, Gina ran to the RV. She banged on the door for almost 10 seconds, then click, and the door swung open. Natalie stood in front of Gina with eyes open wide. Gina jumped inside and locked the door. Outside, the group of the dead were growing and mauled everything in sight. David crawled across the ground, pulling helplessly with his torn hand. Miranda's body was ripped to pieces, and was being eaten away by the un-dead. Gina checked the lock on the door twice, and jumped into the front seat. No keys in the ignition. "Oh fuck!" Gina screamed. As she looked ahead toward the front of the RV, there they lay. twenty or so feet from a group of the cannibalistic creatures. Gina ran to the door, drawing the pistol from her belt. She held it up, and unlocked the door. As she opened it, she made a dash for the keys.Natalie shut the door and locked it again. As Gina snatched the keys from the ground, she was noticed. Making haste, she ran back to the big vehicle shooting at the heads of her enemies. Once to the door, it was opened by Natalie. Again, Gina locked it behind her and wasted no time starting the RV up. She backed it up, and right turned to the opposite direction. Her mind was set. "Let's get as far away from here as possible." Gina said, feeling a small weight lift from her shoulders. As Natalie sat in the next seat by Gina, she fastened her seat belt tight. They were heading for somewhere safe, if there was such a place through all the chaos. The sun began to rise, as they made their way to their next destination. [END]