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RABs Ch. 01

By: StangStar06



Hi Folks, first up I want to thank all of the people who understood what last week's story was about. For those of you who didn't like it, no hard feelings maybe this one will be more up your alley. Before we get started I'd like to thank my partner in crime, Mikothebaby for editing this story, without her it would probably read more like a bunch of random letters separated by semicolons and commas. It was actually her who taught me that two commas in a row is just bad. Before we get started I have a warning for you. I don't do them often but this is a two part story. The conclusion will come up next week unless I get struck by lightning or my car falls on me. SS06

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There was no need to look over my shoulder to see how fast the man chasing me was running. 

That is, of course, if you could still call him a man. I was putting every ounce of strength and stamina I had into running but he was slowly, inexorably reeling me in.

The bastard must've been a God damned track star, because I'm no slouch when it comes to running. There aren't very many people who can keep up with me. This guy, again though, was not only keeping up, he was catching up.

With the fence that I'd crawled through to reach the abandoned warehouse coming up swiftly, I decided to put him out of his misery. I began to slow down and he ran even faster. His speed was flat out and he gave away a lot of agility running that fast. His brain power was already depleted, so my next move took him totally by surprise.

As he started reaching out trying to grab me from behind, I suddenly just stopped and curled into a ball directly in front of him. My move was so sudden, that he had no chance to slow down or stop himself. He stumbled awkwardly over me and landed flat on his stomach on the ground.

I jumped up nimbly and stood over him. He growled in anger for about a second before I put him out of his misery by slamming the head of my flanged mace through his skull. The growling stopped immediately, but the body shuddered a few times. I quickly stepped back leaving my mace in his skull.

I drew the Katana strapped diagonally across my back just in case he was still alive. I watched for a few seconds and saw no signs of movement, so I sheathed the Katana and approached the body again. I tried to yank my mace out of the skull and couldn't. 

Shit, that mace was one of my favorite weapons. It was an original piece from the fifteenth century. There was no way I was leaving without it. I put one foot on the man's neck and braced the other on the ground and pulled with all of my strength. The mace came free and brought a chunk of skull with it. I'd have to remove that once I got back to camp. I looked around me and saw several more of them but they were at least a hundred yards away. I laughed thinking about that, because I'm the only person I know who still uses the term yards. Most people have finally switched to the metric system as if any of that shit matters anymore.

I jogged quickly over to the fence and found the hole I'd cut in it and my wire cutters. I grabbed the cutters and ran over to my car. I knocked on the window and heard the electronic locks pop open.

As I opened the door, music loud enough to alert everyone in the area to our presence filled the air. I could hear angry growls from the people behind the fence.

"Took ya long enough," grinned my wife Dana. She continued to bop her head to the music as I sat down in the driver's seat and started the engine.

"Hey buddy, gas isn't rechargeable," she said. "And the sound of that motor will let everything in the area know where we are." I turned the music down, and grabbed her by her face. 

"With the racket you're making, Dana," I said. "Everything in the area already knows we're here." I pulled her face gently to mine and kissed her. Her arms snaked around me and her mouth opened as her tongue sought and dueled with mine.

"I love you Jer," she said. "Sometimes..."

I just looked at her. "Sometimes I wish it was just the two of us. I wish we could just find our own little hidden safe zone and live out our lives without constantly scavenging and hunting for supplies for all of the others. I especially wish that at night," she said.

I looked at her crazily. Nights were the most dangerous times. It really was better to have more people around.

"Jer, I get tired of us having to have furtive sneaky sex," she said. "I just wish that we could just let it all hang out. I dream of you just pounding the shit out of me and me being free to scream out exactly how good it feels and exactly what I want you to do to me. God damn it we're married. We're supposed to fuck our brains out. It's natural. It's the way it's supposed to be."

"That was a long time ago, in a kingdom far, far away," I sighed. But she was right. I loved Dana more than I could ever express. We'd been married for three years and together for more than that but I could count on one hand the number of times that I'd been able to hear her screaming out her passion. It simply wasn't that kind of world anymore.

It wasn't really anyone's fault. There hadn't been a World War III. There hadn't been any kind of Biblical apocalypse, nor had Aliens taken over the planet. Our downfall had come about from a combination of very small things. It took a perfect storm of almost infinitely small proportions to take down our society.

Thirty years ago, in the beginning of the twenty-first century, medical science had started to track a growing number of viruses that were resistant to antibiotics. But modern medicine had also trained most of the populace worldwide to depend on medical care. If you got a cold or the flu, you weren't supposed to simply ride it out. Nope, you had to go to see a doctor so he or she could prescribe the latest and greatest antibiotic. In many cases, it didn't make sense. There was never a cure for the common cold. If you got a cold you simply had the virus for seven to ten days. The treatments simply made the misery of those seven to ten days easier.

So what a lot of people did was to go to work while still sick. They had to go to work because they saved their sick days for vacations and sporting events or entertainment. It just didn't make sense. Why would anyone go to work while they were sick, so they could stay home and go out while they were really well?. People back then were crazy.

Anyway, it may not have made sense, but it made dollars. The drug companies were constantly finding all kinds of drugs and antibiotics to treat more and more of the symptoms. It got to the point where no one wanted to have even the slightest discomfort. If you had a runny nose, you didn't need a tissue, you needed an antibiotic. If you had a headache, you needed a narcotic. An entire generation of pain free wimps got us to that point.

The researchers warned us. They told us that the strains of viruses were beginning to mutate into super-bugs that couldn't be taken down with antibiotics. Society refused to listen. "They'll come up with something," they always said. And the drug companies did. They always came up with something. Ten years ago in 2020, the first Mega-virus was discovered. It was called Ambubola. The weird thing about it was that unlike the Ebola virus that it was mutated from, it didn't eat tissues. It was called Ambubola for short but it really meant Ambulant Ebola. Ambulant meaning that after the virus killed you, you were still moving around. The cases of Ambubola were few and far between. Patients stricken with the disease were not dangerous. They were simply medical curiosities.

After all, most of them were brain-dead. They had no desires, no agenda and no motivation. They simply stood up and moved. A few years later though, as the Ambubola virus continued to mutate and combine with other viruses, something awful happened; and that's where the perfect shit storm occurred. 

It was the worst possible outcome. Think about it, if Ambubola had combined with the common cold then we'd have a few harmless dead patients that stood up and sniffled and sneezed, which again would have been no big deal. But when Ambubola combined with Rabies we got hell on earth. Rabies was relatively slow acting. Ambubola sped that up. Rabies, once it reaches the brain is characterized with aggression, paranoia, foaming at the mouth and the desire to bite. The disease is also transferred through that bite.

Rabid Ambubola or RAB, as we call it, spread quickly. We believe that it was created by cross-contamination in a European hospital that was doing research into both Ambubola and Rabies. I've heard several different stories about how it happened. The most plausible seems to be that a patient who'd unknowingly had rabies, which takes months for the symptoms to show up got an organ transplant from a cadaver. The donor cadaver had been from a person with AB.

The AB sped up the rabies. The patient bit several people in the hospital. Before anyone knew what was going on, the disease made it into the wild. There were hundreds of cases within the first few days. There thousands by the end of the week and it was global buy the end of the first month.

There was, of course, widespread panic. Governments tried to contain it. They tried quarantines and sending in troops, all of which failed. Society soon fell. Countries became a thing of the past. With everyone fighting to survive, the old rules no longer applied. I've heard about cities and places starting up again, but usually they fail. There have been places that started with a few people who walled themselves off from the rest of the world. They grow their own food and do everything they have to do to stay clean and secure. But they always fail. It only takes one person to bring them down.

There are trillions of infected people who go out looking for fresh blood in large herd-like gatherings. The people in these groups resemble and act like a type of zombie. There are difference between them and traditional zombies though. The RABS as we call them, are not slow shuffling creatures who eat blood and brains. They have all of the physical attributes that they always had. So a RAB that looks like an old lady, has all of the strength and speed of that old lady. A God damned track star like the one that just chased me is going to still be as quick as hell. I once ran into a RAB that used to be a fucking basketball player. The asshole leaped over two other people to try to bite me. Of course, the worst one I've ever taken on had to have been a professional wrestler. I saw that bastard jump off of a car, do a flip and body slam one of the guys in our group. Once he bit the guy, it was over.

Stopping RABs isn't really too much harder than killing any other person. Since the virus is transmitted through the system by the blood, you can cut them severely enough that they bleed out and they'll die. But that, in some cases, can take a long time to happen and during it, they'll still try to bite you. The best ways are to decapitate them or destroy the brain.

Once a person is bitten, there's only one way to save them. There is no vaccine, no serum and no cure for RAB. The only method that works is amputation and that's only effective if the bite is on an extremity.

There are rumors of a cure. I've heard that scientists have developed a genetic retrovirus that can rewrite an affected person's DNA and eliminate the virus. But to tell you the truth it just sounds like bullshit to me. I keep running into people here that say that there are RAB free places in Europe or Asia. I also run into people from Europe who've come here because they were told that the US or what's left of it, is a RAB free zone.

For now, we just keep doing the same things we always do. We hunt for supplies and check each other often.

As we head back to camp from our latest forage, the thrumming of my car's exhaust system is a pleasant sound. My car is an antique. It's a 2012 Mustang GT. It's left over from when Detroit resurrected the muscle car era. The motor puts out 412 horsepower and the car is ungodly fast. It's also ungodly loud, so most of the time I don't use the motor. My car has also been retrofitted with small electric motors that run on lithium ion batteries in EV mode. When I use the motor, it recharges the batteries. The car's roof, hood and trunk deck lid are solar panels that also recharge the batteries on sunny days.

Normally I run in EV mode. I do that because it's far quieter. I have no need to let packs of RABs know that we're in the area. But I also run EV because I can only get gas when I find it. It isn't difficult to find gas but I have to go through all the effort of pumping it out of the tanks of what used to be gas stations. I've heard that in the old days, all you had to do was to show up at a station and wave a little card and you could put gas in your tank just by sticking a nozzle in your fuel door. I really don't believe that though.

I take a look over at Dana. She's still singing along to some song that she found on the Mustang's huge hard drive full of music. There are literally thousands of songs on it. Most of the music is from 20 or 30 years ago. Dana really likes the category they called "Pop." I really like both the "Metal," songs and the "Rock and Roll" songs. I also like some of the "Country," songs. Neither of us liked the ones they called "Rap," though. It just seemed like a bunch of angry people shouting at each other and complaining about their God damned problems. The "Punk," songs were the same way. Maybe that's why they called them "Punks."

I looked at the center console's display to see what song Dana was listening to. It was a song called, "Walking on Sunshine." I wondered what the hell that even meant.

"Dana, that woman was probably dead before you were born," I laughed. "I doubt that she's walking on anything."

Dana, like my car, is one of a kind. She's short with short brown hair and brown eyes. She has an exotic caste to her face. Her family was originally from Mexico she tells me. She has barely average sized breasts, but I love her thick legs and her ass. Dana's ass is a work of art. I get hard just thinking about it.

I let my hand settle down onto one of her thighs and inch my fingers inwards. She grabs my hand and stops it before it gets to its destination.

"Oh," she says smiling. "You're insulting this poor woman for walking on sunshine, but at the same time your fingers are walking towards pussy."

"Are you trying to stop that woman from walking on sunshine?" I asked.

"Hell no," she says. "I'm singing right along with her."

"Then why are trying to stop my fingers?" I asked. "You should be going along with me too."

"I love you Jer," she says seriously. "So I'm never going to stop your fingers. I just wanted to open up for them. You can do whatever you want and I'll just keep on singing."

"Is that what you call that?" I asked playfully. That was one quip too many and Dana's ample legs snapped shut with the finality of a steel trap. She grabbed my hand and placed it in my own lap. Dana is as cute as they come but she sings like the sound of a rusty gate swinging shut. For some reason though, she doesn't realize it.

"Fuck you Jerry," she snaps. "I sound just like the recording and you know it. You're just jealous of me. Some day when they start paying people to sing again, I'm going to be famous and rich."

"Yeah," I said. "Because when they start paying people to sing again, they'll pay you to shut the fuck up."

"How cold is it going to be tonight?" she asked.

"Dana, how the hell am I supposed to know that?" I asked. "I assume it'll be just like last night. Maybe it'll be a little bit warmer. Maybe it'll be a little bit colder."

"So how exactly did you stay warm last night?" she asked.

"You and I snuggled up in a blanket together like we always do," I said.

"So how are you going to stay warm tonight?" she asked. "Your smart assed mouth has just earned you a night alone."

"Okay," I said casually. "That's fine."

"What do you mean that's fine?" she asked.

"You know," I said. "If it's a warm night, there won't be any problems. I won't need some woman with a giant ass rubbing against me and constantly whispering nasty things in my ears. On the other hand, if it's a cold night, I'm sure the group will look at things and figure out what to do. What with you being the best singer in the group, I'm sure they won't want you to get cold and damage your voice. Our survival does depend a lot on your singing. And in my case, since I'm one of the strongest and fastest men we have, and also one of the better fighters, they won't let me suffer much either."

She looked at me and her mouth dropped open. "What are you talking about Jerry?" she asked.

"Well, I'm sure that one of the other women would sleep with me," I said. I could see anger flash across her eyes.

"I'm sure that I'd kill any bitch that even tried to lie down with you too," she snapped.

"Oh, so you'd rather have me freeze to death than enjoy a comfortable night of rest?" I asked in mock shock.

"I just don't want you sticking your dick where it doesn't belong," she hissed.

"Where does it belong?" I asked.

"In me Jerry," she said, grabbing my hand. "That's the only place it should ever be."

"But if you're unavailable..." I began. "And after all it would only be sex. There wouldn't be any emotional attachment. It would just be for warmth, you know..."

"Jerry, have you ever had sex with anyone other than me?" she hissed angrily.

"Of course not," I said. "But after tonight that may have changed. And maybe by tomorrow you'll have tried someone else too. Maybe we won't even be together anymore."

"Are you out of your fucking mind?" she screamed. "That will never happen. So whoever it is you're fantasizing about, you'd better keep her in your mind and to yourself while you're fucking me. Because if it ever becomes anything else..." I cut her off.

"I only fantasize about you, dummy," I said. "You're the only woman I have in mind."

"Well, I have been with a couple of other men before we got together," she said. "And I didn't like it. I love it with you though, Jer. Sometimes it's all I can think about."

"You're all I ever think about," I said.

"Even with my giant ass?" she whined, grabbing my hand.

"Dana, stop being silly," I said. "I love your ass and you know it. I can hardly keep my hands off of it or anything else."

"I know that Jerry," she smirked. "But I still like hearing it. If you're nice for the rest of the day, I might change my mind about sleeping with you." This time I kept my mouth shut. I think my sarcastic expression blew it for me though.

"What the hell are you smirking about?" she asked smiling.

"I was just trying to imagine a night with your legs not spread and me not between them," I laughed. "I don't think we've had many of those since we've met." She punched me in the shoulder just as we drove up to the wall of our camp.

As my car drove in front of the wall, the gate opened immediately. Two men stood next to the doors of the car and looked over both of us as we got out. I rolled up my pants so they could look at my legs and see that there were no bite marks. To speed things up I just took my jacket and sweater off. Several women walking by stopped and looked. I smiled and put my clothes back on. Dana grumbled and started to take her own top off.

"She doesn't need to," I said. "She never got out of the car."

One of the guys just stared at Dana. "Why didn't you just say so?" he asked.

"I just figured if Jerry is going to give every bitch in camp a free show, I might as well give one too," she said angrily.

"Dana, if you're giving our free shows, don't start from the top, pull your pants down," he quipped. "That's what I want to see."


RABs Ch. 01



"Do you want to see it badly enough to get cut?" I asked. He quickly climbed the ladder back to his perch on the wall.

"What's the matter, Honey?" asked Dana. "Are you jealous?"

"Nope," I said. "I'm not the type that gets jealous. I get over it and move on."

She looked at me strangely and laughed nervously. Then she grabbed my hand and we headed towards the house we shared. Before we got very far, I saw Sven heading in our direction. Sven also known as Sven the Elder was the leader of our group. Sven didn't lead us because he was the best fighter or the best tactician, but because he had a habit of knowing what decisions would be good for the majority of the group. He was also diplomatic enough to explain why some of his decisions were the correct ones.

"Jerry," he said as he intercepted us. "Did you find anything we can use?"

"There were several buildings there," I said. "I didn't get a chance to go inside of them because there were just too many RABs. But I saw a gas station and what looked like a supermarket." He nodded.

"Sven," I said. "This could be a really big deal for us because it's relatively close. The reason we haven't seen it before is because it's one of those small cul de sac towns that you have to get off of the freeway to find. There are no signs on the freeway to even tell you that the town exists. And there's a chain link fence that completely surrounds the town. It looks like the residents tried to keep people out, but instead they just ended up sealing themselves in. There's a hell of a lot of them in there."

"We'll pass," he said. "It just sounds too dangerous."

"I don't know," I said. "The windows in both that gas station and the supermarket are intact. That means that there's a good chance that there's a lot of stuff we could use in there."

"We'd probably lose a lot of people trying to get in there and try to get it too," he said. "We're lucky the two of you weren't hurt going in there."

"I didn't go in there," said Dana. "He never lets me do anything even remotely dangerous. I just spotted for him and spoke to him over the com link to let him know if he was in danger and..."

Sven looked at me crazily. "You went in there alone?" he asked. I just nodded.

"But you're our best scout and probably our best fighter. What would have happened to the rest of us if something had happened to you?" he asked.

"Come on Sven, I was in no danger," I said. "As soon as I made contact, I booked. I didn't try to fight, I just booked. Only one of them was able to keep up with me. That fucker was quick too. I'm telling you he had to have been a track star before..."

"Had to have been?" asked Sven lifting an eyebrow.

"Well, him and my mace didn't really get along," I said. "They had a head to head meeting and his head wasn't as persuasive as the head of my mace, so he lost." Sven just walked away shaking his head.

On our way to our house, we stopped off in the square in the center of town. Women were grilling all kinds of meat over a huge grill. There were vegetables and fruits too. There were even some small cakes and pies tonight. That was something I'd never seen in our camp before. They must have a new cook.

Dana and I grabbed a plate each and filled it with food. Dana also grabbed a pie. I reached for a cup and some of the fruit juice they served but Dana stopped me.

"We still have "B" at home," she reminded me. Our community was relatively well off. We sent all kind of scavengers and scouts out on a daily basis. We sent out long parties and short parties. The long parties went out and were gone for days or weeks at a time. They took things to trade for the supplies they thought we might need. Sometimes they took people to trade services that other communities might need.

We had a large group of skilled metal workers, cooks, and others. We even had an electrician and a computer repair guy. Computers were no longer networked. The cell towers and transmission cables had long since fallen into disrepair. We were fortunate though to have radios and push to talk phones that still worked.

I'm supposedly a fighter, but I also serve as a short range scout. I go out for very short expeditions scouting. The community shares in everything we find. Everyone works for the good of the community. So after a hard day of looking around to find new things and map out areas that we should avoid, Dana and I could grab as much food as we wanted. Common sense did dictate that we shouldn't take more than we could eat though. No one went hungry in our community as long as anyone had food, so there was no need for hoarding. Any behavior that was detrimental to the group was deemed illegal. If you did something illegal you had to go to court where a group of five would decide what to do about the infraction. If it was a more serious matter, the entire group would talk it over after dinner and vote. That usually only happened in cases where the infraction was so severe, that being expelled from the group was possible.

If a person was expelled, he or she was given enough food and water to last for a day. He or she was photographed, tattooed with an X on their shoulder and put outside of the wall at sunrise. They were never allowed to return for any reason although there have been a couple of cases were exceptions were made.

Dana looked at me as she mentioned the "B." It was what we called beer. We'd found some a few weeks ago and had of course turned most of it over to the community, but we'd kept a few cases for ourselves. We hadn't kept enough to consider it hoarding, and beer wasn't an item that was necessary for survival so it wasn't a bad thing. Sven had come by our place several times to relax and have a drink; as had the rest of our close friends who knew about it.

I smiled at her and nodded. As we left the cooking area, a couple of men asked if we wanted to share the details of the hunt we'd just done. One of them was one of the metal workers who were constantly after me.

"Tomorrow," I said. "Tonight I just want to get home, eat and get to bed."

"I'll bet," he laughed, looking at Dana.

"If I were you, I'd probably never get out of bed," he said and laughed.

Dana and I got back to our small house near the main gate. As she opened the door, I handed her my plate and went back to the car. I hooked my recharge cable up to the car and topped off the fuel tank. I liked to have my car full at all times just in case. I also kept a small supply of non-perishable food in the car, also just in case.

The real reason I'd gone back to the car though was to retrieve my mace. Once I got done eating, I needed to clean it and get the chunks of embedded skull off of the mace.

As I walked into the house, Dana was already sitting at the table. She'd also gotten comfortable as she called it. She'd taken her pants off and I could see her thick beautiful legs under the small table.

As she smiled at me, I knew immediately what was on her mind. I sat down next to her and started to eat. We didn't say a word. We just smiled at each other and ate faster and faster, knowing that as soon as we were done, we'd begin.

Before either of us was done eating, someone knocked at our door. "Shit," hissed Dana. "Haven't you told Sven that when the door is closed we don't want visitors?"

I just smiled and went to the door. I opened the door and an absolutely beautiful young woman walked in. She smelled like she'd just taken a bath in roses or something. I was absolutely shocked. Dana stood up immediately.

"Hi," said the woman.

"Hi," I said back, still confused.

"I'm here," she said smiling and staring at me and then she looked around the house.

"Uhm, you're here for what exactly?" I asked.

"I'm here for you," she said.

"The fuck you are," screamed Dana. The woman looked at Dana standing there in her panties and then back at me. Dana stood there glowering at her.

"Is she your sister?" asked the woman.

"Why the fuck are you here?" asked Dana.

"He told me to stop by after I got settled," said the woman. She didn't even look at Dana. It was almost as if she considered Dana not worth her trouble.

"Uhm, when did I say that exactly?" I asked.

"Four days ago, you were out on the road," she began. "A bunch of RABs were chasing my mother and me. My mother couldn't really run and I was trying to hold them off by picking them off one by one so we could get away. I shot as many of them as I could, but there were still three or four of them left when I ran out of bullets. You came along in that yellow car. You got out of the car just as one of them was about to grab my mom. You kicked him in the chest and then slashed his throat with a dagger." She was still smiling even as she recalled the incident.

"You grabbed my rifle from me and crushed the skull of the next one with its stock. You plunged the barrel of the gun through the next one's chest and then jumped up and brought your dagger straight down through the last one's skull." She smiled even brighter as she recounted that.

"That's one blood thirsty bitch," hissed Dana.

"Then you brought my mom and me here, to this settlement," she smiled again. "We were starving and dehydrated when you brought us in. We were covered in dirt and grime and afraid of everything we saw. I tried to thank you and you said I didn't need to. I told you that I had to pay you back for what you'd done for us. You told me to talk to you after I'd had a few days to get my strength back. Well, here I am," she said.

I didn't remember the girl as being this pretty. In fact, when I'd saved her and her mother, I'd thought they were two older women. They were both covered from head to toe, like the women from Arabia were in the old days.

As I looked at the woman now though, I could see why she would have tried to stay covered up. She was beautiful. She had the greenest eyes I've ever seen. Her long, pretty, blond hair seemed to flare out with every twitch of her head. She was probably three or four inches taller than Dana and definitely thinner. Her legs were longer and also thinner than Dana's but still well-proportioned. Her ass, though smaller, was also beautifully shaped. Her waist seemed impossibly tiny and it roared upwards into generous breasts that seemed to be unrestrained under the short dress she wore.

"Uhm, you don't owe me anything," I said nervously. "In fact, that's what I was hoping someone would have told you by now. Having you here and your mother also, of course, makes our community stronger. You can add your skills and abilities to ours and make us better."

"Yeah, my mom is already a part of the cooking staff," she smiled. "My mom loves to cook. Back before the RABs turned the world to shit, my mom was a famous chef. You bringing us here and giving her the opportunity to do what she loves again is a Godsend."

"We're so much better off than we've ever been. The past two weeks have been especially bad. We'd been traveling with a group of people and we got ambushed by a large herd of RABs. My mom and I were lucky enough to get away. Well, maybe it wasn't luck. I shot about eleven of them to cut us a small window through them."

I looked at her crazily. "We were going to die," she said. "They didn't all attack at the same time. I saw them out of the back window of the building we were hiding in. I opened the window and shot a bunch of them. Before anymore came, my mom and I got outside. We hid among the bodies of the ones who'd fallen and when the group of them all went inside to bite everyone else, we ran away. Anyway, after wandering around, we were able to link up with three men and another woman that we knew. After a few days, we joined up with a group of about five guys who seemed to be pretty good fighters. Things were going really well until one of the men, a really big nasty one that I was afraid of, decided that the women had to have sex with all of the men, if we wanted to stay with them. So we're talking about eight men and three women. My mom and the other woman were in their fifties so do the math. Mom and I decided to sneak away in the night. I have no idea what happened to the other woman. "

She looked at me and just shook her head. "Anyway, we'd been on the road for about a day when you found us. I guess our survival skills just aren't what they should be."

"So are you cooking too?" I asked.

"Yes," she said sadly. But as soon as she stopped talking about cooking, her ever present smile was back.

"You aren't happy about cooking?" I asked. "I can help you find another job. What are you good at?"

She looked at me and I knew that I was in trouble. As my eyes met hers, something passed between us. She gave me the most beautiful smile in the world and in the most delicate and feminine voice said, "Shooting."

"Okay, uhm..." I gulped.

"Sandy," she supplied, along with another megawatt smile.

"Okay Sandy," I said. "I'll talk to Sven tomorrow. Have a nice night."

"Oh, I almost forgot," she gushed. "Mom sent you this cake."

"Wow," I said as I closed the door behind her.

"Don't say a fucking word," snapped Dana angrily.

"What?" I asked.

"You didn't tell me anything about her," she said.

"Shit, when I saw them they were wrapped up like dirt covered Burritos," I said. "I didn't know she had the hair or that face or any of it," I said. "I thought she and her mom were both older women. Remember I came home and said that I'd helped two old women?"

"Yeah well, I don't like that bitch. She's too happy. And there's something off about her. She reminds me of someone," said Dana. "I want you to stay away from her."

"Okay," I said. "No problem." I'd already decided to do so anyway. Sandy made me feel weird. I didn't need that.

As I looked back at her, Dana was bouncing up and down. "What the hell are you doing?" I asked laughing.

Dana made her voice sound almost like Sandy's. She bounced up and down holding onto her breasts. "I'm Sandy," she mimicked. "I like shooting things and nobody remembers my face because they're always staring at my giant titties."

I laughed so hard I fell on the floor. "I'm serious, Jerry," she said. "I don't want to see you around that little bitch."

"What's the matter, Honey," I asked, echoing her words. "Are you jealous?"

"I don't get jealous," she said. "I get violent. And I don't want to get expelled and have to be out there on my own. I probably wouldn't survive for very long."

"You'd live for a very, long time," I said. "We'd just find another place. Maybe we'd find a smaller version of this place with only the two of us."

"You'd go with me?" she asked.

"Of course, Dummy," I said. "The two of us are chained together. Where you go, I go."

Dana was standing by where I sat on the floor. Our position brought her panties to eye level. I leaned over and nuzzled her lower stomach.

"Stop it Jerry," she whined. "I'm not in the mood. That bitch pissed me off." I kept at it and caught the elastic part of her panties in my teeth. I jerked my head downwards and pulled them down. I moved my head and grabbed another bite of her waistband in my mouth and tugged her tiny panties over her large hips.

"Jerry," she said sharply, but she made no move to stop me. The tone of her voice had also changed.

I pushed my face against her lightly furred pubes and took a big sniff of her pungent aroma. "Do you want me to go shower or do you want me sweaty?" she asked.

"Why shower when we're only going to get all sweaty all over again?" I asked. "I thought you weren't in the mood?"

"Just shut up," she said. She pulled her panties the rest of the way down and stepped out of them.

I stuck out my tongue and she directed it where she wanted to feel it most. After a few seconds her hips were gyrating and thrusting against my tongue. I licked her slit from top to bottom and back again. She began moaning. I grabbed her hips and locked her in place and circled her clit with my tongue. She placed one and then the other of her thick legs on my shoulders and pulled my face against her vagina as if her life depended on it. "Ooooh," she moaned. "Ohh, shit, Jer, I'm almo..." I stopped and pulled her legs down.

"Why'd you stop," she yelled. "You bastard. I was going to cum. I was so close I could..."

"You were getting ready to scream," I said. "And then everyone would have come running in here to see what was wrong with you, AGAIN. I think some of those older guys just come in here so they can look at you naked and..."

"I'll be quiet," she said sharply. "Talk less, fuck more." She lay down on her back and spread her legs. "Come and get it," she hissed.

I walked over to her shedding clothes as I went. I knelt between her legs and she grabbed onto my already erect member. Her hands gently started rubbing up and down on the sensitive skin of the glans. She popped just the head in her mouth and swirled her tongue over it.

"Let me show you what that teasing shit feels like," she said.

"Let's not," I said. I pulled my dick out of her mouth and pushed her down onto her back roughly. She got an evil gleam in her eyes. As quick as a cat she tried to snap her legs shut, but I was quicker. I got my knee between her legs and forced the other next to it.

Dana's legs are very strong but I slowly pushed them apart with her fighting me all the way. Once I got hem open, she started hitting me. I let the blows rain down on my chest and shoulders as I forced her backwards. I got one of my knees on top of hers and pinned that knee down. Then I did the same to the other. 

She was still hissing and trying to stop me. "So you're going to rape me?" she asked.

"It looks like it," I said. I felt her pussy with one hand while trying to fend off her swings with the other. "Somehow, it won't be hard," I said. "You're sopping wet."

"No Jerry," she said. "I don't want this."

"Who cares?" I said. "I rubbed the head of my dick against her opening.

"Stop it Jerry," she said, still fighting. I leaned forward and pushed gently. There was that wonderful perfect moment as just the head of my dick penetrated her while the rest was still outside of her. Maybe it's the difference in temperatures or the fact that only the head has that wonderful pressure against it while the rest is being squeezed by only air. Maybe it's just anticipation of what's to come. But she felt it too, because as soon as the head of my dick entered her vestibule, all of the fighting stopped.

Her eyes, full of lust and need, turned towards mine. An unspoken question passed between us. I knew that she was only wondering when and how hard that first thrust would come. She needed it as badly as I did. She wanted it just as badly too. Her hips started to make little hunching moments and trying to swallow my dick inside of her depths even as I hesitated.

"Jerry," she hissed as my smile turned cruel. "Don't you fucking dare..." I pulled out of her and sat down.

"What the hell are you doing?" she hissed.

"Dana," I said, with all of the mock seriousness I could manage. "No means, no. You said that you didn't want this. If I forced you to do it that would be like I raped you. I love you. I could never take you against your will. "

"You know I wanted you to fuck me, asshole," she hissed. "It's a God damned game. It's that fantasy of being taken against your will."

"I...I just don't get that," I said. Before I could say anything, Dana flipped one of her thick legs over me and thrust herself at me. She grabbed the end of my dick and positioned it and then pushed forward impaling herself against me."

"Oh, God , I thought you'd never shut up," she said. She pushed me onto my back while keeping us coupled and then started to ride my dick as hard as she could. As her hips worked, she leaned forward and started to kiss me. Her short hair fell all around my face and her perky breasts teased my chest.




RABs Ch. 01



"Jerry, do you know what I want," she whispered in my ear between bites. "I want you to fuck me and cum in me until neither one of us can move. When I'm exhausted, I want you to keep fucking me and..."

"Talk less," I said.

"Fuck more," she finished.

  *   *   *   *   *   *

  Dana

I woke up the next morning tingling all over. I was warm and I just felt like I was in Heaven. Jerry's snores buzzed lightly in my ear. Each buzzing little exhalation caused my neck to tingle. He had one arm thrown protectively around me. That hand was clamped gently over my left breast. His left leg was also thrown over my legs. Although, in his sleep, he protected me and kept me warm. It was as if even his subconscious mind recognized me as the most precious thing in his world.

Just thinking about it made me smile all over again. I yawned and tried to stretch a bit without awakening him. I could have stayed there in his arms for the entire day. But Jerry wasn't like me. As soon as his eyes opened, he'd be ready to begin the day's adventures.

I loved him so much, it was crazy. I actually regret having lied to him the night before. I had almost told him what I'd been thinking about lately, but I'd lied instead. We had enough on our plates already just trying to survive without worrying about things that might never happen.

I had started out by saying, "Jerry, you know what I want," while we were having sex. I'd been just about to tell him that I wanted a baby. But I backed down. Since the time of the RABs, there have been very few children actually born. If you count all of the women that I've run into over the years, I only know two that were ever pregnant.

I guess it's a selfish thing but some of the older women in the community tell me that it's the way it used to be before all of this bullshit happened. It was the most natural thing in the world for a woman who was crazy in love with a man to want to have his baby. But maybe we can go back to the way things used to be. I mean we've already started. Five years ago most of these older women and some of the older men in our community would have been long dead. With almost no ability to fight and protect themselves, they'd have been bitten or dead.

But now, in our community, each person lends his or her skills. Some of us are protectors, and others do other things. Besides just wanting a child for myself, I guess, I'd love the status it would give me. The only reason why I don't have to work as a cook, or a cleaner, or a gofer, or just as a general laborer right now, is Jerry. Since Jerry is so valuable to the community, for his ability to locate supplies and his tactical abilities, no one ever questions what I do or don't do. I guess I'd like some kind of status for myself.

Having a baby and being a fertile woman, would give me that kind of notice. But even as I took a deep breath on pondering it, Jerry's eyes popped open.

"Come on, Dana," he said instantly. "We've got things to do today."

"We always have things to do," I told him. "I'm staying right here in this bed."

"Okay, Honey," he said. "I'll see you when I get back." In a flash, he was out of the bed and heading for our bathroom. We were very fortunate. There are only six or seven houses in the compound that actually have running water. We're one of them. I think Sven has something to do with that. I also think that Sven sees Jerry running the community when he's too old to do it anymore.

The icy water of the shower cascades down on him. I gingerly get into the shower pushing myself against him for warmth.

"I thought you were staying in bed all day?" he asked.

"Where you go, I go," I grumbled.

We went over to the cooking area and waved to several of the older women who were cooking. We saw that woman from the night before. Even as she tried to cook, there were at least three men smiling at her. When she saw us, she smiled and waved, mostly at Jerry. I waved back at her, but I guess my hands weren't working well that morning because only my middle finger was up when I waved.

After we finished eating, we headed for the car. There seemed to be some kind of trouble at the gate. Jessie Flint, one of the huge guys who guarded the gate seemed to be yelling down to someone.

Jerry ran over to the gate and climbed the ladder up to the walkway near the top. He spoke to someone down there as I sat on his car. I saw him gesture for the gate to be opened. As the gate was opening he jumped down off of the wall along with Jessie and his partner Fred.

A giant of a man walked into the gate. The guy had to be at least six foot six. He was easily over two hundred and fifty pounds. He had long shiny dark hair and his skin was very tan. He smiled at me and I noticed his very white teeth. He looked like that old time movie star Antonio Banderas. He carried a very long spear that appeared to be really heavy.

Jessie started talking to him. Jessie was also huge. He was about the same size as the newcomer but not nearly as sexy. My poor Jerry seemed like a hobbit next to those two.

Jessie told the guy that he'd have to give up his weapons and submit to a bite inspection before he could be allowed to visit.

The newcomer started trying to charm Jessie. He talked about wanting to find a home and how skilled a fighter he was. I could tell that Jerry was getting bored. I was too. The new guy should have just let them check him. We all had to do it. It was necessary for safety. RAB sometimes struck immediately and other times you had up to eighteen hours before you started foaming at the mouth like a maddened pit bull.

The new guy was still trying to bullshit his way out of turning over his weapons. He was telling Jessie how great a fighter he was and how lucky we were to have him. "Okay, I'm bored. If you can't obey the rules," said Jerry yawning. "You can't come in." 

"What if I prove to you that I'm a great fighter," said the new guy.

"We don't care," yawned Jerry. "We've got lots of good fighters. We really need electricians and techs. If I could find a fucking plumber, I'd give the bastard anything he wants just to stay here. Fighters are a dime a gross. Everyone has to fight. That's the good thing about being here with us. You don't have to fight to survive."

"But I'm not good," said the new guy. "I'm God damned spectacular."

Jerry just snorted. "I'll bet," he said.

"I'll give you a demo," said the new guy. "I'll have a little match with your big friend here, just to show you."

"Fuck that," said Jerry. "No matter how that shapes up, I lose."

"How?" asked the new guy. I noticed that Sven had made it to the gate. He hadn't said anything yet, even though it was his decision. I think he wanted to see how Jerry would handle it.

"Well, if you are some legendary fighter, like you claim, which again we don't really need," said Jerry. "And you beat Jessie up. Then I can't go on my expedition today because I have to replace him on the wall. On the other hand, if Jessie kicks your ass, then he'll spend the rest of the day bragging about it, which again isn't good for my security. I'll tell you what...since I lose no matter what happens. You can just fight me."

"Huh?" asked the new guy. He looked down at Jerry. My Jerry, with his short brown hair and amazing blue eyes is only about five foot eight inches. He only weighs about a hundred and eighty pounds but it's all muscle. I didn't like the idea of Jerry fighting that guy, but I could tell he wanted to do it.

Then the guy looked at me. "I won't hurt him too badly, mamacita," he sneered at me. Jerry looked at me as if I'd done something. While Jerry's head was turned, the big guy moved. It was a cheap shot. He swung the spear in an arc intending to sweep Jerry's feet out from under him. Jerry quickly leaped over the end of the spear, just in time to have the big man swing the other end around in a higher arc.

But it was as if Jerry had expected the low-high trick. Even as he'd leapt over the low swing he'd ducked at the same time so the high swing passed over his head. The big guy had committed himself and the higher swing put him in a vulnerable position. Jerry kicked out with his legs as soon as he landed on the ground and knocked the big guy's legs out from under him. He brought the tip of his mace down and just tapped the big guy's forehead.

"Well, legendary fighter," he said. "That's how the legend ends."

"You caught me by surprise," lied the new guy. Everyone there laughed. We'd all seen how he'd attacked Jerry while Jerry was looking at me. "Two out of three?" he whined.

"Okay," sighed Jerry. He hadn't unsheathed the sword on his back yet. He looked as if he was thinking about it, when the big guy swung his spear in a quick thrust. Jerry dodged the thrust, but the big guy had expected him to. He immediately swung the spear in a big arc that was too high to leap over and just low enough that ducking under it would have left Jerry vulnerable.

Jerry turned as if he were trying to stay parallel with the spear's arc. He turned into it and caught the initial impact on the handle of his mace. He grabbed the spear in both hands and continued turning with it. When he stopped turning, he'd snatched the spear out of the big guy's hands and had the point of the weapon at the confused man's throat.

"Whoah!" said the guy in confusion. "You've got some moves." Jerry just sighed and dropped the spear. The big guy picked the spear up. "Three out of five," he yelled, swinging the spear at Jerry. This time the result was different. Jerry looked up just in time to block the spear with his mace. "Good block," yelled the guy. Jerry pulled downwards, hooking the spear with the flanges of his mace. He pressed downwards until the tip of the spear touched the ground. Then he raised his left leg and stomped downwards on the spear, snapping the shaft. At the same time that his foot hit the ground, he flipped the heavy mace to his left hand and drew his sword with his right hand. He brought the flat of the razor sharp Katana down onto the man's shoulder. The keen edge was facing towards the big man's neck. One quick flick of Jerry's wrist would result in a legendary beheading.

"Are we done with the fucking games?" Jerry hissed. I was shocked because Jerry almost never lost his temper. The entire crowd that had gathered to watch was silent. Jerry could have ended it there and no one would have said a word.

"I just wanted to see exactly how good you are," smiled the big guy.

"How good any of us is at fighting doesn't matter," said Jerry. "We only fight RABs. We support each other and work together. We don't fight each other and we don't bullshit or take cheap shots. We have to depend on each other for survival. If we can't trust each other, we're all less safe because sooner or later, we all need someone to watch our back." The big man stood there with a shit eating grin on his face. The people in the crowd all nodded at what Jerry had just said.

"Whether you go or stay isn't up to me," said Jerry. "You're pretty strong and we could use that strength. I've already told you that we're not really looking for fighters. And you don't seem to be as legendary as you claimed. Jessie probably would have mopped up the floor with you. If you'd tried those sneaky things on him, you'd probably be dead. It's Sven's decision whether or not you stay here. I don't care one way or another, but we do judge people more by their actions than their excuses. Since your spear is broken, I guess we don't have to worry about whether or not you turn it over anymore. Talk to the metal workers and see if they can make you one with a shaft made of aluminum. It might bend but it won't snap like the wooden one did."

"But I won't be as fast, with the extra weight of the metal shaft," said the man.

"You're not fast now," said Jerry. "But I'm sure you can get another wooden shaft if you'd prefer. Tell them that I owe you one."

I grabbed Jerry's hand and we headed for our car. Sven came over. "Where are you headed today?" he asked.

"There's a place on what used to be the east side that I wanted to check out," said Jerry. "It used to be a mail order store. Since they didn't sell guns or food, I'm pretty sure I might be able to find what I'm looking for. But I have a list of other items that we need. The small things I'll try to bring back with me. The bigger ones I'll mark on my map so we can send someone else after them." Sven nodded.

"Be careful," he said.

As we got into the car, I felt eyes on me. I turned and saw the big new guy staring at me. He smiled at me as we made eye contact. I had to admit that there was an attraction between us. I might even play it up a little bit to make Jerry jealous. Men needed to be kept on their toes a bit.

We drove for the first half hour or so in silence. I didn't turn on the music because I needed to watch the meter to determine how much charge we had left in the batteries. If possible we wanted to make the entire trip on batteries. Every bit of juice we used was important.

I could tell that Jerry was pissed. Seeing him fight always made me want to just fuck him wherever we were. I reached out for his hand and stroked his wrist. He pulled his hand away from me.

"What did I do?" I asked.

"It's not you," he snapped. "It's that bastard back at the camp. He's a real snake in the grass. He's fucking sneaky. I don't think we can trust him. I should have killed him."

"Jerry, he's still in survival mode," I said. I used the same words he'd told me about so many other people we'd allowed to join the community. And it was true. When a lot of people first came to us they were so accustomed to having to fight just for scraps of food or to have a warm place to sleep, that they had to adjust to living and sharing with others."

He quickly turned and looked at me. "You like him, don't you?" he asked.

"Well, he's a good looking guy," I said. And I shouldn't have. I saw it as soon as the words left my mouth. Jerry's thoughts and reactions, like his movements, are amazingly quick. He grabbed the E-brake and jerked the wheel to the side. The car quickly reversed itself and faced the opposite direction.

"Why the hell did you do that?" I asked.

"I'm going to take you back," he said. "I'm sure Sven will be charmed into letting that asshole stay. He's big on that whole "innocent until proven guilty" theory. Maybe you can help him settle in. The two of you were made for each other. You've both got that whole Latin thing going on. Who am I to stand in the way of true love?"

The thing about Jerry, and I'd learned this a long time ago, was that he was like some kind of wolf. Wolves can make great ad faithful pets, because they're really just stronger, more cunning dogs that haven't been civilized. The problem is that while once again they can be pets, you can't ever turn your back on them, because at the drop of a hat their teeth will be at your throat.

Jerry, as much as I love him, is a killer. The big guy back at the camp is a fighter. There's a difference. Fighters fight. They train to have long matches and to punish their opponents until they can't continue. Jerry on the other hand is trained to and has no qualms about dealing death in seconds. Unlike the guy back at the camp, he doesn't try to batter his opponents or knock them down. His moves are designed to simply end lives.

Jerry loves me too. I know that, as well as I know my name. But in a split second, he'd decided that I had been given a choice between him and some guy whose name I didn't know, and somehow to him it seemed like I'd picked the other guy.

"Honey, please calm down," I said calmly. I was hoping that if I kept my voice calm, it would help to calm him down as well. "You're overreacting. For some reason, you've decided that you're angry. I get that you're pissed at that guy for taking a cheap shot at you. But it didn't matter, you won. But even after it's over, you're still angry. You've decided that you just don't like him. And since I told you the same thing you've told me about lots of other people, your anger has become jealousy and you're about to let your jealousy mess up the best thing that either one of us has in life." He sat there staring straight ahead as if he was thinking about it.

"Jerry, why are you jealous anyway?" I asked. "You're the only man I ever pay any attention to. Last night at the gate, Jessie talked about my ass right in front of you and you didn't even budge."

"I trust Jessie," he said.

"If anyone should be jealous," I said. "It's me. I haven't forgotten that little blond bitch that showed up at our house..."

"That's different," he said.

"How?" I asked. "She clearly more than likes you. All I did was to tell you that the new guy doesn't understand our ways yet."

"She's only that way because I saved her life and her mother's. She'll get over it. And please note that I have not once defended her to you. I also haven't made any moves towards her or even tried to speak to her," he spat. "So why are you defending that asshole?"

I couldn't think of a single reason why I had. Anything I said would have simply made Jerry more jealous. Most men simply don't understand that not everything has to be settled with a fight or a contest. If I'd told the truth and said that the guy was attractive. Jerry would have simply assumed that it meant that the guy was more attractive than he is; which isn't true. No matter what I said, it would have only got me into more trouble. So I changed the subject.

"We're wasting the batteries, Honey," I said. "Where did you plan on going anyway?"

"I've been looking at the maps a lot lately," he said. "I found the place I've been looking for."

"The museum store?" I asked. He just nodded. "I also found that electronics store and a couple of others." I looked at the map.

"We're pretty close," I said. "We could be there in an hour. It would probably only take us a half hour to an hour in each place. We could be home by lunch time. Why'd you tell Sven we'd be gone until evening?"

"Look at the sky," he said. It was getting cloudy. "We're probably going to have a couple of afternoon showers. I was going to stop off in the hills on our way back."

Even as he said it, my panties got wet. The first time that Jerry and I had sex had been in the hills. The great thing about it was that they were these huge mounds of grass and dirt that had grown over whatever used to be there. You could see anyone approaching for miles in any direction. We'd just laid out a blanket and spent the entire afternoon fucking. Doing it just after a spring shower, with the air fresh and cool and the sun not beating down on you would be heavenly.

There was also the fact that I am at heart a screamer. The hills were about twenty miles away from our camp so I could scream my fucking head off and just let go. I think Jerry had planned it all because of what I'd said the day before.

Even as my hand involuntarily slipped off of my leg to a more intimate position, Jerry's foot hit the accelerator.

"Jerry, we're going the wrong way," I said. "You're still heading back home."

"The Mustang isn't acting right," he said. "I'd better take her home just in case. I'll come back tomorrow if she checks out."

"You mean WE will, right?" I asked. Jerry didn't say a word. I knew then that he had a bug up his ass and we were in for a stormy time.

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  Jerry

  We got back home and I went through all of the motions of checking out my car. I'd known from the beginning that there was nothing wrong with her. But it wasn't like giving her a little bit of extra attention would hurt anything. Dana hung around trying to help me, but as I withdrew further and further inside of myself, she just told me that she'd wait for me in the house.

  As I wiped down and polished my chrome rims, Henry came walking up behind me with that big asshole I'd fought before.




RABs Ch. 01



He smiled at me and extended his hand. "Diego," he said. I showed him that my hands were oily.

  "I don't want to get you covered in motor oil," I said.

  "Uh Jerry, I'm showing Diego around town," said Henry. I gave him a subtle but very clear look that told him exactly how I felt. "Uh we'll let you get back to your uhm, cleaning," he said.

  Almost as soon as I got done cleaning the car, it rained. I didn't care. The shower as I'd thought turned out to be relatively short and very mild.

  I went to see Jessie after the storm.

  "Hey Jess," I said.

  "Hey Jer," he replied.

  "Jessie, do we need any more shooters?" I asked.

  "Not really," he said. "But isn't that your call?" I shrugged my shoulders.

  "Who'd you have in mind?" he asked. "Please tell me that you weren't thinking about that ass-wipe from this morning."

  "No, I had someone else in mind," I said. "Well, you could always just test him and if he's not good enough put him somewhere else. If he is good enough, we do have a couple of guys that might not mind doing something else. Shooting can be pretty boring."

  "It's not exactly a "HE," I said. He just shrugged his shoulders and nodded.

  Twenty minutes later, I was back on the wall with Sandy. The woman had taken one look at me when I'd gone into the cooking area and bolted for me. "What would you like to eat?" she asked enthusiastically. "What are you looking for?" 

"You," I said laughing. It was funny. She seemed giddy. She had a smile on her face like she'd just found the cure to RAB and the world had declared her a hero. She took off her apron and simply dropped it on a table. She took off her hairnet and dropped it too.

"Shouldn't you tell someone that you're leaving or that you'll be back later?" I asked.

"Mom, Sarah!" she yelled and then pointed at me. Both women nodded their heads and she grabbed my hand.

"What was that?" I asked confused. "Was that some kind of signal?"

"My mother and Mrs. Parker are always making jokes about me, when it comes to you," she said. "They always say that if you started up a cult or wanted a group of people to jump off of a cliff with you, I'd probably fight to be the first one in line." She shrugged her shoulders and smiled. "Mrs. Parker says that if your wife is ever shot, they won't really need to hunt for the killer."

"Are you ready?" I asked, trying to change the subject. I wasn't used to anyone throwing themselves at me that aggressively. It was kind of weird. I was pissed at Dana, but I just didn't see myself with anyone else, ever.

"If you're involved, I'm ready for anything," she gushed. I led her over to the wall. I introduced her to Jessie. Jessie handed her a rifle with a hunting scope on it.

"Okay, uhm..." he began.

"Sandy," she reminded.

"There are three green bottles about fifty yards out," he said. "Let's see how many shots it takes you to hit them."

She looked at him and smiled. "Probably two, but let's see," she said. Jessie looked at her as if she was crazy. She fired off a shot and the bottle on the left side disappeared.

"Okay, that was the easy one," she said. "This gun pulls about two inches to the right over the fifty yards. So let's adjust for that and..." she gently squeezed the trigger again. Jessie who'd been watching through the binoculars put them down and shook his head.

"How the hell did you do that?" he asked.

"The last two bottles were touching each other," she said. "I figured if I hit the crease between them I could take out both bottles. Honestly, I thought you'd want me to do something harder like take out the blue bottles a little father out or the red ones behind them."

"I can barely see the red bottles through the binoculars," he said. "Take out the blue bottle in the center."

She smiled and raised the rifle. It took her less than a second to prepare and then she squeezed the trigger. "Take out the red bottle on the left side," said Jessie. This shot took her a little bit more time, but Jessie shook his head and smiled.

"So Jess, do you think she can be a shooter?" I asked.

"Hell no," he said. I looked at him strangely. "I think she's THE shooter. She's probably the best shot in camp." Sandy started jumping up and down and hugging me.

"Jessie, can you let Sven know what's going on, with her?" I asked. "Sandy, you let your mom and the women in the cooking area know that you're changing jobs so they can take you off of their schedule."

"They're going to be pretty happy about that," she smirked. "My mom says I can burn air. Everything I cook tastes like charcoal. Trust me they won't miss me." She jumped up and gave me another little hug.

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  Dana

  I'd gone home for a while to give Jerry some time. From past experience, I knew that once he got pissed, time was the only thing that would make it better. After a couple of hours, he still hadn't come home, which wasn't unusual. I'd seen him spend three or four hours washing that car, but I missed him so I decided to check on him.

  As I walked through the town I saw the Mustang, but Jerry wasn't near it. I heard gunshots from the wall. That wasn't unusual. Sometimes roving band of RABs came near our complex and we shot them. That's pretty much what the shooters do.

  What pissed me off was the person doing the shooting. It was that bitch, Sandy who had the crush on Jerry. She was wearing some very short shorts and a top that was barely a T-shirt. She took a couple of more shots and the next thing I knew she was hugging Jerry. Then they exchanged a few more words and she started hugging him again.

  I went from confident that our tiff would blow over, to full on pissed off in a heartbeat. My temper had always been one of my weaknesses, but I let it get the better of me. I turned away from the wall, intending to head home. I ran straight into the new guy.

  He was even bigger up close and his teeth were even whiter. As we bumped into each other awkwardly, our arms and hands went everywhere. Somehow one of his hands ended up on one of my breasts and even when the moment was over he hadn't moved it.

  "Get your fucking hand off of me," I spat.

  He smiled the most charming smile with those huge too-white teeth. "It was purely an accident senorita," he said.

  "Then why the hell is it still on my tittie?" I asked, brushing his hand away.

  "We live in a very perilous time," he said. "...So each moment that we live could be our last moment alive. When I do happen to do something pleasurable, I tend to enjoy it for as long as I'm allowed."

  "I don't think it was an accident," I said. My voice had lost a lot of its sharpness and even my anger was starting to fade.

  "Trust me," he said, smiling at me lustily. "If I got to pick where my hands went, they'd have landed on your ass. I have huge hands but I'm not sure they'd be big enough to grab all of it."

  A wave of heat went through me. I thought again about my idea of making Jerry jealous and using this idiot to do it. At first I'd dismissed the idea as unnecessary after what we'd done the night before and the way we'd awakened just this morning with me wrapped in both his arms and his love. But now, with Jerry angry at me over nothing and that little blond bitch throwing herself at him, maybe Jerry needed to know exactly what he stood to lose.

  I'd have to be very careful though. This was very dangerous territory. Jerry was extremely volatile. He'd already proven that as big as this guy was, he was no threat. But I wasn't sure I could contain things if they got out of hand. Violence among the people in camp was frowned upon, but Jerry was so important to the community, that I was sure that given the right provocation, he could in fact, get away with murder.

"But you'd be willing to try to grab all of it, right?" I asked, batting my eyes at him.

"Hell yeah!" he said.

"I don't know," I said. "I'm not even sure you could handle me. I'm kind of wild. And from what I'm seeing, you're not too good at anything. I mean, you told us you were some legendary fighter, and we saw how that turned out."

"Shit, baby, that guy was a freak. He's mean as hell and crazy fast. But really I'm more of a lover than a fighter," he said smiling. As we talked, he'd pushed me back between two of the buildings.

"As a matter of fact, I've got three kids out there that can prove that," he said, rubbing his huge hands up and down my side. I was stunned.

"You have three children?" I asked. That was unheard of. "Are they all from the same woman?"

"Nope, three different women," he said.

"Where are they?" I asked. "And where are your children?"

His face turned sad. "It's a tough world out there," he said again. "I was never involved of the raising of the children. I'm just not the daddy type. But two of the women couldn't run fast enough. They got bit. There was nothing I could do about it. When you're overrun and swamped, sometimes you have to concentrate on doing all you can to survive."

"So how many times do you have to have sex with a woman to get her pregnant?" I asked.

"Shit, once is enough," he smiled. "But it's never taken more than two or three times. Why are you asking me questions like that?" He smiled his big bright smile again. "You want a baby don't you?"

I looked away from him. He didn't like that. He pushed me against the building. "Stop it," I said.

"Why," he asked. All of his charm fell away. "The time for being nice is over, baby," he sneered. "We each have something that the other one wants. It's time for us to deal."

"I don't think so," I said. "This was a dumb idea."

"Nope, it was the best idea you've ever had," he said. "We can help each other and it won't be bad, but we have to understand each other and be honest. I like it here. I want to stay for a while. But for right now, I'm a fucking visitor. That shit burns me up. I'll tell you why in a hot second. You guys are safe and secure and you have all of this fucking food and you have running water and just so much shit it's crazy. I don't want to leave here, ever. But that old guy has me on some kind of probation. I think my staying here depends on how I get along with the people here. Some of them in particular." He gave me his big fake smile again.

"Your man is one of the most important for me to impress and I'm pretty sure I fucked that up. You have to give me credit for trying though. Let's face it, I'm a survivor. I had to understand exactly how good he is just in case I ever had to face him. We were playing two completely different games from the beginning. To him it was just casual sparring. But, me? Shit, I threw everything I had at that little motherfucker and it didn't even faze him. The only way I'd go up against that bastard would be in the dark while he was asleep. 

From the way he acted towards me when that other idiot took me around on the tour of the town, I get the impression that he doesn't like me much, so I have to win him over. You can help me with that. You could also help me with the rest of these sheep right?" I nodded.

"In exchange for that, I'll give you what you want. But make no mistake about it. I don't want to be the father of any brat. So from day one, you're going to have to convince your man that the kid is his. I wanted to fuck you as soon as I saw you. I wouldn't mind doing that a lot, but don't try to turn me into daddy material because it won't work. Do we have a deal?"

I nodded my head. "Yeah, but why were you so shocked that they put you on probation?" I asked.

"Because you and I have the same fucking enemy," he spat.

"I don't have any enemies," I said laughing at him.

"Oh no?" he asked. "I can't imagine that you'd be too cozy with that little bitch your husband just plucked out of the kitchen."

"What do you have against her?" I asked.

"It's all a misunderstanding," he said. "She and her mother were with a bunch of people that I traveled with for a while. They somehow got the idea that we intended to force the women to have sex with us. I've never had to force a woman to do anything. Once they got a hold of my dick, I have to fight them off. Anyway, the two of them snuck off in the middle of the night and left roughly eight guys arguing and fighting over one old woman. Our group didn't last very long after that. And there are so many women here that I'm pretty sure I'll have more than one woman of my own after our business is complete. But remember, this is your call. I'll be expecting you to hold up your end of the deal. If you don't, the consequences will be severe."

I didn't feel threatened by him at all. He failed to remember how easily Jerry had beaten him. Jerry would never let him lay a glove on me. I smiled.

"Don't look so smug missy..." he said. "I'm not that stupid. I know in a serious fight I wouldn't stand a chance. There are too many good fighters here. I'm going to love having them make sure that I survive. But if I have to leave here, you're going to regret it too... because if I have to leave here, I'll tell them about our deal. So you need to be sure that you want this too."

"When can we do this?" I asked. "I want to do it and get it over with."

"You say that now," he smiled. "Once we get started, you're not going to want it to end. But now is a really good time. The old guy was talking about some kind of meeting, with your husband and a few other guys, some kind of council or something."

"Yes," I said. "The council usually meets once a week and they take at least an hour or two."

I pointed out our house to him and told him to meet me there in a few minutes. I told him to come around the back so no one would see me let him in. the back of our house faced a section of the wall so there shouldn't be anyone back there.

I took the long route and headed towards the gate. I saw Jerry talking to Sven and Jessie and a couple of more of the older men in the camp. I also saw that little blond bitch still tagging along. I felt like wringing her fucking neck. I understood Jerry's feeling about the new guy all of a sudden. There was a difference though. The big guy was not actively seeking to displace Jerry in my life and even if he tried, he wouldn't be able to. He would serve one purpose and once that was done, I'd never speak to him again. It was like he said. We each needed something from the other. After our business was complete, we were done. From listening to him talk and seeing how fake his smile was, I didn't like him very much either. And I knew he was lying to me about what he'd said about Sandy and her mother. But if there was even a chance that he could give me a baby, it was worth the risk.

For me, there actually wasn't much risk. Jerry and I got angry at each other all the time, but nothing seemed to break us up for long. He'd said it himself more times than I could remember. "There is nothing on this planet that is more important to me than you, Dana," he'd said. I smiled thinking about the previous night when I'd told him that I might get expelled from the community, if I killed that little blond bitch. He'd quickly told me that he'd go with me. I was sure that if the shit hit the fan, things wouldn't be good between us for a while, but I could get him back. As a matter of fact, if things did go south, I could just blame it on jealousy over him spending time with Sandy. I smiled thinking about it. Maybe Sandy did have her uses after all?

A few moments later I opened the back door to my house and let the big idiot in. Within moments I realized that I'd made a mistake. He roughly pulled my shirt up and started mauling my tits. Then he pulled my skirt down and tried to force himself between my legs.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I asked.

"What we came here for," he said. "We don't have all day." He pulled his pants down. He wasn't wearing underwear. His dick was the biggest one I'd ever seen, not that I'd seen many. It was the length and thickness of my arm. I got a little bit excited just wondering whether or not he could get it inside of me. He might split me in half with that thing.

He pushed me down on the sofa and lined his dick up with my opening. It hurt badly. I wasn't even nearly wet enough for him.

"Wait, stop," I said. "You don't know how to do this do you?"

"No one has complained yet," he sneered. Then I realized something. He had probably never had a woman of his own. All of the women he fucked, he'd probably raped. He didn't know anything about how to please a woman. This was all about his pleasure.

"Give me a minute," I said. I went into our bedroom and got a tube of the lube that we used when Jerry and I had anal sex. I coated his dick with it and squirted it inside of me as well. "Take it really slow until I get used to it," I said.

I was glad I told him that because he pushed it inside of me and it felt like someone was ramming a tree into my vagina. It hurt so bad I could barely breathe. Once he got it all inside of me, I felt fuller than I ever had in my life. He started moving it in and out of me, but once again all I felt was pressure. Jerry was much smaller but he knew what I liked. Jerry could play my body like a fiddle. I loved it when he leaned in and the base of his dick rubbed my button. I also loved it when he sucked my breasts while telling me how much he loved me. Sometimes Jerry was very gentle and other times he was rough as hell, but every time I felt his love for me.

As the big idiot on top of me grunted and sawed away, I felt nothing but stretched, and used. "I told you you'd love it," he said. "Tell me you want it. Tell me you want me to fill that little pussy up."

I want you to fill that little pussy up," I parroted. Then he did. I have to admit that I felt it when he came inside of me. There was so much sperm that I couldn't deny that I was probably pregnant. There was sperm running down my legs and onto the sofa. Then he collapsed on top of me.

"That took a lot out of me," he said.

"Just get out of here before Jerry comes home," I said.

"Stop pretending," he said. "You know you liked it. Next time, we're going to do it doggy style."

"What next time?" I asked. "We're done. I'll start buttering you up to Jerry tonight."

"I told you once is good," he said. "But you were kind of tight. I told you it might take two or three times just to be sure." He was smiling at me and I knew it was bullshit.

"You just want to fuck me again," I said.

"Do you really want to risk all of this and not end up with a baby?" he asked. "We may as well do it right and not have to go through this again. By the time you figure out that you're not pregnant, I might have a woman of my own and not be willing to help you. Once or twice more won't hurt anything."

As soon as I got him out the door, I felt a pang of guilt, I cleaned up the sofa and the area around it so thoroughly that no sign of what I'd done was left. Then I took a shower and stayed in the icy water for as long as I could. I'd hear old wives tales about not rinsing myself out just in case his sperm were still trying to reach my womb. As long as his dick was I was sure that he shot a huge amount of it directly inside my womb but I waited anyway. I showered again and hour later and thoroughly cleaned myself.

Then I cried over what I'd done. I imagined how I'd feel if Jerry had done what we'd just done with that awful woman, Sandy or anyone else. I told myself that it was all done with good intentions in mind. Not only Jerry but our entire community needed children, if we were to survive. Maybe that big asshole could get several women pregnant and start the next generation.

The one thing I was sure about was that Jerry was going to suffer tonight. I was going to fuck him until his dick fell off. I was going to have him in every hole in my body at least twice. I was going to do it for two reasons. The first is because I belonged to Jerry. He got more sex and more kinds of sex than anyone else ever had or would get from me because I was his. There was also the fact that besides guilt, I hadn't cum with what's his name and I was horny. Finally, I had to make sure that Jerry realized that I could and would do things that Sandy couldn't think of for him.




RABs Ch. 01



Well, that was the way I'd planned it. Unfortunately, it didn't work that way. Jerry stayed away from the house until nearly bed time. When he came in he barely even looked at me and didn't speak to me. I wanted to cry. Not only did we not have sex, he didn't even sleep with me. My stomach tied itself up in knots. I kept thinking that he could look at me and tell what I'd done.

When I heard him moving around the next morning, I realized that he'd planned on leaving without even speaking to me. This had already been the longest period of time in my memory that we'd been apart. I wasn't going to let it continue.

"Where are we going?" I asked. He barely turned to face me.

"By "WE" do you mean, me and you separately, or you and Diego?" he asked. Well at least I knew the bastard's name now. And I may have given something away because, I had no idea if Jerry was simply still jealous from the previous day or if someone had said something.

"Jerry, there is no, "me and Diego," I said. "There's only me and you. But if you want to mess up what we have, go ahead. But you'll regret it."

"Is that some kind of threat?" he asked. I realized then exactly how angry he was. This was far beyond the level of jealousy I'd expected. I mean I was a bit jealous of Sandy. She's a really pretty woman and on paper, she's prettier than me and built far closer to the standard archetypes of beauty that society expects. But deep down, I knew that no matter how pretty she is, Jerry loves me and he'd never pick her over me. My stomach turned again because I realized that I'd given him a reason to do just that. Surely he'd understand that he is the only man I had ever loved or ever would love. Diego meant less than nothing to me.

"Jerry, I love you," I said. "Why would I want to make threats? I just want you to know that it wouldn't be good for us not to be together. Remember how happy we were just 24 hours ago? That's the way we're supposed to be."

"You mean before you took that big asshole's side against me?" he said. "Look, if you like him that fucking much, you can have him. I'm sure the two of you will do fine out there."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Sven gave him a week to see if he fits in," he said. "He doesn't."

"What has he done?" I asked. Jerry looked at me and his lip tightened. I could see that any show of interest was a mistake. I'd just driven us even farther apart.

"Pissed me off, for one thing," he said. "I hate that bastard so I've already put in a no vote. All of the people who stand with me will." I realized then that I was in trouble, because almost everyone would probably stand with Jerry. Diego had better start making friends quickly.

"Why do you hate him so badly?" I asked.

"Why the fuck do you like him so much?" he fired back.

"I don't like him," I said. "I don't care about him one way or another. But you seem to have just an outright irrational hatred of the man. I've never seen you like this before."

"First off, he tried to hurt me and did it in sneaky ways during our battle," he spat. "You can't trust him. He has no honor, so nothing means anything to him. You can't trust his words. You can't trust his deeds. We don't need him," he said. "Secondly, he spent all of that time before we fought staring at you. And you never turned away. You even positioned yourself so he could get a better look. If you want him, he's all yours. You should go over to the craftsman's area and get yourself some better shoes made before you two leave. The road can be hell on your feet."

"Jerry, I...I..." I began. But he was already grabbing one of his endless supplies of maces and his favorite sword and leaving the house.

I threw on some clothes. I didn't take the time to put together a good outfit. I just dressed in whatever I could find and ran out of the house after him.

I figured that he'd head for the food tents first, especially if he was heading out of camp. I went there and figured that if anyone knew where Jerry was sitting or going, it would be Sandy. I looked around for her and didn't see her either.

I walked over to her mother. "I'm sorry, I know that we've never met, but is your daughter working this shift?" I asked.

The woman smiled at me. "Dana, Sandy doesn't work in the kitchen anymore. And that's a good thing for all of us. The girl couldn't cook to save her life," she said. "Jerry got her a test yesterday and got her a job doing what she'd good at. She's a shooter on the wall now."

I liked the old lady. She just made me feel good. But what she's said made me feel shitty. Jerry had simply done what he'd told Sandy he'd do. He got her a chance to help us all out by doing what she was good at doing. I had no reason to be jealous. I felt even worse about what I'd done.

When I got out of the food tent, the gate was already closing. I looked along the wall and saw several trucks of varying sizes and a couple of cars but Jerry's Mustang was gone. I had no idea where he was going or even who he'd taken with him in place of me.

I ran over to the wall with tears streaming down my face. This was the first time that Jerry had gone out without me since he was allowed to travel alone.

"Jessie," I called out.

"He's not here," said Herb, another of the huge guys who worked the wall. "He doesn't start until after his breakfast."

"Where is Jerry going?" I asked.

"I'm not supposed to tell anyone things like that," he said.

"Herb, it's me," I said.

"Sorry Dana," he said. "But I actually don't know."

"He said that he was going to go ahead and do what he didn't do yesterday," said Sandy quietly.

"Thank you," I said. "Who's spotting for him instead of me?"

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"RABs attack in packs most of time," I said. "We go out in packs too. Jerry does go out without large groups if he's only scouting locations or supplies. But even then he has to take a spotter. He has to have someone to sit in the car from a vantage point and watch his back. You know, to let him know if anyone is behind him or sneaking up on him or blocking his escape route." Even as I explained, I could see the growing unease on her face.

"He went out alone," she said. "No one went with him."

"He did what?" screamed Sven over my shoulder. "Sometimes I just don't know what the fuck gets into him. It's not like he doesn't have a hundred God damned swords already. And he doesn't use the ones our smiths make. Those guys are good. They'd make him anything he damned well pleases. But he's out there skulking through museums because he prefers antique weapons. God damn that guy."

He handed a long package up to Sandy, who looked too shocked to take it. Then he turned to me. "What the hell is going on between the two of you?" he snapped.

"Why are you making me the designated asshole?" I asked.

"Because you're the only person he trusts to watch his back," he spat. He was so pissed that I could feel molecules of saliva leaving his mouth and settling on my face. "So if he went out alone, it means that you've done something to piss him off, badly."

That look and his words told me the whole story. "If anything happened to Jerry, the whole fucking town would blame me. Not only was there the possibility that I could lose the man I loved, but my place in the town as well. I'd been right all along with my assumption. My place here was due largely to Jerry. Other than that, I didn't offer much. If Jerry disappeared, I'd have to find something to do. And like Sandy, I'm not only terrible at cooking; I have no interest in it. Unlike Sandy, I can't shoot."

As I started crying, Sven took me over to the side. "What the hell is going on with you two?" he asked. 

"It all started yesterday after the fight with Diego," I said. "He was talking about how Diego kept taking cheap shots at him. I just told him the same thing he's told me about other guys that coming here is different. They're used to fending for themselves so it takes them a while to adjust to being a contributing member of a group, instead of just a lone wolf."

"That was pretty dumb," he said. "That boy loves you more than anything in the world. He's had to fight and kill RABs for most of his adult life. He's also had to fight and kill people who came here looking to take what we have. The one place he's never had to fight was for your heart. The two of you are chained together by love. So I guess it was hard on him to have the woman he loves take another man's side and defend HIM against Jerry. What do you think? I know it's one of those male ego things, but it should really make YOU think about it. It must be great to have someone love you so much that they want to kill someone for just looking at you. But you need to figure out a couple of things yourself, Dana. Jerry would probably die for you. From talking to Melissa and Sandy, I'm pretty sure that Diego would throw a woman in front of a RAB just so he could get away himself. I've also heard some interesting things about him already and he's only been here for a day."

"Like what?" I asked.

"Wrong answer dummy," he said. "That's what got you in trouble in the first place. You should be asking me more about Jerry who's out there alone and less about Diego. But he supposedly tried to force a woman into having sex with him early yesterday. I had to tell him that no one is forced to do anything around here. Then there are several items missing from other people in the barracks he's living in. We have no need to steal anything. But I guess he hasn't learned that yet. I don't see him staying here for very long. Jerry has already volunteered to take care of the problem if he doesn't want to leave peacefully. What you should be thinking about is what your life is going to be like when Diego leaves and even where you're going to be."

"If the two of you want to go, I can arrange to have Jerry out doing something early in the morning. If you decide to go with him, out of loyalty to you, I could probably give you two one of the trucks. That would increase your survivability by a lot and..."

"Sven, are you out of your God damned mind?" I yelled. "I'm never leaving Jerry. Never in a million years. Not for Diego or any other man. How could you even think that?"

"Just testing you," he smiled. "You finally got one right. But you were flirting with the man a lot yesterday. I'm not the only one who noticed it. If you keep that up, you're going to lose a lot of friends around here. Some of the people in town are actually pulling for you to fuck this up. I think some of the men want to get a chance at you. Some of the women want a chance at Jerry and even more of them want to see Jerry with Sandy." My eyes got narrow quickly.

"Jerry is mine," I said. "And I'm his."

I stalked away from Sven and back to my house. When I got there it felt wrong. I opened the door and went inside. I heard a noise and turned to my left in the hallway. There in the huge walk-in closet that Jerry stored his weapons in was Diego. He was looking over Jerry's huge collection of swords, daggers, maces and other weapons that I couldn't name or fathom the use of.

"Ready for me?" he smiled.

"We might need to renegotiate our little deal," I said. "There are a lot of things you didn't tell me."

"Like what?" he asked.

"Oh, like the fact that you tried to rape a woman. And that you've been stealing," I said.

"That can all be chalked up to youthful mischief," he smiled.

"Diego, I might not be able to keep you here," I said. "But I could probably offer you something else."

"I'm listening," he said.

"How about a truck full of supplies," I said. I explained to him my conversation with Sven.

"So we leave with a truck full of food," he said slowly, as if he was pondering it.

"No, you do," I said. "I want a baby, but not badly enough to ever leave Jerry."

"They won't give me the truck unless you're with me," he said. "And I kind of like the idea of having my favorite bed warmer with me."

"There's no fucking chance of that," I said.

"They're not going to give me the truck if I leave alone," he said.

"I'll leave with you and then get out of the truck once you're out the gate. Diego don't think about trying to double cross me or keep me prisoner, because I'll be carrying a pistol and I'll have it on you from the time we get into the truck. If you so much as look at me funny I'll kill you. There's no chance of us ending up together. Take the food and the truck and walk away a winner. I'll even throw in one of Jerry's maps that shows the location of another civilization that's almost as big as ours. Their fighters aren't quite as good or as organized as ours, so you might be accepted there," I told him.

"I'll think about it while we fuck," he said.

"We're not going to do that anymore," I said. "I don't want a baby that badly now that I've had a chance to consider what it might cost me."

"Who gives a fuck what you want bitch," he said. "I want some pussy. Either you give me some right now and any other time I want it, or I just walk out of your house screaming about what we did yesterday. How long do you think it would take your husband to find out? And I'll just leave as soon as I tell a few people. That way I don't have to run into him." He smirked at me.

"Think about it, you could go from well-liked hero's girlfriend to un-liked town whore really fast. Now take your God damned clothes off."

I slowly pulled my pants down and stepped out of them. "Is that the only way you can get a woman?" I asked. "You have to either force them or trick them into sleeping with you, that's pathetic."

"It works," he said. "That's all that matters to me. And I'm not forcing you to do anything. You can say no whenever you want."

"Have you ever heard the term coercion?" I asked.

"I don't know any big fancy words," he smiled. "Bend over and let me see that fat ass."

"You're not going to enjoy it this time," I said.

"No, I'll be fine," he said. "You probably won't get off this time, but I still will."

"So it'll be just like last time," I said. "That's why I have a real man who lives with me."

"And if you want to keep him you'd better shut up and spread your legs," he said.

"It was all a bunch of lies wasn't it?" I asked. "Sandy was right, you did try to force those women to have sex with you and the other men didn't you? And everything you told me was a crock too."

"That's the way the game is played, babe," he said.

"Do you even have any children?" I asked as he pushed into me.

"I doubt it," he said. "But how the hell would I know. It's not like I actually talk to women after I'm done with them."

Then he forced his huge dick into me and started grinding away at me. This time I didn't even have the benefit of the lube. He just kept pushing. It felt as if he was tearing my insides out and he seemed to enjoy it even more. Finally, he got it all the way in and started pumping away at me. After a while, it didn't hurt as badly but it wasn't anywhere near pleasurable. I started to realize that I'd known several women who always talked about how much they wanted a man with a big dick. I could cross my name off of that list because all I felt was pain.

I started crying too. Not because of the physical pain, but because he was doing this against my will and also because I realized then that there was probably no chance that I'd get pregnant anyway. He'd just conned me into doing something that I should never have considered. There was also the fact that I had to try to come up with a way to just block this all from my mind. I didn't want to connect what this asshole was doing to me with the feelings I got when Jerry and I had sex.

Realistically, there was no chance of that. Jerry and I made love. Even when we did our rough sex or our rape role play, Jerry loved me and it showed. He always made sure that everything was pleasurable for both of us. Even as Diego grunted away at me, my body relaxed and the pain diminished because my mind was no longer there.

I thought about Sandy again and how right she'd been to run away from this asshole. I also figured out that if I were her, I'd probably throw myself at Jerry too. But I realized then that I had to make sure that Jerry had no reason to catch her. I needed to fix things between us."

I was pulled out of my thoughts by Diego's grunting. It had increased in volume and he was slamming himself against me even more ferociously as his orgasm neared. I just wanted him to get done, so I started to move my hips to spur him to finish even more quickly.

"I knew you liked it, bitch," he said.

"Yeah, I love it," I said sarcastically.

"Well, enjoy it because you're going to be getting a lot of it from now on," he said. Something felt wrong about what he'd just said. It was...it wasn't his voice. As I tried to turn my head to see what was wrong, suddenly Diego's voice went from his deep grumbling voice to a high pitched scream. The scream sounded as if he was being tortured.

He yanked his dick out of me so quickly that I was sure he'd torn my pussy. The pain was so intense that I sank to my knees. I turned to see Diego with his back to me and blood dripping from his ass. He was cowering like a trapped rat and in front of him stood Jerry. Jerry had his sword in his hand and the tip was covered in blood.

"Why the hell did you do that?" screamed Diego. "You could have..."

"...Killed you?" said Jerry. "Not likely. I jabbed my sword up your ass because it's a nasty way to die. Think about it. Every time you eat you'll need to shit. And every time you shit, you'll risk getting an infection that will possible kill you. But you'll be dead long before that happens."

"She wanted this," screamed Diego. "She asked me to do it and I...I'm just trying to fit in."

"I don't care about any of that," said Jerry. "I don't care about you or her or any of this bullshit. Get out of my house and take her with you. This is your one chance to walk the fuck away. The next time I see either of you will be the last." Diego backed away and started trying to put his clothes on.

"Put your fucking clothes on outside," said Jerry. "Get out of my sight."

"You don't want anyone to see me and your wife coming out of your house together naked," said Diego in a whining voice. "They'll think you're a cuckold or..."

"I don't give a fuck what anyone thinks," said Jerry. "Mostly they know me. They'll think the two of you are just pieces of shit."

"Jerry, we have to talk about this," I said. "He tricked me and..."

"Get the fuck out of my house, Dana," he said. "We're done, there's no need for us to talk."

"But you don't understand," I whined. "Besides, it's our house, I live here too. Sven gave us this house when we got married and..."

"None of that shit matters," said Jerry. "Sven married us, in less than ten minutes, I'll have him un-marry us. I'll tell him that I want to keep this house and you'll be moved into the dorms with the rest of the women. For the sake of the years we've had together I'll let you grab your clothes and whatever you'd like to take with you..."

"Okay, I want to take you with me," I said. "You're the only thing that matters, Jerry. I just...I made a mistake."

"Dana, stop talking and start grabbing your shit," he said. Jerry had a look on his face that I'd never seen him give a living person.

He turned towards Diego who was cowering in the corner. Diego had grabbed a pile of napkins off of the table and was holding it over his bleeding asshole.

"Why the fuck are you still here?" asked Jerry calmly. I knew that things were going to get bad. At first Jerry had been angry, but he had calmed down now and that was far worse. It meant that Jerry was about to start acting. He'd told me hundreds of times to always make sure you're calm before you go into battle. While Jerry had been upset he wasn't likely to do anything but...




RABs Ch. 02



Hi Folks,

Here we are, the conclusion of RABs. I want to thank all of you who waited for the end of the story. I also want to thank those of you who wrote in and gave me suggestions for what they wanted to see happen. I've also realized that some of you are seriously twisted. And the guy who suggested that I should leave Dana suspended over a hundred RABs hanging on by only the strength of her own jaws clamped onto Diego's dick, I'd like to suggest that you seek help, soon. I want to also apologize for the tweets I sent out this week. I think some of them were probably misleading but they were all true. Of course I have to give thanks to the incredible Mikothebaby for her editing wizardry and to all of you who keep coming here every week to read this stuuf and share your opinions, whether good or bad. Okay, nuff said, let's get back to it. 

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  Dana

  I looked on in horror at what I'd done. Sure I'd thrown that stupid bitch over the wall, but I wasn't really sorry about that. What I was shocked and sorry about was that my husband had decided with barely a thought to leap over the wall after her.

  As several RABs headed for them, I screamed out. "Somebody open the fucking gate and let him in before it's too late."

  Fifteen or so feet below me, Jerry countered my demand.

  "Don't even think about it," he yelled. "All it would take is for one of those things to get inside the wall and we'd lose everything, now get a fucking rope down here quick. Jessie...Handgun, I know you have one."

  I watched as Jessie pulled out a pistol and dropped it to Jerry who quickly handed it to Sandy. Sandy looked around and started shooting, but Jerry was already in motion. I'd watched my husband many times over the years and he always amazed me.

  "We're going to die," whined Sandy.

  "We're going to be fine," said Jerry confidently as a thing that used to be a man gnashed its teeth at him. Jerry stuck out his tongue at the creature and then crushed its head with one blow of his favorite antique flanged mace. As several others came near them, Sandy raised the pistol again.

  "Save the ammo," said Jerry. "They should get a rope down here in a minute or two. But just in case..."

  Seeing two more edging near him, Jerry reached behind him and drew his sword. He smiled almost as if he was enjoying himself.

  He didn't cower and wait for them he pressed forward and attacked. He leaped up and kicked the first one in the chest and brought the mace down on the skull of the second as soon as his feet touched the ground. Then he turned and slashed the throat of the first one. Fetid blood splashed out of the beast's neck as Jerry leaped back to avoid being splashed by the geyser of blood.

  I heard two sharp reports as Sandy took out two men that were trying to sneak around to the side.

  "You certainly know how to show a girl a good time," she snapped. "This is a great first date. I really like this little gun. Do you think Jessie will let me keep it?"

  Jerry kicked a RAB in the nuts to distance himself from it and then thrust his Katana through its eye socket rupturing its brain. He pulled the sword free and sliced off the reaching arm from yet another RAB, this one an old woman.

  "This isn't a first date," he laughed. "That was yesterday on the wall while I watched you shoot. This is our honeymoon."

  "Weren't you supposed to propose to me and all of that first?" she asked. I noticed that she was keeping her eyes on every RAB in the area to determine which ones she might need to handle.

  "Well if you need to get technical about it?" said Jerry. "I guess I should get my divorce first. And then ask you. And then we need to have some kind of ceremony..." He smacked a tall RAB in the face with the butt end of his Katana and then brought the sword down two handed and cleaved the man almost in two. The powerful cut started at the junction between the neck and shoulder and penetrated muscle, skin and bone all the way to the breast bone. Jerry kicked the body free to disengage his sword.

  "We don't have to go through all of that," she said. "But you could ask me. How do you even know that I want to marry you?"

  Roy ran up and pushed me out of the way then and lowered a thick rope over the side. "Jerry...Rope," he yelled.

  Jerry turned to Sandy. "Go on, they'll pull you up," he said.

  Sandy looked at him and I could see her smile from the wall. "Aren't you supposed to be asking me something?" she asked.

  Jerry turned and crushed the face of a RAB that was once a wiry teenager with his mace. "Maybe I need to think about it more," he said. My heart beat faster then. I probably still had a chance if I could just get him to forgive me.

  Sandy stamped her foot and stuck out her lip. Jerry looked around the area and saw a couple of RABs heading in their direction. Neither of them seemed to be moving very quickly but there were at least ten more behind them.

  He moved over to Sandy and dropped to one knee. He looked up at her and smiled. "Sandy, as soon I take care of some old business...will you...?"

  "Yes!" she snapped before he could even get the question out.

  "Good, now get your ass up that rope," he growled. "I'm going to need you to cover me while I'm climbing up."

  Sandy turned and grabbed the rope. Jessie, Roy and another man quickly pulled her up and then dropped the rope for Jerry. She glared at me as she got to the top, but turned and yelled, "Gun," to Jessie.

  Jessie gave her his rifle and she started picking off every RAB in the vicinity as Jerry climbed back up. As soon as his hands grabbed the top of the wall, I reached for him. The look he gave me was murderous.

  "Jerry, I'm sorry," I whined. "I was just angry and you called her your..."

  "Save it for your trial," he said.

  "What trial?" I asked.

  "Dana, there are RABs out there," he yelled. "You could have gotten her bitten. If just one of them had bitten her, that would have made it murder. It's even worse than that, Dana. What if she had broken her neck when you pushed her over the wall? What if she'd broken her back?"

  "I was just so angry," I said.

  "So was I," he snapped. "You got pissed because I called someone my girl. Imagine how pissed I was when I walked in and found my wife f..." I quickly put my hand over his mouth. I didn't need anyone who didn't already know what I'd done hearing about it.

  He moved away from my hand as if I'd poisoned him. "By your logic, I should have simply killed you and that asshole Diego on the spot, right?"

  "Jerry it was a mistake," I said. "It was only a mistake. It's not worth losing everything we have over."

  "Maybe that's how you see it," he said. "Dana, every time you and I leave here, I put my life in your hands. To do that, I have to trust you to look out for me when I'm in danger. If I can't even trust you when we're safe inside of the compound, it's impossible for me to ever do that again. Maybe you see what you did as a mistake and you see it as something you won't do again. But how do I know that? Maybe you don't even regret it. Maybe what you regret is that you got caught. How are you supposed to be able to assure me that it won't ever happen again?"

  "Because it won't," I said. "I swear it."

  "That only works if I can believe you, Dana," he said. "And right now I really can't. You claim it won't ever happen again. I never expected it to happen this time. But it did. So in the back of my mind, I'll always be wondering whether it will happen again or even if it's still going on from this time. Every time we're away from each other, I'll have doubts about whether or not you're doing what you claim you are or even where you are. If you'd do it with some guy you barely know, how the hell, do I know you wouldn't do it with someone that you know well? I'm just not sure I'll ever be able to trust you again. And if I can't trust you, there's no way I'm going to ever put my life in your hands."

  "But Jerry, I love you," I whined. "You have to believe me."

  "I do believe you Dana," he said sadly.

  "You do?" I sniffled. He nodded his head.

  "You love me the same way I love a lot of things," he said. "I love this mace. I have fifteen or sixteen maces, but this one is my favorite. I love it. And I love several of my swords. God knows I love my Mustang. You loved me too. You just didn't love me enough to put us first when you made the decision about what you did."

  Then he took Sandy's hand and turned and walked away. Even as they got to the ladder and climbed down, Sandy looked at me. She didn't smirk at me or do anything like that. She had that same deadly calmness on her face that Jerry got when he was about to fight.

  "We're not done," she said calmly. I felt a chill go up my spine when she said it.

  As I looked at the faces of the people on the wall, most of whom had been among my best friends only moments ago, I saw nothing but a mixture of condemnation and unspoken accusations.

  "Jessie, can I have my baby back now?" asked Sandy. "I have to clean it and check it out before I can fire it again."

  Jessie handed Sandy the sniper rifle back. And she handed him back the handgun he'd loaned her. As he reached to take it, she seemed reluctant to give it up.

  "Good Lord woman," quipped Jessie. "I'll get you one of your own from the armory. Have you ever met a gun you didn't like?"

  "Not yet," smirked Sandy as she trotted off to catch up with my husband.

  I started to grab the ladder myself but Sven pulled me back.

  "Dana, you know that Jerry was right, don't you?" he asked. "Sandy is a member of this community and you did endanger her life. It's true that she escaped with nothing but a scare and probably a bruise or two, but that was due to Jerry going over the wall after her, not anything you did."

  I gulped loudly. "But I said I was sorry," I told him.

  "You didn't tell HER that you were sorry," he said. "You told Jerry. And I'm sure you were talking about whatever you did that has him ready to divorce you. I've always liked you Dana. I've always thought of you as a daughter, but this time I can't be the one to decide your fate. I think we're going to have to put this to a vote of the entire community. I'll withhold doing that until we clear up the situation with all of the RABs surrounding us, but in my eyes...I never thought I'd say this about most of the members of our community, but Dana, I think this is bad enough that we might have to consider banishment."

  "You're kidding," I cried. "This is my home."

  "It's home to all of us," he said. "We live in peace and we all work together and support each other. But if a person goes around trying to hurt us, allowing them to live among us might not be the best thing for any of us. Perhaps when Diego goes to the next settlement, it might be in your best interest to go with him." I was shocked. Sven was clearly serious about this.

  "But if Jerry and I go...?" I asked.

  "Dana, are you sure that he'd want to leave with you?" he asked. "Because even before what you just did, Jerry wanted me to uncouple the two of you and..."

  "Sven, I've never asked you for anything in my life," I said. "What I would like is to have you and me and Jerry sit down and discuss the whole thing. After that you can make a decision about whether or not I need to leave."

He looked at me and nodded his head. "I will do as you ask, Dana," he said. "But there will be five of us instead of three. From listening to your argument with Jerry, I have an idea that Diego had something to do with this. So he should be there as well to eliminate any hearsay. And since Sandy is the person whose forgiveness you need, she's involved as well. "

I nodded. "The five of us will get together then, one week from today unless the RABs are still surrounding us," he said.

"A week!" I yelled. "Why do we have to wait a week?"

"Because a decision this important requires cooler heads and temperaments," he said. "Do you really want Jerry and Sandy to make a decision on this while they're still angry at you?"

"I guess that makes sense," I said. I climbed down the ladder and walked away with tears in my eyes.

As I walked back towards our house, I saw Diego back peddling and trying to duck behind a house. "Who are you hiding from now?" I asked. "Some other woman you tried to rape."

He looked at me with fear in his eyes that quickly turned to anger. "This is all your fault, you stupid bitch," he hissed.

"How the hell is it my fault?" I yelled back. "If you had just left my house when I told you to, instead of forcing me to have sex with you, none of this would have happened and we'd both still be okay."

"Well, there's no use crying over spilled milk," he said sharply. "What are we going to do now?"

"Define "WE," I said.

"At this point in time, I'm the only person who's anywhere near your side," he said. "I was just ducking between houses to avoid Superman and Wonder Woman. They're heading for your house to nurse their bruises together. I'm sure that they'll end up fucking."

"Don't even say that," I spat. "Jerry is mine. He's the sweetest, kindest, most loving man I know."

Diego shook his head and laughed. "Tell that to someone who believes that shit," he said. "Your buddy Jerry is just as human as everyone else. He is no one's idea of a saint. He was serious about me. He wants me dead. And he wants me dead even more now. And you know what? He's probably going to get it. One way or another, I'm probably going to die. He was 100% serious about the medical staff not treating me. I'm still bleeding from my asshole and even when the bleeding stops, if I take a shit, I may get an infection that will kill me. On the other hand, if I run into him, he'll probably kill me and none of the men who make weapons will give or even sell me anything."

"That's what you ge..." I began.

"Oh, I'm not done," he said. "As if that wasn't bad enough, I already warned you about that Sandy bitch. She's Wonder Woman to his Superman. Have you ever seen that woman shoot a rifle?" I nodded.

"That bitch hates me, and your husband keeps giving her guns. As far as I can see, she has at least three now. People are still talking about her blowing a RABs head off from a quarter of a mile away. I have no intention of getting in her sights. All I want now is some antibiotic ointment and that truck they promised me. If they give me the ointment, I'll smear it on my own ass. Shit, they could just give me the pills. That would be great. Give me the meds I need to survive and the truck and I'm gone."

"You could even..." he paused. "On second thought, fuck that."

   "What were you going to say?" I asked.

  "I was going to say that you could come with me, but I don't think so," he said, looking at me. "You're the cause of all of this."

  "How the fuck am I the cause?" I snapped.

  "From the first second I saw you, you've been fucking up my life," he said and his voice was seething with anger.

  "When I fought your hubby by the wall, I just wanted to do well. I wanted to show them that I was a great fighter and that I'd keep fighting no matter what. I was kind of trying to show off. Especially after you started wiggling your ass at me," he said.

  "I did not wiggle my ass at you," I screamed.

  "You really did," he said. "And you smiled at me, too. When you did that, I guess your man took it as if you disrespected him. And you did it in public. If I was your man and you did that, I'd have beaten your ass right then and there. But your man isn't that kind of guy. He took his anger out by getting pissed at me. He went from mildly pissed at me to hating my fucking guts because YOU needed to act like a whore."

  "Fuck you," I said. "Like being a rapist is so much better than being a..."

  "Slut," he supplied. "Or were you just being a tease?"

  "Maybe," I said. "Maybe I just wanted to let him know what it felt like to be jealous. That little bitch Sandy showed up in town and just threw herself at him. She'd even come to our house the night before."

  "Yeah, that bitch has cast iron balls," he said. "But you were just stupid. He was never going to do anything with her and if you knew him, you should have known that. He's just not the type. He's one of those always do the right thing guys who have a stick up their ass. The problem was you picked the wrong guy to fuck with."

  "Jerry LOVES me," I said.

  "Not him, dumbass, ME," he said. "I'm not the kind of guy you can tease. If you shake your little ass...in your case your giant ass around me, you're going to get fucked."

  "Yeah but you lied to me," I said. "You made me think that you could give me a baby and..."

  "MAN," he said, pointing to himself. "Men will do anything they have to do to get some pussy. You provided an opening, I plugged it. You have no one to blame but yourself. We may as well team up to try to save this situation for both of us."

  "Maybe," I said.

  "What do you want out of this?" he asked.

  "I want my husband back and for this to all be forgotten," I said. "I want things to be the way they were before you showed up. And I hate to admit this since we're trying to be all friendly, but I want you gone. I don't need you serving as a reminder of my stupidity every time he sees you. My perfect world scenario would be for you and Sandy to leave here and go somewhere else. But I'd gladly settle for the both of you dead."

  "Bitch, you're crazy," he said. "None of that shit is ever going to happen. You may as well lower your expectations a notch, because you're high."

  "Well, what do you want?" I asked.

  "I just want to live," he said. "I'd be satisfied, if they'd give me the truck with some supplies and let me move to another area after the RABs surrounding the camp are gone. At first, I wanted to live here because you guys have a great thing going, but your husband is homicidal. He's one of those Samurai type guys. He might even, under the right circumstances, forgive me on the surface, but down inside, he'd simply be biding his time until he had a reason to kill me. He loved you and I ruined that. He's not like me."

  "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" I snapped.

  "Look, don't get upset, but to me you're just another bitch. If I fuck you today and some other guy fucks you tomorrow, I'll just get to you sooner the next day. Maybe I'll even join in with him and we'll run a train on your ass. If the RABs attack, I'll tell you to run, but it's no skin off my ass if you get bitten. That's life nowadays." I frowned at him and thought that he was a piece of shit.

  "Your hubby, on the other hand, thought of you as something really God damned special. He's not the kind of man to share his woman. So the simple fact that I fucked you, means you're damaged goods to him. I just don't see him taking you back. Plus, you have to look at this realistically. You're an okay looking woman, but Sandy, as much as I hate her, is prettier. She also has a better body. Your ass is off the chain, but her body is just better. Her tits make you look like a boy. And she has skills, she fits right in. He's replaced you. He's still hurting over you, but I have a feeling that once the two of them get naked, the pain will go away."

  "I think that what you have to concentrate on is surviving, either here or somewhere else. Maybe you'll find another guy, but that one is gone."

  As I looked at him, some of his words had the ring of truth to them. And I realized then that I'd claimed for all of this time that Diego was responsible for what happened to me. But a great deal of it was my fault. And in actuality what I'd done today in my anger had made the situation far worse. Not only had I ruined my marriage, I'd made it possible that I'd have to leave the community I loved.




RABs Ch. 02



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  Jerry

  Numbness; that was all I felt as Sandy and I walked away from the wall after our adventure. I didn't know how to feel about anything. Truthfully, I hadn't been thinking or feeling anything. I'd just been reacting. I felt like a bottle cap thrown around by waves on a beach. The water coming in was far too powerful for me to do anything but go with the flow. I was tossed and turned in any direction the waves chose.

  I couldn't believe that all of these events had transpired over so short a period of time. To begin with, I'd gotten jealous of my wife's reaction to a newcomer. Less than twenty four hours later, that jealousy had been proven to be valid when I walked in and caught him fucking her in our home. That had shattered our relationship to the point that I wanted out of it.

  Surprisingly, Dana claimed that she didn't. The problem was that I no longer trusted Dana. I guess at that point I'd decided that Dana and I should simply go our separate ways. I'm not a saint but I simply couldn't imagine hurting her even after what she'd done to me. I guess down deep inside I still had some degree of feeling about her.

  The newcomer Diego on the other hand, was different. Almost from our first sparring session where he'd demonstrated a total lack of honor, I'd wanted to kill him. That in itself was unusual for me because I'm normally not that blood thirsty. There are so few human beings left on the planet and there are very few if any children being born anymore. So ordinarily, no matter how bad a person is, I try to imagine some way that they can help our community. I guess I try to see the good in people. But in Diego, that didn't happen.

  As big and strong as he is, there are several ways that he could help out around here, but I look past those and think only of my personal need to see his blood spilled. If that makes me a bad person, so be it.

  The next big thing that happened was the discovery that a large pack of the Zombie-like creatures we call RABs had completely surrounded our compound. On the surface, this is relatively scary, but there is almost no chance that the creatures could get inside of our walls. There's only one gate in and out and it is manned twenty four hours a day by a crew of people we trust immensely. There are also stations along the wall at various intervals to make sure that no breaches of the wall occur in spots other than the gate.

  There is no short term danger from the RABs outside of the gate. The long term danger though is that while we're trapped inside of the walls, we risk running through all of our provisions and supplies, while no more come in. We are a trading community. Our life's blood comes from our scouts who go out and bring in new provisions and also what we can trade with communities like ours in other places.

  While completely surrounded, not only can we not get out, but supplies can't come in. As long as the occupation doesn't last more than a few days or a week, we'll be fine. If it lasts any longer than that, it could create a problem.

  I was summoned to the wall to find out about the RABs. Sven our leader and I were discussing whether or not they were being directed, which would be a new and possibly deadly situation for all of us. I was showing Sven the shooting prowess of one of our newest citizens.

  Sandy amazed Sven with her ability to shoot long distances. I was proud of her, partly because I'd rescued her and brought her here, and partly because I'd been the one to give her the chance to serve as a shooter. I called her my girl. In retrospect, it may not have been the most apt choice of words, because my wife Dana had expressed jealousy over Sandy's crush on me. At the time, I'd enjoyed seeing the look on Dana's face when I called Sandy, "my girl."

  A few moments later, Dana had snapped and pushed Sandy over the wall. Now, both Dana and Diego were being considered for expulsion from our community. As Sandy and I headed for our separate homes, my mind was heavy.

  Sandy stopped in front of me. I'd noticed that she was walking with a slight limp. I was sure that she'd suffered some type of injury in the fall from the wall.

  "So when are we getting married?" she asked. "And how exactly does that work. I've studied how they did that in the old world, you know before everything went to hell..."

  I smiled at her. From the very first moment that I'd seen her without the covering of dust and road grime, I'd felt strange about this woman. Now with her standing in front of me and very close to me, the feelings were even stronger.

  "Sandy, do you really want to marry me?" I asked. I asked her because I hadn't taken it seriously. The whole thing from my side had simply been another way to twist the knife in Dana for her cheating on me. But the more I thought about it, the better an idea it seemed.

  "Of course I do," she beamed. And there it was again. That smile, it just lit up the world around her. It made me feel that no matter how shitty things got, the two of us would find a way. "I just want to understand how marriage works in this community. In some of the places I've been, being married just means that you share living space, but you both still do whatever the hell you please otherwise. I don't want that kind of marriage. I want the old fashioned kind, where you and I are faithful to each other and don't have others involved."

  "But, isn't that the way it's supposed to be in a marriage?" I asked. She shook her head.

  "Humanity is getting desperate," she said. "In a lot of places, they're so desperate for children that anyone can have sex with anyone else just hoping for the right combination of genes to produce healthy children."

  "Okay, I like it the way that you do," I said. "From this moment on, I belong totally with you..."

  "And I belong totally to you," she smiled. Then she tilted her head and looked at me slyly. "So where are we going now?"

  "What do you mean?" I asked. She smiled at me again and tilted her head. "Am I going back to the house that all of the single women who cook share, or are we going somewhere...together?"

  "Oh, we're going somewhere together," I smirked. "We're going to the medical center to get your leg checked out..."

  "It'll be fine," she said. "Can I ask you something?"

  I nodded and smiled at her. She stopped walking and turned to face me. "Why the hell did you do that?"

  "Why did I do what?" I asked her.

  "You jumped over the wall to help me," she said seriously. "At the time, I didn't think about it. But why did you...? I mean who does that? You could have been bitten along with me. What if...?" There were tears gathering in the corners of her eyes.

  I couldn't resist it. I hugged her. I pulled her close to me and wrapped my arms around her there in the streets. She hugged me back and sobbed. "Why do you keep doing that?" she asked through her tears.

  I had no answer, I just let her cry. I knew that a big part of it was how close we'd just come to, if not dying but becoming something that was no longer really alive.

  "And your wife is so fucking stupid," she gushed. "She has no idea what she gave up. That man she was with is the worst. I told you what he..." I rubbed her back.

  "Yes Sandy, you told us," I said.

  "I'm going to kill both of them if I get the chance," she said.

  "Diego is mine," I said as I rubbed her back. As we stood there in the streets holding onto each other, a few people, then a few more, gathered around us. After a moment or two, her mother pushed her way through the crowd.

  "She's fine," I told her. "We're on our way to the med center to let them have a look at her leg."

  "Oh, I'm not worried about her," she smiled. "I knew that if she was with you that she'd be fine. What I wasn't expecting was to hear about you jumping off the wall to go after HER. I came to see if the two of you wanted something special to eat. We should celebrate the fact that you two came out of that terrible ordeal safely. We should also celebrate the fact that we're all here, safe and sound."

  "Anything you make is fine," I said. "But I really do like that cake you made the other day..." The crowd started laughing after that. I took Sandy to the medical tent and they got her up onto a table and checked her over.

  Aside from being shaken up, she had a couple of minor sprains and a big bruise on her hip. I took her back to my house. I sat her down at the kitchen table while I heated some water in a huge pot in the fireplace. I went into the bathroom and started the tap in the bathtub. The water in the tub took a little while to fill up. The water in the fire place heated up rapidly over the flames. I poured the almost boiling water into the tub and got the cauldron back over the fire. I dropped a few herbs into the water in the tub and led her into the bathroom.

  I looked in the bathroom closet and pulled out a plastic wrapped package and handed it to her.

  "What's this?" she asked.

  "It's a robe for you," I said. "I scavenged a place last fall with lots of them. I think we have about ten or twelve of them left."

  "But there are two robes already here," she said.

  I snatched one of them off of the hook on the door and threw it into a pile of clothes in the corner of the room. "That one is Dana's," I said. "I'm going to take all of her stuff to her. I want you to have your own things." She smiled and took the package.

  "So what do I do now?" she asked, staring at me.

  "Now, you stick your hand in the water and tell me if it's warm enough for you and..." she looked at me strangely.

  "I'm going to have a bath with warm water?" she asked.

  "Well, there are herbs in the water to make it smell better and to help you heal," I said. "And there's soap so it'll be foamy so you won't have to worry about me seeing..." She interrupted me by laughing.

  She reached into the tub and told me the water was fine. "I'm heating more so if it starts to get cold, just call me and I'll add a bit more hot water," I said.

  "Call you?" she asked. "Aren't you going to be here while I'm..."

  "I'm going to be in the house," I said. "But I want you to just relax and soak in a warm tub and think about all of the things that happened today and realize that we're okay. We came out of it just fine. I want you to soothe your mind while the warmth of the water and the herbs soothe your body. I'm going to hop over to the cooking area and bring us back something to eat, okay?"

  She nodded and then smiled and shook her head.

  Less than a half hour later I made it back to the house. I had a cart with two plates of food on it and desert as well. Sandy's mom had insisted on helping me with the food. As we went through the door, she placed the food on the table and looked around my cozy yet comfortable house.

  "Where is she?" she asked.

  I pointed towards one of the bedrooms. She looked inside and shook her head. "Maybe she thought that I'd sleep in that room and she could have the other one," I said, pointing at the other room. She shook her head again.

  "She's probably still in the tub," I said.

  "You have a bathtub?" she asked.

  "Yeah, but it only has cold water," I said. "The shower is cold too. If you want hot water you have to heat it over the fireplace." She looked at me as if I was insane.

  "You have a bathtub?" she repeated.

  "Well, you can use it if you want," I said.

  "I want," she said. "But not today." She ducked her head inside of the bathroom and came out with a smile on her face. "Come here," she said quietly.

  I looked in and Sandy, covered with suds up to her neck was asleep in the tub with only her head showing.

  "The water is still warm," she said. "And it smells so good."

  "She's probably exhausted after what she went through today," I said. Her mom nodded.

  "How long will the food stay warm?" I asked. "She needs her sleep."

  "Not that long," said her mom. "I put each plate on one of the hot flat stones that we use for keeping things warm but it won't stay warm for more than an hour. So we're going to have to wake her so she can eat." I nodded.

  "Why don't you wake her, while I get the food ready," she said. I started to fidget.

  "Uhm maybe you should do it," I said.

  "Why?" she asked. "I'm the cook." The way she said it let me know exactly how proud of that title she was.

  "You really enjoy cooking don't you?" I asked. She nodded.

  "And thanks to you, not only am I alive in a world that is very hostile to women in general and women my age in particular, but I get to cook for a living again. So yep, I enjoy cooking and preparing food for people, so you should let me do it."

  "But, she's going to be sleepy and confused about her surroundings and she'll probably need help getting into her robe," I said.

  "What robe?" she asked. I explained the whole robe thing to her too. She shook her head again.

  "So help her get her robe on," she said.

  "You should probably do that," I said nervously. She looked at me and then burst out laughing.

  "You haven't seen her naked yet?" she asked. She started laughing again. "Jerry, don't ever change," she smiled.

  "What do you mean?" I asked.

  "Jerry, Sandy has been crazy about you since the day you pulled us into that car and got us away from those RABs. She always said that if she could end up with a man of her own ever, she'd want it to be you. Everywhere we've gone, the world has gone to hell. Every person we run into wants something for everything. No one does anything just out of kindness anymore. And when you're a woman...it's far worse. Every place we've been in before this it was always the same. If we wanted to eat, or have a place to sleep, we had to pay for it. A lot of the times they'd expect sex of one kind or another."

  I shook my head. "We always avoided it when we could," she said. "Sandy hasn't had to do it very often, maybe three or four times in all. But there were a lot more times when she had to let some nasty old man look at her or touch her, or have her touch them."

  "I'm sorry," I said. "I guess I never thought about it."

  "No, Jerry, you're missing my point," she said. "And there are two points, I guess I expected that the two of you would have done something by now because hell, you saved us. If it wasn't for you we'd be dead or we'd be RABs. Then you got her that assignment shooting. You gave her the chance to do what she loves most. So I was sure that the two of you had probably uhm...hooked up after that. My second point is even easier to understand and even funnier. I've already told you that my daughter loves you. Have you ever noticed the way when she talks to you she gets right up in your face? You're the only man she does that to. She wants you to see her and smell her. I think that for the first time in her life, Sandy actually wants to have sex with someone. So I just kind of assumed that the two of you had..."

  "Well, we're not married yet," I said. "And technically I'm still married to..." That brought about another huge gale of laughter. Sandy stirred in the tub as she heard her mother laugh but didn't wake up.

  "Jerry, the world doesn't work that way anymore," she said. "Maybe for us in this wonderful place it does, but only because we believe in the rules, not because anyone has the authority to enforce them. And even if they did, Dana betrayed you in the worst possible way. It's gotten all over camp already. No one would think any less of you for finding someone else."

  "I know that," I said. "But if we want our rules or our laws to mean anything, the people responsible for them and for enforcing them have to abide by them too. Otherwise, they don't mean anything. And..."

  "And what?" she asked with a smile on her lips. "If I did anything with Sandy before my divorce, people might think less of HER and I wouldn't like that. Sandy is just..." She tilted her head and looked at me.

  "She's what?" she asked.

  "She's...special," I said. Her mom's smile got even broader.

  "She's...hungry," said Sandy. "Where's my robe?"

  I left the room and her mother shook her head. I busied myself arranging the food. I got another plate out of my kitchen cabinet. I redistributed the food onto three plates instead of two. I just couldn't bring myself to split the cake though.

  A few moments later, Sandy came out in her robe. My jaw dropped open. I'd always loved seeing Dana fresh from the bath in just a robe, but this was completely different. Sandy with her wet blond hair streaming over her shoulders awed me. She'd pulled the robe closed and belted it, but it did nothing to make my erection less painful. I could see more cleavage in the V of the robe than Dana ever had. Sandy's breasts were much bigger than I'd ever suspected and they rolled around under the robe like cats fighting under there. The robe nipped in over her tiny waist and then moved back outwards deliciously.

  And there it was, the smile was back with a vengeance. It was almost as if only the two of us were in the room. If anyone had asked me even years later what was the exact moment that I knew that I loved Sandy as much as she loved me, it wasn't really while the two of us were alone defending ourselves against that RABs, it was that moment. Sandy barely standing there leaning against the table with her hair wet and that big terry cloth robe tenting out over her girl parts, giving me that look that said all of those parts belonged to me now.

  "Jerry, you didn't have to do that," said her mom. "I brought this food for the two of you. I'll probably eat with "MY" girls." She looked at me with a look that told me I was missing something about the way she said HER girls.

"Well, it's a lot of work, feeding all of us," I said. "You should sit down and enjoy it sometimes. And over the last few days with Sandy on the wall, the two of you probably haven't seen as much of each other."

We all sat down to eat together and Sandy's mom suddenly burst out laughing again. 

"What's so funny?" I asked.

"Remember how I told you that everyone always wants something for everything nowadays?" she said. I nodded. "I'll tell you what I was laughing about if you give me one of those robes."

"Terrycloth or silk?" I asked. Her eyes widened.

"You have silk," she asked. "Real silk, not rayon...?"

"Uh huh," I said. "It was a good store."

"What's silk?" asked Sandy, cutting a bit of her meat.

"It's the smoothest softest material ever," said her mom. "It feels so good next to your skin that you..."

"Why didn't I get silk?" asked Sandy.

"I'll save you one for after we're married," I smiled.

"Yeah that might get to be a problem for him right now," said her mom.

"Why?" asked Sandy, innocently.

"Okay," I said, trying to change the subject. "You can have any robe you want."

"Okay," said her mom. "You just talked about the two of us not spending any time together since she stopped cooking. Actually, we get along better and we're both happier since she's not cooking."

Sandy's face dropped as her mother kept laughing. "I wasn't that bad Mother. I just didn't have my mind on cooking," she said.

Her mother was laughing so hard her face was turning red. "Jerry, do you remember the day you came to get her? We had her seating people the way they used to do in the fancy restaurants. There's no need to seat people who can sit anywhere they want. We just had her do that to keep her from cooking. The girl can't even boil water without burning up the bottom of a pot." Seeing that her daughter was becoming upset she changed the subject.

"So where's my robe? I'm taking it with me," she said.

"In the cabinet along the back wall of the bathroom," I offered. She got up and went back into the bathroom. She moved quickly for an older woman. I was impressed.




RABs Ch. 02



"Can I have more than one?" she suddenly yelled from the bathroom.

"Yes," I yelled back staring at Sandy.

"Can I have six?" she yelled.

"I guess," I said.

"Why the heck would she need six robes?" I asked Sandy quietly.

"My mom loves the cooking staff," smiled Sandy. "She calls them her girls. I guess she wants one of them for each woman. You are never going to have to worry about eating again. Those women are all going to love you. I may have to hurt one or two of them."

After Sandy's mom left, I laid her down on the sofa and gave her a massage as the nurse in the med center had suggested. It was hard and I mean that in more ways than one.

As I rubbed her sore muscles, it was almost too tempting. I rubbed lotion into all or her sore places, causing her to purr and moan.

"Your hands feel so good," she cooed. "Do you want me to pull my robe down so you can do that?" she asked.

As I rubbed her shoulders she turned her head sideways so she could see me. I stopped to get more lotion and she raised her upper body off of the cushions to look at me. I could see her large breasts swinging free of her body. I got the idea then that as innocent as the look in her eyes was, that she wanted me to see them.

I moved back over to the sofa with another hand full of lotion and worked further down her back. As I got to the small of her back, she halted me. Then she simply flipped the robe over the back of the sofa and settled back down. She did the movement as if it was the most natural thing in the world for her to lie naked in front of me.

I gently massaged her lower back which drew even more moans. I ran my fingers very carefully over her bruised hip to promote blood flow there and speed up the healing process. Her ass intrigued me. It was so beautifully shaped, although small compared to Dana's.

Her thighs opened and I caught the briefest glance at her pink petals. I was amazed. Dana's nipples and inner lips were a darker brownish color. I felt a bit of guilt for my staring but she was so beautiful, I couldn't resist. I also had the feeling that she wouldn't have minded if I did.

As I moved further down her legs and calves her moans gave way to a slight purring and I realized that she was falling asleep again.

"Sandy, can you walk home or should I carry you?" I asked. I really wanted her to say carry me. I wanted to wrap my arms around her in the worst way.

"I am home, Silly," she said.

  *   *   *   *   *   *

  Dana

It took me two days to figure out what I needed to do about my situation. A big part of that time was spent arguing with Diego. He had his own ideas about what we should do. There was no way I was going to listen to his ideas at first because in my mind, it was he who'd gotten me into this mess. I guess I was still blamestorming at that point.

My first idea was to do whatever I had to do to get Jerry to sit down with me so we could talk. After all, we had years of history together and I was sure that he loved me. I just needed to get him past his anger and resentment so the love could come out.

I figured that I needed to distance myself from Diego too. As much as we were supposed to be allies in this, Jerry seeing me with Diego would only make things worse. So I waited outside of our house like a fucking stalker for the first few days. I couldn't believe what I saw. Not only had Jerry moved that little bitch into my house, she was tending to my garden and my plants.

I was enraged beyond comprehension. In the old days, before the world turned to shit, they had a term for computer parts that you could simply add to your computer and they'd immediately be recognized and work. They called those peripherals, "Plug and play."

Obviously, Jerry thought that little bitch was "plug and play," too, because he'd just plugged her into his life and she started playing my part. It just made me hate her all the more. I hated everything about her from her seemingly color changing blond hair to her huge boobs. I think the thing I hated the most about her was the way she lit up whenever he was around her. The bitch was just too happy about a man that Ray Charles could see wasn't hers.

I watched them for two solid days and they were almost never apart. I wondered if they even went to the bathroom together. There was something else about her that I found odd too. She seemed to like to work. I mean she had the most boring job in the community under normal circumstances, but she seemed to look at it as if it was somehow a badge of honor or something. She even went to that fucking wall when she didn't have to.

From gossip I'd heard they'd given her some time off. Apparently when I knocked the silly bitch off of the wall she got a big bruise on her hip and was walking with a slight limp. But she still showed up at the wall and took her shift. When I first heard that she was doing that, I thought it would be my opening. It just didn't work that way though. Jerry went to the wall with her and they sat there together, talking about God knows what.

The next thing I noticed was that everyone in town treated me like a bad Amish woman. I was pretty much shunned. I'd gotten so used to everyone in town knowing who I am and speaking to me that I'd gotten bored with it. I'd gotten so used to being able to walk into the cooking area and grab what I wanted, that I took it for granted. Under normal circumstances, I'd simply walk into the food prep area and tell those old women what I wanted to eat and they'd simply cook it for me. They'd even smile at me and beg me to talk about our adventures and make suggestions for things that Jerry and I should look out for while we were out scavenging.

I guess it was kind of like being a rock star. I took it for granted until it was gone. I spent two days of bumping into people, because they no longer felt they had to get out of my way when I passed. The biggest shock though came when I walked into the cooking area and asked if someone could make me a hamburger and they all started laughing at me.

Sandy's mother, Elizabeth, was supposedly too busy to speak to me. One of the other cooks told me that they were in the process of making lunch and with over a hundred people to serve, they couldn't take time out for requests. She told me that lunch would be ready in about an hour so I wouldn't starve to death.

I was shocked. It just made me realize again how much of the life that I enjoyed had come from Jerry. I also realized that besides my problems with Jerry, I had another serious issue to consider. Diego had been right. I needed to lower my standards of what I wanted, because from the way people were treating me, they hated my fucking guts. Apparently, Jerry could get away with murder, but I couldn't even get away with knocking that bitch off of the wall.

If these people had to vote on whether or not I was expelled, I'd end up leaving here. I went and found Diego. I didn't start talking to him again out of any emotional attachments towards him. I did it out of necessity. Even a person like me needed someone to talk to.

Apparently Diego was doing better than I was. In the eyes of the town, Diego had started out being viewed as a piece of shit. So there wasn't much lower he could sink.

I'd started out as the town's fat assed sweetheart and had descended so far it was as if I'd fallen from heaven. Being the town's sweetheart apparently meant that they expected me to be perfect, because my two small errors, only one of which I was sorry for, had made me the only person in town who was liked less than Diego.

"So what should I do?" I asked.

"I'm busting my ass to get these people to like me," he sneered. "Believe it or not, it will be much easier for you. They used to love you. So it will be easy for you to get them to love you again. For me it's an uphill battle. It will take a long time for them to ever trust me." Even as he said it I noticed a note of sadness in his voice. It was as if for the first time in his life Diego had regret about his actions.

"The first step for you is for you to get Sandy to forgive you," he said.

"Fuck that!" I practically shouted. "I'm not kissing that man stealing whore's tiny ass for anything."

"Then they're going to kick us out of this town," he said with finality in his voice.

"There has to be another way," I whined.

"You need to get your husband back on your side," he said. "Right now, he'd probably kill you before you could talk to him. He looks at it like you betrayed him after years together. It'll be easier for you to get Sandy to forgive you because the two of you don't have much history and you have that woman thing going for you. She's also running around town as happy as hell. She's also not the type of person to carry a grudge for very long. If you get her to forgive you, it'll go a long way towards getting Jerry not to hate you so absolutely. Once you get him so he's willing to at least listen to you, then maybe both of us have a shot at staying here."

He made sense, though I hated to admit it.

"I've been going around town doing every shitty job I can, to start earning these people's trust," he said.

"This is really important to you isn't it?" I asked. He nodded.

"I'm not a fucking moron," he said. "This is a really good set up. They have very strong walls to protect them. They have excellent fighters who are dedicated and well organized. I don't see this town falling. Our chances of survival are very high here. And surviving is my top priority. Maybe it's time for me to settle down and do something."

So with time running out before the four of us were supposed to meet with Sven to talk about our situation, I began the stalking process. This time I was stalking my rival and truthfully I didn't want to run into her.

The RABs beyond the wall didn't seem to want to move on. There were fewer of them every day, but they seemed to be like a swarm of sharks following a cruise liner to collect the garbage thrown over-board. They stayed outside just hoping for the chance that either the gate would open or someone would come out again.

My chance came the morning before our supposed meeting. I watched, barely keeping the food in my stomach from coming back up as she and my husband sat together on the walkway. They seemed to be constantly touching each other and I got even angrier just thinking about what they were probably doing at night in my house. They even seemed to lean their weapons against the fucking wall together. It was disgusting for him to have replaced me so quickly and so thoroughly.

Then, one of the other guys who took shifts on the wall went up the ladder and spoke to Jerry. Jerry went down the ladder and followed him, leaving Sandy alone there. This was the chance I'd been waiting for. I quickly walked across the square to the wall and climbed the ladder. When she saw me, her eyes hardened and she loosened the snap on the holster she carried her pistol in. She didn't so much as look at the huge sniper rifle that was her pride and joy though. That in itself was insulting. It was as if she'd decided that I wasn't worth a bullet from the big gun.

I held both hands up as I approached her. "Sandy, I..I don't want any trouble," I said. "I just want to talk."

"I don't think we have anything to talk about," she said. "You probably don't remember this, but the last time we were together, you tried to kill me."

"That's what I'm here to talk about," I said. "I wanted to tell you that I'm sorry about that. I wanted to beg for your forgiveness and..." Just saying those words felt like someone had punched me in the stomach. I think they even came out sounding fake, because the look on her face didn't change.

"Sandy, it was never about you and me," I said seriously. "We honestly don't even know each other. I'll bet you that under different circumstances, we'd have been the best of friends. It's just this shitty situation that put us at each other's throats." Her face showed a bit of curiosity then.

"Sandy, we're almost the same age, I'm twenty four. How old are you?" I asked.

"Twenty three," she said cautiously.

"You and I are the only women in the compound who are under thirty," I said. "We'd have been friends, I'm sure of it. In fact, if our situations were reversed, I'll bet you'd have done the same thing."

She shook her head as if it wasn't possible.

"Oh yeah, you would have," I smiled and her face broke just a bit. "You want Jerry don't you? You like him a lot, right? Well pretend that you and he had been together for five years and some new girl just comes out of nowhere and starts flirting with him. Add to that the fact that the two of you were going through a rough patch because you'd done something really stupid." Her face hardened then. I could see that she was thinking about what I'd said.

"So imagine that you'd spent a couple of days just trying to get him to talk to you, and he wouldn't," I said. "That's what Jerry does, when he's hurt or upset. He just walls himself off. I love that man more than anything on earth, so imagine how I felt when he wouldn't talk to me, but he's praising some other woman in public. When he called you, "his girl," it hurt me Sandy. When he did it the second time, I was out of my mind with jealousy. Sandy, he's my whole life."

She looked at me cautiously. "Sandy, I don't begrudge you any of the things that the two of you are probably doing, but you can't expect me to just forget everything that we've built over the past five years. There are plenty of good guys here. I can even help you find one and..."

"And you don't need to help me find one," she said. "I'm happy with the one I have. If it's so easy to find a good guy, why are you hanging out with that rapist?"

"Diego and I aren't together," I sputtered. "That was a mistake and..."

"You're the luckiest woman I know," she said. "We live in a world where the slightest mistake can see you dead. You get to keep making mistakes over and over but you're still breathing. Everyone in town knows about what you got caught doing. That's where we're different. All I need is one man of my own, to love me and be with. I'd never go sniffing around somewhere else. You did and it cost you. Move on and take your lumps."

By the time she was done talking I was even angrier than I'd been at first. Not only had I tried to reason with the bitch, I'd apologized to her and even offered to help her find her own guy. She had thrown it all back in my fucking face. I glared at her and she smiled.

"Dana," she said, still smiling at me. "Get just as angry as you want. You've already tried to kill me once. That time, I didn't expect it. But from now on, I'll always be on my guard around you. And the next time you make a run at me, I'm going to kill you. I'm going to blow your brains out the back of your fucking face. Have a nice day."

And she watched me as I climbed back down the ladder and stormed off.

I found Diego waiting for lunch to be served. "I spoke to her," I hissed.

"So how did it go?" he asked.

"I practically crawled on my belly and begged her to forgive me and she threw it back in my face," I spat. "I really thought I had her on my side."

"Let me guess," he said. "Instead of just apologizing like I told you to, you tried to convince her to give you Jerry back too, right?" I nodded and he shook his head.

"Too much too soon," he said. "I told you to just get her to forgive you. I also told you that you had to lower your expectations. It's better to stay here and find a way to get your guy back, than to get kicked out of here. It's rough out there on the road."

"We need another plan," I said. "I'm so worked up that I could just die."

"This plan would have worked, if you'd handled it better," he said smugly.

"I was just trying to find out how hard it was going to be to get her dirty hooks out of my husband," I said. "Every time I close my eyes, I see him with his hands all over those giant titties and her just bouncing up and down on him. It drives me crazy and I want to kill that bitch."

"You probably shouldn't go around saying that," he whispered. "Remember you are threatening a woman who can hit a target from a distance that you can't even see with the naked eye. You should probably also remember that she's not only replaced you with your hubby, but as the town's sweetheart as well."

"So what are you saying?" I screamed angrily.

"I'm saying two things," he said, again keeping his voice low. "First off if she shot you, she could probably get away with it, because all of the people staring at us right now heard you talking about killing her. And you've already tried it once. I don't think any of these people would doubt that you've given her the reason and she has the skill to do it. Now that you've fucked up our plan, you should lay low. Dana, you're not a fighter. You're a spotter. From what I've heard you were very good at it. But if she decides to shoot you, your ass is grass."

I grumbled as I thought about what he'd said.

"And the second thing is that this is all in your mind," he said.

"What's all in my mind," I said. "This is all real. Are you telling me that the tall skinny blond chick with water balloons in her shirt that's currently banging the shit out of the man I love doesn't exist? Because if you can prove that to me I'd give you anything you want."

"Well first off, she's not very tall, Dana, she's just taller than you are. She's also not skinny, she's nicely built. You're always talking about her tits because you don't have any..."

"I do so have breasts," I hissed. "Mine just aren't huge jiggling unnatural udders. She's a freak of nature. I don't see how any man could ever like her."

"I'm sure there are women out there who are jealous of your ass that say the exact same thing," he said. "Anyway, they aren't having sex. That's all in your mind."

My eyes must've been huge. "That's why the bitch got so angry at me," I said smiling. "Even with her giant titties, she hasn't closed the fucking deal yet. I still have a shot." I stopped and narrowed my eyes and looked at him.

"How do you know this?" I asked.

"I've been having uhm...relations with one of the women that work tending the garden," he said. "Her sister works in the kitchen. The entire kitchen staff is planning this big party for their wedding," he said. "Supposedly, she's ready to go, but he's decided to wait until after he gets rid of you and then marries her. All of the women are all goo-goo eyed over how romantic it is. You should hear some of the stuff they're doing."

"Aren't most of the women who work in the garden and the farm fat?" I asked. He looked down at his feet and I roared laughing. My spirits were lifted from finding out that my husband wasn't fucking bullet spitting Barbie.

"You're fucked up," I said. "In a world where half of the humans that are left are starving, you're fucking a fat chick."

"Every chance I get," he spat. "Pussy is pussy and believe me, she's better than you."

I stopped laughing then. "She has much bigger tits. Her tits are even bigger than Sandy's and she actually likes fucking. I don't have to go through any of that bullshit, that I had to with you. As a matter of fact, she came after me."

I just stared at him. "I was walking down the street and she just came up to me," he said. "She told me that it was stupid of me to go around trying to force women to have sex with me or screwing married women when there were women who'd be willing to do it and enjoy it." He paused and looked me straight in the eye.

"Dana, it's the best sex I've ever had. Okay, so she's a fat chick. It feels so good to have her pushing her fat pussy back at me instead of me having to try to hold her down. She wraps her arms and legs around me and rubs my back and moans my name, it's Heaven."




RABs Ch. 02



"That's why you're so hot to stay here isn't it?" I said. He nodded.

"Shit, you have me all worked up now," I said. "Maybe we should go somewhere and you can pretend that I'm your fat chick. I'm not used to going this long without sex. And no one will know anyway."

Diego got up and moved away from me. He looked around to see if anyone could hear us. "Are you out of your fucking mind?" he hissed. "Screwing you was the biggest mistake I ever made. Your husband still wants to kill me now. If anyone even hinted that it had happened again, he'd just cut me down in the street. I got sick the other day, I was sure it was an infection from my ass. Anita, that's the fat chick, she went to Sven and got him to go to the med tent and get me some medicine. Sven is the head of the town and he had to do it on the QT because he doesn't want your hubby pissed at him."

I laughed thinking about it because Diego still wasn't waking straight and it had been almost a week. "I wouldn't fuck you with someone else's dick," he said.

I was shocked. Now that I'd had a chance to think about it, he was right, it wasn't a good idea. But I'd never had anyone turn me down before, and it stung.

I turned and walked away from him angrily. Let him go and find his fat chick. I looked across the compound and saw Sandy still on the wall staring outwards. I also saw Jerry squatting in front of his Mustang with a bucket of water and his cleaning supplies. I walked over to him and stood behind him. As silently as I'd tried to walk, he'd still heard me.

"What the fuck do you want, Dana," he asked. I was shocked that he knew it was me.

"I didn't come over here to bother you," I said softly. "I..."

"We'll get a chance to talk tomorrow with Sven and the others," he said.

"I know that, Jerry," I said. "I just came to ask you if I could have some of my clothes that I left behind." I was lying my ass off. I wanted him so badly it was all I could do not to attack him there in the street.

He dropped his sponge and stood up. He nodded towards the wall and tugged on his shirt and pants. I felt a chill as I realized that even at that moment, Sandy probably had her rifle trained on me.

"Let's go," he said coldly. "We may as well get this over with."

We walked over to the house. It was strange walking inside of my house after only a week and seeing how different everything was. Even Jerry's weapon closet was different. Instead of all of his swords and other weapons organized on the floor, someone had built racks on the walls and mounted everything. The closet was also his and hers now. The wall opposite Jerry's swords and maces and knives and axes, was now full of rifles and pistols and boxes of ammunition.

"I put all of your stuff in bags," he said. As he moved to go and drag the bags out, I moved. After a few moments, he called out to me.

"Dana, where are you," he called.

"In here," I replied. He walked into the room that we used to share and found my lying on our bed naked.

"I noticed that Sandy sleeps in the guest room," I said. Then I spread my legs as widely as I could. I was already dripping wet and I started to rub my pussy as he stared at me. Even from the bed I could see the change in him. I could see the tent growing in front of his pants. Jerry never could resist me. I rolled onto my stomach and stuck my ass up by arching my back. "Come and get it baby," I growled. I looked at him over one shoulder and saw that his mouth had dropped open.

"If it matters to you, we don't even have to tell her that it happened," I said. His eyes turned to slits then.

"Is that the same fucking line that Diego used on you," he said. "Is that what convinced you to throw away everything we had for that piece of shit? Get out of my house Dana. Drag your shit out of here with you and never come back, we're done."

"Jerry, it was a mistake. I'm sorry. I'm human," I whined. "Don't you want to know why I did it?"

"Nope," he said. "I just want you out of my house and out of my life. I guess it's true what they say. You can hate a person. You can love a person with all of your heart. But you can never really know a person."

"But Jerry, now that I've made my mistake, I'll never do that again and..." I said.

"Dana, you betrayed me," he said. "You've already had your chance to break my heart. Let's give someone else their turn before you get a second chance."

"Jerry, you don't understand. It wasn't about love it was only sex and there was a reason for it," I said.

"Yep, you wanted him as soon as you saw him," he said. "It was chemistry. It was love at first sight and all of that bullshit. Well now you have him so get out of my house and leave me the hell alone."

"But..." I began pleading.

Jerry just turned around and walked out of the house angrily.

The next day was the meeting with Sven. I was nervous as hell. We all met at Sven's house. His wife had a tray of snacks and drinks for us. We moved into a small quiet room with a table that had chairs all around it. Sven sat down and he looked amused as each couple picked a side.

"Well it looks as if my work is all done," he said. I looked at him puzzled.

"By the way you all sat down, this has all been settled," he said. I looked and noticed that Diego and I were sitting next to each other and Jerry and Sandy were as well. Jerry and Sandy were holding hands. Diego and I were as far apart as the table allowed.

"Not a chance," I said. "I came here to save my marriage and we aren't going to leave here until we've settled this."

"It seems pretty settled to me," said Sandy.

"Okay, let's handle this in the order that these things happened in," said Sven.

"Diego, when you first got here, I gave you a week to settle in. Over the first few days, we had the problem with you trying to force women into sex. We also had the theft incidents. Then we had the incident with Dana. Since then, you've volunteered for a lot of terrible jobs and done them well. I've also had a person or two speak up for you. If we throw out the incident with Dana, I'd be tempted to extend your stay with us on a probationary basis, so I guess we have to really look at two things. We'll table those two things until we settle the other incidents.

"Dana, you're causing me and the community a lot of stress. First because of the incident with Diego and secondly," he shook his head.

"Let's deal with them one at a time," he said. "There are two completely different types of rules or laws here. The first thing we're looking at are really moral views. Each society has its own views on morality. Do you know that most of the couples here in town aren't married? We don't require marriage. It's not a law. Dana, I married you and Jerry, not because you needed to be married by law but because the two of you asked me to. The two of you wanted a sense of being legally bound together. If the two of you don't want to be together any more, you don't require me to sever a bond that was only forged by your hearts."

I noticed Sandy and Jerry smiling.

"No wait," I said standing up. "Don't I get to say something? Don't I get a chance to explain?"

"Okay, go ahead," he said.

"I know that everyone thinks that what happened did so because of my lust or my selfishness. That wasn't the case. There were a lot of things involved. The first thing that happened was before Diego ever came to town. Jerry and I were the same happy couple we've always been. Sandy came over to our house one night and just started flirting with Jerry right in front of me." She smiled as I said this.

"Did that happen Sandy?" asked Sven.

"Yes," she said. "I'd just gotten to town and I didn't know if she was his sister or his cousin or what. Then there's the fact that nowadays a lot of couples live together but have sex with other people. I won't lie, I was attracted to him. There was also the fact that he'd saved both my life and my mother's and brought us here. But I didn't so much as kiss him."

"Is that true, Jerry?" asked Sven.

"Yes it is," said Jerry. "But there are a lot of attractive women in town. As beautiful as Sandy is, it takes more than looks for me to fall for someone. As a matter of fact, I thought Sandy was nice, but there was no way I'd have given up Dana for her or anyone else. I loved Dana. We were a pair."

"And that's the way we should still be," I yelled.

"So the next day, Diego came into town," I said. "He and Jerry fought in front of the gate and he looked at me. He kept giving me those looks like he wanted to have sex with me. I was still pissed off about Sandy flirting with Jerry right in front of me, so I decided to make Jerry jealous."

"I didn't know exactly how I intended to go about that, but Diego and fate helped out with that. I literally ran into him in the street shortly after that. For a long time, there had been something on my mind that I'd never told you, Jerry. I guess it's one of those things that used to be considered normal but now seems like am unreachable fantasy. I wanted us to have a baby in the worst way. So when Diego started talking about how many women he'd gotten pregnant, I guess an idea popped into my head. If Diego got me pregnant, we'd have a baby of our own and..."

I noticed that everyone in the room had all gasped at the same time and were staring at me. Even Sven, who usually tried to remain neutral and see both sides of a story, had his mouth open in shock.

"What?" I asked. "Having a baby would have been good for the whole community not just me..."

"So your real intention was to lie to me and make me raise some other man's child like it was ours," hissed Jerry. He'd risen to his feet and was leaning over the table glaring at me. He shook his head again and sat back down. 

"You know, Dana, I guess I'm just stupid. All this time, I've been expecting to hear some story about how you were tricked into betraying me. I guess I wanted to feel that somehow all the time we spent together hadn't been just wasted time. But I guess it's like I said earlier, you can never really know anyone else. No matter how this ends, I'm done with you. You're no better than the RABs. You're just a brain-dead hulk, shuffling around acting on sensory stimulation with no functioning brain to control yourself." He shook his head again and that bitch leaned over to comfort him.

Sven changed the subject. "And you Diego, I get the picture that this was just another con game to you, right?"

"No sir," said Diego. "I'm ashamed of myself. But I'm used to doing anything I have to do in order to survive. I wanted to be able to stay here, so I was willing to do anything I had to in order to make that happen. I was desperate. I knew that you were neutral on me, but Jerry hated me. So I had to do something to get him on my side. I knew that he had a weakness just as he does now." Jerry rose to his feet angrily.

"Let's step outside so you can show me this weakness," he spat.

"Not that kind of weakness, Jerry," said Diego. "Besides, you could kill me easily, I still can't move quickly after what you did to me. You have the same weakness now that you had then. The only difference is the person. When I first got here, Dana was your weakness. It was obvious that you'd do anything for her. I figured that if I did something for her or got something I could hold over her head, she could get you to overlook what I'd done. I'm sorry for that. I'm also sorry for cheating when we fought at the wall. My only defense again is that I was desperate. I just wasn't used to looking out for anyone other than myself."

No one said anything for a long time after that. Then Sven looked at Jerry. "Okay," said Jerry angrily. "He can stay...on a probationary basis. I guess if I put myself in his shoes, I'd probably have done some of those things myself in his situation. That doesn't cover her though," he said, pointing at me.

"I want my divorce and I don't want to have anything to do with her ever again," he sneered.

"Jerry no," I screamed. "You have to forgive me. How the hell can you let him slide, but not me? It's this little blond bitch and her giant titties, isn't it? I should have killed her the second I saw her..."

"Diego wasn't the one who swore to be faithful to me, Dana," said Jerry. "Diego isn't the person I'd lived with and loved with for five wasted fucking years, who then stabbed me in the back. Fuck you Dana, if you even look at her funny I'll take your head off of your fucking shoulders."

Jerry reached for his sword and only then realized that he'd left it at home since weapons weren't permitted in meetings. I realized then that I'd lost him forever and someone would pay for my loss.

"Okay, let's all calm down," said Sven. "We have a problem. I have to figure out how to solve this." He looked at the people around the table.

"Diego, you've said that you want to stay here," he said thoughtfully. "I want you to do something for me. We have a community that we trade with regularly in the area they used to call the River Walk. Dana should know the way there, she's gone there with Jerry several times."

"So you're going to send me to them?" said Diego sadly. "Well I guess it's a fresh start and..."

"No," said Sven. "You misunderstood me. This is a mission for you. I want you to take a load of supplies to River Walk and bring back the items they want to trade with us. You'll be coming back to us. Dana won't."

My heart nearly stopped when he said that. "What the fuck are you talking about, Sven," I screamed. "I've lived here far longer than he has. In case you've forgotten or gone senile, I was the one he tricked into fucking. I'm the victim, here..."

"Dana, this has nothing to do with the two of you having sex," said Sven. "You tried to kill another member of our community. You did it in a very heinous manner. You pushed her over the wall while her back was turned. This is a person who had never so much as touched you. No one here would ever trust you again. I won't tell the people at River Walk what you did. You'll have as Diego called it, a clean slate or a fresh start there and..."

"How the fuck will I have a clean slate," I whined. "They all know that Jerry and I are together. If I show up there alone, the first thing they'll ask me about is where Jerry is and why we aren't together."

Suddenly, a thought flashed through my mind. I looked at Jerry. "Do you remember what you told me last week?" I asked him.

"That was a world ago," he said. "Have a nice life."

"Fuck you Jerry," I said. "Fuck all of you."

"Never again," he smirked. I pushed the doors open and walked out of the room.

  *   *   *   *   *   *

  Jerry

  Over the next few days the number of RABs outside the walls dwindled as they wandered off or bit each other. We had several discussions about what to do about the large numbers of rotting bodies that were all over the landscape. We decided to send out parties to burn them. We weren't sure what burying them would do to the water table or the soil.

  For me personally, it was a very nervous time. I knew that unlike the first time I got married, this one would be a big event. Almost everyone in town was looking forward to it. The one person who wasn't was the person I once loved more than anything and now couldn't stand to be around.

  I was kind of antsy about it but luckily for me the opportunity for a distraction presented itself. Sven met me and Jessie at the wall one morning to tell me that we'd gotten a call on the radio. One of our trucks, loaded with supplies, was very close but had noticed the large numbers of RABs surrounding the complex still. They wondered whether it would be safe to open the door long enough to even get the truck inside.

  "What do you think?" asked Sven.

  "Finally a chance to get back to action," I said.

  "What do you have in mind?" asked Sven. I outlined my plan. He looked at me as if I was crazy, but nodded his head. "Are you going to be okay working with Dana one last time?" he asked.

  "Nope," I said. "I have someone else in mind. Things are going to be moving way too fast for that."

  I went back to the house and kissed Sandy awake. As her eyes opened and she saw me leaning over her bed she smiled. "I knew you couldn't wait until tomorrow after the wedding," she smirked. "Get in here," she raised her blanket up to make room for me. "You need to know, I'm not some whore like your ex who's been...well you know what I mean. I don't have a lot of experience at this. But I want you really badly. And I'll do anything you want..."

  "Hold onto that thought," I said. "What I need you to do is get dressed so we can go to work. And you're going to need to pick a few weapons that you think will be good for what we're going to do."

  "We're going fishing," I said sarcastically.

  "Jerry there's no water close to us," she said confused.

  "We're not exactly fishing for fish," I said. "We're fishing for RABs."

  "What the hell are we going to use as bait," she asked.

  "Me," I smiled.

  An hour later, just as the sun started to rise, I told Sven to call the truck and tell the driver to start slowly making his approach. I knew that from where they were, while trying to stay out of sight of the RABs surrounding the complex it would take them a little while to get close enough for what we were going to do.

  Jessie was still shaking his head as he looked at me. "You're out of your fucking mind," he said. "What the hell are you wearing? Shouldn't you have your leather jacket on?"

  I just smiled at him. "Jess, I've wanted to try this out for a while," I said. I rolled up my sleeve.

  "Where the hell did you get that?" he asked. "Is there any more?"

  "I found it on my last run," I said. "It's why I wanted to get back to that Museum Replicas store. Not only do they have battle ready swords and axes, they had several different types of chain mail. This is aluminum micro mail. It's made of very tiny links of computer welded aluminum. It's really light and very flexible. This shit is pretty much RAB proof. If I had gloves made of it and some kind of helmet, I could go out and just walk around through them and even let the fuckers bite me. Unfortunately, right now, I only have two shirts and two sets of leggings made of it."

  "Where's the other shirt and leggings?" he asked. I pointed to Sandy.

  "Somehow I expected that," he said. "You can't blame a guy for trying." Jessie had six men who would be working with him. If everything went off as it should, they'd have almost nothing to do. Jessie and his people had been going door to door making sure that everyone in town was locked safely in their homes. With the exception of the cooking staff, who were always up very early to make breakfast, almost everyone was still asleep.

  Sandy and I got into my car to wait for the signal. Three men lined up on either side of my car in front of the big gate.

  Jessie got on the walkway above the gate and watched. Across the complex, 180 degrees from the gate, Roy Thomas and a couple of his men stood at a guardhouse. The guard house had been rigged with huge speakers. We had a generator near the guard house to power the huge speakers. Jessie waved a flashlight to signal Roy and Roy blasted music through those huge speakers.

  The song was one of my favorites. I'd given it to Roy. It was leftover from way back in the 1980's before I was ever born. It was done by an English band called Grim Reaper, back when there was an England. It was a very melodic although quick paced tune called Rock You To Hell.

  The song, played at ear splitting volume, not only caught the attention of all of the RABs that surrounded the complex, it drew them to that side of the complex and away from the gate. The RABs all around us headed towards the back side of the complex. When most of them were either there or heading there, the gate opened and Jessie made the sign of the cross and then gave me the thumbs up sign.




RABs Ch. 02



I stomped my gas pedal and my Mustang in EV mode shot forward out of the gate, which immediately closed behind us. I circled the complex at a relatively slow pace and about fifty yards out. As soon as the gate closed behind me, Roy saw the Mustang and turned off the speakers. I started the speakers we'd mounted in the Mustang's trunk and although the volume had dropped noticeably, it was still very loud and still the same song.

  The RABs outside of the wall turned and started to follow the Mustang as I headed away from the complex. That was the point of my slow pace. I needed to drive slowly enough to get them to follow me but quickly enough to keep enough distance between us that Sandy could get into her position. When I arrived at my target zone, the fastest 8 or 10 of them were only about fifty to sixty yards away from me. I opened the door and helped Sandy up into the large tree that we'd parked under.

  "Is this how all of our dates are going to be," she asked as she kissed me before scrambling up to safety in the branches. The RABs, to our knowledge, couldn't perform complex actions like climbing so she should be relatively safe. I was also sure that even if they saw her, they simply didn't have the brain power to associate her pointing her gun at them with danger.

  That was all the time I had to think as the first wave of RABs reached me. I slid over the hood of my car so the three of them would have to walk around it. That spaced them out enough that I could deal with them one on one.

  The first one, a huge fat guy who foamed at the mouth and screamed at me as he approached, was dispatched easily with a two handed swing on my mace into his frontal lobe. I quickly turned to check my six and saw one of the others approaching me. His head exploded as Sandy drilled him from above.

  "Don't get greedy," I heard her say through the com unit's ear piece. "Protecting your ass is my job."

  *   *   *   *   *   *

  Dana

  I was immediately up and on my feet faster than I'd ever moved before. I looked around me in the darkness and suddenly realized why. All over the complex, at incredibly loud volume, I heard Jerry's favorite God damned song. It was one of those eighties hair band songs with nothing but loud assed guitar playing and screaming. He listened to a lot of those songs but this one was the one that he always told me he'd want to have playing in his final battle.

  I quickly threw on a sweat shirt and some jeans and ran out of the dorm building I'd been staying in. I couldn't believe that I had to room with all of those stupid old women, while that blond man stealer was in my house, fucking my husband.

  I ran out into the streets and noticed that more than a few people were coming out of their buildings trying to figure out what was going on.

  Apparently, my subconscious had forgotten that I hated Jerry. The previous day, he'd chosen that skinny blond bitch with her oversized breasts over me and I'd soon be moving to a different community for trying to kill her.

  Luckily, most of the town was acting on habit instead of knowledge. Even as they herded most of the people back inside of the buildings for safety, the security team ignored me and let me through.

  I made it all the way to the gate and then noticed that the music had been lowered and was coming from the other direction. I was so used to all of the action occurring at the gate that I'd gone that way out of habit myself.

  "Jessie, what the hell is going on?" I screamed.

  "Get back in your...wherever you're staying," he said.

  "Jessie, where's Jerry?" I asked. He shook his head. "Go to the rear guard tower," he said. I took off running. The look on Jessie's face told me that something was going on. Jessie had sent Jerry and me out on scouting missions that might prove dangerous, for years. But this time he really looked worried. I really believe that was the only reason he told me what was going on. So I could have one last look at Jerry just in case.

  I took off running and made it to the rear guard tower without being stopped. I climbed the ladder and saw Sven, and Roy on the walkway. In the distance, I saw Jerry's car. It was at least a hundred and fifty to two hundred yards out and the music seemed to be coming from it. All of the RABs that had been surrounding our complex were running, walking, shuffling or crawling towards the car.

  My blood went cold and I started to cry as I realized what was going on.

  I grabbed Sven around his throat and slapped him. "What the hell is he doing out there?' I screamed. Roy had to pull me back before I knocked the old man off of the wall.

  Didn't they understand that the Mustang wasn't any kind of protection? All the RABs had to do was break the glass of the windows and then they'd drag Jerry out and bite him. I lunged for Sven again.

  Jerry wasn't even in the car. He was outside of the car. I snatched the binoculars from the shelf and trained them on him. Jerry was in his element. He leaped and twirled and stabbed and crushed limbs and skulls with his mace. I put the binoculars down and glared at Sven. The binoculars were picked back up and I noticed Diego had climbed up beside us.

  "It was his idea," said Sven. "We needed a distraction to get the RABs away from the gate so the truck, now there are two of them, could get in safely. He won't be out there for very long, but we did need those supplies. We're running very low on meat, fuel and several other necessary supplies."

  "You let him go out there alone?" I hissed. "You're all fucking cowards."

  "It was his plan," said Sven. "We needed almost every other fighter at the gate, just in case any of the RABs didn't take the bait and tried to get inside the complex. If just one of those guys got in here, it would be all over for us."

  "If you needed every available fighter..." began Diego.

  "You said it yourself yesterday," said Sven. "You're still having trouble moving and..."

  "And you sent him out there with no one to watch his back," I screamed. "Where the fuck are the shooters?"

  "Dana, who do we have that can shoot that God damned far?" asked Sven.

  "What about Barbie," I screamed at him. "What about his fucking girlfriend? Surely Miss Longrifle should have her ass on this wall right now."

  "Dana, that isn't really possible," said Sven.

  "Why the fuck not?" I asked.

  He took the binoculars from Diego and handed them to me. "Look at him closely," said Sven gently. "If you look carefully, you'll notice that from time to time RABs around him are killed without him touching them. Now look up into the tree, maybe ten feet up..."

  I saw her, for the first time then. Sandy was perched in the tree behind him. She had a lever action carbine and she was shooting constantly. I realized then that I truly had been replaced. When I'd been Jerry's spotter, I'd been relegated to staying some distance away from him and simply calling out over the com link when someone approached him. Sandy actually went into battle with him and simply killed anyone within his range. She was already far more suited to the job as his spotter than I had ever been.

  I heard Roy then talking into his com link. "As far as I can tell, we're clear back here. They're all heading for Jerry and Sandy. Bring them in, I'll get team two ready," he said.

  I noticed two guys near the ladder start to loosen up as Roy signaled them. Across the complex, the big gate swung open and a truck pulled inside. The gate stayed open and after only a few seconds and second truck came in. Jessie and his crew, including several fighters and three shooters on the wall made sure that no RABs managed to sneak in.

  "Clear," someone shouted over Roy's com link. Roy fired a flare into the air. It caught the attention of a lot of the RABs near Jerry, but he continued to fight. Sandy shot several of the RABs near Jerry and he did something that stopped the music from pouring out of his car. A few seconds later, Roy again started the music at ear splitting volume out of the big speakers. Some of the RABs in the rear of the group turned towards the wall. Jerry used that opportunity to jump up into the tree and climb to the lower branches.

  When the RABs close to him realized that they couldn't get to him, they lost interest. The two guys near Roy lowered themselves to the ground on ropes and ran part way to the herd of RABs. As the herd turned to chase these guys, they completely forgot about Jerry. I saw Jerry jump down from the tree and help Sandy down as well. They got into his car and circled around towards the front gate. The Mustang came in fast and silent. Jerry and Sandy were safely inside before the RABs even reached the back guard tower. The two men outside of the wall climbed back in on their ropes and we were back to the status quo with no one hurt. Between them, Jerry and Sandy had reduced the number of RABs substantially.

When the gate closed, everyone in the complex, including the trucking crews surrounded Jerry and Sandy. It was like something out of a fucking movie. She stood there holding that rifle in one hand while the other hand grasped his as if she'd never let go of it. He had that mace in one hand while the other, of course, grabbed hers. As the crowd cheered them and reached out trying to touch them, I almost heaved. It took a long time for the cheers to die down and one thing kept running through my mind. "It should have been me with him," I thought. All of those cheers and accolades should have been mine. They would have been mine if that cheating, scummy, whore hadn't stolen my husband right out from under me.

For the rest of that day, the whole fucking town talked about nothing except the wedding the following day. I was pissed. I even heard some people ask why Jerry and I hadn't had a big wedding. That made me smile until someone said that he hadn't loved me as much as he loved Sandy. They continued by saying that I was cute, but Sandy was beautiful.

I'd hated Sandy since I first saw her. But that morning, watching the people who had previously been my best friends or even my extended family, fawn over her and ignore me was when I decided that I needed to hurt her badly.

Even that idiot Diego was kissing her ass. He didn't seem to realize that they were treating us both like the red-headed step children. In order to do something serious, I was going to need to pull Diego's head out of his ass.

I had an idea of how to do that. It was evil, but in a way I owed the bastard one. After all, he ruined my life here, so he deserved the same treatment.

I eased my way over to garden area and found Lana. Lana was working on weeding the area around the tomato plants. I asked her if she needed help. She just shrugged her shoulders.

"You've never worked in the garden before," she said. "It's not really hard work but being down on your knees for long periods of time isn't very easy on your body."

"Well, I just needed something to do," I said. "I'm trying to get my mind off of the big wedding tomorrow. I was planning on spending the entire day with Diego but he got tired so we're taking a break." Her eyes got huge.

"Men just can't keep going for as long as we can," I said. "No matter how big they are. But you know that already don't you."

She looked everywhere but back at me. Lana, being a matronly type, was uncomfortable talking about sex.

After a few moments of pulling weeds from the ground to prevent them from choking out the plants, I exhaled loudly.

"Whew," I said. "How can you do this for so long? I need a break." I got up and headed for my dorm.

On the way there I found Diego and pulled him after me.

"What cha' doing?" I asked, smiling at him. As Diego ranted about learning the ins and outs of driving the truck and reading the map for our trip, I looked around. Lana had vanished from the garden. I was pretty sure of where she was.

"Where are you pulling me?" he asked.

"The dorms," I said saucily. "There's something else we're going to have to do to get ready for our trip."

"I'm not helping you steal anything out of that room," he said looking at me evilly. It's always the former criminals who try to be the most pious, I thought.

"We're not going to steal anything," I said, grabbing his arm again. "I have to get used to that monster between your legs, if we're going to be using it during our trip. You're going to need to stretch my little pussy out."

"But..." he said, stopping right in the middle of the street.

"But what," I asked. "Don't you like the idea of fucking me, whenever you want, as much as you want while we're on the road?"

"But uhm..." he said looking around.

"That's over," I said. "Jerry and I are no longer married. He doesn't care if you fuck me. He has Sandy now. And to tell you the truth, maybe the two of them deserve each other. They're both so into their weapons and stuff. I've just decided to let it all go and embrace my future. River Walk is a fresh start for me. I really don't fit in here anymore."

We got to my dorm and it was deserted because most of the women who lived there all had jobs. I took off my clothes slowly, trying to tease Diego and get him fully aroused. I also needed to buy myself some time. Diego was pretty useless to me in bed, so I just wanted to take the pain for just a few seconds. My timing needed to be really good though. I kept glancing through the window until I saw what I wanted to see. Then I acted.

"Come on Diego, what are you waiting for," I crooned. "'Shove that big motherfucker inside of me."

"What about foreplay and kissing?" he asked.

"No time for that," I said. "I wanna fuck."

Diego got on top of me and pushed his huge dick into my dry pussy. It felt like someone had split me open with a white-hot bar of iron. He was pulling out to ram it home a second time when the door opened up. I gyrated my hips like he was fucking the shit out of me just as Anita screamed. Diego turned around and saw her. His dick wilted immediately as she jumped at him.

She was crying and screaming and she slapped his face hard. Diego tried to ward off her blows but she was enraged. He tripped and screamed in pain suddenly. He got to his feet again, very gingerly. I could tell that the injury to his asshole was flaring up again. He'd probably torn the cut open when he fell.

Anita didn't care, she picked up a heavy bowl off the table and slammed it into Diego's head. The bowl cracked and blood dripped down his face. Diego suddenly reached back and slapped her hard, to calm her down. The big woman started crying and ran out of the room. Diego looked at me in shock.

"You saw that," he said. "She was going crazy." I nodded my head.

In less than five minutes, Anita was back. Her cheek was red and swelling from where Diego had slapped her. Sven, Jessie and several of the other men were with her.

"There he is," whined Anita. "When I came into the room, he was in the process of raping Dana and..."

"Oh, he didn't rape me," I said. "...Like he never raped you, Anita. We were fucking. You came in and interrupted us and then started trying to hurt him."

"But he's a man," said Jessie. "There's no reason for him to ever hit a woman."

"He's been wounded already," I said. "He reopened the cut that Jerry gave him while he was trying to get away from Anita. She'd already slapped him several times when he fell and tore his ass again. Then she broke that bowl over his head. The blood is still dripping from it. All he did was to slap her once to get her off of him. It was purely self-defense and he did it with an open hand."

From living with these people for most of my life I played them like a cheap fiddle. All of my impassioned pleas were for Diego's benefit. I knew that Anita was upset because the fat bitch was in love with Diego. It had been her defense of Diego that had convinced Sven that Diego should stay with us. For Anita, walking in after being told by Lana that I was having sex with Diego, had broken her heart. She'd reacted the way she had because she was so jealous she could barely control herself.

Sven seeing Anita upset was enraged himself. Anita was Sven's daughter and he loved her. Jessie, a very large man as well, although married, had always been a little bit in love with Anita, so I knew that if he came, he'd be very angry too. I looked at the ground as if I was embarrassed about being caught.

"I don't know what happened to you, Dana," said Sven. "But I know now, why Jerry was so upset with you. He loved you with all of his heart. You just can't seem to control yourself when it comes to this man. As for you Diego, perhaps I was hasty in my judgment. Maybe River Walk IS the place for you after all."

"But..." said Diego.

"I also think that I can get Jerry and Sandy to give you two enough of a distraction that you two could leave first thing in the morning, before the wedding," said Sven. "The two of you should probably pack your things tonight. You don't need as much preparation or planning since neither of you will be coming back. Just take the truck and supplies as my parting gift to you. I'll say goodbye now, just in case I don't see you again."

"Don't we have to be tattooed and stuff before we leave?" I asked innocently.

  "You don't have to ever worry about us recognizing you if you come back here," he said nastily. "I'll always remember the two of you. And Jerry will remember you long after I'm dead." He left slamming the door on his way out.

  "I'm ruined," cried Diego. "I was trying so hard to fit in and now I can't come back either. I had it all. I was earning a place here. I even had a woman who liked me. I had the perfect life. And it's gone. It was all a mistake."

  "Welcome to the fucking club," I spat. "Quit whining. Be a man."

  He looked at me suddenly. I was sitting there on the bed smiling at him. "You planned this," he said.

  "Took ya a while to figure that out didn't it?" I said. "And I'll write Sven a letter telling him that, if you play ball with me. You can have your cozy little life back, but you have to do a couple of things that you might not like doing anymore."

  "I'm not going to rape anyone or steal anything," he said.

  "Please," I said. "You're acting like a drug addict that got clean and then became a preacher. You have to think about what you want. And if what you want is to be back between Anita's fat thighs you'd better be ready to jump when I say so."

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  Jerry

  The night before our wedding was painful for both Sandy and me. We slept together for the first time. But when I say slept, I really mean slept. It was extremely hard. Sandy came to my bed wearing next to nothing.

  "I don't want to ever sleep without you again," she said. As she eased under the covers with me, her soft skin brushed against me. I wrapped my arms around her and she moaned. Her nipples were like small tents, rising above the material of her silky T-shirt. She wore nothing under it.

  "Sandy," I whined.

  "This is all about willpower," she said. "I want you just as badly, probably more. If you want me tonight instead of tomorrow no one would ever know except us."

  She pulled our faces together and kissed me deeply. Her tongue tasted as sweet as any candy I'd ever sampled. Before I knew it we were dry humping each other like the world depended on it.

  But that was all we did. We both wanted the next day to be something really special. It was why we'd waited for so long.

  We fell asleep wrapped in each other's loving arms and dreamed wonderful dreams about our lives together. I guess it just served to show that even in a world that had been torn apart by tragedy, with humanity barely surviving, true love would find a way.

  Unfortunately, we awoke to find that the world was still the shitty place we'd both come to know.