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Another Zombie Story

By: not_so_penniless



"SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

In the dead of night, with nothing around me, the sound of the car screeching down the road quickly woke me up. I hadn't heard a car running in weeks. Quickly, I got up and climbed the nearby ladder. Above me, I lifted the hatch and pulled myself up to the roof. The car had come to a stop about a hundred feet to my north, and the driver's door had been left wide open. Whoever they were, they had been in quite a hurry.

They had parked into a driveway, and a light suddenly flicked on inside. Inwardly, I groaned. "Thanks," I whispered to myself. The sound of the car wasn't a big enough give-away, they had to pinpoint their location for the undead. As I made my way down the ladder, closing the hatch overhead, I heard the first shotgun blast ring out, cutting the silence of the night. With the hatch secured, I climbed down and walked into the small sitting room.

It had been months since the plague hit; we weren't sure what exactly was occuring, but we found out in a hurry that our dead were coming back to life. No one was ready for that first week, when all hell broke loose. People didn't care for one another; it was all about getting yourself the fuck out of there. Some of the smarter people banded up and formed groups to help fend off the attacks. I had been in one of those groups. Ours had been only ten people, but we had been fortunate enough to come across the abandoned hospital. We had secured one of the upper floors and had made that our base of operations for a few weeks. However, that didn't last and we were scattered.

I'm not sure what happened to the other four that had gone south. Of the six of us that went eastwards, only I had made it. The others, one by one, were cornered and killed off. I had come across a small grocery store and holed up in there. It had showed signs of once being inhabited, but whoever had been there was long since gone.

The sound of a shotgun going off pulled me away from my reverie. Four shots went off, then nothing. There was silence.

I had fixed up the base at the grocery store when I first came to it, putting up boards and moving shelves against the larger openings. The backroom had an escape to the roof via a ladder and hatch, which is where I stayed now. There had been ammunition and various weapons, not to mention a lot of non-perishable foods that would keep me alive for some time.

Over the last few weeks, I had been able to keep in shape by jogging around the roof and doing various exercises, whatever it took to keep my mind busy and body limber. I heard the car door suddenly slam shut and the car turn on before I heard that dreaded noise. 

"HRRRRRRRNNNNNNNNNNNNN..."

The moan. That awful fucking noise I have come to detest, that I had prayed I'd never hear again. With a sigh, I grabbed the scoped rifle nearby and a box of bullets. Slipping the strap across my shoulder, I climbed the ladder and lifted the hatch once again. Making my way towards the ledge, I noticed the car hadn't moved; the door was ajar again, with someone standing on the hood. A few zombies were dragging themselves from the west towards... her?

HER?

I wasn't sure what to do. She had only a few minutes before they would be on her, but I could tell she was already panicking. Her sight wasn't on the zombies; instead, she was looking around for a quick escape. I wondered why she wasn't using the car, but something must have been wrong with it. Setting the rifle down, I grabbed the rope-ladder that I had made earlier. Tossing it down the side of the wall, I prayed that I could give her enough of a chance to make it here.

Picking up the rifle, I aimed down the sights and fired. One of their heads popped off, exploding in a cloudy mist of blood. The echo of the gunshot rung out across the valley, alerting everything towards me. I turned to her and waved the gun, hoping she'd notice me. Thankfully, she was quicker than I was; already, she was sprinting towards the wall, her eyes on the rope ladder.

"HURRY UP!" I yelled, before kneeling down and aiming through the sights. Another shot fired; another zombie's head popped off. I looked over the ledge and she was climbing up, her shotgun tucked between her bag and her back. When she climbed over the ledge, I grabbed the ladder and pulled it up over and led her to the hatch. "Go ahead and climb down," I whispered. She nodded and quickly made her way to the room. I followed after, closing the hatch behind me.

"Thank you," she whispered, hugging me tightly as soon as my feet were on the ground. I wrapped my free arm around her shoulders.

"You're welcome," I said, pulling away and smiling to her. She had shoulder-length brown hair and dark eyes, with a light skin-tone. Her clothes looked disheveled, as did she; I could tell she hadn't slept in awhile, and probably not eaten properly. "Go ahead and sit down, rest up."

She nodded, looking around. "Where?" she asked.

"Just ummm, you can lie down on the bed. I'll get you some new clothes and something to eat and drink," I replied, before giving her a quick smile and making my way towards the other room. I had gathered some clothes from a few houses nearby every now and then, simply because I liked the thought of a "fresh" set of clothes. When I walked back to the other room, she was sitting on the edge of the bed, which was just two mattresses stacked atop one another, quietly crying. I sat beside her and set the clothes behind her.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, leaning to me and crying on my shoulder. I wrapped my arms around her and comforted her the best I could.

"Nothing to be sorry for," I said, rubbing her back. "I know it's been rough, but you're still alive."

She nodded and pulled away. "But I put you in danger. I--"

"Hey, let's not worry about that." As if on cue, the loud, guttural groan of the damned seemed to turn up a notch. I rolled my eyes. "They know we're around here, so we'll have to stay holed up for a bit. We can go to the roof and walk around the store, but we have to be careful."

"Is the store safe?"

"Yeah," I said. "I've been here for a few weeks now. It got overrun once, but I think they just didn't work together. We'll do better than they did." I placed my hand on her shoulder and gave her a soft squeeze. She smiled; despite her weariness, she was beautiful. "Anyways, go ahead and change and eat. There's food in the other room, help yourself. I'll be back in a few minutes." I stood up and grabbed the rifle again and walked back to the ladder.

"Be careful," she said.

"Of course," I replied. I looped the strap over my shoulder and climbed back up. When I got to the roof and looked over the ledge, my heart caught in my throat. Thousands of the undead had lined the streets, wandering around aimlessly. A few were at the wall, scratching and pounding on it. I walked around the roof, looking at the streets, seeing if they were surrounding us. Thankfully, they weren't; they had congregated on the western wall, with a few stragglers on the northern and southern walls. I removed the scope from the rifle and scanned the east, to see how I could create a distraction further away from us.

"The gas station..." I murmured. I was certain it was empty of any gasoline, but there was a chance it could create a very large explosion. I reattached the scope to the rifle and aimed down the sights, ensuring I could get a perfect shot.

"Hey." Her voice behind me startled me. I pulled the trigger.

The silence that followed surprised me more. When I looked at the rifle, I was surprised to see I had put on the safety. I had no recollection of ever doing that. Slowly, I turned to her and smiled. "Hey, you surprised me."

She had changed into some jeans that hugged her legs tightly. She wore her boots still but had tossed on a hoodie. "Sorry," she said, making her way to me. I turned and pointed to the gas station. "You think there's gas?" she asked.

I shrugged. "I think so, but if there's not, it's ok. It's a distraction."

"We could fill my car up and get out of here, though."

"And go where?" She had no reply. "No offense, but your car isn't a good escape vehicle. It's too small."

"It was just an idea," she said, suddenly sounding very defensive. I sighed and turned to her.

"I--" I stopped. It hit me suddenly. "What's your name?"

"Aja," she said.

"Aja, I'm Chris." I gave her a smile. "I have a vehicle hidden, that is my escape should this place get overrun or I need to relocate." She nodded. "Did you eat?"

"Yeah, a little bit. I don't have much of an appetite," she whispered. "I just keep hearing their moans, and the--" she stopped and bit her lower lip. I placed my hand on her arm, gave her a soft squeeze.

"Let's not think about that. You let them get into your head, you're as good as dead." I withdrew my hand. "I know you're tired and scared and your confidence is shot. Things are bleak, yes, but you cannot give up hope." I turned back to the east, to the gas station. "Tomorrow, we'll help build your confidence the only way I can think of."

"How's that?" she asked, giving me a quizzical look.

"Simple." I took her hand in mine and led her to the ladder. "We build a bomb."

She gasped. "A bomb?" I pointed to the ladder and she made her way down. I followed her, shutting the hatch and setting the gun aside.

"Yeah, a bomb. We have plenty of supplies here in the store. It has to be light, though. I'll have to travel fast and--"

"I'm coming with you," she interrupted. Before I could reply, she continued. "You saved me today from certain death. You've been kind and sweet, you've been helpful. Let me help. Please?"

"Aja, I can't. I need you here." She seemed defeated, so I took her hands in mine. "I don't know if this will work or not. If it doesn't, you'll need to shoot the gas tank, wait a few hours, then escape."

She didn't like that one bit; I could tell just by the look on her face. "I've lost too many friends and family already, Chris. You're the first person I've talked to in the last month. I can't lose you."

I nodded. "I know it's tough." I pointed to the other room. "Let's go eat."

Over the next few hours, we ate and scoured the store, looking for whatever I felt would make an incredibly powerful yet light bomb. We took the ingredients to the roof and piled them in a corner before throwing a few articles of clothing atop them. Mostly, it was laundry detergent and bleach, as well as hair products. When we had collected enough materials, I led Aja back into the main room. We ate again in somewhat silence; as time passed, the low groan seemed to only increase. I knew, then, more would be coming and I had to think up a quick route from here to the gas station; one that wouldn't leave me exposed, wouldn't put Aja in danger and, most importantly, would get me back safely. Unfortunately, I didn't have any maps.

"Something the matter?" Aja asked. I shook my head.

"Just don't have any maps, need to go back to the roof." I nodded to one of the other scoped rifles hanging on the wall. "Grab one, let's go. I'll need a second set of eyes."

She seemed to glow at the thought and quickly grabbed the rifle, slinging it over her shoulder. As I climbed up and opened the hatch, the cold caught my face and felt immediately refreshing. Though the night wasn't truly chilly, the cool breeze was a pleasant surprise. Nights were either very cold or very hot; this medium was welcoming. I reached down and helped pull Aja up onto the roof. We walked to the eastern wall and looked down. Like before, there were no zombies along that wall or wandering the streets. 

"How far away do you think it is?" she asked. I took the scoped rifle off my shoulder and removed the scope, handing it to her. She, in turn, handed me her rifle and I aimed down its sights.

"Not too far, maybe a mile." I looked to the right, southbound, and noted a few buildings. "If I can go through those houses, then catch that alley, I'd be about halfway to the station. Follow Parkway down--"

"You can't take the streets for that long," Aja interrupted. "They'll see you and this will be messed up."

"They're all on the other side of the building." I jerked a thumb behind my back. "Banging on the wall, groaning and trying to eat us." Aja stood up and took a few steps to the west. "Don't," I called out. I turned to her and shook my head. "Please, just don't."

She paused, an internal conflict going on behind her eyes. I knew she wanted to look, maybe out of a perverse curiosity, but I knew she also didn't want to upset me. Eventually, she came back and knelt down beside me. "How many are there?" she asked.

"Enough," I deadpanned. "The alley continues another few blocks, but I'll be forced to take Parkway the last three blocks. I really have no choice."

"What about the way back?"

"I figure, I could just retrace my steps. You see that black, two-story house?" I pointed to the southeast, and Aja nodded. "I'm going to hide there. You're going to take the shot, ok?"

Her eyes widened at this revelation. "Wait, what?"

"Yeah, I'm going to need you to hit the bomb. I'll place it right next to the tank, so you'll have a large target to hit."

"But, Chris--"

"When I get there, I'm setting the bomb down, then firing a few rounds into the air, then I'm running to the house. I'll wait until they begin to congregate at the station. You shoot that tank, we'll kill a few hundred of them like that." I snapped my fingers. 

"And if that house has zombies? Or survivors? What are you going to do then?"

I stood up. "It'll work. Best shot we have. This place has enough food and supplies to last another three, four weeks. I'm not in a rush to move just yet. It's pretty impenetrable."

"I don't think it's a good plan," she said, a heavy frown on her face. I sighed in response. "I mean, there's so much that could go wrong. You could be spotted before you even get halfway there, then you just lead them back here. We could both die."

I lifted my hand up. "Okay, okay. Fuck." I was agitated. The plan wasn't perfect, sure. However, I had to get those zombies away from us. Especially since my escape plan was to the west, where more than a few thousand zombies resided. "Let's just get some sleep," I said, picking up both guns and slipping my left arm through both straps. "We'll work on it later." I walked towards the ladder and climbed down. Shortly after, I heard the hatch close and she followed down.

"Where am I going to sleep?" she asked, as we both stared at the one bed. She handed me the scope for the rifle, which I set down near the other weapons.

"You can have the bed," I replied. "I'll figure something out." I had found a few sleeping bags weeks ago but never bothered to make use of them. Over the next few minutes, I dressed down and pulled out two of the sleeping bags; one to lay on, one to lay in. As I got ready to slip into the bag, Aja came to me and embraced me once again.

"I can't thank you enough," she whispered. I returned the hug and patted her back.

"You're welcome, I'm just glad to help." I could feel her soft breasts against my chest and, for the first time in ages, I felt myself become aroused. I withdrew and smiled at her, gesturing to the bed with a wave of my hand. "You should get some sleep. We've got a lot to do tomorrow."

"You got it." She climbed into the bed as I lied down. "You know, if that's not comfortable, you could join me up here." I looked up at her and saw her bashful smile. "It'd be nice to have the company, you know?" I nodded.

"Yeah, I know. I'm fine down here for the time being, though." She lost a bit of her smile and I realized that I had made an ass of myself. "Then again, I am used to the bed." That seemed to do it. I got back up and crawled into the bed beside her. She wasted no time wrapping an arm around my chest.

"You don't mind, right?" she asked. I shook my head.

"Nah, go right ahead." Truth was, it had been months for me, too, since I last shared a bed with someone. Before the undead, I had been single for a handful of months and was feeling a bit depressed about being single. However, once the undead rose, I completely forgot about all of that. Until right now, when I could smell Aja's scent, feel her body so close to mine. I knew if she even slightly grazed near my crotch she'd feel my erect manhood straining through its confines. Mentally, I tried to think of the undead instead of how badly I wanted to have sex with her.

"Goodnight," she whispered and gave me a light peck on the cheek.

"Goodnight," I echoed, closing my eyes and drifting off to sleep.

. . . . . . . . . . .

I stirred and woke up, being careful not to bother Aja, who was soundly sleeping. Slowly and silently, I slid out of the bed and walked over to the gun rack. Grabbing a rifle and a handgun, I set them aside and grabbed some clothes. I dressed dark and put on some running shoes. When I was fully dressed, I went to the ladder.

"What do you think you're doing?" I heard Aja ask. I stopped and spun around, looking at Aja, who had moved into a sitting position on the bed. I could see the upset look on her face.

"Aja, I--" Quickly, I was interrupted.

"No, Chris, no!" She threw the blankets off and left the bed, walking over to me. "Look, what am I supposed to do if you die, huh? You're not thinking this through. And now, you're going to leave, and leave me here alone, while you try to what? Make a bomb, lug it to the gas station you're HOPING has gas and blow it to high hell? Are you serious?"

I didn't know how to respond. I gathered my thoughts for what felt like an eternity. Finally, I managed to get out a rather weak excuse. "It's a good plan that has a chance of working."

"Don't even give me that, Chris. You and I both know you have more of a chance of dying out there than living through this. Just wait."

"No." I was fed up with hearing her say this was a bad plan. I was being selfish, I knew that. "This will work. If you had faith in it, then you'd know my plan is the best shot we have at getting them away."

"Oh, really now?"

"Yes, really. You've not seen how many are out there. There's a lot, Aja. I told you not to look to the west, simply because I didn't want you getting unnerved. It's not a few hundred, Aja. It's a few thousand, easily. I need them away from the west."

Fear seemed to spread across her face and she took a step back. The thought of that many rattled her; I had done what I tried to protect her from. I felt like shit.

"Fine." Her voice had gone quiet and she had completely withdrawn. She turned around and went back to the bed, lied down and threw the blanket over herself. Without saying a word, I grabbed the rifle and slung it over my shoulder, took the handgun and placed it into the backpack before tossing that over my other shoulder. I climbed the ladder, lifted the hatch, went out into the night and shut the hatch. I could climb down the east wall with the rope ladder, and I knew the undead didn't have the coordination to climb it themselves.

It took about an hour before I had fashioned two, what I considered to be, bombs. They were light and fit easily into the backpack. Trouble was, I wasn't sure I could hit them from a distance with the rifle. When I had everything secured, I threw the rope ladder down and quietly scaled down it. Quickly, I spun around and headed down the set path, taking mental notes of where I could hide, where zombies might be hiding, things like that. With the handgun in my hand, I felt decently safe.

I wasn't sure how long it took me to reach the large black house I had designated my "safe spot", but when I got there, I opened the front door and walked in. The floorboards groaned under my weight, which I immediately regretted. Aja was right; this wasn't safe. The stairs were even worse, creaking and straining underfoot. I could smell blood, decay and shit in the rooms upstairs, something I didn't want to deal with. I reached the master bedroom and opened the door, and I was greeted with a rancid surprise.


Another Zombie Story Ch. 02



When I woke up in the morning, I felt Aja's presence close to me. I turned and nearly jumped out of bed when I found her staring back at me, wide awake.

"Oh god!" I cried out, which made her laugh.

"Did I just scare you?" she asked.

"Yeah, I wasn't expecting you to be staring at me," I replied. She giggled and I took that as my opportunity to lean towards her and press my lips to hers. She responded in kind, kissing me softly. We scooted our bodies to one another; our nakedness against one another felt right. I already felt my erection pushed against her thigh, which she had then decided to raise and drape over me. I thrust my hips forward and felt the head of my cock rub her pussy.

"Mmm, Chris," she whispered, before pushing her hips forward. My length pushed through her lips and, soon, I was buried deep into her wet sex. Her hands went to my back while I rolled atop her; her legs parted and I began to slowly push in, pull out of her. Our lips were pressed together, locked in a deep kiss as our hands began to roam our bodies.I accidentally slid out of her, but she just reached down between us and grabbed my dick, lined it up with her hole. I took her cue and sunk deep inside of her, pushing until I felt the base press against her. 

Her eyes opened and caught mine; there was a look as unspoken words were said. An agreement. Her legs wrapped around my lower back and I began to quickly thrust deep into her. She held me close to her so I couldn't pull out far, but it was enough to give her pleasure, as I could see it go across her face. She bit down on her lower lip, stifling her moans while her eyes closed. She basked in the pleasure, focusing on that and nothing else. I could tell she escaped into it, away from this hellish nightmare that consumed us now. A part of me hated that she would wake back up to it.

Her hands gripping my shoulders woke me from my thoughts and I found her now with a small sheen of sweat on her face. I felt it on my back and arms, slowly crawling down my chest. The room smelled heavy with our sex, a fragrance I obviously preferred over the stench of death outside.

"Chrissss," she moaned, bringing me to my body and the tension building. I could feel it coming and my balls tightened. I thrust a few more times, before pushing in deep once. She held me tight and I came deep inside of her. She leaned to me and we kissed. Something in the room changed. In the back of my head, I knew that I had impregnated her.

"That was..." she panted, out of breath.

"Different." My voice sounded far away, like I was listening to myself speak. Her expression changed then, looking quizzically at me. I shook it off and pulled away. "Go ahead and rest up, Aja." I stood up and walked over to the other room.

"Chris?" she called out. I came back out, wiping myself off with a shirt. I tossed her one and she began to clean up, as well. "You're acting strange."

I frowned. "Sorry, I just had something on my mind."

She stared at me. She was waiting for an answer. When I didn't provide one, she said, "Well?"

"It's hard to expla--"

"CHRIIIIIIIIIIIS!" I heard a familiar voice yell outside. Grabbing a pair of shorts, I slipped them on and ran to the ladder. "CHRIIIIIIIIS!"

"Aja, get dressed and bring a rifle!" I commanded to her as I scrambled up the rungs. Pushing the hatch open, I climbed onto the roof and ran to the edge. My heart sank immediately when I reached the ledge.

Harold, one of the people I first had been with when the infected attacks began, was leaning against a nearby wall, looking up at the roof. "HAROLD!" I called out. He snapped his attention to me, and I saw it then.

The bite on his forearm.

"Chris, let me up," he said. Aja came to my side then with the rifle and shotgun. I walked to the side and threw the ladder down. He hurried to it and began to climb up.

I took the rifle and whispered to Aja, "Keep the shotgun aimed at his chest." She didn't get a chance to acknowledge as Harold climbed over and fell to the ground. I pointed the rifle at him, and when he looked up, his look said it all.

"Happened about twenty minutes ago. I figured you were still here, after that explosion."

I nodded. "It's pretty safe, but we're going to move soon. Fall back to the mansion."

Harold nodded. He sat down and laid back against the wall. "Can your friend get me some water?" Aja looked to me, and I just nodded. She went away, down the ladder. When she was out of earshot, Harold spoke quickly. "Chris, they're coming. Not just a few dozen, or a few hundred. Thousands. More than an army could handle. You need to get away from here. They--" He stopped as Aja reappeared, holding a bottle of water. She came to me and I took it from her.

"Pack up," I whispered and she nodded. She turned and walked away, back into the room. She closed the hatch behind her. "Continue," I said, tossing him the water. He opened it up and immediately began to down the contents. A few gulps later, it was drained and he looked somewhat refreshed.

"They're coming from the South, so if you're gonna go, you need to go now. They're about fifteen miles from the mansion. They'll be here in days. You need to go far North. I heard about the base..."

"I heard about the base, too. I also heard it's been overrun."

Harold shrugged. "There's also Elysium."

I laughed. "Not going to Elysium."

Elysium was a prison. For a few weeks, during the hectic fray and bloodbath, the prison broadcasted their offer of safety and peace. Unfortunately, the inmates wanted nothing to do with helping others. It became violent. No one knew who ran the place now. Then again, there wasn't anyone to really get news from.

"What are you going to do?" Harold coughed violently, clutching at his sides. When he stopped, I answered him.

"East. Becky told me, before she left, that she had heard about another Navy base that was heavily fortified. On the coast. Figured I'd see if I could get a ship..."

Harold laughed, and I couldn't blame him. "Steer a ship, have you lost your goddamn mind?" He shook his head. "'Sides, you ain't getting past the guard line." This caught my interest.

"Guard line?"

"Come on, Chris. They've quarantined a large section. Canada, Mexico - they're not affected. Washington, Oregon, California, Florida, Tennessee, Kentucky, Virginia, Massa--"

"How do you know this?" I asked him.

He smirked. "They're broadcasting 'safe havens'. If you could get a radio, you could find one of them... then find out firsthand what's happening by the survivors. They're death squads. They shoot anyone on sight."

I sighed. "Then, what should I do?"

"I told you, North. Canada."

I bit my lower lip. "Is it safe there?"

"Canada isn't killing the uninfected, that's for surrrrrrrrarghhhh! FUCK!" Harold clutched at his side and fell over. "Oh god, god, god..." He grit his teeth, jaw clenched tight for a minute, then stopped and gasped for breath.

"It's starting?" He nodded. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be."

"Thank you for helping me. And for the advice."

"Trust me, North." I choked back tears. "Don't let me change." I aimed the barrel at his head and took a few steps back. He cried out suddenly. I pulled the trigger.

* * * * * * * * * *

When I climbed down the ladder, I set the rifle down and went to Aja, wrapping my arms around her. For the first time in weeks, I did something I hadn't in awhile.

I wept, heartaching, gut-wrenching sobs. Everything and everyone I had left behind, lost; it all hit me suddenly. She stroked the back of my head and held me. I felt weak, pathetic, but at the same time, it felt great to just let go. She cooed softly in my ear; motherly and protective. When I pulled away from her, I kissed her softly and wiped my face.

We said nothing for the next hour, gathering our supplies and packing up what we could carry. When I felt we were packed enough, I sat her down on the bed and began to explain what was going on.

"That was Harold, an old friend. He and I were working in the hopsital when the infection broke out. There were ten of us. One by one, people came and went. At the very end, it was myself with Becky and Harold. Becky had heard rumors about the East being secured and went that way. Harold heard the same for the North, but he decided to try the South. I didn't believe either of them. So, I came here and holed up." I paused, letting Aja soak it in. "I mentioned the mansion. There are a few spots I've hidden away supplies. They line up to take me from here to what I call 'the mansion'. It's just a large house, but whoever lived there was loaded."

"What do you mean?"

"They have a private helicopter. Weapons you wouldn't believe. Supplies for years. It's heavily fortified. Has a few generators. It's secured tightly, though. Survivors thought they were impenetrable and, like idiots, got overrun. It's still very safe, but not what it once was. We're going there, and this place..." I looked around, walked around the room. Aja followed me with her gaze. I turned to her and smiled. "We're going to blow it."

"WHAT?!" she exclaimed.

"Our earlier bomb did something I... expected. It is bringing more. I always knew we'd have to deal with more. However, the numbers..." I stopped, then sighed. "It's a few thousand, Aja. A lot." She went white with fear, so I sat beside her and took her hands in mine. "Listen to me. We'll be safe, far away from the blast and not seen by them. Everything is going to be ok."

She nodded, but her gaze was far off. Every horrible scenario was playing in her mind, and it was killing me. I stood up and walked over to the spare room. "How are we going to get there, though?" she asked.

When I came back holding gas masks, her expression turned from fear to curiosity. "Sewers." She groaned. "It's not as bad as you think, I've traveled through them numerous times. They don't really smell that bad, either. Plus, it rained last week and cleared them out pretty good."

"If you say so," she said, doing her best to not sound upset.

"We're going to the first of three houses before the mansion. Alpha." She scrunched her face. "I coded them, it's just easier that way. There's Alpha, Beta and Delta. They're stupid names, but trust me, it helps." She nodded. "We're going to hole up in Alpha. You're going to go first, I have to make sure the ignition takes."

"Chris, that doesn't sound safe at all." I nodded.

"I know, but this might be the only shot we have." She didn't like that excuse, but I stood up and walked to the duffle bags. "We're going to Alpha tonight. We'll stay as long as we can, but once the explosion hits, we're going to want to be moving to Beta. Alpha is too close; we'll get killed."

"How are you going to do this then?"

"Well, the house nearby has about twenty tanks of some liquid, I dunno what the hell it is but it's flammable. Going to just take one, pour it--"

"POUR IT?! Chris, you have no idea what it could be and you want to expose yourself to it?" She shook her head. "I'm sorry, but that's a really idiotic idea." 

It was. I didn't come up with good ones. Before I could reply, though, Aja began talking.

"We could keep the hatch open, put a few on top of the roof, the rest in here and about. You shoot them from Beta's roof. Is there a clear line of sight?"

I nodded. "Yeah, but it will take time for us to move those barrels."

"Let's get started then," she quipped. I shrugged. It was decided.

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Over the next few hours, we were able to move the barrels into the storeroom without incident. Once we had them scattered about, we came to a dilemma; getting them to the roof. They had no handles and, though not heavy, were going to be trouble to put onto the roof. We thought for a few minutes, then figured I'd lift them up to Aja. That seemed to do the trick, and we had three of them on the roof.

"What if we put one on a rung and lean it against the opening?" I asked Aja, who was seemingly thinking the same thing.

"Yeah, let's do that, then I guess we should go?" I nodded in agreement with her. She climbed down the ladder, then we hefted one onto the highest rung, leaning it against the opening. It held in place, much to my joy. Aja turned to me and hugged me tight. "It worked, I can't believe it."

"Well, let's hope all of this works," I said. I wasn't sure if it would, but it was worth a try. Gathering up our belongings, we spared one final glance across the room before stepping out and into the small hallway. I led her through the storeroom towards the front doors and we looked around. Everything seemed in the clear, so we opened the door and stepped out into the streets and B-lined for the sewer entrance.

I lifted the opening up and looked around outside, making sure nothing was around. When it looked clear, I crawled down and flicked on a flashlight, peering down the catacombs. "It's safe, hurry," I said to Aja, my voice slightly enhanced by the gas mask I wore. She made her way down, closing the grate above us before setting down onto the murky ground. Though it wasn't grotesque like a normal sewer, it wasn't pleasant, either. Aja gagged loudly.

"I'm going to be sick," she said, closing her eyes and trying to regulate her breathing.

"Just take ahold of my pack and focus on your feet, nothing more." Slowly, we crept through the tunnels, looking for the chalk markings I had written weeks ago to determine my way towards my destinations. I had used three colors; white for Alpha, pink for Beta and blue for Delta. In no time, we came up on the path that pulled away from Beta and Delta, leading to Alpha.

"Are we going to Alpha?" she asked.

"Yeah, we have to. There's a high-caliber rifle there that I'm going to need to make the shot."

Over the next hour, we traveled slowly but safely and made it to the grate in front of Alpha. I set my pack down and opened it. From it, I withdrew a handled mirror and went to the ladder. Once I was up a few rungs, I poked the mirror through the bars and looked around. After a few minutes of seeing nothing, I was satisfied the coast was clear. Still, I wanted to be safe, so I lifted the grate up and pulled myself up onto the street. Again, I saw no one, so I knelt down to the grate.

"Pass me the bags and let's go," I said. One by one, she handed them to me, then crawled out of the sewer. Once we were on the street, I closed the grate softly and made our way towards the house.

"Which one is it?" she asked. I pointed to the red house a few down. Once we reached the porch, I lifted the potted plant and grabbed the key hidden there. I unlocked the door, we both went inside and I shut the door behind us, making sure to lock it back up. I led her to the hallway and moved the carpet, exposing the small doorway. 

"I'll go down first," I said. Lifting it up, I lowered myself down and flicked on the flashlight, scanning the small room. "Ok, come," I called up to her.

Aja came down and closed the door above us. I walked to the small lantern and pulled the chain, illuminating the room. Flicking off the flashlight, we both set our packs down and I pulled off the gas mask. Aja did the same and sat down on the edge of the small bed.

"Do we have to stay in this room?" she asked.

"No, we don't." I walked over to her and knelt down in front of her, taking her hands in mine. "I know this is tough, but trust me on this. Things will only get better from here." She smiled. "Come on, let's go to the bedroom upstairs."

I didn't see them emerge from the shadows, but I saw the flash of a gun. Aja's gaze caught mine, then her eyes widened. The gunshot never registered, not until it hit her. I heard her name rip from my lungs as she slumped forward into my arms. The young woman stepped out of the shadows and kept the gun pointing at me. I held Aja in my arms, unable to stop my crying.

"Nothing personal," the person said; a female voice. I cradled Aja's head in my lap as we stared at one another. Life seemed to fade from her eyes. I felt the hot barrel of the gun press against the side of my head. "Thanks for the supplies."

"Go--"

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(So, the real Aja and myself had a falling out recently. Rather than continue on and make the Aja character evil or something, I decided to end it. Hope you enjoyed and be on the lookout for my next series XD.)



Another Zombie Story



On the bed, two decaying bodies lied in a lovers embrace; the flesh had pretty much dissolved and the bed was a pile of death. I nearly vomited, but managed to control myself until I got to the balcony. I planned on taking my shot there, and was greeted with a bit of luck; a straight shot, better than I had hoped. I set the rifle down and left the house, careful to make my steps as light as possible. When I reached outside, I wasted no time jogging to the gas station. When I got there, I set the bombs near the tank, then looked to the balcony. My eyesight was hindered, but I could tell that I had set the bomb precisely where I could see. I gripped the handgun and raised it to the air to fire.

But the sound of a groan, low and alone, cut my actions short. Slowly, I spun around, and came face to face with a ghoulish figure. His skin fell from his body, his face decaying; eyes bugged and his lips gone. His black teeth, rotten to the core, looked jagged and uninviting. His gnarled hands were outstretched towards me as he shambled slowly. 

"Fuck," I whispered, before aiming the pistol at him. I fired a quick shot, which rang out loudly into the night sky, and his head snapped back before he fell over. I walked up to it and fired two more shots into its head, then took off. I only made it a hundred feet before I heard more groans coming from places I didn't expect them to be. I was quiet, though, my footsteps hardly echoing. I made it safely to the house without seeing a single zombie, but I wasn't sure if I was being followed. I hurried up the steps and ran into the balcony. Grabbing the rifle, I dropped to one knee and aimed down the sights.

To my surprise, there were already thousands of zombies coming from all corners, hurriedly making their way to the sounds of the gunshot. I could barely see the bomb, hidden behind the mass of undead. I inhaled, steadied my body and aimed at the bomb. I exhaled and pulled the trigger.

The bullet caught the bomb and, to my relief, the night lit up with a bright orange explosion. The wave caught me off-guard and knocked me on my back. I brought myself back to my feet and immediately began to make my way out of the house. I reached the top of the stairs when I saw a few zombies passing by the door. Quickly, I dropped down and watched them, unsure what I would do. I waited with bated breath for what seemed like an eternity, then slowly lifted myself to my feet.

I got to my knees when I felt a bony hand grip my ankle. I let out a cry of surprise, spinning around and coming face to face with a young, six-year old girl. With a gaping jaw that seeped blood and saliva. Flies picked at her skin. Her left eye socket was empty. She smelled like she had been dead for some time now. I didn't hesitate.

The handgun went off twice, catching her in the chest first before hitting her in the face and killing her. As she fell, I rose and heard the groans below. I spared a quick glance behind me and nearly lost my stomach; the undead were storming in, a few already climbing the stairs. Without waiting, I ran to the main bedroom and shut the door behind me. I knew it wouldn't last long, but I had no choice. I sprinted to the balcony and looked to the next house. There was about a ten foot gap from the balcony to the roof, but thankfully, it was a single-story house. The door splintered and I could hear them nearly breaking in. Gathering my strength, I ran to the door, stopped, spun and raced back the way I came. 

As the door shattered behind me, I jumped and placed my right foot on the balcony railing. It gave, but I managed to hurdle myself off of it. Time seemed to slow down as I flew through the air, praying I would catch the roof. My left foot caught the edge and I managed to throw my upper body forwards. While it wasn't pretty, I managed to land on the roof, though I began to tumble and roll. I felt myself slide and put my feet down, stopping myself inches from the edge. I took a second to catch my breath, but I knew I didn't have much longer. A few of the zombies ran right off the balcony and fell, followed by the others. I could hear their bodies cracking and slamming into one another. I had no time to feel good about it; the amount of noise I had made had diverted more of them towards me. I stood up and looked around, then ran southwards. There was a parked car below me that I jumped onto, then fell to the ground. I could already feel my right knee giving on me; the spill had done something, and already I feared that this was going to be the last night of my life.

I limped towards a nearby shed and opened it, looking for a piece of wood to splint my leg, but found nothing. A low groan behind me sent me running out of the shed and into the shadows, where I had managed to confuse and lose the undead, for the time being. I knew they had an enhanced sense of smell, so I wanted to get back to the store quickly. I saw the few undead run into the yard, go to the shed, then look around trying to find me. 

A hand clamped over my mouth and I heard Aja whisper in my ear, "Shhh." The undead seemed to sniff the air, looking for me; however, for whatever reason, they couldn't find us. They began to move towards the gas station. When they were out of sight, Aja moved her hand away from my mouth.

"Thank you," I let out in an exasperated sigh of relief. "My knee is hurt."

"I know, I saw you leap onto the roof."

"Did you now?" I asked.

She nodded. "Yeah, I was watching you from the roof. When you hit the bomb, I moved down to the ground and waited. I found a house nearby and then heard the shots, the zombies running in, then you suddenly leaping from the roof. I climbed down and prayed I'd cut you off."

I smiled. "We need to go back, right now."

"Agreed, let's go." Aja did her best to help me on the way, but I slowed her down. Still, she wouldn't let me stray too far behind her. When we reached the store, she held the ladder down firmly and waved me to it. "You, first."

I shook my head. "No, you go, Aja." She started to protest but I stopped her. "Aja, go. Now." She gave a disgruntled sigh before climbing the ladder. When she had finished climbing it, I struggled up. I had never felt so weak, nor my leg hurt so bad as right now. I feared I had done some serious damage to it. When I stepped over the ledge, my leg gave out and I staggered before falling down.

"Ugh, fuck," I groaned. "I can't put weight on it." I curled up and hugged my knee. Aja knelt beside me and rubbed my back. 

"Chris, we need to get you inside." She helped me to my feet and I limped to the ladder. Slowly, I climbed down, cringing with every step that I took with my right foot. Finally, when I got to the ground, I just went to the bed and fell onto it. Aja shut the hatch and came to me, removing the backpack and rifle I still had strapped to my body. I flipped to my back and kicked off the shoes I had worn, then began to pull off my clothes.

When I was down to my underwear, I just threw the clothing aside and began to rub my knee. It didn't feel differently; I wasn't sure what I had done to it, but I knew rest was what I needed. Aja walked back into the room, dressed down and climbed onto the bed beside me. I looked to her.

"I'm sorry for earlier," I said.

She shook her head. "I saw how many there were, Chris. I shouldn't have been so stubborn."

I shrugged. "It went bad, quick. I didn't check the house enough. There was one in the room, grabbed me. Didn't pierce the flesh but got me found."

Aja lied down on my left side and wrapped her arm around me. Feeling her soft body pressed against mine was comforting and relaxing; already, I could feel sleep overtaking me. "You're safe, that's all that matters."

"Thank you again," I murmured, before I felt my eyelids close. I thought I felt her lips to mine, but I wasn't sure.

. . . . . . . . . .

It's green and blue, orange and yellow, purple and red; the ground, an amalgam of colors that swirl and scream at me. The sky is a black, hollow and devoid of life. I hear screams and smell blood and feel death gripping at my flesh, ripping me apart. I am torn asunder and rebuilt, over and over. Cast into the sea, I swim for miles, before giving up and drifting to a coast. I reach land and cough up the water, which is viscous and heavy, the taste rustic like iron. I stand and slowly walk towards a small hut that is brightly lit. I reach the door and open it, a bright flash catches me off guard.

. . . . . . . . . .

My eyes opened quickly and I looked around, unsure where I was. Aja still lie on my right side, her arm slung over me. Her eyes popped open and she gave me a small smile. "You ok?" she asked, her voice quiet.

"Yeah, I just had some weird dream." My hands went to my knee and I rubbed it softly; the pain flared, but it wasn't as bad as earlier.

"What was it about?"

"I... don't know." The vivid images seemed to slip through my fingers and I was just left with the taste. "I tasted... rust."

"Rust?" She gave a face and I shrugged. "Well, let's go back to sleep."

"Ok," I said. I turned my head to her to give her a kiss on the cheek when she, apparently, had the same idea.

Our lips met; it was electric. My eyes closed and my arms wrapped around her, pulling her into me. She didn't resist, pressing herself against me. She broke off momentarily and my eyes opened quickly. I had hoped I hadn't offended her, and was reassured immediately when her hands went to the shirt she wore, removed it and tossed it aside. Her voluptuous breasts showed no signs of sag that I could tell, though it was still dark. She brought herself to me again, our naked chests pressed together, our lips locked and hands freely caressing one another. She climbed atop me, straddling my lap, grinding her sex against mine. 

"Oh, Chris," she whispered. I lifted my hips, pressing my erection against her. She softly bit my lower lip, then pulled away. "I need you tonight."

"I'm all yours," I breathed. Her mouth trailed kisses, lips dancing lightly down my neck to my chest, slowly down my stomach. When she reached my waist, her hands pulled my boxers down, freeing my hard dick. She tugged them down past my legs and threw them aside, then brought her right hand to the base of my shaft. She lowered her mouth to the head and placed a soft kiss, before parting her lips and sliding me into her wet mouth. She only let the head in, swirling her tongue around my hot flesh, while her hand slowly caressed my length. I gripped the sheets, lavishing in the attention she was giving me. I didn't let her continue for long; she was going to make me cum and I wanted a lot more than just her mouth. I lifted her mouth from my dick and sat up, pulling her to me and kissing her.

"Lie down, Aja," I murmured, and she quickly followed suit. I put my right hand between her thighs and caressed her moist sex. She let out a low moan. I brought my mouth to her right breast and wrapped my lips around her erect nipple. Her hands went to my hair, gripping tightly. I slid my hand under her panties and pushed my middle finger into her sex. She was incredibly wet, the scent of her passion in the air. I withdrew from her breasts and slid my hand away, bringing my finger to my lips. I put my finger into my mouth and cleaned up her juices, enjoying the taste of her.

"Please," she said. I wouldn't keep her waiting anymore. I pulled her panties down and set them aside, then positioned myself between her legs. She sat up and fixed her eyes on my cock as I slowly pushed it into her pussy. She was tight; despite how wet she was, it was a slow push to get myself buried entirely into her. Once I had done so, she fell to the bed and closed her eyes, chewing on her lower lip. I slid out slowly, then pushed back in. I kept the slow, methodical pace for awhile, letting her get used to my length, until I felt her loosen up enough. She wrapped her legs around me while I increased my pace. Soon, the sound of flesh against flesh filled the room, her soft moans and my grunts of pleasure intensifying. Her hands played with her large breasts, pinching and teasing her nipples as she came. Her back arched and her pussy tightened around me; it was an incredible feeling, one that nearly brought me over the edge. I did everything I could to hold myself from filling up her tight pussy right then and there. Her legs loosened around me and I pulled out of her. She let out a gasp as I withdrew from her.

"Chris," she breathed. I leaned to her and kissed her on the lips.

"You should lie on your stomach," I grinned, and she smiled. Slowly, she turned around and I took in the sight of her gorgeous ass, thick but not too fat; perfect. My hands caressed her flesh, spreading her cheeks to take in both her tight holes. I positioned myself behind her and pressed the head of my dick against her slit. She, in turn, raised her backside and I slid in easily. I still took it easy, even though she had been loosened up since the first time I entered her. After a few slow thrusts, I picked up the pace. My hands gripped her waist as I began to pound her, watching my cock disappear into her pussy. I moved my right hand to her backside, pressed my thumb against her hole. I slid the digit in to the knuckle and wiggled it once, which brought a gasp from her. My fast pace brought her to another orgasm and, this time, I couldn't hold back. 

"I'm going to cum, Aja," I whispered. Before she could reply, I withdrew and jerked off. She gasped again and breathed heavily as my cum shot out, roping across her ass and lower back. I exhaled deeply, breathing heavily at the exertion. I reached behind me and grabbed her panties and began to wipe off my mess. She giggled in response.

"Oh my," she breathed, running her fingers through her hair. I chuckled.

"Sorry for the mess."

"Nothing to be sorry for." She sat up and turned to face me, pressing her lips tightly to mine. We kissed for a few minutes before we both pulled away. "For the record, that was incredible."

I snickered, then pulled her down with me onto the bed. We curled up together, holding one another close. "Tomorrow's gonna be a great day," I whispered.

"I think it's only going to get better from here," she added. I couldn't agree more. As sleep overtook me, for the first time in months, the future began to look bright.