22 comments/ 19298 views/ 34 favorites Love in the Time of Zombies By: Midday_Crisis For those of you who have read my "Seducing the Neighbor Girl" series, this is a major departure from that style of story. In that series, I always try to keep the sex at the beginning, middle, and end of each story. For this one, there isn't a lot of sex and it takes a long time to get around to it. So, please be patient. This is a romance story set in a zombie apocalypse world. But mostly it is a romance story. It is my first try at writing in this style so be kind. Please enjoy. *** *** *** Vickers woke to an unusual sound coming from the back storage room. He was the only person watching the compound while everyone else was out on a mission, so all of the obvious causes of a disturbance that came to mind where bad. Likely one of the mindless zombies had found a way in. He grabbed his M4 shotgun, slipped the combat sling over his head, made sure it was fully loaded and silently moved to the door. He grabbed the door handle with his left hand and the pistol grip of the shotgun with his right. He closed his eyes and thought about the layout of the room on the other side. The door opened on the far right of the room so no one would be able to hide in the corner on his right, but that still left the other three quarters of the room to cover by himself. This was going to be dangerous. He hoped it was nothing and he was imagining things. The noise again. Vickers thought, "Crap. Someone (more likely something) was in there." If there was more than one creature, he decided he would shoot whoever hid in the corner to his left then retreat behind the doorway for cover and shoot everyone else from there. He took a deep breath. Now! He opened the door fast and swept the shotgun from left to right. No one was in there. The room only held shelves and dry goods. He repeated a sweep of the room and began to look for hiding places. Then he noticed the top half of a petite girl hanging in from the small high window above the top self. She was on her stomach with her chest resting on a box on the top shelf. Her butt was stuck in the window. He had always thought the window was too small to fit through and a bit high for one of those little unnatural monsters to get up to. "Apparently, I was wrong." He thought. Or maybe not she was pretty well stuck. Vickers walked up keeping the muzzle of the shotgun trained on her head. He was getting ready to dispatch the little monster but something in his head was telling him to wait. She had put out her hand defensively and in a way that was imploring him to stop. This was off. The former-person zombies and their offspring did not communicate at all, not even at this simple level. And it finally occurred to him she was wearing a dress. They did not wear clothes either. "How on earth did you get yourself into that position?" He asked. Her response was to kick her body and to push against the wall below the window with her hands. The box below her rocked a little producing the light rubbing sound that had originally drawn his attention. He lowered the muzzle and considered going outside to push her through, but she finally breach through. Her torso landed on the box as she huffed. In one fluid motion she brought her legs in the window rolling onto her side and gracefully swung her legs around and dropped to the floor. "Who are you?" He asked and got no reply. "Speak up." She just stood there. This was unnerving. One of the sure fire characteristics of the zombies was there lack of vocals. She was a bit too tall for the second generation rascals and the first generation of zombies have been dead for two years at least. But still the silence was a troubling. She didn't move, just looked at him. Her face was grimy and her feet were bare and grimy too. She had long black hair that had not been washed for ages. She wore a filthy long sleeve dress with a high neckline. What color it had originally been was a mystery. Now the only word for the color was muddy or maybe earthy because there were grass stains to go with the dark crusty mud stains. Her eyes were a piercing bright blue in stark contrast to the rest of her. She was thin and petite, five foot tall, tiny for a human, but a giant for a second generation zombie. They never topped four foot tall. Vickers ordered, "Close the window." This was a test really, to see if she could show some ability of high level thinking. She turned and climbed up to the window and slid it closed to the side and hopped back down. "Do you talk?" She shook her head side to side. "Mute then." She just looked back. "In to the other room." He motioned the way with this shotgun. She marched through the door with him following. "Stop there" he commanded when she reach the center of the room. "Lift your dress above your head." She sharply turned her head and glared at him. "I'm not kidding around. Now." She complied and he saw from the back that she only had a pair of knickers, no weapons, or bra for that matter, hiding under there. But she was filthy even under the dress too. "Cute little ass though", he thought. He glanced at her sides and front as well but nothing was out of place, just cute little boobs. She was flat chested really. "Okay, you can lower it." He sat at one of the dining tables, turning the chair to face her. Resting the shotgun across his knees, he waved with his hand for her to sit on the sofa across from him. They sat regarding each other without speaking. She played with her hands in her lap uncomfortably. She attempted a smile at him. "Are you hungry?" She nodded. "Come sit at the table." As he watched her hands, he had a second thought. "Let's clean you up a little first." He stowed the shogun in the gun rack wondering if he would die for being unarmed with her. Then he took her to the wash room where he soaped up a rag and scrubbed her hands and face. Three times. The rag was turning black but her hands and face were turning white. When he was done, he regarded he face for a moment. He thought it was quite beautiful. After washing, he gave her some stew and they ate in silence. They spent the rest of the morning not communicating. It was descent enough though she just smiled at him trying to be friendly. She had been terrified when he pounced on her with the gun while she was helplessly trapped. He was so fierce, so strong. When he looked at her bare body she was sure rape was coming next (she would have killed him before allowing that to happen to her again), but he was civilized with her. He seemed to have gentle side to him. That was a nice change in her life. She wanted to stay, this was the best situation she had found since everything went bad years ago. *** Just as Vickers and his new friend seemed to find comfort in their mutual silence they both sensed something wasn't right outside. In unison they stood and looked toward the barred door. Vickers motioned for her to follow him up into the watch tower above the house. On the way up he grabbed an M14 with a scope and a couple of 20 round magazines. When he got into the tower he began to scan the yard left to right. But before he got far he felt her hand on his arm. He looked over and she was pointing to his left. He saw some small figures trying to get into the chicken coop. He wondered, "How did they get within the outer wall?" Damn, he didn't have a clear shot. He would have to get closer. As they both went back down into the house his new friend stopped him and pantomimed that she wanted some kid of stabbing weapon. Vickers went into the armory and picked up a large knife there. She declined indicating with her hands she wanted one much longer, more than three feet. He was at a loss, he couldn't think of anything he had like that. Then he remembered a katana sword he had looted from a military surplus store. When he dug it out of the armory and handed it to her, her eyes lit up. It had a loop of cord tied to it that she threw over her head and one shoulder. When they walked to the door she again stopped him and indicated with her hands she would go outside and he would go back up to the tower with the rifle. He opened the door and she ran outside. He bolted the door behind her and went up to the tower. He had no idea what the plan was. He had just given a girl he had caught breaking in the house a sword and sent her outside. He thought it was crazy. Sitting in position he still had no shot on the monsters and no idea where his little lady was or what she was going to do. In fact, there was no sign of her anywhere. Then he caught sight of a stone that flew through the air over them and clanked against a wall. Immediately, five small, naked figures ran toward the noise. "Good plan." he thought, "You get them in the open and I knock them down." Just as he was leveling his rifle he glimpsed a small figure gliding behind the monsters' backs as they move to where the stone landed. When the sneaking figure closed in on the rear of the zombie line she began to gracefully dance with the sword, the last guy in line's head came clean from his body, then an instant later the next to last lost his head, and another moment later the third from the rear was liberated of his head as well. She was a machine of death it seemed, and he just gave her a sword. But then the two lead zombies noticed something was up and were turning to look back. Vickers felt like he was letting her down by sitting and watching. He raised his rifle and in quick succession shot the remaining two in the head. Five headless bodies laid on the ground and one very beautiful girl in Vickers' eyes was running back to the house. She was cute before, now he thought she was smokin' hot. He went down and let her in the door, she gave him a quick hug. "I could get used to this." He told her. She was all smiles. "Don't get settled in, we are going out to see how they got over the wall. Otherwise, we will have a yard full of the devils in no time." He traded the rifle for the shotgun and they went out. Walking around the perimeter outside the outer wall they found a very tall pine tree that had fallen from the perimeter of the forest toward the wall. The top section had hit the wall and landed such that in formed a little ladder up. Vickers told her, "Keep an eye out I'm going to push this thing off the wall." He got his back against the broken tree top and pushed it to the side hoping gravity would do the rest and it did. The tree top crashed to the ground next to the wall making way too much noise. Any little demon within earshot would be drawn over immediately. Vickers heard a squirrel alarm that intruders were close. This probably meant that monsters were in the area. Now he could sense them. Several figures were in the forest closing in. He prayed it was deer instead. They had multiplied in numbers over the past couple of years. Deer were everywhere now. He turned to tell his friend to hide, but she was gone. He crouched into the tree branches and hid himself. Where was she? He looked desperately around for her. She had been standing by that clump of earth. He noticed that her sword was lying on the clump in its sheath. Why would she leave it behind? On closer inspection he saw that her hand was still wrapped around the grip of the sword. His eyes had had trouble understanding what he was seeing. Then he realized the clump of earth was her. Her dirty dress blended her form to the flat ground perfectly. Her chest was flat to the ground with her knee spread to the sides (it reminded Vickers of how a frog would sit) and her head tilted forward spilling her hair in front of her face. Had he not washed her hand she would have been invisible except for the sword. He would need to paint the sword sheath to make it look like a branch. Four small zombies stepped out of the forest, all males. Luckily their eye sight was terrible especially in bright light. I was not likely they could see him or the girl in their hiding places. He went to un-sling his shotgun but found it in his hands already. As he was trying to figure out how to best end this without him or the girl dying, there was suddenly a huge explosion less than a quarter mile away. The shock wave made both of him and his new 'girlfriend' flinch. The monsters flinched too and fled back to the forest at full speed. He suddenly remembered the errand his cohorts were on. They were blowing up the dens these zombies bred in. The pregnant females stayed in the dens and birthed new pups while everyone not birthing or nursing went out to kill. Vickers had tracked and located three dens within a mile on the compound. Unbeknownst to him, this was when the mute girl had found him. She was hiding from a group of zombies when he appeared from nowhere like a ghost and killed them. Then he was gone. She had trouble tracking him back to the compound but she did it. Luckily he hadn't killed her when he caught her breaking-and-entering. By occasionally going on search and destroy missions for the dens they figured they could keep the local zombie population under control. The group decided that it would take everyone to destroy each den one by one. But they were not comfortable leaving the compound unguarded, so by some odd logic, the strongest was left to guard it alone. If things got out of hand Vickers was supposed to abandon ship and find them so they could all come back together and reclaim their home. Vickers was the only one who was ever trusted to be outside the compound alone. So if someone was to be left alone it had to be him. They also decided they would do all three dens in two days camping in the security of the old power sub-station not too far away for one night. Better to get it done in one shot. They would be back tomorrow sometime. Vickers was brought back from his thoughts when gravel and dirt clods thrown up by the explosion started raining down from the sky around them. He hoped nothing big was coming down on them. He whistled a call that a local male songbird used to locate his mate. She turned her head slightly and peered from under her hair towards him. She warbled the appropriate call a female bird would use in response. He tilted his head to indicate they should head back in. When they were back inside the main house walking side by side she made the squirrel warning cry that had alerted him while they were out. She was the one who had made the alarm that saved him. He responded by making the sound a male squirrel if he were feeling randy and trying to seduce a female. She hip checked him in a playful way telling him to knock it off. He took the sword from her and stowed it in the gun rack next to his shotgun. "It will be here if you need it." She nodded. He repeated the songbird call from earlier and she responded again. Then he moved on to more complex bird calls. She seemed to know the proper call and response to most. She would occasionally steer to squirrel sounds. Other than the warning cry and horny male call, he didn't know how to do squirrel chatter. So bird calls it was. But he wanted to talk. "My name is Vickers. Well that's what everyone calls me anyway. What should I call you?" She still wasn't speaking, just smiling. "Since you are my little songbird, I'm going to call you Wren until you tell me something different." She seemed okay with this. He placed a bowl of stew in front of her and several large buckets of water on the stove. "Sit tight Wren, I'm going to get some things for you." He went into a supply closet. He returned with a blue dress and some other odds and ends. Wren's eyes lit up when she saw the dress. She went to grab it, but Vickers pulled it away. "No way young lady. You need a bath first." He grabbed a bucket of water off the stove and led Wren to a bathtub. He poured the water in and was going to leave her to herself, but Wren pulled her dress over her head, discarded her underwear, and sat in the tub looking at him expectantly. Vickers got the wash cloth soapy and started to scrub her head to toe. He stopped to get fresh hot water after the first scrub down. The water was turning dark brown. After changing the water he washed her hair, then he needed to change the water again. "How did you get so dirty?" He asked. She just looked back a little embarrassed. "Sorry." He apologized. With the fresh water he began to scrub her again. This time he spent more time on her breasts. He enjoyed the feel of her small mounds and she seemed to respond positively to the attention. She responded by groaning and writhing around, but he felt like a cad. He wanted her to ask him for attention or to say yes at least, so he stopped. "Just say you want this and I will continue. Nod your head or something." He pleaded. She looked at him longingly but silently and unmoving. "The water's getting cold anyway. Let's get you dried off and dressed." The truth was Wren didn't know what she wanted. She had been with men, raped that is, and she knew that she was not interested in that kind of contact. Being sexual had no appeal to her. But she liked Vickers. He was powerful and deadly yet had been tender and nice to her, and she had been enjoying his touch. It was confusing. She wanted to stay, so she figured that at some point she would have to submit to his 'needs' physically. At least he seemed more worthy of her than the others before. She decided she would let him do as he pleased as long as he didn't beat her. She didn't expect that to be a problem, he had a good heart from what she had seen. She decided to just go along with whatever was happening for now. She couldn't wait to wear the dress, it was the most beautiful thing she had seen in memory and she dreamed about how the silky material would feel against her skin. She had not worn something so divine in longer than she could remember. She thought that it was obviously a gift to make her more available in bed. He dried Wren and helped her into the dress. She spun around the room showing off the dress. It was dark blue came down to just above the knee. The top had wide shoulder straps. It was the kind of dress a lady might wear to a picnic or on a casual date. Then he showed her the other present he dug out for her. He presented her with a pair of new white lacy panties. She giggled and blushed but slid them up her legs and held her dress up for him to see them. She spun around for him. He thought her firm little butt was definitely beautiful. She lowered the dress and danced around the room again. She was a happy carefree spirit. Vickers hadn't seen anyone this cheery in years. It was a delight. When it was bedtime he changed her into one of his pajama shirts and tucked her into his bed. Vickers laid on the floor beside the bed. He kept feeling her hand touching his shoulder as though she was making sure he was still there. Wren had expected him to share the bed. When he made his spot to sleep on the floor, she was disappointed that she was not appealing enough for him to want her. She had gone from reluctantly anticipating his advance to being sad he wasn't interested. Her mind was in turmoil. There must be someone else he preferred in the hunting party that was due to return? She felt jealous, but was happy to have him close by. She would try harder to be attractive to him tomorrow. Wren was sound asleep first, just as Vickers was drifting off to sleep Wren awoke with a start, coming out of a bad nightmare. Vickers sat up on the bed next to her and soothed her back to sleep. He understood that sleep could be a place of terrible nightmares for everyone. It was just a fact of life now, but everyone still needed to sleep. She fell asleep in his arms. After awhile he didn't want to leave her but he need to sleep too so he laid down beside her. When she woke in the middle of the night to find him holding her, she purred and curled up into his chest. She felt safe and secure for the first time, ever. She would definitely stay close to him tomorrow. She would make him notice her and want her. Love in the Time of Zombies In the early morning before twilight Vickers woke up to find Wren snoring lightly, curled into a fetal position facing him, with her face buried in his chest and his arms around her. It was his first good night's sleep in ages. He went back to sleep. *** The world had ended about four years back on a Tuesday just before lunch time. In an instant normal people started to turn into raging, mindless psychopaths. No one had any idea why. Most people turned very quickly. Within a few days it had spread into a pandemic. Perhaps a little less than half the population was left untouched by whatever force had done this. But not for long, the new monsters raged against all humans. They killed, shredded, and mutilated the unchanged people around them. It seemed only by sheer luck that individuals survived. Every survivor had a story of having been using a restroom at the time then ducking out the window or being in the car and just mowing down anyone in their way. The key for everyone had been to escape the cities. Sadly, almost no children made it. More than likely they were in school when their teachers and classmates changed. In that environment they stood no chance to escape. The first phase of the collapse only lasted a few weeks. The demon converts seemed to burn up and die quickly. Unlike the zombie movies, they didn't die and return as zombies, they were zombies here and now and anyone who wasn't changed in the right away was not going to change, even if they were bitten. The zombies got very hot and their hearts raced like a rabbit's. Their bodies couldn't handle the change for long. Elderly people had died in minutes. Middle aged lasted days or weeks. The adolescent lasted several months and the very young lived a couple years at most. The cruel joke was that the ones that lasted a six months or more had a chance to breed. The little zombies and their offspring matured at an accelerated rate but stayed small, never more than fifty pounds, and they bred like rabbits. Gestation time was only six weeks. Time to breeding age was six months. Despite their size, the little zombies were dangerous. Although they were too small to handle an adult human one on one, they hunted in packs. After the initial zombie onslaught, people had a several month lull in which loot every sporting goods store and market. Had Vickers known the beasts would be back with a vengeance, he would have been more systematic in his looting. He did well though in gathering firearms, ammunition and ammunition reloading equipment and supplies. He had an armory large enough to equip several generations of the small group living at the house. Vickers had fallen in with this group of twenty-one on his initial escape from the city into the wilderness. No one knew each other before that day. Together they had found this well built house and begun to gather supplies. Some were assigned to find farming implements, others clothing and fabric, some to find hunting gear and weapons and so on. Everyone was assigned to look for things that they knew about and everyone looked for food. Their plan was to start a sustainable little world for themselves until some order could be restored. When it became obvious that the monsters were coming back around, they built a watch tower on top of the house. Then store houses in a ring around the original house and a wall around everything. Then another wall around that about a hundred yards farther out and cleared the forest for 50 feet beyond that. Between the inner and outer walls they planted food and keep pigs and chickens. They were very industrious those first couple of years. Of course, with society in a spiral there were roving gangs and outlaws. But with their fortress commune and being armed to the teeth, the hoods gave them a wide berth. It only takes a couple of one sided massacres to dissuade thugs it turns out. *** Sometime not long after sunrise Wren and Vickers were startled awake by an explosion. "That's two. One more later today." He told her. They got out of bed and ate breakfast. "Let's go up and see the damage." They went up to the watch tower. Smoke was still rising from the second blast site. It was a half mile further off than the first blast location. Wren nudged Vickers, she was pointing to a small cottage of to the north. It was sitting about three quarters of a mile away in a large meadow just beyond a small lake. "Yeah, that's the Cooper's place. They were an elderly couple so they died of the change where they sat at the kitchen table together. We buried them out back of it." Wren nodded in understanding. "It's a nice little stone cottage. The kind of place I dreamed of getting for vacationing in the summer, before the world turned to shit." Wren nodded again. "Too bad it's a one bedroom place, not enough room to house enough people to defend it." Vickers took on a quiet conspiratal tone even though there was no one around to overhear. "Sometimes when I tell everyone that I'm going out scavenging I lay low there for a few days. It's a nice place to get away from this crowded drama filled house." Wren looked at the cottage imaging what it would be like to live there. She was considering if they could live there. Her and Vickers, alone, like they were a married couple. She surprised herself by thinking that would be nice. "We'll stay in today. Wait for them to return." Vickers told her. Wren was happy to stay in. She used this time to stay close and catch Vickers' eye as much as possible. She would smile and pose for him. She even batted her eyelashes at him while they ate lunch. She was not going to let him slip from her grasp. Vickers was dumb struck all day long. Wren was very distracting. She was beautiful in the dress and seemed to like to remind him just how beautiful. The fact she was deadly killer just added to her mystique. When they ate lunch it took all of his will power not to reach across the table and kiss her. Just after lunch the third distinct explosion occurred. "Well let's now hope everyone comes back whole. That should make the woods a bit safer for a while." By blowing up the dens, it would keep them from being reoccupied. In the past they would clear the bleeding mothers from a den only to find it used by a new troop a few weeks later. This repeated clearing out of the dens had prevented the packs of monsters from getting large. It was the only reason it was safe to be out at all. In other areas the zombie packs were as big as 30 or 40. Here they rarely got bigger than ten and usually only four or five. Maybe blowing it up would make it even safer out there. Having twenty or more of these things coming at a well armed group of humans in the open would like result in heavy losses on both sides. When facing only five demons a very skilled individual or two could kill them without incident. The trick to survival was to keep the packs thin. Maybe as the compound population grew they could expand their area of influence and perhaps, a long time in the future, totally eradicate the pests from the area. But that was a goal so far off no one thought much of it. *** When the hunting party returned they tumbled into the main house. Wren and Vickers had fixed a large meal of pasta. They also boiled many gallons of water for washing up and cleaning possible wounds. The group as a whole stopped and gaped at Wren and Vickers working together. There were twenty besides Vickers. Ten men and ten women. The group was larger when they started in the city and mostly men. But as they went along the men seemed to have taken more risky actions and died at a higher rate. When they reach the house they were almost even in number. Vickers was the odd man out. Recently, a few of the women had hinted that they would move to his bed if he wanted. He didn't want to cause a rift so he had declined for now, although he had participated in a few discrete trysts time to time. Vickers made a quick introduction referring to Wren as a new friend he found. He was vague about the details of their meeting. They were amused. Vickers had always been solitary not taking much interest in the females of the group as they had paired up with other men. Now he was openly bemused by his new 'friend'. The group did not think Wren seemed to mind his attention. The tension came when they tried talking to her and found out she was mute. In the early days and weeks when the zombies looked human, the ability to talk was the biggest distinction between human and not-human. They knew she was not a zombie but it still made everyone a little uneasy. Those early days had conditioned everyone to fear the silent. The men got over it quicker, a few of the women were icy towards her. Wren had been shadowing Vickers before they arrived but now she was glued to his side. Clement, always valiant, tried to change the subject for Wren's sake, "Vic', I see you've been playing with the katana while we were out. Are you planning on adding it to your arsenal of skills?" "No, I gave it to Wren." "Interesting gift to give a girl. No flowers in bloom?" "She is very good with it. She helped me dispatch a few demons that got in by the chicken coop." Everyone suddenly became interested in the conversation. Bradley voiced for the group "How did they into the yard?" "A tree fell against the outer wall." Clement again, "Must have been a big one to bridge the gap from the woods. How many got in, did they get the chickens?" Vickers replied, "It was a very big tree. There were five of them but we got them before they did any damage." Vickers went on to relay the story of how the two of them got rid of the demons. Everyone stared in disbelief. She didn't look like an efficient killer the way she was hiding from the eyes of the crowd by hugging his side and bashfully burying her face in his ribs. She looked like a scared child. He soothed her by placing an arm around her tiny form. Vickers moved the conversation along by adding, "We need to clean up the mess still. It's probably starting to stink. And we should break down the tree for firewood." Clement came to the rescue again. "Dori, Bill, John, since they did the hard part, let's go bury the buggers." John protested a bit saying he was beat. Clement was not having it. "We should do it before we wash up and before the stink attracts wild animals. Besides we have to live here, who wants decaying zombie parts lying around the house?" Clement had other reasons too. He wanted to see what the scene looked like to discern if Vickers might be embellishing the story of Wren's skill, as he was clearly smitten. Vickers suspected the true motive but didn't mind Clem' looking over his shoulder on this. Wren had been watching the women to see if any of them displayed any claim over Vickers. Two of them look at her through jealous eyes. Vickers seemed oblivious to their attention. She thought to herself, she would have to secure her place in his bed before one of them could do anything rash. She decided she would make her move at bedtime. After getting over the initial shock of finding Vickers entertaining a beautiful young women everyone rotated through the washroom and to the dinner table. The burial party returned just in time to take their baths and eat, and then everyone went to bed early. *** Wren had been trying to seduce Vickers all day and he did not bite. She was tired of waiting so when they got ready for bed she shrugged off the pajama top he had put on her while he was looking the other way and she threw it at the back of his head. When he turned to look at what was going on, he was greeted by a beautiful naked woman who grabbed his hand and pulled him into the bed on top of her. She thought, "If he can't take this hint, he has no hope." Vickers kissed Wren for several minutes caressing her breasts with his hands. She was not used to having someone take their time or use a gentle touch on her. In the past it was always rough if not violent and over somewhat quickly. What Vickers was doing felt nice, but she wondered why he didn't just get down to business and put his thing in her. She tried to help him along by grabbing his cock and placing it against the entrance to her womb. As he pushed to enter her, Vickers noticed that she had stopped responding and she had retreated within her own mind, so he stopped his penetration and pulled out. Her eyes opened when she realized he was not going to rut into her. Looking into her eyes, "I want you here with me if we are going to make love." he said. She just stared in response. "We need to do this together." Wren started to cry. She didn't really know what to think. She wanted to please him more than anything but love making was a foreign concept. She just expected him to take care of his needs. Wren thought she was not good enough for him. She didn't know what to do to make him happy. She felt like a failure. Vickers tried to kiss away her tears. "Now, now, no crying. We are going a bit fast anyway. We've only met yesterday." Wren wondered how long he would need before he could find her pretty. He kissed her long and hard and she started to respond to him again. Wren was enjoying the kissing. She did like the attention. He moved his face down to her chest and began to lick her nipples. A bolt of lightning short from her nipples down to her pussy. She let out a sharp gasp. It was a first for her. He spent a long time alternating between her breasts. She wanted something more though. She grabbed his cock again and tied pulled it into her. But Vickers was not going there yet. He reached down and played with the moist folds of her sex with his fingers. As he probed her opening and teased her clit, she became lost in the sensations. All the while she continued to pump his cock with her hand. The feeling between her legs was becoming so strong she began to writhe and arch her back. The pleasure was building to a level she had not felt before. The pleasure was becoming too acute for her to contain. She let go of his organ and tried to dislodge his hand from her sex, she couldn't take any more. But Vickers continued unabated. Just when she thought she might explode if he didn't stop, she was overtaken by her first big orgasm ever. She squealed out uncontrollably and flopped around like a fish. When the crescendo of her orgasm began to ebb Vickers moved his fingers away and he began to kiss her again. She returned his kiss with animalistic need. Her hand found his cock again and she started to pump vigorously. She wanted to do for him what he just did for her. It was the most amazing thing she had ever felt. Vickers leaned back between her legs and looked down at her cute little body as she masturbated him quickly. It was a beautiful sight. He didn't take long to reach his own climax. He hosed her little body down with several ropes of cum. He coated her from pelvis to chin. After mopping up the mess, they laid next to each other and slept soundly. *** The next morning Vickers was woken up by Wren kissing him. It was a chaste kiss light and caring. When he opened his eyes, Wren sat back and regarded him with a blank expression. He wondered what she was thinking. Wren knew exactly what he was thinking. He was an open book for her. He had a warm and caring sense about him as he gazed back. They spent the next couple of days preparing for a trip out into the ugly world. Even though the commune brought necessary security, Vickers always felt closed in, almost trapped. It was much like being a bird in a cage to him. Vickers always longed for open skies over his head. With Dori's help they measured and sewed pants and shirt for Wren to wear. They didn't have any boots to fit her though, so Dori made some deer hide moccasins for her, they would have to do for now. He would have to go in search of some boots while they were out. They also modified a ghillie suit for Wren. It consisted of a coarsely woven multi layer dress of sorts. It had an outer loose mesh layer with earth colored rags and yard pieces tied to it to act as camouflage. They tailored it to her short height. Vickers camouflaged the sword sheath with paint and rag bits as well and tied it to the outside of the suit. "This should replace your dirty dress." At night Wren and Vickers would lie and kiss. They would masturbate each other to completion. Vickers wanted to go further but he didn't think Wren was ready even though she seemed willing. She was obviously scarred from sexual abuse. Vickers hoped she could be rehabilitated, he wanted her badly. When he did make love to her he wanted it to be mutual, with her actively enjoying participation. Her laying there letting him to get his jollies with the enthusiasm of waiting in line at the DMV was not very appealing. Wren didn't understand why he would not just use body. He was letting her use her hand on him after all. She didn't mind the feel of his hand on her though. She hoped she could get him to keep doing that even when he did start putting his thing inside her. She didn't understand his reasoning for wanting her to be part of screwing, how was she not going to take part, it was her body he would be using. She was happy to find that he showed no interest in the other ladies. Two of the other girls seemed angry that she was able find her way into his bed where they obviously wanted to be. She didn't plan to give up her place, even if he couldn't figure out how to use her properly. *** After a two of days of prep, Wren and Vickers ventured out. Several people were concerned that Wren would be too vulnerable or she might be a liability. Vickers ignored them. They walked silently through the forest, blending in almost invisibly. Vickers intended on dropping in on the local thugs to gather some information. They usually knew about who was coming and going. He would bring them a fresh deer kill. That should be a good trade to get their mouths loosened up and flowing with everything they could think of. It would also serve as a reminder that Vickers still had bullets and could kill easily. Although the thugs like to wave their guns around, Vickers didn't think they had any ammo left. The going was slow. The zombies responded to noise and out where they were that could mean large zombie hordes. Silence and cover was the primary rule. They finished the day by camping in a small brick pump house. It was perfect because it had no windows. The remaining journey to the raider's camp was only another 2 miles. *** Early the next morning they stalked a deer near the pump house. Once it was shot they would need to drag it in quickly. The noise of the gun would surely bring many zombies. If they could avoid contact by silently hiding in the pump house, the little monsters would only snoop around for a few hours before being distracted and wandering off. For this reason, they killed a smaller deer that could be dragged easily and quickly. Once back inside they sat and listened to a zombie mob outside scouring the woods for them. The little things ran about squealing and snorting. Luckily, they were too dumb to think their prey would hide in a building. If they couldn't see you, you weren't there and they had bad eyesight thank god. They cleaned and quartered the deer. They would take the shanks to the thugs and scatter the rest in the forest for the critters to clean up. *** It was late morning when Vickers and Wren got within a half mile of the hovel the raiders lived in Wren suddenly became very apprehensive. Vickers couldn't figure out what was eating at her. "What's up?" he asked. Wren shook her head to say nothing, but Vickers could tell there was definitely something. As they approached the gate to the yard around the small house, Wren stepped behind Vickers and hid from sight. Vickers quietly knocked and went through the gate. The lead raider claimed that his name was 'Cobra'. No one alive had any idea what it really was, so that was what everyone called him. Love in the Time of Zombies Cobra was standing in the middle of the yard pissing in a hole. "Vickers, what can I do for you today?" He called out while he stuffed himself back into his pants. "I SHOT a deer. As usual, I'm here to trade. Got anything good? Any Humans moving about?" The emphasis on the word shot was a clear message; if any of the raiders got out of hand, they could be next. "We have some new finds." Cobra pointed to a pile of rubbage. "I think there are some odds and ends you may be interested in." "What about people?" Vickers was more interested in finding survivors. The compound needed more hands for the planned expansion. They needed to double their numbers as quickly as possible. "Remember, I will pay you a bounty if you send people to me." "There were some idiots headed to town. I passed your message about your utopia, but they wanted to see the city first. Lord knows why. If they live, maybe they will go to you. I still get paid in supplies then, right." "Of course." Vickers thought maybe he would follow the fools to town and talk them into coming to the compound once they realized the city only held zombies and bleakness. Vickers paid the raiders a bounty on survivors because he hoped it would protect them from the violence of this gang. If the bounty would make people more valuable alive than dead, perhaps it could save lives. About this time, the other raiders started to stir and see what Vickers had for them. There were five in total. They all knew that this was their rare chance at fresh meat. As Slider (another self given name) came closer, he noticed Wren hiding behind Vickers. "What do we have here? You brought back our stray." Rather than hiding, Wren stepped out into the open. While remaining calm on the outside, Vickers tensed in his gut. If she had been with this group, it was likely as a captive. She was their victim. Slider walked directly towards her. "She was such a pretty pet. I'm glad you found her and brought her back to me." "She stays with me." Vickers said in a very certain voice. There could be no misunderstanding, she was not theirs to toy with any longer. Then Slider held out a hand as though to touch her face. Before he got within two feet, Wren was a blur of motion. One second Slider was extending his hand to her, the next his arm was on the ground, amputated just above the elbow. He stood frozen in shock unable to comprehend what was happening. Blood sprayed from the open end of his arm. Vickers figured he might bleed out before he came to his senses. Three of the other four raiders stood with equal shock. But one moron, Jet he called himself, ran to help his friend Vickers presumed but no one would ever know for sure because Wren step towards him and cleaved his leg off at the knee before charging at the next closest raider. Vickers had his rifle in his hands but didn't want to risk shooting Wren so he merely watched in half horror and, he had to admit, half admiration. Wren was on a mission to dismember everyone. Next she went after Jim (the only thug with a normal name). As she sliced both of Jim's arms off at mid-wrist as held his hands up in defense, Vickers notice that she wasn't going for immediate kills, just painful maiming. Sure, they would all die of their wounds but it looked like pain and mayhem was Wren's more immediate goal. Wren spun from Jim as he dropped to his knees screaming and stepped to the still frozen Cobra. She sliced across his abdomen and spilled his guts. There was one female thug. A brutish woman named Trixie. Wren decapitated her. It was the only merciful kill, Vickers figured her crimes against Wren were less severe than those of the others. The confrontation was done, everyone (except the dead Trixie) laid on the ground in various stages of agony. They would all die soon. Wren had cleaned out the camp in a matter of seconds. Vickers was a little sickened by the gore and tiring of the wails, so he used his hunting knife to cut Jims throat. Wren spun on Vickers and glared at him. "They have suffered enough. Let's get this done." She gave him a look that said, "They have suffered enough, when I say they have suffered enough." Wren picked up a small pack from the rubbage pile and grabbed a few select items. She then went into the hovel and began searching. Vickers followed her. It was clear she was looking for specific things. He watched her pick up a long sabre. Maybe that explained her instant proficiency with the sword he gave her. Vickers saw a pile of rifles. Mostly AR-15s. They were probably the guns the raiders had used to scare people they robbed. He grabbed them. He also found a nice Springfield 1911 45 auto. Once Wren had what she wanted, she used a shovel to scoop some burning embers from the cooking fire outside and dumped them on a mattress in the middle of the floor of the small wooden structure that had been the raider's house. She dropped some additional wood onto the mattress as well. As she walked out a conflagration was began to erupt in the middle of the room. She closed the door behind her and whipped her hands. The dying criminals were either passed out or barely moaning. "We need to end them now. I don't want to risk one of them figuring out a way to survive." He told her, no matter how unlikely it was they could live. The last thing Vickers wanted was a maimed asshole wandering around with revenge on his mind. Wren gave Vickers a dismissive wave giving him permission to dispatch the 'survivors'. It was simple, all of the gang members were in states of unconsciousness. All except Cobra, who sat very alert and looking at his intestines in his lap. Wren walked over and kicked Cobra in the face, breaking his nose. He felt over in a cry of pain. She kicked his face again and again and again. He was now whimpering and begging her for death. She dragged his bloody face up and spat in it, then pulled him up into a seated position. She stood over him and held her sword high out to the side. She let him take in the sight for several beats. She faked like she was going to swing and he flinched. She did it again and he broke into crying like a baby. It was hard to tell, but Vickers thought he could hear Cobra apologizing. Wren's sword flashed and sliced Cobras throat without touching his spine. He gurgled and fell over. Vickers had finished killing the others by cutting their throats. The building was beginning to smoke. "We need to get out of here quick." This much commotion was going to bring zombies from miles around. *** Wren moved quickly towards the pump station where they had slept the night before. They crossed the 2 mile distance at a reckless speed. When they got there, Wren went straight in and Vickers bolted the door behind them. She collapsed against the wall with her knees drawn up tight against her chest. Vickers also dropped into a seated position catching his breath. Wren sat with her chin resting on her knees watching him. She had a look of worry on her face. Vickers went to Wren and cradled her body in his arms. She began to cry uncontrollably. Her whole body racked with sobs as she clung to him. "I'm sorry." Wren creaked. 'She spoke!' Vickers thought. "It's okay love." He lovingly soothed her, making shushing noises and kissing the top of Wren's head. Unknowingly he had relieved her of the one thing that bothered her most. She was scared her rash murdering spree would make him see her as a monster. Make him not want to be with her anymore. She was afraid that he would leave her, but instead he had tenderly called her 'Love'. They sat tightly holding each other while Wren cried herself out. For lunch, Vickers started a cooking fire and pulled out one of the deer shanks he had packed for trading. He busied himself cooking while Wren fetched some water. After lunch Vickers decided that although they may get caught out in the night, he wanted to get away further from the scene of the carnage. *** The next day they walked home slowly and quietly. Wren had not said a word since 'I'm sorry'. On a whim, Vickers decided to visit the Cooper's stone cottage on the north side of the compound. They arrived a little before sunset. The cabin was in good condition, so they spent the night. They ate the last of the deer meat and put some water on the stove for baths. After the meal, they peeled away their clothes that were soiled from the road and deaths. Vickers helped Wren get her clothes off. He didn't stop undressing her until she was completely bare. He ran his hands over her flawless creamy white skin, touching every inch of her tiny frame. She had grown to love his touch, but she wanted more. Wren stopped his hands with her own. She in turn helped Vickers out of his clothes. After she had him naked, she stood toe to toe with him stroking his cock while pulling face down into a kiss. They went to the bathtub and spent a long time bathing each other in turn. After their bodies were long clean, they continued to bath each other with caresses. After the bath, they retired to the lone bedroom and laid next to each other kissing. Vickers teased her opening with his fingers but did not give her a climax. She continually stroked his hardness but also denied his of his release. In frustration, Wren pulled his cock towards her sex and tried to put it in, but Vickers refuse to cause their union. They both ached with need, but Vickers wanted her to be fully engaged in love making when he did take her. He felt his best chance would be to drive her into a wanton state. "I know you can speak. Tell me what you want." Vickers egged her on. Wren looked at him with pleading eyes. "Just two or three words are all it will take. Tell me." "Please." Wren softly begged. "Yes?" Vickers inquired. "I need you... Please." She begged louder. That was close enough to her asking him to make love to her. He pulled away from his embrace with her, drawing himself down toward the foot of the bed. She thought he was leaving the bed. Wren growled at him. "No!" It was a painful crushing feeling to have him disengage from her in the moment she wanted him most. She didn't understand what he was up to as he slid down the bed. She felt some relief from her pain of rejection when he kissed her stomach. When he kissed her mound, she felt a warmth rush over her, and when he started to lick at the center of her sex, she forgot all of the hurt she had felt moments before. The sensations overwhelmed her. She had never felt the level of stimulation before. Her body responses to him were out of her control. She was used to being in control of her body and mind even when men used her. It was her method of coping with the ugly situations she was always confronted with. She was having trouble letting go, but Vickers was not giving her a choice, she was being forced to surrender to the feelings. Vickers was enjoying the moans of pleasure Wren was emitting and the wetness flowing between her legs. She was the most delicious thing he had ever eaten. He could feel her orgasm rising. Her muscles were beginning to tremble, and then she screamed in pleasure. "Yes! Ohhh. Yes!" Wren yelled. He had only just begun to listen to her voice, but Vickers was I love with the sound of it. She sounded so feminine, so gentle, and so strong. It fit her perfectly. Wren became too sensitive so Vickers stopped licking. He slid up between her legs and kissed her. He was glad she accepted his mouth hungrily regardless of where it had just been. While they kissed, he maneuvered his cock into the entrance of her womb. He momentarily moved his face back from hers so that he could look into her eyes. Once they were locked onto each other's eyes, Vickers started to work himself in and out of her very tight, very wet slit. Wren remained focused on him as he worked his way into her. It was a difficult task, not because she wanted to get away, but because it felt too good. She wanted to close her eyes and concentrate on the feelings he was causing. Wren planned to do make love many times with him in the future so that she could concentrate on the feelings. She was happy to look deeply into his eyes for now. Vickers could hardly contain his joy that Wren was joining with him in making love. They were one as they moved together. As they built up to a higher level of energy Vickers began to slam into Wren violently. Her body bounced against the bed as Vickers pounded. Wren closed her eyes, it was too much. She grunted with him. Vickers reach his limit of self control and released his seed deep into her wanting womb. They laid joined together, panting. Vickers wanted more of her gorgeous little body. He needed to watch her prefect little ass wiggle while he thrusted into her from behind, as he had fantasized since the day he had caught he breaking into the house and seen her cute ass cheeks. He pulled out of her pussy and Wren groan in disappointment at the loss of his member filling her body. He turned her body over and put her into position for doggy-style. She waited as he got himself wedged into her. Vickers did not take long before he grabbed her hips and started to use her body for his pleasure. For Wren this was a new kind of being used. She wanted him to find joy in fucking her brains out. She was also finding that having Vickers fuck her brains out was exactly what she wanted. It was perfect. She would do anything for him. He could use her any way he wanted and she would enjoy it because she knew he loved her. She finally understood what he had been waiting for. They exploded in orgasm together. Her white complexion turned red and blotchy. She cried out in ecstasy. "Yes!" Exhausted, they collapsed into slumber. *** They did not want to leave the cottage the next day, but they had no food and no way of sustaining life there. They made love one last time in the morning and went back to the compound. Once inside the strong house in the compound, they went straight into Vickers room to stow their belongings. Wren showed Vickers some of the things she had recovered from the raider's camp. Some of the items recovered were survival items like a flint for fires and whatnot. The battered pack she had grabbed in the camp had her sturdy hiking boots she had left behind when she had escaped. She found some sentimental items like a wallet with pictures of her lost family. One picture was her dad's marine graduation photo. Vickers looked at the sabre. It was a marine's sword. It must have been her fathers. She shed a few tears and turned to hold Vickers. "Thank you." She kissed him. "You never told me your name." Vickers told Wren. "It's..." She started to speak but stopped. "It's Wren. I love the one you gave me." "I'd still like to know." "The old me is gone forever. The girl who loves you is Wren." *** *** *** Thanks for sticking through to the end of the story. I really enjoy reading comments so please vote and please comment.