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Part Two continues... The group needs medicine, Michael's luck continues to hold

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Chapter 4 - Midnight Run

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Gayle started talking rapid-fire before the door was fully open.

"Michael it's Lorraine she's in trouble I think and I don't..." she stopped talking mid-sentence as the picture became clear to her.

I pulled out of what's-her-name's ass with an audible pop. As I stood up, cum strings hung from my cock. Gayle stared at me, then my cock, then at the girl's gaping asshole that had some cum oozing out of it.

"What's the matter with her?" I asked, trying to break the tension. My fuck buddy tried to dig a hole in the air mattress. She managed to hide a little bit in the blanket. Of course, by this time, a couple other girls had come out to see what the problem was. I started dressing.

"She's, she's..." Gayle couldn't get the words out.

"What Gayle, come on!" I snapped at her, probably a little too much.

With sudden steel in her voice and a cold hard stare, Gayle said, "She's running a fever of 103.6. She won't wake up. I looked at the wound and it seems infected. Her breathing is shallow and ragged. She needs antibiotics, or something."

Shit, I thought as I laced up my boots. I don't have any liquid antibiotics, just pills. But you can't make an unconscious person swallow pills and liquid. They'll likely gag or get their lungs filled with fluid.

"Somebody go get Blake."

"I'm right here!" he answered from just behind the door. Great, everyone seemed to be up at this point.

"Is there a clinic in town?"

"Uh... just Doc Brown."

"Does he give IVs to people?"

"Um... um... Yeah! When those hikers got lost last year? We brought them to him after we found them. He put those bags on them."

"Alright, Blake. Get dressed. RFN. You're coming with me."

"RFN?"

"Right Fuckin' Now!" I hollered. He moved like a bandit.

"Where's my shooter girl? Erin?"

"Uh," answered somebody who wasn't Erin. "She just ran to back her room also... yeah she's getting dressed, too."

I looked at Gayle. "We'll make a speed run to town. 5 minutes. Grab some shit from the Doc's place. Back immediately. 10 minutes, tops. We'll save her."

She crossed her arms and just looked at me like this was all my fault.

"I'll save her, I promise."

I handed her a small hand-held HAM/GMRS radio.

"Channel 16. Leave it on but don't call us unless we call you. Here's the button to talk."

I scooped up my regular AR and my fancy one from back home. It's got a red-dot sight that's very handy in the dark.

"Blake, can you shoot?" I asked as he ran up to me.

"Um, just air-soft guns, yeah." Jesus, what kind of country boy doesn't shoot?

"Alright, you get the Crovel. Erin, you're riding shotgun with my good AR. We're taking the Jeep."

We bounced in to town in record time. The Unimog is an awesome rig, but it's not real fast, and it's not real quiet. I had outfitted my Jeep with some good Teraflex parts underneath so we could handle the rough road at speed with ease.

"Go down there," said Blake, pointing the way. "Then turn right and right again. You'll be on Main Street."

I cut the lights and slowed. The Jeep has a quiet exhaust on it, but it still squeaks and the tires make noise on the pavement, too.

"You can drive, right Erin?"

"Yeah, no worries."

"Ok, it's an automatic. We're going to back up to the office. I'm going to turn on these rear lights to shine inside. Blake and I will smash and grab. I want you standing outside, but right by the Jeep. Keep it running. I need you to keep the area clear. But don't shoot until you have to. Got it?"

"Yes Daddy," she said.

What the fuck? Daddy? Whatever... I don't have time to worry about that.

I busted in a pane of glass on Doc's front door. The noise made me cringe, but I figured it was quieter than breaking the whole thing down.

"Eyes sharp," I whispered to Blake. "Keep sweeping the light." He had a flashlight, I had one mounted on my gun. I reached in and undid the lock. We entered the office.

Kind of messy for a Doctor's office, I thought. Papers and shit were on the floor, things knocked down. Maybe we weren't the first to loot the place?

Blake waved towards the back, indicating where to go.

His flashlight hit upon a stainless steel locked cabinet down in the back. I looked at Blake and he nodded. He had his sharpened crovel at the ready. I let him go first.

Stupid... Stupid Stupid STUPID!

He walked past the examining room. I followed, but as I did a zombie came out and grabbed me and knocked me down. Jesus Christ, I thought, as we fell in the hallway. I don't have any of my armor on, not even my helmet or goggles or anything.

Old Zed had me pinned. Actually he seemed like a teen-aged boy. But he was a big boy. He leaned in for a quick bite. I couldn't get my rifle to bear on something inches away from me. I was kind of sitting on my pistol, so that was no good. I punched him a couple times to keep him away. But Zed never gets tired, or hurt, or deterred. He just keeps coming. My Ka-bar knife is on my chest rig, if I can just reach it....

Blake screamed.

"Well fucking help me!" I hollered to him. I thought he was screaming about my predicament.

I hit my Zed particularly hard at that moment, his head seemed to be a little off kilter now. I risked a glance at Blake to see why he wasn't helping me.

Blake stood a few feet from his own zombie. Doc Brown, from the looks of him. His white coat spattered with blood, he was coming towards Blake.

I punched my Zed again as hard as I fucking could, further tweaking his head and neck.

"Blake!! Swing! Hit Him!!!"

But Blake just stood there. 'The Fear' had gripped him. He froze.

I hit my Zed so hard that his neck broke. He stopped grabbing me and I was able to push him off me just in time to see the Doc bearing down on Blake. I grabbed my rifle and fired off a perfect headshot on the dead Doc.

But I was too late.

Blake dropped the Crovel and grabbed his neck. Blood flowed out around his fingers.

"Erin! Get in here!"

But she answered with a Boom!... Boom! Boom!

"Come on Daddy-oh! We got trouble out here!"

Shit shit shit SHIT!

Blake handed me the keys to the cabinet.

"I... got these from Doc. I'm sorry..."

"No buddy. It's okay. You did fine." What the fuck else was I going to say?

"I... Doc... he...."

I rummaged through the cabinet as Blake tried to explain.

"He's been my Doc since forever. I couldn't kill him."

"I know, Blake. I know."

Erin's rifle blasted a few times.

I found the IV bags. I dumped out a trash can and threw them all in there. Then I grabbed several tube-looking things and as many syringes as I could. I also threw in some bottles of pills, and little bottles of liquids that had drug names on them. I don't know what they were, I took them all. I looked at Blake as he struggled to speak.

"Michael... you have to go. Save Lorraine." He was a coward two minutes ago. Now he's grown granite balls.

"Come on Blake, you're coming with us." I have to try and do something for this kid.

We got outside, Blake nearly falling off the sidewalk.

"What happened?" Erin asked in horror. She could see his blood from the rear Jeep lights.

"I got bit. You guys go. I'm... done... I can feel it..." I didn't know what to do, or say. He was right, of course. He was done.

Erin came around on his non-bitten side, and leaned up and kissed him on the cheek and held him for a moment.

I put my arm on his shoulder.

"You're a brave son of a bitch," I said, my voice cracking.

"Yeah... just go. This really hurts. Fucking hell..."

And Blake turned and walked slowly up the street. In the dim light, some zombies saw him and started shuffling towards him. We had a clean getaway now.

Erin raised her rifle, I pushed it back down.

"No. It's my job."

I raised my rifle. Sighted in on the target. I paused for a moment. Exhaled.

Then I pulled the trigger.

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I grabbed a road flare from the back of the Jeep and lit it. I tossed it a couple feet away. I made her drive away, slowly down Main Street without any lights and as soundlessly as possible. I was hoping the flare would draw the zombies towards its light, so they wouldn't follow us home. We turned the corner, and she punched the accelerator for home.

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"We're two minutes out," I said into the radio.

"You're late," replied Gayle, tersely. "You guys just fooling around out there?" Ouch.

I didn't respond.

Erin drove like a Baja 1000 champion. I sat there and bounced around. Somehow, I had gotten my seat belt on, I don't remember doing that.

I should have cleared the rooms before we passed them. I've watched enough cop shows and war movies to know that you don't walk past a fucking room without checking it. Jesus.

Blake's dead because of me. I got him killed. Then I had to murder him and leave him in the street, like a rabid dog.

We pulled into our complex and quickly got inside. Gayle anxiously took the trash basket full of drugs and began sorting them out on the table. All the other girls were there, waiting anxiously to see what was going to happen. It only took about three more seconds until someone asked the inevitable question.

"Where's Blake?"

My throat clamped up as I tried to choke back the tears and the screams. They all looked at me. I couldn't talk.

Erin rescued me. "He didn't make it."

A collective gasp rose from the group, then a bunch of them starting all talking at once.

"Shut up!" hollered Erin. And they did. "Let's focus on getting Lorraine fixed up."

Gayle and the others looked at me. I tried to help but my hands were too shaky. I almost spilled the amoxicillan bottle. But I could still help. Sort of.

"Tina," I finally said, my voice sounding weird to me. "Get the tablet over here. Yeah. Click on the server icon, right. Click Medical, ok click the IV folder, click that file, yeah mixtures."

Fortunately, I had my downloaded files pretty well organized. We skimmed and found the directions for the proper dosage of antibiotic fluid for the IV bag. Erin put in the right amount.

Then we searched the videos and found how to insert a line for the IV. Gayle watched it twice.

She looked at me, my hands were still shaking.

She gave it a go.

She got it on the first try. We set the drip rate, and hoped for the best.

"Get some towels under her," I said quietly. "We don't have a catheter for her." Gayle understood, and we piled up a few for Lorraine to lay on. We still had her on her stomach, so it was a bit awkward.

I went to the main dining table and slumped down in a chair. The girls tried to soothe me, but I didn't want any of that. Erin understood that. She moved them away from me and started to get everyone back to bed. It was right about midnight.

"Six A.M. girls," I called out. "We're getting up at 6." They didn't like it, but they didn't say anything, either.

Gayle came to the kitchen. She got out the Bailey's that we partied with earlier and poured a generous glass. She put it in front of me.

"Thanks."

"I'm not doing this to be nice to you," she said, bluntly. "I need you to calm the hell down and start functioning again. Now, tell me what happened."

I sat up and swallowed the drink down.

"I made a mistake. It's all my fault." Gayle just looked at me. "I let Blake go ahead of me at the doctor's office. We went by a room that we didn't clear. I got jumped, then Blake got confronted but he froze up. The Doc bit him... I shot the Doc, but it was too late... Then I had to shoot Blake..."

I put my head in my hands and sobbed. That poor fucking kid, he was only 18 or 19.

Gayle got my glass and poured another double shot.

"Look, Michael. Blake was a sweet kid. But he wasn't a fighter. When we all crashed into his house, he didn't help fend off the zombies, he just stood there. It's not your fault."

"Well, I shouldn't have put anyone who's that unprepared in that situation. That's why we're getting up early tomorrow. We're starting basic training."

I stood up to go to bed.

Gayle came and gave me a quick hug. I didn't really hug her back as I didn't deserve any hugs right then.

"Thanks for getting the IVs for Lorraine. Kaitlyn was really worried about you."

Kaitlyn! That was her name. Kaitlyn.

"I'm uh... I'm not sure what your plan is, but you better watch what you're doing here. These girls are very... tender right now. And you're like some hero father figure to them. Watch your step. Good night, Michael."

I trudged to my room and had a terrible sleep.

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Chapter 5 - Basic

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Gayle changed out Lorraine's IV bag in the middle of the night. The next morning, her fever was gone, and she was sleeping comfortably.

'Basic Training' began with a speech about this new world, we have to toughen up, yadda yadda yadda, we can't have any more Blake incidents, etc. We did an hour of calisthenics and cardio.

Then we trained on the weapons. With YouTube videos and hands-on training, they became adept at handling, loading, and clearing the AR-15, the 10/22, and Remington 870 shotgun.

It was rather chilling during training, we could hear Zed moaning outside. We hadn't locked the gate last night and they were in the perimeter. The girls were paying very good attention.

Finally, it was time for live fire training. Gayle stayed down below with Lorraine while the rest of us went up to the roof with one AR and the 10/22 and a bunch of magazines for each. Zed had us surrounded. They saw us and moaned the death moan at us. It was fucking surreal. We were perfectly safe, though. Zed can't climb 12 foot vertical walls.

I had Erin display the proper stance and pointed out how to aim etc. She busted a couple caps, two Zeds fell.

"Tina, you try it." The nice thing about the AR, it shoots a small but powerful bullet. Still, the kick on that is minimal. Women can easily shoot it without losing control of the weapon. Tina took aim.

"Fatty in the red shirt," I called out.

BAM!

"Okay you're a little low, you got his chest."

BAM!

"Still low, make sure you're using the front sights, line up both sights."

BAM!

"And he's down! Nice one! Couple more now."

And so it went. They all did fairly well, everyone but Patsy had several kills. This was what I wanted, they had to get their hands dirty. But Patsy bothered me. She almost seemed to be missing on purpose.

Kaitlyn rubbed up on me a few times. Erin grabbed my ass at one point, but nobody saw. Erin was right there at my door last night when I pulled my cock out of Kaitlyn's gaping ass, but it didn't seem to faze her at all. Unlike Ms. Gayle, who seemed to have developed a confused but still strong dislike towards me. Sorry dear, one kiss doesn't mean we are exclusive. Although, she is so damn attractive. And sweet, and strong. Christ...

We broke for lunch and got the best news ever, Lorraine was awake! Gayle introduced us formally for the first time. Lorraine just smiled up at me as we didn't want her moving just yet. My god she was pretty... I mean her mom was fantastic but Lorraine, wow. She whispered it was nice to meet me, and held my hand for a few moments. Gayle ushered me out of there.

The rest of the day was more training, and then cleaning up. What do you do with 38 dead Zeds on your property? We ended up fashioning these big hooks out of some rebar we had in a shed. Rebar, that super strong steel they use in concrete structures. We tied two ropes to that so two or four people could haul them across the ground. There was a small indentation in the ground outside the fence line, we dragged them over there as best we could. This ended up being the best strength training exercise. You used your legs, arms, chest, core, everything.

I need these girls to be strong. I need to count on them. We need to take back our world.

Patsy stayed behind with Lorraine so Gayle could make dinner ready for everyone, which was nice.

I really liked the busy activity all day. It sort of helped keep Blake out of my head. But in the evening, he came back to bother me. A lot. The girls put on Legally Blonde. No, not a porno, the one with Reese Witherspoon. I just wasn't up for it, though, and retired to my room with a six-pack of Budweisers.

I worked on the computer, checked the boards for new info, put out some info. We, the scattered few still connected to the Web, were trying to discern if death was caused by the bite only, or if it could be caused by transference of fluids. Like, say, a Zed drools on you and it gets in your mouth or eye or a cut. Nobody had anything conclusive yet. I said we should assume it's transferable without a bite, just to be safe.

The consensus was that Zed was pretty much like a George Romero Zombie; not really fast, not smart, drawn to smell, sound and motion, and eager for human flesh to eat. Well at least nobody has seen any running zombies. Unfortunately, it seemed that any death was now a turn-into-a-zombie event. Not just from a bite, but a heart attack, too.

Then I looked at our supplies, our land maps, and tried to think of some plans. Winter was coming. It would be rather stark. We couldn't plant anything now. But there's plenty we should be doing. The main thing was, we needed to clean out the town. But before that, we needed to get these girls in shape and properly outfitted. They were all wearing clothes and shoes that didn't really fit.

One more day of training, then we'll make a another high-speed dash into town for some stuff.

I heard the movie ending and the party was breaking up. I went out to say goodnight to everyone and to pee. Six beers, ya know. Told everyone that we're boot camping again tomorrow.

Everyone except Gayle hugged me goodnight. She did say it, though. Lorraine was up, gingerly, gave me a soft hug. She doesn't know me at all, but everyone's been filling her in on the recent events. Lorraine is... really pretty. I mean, take your breath away pretty. She looks at you and you puff out your chest a little, suck in your gut.

I had a couple generous shots of Gentleman Jack, and I tried going to sleep. But nothing happened. As I lay there, I heard fingernails tapping on my door again. Shit. My mind wasn't in the right place for this; Blake's death weighed very heavily on me.

She tapped again.

I got up and went to open the door. I was fully ready to tell Kaitlyn or Erin that I just wasn't in the mood right now. Really. I was.

I flung the door open, and there stood Kristin and Lizzie. The Johnson sisters. They weren't twins, being a couple years apart, but they had a strong family resemblance. Light reddish hair, fair skin, cute little freckles... oh man.

"Yeah, girls?"

"We need you, Daddy-man!" they whispered in unison.

"No," I protested. "I can't. I'm all messed up about Blake right now and--"

Kristin raised her arms over her head. Lizzie lifted Kristin's shirt up and over her head. She bent down and licked Kristin's beautiful pink nipple. Probably a C-cup.

"You're going to say no to this?" asked Lizzie.

Well, I was still very upset about the Blake situation.

But I'm also a man.

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Chapter 6 - Revelation

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I woke up alone the next morning, wondering where the sisters went. Christ, they were incredible. It's the kind of thing where I can't give an exact play-by-play description of what went down, there was just so much going on! Plus I was buzzed from the beers and the Jack. But it was something like this:

Lizzie was the older one, 21, it turns out. And Kristin the younger at just past 18. Lizzie, the aggressor, pushed me down in my wheelie chair and told me to just sit there for awhile, not to move.

The two girls stood right in front of me. Lizzie removed Kristin's pants, exposing her shaved pubic area. She raised Kristin's leg kind of past me, so she was stepping on the edge of the desk. Kristin held on to the wall for support. Lizzie proceeded to caress Kristin's body, all over, squeezing and kneading all of her parts. And all the while she's whispering "Look at these tits!" and "Isn't she pretty?" and "She's so soft" and things like that. I was concerned for Kristin at first, but she seemed to love it, especially when Lizzie moved around to kiss Kristin's pussy. I went from 80% hard to about 200% when she did that.

I'd been in a couple of threesomes before. And let me tell you, it ain't like in the pornos. One of the girls is usually shy, and then somebody gets their feelings hurt because they aren't getting enough attention or whatever... most people just aren't wired for a multi-person situation.

But these two sisters, different story! Lizzie stopped eating her sister's pussy and turned to kiss me. Her hot, sensuous mouth was enhanced by the dripping pussy juice from Kristin. Jesus, kissing a hot young girl, who's got her own sister's juices on her lips, I was just melting. I wasn't aware at the time, but all thoughts of Blake vanished. Sorry, dude.

Lizzie asked me, "Michael? Would you like... Would you maybe kiss Kristin's cunt for me?"

I got up off the chair and all three of us went down to the air mattress. I buried my face in Kristin's young cunt alright. Her juices already flowing from her sister's tongue, she just squirmed and moaned softly under my gentle assault.

And this is where it gets kind of fuzzy. Lizzie went and sucked on Kristin's tits some more... then both of us were sucking Kristin's tits... then I got rolled on my back and had Lizzie's cunt smashing my face and my cock up Kristin's cunt.

Then... Well there was rubbing... and sucking... and kissing... and seemingly everywhere I reached there was a nice female part to play with or suck or fuck. My cock was never not in a mouth or a pussy for very long at all. I remember at one point pulling my cock out of Lizzie's twat and sticking it immediately into Kristin's mouth. Both of the girls just couldn't get enough of each others pussy juices.

A bit later, the girls were sixty-nining, with my cock going in a hot pussy, and getting licked on the outstroke. Holy shit! When I had to cum, Lizzie (at the time on all fours with Kristin under her) told me to jack off into her asshole. I didn't really fuck her ass, just pressed the tip against her hole and jacked myself.

Her juicy ass felt wonderful as I shot load after load of cum into her butt. Lizzie squealed as Kristin lapped her cunt like a thirsty dog. When I finished, Lizzie rose up and dripped my cum out of her ass...

... into Kristin's mouth.

"Don't you swallow that stuff, bitch!" whispered Lizzie.

Kristin held my cum in her mouth as she licked her sister ass, cleaning it all up. Lizzie promptly turned around and kissed her sister firmly and tenderly and roughly, and they fought for the cum back and forth. Some ran down Kristin's cheek. The two girls entwined their legs and ground their pussies into each other, cumming hard simultaneously in just a couple minutes. I forced my way from behind so I could try and lick both of their cunts. Nice.

We kept fucking, and grinding cunts, and I came in Lizzie's face and Kristin licked it all off and swallowed it. Lizzie, angry about that, demanded I fuck Kristin in the ass for her transgressions. I remember Kristin not being too excited by that, but Lizzie stuck her tongue completely up Kristin's ass, then slipped in a finger with some spit and pussy juice. Finally she had three fingers in there and pronounced her ready.

My cock was pretty worn out at this point, but we rallied and I butt-fucked Kristin. Yes, I butt-fucked an 18 year and one-month old hot babe. I remember grabbing her tits hard... and I remember her cumming so hard pussy juice was actually dripping from her cunt.

When I filled her ass as much as I could with cum, I fell back on the bed in sheer exhaustion. Lizzie was there to lick my cock, though; she wanted my cum since Kristin seemed to be holding it inside her ass.

Both girls wanted more. I wasn't ready to oblige anymore. But I lay there, sucking soft tits while they masturbated themselves on my legs. I did cum one more time... but there was hardly any semen cumming out, mostly just dust at this point.

The final score was Kristin at 9 orgasms, Lizzie right behind with 8 (but two were multiples... how do you count those?) and I trailed at 4 and a probable. So they won and I lost. But I didn't feel like a loser.

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After our morning P90 workout, we ate Gayle's pancakes from my dehydrated stash, and I talked about my general plan for taking back our little neighboring town. Since it didn't look like my buddies were coming, I was going to use their food, and guns, and other supplies. With all of us, We had about 3 years of food in storage.

But that wasn't enough. What then? My plan was to get farming next spring. But we need to clear out Zach and all his friends first; can't have him trampling all over our fields and gardens.

Then, Patsy spoke up.

"I don't really think we should be killing these... people..."

All heads turned her way, you could hear the syrup flowing down the cakes.

Finally, Erin broke the tension. "Why the fuck would you say that? Are you fucking stupid?" That's my girl!

"No. I'm serious.. I've been doing a lot of thinking these last few days. I think this is the

Apocalypse. Armageddon. You know, from The Book of Revelation. This is the Tribulation.

"These people out there, yes they died. But now they are Angels, and they're doing God's work."

I laughed out loud. Then the others all started talking and hollering, but I could hear Patsy saying something like "You're going against God's plan" or some shit like that.

Hey, I'm a believer in the U. S. Constitution. You want to believe in the Big Sky Daddy, go right ahead. That's your right, it's part of the First Amendment. You want to believe in the Flying Spaghetti Monster? Fine. I don't care. But your freedoms and rights end when they impact my freedoms and rights.

I tapped my coffee cup a few times on the table. The cacophony dimmed, and finally stopped as all eyes turned towards me.

"Patsy... you can believe what you want to believe. But, you are also a guest in my house. My plan, for all the occupants of this house, is to try and get through this Zombie Apocalypse, and to keep living and kill the bad guys. I want to plant crops, I want us to be safe. I want us to live. I kind of thought those were mutual feelings we all had. I expected everyone in this house to work towards that goal. We kill Zed, and Zach, and Zena, and we try and start over."

I took a sip of coffee and the girls all started shouting back and forth. Finally, I tapped my cup again.

"Let's see a show of hands. Who wants to try and live through this thing and come out the other side?" Everyone's hand went up except Patsy's.

"Well, what is the other option, Patsy?"

"Well, we just... wait for God to show us what to do."

"Maybe God is showing you what to do, through me!" Hey, it was worth a shot.

"I hardly think you're God's messenger," Patsy said. Emphasis on the 'you're'; full of scorn. "No, we have to wait for a sign."

"Do you want to wait in this house? My house?"

"I don't know. I can't be around all this... fornicating that's going on."

More hollering. Gayle glared at me. Lorraine, or Lorrie as I was now calling her, looked at me a little hurt, like she was being left out of something. Jesus, it didn't feel good to disappoint her. What the fuck?

I ate the rest of my breakfast. The girls were all agitated with Patsy and they argued with each other. I looked at Patsy. Pretty girl, dyed blonde hair, nice firm body, obviously somewhat smart as she's in college. But she's either a religious whacko or she's gone crazy. Maybe both. Oh well, not my problem anymore.

I got up from the table, all eyes followed me. I grabbed my rifle and headed outside.

"I'll be back."

And I was, in about 15 minutes. The girls had finished cleaning up and were milling about with their coffees, kind of wondering what I was up to.

I came back with a nice backpack, filled up.

"Patsy. First of all, I'm sorry to have infringed on your beliefs. That was wrong of me."

"Thank you," she beamed.

"And I'm sorry for the fornicating." That brought some snickers and downright laughter.

"But you've made it apparent you don't want to stay here. So I put together a little kit here," I indicated the backpack. "There's water for three days, food, a jacket, gloves, matches, oh and a Bible, of course. Let's see, no weapons, of course. You won't be needing those..."

"What... what do you mean?" asked Patsy, suddenly very afraid.

"Looks like you've been called, bitch," said Erin.

"Michael!" started Gayle. I knew she was going to say something about her being responsible for these girls.

"Patsy, you're either with us, or you aren't. I can't have someone here who I can't trust not to leave a door open on purpose." I held up the pack for her.

"Gayle?" Patsy pleaded.

Gayle looked at her feet. "You know, Patsy, I think Michael's right. If you feel this way, you endanger all of us. I've almost lost my own daughter due to an accident with these... things that certainly aren't Angels. I'm not going to risk that you want these things to live!"

Lorrie chimed in. "You know they almost killed me. They DID kill a lot of our friends. If you want these... zombies to live, then you don't belong here."

"You better not go to town, Pats, " I said. "We'll be killing a lot of Angels there, and I don't want you to be upset by that."

"The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall not want..." Patsy began. She kept praying as she shouldered the pack. I helped her adjust the straps. "Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil."

"Atta girl!" I said. And I meant it. I didn't want her to die. But I can't have her getting us killed, either. She kept praying as she walked out the door.

"Surely goodness and mercy will follow me, all the days of my life."

Gayle looked at me and shrugged. I shrugged, too. Maybe this is God's plan. I think it sucks, whatever it is. I think Patsy just went nuts, is all.

I went to my room and returned with the .308 rifle. It's got a 16x power scope on it, and I'm pretty good with it. I can hit a one-foot steel plate at 600 yards.

I followed Patsy out, unlocked the gate for her. Erin followed me with my old AR, now 'hers'. I pointed out a Zeke to her, Erin popped him in the head. Patsy didn't flinch, just kept right on repeating her Psalm for what seemed like the 23rd time.

I took up a position on our hill and looked down the valley. Five Zekes were ambling about. I targeted the closest one at about 150 yards.

BOOM!

"Jesus!" Erin jumped. "That thing barks, doesn't it!"

I turned and gave her a little smile, and saw that everyone else had come outside, also. I acquired a new target.

BOOM! and another Zeke fell. Patsy stopped at the dead 'Angels' and crossed herself and them, like she was blessing them.

BOOM! got him.

BOOM! got her.

BOOM! missed. This last guy was pretty far out there. He was angling towards Patsy. Some kind of self-preservation instinct kicked in, and Patsy started walking away from this guy.

I hollered out into the valley, "COME BACK!!!"

Then I fired again at Zach and missed. Moving targets at 500 yards are hard.

Patsy turned and waved at us. Then she took off in a run towards the main road. She rounded a bend and we couldn't see her anymore.

That fifth Zach was now walking in a straight line away from me. Easy does it... breathe out... hold... BOOM!

Got him! But my excitement was short lived as we saw several more Zach's come from the town area and headed to where Patsy would be. They were out of range, though.

I turned and headed back to the house. Some of the girls patted my arm. One of them said "Let's go get her! With the Jeep or something!" But to my surprise, Gayle responded to the contrary.

"She made her decision. I think Mike was bluffing, right Mike?" I nodded. I was. I didn't expect her to really go.

"If we brought her back, she would just do something stupid either accidentally or on purpose. Michael was right. She was a danger to us."

We spent the rest of the day preparing our weapons, teaching the girls how to care for and clean them, ran through more drills to clear jams etc. Everybody now had an AR-15 as I had broken into the group's stash of standardized weapons. My buddies won't mind, since they are gone...

The mood was, okay. People were disappointed with Patsy, but nobody seemed to be upset with me. I just hoped we wouldn't see her as a new 'Angel'. I won't hesitate to shoot her zombie body, but it will be a bummer nonetheless.

I talked more with the girls about my plan for tomorrow. We're going to the "Master's Hardware and Dry Goods" store. The girls need underwear, shoes that fit, and some clothes, too. I'm all for going bra-less, but some of these girls have real big tits. And I need them to be able to run. Big bouncing tits are fun to watch in slow motion when they run, but in a Zed situation it ain't cool to have things going in all directions. Gotta strap those puppies down.

"I'm going to need two volunteers for tomorrow's excursion," I stated. All hands went up. "Now hold on a second. I need people who are good shots, can move quick, and don't mind getting dirty. Ok Erin, thanks. But you were already drafted, that's why I only need two more... Lorrie, sorry sweetie, you need more healing. Gayle, thanks, but not yet. No... I'm thinking... Lizzie and Dizzy--"

"It's Kristin, asshole!"

"I know, I know... just kidding. Whaddya two say?"

They nodded their heads in unison. Gotta love sisters.

So instead of a movie that night, we all cleaned the weapons and checked our packs. We loaded the Jeep with some trade goods, like gallon jugs of water and canned foods in case we found some survivors. Also some dry foods like instant potatoes and such.

We got everything packed and racked, with no slack.

"Alright everyone. Bedtime. And we're on lockdown tonight." Got a couple snickers on that one.

"I'm serious. We need to be up bright and early and ready to go."

I was left unmolested that night, which was good. I got some pretty good sleep.

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Chapter 7 - Daddy's Little Girl

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We dressed for battle as best we could. The motorcycle helmets fit the sisters, but was too big for Erin. We put some towels in there to make it sit better. We were finally ready.

Acutely aware of how well the last outing went, when we lost Blake, this farewell was a bit tearful.

"Come back to us," Gayle intoned. "All of you!"

Lorrie hugged me, too, with tears in her eyes. I held her shoulders, afraid to touch her back. Her breasts pressed into me. Jesus.

"Come back to us... to me..." she whispered.

We got in the Jeep and headed towards town.

As we headed down Main Street, we could see the dead Zeds from the other day. Nobody is cleaning up the town. We stopped in front of "Master's" store. Peeking in the windows, we couldn't see anything. I tapped on the glass lightly with my rifle barrel.

Suddenly, movement. Hang on... yep, it's a Zach wandering around in the store. I didn't want to just shoot and bust up the glass, I wanted to keep some integrity to the store. Talking to the girls, we drove the Jeep around the side of the store. I took a set of keys, as did Erin. We climbed up on top of the Jeep and went up the fire escape to the second floor. I climbed in the window and cleared the area. The other gals came in. Okay.

"I'm going downstairs," I whispered. "I'm going to take him out with the Crovel." That's my mini shovel with a razor sharp edge.

I took two steps downstairs, and was met by a young man with a shotgun pointed at my face.

"You're not going anywhere, fucker." he said, rather shakily.

I set the crovel down, but now the kid had three other rifles pointed at his head. Then a door opened up behind us. Confusion reigned as another kid pointed a rifle at Lizzie, then at me, then he didn't know who to point it at. My girls were yelling, so were the boys; this was very tense and could go bad in a hurry. But I could see these were young kids. I didn't think they were dangerous, just being protective.

"My girls! SHUT UP!" And they did. "Okay fellas. I'm going to take my helmet off. Ok? Just real slow, we aren't here to hurt you. We want to buy or trade for some things."

The one on the stairs looked at his bud, then nodded at me.

I took off my helmet, and set it on a table in the hallway.

"Ok. See? Just a regular guy. Erin, girls. Lower your rifles. See guys? We're cool. Everybody's cool... Lean your rifles on the wall. Nice and easy. Yeah that's it. Okay, now take off your helmets."

This is what I was counting on. And it worked. The guys weren't looking at me anymore. They watched as the motocross helmets came off, and three gorgeous faces looked back at them.

The girls did some of that hair-flipping thing that is just so desirable.

I reached out and pushed the shotgun away from my face. I asked the other guy to lower his gun, which he did.

"This is Erin, and that's Elizabeth and Kristin." The girls smiled beautifully.

"I'm Morgan," said my guy on the stairs. He handed me the shotgun while he moved over to shake hands with the girls.

"And I'm Wyatt!" said the other one, making sure he got introduced also.

"Morgan and Wyatt?" I kind of smirked. "Where's Virgil?" I joked. You know, the Earp brothers. I was met with glum faces. "He's downstairs in the store. How did you know his name... oh yeah, you're old."

"Yeah, I'm sorry about your brother. I'm Michael. And really, we just want to trade for some stuff. Who's Masters? Is he the owner?"

"That's our dad. Bat Masters. We're his sons. He was killed at the church on that first night..."

"So, you're... Bat Masters' sons?" I smiled again. Nobody else smiled. Sometimes it sucks being the only one who gets your jokes.

"Well guys, I'm very sorry for your loss. But we need some things for the girls. You fellas need water? Food?"

"We need water bad," said Morgan. "We're all out, and drinking out of the toilet tanks--OWW!"

Wyatt slugged him on the shoulder. He didn't want to look bad in front of the girls.

"Boys," I said. "Before we do any trading, we've got to... remove Virgil..."

"Yeah. We know. We just can't do it." Morgan, apparently the younger one, cried a little. Kristin went to him and hugged him. Erin moved towards me, as Liz sidled up to Wyatt.

"If it's okay with you guys," started Erin. "Michael can... help you with this." Nice diplomacy! Who knew she was so sensitive?

Morgan nodded. Erin and I went downstairs, helmets back on and weapons ready..

I opened the backdoor with the key from Wyatt, and I quickly dispatched poor Virgil with my Crovel. Erin helped me drag him outside. We cleaned up the blood so the boys wouldn't see anything.

The atmosphere lightened up then. The two sisters went shopping with the boys helping. For a crappy small town, they had pretty good stuff. I guess there's a pretty famous trailhead up in the woods, so they get quite a few hikers coming through here needing last minute gear.

Movement outside caught my eye, several Zachs were at the front of the store.

"Can we get to the clock tower from here?" I asked. It was just a little cupola kind of a thing, sitting on the roof of the second floor. We climbed the stairs from the roof. A couple kicks and the clock fell out of the front. Nice view from here, we could see most of the town, now.

I looked at Erin. Her face pleaded with me.

"Go ahead," I said. "Make their day!"

She grinned and sighted in the first one with her AR. This was my good one, with an ACOG scope on it and a Harris bipod.

BOOM!

"Yes!" she exclaimed. "Did you see that one? Headshot!"

BOOM!

"Yep! who's the Big Bad Mama now?"

BOOM!

"Uh huh! All day bitches!"

I pointed out a few down the other side of the street. Erin gleefully adjusted her position and took them down. One shot each. She's a regular sharpshooter, a natural.

She also had this excited look on her face, kind of like the other day. She anxiously scanned for more. Fortunately, for her, other Zeds were drawn to the noise and came out to see what all the noise was about.

BOOM!

But this time, instead of 'yeah baby' or something, she just kind of moaned a little, like "Mmmmm-hmmmmm."

I was standing next to her, helping to spot, but she didn't need me to do that anymore. She had it down.

"You're an awesome shot, sweetheart!" And I rested my hand on her trim little ass.

She giggled and pressed into my hand. "Harder... yes Daddy... squeeze me.... wait... stop..." she sighted in another target.

BOOM!

"Jesus!" she cried out as I resumed massaging her ass. She spread her legs more, inviting my hand to travel down the crack to in between her thighs. I stopped, but didn't let go, when I heard her do the big exhale. That meant she had one in her sights. After the report of the gun, I continued.

"Reloading," she said. I took that moment to reach around her and undo her belt, then just shucked her camo pants down. She wasn't wearing any underwear. She struggled out of one leg, so she could still move. I rested my hand on her silkyTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.