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 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 you 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. 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.
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