Love in the Time of Zombies Ch. 03

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The next morning we had powdered eggs, freeze-dried ham, and pancakes. All courtesy of Momma Gayle, with some help from Lorrie, of course. That shit is not bad, pretty tasty, even. Considering the circumstances. The IHOP was, after all, run by Zach and Zed and Zena, at this point.

So this day, we hooked up the snow plow to the Unimog. Too many dead bodies in the street, you know. We scored tons of plywood at the hardware store to barricade the Master's store. Then we implemented 'The Plan'.

We parked the Unimog at the east end of Main street. It already had some followers. The cool thing about the Mog is its height. No matter what the Zeds do, they can't break in. They can't break the glass. They can't climb into the cab. So we Parked it in the middle of the street. Erin climbed on top, along with Lorrie. They had the .308 for serious long range and stopping power. Also had an AR, and the suppressed 22. The idea was, they would start shooting at Zach, which would bring more Zachs, and they would keep shooting. Lorrie would get some real on-the-job training.

Then we had Tina and Payton in the Clock tower, firing at Zed also. But never towards the Mog. Only down the streets they could see.

Meanwhile, myself, Gayle, Morgan, and Wyatt went down to a side street at the whole other end of the small town. We pulled up to the last house. Gayle had the AR. I had my Crovel, and the boys had pitchforks. We also had pistols, all of us. The idea, though, was to go quiet and check the houses.

The first one was a piece of cake. Tapped on the door, all quiet. The house was unlocked, nobody inside. We checked for medicines and food, found a pretty good stash of cans. Some good food in the fridge, too, but it was all rotten. No medicines. No weapons. Some old lady clothes, that's about it. We stacked the cans on the porch for later pickup.

Second house, we could see Zach standing inside, trying to get out through the door. Erin, and Lorrie, were shooting pretty regularly at the end of town. We saw a couple zachs here and there amble along in their direction.

I wanted the boys to get some training, so we had Gayle stand behind the door, and she yanked it open. Morgan went first and jabbed the fucker right in the eye. He dropped. Morgan let out a whoop and went to high-five his brother when I clamped him hard on the shoulder.

"Shut the fuck up!" I whisper-hollered at him. He was sorry, wouldn't do it again.

Found a little food, a .38 revolver with 9 shells, some 42-year old Playboys, and some dirty clothes. But we took everything we could find. Candles, aluminum foil, baggies, toilet paper, matches, dog food.

Next house, we tapped on the window. We couldn't see through the windows as the curtains were drawn.

"Who is it?" a female voice called out.

We were stunned. I motioned for one of the boys to answer.

"It's us! Morgan and Wyatt Masters. From the store!"

The lady came and opened the door cautiously, then let us in. The lady was probably 65+. She eyeballed us.

"You the ones making all the racket?"

"Yes," I answered. "I'm Michael. This is Gayle. We're just trying to clean up the town. You uh, you ok? you need anything?"

"Naw. I'm good for the winter. Come springtime, I'll be needing some supplies, though. You reckon we'll get some power and food by then?"

"Uh, no, Missus..."

"It's Miss. Thompson. Never had much need for no man. Although, I do kind of like your style, Slim." She let that hang. I wasn't sure what to say. Wasn't expecting to be hit on today, least not by an old lady. She wasn't bad looking, for 65.

"Hmph... well... Miss Thompson, we'll be around a lot. If you see us, flag us down if you need something, okay?"

We left, Gayle snickered and patted me on the butt. "Stud," she whispered and laughed.

We went through 30 more houses, but no other living folks. Lots of dead bodies, though; human and zombie. Did find a decent 1911 like mine, four hunting rifles in various calibers with a few boxes of shells for each.

Suddenly, the radio crackled to life.

"Michael! It's Erin! We need you NOW!"

We piled into the Jeep and shot back towards main street. We got some more info from Erin; they had moved the truck to try and get a better location to shoot from.

"I told you not to do that!"

"I know Michael, I'm sorry. But Lorrie's trapped. Hurry!"

We pulled up next to the Unimog, running over a couple Zachs. It was now more in the center of town. It was supposed to be away from the buildings.

"She's up on the second floor. hurry!"

We broke into the lower floor of the real estate office. I killed two zeds with my Crovel. I could hear more of them moaning upstairs. Racing up the stairs, I hollered "Look out below" and threw a couple more zeds down the stairs. Gunshots followed as Erin or someone killed them dead.

Gayle came up behind me. The zeds were now converging on us. We each fired our pistols until they were empty. The floor was slippery from all the ichor and gore, but I charged forward, hacking and slashing at Zed heads. I worked my way into what seemed a bedroom, and there was Lorrie.

She was between the bed and a wall, holding back two zombies with just her rifle barrel. Crying and screaming, she was going to lose the battle in the next few seconds as the combined weight of the two big man zombies was probably 400 pounds.

I hacked at a nearby zombie, then leapt on to the bed. I hacked with all my might on the zed closest to Lorrie, burying my Crovel so hard I couldn't get it back out from Zach's body. I yanked out my USMC Ka-Bar and buried it into the skull of the second zed. I pulled Lorrie out from under both of them as they began falling. Clutching me for dear life, Lorrie sobbed into my neck.

Everyone just stood around as I came downstairs.

"Come on! Form a perimeter! What have I been talking to you about for the last 4 days? And somebody go get my Crovel!"

We finally formed a walking convoy and made our way down to Master's Hardware. Wyatt drove the Jeep, running down zeds while I carried Lorrie. Erin and Gayle covered us as Morgan followed in the Unimog. We finally got inside the store.

We laid Lorrie on the counter, checking for bites, but she was clear. Her mom held her, they rocked together slowly in an old rocking chair by the front door.

I sat down and held my head in my hands. Jesus I almost fucked up again! We need more training before we can do this kind of thing!

Erin came over to me. "Michael... Daddy... I'm sorry. I shouldn't have-"

"No," I snapped back at her. "You shouldn't have. You should have done what I said. I can't be everywhere. You need to think!"

Ashamed, Erin went up to the staircase. Probably to the clock tower so she could shoot more zeds.

"What should we do?" asked Morgan.

"I don't know right now, bud. Just... let me be for a few."

I think it was in that moment where I realized how much I cared for these people. I looked at Gayle and Lorrie. Gayle was whispering softly to Lorrie, who seemed really small right now. They shouldn't be fighting zombies. They should be helping or something, but they weren't warriors. This wasn't fair.

But it wasn't just them. It was Erin. And the Sisters. And Payton, and Kaitlyn, and Tina. And the boys, too. I can't let anything happen to these people.

Zombies moaned outside.

Fuckers.

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I took everybody back to the cabin a little after that. We ate an early supper of chicken corn chowder. The mood was a little somber. Erin was very down on herself. Lorrie was not doing so well, neither was Gayle. Lorrie seemed to want to be hugging or holding on to her mom or myself, she didn't want to be alone. Everyone else just picked up on the vibe and didn't make a lot of noise.

I talked with the local boys after dinner. I wanted to find out what commercial enterprises were in town or nearby. Gas Stations, stores, welding shops, sporting goods stores, engine repair shops, I wanted it all. Erin tried to go to her room. I told her no, sit down with me and listen. I apologized to her. She cried. We made up. Then we talked strategy.

After a couple hours, we did more P90 training, except for Lorrie. Well, she did a modified version. She isn't all that flexible yet from her initial wounds.

Then everyone went to bed.

There was scratching at my door. I didn't open it.

I didn't deserve any happiness right then.

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Chapter 9 - The Recovery

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The next three days raced by. I took a team of Wyatt, Erin, and Payton with me and we went to two other nearby towns, just a little bigger than ours. They were as bad or worse than our little town. There's a larger town to the north of us, but I imagine they are inundated with Zeds.

Anyway, we found what we were looking for; paintball and lacrosse gear. We liked the Lacrosse helmets best as they had a tough face screen and you could talk with them. They were much lighter than Motorcycle helmets. Plus, you could still wear goggles with them. We found all kinds of pads and protective equipment for the legs and arms, also. The object was to make ourselves hard to bite.

Back at the ranch, we all put on our gear for real live training. First, everyone got used to hitting me on the head with broomsticks. Didn't even reach me through my helmet, but everyone got lots of licks in.

At the Lawnmower repair shop, we got lots of lawnmower blades. We trimmed up one end to fit the gals smaller hands,then wrapped it in paracord to make a nice handle. We sharpened the other end to a razor-like finish. Now everyone had their own personal Zed-Hacker. We also got some yard rakes, the tough kind, not grass rakes. We cut off some of the tines, and bent the middle ones facing forward. I thought this would come in handy.

Then we had one-v-one training, with live zombies.

Many had come up our way over the last few days, we let them be as they circled the fence. Then, carefully, we'd let in one-at-a-time through the gate. We didn't try to pair them up with a like-sized person, if it was your turn you got what you got.

Being generally shorter, except for Payton, the girls were having a tough time with a one-shot kill; Zed's arms were too long. The girls learned to hack off an arm or two first, then go for the kill. Or kick them in the knee so Zed fell down. Then it was an easy kill shot.

Then they tried it with the rake. Much better! Hard swing to the knees, down they went. Then they were easy pickins for a rake-shot to the head. So that became our primary tactic; rake them out in the open, blade them when up close.

Lorrie was the most zealous of girls, surpassing even Erin. After she killed one, she would often hack it more, and spit on it. She didn't like them much. Good.

All the girls did pretty well. And the boys turned out to be much tougher than I first thought. We were finally getting in shape.

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Reports from the outside world were disheartening. Entire cities like New York had fallen into complete shambles. The internet was pretty limited. Only Google and Gmail seemed to be working anymore. Those Silicon valley guys always had great security.

The HAM radio reports were awful. Mostly just lonely calls from people in trouble. We couldn't go help them, nobody was around us. After a while we quit turning it on.

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Next morning, after our P90 workout, Gayle and Lorrie went to make breakfast while I studied the web. Then, girls and guys all sat me down at the table.

"What's going on?" I asked, baffled. It was mid-October something, not a holiday or anything.

Gayle spoke up.

"Well Michael. Father's day is a long ways away. But you've been like a father to all of us, and we wanted to say thank you!"

And they brought out all kinds of good stuff. Including Hostess Donettes! And Hostess Cherry Pies!

"But... but.. how? They went out of business a year ago!"

Erin laughed. "Remember the Circle K store? I swiped some goodies for you then." She hugged me hard and I hugged her back. She cried a little, then everyone else gave me a little present. They were mostly from the hardware store in town, but it was awesome. I got a new neckerchief, folding knife, hunting socks, a canteen, some other odds and ends. Some Drakkar Noir from Gayle and Lorrie.

"Where'd you get this?" I chuckled. I didn't know they still made this. It was kind of an 80's thing.

"From the Baskins house. Mr. Baskins didn't need it anymore..."

I laughed at that one. Everyone was just smiling at me. I felt all uncomfortable.

"Ok thank you everyone. I will use all these in good health. Although I may not wear the Drakkar until we get back tonight!" They all laughed. Zed had a good nose, didn't want to give him any extra hints.

"As for you guys... Well I'm so proud of you. You could have fallen apart, but you didn't. This mess is... well it just sucks. But we're gonna make it better! Right?"

"RIGHT!" they all yelled in unison.

And we went to town, and we stuck together instead of spreading out, and we kicked a shitload of Zed's ass. And nobody really got into trouble. And the lawn-mower blades worked as hoped, and we hardly fired the guns at all. It was a good day.

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As we entered the house, I was told to shower first since it was "Daddy appreciation day." I said "Whatever" and went to get my shower on. Would be nice to get clean first, for once.

I was just getting some black blood off my arms when the door opened. I was pleased! We were so focused lately that there hadn't been any 'fornicating' for quite a while. As long as it wasn't one of the guys, I would be happy with whoever it was.

Gayle pulled back the curtain, hiding herself with it, but staring at me in all my naked glory.

"Scrub your back, mister?" she asked sweetly.

"Absolutely!" Holy shit, it's Gayle!

"Face the other way, then." Aww, she's shy with me!

"Ok," I said, turning towards the shower head. "To tell you the truth, I wasn't expecting you... where's everyone else?"

"They all seem to be really busy outside, sharpening, reloading, digging holes for the Zekes. Don't worry, it's still daylight, they'll be fine."

She stepped in the shower. I tried to turn around.

"Uh-uh-aahh! Face forward!" she commanded. I looked down, I could see her feet at least. They were pretty.

Something very warm and fleshy squished into my back as she reached around me for the soap and that scrubby, fluffy thing that you wash with. It could only be her tits. Jesus, they covered a lot of real estate, I thought. She pulled back and lathered my back, slowly but firmly pushing. My cock was lengthening a little with anticipation.

She washed my arms as they hung by my side.

"Arms up," she said. And washed my pits.

Then she reached around and washed my chest, first with the scrubby and then with her bare hands. She spent a lot of time on my nipples. Why do men have nipples? I don't know, but I was glad I did. That felt wonderful.

She lowered her soapy hands down to my stomach. I was fully hard at this point. I tried to wiggle a little, to get my dick to hit her in the hands.

"Easy big fella. Easy, Big Daddy." I held still.

I was disappointed as her hands traveled back around to my lower back. But then, I was pleased as she rubbed my ass cheeks.

"Oh that feels nice... yessss..."

She reached between my cheeks with the scrubby thing, washing my asshole and taint. I hung my head down, letting the hot water cascade down my back.

"Wow Daddy," she said. "You're all hard even back here!"

And with that, she dropped the scrubby and massaged my butthole. She leaned into me again with her tits and body. She reached around with her other hand and gently traced her fingers along my impossibly hard shaft. But that finger on my ass... it went inside...

"You like this, Daddy?"

"Ummm... I guess...! But what, have you got three fingers in there?" It felt kinda good, but also pretty fucking weird.

"No lover. Just one. Up to the first knuckle. So about one inch or less..." Well it felt like Johnny The Wad himself was back there. Jesus. I'll be a little more careful with girls in the future when fucking their asses.

Gayle gave my cock a good squeeze then suddenly let go. She slid down on her knees, and began to kiss my ass cheeks. She pulled them apart, then stuck her tongue in the naughtiest of places. I couldn't believe it.

"Holy Fuck" was all I was able to mutter.

Her tongue slid up my ass, she wriggled it around and rimmed me some more. Can my dick get any harder? It was already 110% but now it felt even harder. I was having difficulty breathing. She continued tonguing me for another couple minutes. If she had touched my cock I would've cum right then.

"Now wash my back?" she asked.

She turned and leaned against the tiles, like she was getting arrested. Her massive tits hung down, and her beautiful ass stuck out towards me. I admired her light olive skin.

"Everything ok?" she asked.

"Holy fuck. I mean. Yes! Of course! Just admiring the view!"

I firmly grasped her ass cheeks and planted my cock right in between them. My cockhead stuck out the top of her ass cleavage. He seemed very happy.

I forgot all about style and gentility and the soap, I just grabbed her and held her from the back, running my hands all up and down her hanging tits, stomach, down to her pulsing wet cunt.

My left hand massaged a tit as my right hand's fingers slipped up inside her. Jesus she was so wet inside. Her stiff nipple tried to stand up to my tweaking, but I pinched and rolled it all around, causing Gayle to moan softly.

"Am I..." she began, tentatively. "Is my body okay?"

"Oh Jesus yes Gayle, why would you even ask that?"

"Well, you've got all these teenagers to fuck, and they're so much... tighter than me..."

I spread her ass cheeks and buried my face between them. I licked and nuzzled her ass and pussy, mmmm she was sopping wet. I alternated my shoving my tongue up her ass and up her cunt, she seemed to like that. I kind of settled in with my thumb in her butt and concentrated my lips and tongue on her pussy. Her tangy flavors covered my face as I tried to burrow into her cunt. Again, I was glad I had stocked up so many razors, not a hair in sight.

"Jesus... Michael!" Gayle moaned.

I squeezed the shit out of both her ass cheeks as I continued eating her out. Tight little skinny girls are great. No doubt. But a woman with curves, that's the one for me!

After a few minutes of this, Gayle was having trouble standing.

"Oh shit Michael... oh shit... it's here Michael!"

I moaned into her cunt, sending vibrations up her pussy. I felt her contractions begin.

"FUCK! I'm cumming cumming oh fuck I'm cumming oh fuck oh fuck!"

I swallowed down her creamy juices that flowed down her cunt and into my mouth.

Then I slumped down, and sat in the shower-bath tub. Gayle turned around and sat on top of me, impaling herself on my raging cock. With the waters till beating down on us, she kissed me hard, and she licked up her own juices off my face. She rose up slightly and settled back down, my cock sinking further up her twat.

I fondled her lusciously large tits, and then clamped my mouth down on one as I fucked her. I sucked her tit hard, drawing as much as I could into my mouth.

"I love that Michael! Suck them harder! Pinch them!"

So I squeezed the hell out of the one I wasn't sucking, pinching and kneading her tit and nipple roughly.

"God Michael that goes straight to my cunt! More Michael!"

I hefted one breast in my left hand, and lightly patted it with my right.

"Come on, don't be a baby!"

So I slapped her big tit. She yelped with pleasure. So I slapped it again. And again. Each time, Gayle yelped like a little girl.

I got more aggressive, slapping both her tits with both my hands. These slaps weren't hard enough to knock anyone down or anything, but her skin was turning a healthy shade of red. Gayle alternated between yelping and laughing as I continued to molest her swaying boobs.