Ignored by Omega

When she fell on her back and spread her legs, I fell between them letting her frame them around my body. She saw a slight hesitation on my part as I wondered if it was a good idea to take her unprotected.

"Just fuck me," she said. "I'm on the pill."

Any kind of self-control the big head had was now all gone. The smaller head took over as it advanced on Ingrid's wet gash. She tried to reach below to guide me, but I would have none of it. Animal urges from cave days surfaced in my psyche as I pinned her arms over her head. She bucked under me in what was a feeble attempt to resist. But in seconds I realized was nothing but her own primeval instincts kicking in feigning resistance.

Those cave people in ancient times must have had some of the best sex ever because we sure did fuck like animals. Once she was pinned and made of show of resistance, she sighed and spread her legs as wide as any woman ever had with me. My cock found her opening and slithered in her warm inviting wetness. Jacked up on her own erotic endorphins, Ingrid bared her teeth when I bottomed out inside her and strained up against me. I will never forget those eyes as they stared back at me as she hissed and groaned with each of my thrusts.

She was wet as a woman can be. Aroused as she was, her cunt secreted white froth around my cock. I could feel it in my thick base as it pooled on my balls and wet my groin each time I slammed it on her vulva. And harder yet we fucked as if our lives depended on it.

Men and women were built to fuck this way after facing danger or even during it sometimes. It's the body's need to propagate the species one last time if life were to end. Men want to fuck and cum inside a woman while women want a man to fuck them and leave their seed in their womb.

Yes. Fuck the world. Fuck the danger. Make a baby. Cum in her. Fuck me. Pound her. Cum in me. Harder. Faster. Deeper. All those thoughts go through the minds of the man and woman when they have faced danger together and survived it. It's an anthropological wet-dream of emotions and pure animal response.

Fuck intellectualism, feminism, whatever-the-fuck-ism. And just FUCK. Fuck. FUCK!

I honestly don't know how long it took her, but I felt her convulse under me, strain and grimace as she moaned. But I fucked her during it and prolonging her cumming. Not a clitoral orgasm, but one more subtle and more mental than physical she would explain to me after we had fucked many more times to similar orgasms.

In less than two minutes, Ingrid was cumming again and scratching the hell out of my back. Not that I noticed as I was on my own caveman ride of the female in my grasp. No, I hadn't clubbed her to submission. Did they actually do that? I mean if she is just laying there, there is no feigned resistance and the eroticism that brings. Who cares? That's intellectual bullshit I and Ingrid were not thinking as we fucked.

I have to say, her reaction to me was like an aphrodisiac. It was a combination of resistance and welcoming that I had never experienced in my life. As I pounded in her over and over, my own sensory perception narrowed to just her cunt, my dick, and her facial expressions.

And then my fireworks came as hers had before. My body tensed as I felt my cum

rise through my engorged shaft pounding deeper and deeper in fair Ingrid. I exploded in her and pushed as deep as I could get to deposit my precious seed into cavewoman.

I groaned loudly giving the infected a run for their money. Catching a reflection of my face in the mirror, I saw what no man should ever see. Their face during orgasm. Oh Lord do we seem silly. How women look up, see that goofy look and still want us to be the father of their children is beyond me.

Exhausted and drained, I fell on Ingrid who held me there until I softened. Then she guided me to my side as our legs stayed intertwined. Pressing her warm and wet cunt on my thigh, she pulled a sheet over us and we drifted to sleep.

It was probably the best fuck I ever had. And from what she said, for her as well. We managed to repeat such sexual encounters and learned to call them "danger fucking." Unfortunately, they involved us getting into said danger and then be lucky to survive it.

***

I woke sometime in the night to find Ingrid not there. But after seeing her sitting naked and watching the monitors, I stood to go to the bathroom then returned to her.

She had heard me wash and just turned the swivel seat to face my cock. In seconds she had it in her mouth and sucking it for all it was worth. Don't ask me if it was the best head I ever had. I was always of the opinion that whatever head I got, was the best that day. Who cared how good last months, or week's head had been. Right?

I wanted to fuck some more, but Ingrid had other ideas. This time I exploded in her mouth. She tried swallowing it, but she gagged before she resumed swallowing. In the meantime, some of my cum dripped off her lips to her tits. A sight erotic dreams and jerk off thoughts are made off.

One good turn deserves another. So, I guided her to the bed and had her sit on the edge. Spreading her legs for me, I knelt between them as she rested her heels on my shoulders. She looked spectacular. Just the way she was spreading her slit to show me all she had, I felt like she was the universe. All a man would want wrapped up in one warm, soft, and fuckable package.

I did return the favor by licking her to one very powerful orgasm. My tongue latched on to her clit while I finger fucked her with two fingers. Her hips strained upwards toward my mouth as I held her in place and tortured her with pleasure.

"Yes... oh... like that... oh..." she cooed in her own world as her fingers ran through my hair to guide me closer.

When she collapsed from her orgasm, she lay there spent with legs wide open. I know I should have been guarding and watching the security feed. But a man can only take so much. Hard again, I moved up and grasped her slim waist. Looking up she gave me a brief nod and raised her head to look at my hardness menace her vulnerable wet cunt.

She barely had any hair around her mount. I could tell she normally shaved it all. Now there was a slight growth back. I liked her shaved. I liked her giving me everything. Yes, I knew we hardly knew each other, and it was the situation that had drawn us to each other. But at that moment, we were all we had in the world. We would be each other's comfort and safe zone for as long as we needed each other.

This time, it was not a fast fuck to claim ourselves. This one was slower. More intimate. We held each other and kissed. As she let me pump her slowly, something changed in us. Everything that had happened flooded my mind and I started crying. She had already been sobbing as she held me and kissed my cheek.

"Make me forget... make me forget... please... take me away from all this... please" she begged between sobs.

It was the most intimate and sad part of our first night. I wasn't fucking her to just use her and cum. I was loving her to console her and as she asked to make her forget. To take her and me to another place. Some other normal world. One we would never see again.

***

She crashed after that and I was up for sunrise. I had not known this woman for more than two days and we had become lovers and a pair. We didn't say it. But we both knew it. She had become my woman and I, her man. No marriage or courthouse license required. Mating the old-fashioned way, nature style.

While she was asleep, I explored the house.

It was a home before it had been converted into a family survival camp. There was a big commercial refrigerator in the basement stocked with frozen meats and vegetables. As Ingrid said, there was plenty of water to drink and a system set up to collect if from the gutters during rainstorms and store it for use in the toilets or to boil for showers.

There was a locked wall safe that I assumed was the armory. We had brought the few guns and ammo we had in the house, but I was certain there were more here and this safe was the place. Not having the combination, I decided to wait until Ingrid was awake.

Once upstairs, I took some fresh coffee and sat on the study desk to watch the security feed. Everything was a silent as it had been before. I discovered a feed from a camera mounted by the entry gate by the road. Expecting to see infected walking about, I was surprised to see none.

Searching through the options on feeds, I found other camera views from around the perimeter. Most of it was woods and open fields. But one showed a house in the distance. I zoomed in but could not see any people moving about. Just a white truck parked outside.

Reaching for my coffee cup in the dim light of the screens, I cursed as I spilled some. The world was coming to an end and I was worried about spilling coffee. It was then that I noticed the manila envelope in the center of the desk.

My first instinct was to wait for Ingrid to open it, but my curiosity got the best of me.

Dear family,

I hope you all managed to get here and found relative safety in this crazy time gripping our world. Everything here is for your use as Margie and I intended it to be in case of trouble. It's our gift to you. We hope you all find shelter here with each other and survive this plague.

When you do, and we hope you all do, it is our wish that you keep this place for the family in case it is needed again.

Margie was infected this morning. She got bitten on her hand by a child of a woman who asked us for water. The child had just turned and bit both Margie and the mother.

Margie and I discussed it and have decided that we have lived our lives and if we stayed, we would only be a burden on everyone on resources and energy to keep us alive. So, we will go in peace to our maker hoping he understands that I had to take Margie's and then my life. At least she will go to heaven. Having killed her and myself, I will most likely be gracing the depths of the fire of hell for my choice. But I am doing it for your benefit and my Margie's request that she die by my hand.

We will go near the outside fence by the pond. Sit for a while in peace and as dusk approaches, we will end it and pass on. Please forgive me for this. All I ask is that you bury us by that pond and occasionally remember us with some flowers.

I have two radios and antennas for you to talk to the outside world. But I would suggest you not trust outsiders. People will get ugly when they think you have more than they do and shelter.

There are guns in the gun safe and plenty of ammunition. There is also an ammo press and plenty of reloading powder. Still, don't go looking for trouble. I figure it will find you soon enough.

The diesel fuel tank is full. I would use it sparingly. There is a truck in the garage that burns wood like people did in WWII Europe. Use it only when you have to. It's the only one we have. The other vehicles and yours will eventually run out of gas.

I had included all the passcodes of the safes and security systems in a separate sheet.

May God protect you all and save you from this abomination. Stay loyal to each other and don't fight over what is in here.

All our love forever. God be with you.

Margie and Weston

The manila envelope was full of all kinds of information. One of the codes opened the safe behind the chair of the study. In it were ten thousand dollars in cash, jewelry, the deed to the property, and more manuals on how to survive long term.

I used to laugh at people like Weston. Survivalists were the buts of all jokes in comedy. But at that moment, I wanted to get on my knees and thank God for Weston and Margie's foresight to plan for their family's survival.

It was then that I finally understood why Sharon chose to come here with asshole instead of staying with me in El Paso. Asshole boyfriend had told her about this place and how it was isolated and stocked to the gills for survival. She may have decided She didn't want or need me, but she had made a decision that would benefit the kids. Had they made it to the compound safe, that is.

But there was no way for me to find out what had happened to my family those last hours of their life. Somehow, one of them had gotten infected and turned on the others. My wife was the last to turn. Asshole and the kids were all infected by the time I and Ingrid drove up. One more question that became a recurring nightmare of guilt for years to come.

***

Just before sunrise, I took coffee up to Ingrid and woke her up.

"Sorry to do this to you," I said sitting on the edge of the bed and rubbing her back with my hand. "it's close to sunrise. I thought you may want to see it."

"Good morning is usually the morning greeting," she replied as she yawned and pushed the sheet off. Those breasts and rosy nipples distracted me. "You're staring."

She was smiling at me, but not bothering to cover herself. I almost said sorry but didn't, deciding I was not in the slightest bit.

"It's a great view," I replied.

"Well, just one child and I never breastfed him."

"You have a son?" I asked in surprise.

"Yes, he is in the Navy. Where I hope he is safe," she replied. "I was seventeen when I got pregnant. I'm thirty-six now. How old are you?"

"Forty-one," I replied. "Come on. I made breakfast."

***

We skipped showers and ate our first warm meal in our new home. Home. It felt so strange. From the smells to everything on the shelves. But we would be here for some time.

I had no choice but to bring up, her grandfather's letter. Ingrid read it and cried.

"Before we take a shower," she said, "we need to bury my grandparents. Poor nana. She was the nicest person I ever met. Nothing but love. She was my mom's mother."

"Where are your parents?" I asked.

"Mom lives in Texas with her new husband. Dad died in a car accident when I was a baby. My grandparents raised me."

Imagine having to bury the only family that raised you by hand. But that is exactly what Ingrid did with me. Despite my offer to do so alone, she came out to the gate where we found nana and the other infected still on the same spot where we ended them. After we buried them by the pond, we went to the shop shed and made two crosses from wood with their names. Ingrid found some wildflowers and placed them on the graves.

There was a smell that began to permeate the area. We would eventually differentiate it from the smell of human dead. Infected dead had a different scent. Almost like a burnt-out cigarette. After dying they also disintegrated in days. We would find piles of bloody clothes everywhere as infected were put down. But that first day at the compound, we buried the infected by the gate then walked the fence to make sure it was intact.

When we returned to the house Ingrid phoned her mother in Texas. For some reason, other than a few outbreaks, things there were not as bad. Not yet anyway, I thought.

Then she left her son texts letting him know where she was. His ship was at sea, so she could not talk to the young man. It saddened her and in a way I understood. But I was also envious. Her son was alive. All three of my children were gone forever.

The rest of the day was quiet. Both of us were deep in our thoughts. Both of us had lost family to this ghastly plague. Seen ugly visions that made horror movies seem mild in comparison. But still, we were lucky. We had shelter and food. And so long as electricity and the phone network were available, we had amenities and phone communication. And for as long as it lasted... the internet.

It's hard to believe now that I did this back then, but I called my job in El Paso and told them I was trapped in Indiana. My boss listened to my story and wished me well. He said that he understood why I left. He told me that if I could make it back, he would find a place for me. Codeword for "I plan to replace you." As if his business would survive the Omega Apocalypse. So many people back then were in denial.

But I was alive and not infected. Life, no matter at what cost, is sweet. And while some of us can't handle the losses and adversity, most of us manage to overcome and survive; somehow. So, like those others who endured and adopted so did I. And so, did Ingrid.

***

And that is how our adventure of survival began. Being immune didn't prevent the infected from mistaking us for pray. If they were agitated, we were as likely to be attacked and bit as others. They would bite, but not feed off us. Just as the dead shell of my son had. But if we kept still, they walked past us.

Eventually, we ran into other immune people. And some of them turned out to be bigger monsters than the infected. Not exactly humanity's best moment. But then some would say humanity had plenty other times to be ashamed of. All I know was what I saw and what I survived.

We called it the plague. But the surviving scientists had to name it. And for once they called it the right thing. Omega. For the last letter in the Greek alphabet. Signifying the end. And let me tell you. The human race came as close to its end with this plague as dinosaurs did with that asteroid.

Once the surviving government realized some of us were immune, they sought us out as if we were the most precious humans on earth. And in a way we were. In us ran the antibodies to fight the plague by developing a vaccine. In Ingrid and my case, we not only had the immunity, but we passed it to our children. Her son in the navy was not so fortunate and had to wait for a vaccine.

We used the ham radio to contact people far from us. It felt good to know others were around and safe because our area was overrun by infected. Once the government found out, they inserted a special forces team to get us out. We didn't want to leave our sanctuary, but we didn't have much choice. I know the unit commander had orders to bring us back by force if he had to. But when he and the doctor that came along explained to us how rare we were and how they needed us, we had no choice morally but to help humanity.

Ingrid and I found solace in each other's company. We were unlikely companions that fate had placed together. We were the only ones we could trust, so we got close. But try as we both could, our past experiences came back to haunt us. I was the one to feel it first. The sense of survival guilt never left me. It would go away during times of action, and survival. But during the "safe times", the feeling of guilt would overtake me. Typical PTSD.

No need to bore you with big picture stories about where the infection came from or how it was eventually dealt with. That's a story for another time. For us during the outbreak and the survival times, all we knew was what we saw and what we heard from an occasional radio or TV report if we were near civilization. We tried to live our lives as best we could.

Ingrid was recruited by the military to help fight the infected on the East coast. I was not given the offer. One day she was there and the next she wasn't. She was added to the list of people to mourn in the column of losses of my life. What I did not lose was our twins. She left, but I got to keep Amber and Liam. They were my only reason to live and go on.

The rumors ran rampant and not worth repeating. The most important thing we learned was to move away from built-up areas. Big cities were hell on earth. A lot of us died. In the billions. But many of us survived. Not just those immune. And some immune died from many causes as well. So, the species survived to rebuild society and have the time to deal with the psychological issues of the survivors. Sigmund Freud would be so happy.

***

So now, the doc thinks I'm cured. Fat chance. I'm not cured from the guilt, or the loss, or the memories. But like I said, life is sweet. And I have to move on and live. If not for me, but for all those who didn't get to live out their life. Who am I kidding? In the end, some of it has to be for me as well.