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I woke up feeling generally better than I remember going to sleep. That isn't all that hard given I had a decent blow job to put me out.

There was still light slipping from the corners of the curtains and the clock was pointed at two pm. The monitor was blinking with a window logo and the apartment was oddly quiet.

Stretching, I first check my gear to see it's all there. I grabbed my glock and slid out of bed. I threw open the door to find two girls and the kid. The other two were missing.

As I walked through the quiet living room with the TV turned low, I noticed them not in the kitchen nor in the gym room. Which was fine. They could make their own decisions. I have always been a fan of adults being adults away from me.

I dropped down onto a bench and slid my glock behind the weight rack. I tossed around some weights to pass the time. Like being in jail when lifting weights, walking the yard, and running your mouth are the only positive things.

"Hey boss! Are you interested in knowing where the girls went?" The kid asked as I pushed 120 up and down.

"No." I grunted out.

"Well, they went with Cassandra to the gas station. That was around.. nine or ten in the morning." The kid explained anyway.

When I didn't reply back he continued.

"They still haven't made it back even though the walkers started hitting the streets. I saw on reddit that the government attempted to take back some streets in an effort to reassure the public. But they quickly ended up being useless." The kid rambled on.

I think he just needed someone to talk to. So I set the weight down and reached for a pack of water, which I always keep in stock. I work a bottle out of the plastic wrapping and drain half of it.

"Kid, I have a question that's been bothering me." I interrupted his rant.

His eyes sparkled as he lifted up his head, pushing up on those glasses.

"What is it?" He asked inquisitively.

"Are you.. you know, into men?"

He looked at me and literally blushed. So I guess his dad's complaints were legit. Though being such a big man and then not having a son you could flex with at the gym was a real downer.

"It's not that I like men. It's just that I like girls less than you do, you know?" He said it like I would know.

"So you can like girls but you are thinking like a girl that you will find true love?" I tossed out.

I grabbed some light dumbbells, twenty-five pounds. Knocked out negative curls.

"Exactly," he nodded his head. "Is it really hard for me to want to emotionally connect with someone? Not just be in it for the physical?"

I nodded, "it's not a big expectation but a lot of good relationships began with how good you can make someone feel versus how much you have in common. A lot of marriages failed due to it being the latter versus the former. Even arranged marriages last longer than emotional connections due to the fact that humans, very much so, change over time."

"I can see where you are coming from but it still doesn't change my feelings on the subject." He said in reply.

I shrugged, "it's your life kid but I have another question. What if the world doesn't go back to the way it was? What if women's view on an acceptable marriage goes back to the archaic days? When they picked the best male."

He looked stump and I laughed. I could tell he was comparing us but the sad truth is. I was just like him when I was young. Raised by my dad and didn't conform to his desires. Him being a military man and me wanting to play games, have nerdy debates.

Fortunately, being an intelligent being. I adapted enough to turn a typical nerd plot into a different story.

"I have the ability to be a leader.." he started.

"Yeah, but dumb brutes don't want to be lead by a scrawny kid that can't even lift up his own body weight." I refuted.

He rolled his eyes and moved aside as the black hair girl walked up.

"The others are back. Do you want me to let them in?" Emo girl asked.

I sat down the dumbbells and grabbed my glock as I walked to the door. I unlocked it and opened it enough that my body blocked the entrances.

Gloria was hanging onto Lisa who looked like she was in a bad scrap. Both had cuts on their faces and rips in their clothes. Nothing at this angle looked as if it was caused by scratching from hands or teeth marks. Yet, they really looked like shit.

"Are you going to move out of the way or what?" Lisa's attitude is finally coming out.

I leaned against the door and smiled. "What if I don't move?"

Lisa looked as if she was about to say something but she choked on it. "Look, we just had a hell of a run. Watched people get ripped to shreds by dogs and barely made it back."

That brought me up sharp. I glanced down the hallway before returning my attention to the girls who had enough blood and sweat for a dog to pick up.

"Naw, I don't think I can let you back in. See, I have two obedient girls inside and a kid who is quite handy. The kid alone is worth both of you and while he is equally as useless in a fight. He's quite a decent lookout." I gestured at the yoga girl who was watching from three doors down. "Join her crew. You will like it better."

I closed the door and rushed back to my room. I changed into a clean set of clothes and set up my gear. This time, I remembered to search for that damn flashlight. I walked back into the living room and posted up by the window, the curtain resting on my palm. My eyes frequently scan the streets for more than a bit of activity.

"Do you think they will bring the walkers here?" The brunette asked.

"Duh. Dogs can track scent and they are covered in cuts and bruises. They probably left more than enough shit to track them." Emo girl replied.

"Just because they have dogs doesn't mean the dogs have a sense of smell. After all, the walkers don't go out at night nor is there good sight. So the dogs must have a problem." Brunette rebuked.

"That's just wishful thinking. You should assume that the dogs are just as good as they were normally. Maybe better in certain aspects." The kid said.

I like how they were using their brains a little but it was pointless to speculate.

"Hey, I don't know your names. So let's start with the girl next door. What's your name and what did you like to do before?" I interrupt them.

The brunette broke out into a smile. "Riley. I liked to dance a lot. Actually I had a scholarship for it."

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I nodded and glanced at her toned legs. Plus I remember she had a very nice ass under my shirt and joggers. But I didn't want to give her the impression I was too interested and turned to the emo girl.

"What about you, miss rebellious?" I asked.

Emo girl had her arms wrapped around her legs up against her chest on my couch. Guess her mother didn't instill the saying, feet off the furniture.

"Chris. I was a music student. Mostly played the piano during high school but my parents said that it wouldn't get me rich. Switch to the cello and got a scholarship to the same school as her." Emo girl said in a heartfelt manner.

Wanting to be called Chris was a sure sign of rebellious behavior when she was probably named something like Christina. Plus she wasn't a bad looking girl if she let her hair grow out, removed the nose piercing, dropped the black lipstick, cut the attitude… Okay, I could pick out a lot of faults. That's what college is for, to help someone either redefine themselves or dig further down.

I turned to the kid, "what about you, kid?"

The kid tilted his head up, "Brandon. Still in high-school. Leader on the debate team.."

Chris snickered, "so you are the kid others picked on basically."

Brandon rolled his eyes as he pushed up his glasses. "Yeah, I did get picked on but it stopped after tenth grade."

Riley giggled, "did you punch the biggest guy?"

Brandon glanced at me and shook his head. "No, my dad showed up and they didn't want to piss him off."

I couldn't blame them. I was pretty big but even I wouldn't fuck with his dad without a gun.

Chris turned to me, "what about you, old man?"

She really was upset about her nickname, huh?

"Kaden but some people call me Kay. I used to be like Brandon here but I had the same male hormones that other guys did in college. So I worked out and game at the same time. Eventually got to the size you see now minus the foodie gut." I patted my stomach and glanced out the window. "I learned to cook by watching streamers. Used that to pick up girls like the dumbass who got her head bashed in. Other than that, I'm a gamer."

I noticed how Brandon was looking quite like he was thinking hard on life decisions.

Chris jerks a thumb at Riley. "So you basically like girls like Miss Athletics here?"

I nodded, "like any man. We like pretty things but you aren't bad either. Just a little skinny and bad in bed but your head is a good working point."

Chris blushed and lost her rhythm. Riley, on the other hand, shot up.

"You wouldn't even give me a chance but you slept with her and she is younger than I am!" Riley's voice raised a pitch.

"She didn't try me, day one with my girlfriend in the other room. She waited until she was sure that the other two girls weren't going to mark me. Right after they made a dumb mistake that nearly got one of the killed." I responded calmly.

Riley blushed and sat back down. "So I still have a chance now that she is gone?"

I raised my eyebrow in confusion. "Are you that desperate? I mean, I'm not going to say no but I'm just curious. I'm not the most handsome man on this floor. Brandon is by far and from the glances he tosses your way. He is interested or do you like mature older men. Which is a real turn on if you call me daddy, by the way." I joked.

Brandon shot me a look that reminded me much of the dirty looks girls give me. Riley's nose scrunched up after looking at him.

"Umm.. he's not exactly my type and there is no way anyone will call you daddy." Riley broke into a smile.

Chris raised her hand, "I'll call him daddy if he chokes me again. I never came that hard before."

I bet she was right. Her pussy game was pretty dogshit. Unless you like someone who could not grip you but fit you in like a worn glove.

I chose not to say anything to that as I caught movement. Those crazies were advancing faster than a lot of zombies in the best zombie films. They now sported weapons like bats, fence post, table legs, knives, and dogs on a leash. It was a group of four but I felt not a hint of relief.

Setting my shotgun down, I eased up the window and pulled out my glock. Bracing myself as I sighted and waited for them to get close enough to an open area without an ounce of car coverage or awning.

The crazies were like any old gang walking its territory. Though without the jokes or tattoos.

I took a breath and released, squeezing the trigger in that gap between inhaling after exhaling. Two shots quickly landed on the dog's head and a little behind its ear. I shifted my aim and fired another two shots as the group looked around but not up.

Unlike the dog who tried to flee the leash with two rounds in its head. The crazy went down. The dog broke loose and dashed across the street behind a series of overturned cars and inside an apartment.

It was fine as I angled in on another and put two rounds. My head snapped up as I heard a round go off on a higher caliber gun. The crazy it hit actually sat on its ass.

I turned to the last guy who sat behind a car but he was facing the sniper and hiding from me. So I put two shots into the one the sniper shot down. The sniper must have been a young guy new to the gun with his reloading speed but he was a clever fucker. He took out the hider with one shot, splashing a large amount of brain across the street.

A slow scanned let me know that we didn't miss anyone. I shut the window and eased the curtain back. I dropped the clip and counted the rounds left before switching clips.

"Chris, go into my room and look into my closet. Right on the mini vault is a box of rounds. Bring it here." I gave her a serious look.

Chris didn't need much encouragement. She hopped up and sprinted into the room.

I half-expected the crazies nearby to respond shortly but even after Chris came back. They were nowhere to be found.

"Watch carefully. I'm showing you an important skill. When you load rounds, don't touch the shell but the head. Why? Because most murderers who get caught, get caught because of the brass that is left after firing a round." I pointed at the brass on the floor. "If you touch the head as you load these, the cops won't have a full fingerprint to use against you. Definitely with hollow points which these aren't. They are fmj which stands for full metal jacket."

Chris looked very eager to take in this information. I bet she will end up using it if the world goes back to normal.

I showed her how to load two rounds and gave my almost empty clip to her.

"What about us?" Riley asked.

"How about you start dinner or show us some dance moves?" I teased.

She rolled her eyes but dragged the kid after her.

After about twenty more minutes, I realized that they might be mobilizing up. Which meant they either might wait until there were more of them. Or they could be hoisted up at food points, hungry dumbasses would make that journey. Rather than risk searching a house or apartment and one of the crazies play dead or worse, hide.

I left my perch and headed for my room for a nap. Night would descend soon and it was a good time to move the bodies. That kind of infestation would be more harmful to us than being attacked.

I shifted off my gear and crawled into bed. Not long after Chris crept in with my clips and extra ammo. Useful girl.

The sound of the sink water running and her gurgling made it hard for me to sleep. I could only grab the TV remote and see if the government achieved anything. Of course, even the news station was out.

Things were definitely taking a turn for the worse.

I walked over to my desk and pulled up reddit. Some of the major topics were discussions about what the government should do. There were clips on what the crazies were doing in different areas. Even a few scientists made some guesses about what is happening.

However, one video made my stomach churn. A fellow flew his plane over a city and you could see the crazies in hordes. They weren't aimlessly wandering. They were dragging living people into the grocery store. Others had weapons like bats and machetes. A few of them in police uniforms had batons but they didn't touch the guns.

They were digging in, setting up barricades and the like. The camera man even zoomed in on female crazy bent over by brute crazy.

I checked the comment section to see others thought they were trying to procreate as well. That they were setting up a mini civilization.

My body sagged backwards into my chair as this all set in. These weren't like how movie zombies were. We could no longer use them as reference to the behavior of this hostile new species.

This meant that our intentions had to change. We could no longer afford to wait on the government to pull together and save us. Lucky me, I knew where my gun ranges and stores were. It would take maybe an hour to walk there and back.

Shit, still day time though. I'll make a trip there first to scout out the way. Then bring someone along to just be the bag man.

I turned my head to look at Chris who was walking towards me while biting her lip. I wondered if she knew that if she got pregnant, there would be no amazing doctors and nurses to ease the pain and assure the process went smoothly.

"You look like you saw some bad news." She spoke with concern but her hands laid on my knees.

I sat up straight and grabbed her little chin, pulling her into a kiss that tastes like mint toothpaste. I wrapped my arms around her waist and lifted her up as I stood up. Her legs instantly wrapped around me as I carried her to the bed. I laid her down and she released me as she looked up into my face with flushed cheeks and parted lips.

Her eyes felt like she was yearning for this more than I needed a moment of comfort.

I kicked off my boxers while pulling off her panties. Pushing her legs open as I sank to my knees, I finger fucked her as I nibbled and played with her clitoris. Enjoying the way her body squirms in reaction to my actions. It was easy to tell when she was close or cumming. Her knees acted like they couldn't wait to greet each other.

I slide up her stomach with small kisses, my hands at her side as I gather her shirt on the bend on my hand. Like a good girl, she raised her arms and I pulled the shirt over her head and planted a few quick kisses on her lips.

It took a slight bit of effort to push her body up some. She kept scooting downward as she giggled. It was clear she wanted me to dominate her but I wasn't in the mood for it. Though I did jerk her upward and pin her down with my lips as I ran my tip through her crevice. Getting my tip nice and wet with her fluids.

I worked my arms behind her head after I pushed in. As we made out, I slowly moved my hips.

Chris tilted her head and whispered into my ear. "Go faster!"

I just smiled and kept my pace slow and measured. Teasing her neck with my warm breath. Enjoying the feeling of her breath on mine. I started making long strokes that had her grip on the back of my neck, tightening. Her nails briefly dig in with every stroke that knocks on her door.

My mind was in the moment but then I remembered that I had this finger vibratory and how a lot of others responded to it. So I quickly leaned back and I saw how glossy her eyes were and how unwilling to let go of me.

I leaned back on my knees and opened the bedside table drawer. I pulled out the little egg-like vibrator and slipped it on my finger. It took me a few seconds longer to find the small ass remote for it as I had quite a few toys.

My weight dropped back on top of her and I resumed my pace. This time, I moved my hand down to her clit. I set the mode to one and pressed the little egg into her mound, gently moving it in small circles.

"Shit!" Chris cried out as she tried to buck her hips away.

I laughed into her ear as I showed her what sex with a man who learned a little something was like. From the response, I was damn sure she liked it.

Mode two brought her over to the dark side and I felt her clinching up like a man on third base watching his buddy go through the process of swinging his bat.

I gripped her chin and pulled her lips to mine. I wanted to taste how great the pleasure was from her lips.

The quiver in her legs subsided and I slowly broke from our make-out session. I leaned back and replaced the egg into the drawer. I dragged her skinny ass to the edge of the bed and lifted her legs to either side of my neck. This time I was going to enjoy myself.

As my hips smacked into her ass and thighs, I couldn't help but notice the rose tattoo on her right side of her stomach. Behind the rose was a moon with some words in a different language. It was a nice distraction because I was closed myself but I wanted to bring her to a third before I hit my first.

Wasn't a pride thing but I was just slightly curious if I was the best or you know, up there.

My door opened and the kid looked at me with widened eyes. He blushed while his eyes were entirely on mine and not the girl below who just came.

"Food ready." He said rather quickly and darted out the room.

I scratched my head and picked up the pace a little. It really didn't take me all that long to climax but I did drop down to assault her lips as I pumped my seed into her.

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