I shot up.

Straight up.

Like have you ever been on a guard duty, chugging jars of coffee trying to stay awake, then you nod off but get this kick feeling. Shooting wide awake, alert, and ready to face the world.

I was feeling like that. I rolled over and looked at the alarm clock. 6:49 p.m.

I climbed out of bed and went to take a shower. I realized I felt a weird amp up feeling but maybe it was just getting better?

I got out of the tub and began drying off. When I stepped into the mirror, I realized my kind of extra fat completely disappeared. I wasn’t badly unfit before just had donut weight added on to the muscular frame I had built up. This was like my eighteen year old body when I was trying to really impress the opposite sex.

I flexed and winked before pulling the towel off my head.

Okay.

Someone played jokes.

I ran my hand through blue hair, like the kind of blue that could only be done by dying it. It wasn’t like paint blue or screen blue, more like dark lightning strike blue.

I figured that little hussy did it as jokes. I’ll definitely get back at her for this.

I walked out the bathroom to see two girls sitting on the dresser with my pistol and shotgun. I wondered if they were morons. Would a zombie take a shower or hurry to nom nom on their brains. Definitely the thicker one, her brain might still be undeveloped which was probably the best kind.

“Why are you in my room? Secondly put my guns down before you poke out your eye.”

It was at that moment when I spoke that I noticed their shoulders slumped. It seemed they were happy for me not to want to taste their flesh in a less sensual way, but something kept bugging at my ear like a constant ringing noise. I felt this odd feeling which increased the closer I walked to my dresser with my boxers.

I noticed both girl’s eyes weren’t at proper levels but I was sort of distracted by the fact. The phone on my dresser seemed to be talking to me. I swiped the screen to see a voicemail playing. I clicked, paused and it went away.

I clicked play and the ringing came back. I paused it before rewinding it and clicking play.

Focusing on the ringing and noticing that it was slowly sounding like static. I rewind it and stared at it some more until it actually began to make sense.

“Hey, do you think he became one of the dumb kind of zombies that look good but eat phones.” The unknown girl jokes.

“Probably, the only good male within safe distances and he's now gone! Oh, the horrors!” The average girl retorted back.

“Hey, you want to go down and finish the dungeon? Now that we have a full party of six, it will be super easy. Plus we might be able to raise our Pvp ratings since everybody good might be zombies.”

Talking about playing games at a time like this? Are they borned stupid or is this a coping mechanism.

I turned to look at them after pausing the voicemail, they were definitely stupid but sexy stupid. The voicemail didn’t have anything but static noise. Maybe someone called and then got attacked? If not they would call back soon or possibly never. Wouldn’t hurt me, none.

However, I was curious why I was hearing this kind of static noise when playing it. But the most important thing was that I was feeling this weird throbbing in my lower area. I wasn’t the normal horny type or so I thought but just glancing at these imbeciles made me.

“You two are really the best humanity has to offer.”

The thick one spoke up first with those thin lips. “You should be glad to be stuck with us. You could end up alone with a bunch of Shawns.”

I licked my lip and turned back to the average but preferred model of excellency.

“Oh, I am the one that should be honored, huh? How about you spread your legs and let me feel how honored I should be.”

I don’t think they thought I was serious. Or maybe because I was moving fast and with experience at pushing women down, but I easily had them on bed, clothes off before they could protest.

I enjoyed the effort of making them squirm and squeal.

However, most of my attention was on the fact that I could almost feel what turned them on and what didn’t. And I swear, I’m not going crazy. Maybe a little crazy, but I could almost hear their inner thoughts. Definitely the slutty one, she would always complain internally when I spent too much time on Jada, the smaller average nerdy girl. While Jada seemed used to the needy, Lillian, well Jada had a few choice words in her mind.

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Anyway, the issue was that I could hear their thoughts like I was picking up the messages from my and their phones.

After the fun activities were over because they were worn out. I did a quick wipe off, dressed lightly in shorts, no top because the fabric kept making my skin feel sensitive. Not the good kind of sensitive.

I rushed down stairs and noticed like four other people huddled around the computer. A beefy kind of guy turned to look at me before stepping closer to a little over endowed blonde.

I rolled my eyes at his display and dropped behind the counter. Turning on my pc to check and see if there was anything to explain the situation I was getting. All the weird text messages that were popping up from one of the girls going miles per hour.

Emily(Em):Hey, mom. I said I was fine. Check on mike, you know how immature he is. Probably out there swinging bats at zombies or some stupid shit.

Mom: I already know what he’s doing because he is with us. Tell that guy to escort you home. We have guns here. Come home soon so that we can all be safe.

Emily(Em): We have guns here plus three guys who can wield them. I already showed you a picture of Tammy bf, right? So there isn’t any problem with our group.

Mom: What about the other two guys? How do we know they can lift their weight when it comes to protecting our baby. Just tell them to escort you home and we’ll reward them. How does fifty thousand each sound? Fair right?

Emily looked at Shawn and then turned to me. She seemed to make the decision to come and ask me to pose. She was sure I wouldn’t disagree if she flirted a little. She apparently heard the loud noises upstairs when she went to use the restroom.

I felt a bit of pride for still being capable of arousing the opposite sex. I turned away from the many articles on people finding out zombies weren’t the typical dumb ones from movies.

“Hey, do you mind if I snapped a picture of you? My mom is freaking out about there being only one guy in our group and well, Shawn is.. Shawn.” She gave me a nervous smile but I could see where she pushed at her breast to make them stand out more.

I stood up and flexed. Her eyes were glued to the bugle in my pants and then slowly trail up. When she got to my cocky smile, she legit blushed.

“Oh, sorry. Umm..”

She quickly held up her phone, snapping a few too many pics before holding out her hand.

“Hey, I’m Emily. You must be Chase, right? I only think I heard your name one time when they tried to drag me here during a competition.”

Oh, so she paid enough attention to remember my name. I guess I had some charm.

I shook her hand and kept the smile going. “Yeah, Chase Cross, the owner of this little place and you should send that pic to your mother. She blew up your line.”

I sat back down and put on a headset. Women like the bad boy image and being ignored made them feel snub, which made them try harder or feel better when you chase if they felt turned off.

She glanced at me with a hesitant look before rapidly replying to her mother. Frustration soon entered her features but it was mostly because her mother thought she was selling herself. Which she wasn’t but the thought of sex was flickering in her mind.

All I was seeing was super zombies taking down civilians before the cops in heavy swat-gear started sweeping blocks. However, the zombies apparently weren’t just taking it lying down. Some were throwing cars to build barricades but it looked cleverly like they were randomly throwing into the crowded cops. Not to mention there were ambushing zombies jumping out of windows.

This looks entirely like some kind of badass movie rather than some real life containment situation. The military were operating on a better standard but that being they were using heavier weapons. Sadly, their progress was slower than police due to clearing and evacuating each building.

It was clear that they were planning to start bombarding cities with missiles strikes soon.

I pulled off the earphones and went to cook a meal. By the time I finished, Jada made it downstairs with a slight limp. She gave me a tired smile and made her way to me. Plopping down onto a stool, looking at me expectedly, like I would just fix her a plate or something.

I fixed my own and leaned against the counter. Cutting into a well-done steak had my stomach growling with urgency. I tried not to eat like a total dipshit in front of her but I might have eaten like a starved patient.

She sighed and got off the stool. “Hey, did you know you slept for three days? I checked on you a lot but you didn’t seem like you were turning into a zombie according to some of the videos.”

I paused upon hearing, three days. I felt like I was asleep for about six hours at max. As an ex-enforcer, I had always been a light sleeper, even when sick. You never know when someone would decide to take you out to revenge Joe, who you off a while back.

“I didn’t know. So how did they get in?” The front gate needed my fingerprint to make it even activate.

Jada pointed towards the back and it clicked.

I finished off my plate and went to watch some more zombie flicks. I was sure there was an explanation for what was happening to me in movies. They planned for all kinds of eventualities. There would probably be a few variations of mutant humans fighting against mutant zombies. I knew there would be an animation adaption about weird humans being capable of hearing others thoughts. My girlfriend was a huge fan of such crazy.

***

It was just reaching night time when one of the girls turned on the big plasma. I glanced up to see the news with big flashing letters flowing around the bottom, Important Notice.

I pulled off the headphones and walked over.

Jada bumped me and I glanced at her with a cocky dimpled smile. She smiled right back in response, leaning a little towards me.

News Anchor: This is important notice from the Government. They want all civilians to stay inside, board up all windows, and doors. Do not come out unless you hear tanks or police sirens. We will be evacuating the city by sectors that will show up shortly. If you are in the sector that will appear shortly, please pack a small amount of items into an easy to carry bag and await the call of the rescue teams. Do not be in a rush to leave before they come to your door.

It seemed that they were not publicizing their ability to rescue people. Sadly, I wasn’t comforted in the knowledge that I might be forced to go to what would amount to a concentration camp. Where food and water would be strictly monitored.

I don’t think I was going to be fine with the fact that the Government might use this as an opportunity to further restrict citizens, deploy drafts, and turn women into baby-makers. Though the latter was more extreme, I thought that I wouldn’t really mind on a good day, considering I am fit and good looking.

They weren’t going to reach my area in a while according to the map. My area while on the main road, was furthest away from the Police department which was a few miles in the center and I was more on the edge of poverty and wealth.