Day 2 9:51 PM

"We need you to strip." Big Ben stated with all seriousness.

I slapped my forehead with my right hand and muttered. "That's not how you ask about it you fucking muscle head!." Abigail just sat on the bed holding a knife in front of our faces. I wouldn't blame her. 2 men broke inside the room where she sleeps. Who wouldn't freak out right? But Mr. Unsociable here, just had to say it in a way that was so left that even I didn't know if it was right.

"Sorry, let me rephrase that. We concluded that this .. whatever this is, is transmitted through contaminating our blood streams and what obvious way to do that is through bites or wounds. So just in case we wanted to make sure we won't get eaten while we are asleep." I said calmly to Abigail. "No worries, We will strip and check each other for bites or wounds too," I added.

Bennie slapped the back of my head immediately after I said those words. "OW! What was that for!?" I rubbed the back of my head. "You said it just as bad you idiot. It sounded like we are trying to scam Abigail into a threesome in the way you fucking said it. You're no better than how I said it earlier." Bennie muttered incoherently.

Abigail sighed. "I'm dealing with kids," she added. "How old are you boys again?" Abigail asked.

"26" I answered. "27" Bennie muttered. My mind was in a panic. Oh god. Bennie's not gonna do what I think he's gonna do now, is he? I frantically reached for him, but it was too late.

"How old are you anyway?" Bennie asked innocently. Yep, he's dead. I need to teach him some social cues one of these days. He's good in stuff that includes muscles but other than that. It's either he does things normally or just plain stupid. I rubbed the sides of my head, prepared for Abigail's outburst but it never happened. Instead, she stood up with a heavy sigh.

"I'm not an idiot and it's just common sense to make sure that we are safe so I won't have an outburst for what you said." Abigail answered. ".. I'm Th. Twenty-nine."

"You mean thir.." Bennie was about to say something so volatile, more volatile than a uranium isotope colliding with plutonium when I slapped him on the back of his head this time. He slumps to the floor holding the back of his head clearly in agony. I don't wanna get caught in the crossfire in the off chance Abigail bursts out about her age. Especially with that knife, she's holding dangerously right now.

It's an apocalypse outside, and I don't want to have an apocalypse in here too. "I'm sorry about that. So yeah. That's how it is." I said calmly, clearly hiding my nervousness. A constant fact I learned about picking up girls in my life is you never, I mean never ever never never never ever ever! talk about their age. Nations rise and fall because of this fact you know. An unspoken rule between men.

Abigail smirked. "You boys fuck girls but you never had normal conversations with them do you?." Abigail said as a matter of fact. I was about to rebut her when she added. "Thanks, I needed that comedic troupe you two just did. With all the hell I saw today. It's kinda nice to feel some sense of normality." she said with a relaxing tone.

I stood there stunned and awestruck. Who is this cool and mature woman? An actual woman who doesn't escalate small stuff. She's an understanding angel. I wanna take her home. I wanna marry her. Abigail FTW!

Abigail straightened up and removed her upper suit and skirt.

"Deym." Bennie chimed in while still crouching. Yeah damn, she's hot. She clearly works out by the looks of it. She's in her thirtie.. ehem she's 29 but she really has those figures. She isn't well fit per se but it's clear to see that she takes good care of her figure. Not to mention those black lingerie and her sassy underwear with all the crisscross flower patterns that are nearly see-through. The only covered part I can see from where I stand is her crotch. Those half-see-through bras too. Oh goodness. I can feel something rising and it's not heat mind you.

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"Yeah. Eyes only boys. No touch." Abigail said proudly. She raised her hands and started to slowly turn. *Click* Nice one Bennie! Fast thinking bro! Oh, I love it when he does stuff I don't normally think of. The only thing missing now is the chorus from "The Boys" to make it perfect. I can't see Abigail's body well earlier because of the dark but even with the moonlight as the light source, any bites or deep wounds would be obvious. She was a bit dirty with all the walking but my man Bennie, thought ahead further and brought the flashlight on giving us a perfect excuse to quote and quote inspect her body in greater detail.

Oh god thank you for the eye candy even in this fucked up situation, and what can I say, she should open a goddamn bakery! Her figure isn't much to see with the suit on. But when the suit is off, oh boy. She is literally stuffed with buns all around. Not too big nor too small just the right fit for her body.

"You're good," I said stoically. Keeping myself calm just to keep a bit of dignity. Showing off to Abigail, no scratch that, Miss Abigail, that I'm playing it cool. Maybe I'll get a chance. We'll never know.

"Give me the flashlight. Your boys' turn," she ordered while wearing her clothes back on. Now that I think about it. She's quite a bit taller than us, just an eye level taller. She's around 190'ish. Bennie and I are about 185'ish give or take. I didn't even notice, well who would think about someone's height when there's an apocalypse around? Bennie tossed her the flashlight and began stripping. I followed suit. A bit later we were both in our boxers and started to turn slowly while being checked with flashlights on our bodies.

Abigail smirked while clearly looking down on us, "You fuck girls with that package size? No wonder you two look like you fuck teens in your spare time." she said sarcastically. Bennie clearly offended, started to put his clothes back on and quipped. "I don't want to hear that from somebody who isn't married yet. Where's the ring princess? or maybe you're too old for me to call you that."

oh yeah, go get her big boy. I tell you Bennie cooks people for dinner with his rebuttal sometimes. Hell, he even does it better than me. Abigail was about to say something back when I interjected.

"Okay, that's enough." I chimed in. "We are all trying to be friends here or start from there anyway." I de-escalated the situation before this went into a full-blown war with words.

" We are all tired, Let's take a good night's rest yeah? We have a grueling hard day tomorrow. Let's all have good dreams and make sure we have the energy to spare and not get killed tomorrow because of us wasting time right now agreed?" I explained.

They both calmed down and nodded. "Good," I exclaimed. "Before we go to sleep. In case of emergency, Abigail look for Bennie first and follow him no questions asked he's a bit unsociable but he'll keep us alive." I explained.

"I guess following you both hasn't killed me so far so yeah. I'll follow for now." Abigail agreed. Bennie and I nodded to each other. "Alright. let's sleep now. For real this time." I said a bit sloppily.

We each laid down in our own personal areas, with Abigail sleeping on the bed while Bennie was sleeping on the couch that we took from the first floor earlier, and me sleeping with the mattress on the floor.

Finally, exhaustion set in and I closed my eyes. So tired of all the events of the day that kept replaying in my mind. I drifted off to sleep. I just pray nothing disturbs our sleep.

Nothing's gonna happen right? Please don't let Murphy fuck us up right now.