Fight (NOLA Zombie Book 2)

by Zane, Gillian

  “I’m going to show you what is da bomb,” he said as he threw me unceremoniously on the bed.

  “You wish. You’re not that good,” I laughed and tried to squirm away as his big body crashed into mine.

  “You’re really going to regret that statement.” He pulled me toward him and with his big hands he spread my legs, pulling his body up and over mine, entering me with one smooth, almost choreographed, move. “Who’s not that good?” he asked as I moaned in contentment.

  “I have no idea,” I sighed.

  TWENTY

  Bullshit and Bitches

  A few days after the Houston additions arrived, we were back to our same old routines. I had asked Baby to try and help make their incorporation into the group a cohesive thing and from what I could tell she was the perfect person for the job. Kicking ass and taking names.

  “Blake’s got the swing of things like he never left. The guys he brought with him, Liam, Bret, Ray and Orlando, they seem to be good additions. Liam and Bret were some kind of landscape architects or something. All I know is they know about plants. Hopefully, they’ll be able to get our garden up and running. Ray, from what I can tell, was just some type of office worker, but seems to know a bit about engines so we are going to set him up with Jimmy. Orlando said he worked in fast food, so we sent him over to Bubba. None of them can shoot worth a damn, but they’ve pulled their weight on Z duty,” Baby filled me in as we walked the fence line, checking for any breeches or areas that weren’t holding up. The ground was wet and unsteady; the fence posts could sink in and make the fence fall in so we had to inspect it regularly.

  “What about the women?” I asked.

  “Madison seems eager, but she’s rather worthless. I think she was a CPA or something boring. Clara was in marketing and Patricia a concierge. None of them know shit about shit and they have been sitting back and letting the boys do the dirty work. On top of that, Clara is claiming some kind of injury that prevents her from any kind of hard work.”

  “What type of injury?” Maybe she had been hurt in the chaos of the return trip.

  “Isaiah won’t say, said she had confided in him and it was personal.”

  “Bullshit, if she’s trying to get out of work, it’s not personal.”

  “Bitch is crazy if you ask me, oh, wait,” Baby looked over at me and made a face, “She’s lazy, not crazy.”

  “We’ll see. I’m gonna ask Isaiah what the fuck is up, because at this compound there ain’t any doctor/patient privilege.”

  “That’s why I like your ass, no bullshit from you, bitch.”

  “There isn’t any room for bullshit on S-Island,” I sighed. I wasn’t trying to be tough, I just knew there wasn’t room for slackers at this compound. Everyone needed to do their part. Even Lani, who I thought would be a lightweight, was training hard with me and Baby. She had gained weight and was a pretty good shot. She was actually growing on me.

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  I strode into the infirmary with a take-no-shit attitude. Isaiah was alone and he looked up from whatever he was doing at the little desk near the window as I approached.

  “So, what’s up with Clara and her claiming injury and not able to do any hard labor?” I got straight to the point.

  “She said she had some preexisting condition–it’s a personal matter.”

  “If she’s trying to get out of work, there are no personal matters. This isn’t Pre-Z, Smith, spit it out. What’s wrong with her? Did you examine her?”

  “No, she said,” he looked at me pained, “she had a miscarriage on the journey back and her back hurts and she’s having anxiety issues.”

  “A miscarriage,” I repeated, the implications sinking in. “Would a miscarriage cause back issues? I could give two shits about anxiety, we all need a regular dose of Prozac.”

  “Not that I’m aware of. I know it can cause an infection if there are remnants of the placenta left, but that would cause a lot more issues than back pain,” Isaiah said.

  “So, you haven’t examined her and are just going from her word? She has symptoms which aren’t normal for what she is claiming? And you think that’s okay?”

  “Basically. But, no I don’t think that’s okay.” He shrugged.

  “If she wants to get off of regular duties she needs to get an examination by you, no excuses. Full on, get your OB/GYN on. You would want to know if she has an infection, right? No meds or light duty notes without an exam, no exceptions, got that, Doc?”

  “Yeah, Alexis, I got that.”

  “Good.” I pushed through the door with one final parting shot, “This isn’t negotiable, Smith.” I heard him grunt in response. He knew I was right, he was just a pushover. If left to his own devices, he would be handing out our pharms left and right. Zach and I had to constantly remind him about triage medicine. It wasn’t fun and it hadn’t been put to the test quite yet, but in a pinch we would have to implement it.

  Damn, a miscarriage. Did that mean they fucked when he rescued her and she got pregnant or was she pregnant when he went to save her? That would mean she miscarried late in her pregnancy, that could cause some major damage. And it would also account for Blake having to go save her, if he thought she was pregnant. If she was carrying his child, what wouldn’t a man do for that?

  Things started crashing together in my head and I didn’t like where everything was falling into place when the dust settled.

  TWENTY-ONE

  Little Blue Pills

  The next day was a rainy morning and Zach and I decided to spend it screwing our brains out and avoiding all the drama that was going down at the barracks. What better way to spend a day? We weren’t scheduled for guard duty until that evening and there was nothing we could do in the rain that couldn’t be put off until tomorrow. There was no better way to work through a few demons.

  I had Zach on his back on the big chaise that attached to the sectional sofa in the great room and was riding him like there was a devil inside me. I wanted to get off, I wanted to get off really bad. When I came, I let him know just how much I enjoyed it with a loud shout of release.

  “God, you are so fucking hot. Now it’s my turn.” He pushed me off of him and stood, urging me onto my knees, pressing my head down so my ass was raised on display for him.

  A heavy handed slap took me by surprise and I yelped. The second one had me moaning, especially when he massaged it out right after.

  “You’re so bad, angel, my bad little angel who loves to fuck. You want my dick, angel?”

  “Yes!” I all but screamed it. He slapped my ass again and wetness dripped down my leg. I was that turned on.

  “How bad do you want my dick?”

  “So bad,” I moaned. “Inside, please, I need it.”

  “Good, because I’m going to fuck you so hard.” He entered me hard and fast, grabbing my hips and yanking me back onto him. His thrusts were so deep I could feel them hit my inside wall.

  He reached under me and began stimulating my clit, but the position was awkward, so I pushed his hand away and took over.

  “Oh yeah, angel, touch yourself, make yourself come, because I’m coming soon.” His thrusts got even more erratic and the pressure was building in me. As he thrust one last time hard, I fell over the edge and shuddered as the orgasm ripped through my body.

  After he came, we both fell onto the sofa and just lay there sated. We might have dosed off for a while. I came to when the rain slackened and the violet sky of sunset filtered through our back windows. I realized, even with all the drama that was going on I was content.

  I also realized that I loved Zach, I loved being with Zach. There was a hole in my heart because of Blake, but for right now, Zach made up for that or at least I wanted him to. If I was being honest with myself, a part of me still wanted Blake. The greedy part of me wanted both of them,especially now that I had my suspicions on why Blake had left. But right now, I was content with Zach and that was enough.

  My mind drifted back to one of our first ni
ghts on S-Island. Blake and I in the office, his beautiful cock buried inside of me and Zach watching, masturbating. It was the hottest thing I’d ever experienced. Not because I got off on people watching me fuck, I did like that, but it was more the fact that it was Zach, Blake and me. If Zach would have come to us, if he would have crossed that distance, touched me, would Blake have been cool with it? I would have been in heaven. From the moment I laid eyes on Zach, I had wanted him. I knew if I was with Blake, it was impossible. But was it?

  hey had been roommates. Blake liked it when Zach watched him fuck women. He admitted to me that they had done it in the past and he enjoyed it when we did it together. What was a little more? Would he like watching me fuck Zach or would his ego get in the way?

  I shook my head to dispel those crazy thoughts. Never going to happen. The two of them were in a pissing match at the moment. The last week had been a strain on everyone, mostly me.

  I got up trying not to disturb Zach, who was still snoring lightly on the sofa, and made my way to the bathroom. I had almost forgotten something important.

  Taking out the little pack of pills, I took one of the blue ones, frowning because I only had a line of the pink ones left. Then I was out, out for good.

  I hadn’t been able to find anymore pills at the last drug store we went to and I stupidly or idiotically didn’t tell Romeo to look for more. I would have to make a specific request for the next supply run, which was happening tomorrow. I couldn’t run out of birth control. An unwanted pregnancy wasn’t an option in this world. Grace had one scare and it was weighing on the minds of all the women that were currently engaged in sexual exploits on the compound. And if Clara’s story was to be believed, she didn’t even carry to term. Were babies even possible? What if they carried the virus and were born zombies? Little zombie fetuses were now going to haunt my nightmares. What would any of us do if we got pregnant? Another complication, this world had too many complications.

  TWENTY-TWO

  Two is Better Than One

  I pulled Romeo aside that night and told him about my request. His cheeks turned red, but he promised to look for me. One thing checked off my to-do list, now for guard duty. I was at the front station, which was a crow’s nest located near the access bridge. It was high enough that you could see to the other side of the inlet during the day. At night, we had a high powered light that we could turn on if needed. But mostly we used a pair of night vision goggles that Zach had.

  I was there for about an hour when I heard someone shout that they were coming up. It wasn’t time for me to be relieved, so my brain started churning about what possibilities could have occurred to have someone come and get me.

  When Blake popped his head through the trap door at the bottom, I was partly excited and wary at the same time.

  “I just came to talk.” He raised his hands in an ‘I come in peace’ gesture when he saw the look of wary apprehension on my face.

  “I want to apologize for leaving, for coming back expecting something…just everything. I was stupid. I’m sorry.”

  “Thank you, I forgive you. It’s good that you’re back, Blake, that you’re alive. We need you.” I tried to smile, but it might have come out more as a grimace. I might have said it, but I don’t know if I was really okay with him leaving.

  “I just want to know one thing.” I knew what was coming next and I dreaded giving an answer. Should I lie and cut things off or should I tell him the truth and maybe make things worse?

  “When I left, you said you loved me.” He continued.

  I nodded.

  “Did you mean that or was that just to get me to stay?”

  “I meant it,” I whispered.

  “Do you still love me?”

  Torn. Torn. Torn. What do I say?

  “Yes.”

  His shoulders slumped at my response and he smiled, but it quickly faded when he saw the look I was giving him.

  “I love Zach too, Blake. You have to understand that.”

  “How can you love both of us?”

  “It’s really easy. You two are both wonderful. It’s easier to ask, how could I not?”

  “Is there any hope that maybe…” His question trailed off, but I could tell that he already knew the answer, so I just shook my head and shrugged.

  “Blake, just–” He leaned over and kissed me. It wasn’t an apathetic kiss of departure. It was a full-on passionate Blake kiss. I kissed him back too and I guiltily enjoyed it. If he hadn’t pulled away, if he would have pushed for more, I didn’t know if I would have told him to stop. We could have easily made love on the floor of this guard tower, damning the consequences. But he was way more responsible than I was and he pulled back.

  He turned and left and a part of me broke apart inside. How was I going to explain this to Zach?

  TWENTY-THREE

  Supplies Where Are You?

  When Romeo and Kirk returned from the supply run, I was disappointed. There was hardly anything in the back of the truck and there weren’t any birth control pills.

  “The entire pharmacy was gutted. There is someone else supplying up in this area,” Romeo said with calm certainty.

  “We’ll have to go even further next time.” Zach’s face was grim as he laid out the map.

  “Why don’t we go bigger? Don’t they have that chain distribution warehouse right over the Mississippi border in the Pearlington area?” I pointed to an area on the map. “And if not, we can check the area around it.”

  “That’s about an hour Pre-Z from here, so I would estimate it would take us about three to get there. We would probably have to find shelter out there for the night,” Romeo countered.

  “Worst case, we can sleep in the vehicles. Bring the truck and an SUV, the usual four man team. It is doable, dangerous, but the payoff could be amazing,” Zach added.

  “Who’s up for the run this time?” Romeo asked.

  I grabbed the list from the desk. “Me, Zach, Kirk and Duke.”

  “Duke’s out for this one. He sprained his ankle coming off the guard tower this morning.” Zach shook his head trying not to laugh.

  “I’ll go,” Blake volunteered. “I’m not in the rotation because these were made before I got here.”

  “I think I want to make this a five man team too, because we are going so far. If you don’t mind, I want to go,” Romeo suggested.

  “Yeah, that would work. While the two man teams are grabbing supplies, someone can stay with the vehicles just in case,” said Zach.

  “We’ll head out at dawn. Meet here in the morning,” Zach said to the group. “Romeo, let Kirk in on the plan.”

  Everyone nodded and started packing up any of their belongings. I held back waiting for Zach who was still looking at the map.

  “I hope this works out. This could be a waste of a lot of fuel for nothing.”

  “It will.” I kissed him. “Come on, let’s go home. If we have to be up at the ass crack of dawn that means we can only have sex twice…and only quickies.”

  “Oh, only twice?” He chuckled.

  “Okay, maybe three times, if you’re lucky.”

  “Angel, from the day I met you, luck has been on my side.”

  “You know I love you, right?” I got up on tiptoe and kissed him lightly on the mouth.

  “That’s the best thing I’ve heard all day.”

  TWENTY-FOUR

  Captain Tight Ass

  When Zach said first light, he meant it. I yawned my way into the lead SUV with Blake driving and Zach sitting shotgun. Kirk and Romeo were in the supply truck behind us. Since I didn’t have anything inparticular to do at the moment and Zach and I had gone that promised three times, I laid down on the big back seat and went promptly to sleep.

  “She’s amazing.” Raised male voices woke me out of my happy dream about ice cream.

  “You don’t think I know that?”

  “Then why did you leave, man? Shit, if you were in love with her, you would have brought her with you.”<
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  “I thought I was probably gonna end up dead. I didn’t want that to happen to her. She was safe at the compound and you know why I left., I had no choice.”

  I held really, really still…this was good.

  “You did have a choice. Why did you really go, man?”

  “Fucking Clara.”

  “She’s a bitch. She was a controlling bitch when you married her. She’s still trying to control you now and y’all aren’t together. Even during a fucking zombie apocalypse she had to control you. Got your ass to go all the way to Texas to save her.”

  “But I knew she couldn’t save herself., I couldn’t let her die. She was in Houston because of me. She was pregnant. tI had to go.”

  “You had been split for months, according to you. Was the baby even yours? Hadn’t she been in Houston for a while? You’re blaming yourself for something that has nothing to do with you,” Zach whispered obviously trying not to wake me.

  “She wanted me to expand the firm there. She thought there would be more potential in Houston, big oil, that sort of thing. She had everything worked out, wanted us to move to Houston. You would run the New Orleans branch, I would run the Houston branch. She even had a fucking house picked out and our office space. When I told her no, she threw a fit and went there anyway. She expected me to follow, but I served her with divorce papers. I broke down once, a couple of weeks before it hit. We fucked. She said I knocked her up. She was playing that shit before this even went down, called and said she was late on her period. When she radioed, she told me she was definitely pregnant.”

  “Fuck, and she lost it on the road back here? That’s gotta be tough, man, but you know that shit still ain’t your fault. She chose to go there. You didn’t have to run the moment she called.”

  “She had lost it by the time I got there. She was all screwed up about it.”

  “So you get there to save the day and the reason you ran your ass a state away, risked life and limb, and it wasn’t even a factor. She could have been playing you,” Zach scoffed. “You’re a dumbass, that bitch has been playing you since high school.”