by Gillian Zane
Then Tillman let go.
But the thing had him in its grips. The pain must have been ridiculous as Tillman hung there by only his hair, a zombie’s grip the only thing that kept him from a death plummet to the deck of the tug. It didn’t take long for it to lose its grip and Tillman finally tumbled to the deck of the tug with a thud. There was no scream. He stayed quiet the entire fall. I hoped to God he had died on impact. It wasn’t that high, but he shouldn’t survive this. With another thud, the zombie crashed down next to Tillman and I watched as Zachary walked over to the two bodies his gun raised. Two quick shots rang out.
He looked up after his monstrous task and our eyes met over the distance. I could have been mistaken, but it looked like he was crying. He didn’t signal for anyone to help him. He just went to work. He hefted the zombie up and threw it overboard, then grabbed a tarp and placed it over Tillman’s body.
I guess our string of good luck was over. I told myself I was done thinking about luck. How can anyone be lucky in a world where the dead want to eat you?
FIFTEEN | Swampland and Wind-Turbines
The next few hours were a somber and quiet journey, but the scenery was stunning. There was no denying the beauty of the swamps. There is something about the Southern Louisiana marshland. The wildlife was out in droves and our trek through the backwater canals of Southern Louisiana scared away large cranes and alligators with our loud diesel engines. The sun was just setting as we rounded a corner and Blake finally spoke.
“This is it. See that bridge?” He pointed to the right of us. There was a small two-lane causeway that connected Highway 90 to an island. “That is the only land entrance to our base. There are plenty of docks. We actually have two water-crafts, one a recreational fishing craft, and Zachary grabbed a used patrol boat on auction that he’s never even taken out.”
“It reminds me of the camps we used to go to as kids before Katrina wiped them out.”
“Yeah, we have a few that are pre-Katrina, along the South shoreline, that are still standing but run-down, but even better, there are ten modular homes that were built on the island before the contractor went bankrupt. James and I use one each for weekends and we keep one really fancy for clients to use. The rest are sitting empty.”
At the western edge of the island, I noticed a small lighthouse and a large tower with what looked like a propeller churning in the wind.
“Blake, is that what I think it is?”
“Yeah, did I forget to mention?” His face lit up in a big grin. “The reason the contractor went bankrupt…he wanted to be self-sufficient. His wind turbine, which can power the entire island, it pushed him a million dollars over budget. Just that wind-turbine alone was worth the money we paid for this little slice of salvation.”
“If you weren’t driving, I would kiss you.”
“I’ll take a rain check.”
I felt a pang of guilt for Tillman, but I knew my elation couldn’t be helped. We could be safe here.
SIXTEEN | Open Doors
The island wasn’t that large, but Blake and Zachary had equipped it with two aluminum buildings, the size of warehouses, one to house operations and a cafeteria and the other to store equipment. In the operations warehouse, on the second floor, Blake and Zachary had built out offices and sleeping areas. There was one large room, they called the barracks, that they had equipped with bunk beds, similar to what you would see on military bases. Their employees had used them when on overnight training missions. We decided as a group to stay in the barracks together until we tightened up security and found a way to set up a perimeter or warning system around the island. The dead might not be able to swim, but humans could and you never know. Without police or repercussions, the world was a bad guy’s oyster. It was the Wild West and I was sticking close to my soldiers.
Zachary and Blake introduced me to their employees that were already in residence on the island, two of them had their families with them. The newest arrivals, the Peters looked like they had taken a beating getting to the island.
Cole Peters was one of the newer members of Blake and Zachary’s team, but I could tell Blake thought very highly of him. He had his wife, Grace and his three children with him.
The other family was the Votiers. Timothy “Romeo” Votier was Blake and Zachary’s second in command. Romeo had his brother, Hank and Hank’s wife Barbara, with him and they immediately began cooing over Uma and Reese, making sure they were as comfortable as possible.
The final member of the party was a tiny little blonde that looked like every pedophile’s fantasy. She had curves on top of curves, with the face of a doll. Hannah Klink, another trusted member of Team Blake. She eyed me with suspicion and stroked a gun she had strapped to her hip as Blake showed me around. She scared me. I thought this was about the right time to go check on the girls.
Poor girls. I didn’t think they had slept since this all had begun. The Peters had put them up in the second-floor barracks, assigning them bunks near the door. They were unpacking and I urged them to lay down and forget about any chores or tasks. The moment they laid down the were snoring.
Now that they were squared away, I went in search of my man.
My man. There was no denying it, I thought of Blake as mine. We had only been together for four days, but it seemed like years. I didn’t know what I would do without him. He was amazing, he was sexy and I wanted him so bad. And I think he wanted me just as much. I didn’t think it was love. We didn’t know each other well enough for that, but it would be. I knew it would be.
I found him in an office. He was sitting on a desk with his head in his hands. My heart skipped. Had something happened? But when he heard me, he looked up and smiled. He just looked tired.
I didn’t say a word, I just went to him. My mouth met his and the sparks exploded. Sexual awareness traveled down my body straight to my core. I loved this feeling. This instant rush of sexual exhilaration. It had me falling to my knees in front of him and fumbling with his jeans, not caring that I left the door open to his office, even though I knew in the back of mind that someone might come by and see us.
His dick sprang out of his boxers, hard and rigid and so unbelievable hot. There were no niceties as I took him all in my mouth with a wanton moan of appreciation. He was so big he pressed against the back of my throat and I still had room for my hand to pump him. Blake’s hands went to the back of my head, forcing me into a steady rhythm of sucking and pumping him.
“Baby, suck me…suck all of me,” he moaned. “I love your mouth on me.”
My panties were soaked and I yearned to touch myself or rub it against something, but both of my hands were busy, pumping on him and gripping his naked ass. He loved my mouth. I loved him in my mouth. If I could speak, I would have told him that. Instead, I showed him with each rough pull and slide of my tongue, I even grazed my teeth along the bottom of his shaft. He hissed with the pain/pleasure but continued his relentless thrusting into my mouth. I knew when he was about to come, his whole body went rigid and then the hot liquid was spilling into my mouth and down my throat. There was so much, but I swallowed the salty come with pleasure. My reward was his shout of enjoyment and the murmurings that I couldn’t understand but knew were meant to compliment me.
I continued to suck as his dick went soft in my mouth, enjoying the change in girth and feeling, but the feeling was too much for him and he was soon pulling me up roughly and kissing me. All over my face, along my neck. His hands went to my hips and he spun me around. My eyes closed as he cupped my breast through the material of my shirt and bra.
Some change in the room, maybe the air or even a soft noise that I barely heard, had me opening my eyes abruptly and I found myself staring directly at Zachary James. He was across the hall, maybe twenty feet from us, but there was a clear line-of-sight to where we stood in this room. Had he seen us?
The look in Zachary’s eyes said he had. Blake must have seen him. Why hadn’t he stopped? Is this something they like? Do they
like to watch each other with women? The thought, surprisingly, wasn’t repulsive to me, it was actually rather intriguing. I had always had fantasies about people watching me have sex. I had even left the windows wide open or urged prior boyfriends to take me to secluded public areas for a little play time. But this…this was so direct. Blake’s skilled hand slipped under my shirt and teased my nipple through my bra. Suddenly, with Zachary’s eyes still on me, I wanted this. And Blake knew Zachary was there, why else would he have turned me around and offered me up as eye candy to his partner?
With a wiggle of my hips against his renewed hard-on, I let Blake know that I was willing to let this little theater game play on. His hands were under my shirt, tugging it over my head. The bra came off next and his fingers pulled and squeezed my naked breasts. Displaying them for Zachary. His kisses trailed up and down my neck as fingers pulled on my sensitive nipples. Then he was pushing my jeans down and I was kicking my shoes off. Then there I was, standing naked in front of Zachary, making eye contact as Blake’s fingers slipped through my wet curls and slid around my clit forcing a high-pitched squeal from my mouth as my body shivered in anticipation of great sex.
My eyes slid to Zachary’s hand. He pulled his rigid shaft out and took it into his palm. From my vantage point I could tell it was impressive, its head red and dripping with pre-come as he pumped his fist over it. His strokes picked up when Blake pushed on my back, forcing me to bend over and brace myself on the chair in front of me. It was low backed and still allowed me to view Zachary across the room, whose eyes were locked on mine as he pumped his fist, jerking himself off as Blake pushed inside me from behind.
I couldn’t hold in the moans as each stroke of Blake’s dick rubbed my g-spot. I knew I was going to come quickly, I could feel the build up of tension throughout my body as I coiled and stilled and the shivering began. It culminated in an explosion of pleasure, which had me shouting in release.
Blake’s rhythm had increased as I came and he was pounding me hard now. So hard. I was going to come again. His finger snaked around me and found my clit, rubbing it in an expert circular pattern, forcing another orgasm out of me. The orgasm had me squeezing my eyes shut and riding out the waves of pleasure and when I opened them again Zachary was jerking in his own release, his come shooting from his dick onto the floor. I didn’t think watching a man come like that could turn me on so much, but between Blake’s dick buried inside me and Zachary’s hard stare and pumping fist I was more turned on than I had ever been before.
Suddenly Blake was pulling from me, his hand was in my hair, and the other hand was on my hip, moving me. He spun me around to face him and our mouths met hungrily. I pushed him back onto his desk and climbed up and over him, impaling myself on his dick which was huge and hard and needed to be inside me.
I rode him. It was my turn. I didn’t let him set the pace as I moved in a lazy S pattern that maximized the pleasure for me. It seemed to do the same for him because soon after he was grabbing onto my hips and holding on for dear life. I could imagine what a sight we made. On his desk, my breasts bouncing, our bodies slapping together as we made love like it was our last night on Earth.
I wondered if Zachary still watched us. Could he see us from behind? Had he moved closer? Did he enjoy seeing Blake’s dick push into me, my ass on full display? Those thoughts alone could drive me to orgasm…which was again a first for me. I don’t think I could remember the last time that one sexual encounter had elicited so many orgasms. As Blake tensed for his own release, his thrusts met mine with intense abandon, and I fell over the edge too. My body not my own, just this crazy receptacle for pleasure. I had no cares in the world, I was only this feeling. This intense, insane feeling and I couldn’t care less.
I don’t know how much time passed, but I was a sloppy mess when I slid off of Blake and turned to see if Zachary was still there. He wasn’t. My brain had caught up to my lower regions and I was suddenly feeling the embarrassment of what I had just done. Would I even be able to look him in the eye after this?
Of course I would. He was the one spying on us. He should be the embarrassed one if there was any embarrassment to be had. Which there shouldn’t be because we were all sexual creatures...and should enjoy our bodies. Or so I told myself.
“I can tell your brain is going a mile a minute.”
“Do you and Zachary do that a lot?”
“No, not a lot. We used to be roommates. I would leave the door open, sometimes.”
“Only you?”
“He never brought girls home.”
“Do you like when he watches?”
“Yes.” No explanation, no shame. Just a simple yes. “Did you like it?” He asked.
I owed him the direct honesty that he gave me.
“Yes,” I whispered.
SEVENTEEN | Everything Good Comes…
We settled into a routine over the next couple of weeks. Five more of Blake and Zach’s (he insisted on me calling him Zach after the first time I called him Zachary to his face) employees showed up with their families and survivor partners in tow, which pushed our numbers to twenty-two survivors. We had enough manpower for everyone to start fortifying our safe-zone, which we had dubbed S-Island, for Survivor’s Island.
Some of the men and women were building a wall around the vulnerable areas of land that could be accessed by boat. They had plenty of scrap material from a construction site that had been slated as a garage to hold the company’s vehicles. We were afraid of zombies washing up on shore, or other humans surprising us by boat.
Other groups were pushing out from the island, using the small fishing boat and patrol vessel to gather supplies and search for other survivors. We definitely had the room. Most of the time, I joined the teams we were calling the “clean up” crew. We pushed through the neighborhood of Venetian Isles which was the closest inhabited area, killing off any of the dead and cleaning out any supplies we found. It was practically abandoned, but most of the houses were stocked with weekender fare, canned food and a lot of alcohol. Out this far from civilization, there wasn’t a lot of people, which meant only a handful of the dead. We actually came across a family in one of those big raised houses that sat near the water. They greeted us with wary trepidation and only exchanged a few stilted words with us. We told them where we were located and if they needed help just get on their boat and find us, but all we got in return was a polite nod and a door slammed in our faces.
I couldn’t blame them. I could see how it was hard to trust in this new crazy world. Especially people that came to their door dressed in camouflage and armed to the teeth.
I was learning to trust though, these people, my fellow survivors. In a few short weeks they were feeling more like family than strangers. Especially Blake, my Blake.
We had moved into his office. It was big enough to fit a queen size mattress which we had taken from a house on the water. I had covered the windows in blankets because even though I wouldn’t have minded a repeat of that first night, I wasn’t making it easy for everyone to get their rocks off when they passed our room.
Zach had also moved into his office, which was right across the hall from Blake’s. I was open to him watching again, just the thought of it made me wet and aching, but it hadn’t happened. Blake closed the door every night and then slid into bed. Our bed.
Sometimes he would strip me down and lick me until I was begging for him to take me. Other times he would bend me over and without any foreplay push inside of me, thrusting into me until I screamed. On nights when we had worked our asses off that day, we would make love slow and lazy. He would be on top, my legs wrapped around him, until our pleasure got the best of us and we were pushing and pulling hard on each other until we came. There wasn’t a night that went by that didn’t end in our bodies coming together. Hell, we usually repeated it in the morning and sneaked off a lot at lunch. We were insatiable. I couldn’t get enough of him and he couldn’t get enough of me. If there weren’t zombies running around trying
to eat us, I would say we were living out my fantasy.
I found his eyes on me while I worked. We were cleaning out some storage room to hold a shit-ton of MREs that Marquez found in an abandoned military transport on the twin-span. There was hunger in those eyes and instantly I could feel my panties drenching. It felt like ages before we could sneak away. When we finally managed to break away from the group we rushed up the stairs to our room.
