by Nick Harland
Mike nodded, ‘I think I’d have managed, or at least I would have had a better chance than I would have had with the gun.’
We didn’t want to go far so we only hit four houses. We found an assortment of dry food and tins and having got some brief instructions from one of the gardeners we collected a bag full of veg as well. We made a note of what was left to come back to when things would be good to harvest. One of the gardens had four small apple trees but the apples were nowhere near ready.
We got back in time for supper and it had been a good day. Mike and the captain asked to be injected and word had spread that Esme and Eve had been injected so a couple of others asked too. As we sat eating something occurred to me and I asked, ‘I’m still confused about something. Am I immune to bites or not?’
There was a moment of silence before Eve answered, ‘I think so, but you’re weird so it would be best not to get bitten.’
I did my best Homer Simpson impression, ‘Doh.’
Eve replied, ‘Yes yes obvious perhaps, but I’m serious. Your and Don’s blood and cell make up is unusual. You don’t have antibodies but you also seem to lack the specific cell type they merge with to take over. We can only assume the mutated cells they deliver when they bite you also wouldn’t turn you.’
Then Esme said, ‘But we don’t know if they could divide and proliferate enough, maybe mutate again, and eventually do so. I haven’t seen them divide but we haven’t observed them for long enough. We have been assuming they send out something like DNA strands to take over other cells, rather than dividing themselves, but we don’t know. I’ll set up a sample now and take a look. We should know in a few hours.’
Esme set up the sample and took the mandatory martial arts class. There was just about enough room in the communal area with the furniture pushed aside and she was getting more confident about the teaching. We could have done with mats for ground work but hadn’t found any yet. We were still hopeful of finding some in the warehouse opposite. Groups had been back for the odd visit and Fern delivered on her promise to work the forklift and get as many of the high boxes down as the forklifts battery would allow, but there were no mats so far.
When the class was over Esme went back to the sample and the news wasn’t good, ‘We should have done this before, I don’t know why we didn’t. They are dividing, not quickly, but they are dividing. They must be splitting whatever the energy source they brought with them when they do, but they’re managing it.’
I said, ‘So I’m not immune then.’
Esme smiled a weak smile, ‘I can’t say for sure. I don’t know if the number of cells they can deliver in one bite could divide enough to take you over, and I’m pretty sure it would take time, but we can’t rule out the possibility. Your immune system doesn’t kill the saliva cells, just like you don’t kill the original aliens. They’re smart so I wouldn’t want to risk them mutating as they divide and finding a weakness the original ones haven’t. You need to keep wearing the more protective clothing and you need to be careful.’
To try and cheer me up she added, ‘I’d miss what you’re going to do to me tonight if you were gone. Eve has a very talented tongue, but there is no replacing your lovely...’
I put my hand up, ‘Ok ok, I get it.’
Eve and Esme giggled and I did feel a bit better. In theory the game was still on so Esme looked at Eve and nodded her head towards me. Eve grabbed my hand, marched me to the van, and wasted no time in demonstrating just how talented her tongue was. It wasn’t quite bed time but Esme took her top and bra off and made me watch Eve gently lick and suck her nipples, pouting her full red lips to tease me as she did. She held my head so close to the action I could feel Eve’s breath when she was kissing her and it was sublime torture. Before bed we went to find Mike and the captain.
We caught the captain just as he was heading to his van, having grabbed Mike on the way. I said, ‘So what have you decided about tomorrow.’
The captain said, ‘There’s no time like the present lad. I want to do it. I’m not being that much use in any other way around here but this I can do. It’s up to you what you put on the leaflets, but I think it would be good to drop as many as we can.’
I looked at Mike who said, ‘I’m with the captain. I’ll take a gun if you don’t mind but I know when to use it now. I would very much hope to bring it back without a shot fired. We’ll only land if there is a really good reason to.’
I nodded, ‘Ok, lets meet in the morning and we’ll give you the leaflets and supplies. Sleep well.’
We found Bill and took him to the office. We used a long extension to fire up one of the office computers and Bill sat down and entered the inevitable password to get us in. He said, ‘So what do you want to say. I think short and to the point is good and we should try and get four leaflets to one sheet, we can get someone on watch to cut them up overnight.’
I looked at Esme and Eve, ‘I haven’t really thought about this, and now I do it’s not that easy. We want to give people times we could meet them at the start of the A19 but that means someone will have to be there at those times. It not close so it’s a half-day or more and a decent amount of fuel every time we go.’
Eve said, ‘It’s a commitment alright, but I think we need to give people a chance. Why don’t we say we’ll be there once a week for two hours, every Friday at 11.00am starting next Friday, for 4 weeks. With rain and stuff the chances of any leaflets surviving longer than that are pretty slim but it gives people time if they need it.’
Esme added, ‘That sounds sensible but the paranoid part of me is nervous. If someone wanted to ambush us this is like giving them the time and date to do so.’
Eve said, ‘Fuck Esme, that is paranoid but now it’s out there I’m thinking it too.’
I smiled and said, ‘Ladies please, way ahead of you. Of course we have to be careful. It’s an open area but there is an overpass bridge a couple of hundred feet after you join the A19 that crosses the A1 underneath. We can scope out the area with binoculars first and Esme can stay hidden on the bridge with the sniper rifle while we meet and greet. If there’s trouble she can back us up. Like you say though, that’s being pretty paranoid so I don’t think we’ll need it.’
Eve and Esme looked at me in silence until Esme said, ‘You had really thought of all that already?’
I smiled, ‘I know, I’m fucking brilliant.’
Esme almost forgot Bill was there waiting for instructions and stepped forwards and put her hand between my legs, ‘Sometimes you really are and tonight…’
Eve interrupted and put her hands over Bill’s ears, ‘Please continue.’
Esme kissed me deeply and finished, ‘And tonight, very soon in fact, I’m going to fuck you brilliantly.’
Eve removed her hands and Bill signed, ‘Having made a decision about tonight can we make a decision about now please.’
Esme giggled and squeezed Bills shoulder, ‘Sorry Bill, yes we can. What Eve said about times and dates but add that there are about forty of us and that we have a fortified base, supplies, transport, beds, some fresh food, and we’re happy for people who are willing to work and fight to join us.’
Bill typed and set out the document so there were four to a page. Then he reached into a draw under the desk and said, ‘I know it’s gaudy but I think red paper don’t you? I never agreed, but the manager insisted on us using it for promotions.’
We printed out 200 hundred sheets of the leaflets and dumped them and a pair of scissors on an unsuspecting pair in the guard tower on the roof. After much eye rolling and sighing they took them and we went back to the van.’
When we had shut the door Esme said, ‘I know I said I’d fuck you brilliantly tonight, and I admit I’m looking forwards to it, but I didn’t say when and I’m not quite done with my fun. I think there is still one empty space on my score-card and I think another hour of suffering to top you up will make sure you’re ready for me. I expect you to fuck me back brilliantly too and as I will alread
y have had a nice time you can let yourself go whenever you like.’
Coming towards me and resting her lips on mine she added in a sexy whisper, ‘You can fuck me back hard and fast and not hold back when it’s time, or you can fuck me slowly for as long as you like, or let me do most of the work.’
Eve came behind me and I could feel her breath in my ear and hear her undressing. Esme carried on, ‘You can tease yourself for ages if you like and I’ll be with you all the way. You did a lovely job when I was over you the other night and Eve was behind me, squirming on top of you. I know you liked it, holding both of our lovely plump bums against you, feeling both of us move, guiding us when you wanted to. You can have Eve on top of you this time while I’m behind. I’d like to see and stroke her soft bum while I do you and lend a hand, or rather a finger, towards the end. There’s no reason she shouldn’t mark her card as well. You could even try and co-ordinate like you managed last time. What do you think, would you like that?’
Then her tone changed and she said, ‘Right now though, do as you’re told and don’t touch anything. It seems I’ve done Eve’s job for her.’
Esme undressed in front of me while Eve undressed me from behind. Esme nudged us backwards and said, ‘Eve, kneel up on the bed’, then she pushed me down to sit on the bed in front of Eve so I was level with her breasts but facing away from them. Then Esme stood in front of me. She had obviously enjoyed her little rendition herself as her nipples were rock hard. Then she came forwards and started kissing Eve who leant forwards over me so she could reach her, her soft boobs either side of my head. I was squashed between them as they kissed and pulled one another closer. The temptation to reach up and squeeze Esme’s bum was enormous but I resisted. Having my head squashed between them, their soft skin surrounding me, Eve’s boobs filling in the gaps behind me an Esme’s in front of me was heavenly and I could have died a happy man.
Esme stopped for a moment, breathing heavily, and grabbing my hair she pulled me towards one of her hard nipples. Then, tightening her grip on my hair to make me open my mouth she said, ‘I want you there’, before going back to kissing Eve. It was hard to breath but having her breast in my mouth was irresistible and I sucked it hard and caught my breath when I could. A minute later she reached down to lift my arms up and I was more than happy to grab her sweet arse and pull her towards me.
Esme commanded us both over the next hour or so and I suffered the whole time. She made me rest my head on Eve’s soft tummy as she satisfied her and I remembered Eve describing that very scenario shortly after we met. Then she made me take Eve from behind while Eve satisfied her, but she didn’t let me move an inch or even hold Eve’s awesome curvy hips. It was perhaps my greatest challenge yet but Eve took pity on me, and herself, and moved when she could. Finally Esme laid me down and sat on me. Although her earlier description was very tempting, I held her tightly and made her move on me more and more quickly until I finally had relief. I have to admit that although the last two days had been painful at times, the end game was worth it.
As we lay together panting on the bed, Eve resting her hand on Esme she said, ‘I used to say that me and Brad fucked like super heroes but the last two days has been on a whole other level. I’ve never cum spontaneously like I did yesterday or been in another world so much or for so long. If we fuck like super heroes, you fuck like a goddess.’
Esme sighed loudly, ‘Maybe, but I couldn’t do it without you two. You inspire me to rudeness I never even knew existed, let alone thought I could harness. Let’s do that again some time but it’s someone else’s turn to think of something to do next.’
After the dizzy heights of the last few days Eve and I were silent but I knew Eve’s dirty, sexy little mind would be mulling over the possibilities until she came up with something. I dropped off looking forward to whatever she came up with.
Chapter Twenty Seven – The Factory
We found Mike and the captain early and Bill was there too. Bill had re-fuelled the plane and packed a few days’ supplies and the leaflets. We had to push the plane into position at the top of the road and it was nerve racking watching it struggle to get airborne. The captain had nerves of steel as he pushed it on to the end of the road, passed the point where he could have aborted without crashing. The plane lifted off and he only just managed to climb in time to avert disaster. Soon he was out of sight.
Eve turned to me said, ‘I always wondered why they got paid the big bucks, now I know. So….lets go storm a factory shall we.’
Bill had kitted out the Semi Ben had come in so it looked like something from a mad max movie. It had a plough and steel plates or mesh covering almost every inch of it that wasn’t already metal. It looked awesome and I was jealous I couldn’t drive it. Bill had been busy with the best of the other cars too and there was the Semi, Mary, the Q5 and the Pickup ready to go. Bill had built a cage on the back of the pick-up, accessed via the back window, which he had removed and made bigger. The cage stuck out from the sides enough so someone could just about avoid reaching arms if they sat in the centre of it. As I was looking at it he patted it and said, ‘This is one hundred percent Zombie proof. We wanted to test the theory that Zeds would come out of hiding if they saw a person in the cage rather than a car.’
I said, ‘I can’t remember whose idiot idea that was but I don’t like it. Who’s going to be dumb enough to try it out?’
Bill curled his face into a weird expression and said, ‘Doh.’
Anyone with any fighting skills was coming on the mission and Jim went with Ben and Izzy in the Semi which led the way. Esme, Eve and I covered the rear in Mary and as I’d not spent much time with him recently we brought Mutt along too. Eve was fully loaded and had a spare box of ammo. I had an M9 and a spare clip and Esme had a Henry rifle and spare ammo. Each vehicle had some petrol bombs and, of course, everyone had helmets and the most protective gear we could muster. Everyone coming decided to have the injection as despite Jim, Esme and Eve having it the previous evening, no one was showing any signs of illness. We were as ready as we were ever going to be.
The factory was only a couple of miles off a dual carriageway and the Semi cleared the way when it was blocked. We hadn’t seen any live Zeds in cars for a day or two which didn’t bode well. They must have figured out that waiting around wasn’t useful, but the question remained, where did they go when they decided to leave? It also meant less car keys that were easy to find but there were still crash victims or half eaten people who hadn’t turned in time to avoid being dinner.
We made it off the main road and to the long road that shot straight through the heavy industry estate. It was ugly as hell with dirty, monolithic, concrete and brick buildings. There were large areas of ruined ground where old sites had been demolished, piles of hard core and tangled metal still littering them. The factory was under a mile down the road and the big double front gates were flanked by a metal fence similar to the one around the base, but topped with twin coils of dense razor wire that made the fence two feet higher. I could only imagine what a Zed would look like if it tried to climb over the Razor wire but single Zeds were never the problem, hordes were. All it would take was a few Zeds stuck over the wire in one place to create a bridge and with a Talker leading them that could happen more quickly than we might like.
The gates were open and inside there was a long thin carpark that bordered the front perimeter fence which had about twenty cars in it. The entrance to the main building itself was through a set of unassuming, very dirty, old fashioned, wire reinforced glass doors. Jim had drawn a rough layout of the factory and outbuildings and everyone except us had had time to study it. We stopped outside the gates and put the plan into action. Bill climbed into the cage on the back of the pick-up and someone drove right up to the front doors and waited. Nothing happened so they drove up and down the length of the carpark either side of the gates, but still nothing happened.
Everyone knew the deep dark of the unlit factory would be dangerous and du
e to the heavy work the chances of Beefcakes was high. Someone had fitted out a couple of remote control cars with live video feed cameras and someone had found the drone I’d grabbed from the electronics shop which already had a camera fitted. When I heard I was ready to demand I be the one to pilot it but both Eve and Esme stopped me, saying I hadn’t had any time to practice with it and someone else had. They were right of course.
When the pickup came to a halt to one side of the entrance it was our turn. We pulled around the other cars and parked close to the doors. Our job was to be the first ones out in the open and to open the front doors so the remote control cars could investigate as far as they could. As we opened the doors we saw the drone fly off over the building to the big open area at the back which had a couple of warehouse style storage buildings and enough space for an 18-wheeler to turn around.
We let the remote control trucks through, they had lights rigged up and everything, it was cool. Then we peeped our heads around the doors to see. The nature of the building meant that much of the inside space was almost completely devoid of natural light. With the electricity off it was spooky to say the least. It would need some serious work to turn into a home, but you couldn’t argue with the location or the security. The factory was on a large plot of land and there was more outside space than the caravan base had though not much grass. Although the front was only fenced, the inner perimeter was a ten feet high double thickness brick wall with razor wire rollers on top of it. Even without modification it was more secure than the caravan bases perimeter was.
Either side of the main building there was a road that ran from the front to the back with double gates set into the wall that you could get a rig through. One of the side gates was open and one was closed. The truck and drone operators got out of the cars and so did everyone else. The drone was quick and the operator, an older whose name I couldn’t remember said, ‘It’s big back there like Jim said there are some heavy trucks and a horde of at least thirty Zeds, they’re looking up at the drone and sort of following it.’
