by TJ Weeks
“You okay?” Shianne asked.
I smiled at her. “I’m perfect.”
I carried a gas can in each hand and walked down into the trench and followed it around to the backhoe and started to fill it. Once I got a solid can poured into the tank I fired the backhoe up and turned on the heater so Shianne could stay warm from the chilled air that was approaching us on top of being down in the ground. I then proceeded to pour the second tank and topped it off with about a quarter of the gas tank remaining and then joined Shianne inside.
I flipped on the headlamps that were above the cab on the outside and went to work. “So, I know this isn’t like home, but you doing alright?” I asked. She pulled a book out of her back pocket that read “Devil Days”. “Yeah, I’m doing great now. I kept your book with me because I didn’t know if I’d ever see you again. Then after getting here and seeing mom, but not you, I was worried that this was going to be all that I had left of you.”
I looked down at the book. “I didn’t think that you ever read it.” She brushed her thumb across the pages. “I haven’t finished it. Kind of felt like it would have been closure that I wasn’t ready for.”
I stopped digging for a moment. “Honey, we’re living off of borrowed time and we all have to clock out one day and on that day you should feel blessed for it to be over and go out remembering all the things you accomplished as well as those that touched your life while you were here. I know death isn’t something that’s easy for anyone, but it’s inevitable. We’re literally dying the day we are born. No one knows when the clock will stop ticking, but when that time comes, you have to know when to punch out.”
She looked up at me. “I’ve never heard it put that way.” I started back digging. “We all have a different perspective on things, that’s just mine.”
The stinger started like metal on metal grinding after a while and it was getting late. “What do you say we kill this old thing and go crash out?” I suggested. She started to stand up. “Sounds good to me…I don’t know about backhoe’s, but it sounds like it could use a rest.
We jumped down into the small space between the wall of dirt and the machine and edged our way around it. I picked up the gas cans on our way back through and placed them back before walking towards my room. Shianne headed to bed straight from the trench.
CHAPTER SIX
I WAS almost back to my room when I
heard someone screaming in a deep tone. Gizmo popped his head out his door. “What the fuck is that?”
“Hell, I don’t know, I just walked in.” I answered. He was stripped down to nothing more than boxers, but followed me to the sound that led us to Steven’s door. I knocked three times, but didn’t get an answer, only more screams. I let myself in to see what all the fuss was about. He was drenched in sweat and rolling from one side of his bed to the other. I took a firm grip on his shoulders and shook him.
He sat up so fast that he almost head-butted me. “What!”
“You were screaming.” I replied.
“I’m sorry, I was having a nightmare.” He explained.
“What kind of nightmare?” I asked.
He started rubbing his eyes. “I…I…I can’t remember.”
“Well I’ll let you get back to sleep, I just wanted to check on you.” I stated.
“Yeah and try not to wake up everyone with your next dream.” Gizmo rudely stated. We walked out of his room and made our way back to our own rooms.
“Everything okay?” Shianne whispered from her cot. I was trying to quietly shut the door. “Everything’s fine, get you some sleep and I’ll see you in the morning.”
I then proceeded to make my way to my own bed. I kicked off my shoes and stripped down to my boxers before climbing into bed with my wife. I cuddled up next to her and she reached over and pulled my arm to bring me in closer.
“My favorite time of the day.” She said. “What’s that?” I asked.
“Getting to cuddle up with my husband and feel you next to me.” She responded. “I guess that makes two of us.” I agreed before closing my eyes and finding some dreams of my own.
Everyone finally was drifting back off to sleep, including Steven.
*** A familiar face with dark brown, a little over shoulder length hair and blonde highlights appeared to be a rotter. “Steven my love, let go and come back home to us. We need you.”
Steven looked around to see his house and one of his kids playing on their old tire swing and his other kids jumping into their swimming pool that glimmered with crystal clear blue water. “This can’t be real.”
He slowly walked toward his wife whom had just spoke to him wearing a black and white flower/vine style dress. The closer he got the more her face came into focus and the rot seemed to disappear.
She reached out and took him by the hand and placed it over her heart. “I am real and I’ve been here waiting for you to return for us.”
He pulled his hand back. “No, this isn’t real. Where’s TJ?” She smiled and brushed her hand across the side of his face. “TJ’s back home with his family. We all made it, the apocalypse is over and you’ve been sleeping, my dear.”
The kids all ran over and huddled around him to give him a group hug. He could feel the cold from the water dripping off the kids and soaking his sides. “We love you daddy.”
They gripped tight and then ran back to the pool and tire swing. His wife held out her hand and he grabbed it. She led him into their house and guided him through it to show him that nothing had changed. He was in basic shock from being able to feel her grip and the touch of all the items around him. She finally led him to their bedroom while closing the door behind them. She reached in for a soft kiss that she gently placed upon his lips. He closed his eyes to let it sink in, fore he had missed that feeling for such a long time now. She slowly backed him up to the edge of the bed and he wrapped his arms around her to go in for a much deeper kiss while spinning her around and laying her on her back. He followed her down to the bed and shifted his arms under hers and lifted her up higher on the bed. He started kissing the right side of her neck while guiding his left hand through her hair. He took a tight grip of her hair and thrusted into her hip. Her smile got so big that her teeth were almost at a sparkle. He reached down and started pulling her dress upward while still kissing her neck. She grabbed both sides of his head and started directing it down. He kissed down the small portion of her belly that he had revealed and then slid her panties down to her feet before giving a final tug to remove them completely. He tossed them off the side of the bed and kissed the inside of her thighs while rubbing her clit and pushing her legs further apart. Her back arched when his lips collided with her which smelled like a breath of fresh air that he hadn’t got to take in for years. He started to roll his tongue around her in a circular motion and she grasped the red fitted sheet in ecstasy. Some of her sweetness started to run into his mouth and running down his chin. She raised up a bit and pulled her dress the rest of the way up and over her head. She unfastened her bra strap and threw it to the side, exposing her double “D” breasts with her perky dark brown nipples trying to touch the roof as they stood at attention. He reached up and copped a handful of her breast and massaged the tips of his fingers around her nipple. She pulled him upward and rolled him to his back. She threw her legs over him and backed her pussy back to his face while licking the head of his dick and rolling her tongue down his shaft. The foreplay was intense while both moaned with
anticipation of the thought of the eventuality of finalizing it all. She sucked hard and the pop sounded through the bedroom. She lifted herself off of his face and turned. She straddled him on her knees and softly lowered herself onto him. Steven arched his back with the feeling of her tightness wrapped around him. She put both of her hands on his chest and pumped herself up and down on his dick as slow as she could. Her head flung back at every inch that filled her. Steven watched as her double d’s bounced just enough to make him want them in his mouth. She brought h
er hands up and pulled at her nipples and slid her hands down her body and to his hands. She pulled his up to where her hands had been and put them on her. His hands were unable to cup all of each breast and he rubbed them all the way around before pinching her nipples and rolling them between his fingers which made the sensation run through her body of “Oh My God.” She tightened around him and came.
“Oh baby!” Steven stated. She kept gliding him in and out of her waiting for the blast that she knew would soon be coming. Steven ran his hands down her body and back up to her perfect tits. She reached her hand down to play with herself and rubbed herself while staring at him. Steven watched and knew that he had to make this last. He tried to hold back as long as he could, but the sexy look she gave while he watched her cum again was almost the deal breaker. He loved the feeling of it and he was so close to filling her full of his juice. She brought her hand up to his face and stuck her middle finger in his mouth so he could taste the sweetness.
“Here I go again baby, are you ready?” She asked him. Steven threw his head back, his body arched and tensed up again trying to prevent himself from blowing. She leaned her head down and let her hair fall over his shoulder, the softness of her chest hit his and she came again. Steven grabbed her hair and pulled just enough to make her have to strain to pull her head back down, which in turn made her pussy tighten just enough around him and he couldn’t hold back. He was done for and let himself go inside of her. He pulled harder on her hair as she pumped her hips up and down faster and harder. The sound of their skin hitting each other made Steven pull harder. The last bit came out into her and he pulled her head back to be able to watch her face as he thrust his hips upward hard into her. Her head came up to meet his as he lifted her knees up off of the bed with his body to get as deep as he could. He quickly let his body down as he opened his eyes; she was coming back down towards him with her mouth wide open toward his face. Steven pulled the back of her head hard and put his other hand on her shoulder.
Her eyes were sunk into her head and wrinkles crossed her forehead, her skin was a dark brown color and her hair felt greasy. His hand slid out of her hair, but not without catching some tangles through what now felt like a rat’s nest instead of the softness he had just felt. She looked as though she had been starved and he could see her cheekbones almost poking through her skin. Her skin sunk in at her collar bone and her tits were definitely no longer the firm double d’s he had just ran his hands over. They sagged down and her nipples were nonexistent.
He placed his other hand, once untangled from her hair, on her other shoulder and pushed her up and away from her face. She still pushed forward and chomped her brown looking teeth towards him catching only air. As she tried to move in to get a bite, he realized he was still inside her. It was no longer tight as he had just felt, but just drooped around his dick. He threw his ass down into the bed trying to get out of her and get her off of him. He knew that if he let go of her shoulders she would have the bite that she was lusting for, but he wanted his dick out of this rotter. He had lost a bit of strength after cumming, but was gaining it back quickly with each lunge she made toward him to take a bite. He brought her down towards him about an inch and pushed as hard as he could backwards.
*** Steven sprang forward from his bed while being drenched from head to toe. He brushed his hands over his eyes trying to catch some reality and got up and made his way to the shower to wash the thoughts of this nightmare away.
CHAPTER SEVEN
I WOKEup to the sound of the backhoe
squeaking in the distance and the sun fully in my face. I stretched out and looked around to see my family was gone and I was all alone except a letter my wife had left on the bed.
“My love, We left out to the cafeteria to grab some breakfast and left you to sleep since you strongly needed it. If you awake before I return, join us, if not, I’ll bring you breakfast in bed. Yours truly,
Kris” I smiled and tucked the letter into the pocket of my blue jeans that I was about to put on and pulled them over my ghostly white legs. I had to get up and make motions around the room to inquire a shirt and socks, but finally landed a clean pair before putting on my boots and walking out of the door to join my family.
I was shocked to see they were eating pancakes when I walked into the chow hall, it had been forever since I had eaten any and it was my favorite breakfast food.
“Hey honey!” Kris called out from her seat. I was still dragging ass walking to the table. “Hey babe.” She pulled me out a chair and I sat down. Seems how, I’m not a morning person, I stole a bite of of Kris’s pancake to make sure they were good before deciding if I really wanted to walk up to the front and grab my own plate. It had a pretty good consistency, so I walked to the front and got a plate and a cup of coffee without greeting anyone. I sat back down and mixed my coffee with one creamer and two sugars.
“Who’s running the backhoe?” I asked. “Steven. He’s been working since before I even got up.” She responded. I started cutting my pancakes into bite sized triangles. “I figured he would have been the one that slept in.”
“Why is that?” She asked. I shoveled several of the triangular pieces of fluffy goodness into my mouth. “Because he was having shitty dreams last night. Gizmo and I had to go check on him…Speaking of...where is Gizmo?”
Kris pushed my cup of coffee towards me, while trying not to insult my rudeness of talking with my mouth full. “He’s running a crew out at the tower. From what I was told about an hour ago, he brought a new guy into our compound this morning.”
I dropped my fork onto my plate. “What guy?” “I don’t know, honey. Finish eating and you can go ask Gizmo all these questions. All I know is Tina was in here a bit earlier and said there was a man with dreadlocks outside the gate that Gizmo had let in.” She replied.
I picked my fork back up and continued eating. “I’ll check him out and help get the framing done on the tower.”
My wife started laughing. “You really aren’t a morning person. Did you not see the tower on your way in? They already have it framed up and should be running the ladder and roof on it by now.”
I dropped my fork back onto my plate. “Really? I guess I should get my ass out there then.”
I pushed my plate over to my son Daltin that was sitting across from me with his head laid on the table and staring at my food as if he was going to use the “force” to mind travel it in front of him. “Here you go piggy boy.”
I kissed my wife and grabbed my coffee before heading out to meet the new guy and to see the progress.
I couldn’t believe my eyes when I walked out of the chow hall to see the tower was up. They had even built it about ten foot higher than I had originally planned. A ladder hung off of the side and had been secured to the sides.
I walked over when I heard Gizmo throwing out his shit. “Damn brother, I was wondering if you were going to sleep the whole day away while we work?”
Before I could manage to talk shit back, I saw the new guy’s head lean over the side of the tower. “Bo is that you?”
He turned his head and placed his hand at an almost salute to block the sun. “TJ? Holy shit!” He started climbing down the tower. “I take it that y’all know each other?” Gizmo suggested.
He made it to the bottom and ran up and gave me a hug. “How’s it been brother?” “It’s been fucking crazy. How the hell did you wind up here? I thought you wasn’t ever coming back to Texas.” I followed up with.
He threw his dreads over his shoulder . “Kind of hard not to when the world seems to be plagued. I figured Texas would be a safe bet, seeing how y’all pack all the guns.”
Gizmo was still standing there shifting his head side to side to follow the conversation. I looked over at Gizmo. “Oh, I’m sorry brother, this is Bo Dinkins. We used to play shows in a lot of the same spots back in my band days before he moved off to Florida.”
I looked back over at Bo. “Have you ate?” “Na bro , I was walking through an
d saw the top of this tower. Figured I could climb up it and get a better view of where the hell I was going and found this guy that was kind enough to let me in. Figured I’d chip in and help out since he was nice enough to not leave me stranded.” He responded.
“Well, come on. I’ll take you to meet my wife and kids and get you some food.” I suggested.
He turned and looked at Gizmo that still had a confused look on his face. “Only if it’s okay with you.”
“Yeah, go grab something to eat.” Gizmo stated. We walked off and headed back to the chow hall. Kris was taking my empty plate from Daltin and headed to the front to return it.
“Hey babe!” I called out to her.
She walked up staring at Bo. “Hey, you must be the new guy.”
“This is Bo Dinkins.” I told her. She looked at him and then looked back at me. “As in Bo Dinkins, your old friend and vocalist of Murderfly?”
I started laughing. “That’s the one.” Her eyes lit up. “Oh wow, well I’m happy to meet you. TJ and I have talked about going on vacation to Florida and seeing one of your shows for quite some time before the world went to shit.”
He held out his hand and shook her hand. “That would have been cool.”
Daltin walked over and stared upward at Bo whom towered over him. “I know you.” Bo took a knee and held out his hand. “Hey little man.”
“H-hhi.” Daltin hesitantly stated while shaking his hand. “That’s my son Daltin and here’s my daughter Shianne.” I stated while pointing my daughter out.
“Hey Daltin, why don’t you run up to the front and tell Milissa that we need one more set of pancakes.” I guided my son.
“It’s nice to meet all of you.” Bo still being polite to everyone. “Go find you a seat and my son will bring you some food. I’m sure we’ll catch up more later, but I’ve got to go help get some work done.” I told him.
