Daisy and the Dead

by Bale, Sarah

  On our first venture out we witnessed our very first zombie followed quickly by the gruesome death of a child it was after. His screams still woke me up at night. My cousin and I fled back to her apartment with a handful of groceries. When the electricity went out a few days later we had to make a decision.

  We tried going to the neighbor across the hall, but found they’d left taking all their food with them. There was no one in the apartments that we could trust so we made the decision to head to the airport. If we could get back to my parents then we’d be safe. Of course it wasn’t that easy and we learned a few things the hard way.

  Finally we came across a seemingly nice couple that said they could help us get to the airport… in exchange for sex. My cousin volunteered and for weeks after she was a ghost of her former vibrant self. We both ignored the bruises on her body.

  By the time we got to the airport, all flights had been suspended, but we found a man who said he’d take us as far as his car would go. I didn’t realize it, but my cousin had sold her body for that trip as well, thus starting a vicious cycle that ultimately took her from me.

  “My, you’ve had quite a journey if you started in New York. Is Oklahoma your final destination?”

  I shook my head. “No.”

  I didn’t elaborate and she thankfully didn’t ask. We both sat there for a few more moments, lost in our own thoughts.

  Aunt B stood. “I’ll show you the kitchen side of the cafeteria, since that’s where I’m working this week. You can help, if you’d like, or you can watch.”

  I’d worked my share of fast food as a teen so I knew my way around the kitchen. Aunt B introduced me to an older man named Juan, who was the lead cook. I found he was the same cook that’d worked when the hospital was open. He was very proud of his spot amongst Sir’s men.

  “You see, I know how much food to prepare without wasting any. And Boss likes that. So I get to stay here where it’s safe.”

  I smiled. “Everything I’ve had so far has been delicious.”

  “Thank you. Now, Bertha is the queen of the serving line, but I’m the master of the kitchen. Would you like to see what all we do back here?”

  I nodded and let him show me around. Aunt B winked at me before tying an apron around her waist. Juan was very passionate about his work, showing me how he planned each meal.

  “I feed fifty people each day, give or take a few. When Boss has guests then I like to make something special, like cake. Lunches are our lighter meal, usually sandwiches. But dinner is where we shine. Tonight we’re having beef stew and cornbread and I’m using my mother’s recipe, god rest her soul.”

  “It seems unreal that you’re able to have all this.”

  He nodded. “I’ve heard horror stories from out there. But Boss found some very smart people who know how to farm and raise animals and it’s worked out.”

  “Yeah, we ate anything we could find at my old camp.”

  “I can’t imagine.”

  It was seemed unreal meeting someone that hadn’t had to struggle. Juan took me to a cooling rack where several loaves of homemade bread sat. He handed me a knife and together we sliced bread for the upcoming meal.

  “You’ve done this before.”

  I grinned. “I worked at a ‘Mom and Pop’ diner in high school as well as my fair share of fast food.”

  “Keep up this work and I’ll be asking Boss to make you a permanent member of the kitchen staff.” He handed me the heelpiece of bread and winked. “This job comes with perks.”

  I bet it did. Aunt B came to check on me once before the cafeteria opened for lunch. I joined her on the serving line and tried to put names with faces as I was introduced. Most of the men wouldn’t look me in the eye and I tried not to take it personally, which was hard.

  “It’s out of respect,” Aunt B answered when I asked. “They know you’re with Boss.”

  Ugh. So everyone knew I was his flavor of the week? Awesome.

  “When you’ve moved onto a permanent situation people will feel comfortable opening up to you. Right now they’re worried whatever they say to you will be used against them.”

  “I’m guessing that’s happened before.”

  “Of course. People like to look out for themselves.” She pointed to the dish room and said, “You can get a start on dishes, if you’d like. We can eat when you’re done.”

  I’d forgotten what washing mass dishes felt like, especially by hand, and was glad not everyone showed up for lunch. Aunt B said it was because some of their duties took them outside of the hospital. Sir never showed up, either, and I tried not to worry about where he was or whom he was with.

  I finally finished the pile of dishes and joined Juan and Aunt B in the cafeteria to eat my sandwich.

  “After we eat we’ll start preparing dinner,” Juan said.

  “Great.”

  I tried to make my reply as energetic as possible, but the thought of more dishes made me cringe. Of course there were worse things I could be doing at that moment. I focused on that thought as I helped prepare dinner. And when I was up to my elbows in dishes again I used that thought as a chant.

  I could do this.

  I had to.

  10

  Aunt B led me to Sir’s room after I put away the last cooking pot. He hadn’t showed up for dinner, so I brought him a sandwich in case he was hungry.

  “I’ll see you in the cafeteria in the morning,” she said with a wave.

  I was thankful she wasn’t asking me to help prepare breakfast, but also wanted her to know I could do any task she gave me. Sir’s words from the night before came back and I called out to her.

  “Do you know where I can find fresh linen?”

  Aunt B led me to a room at the end of the hallway and handed me a set of sheets.

  “Bring your soiled laundry here and it’ll be washed. You’ll eventually get to see the laundry room when it’s your chore.”

  I hate that I was making more work for someone, but it wasn’t about to go against Sir’s request. Back in the room I changed the sheets and then took a shower, washing away the grease from my skin. I was pleasantly surprised to see there was a fresh set of clothing for me on top of the dresser for tomorrow.

  I pulled out one of Sir’s white t-shirts and boxers and slipped them on. After braiding my hair I took all the laundry down the hall and put it in the soiled linen bin. Sir still wasn’t there when I got back. Maybe he was out finding a non-virginal conquest that could rock his world. Marianne’s scowl crossed my mind. Ugh. Seriously, what had he seen in her?

  I waited for about an hour before I realized I was wasting precious sleep time. Turning off the light I climbed into bed, my muscles aching, but in a good way. It’d been a long time since I felt that productive. And it felt nice.

  I dozed on and off for a few hours, subconsciously knowing I waited for Sir. He finally arrived and went to the bathroom to shower. I thought I caught a whiff of gasoline, but wasn’t positive. He came out a moment later totally nude.

  “Stand up and take off your clothes.”

  His words echoed back from yesterday. I’m a demanding man. I couldn’t ignore the flutter in my stomach. Standing, I pulled the boxers and shirt off. He pulled me toward him, kissing me. Our tongues clashed together until I was breathless.

  He broke the kiss and said, “While you look fucking sexy in my clothes you should sleep naked. That’s how you’ll end up anyway.”

  I nodded and he kissed me again. He walked backward, pulling me with him and sat on the bed with me straddling his lap. His erection pressed against my stomach and I rubbed against him. His sound of approval made me smile.

  “Ah, seems Daisy learned a few tricks. Want to learn another one?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Get on your knees.”

  That powerful statement had me shivering and I did as he commanded. He stroked himself, looking down at me. My mouth dried as a wave of nerves made my body quake.

  “I’m going to
fuck your mouth and then fuck your pussy. Am I clear?”

  My nerves shifted into something else.

  “Y-yes Sir.”

  He continued to stroke himself with one hand and with the other he held onto the back of my head, urging me closer. I settled between his thighs and he nodded, as if pleased. Reaching out I tentatively touched his cock, mimicking his own actions. He wrapped his hand around mine and guided me, showing me when to apply pressure.

  I rubbed him until his hips bucked against my hand. The purple tip of his cock glistened and I leaned forward licking the juices off, savoring the salty flavor. I then kissed the tip the same way he’d kissed my own private area the night before. His groan was deep in his chest and he wrapped my braid around his hand, urging me on.

  I continued to rub him, licking the tip as I would a lollipop.

  “Pull your head back and then take more of me.”

  I did as he directed, breathing through my nose as he pushed my head forward. His cock was thick and I gagged a little, pulling back. Sir gave me a moment before shoving my head forward again. My throat contracted as I swallowed and he moaned.

  “Fuck. Yes. Like that.”

  I did it again and he slipped further into my mouth. I looked up at him and saw his head was titled back in pleasure. And, oh, how I liked being the one making him feel that way. I moved my head back and forth until he began thrusting, holding me in place while he fucked my mouth.

  I held onto his thighs as his movements became frantic.

  “Fuck. You’re taking me down your throat. Does it turn you on knowing my dick is in your mouth?”

  I moaned and nodded. It did. His arousal fueled my own and my stomach tightened with want. He pulled back and began pumping himself.

  “Hold your tits together.”

  I pressed my breasts together and he came, warm spurts going across my chest.

  “Fuck,” he groaned out.

  I had to agree with him. He pulled me to my feet and pushed me facedown onto the mattress. His hand went to my pussy and he ran a finger through my juices.

  “You’re dripping wet, like I knew you’d be,” he said in my ear.

  I moaned and he slid into me.

  “I’m not going to be gentle,” he said as he nipped my earlobe.

  He began thrusting until I cried out. My body was still tender from the night before, but my cries were because I wanted more. He was unleashing something dark inside of me that only he could quell. I arched my back, needing him to finish me.

  “Please,” I begged.

  He pulled out and rolled me onto my back. He caught my nipple in his mouth and sucked on it, pulling his head back so that my breast stretched upward. Fiery pain made me gasp, but he didn’t relent. Instead, he sucked harder until I screamed. He let my nipple go and my pussy clenched as more juices filled my channel.

  When he moved to the other breast I was ready, savoring the exquisite agony. I scratched at his back and sank my teeth into his shoulder when he finally released my breast. His dark eyes were wild as I begged him for more.

  He entered me in a single thrust, filling me to the rim with his cock. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I bucked beneath him until he met my frantic thrusts. He caught my sensitive nipple with his teeth and nipped it as he continued to move inside of me.

  My body was on fire from the sweet torment he was giving me. His mouth found mine and we kissed. When he bit my lip, I returned the favor, tasting the coppery burst of blood on my tongue. My stomach tightened and I gasped against his lips as my orgasm built.

  My entire world went white as I came and I saw bursts of light. Sir bit my shoulder and his cock jerked inside of me as he came. We ground against each other until I came again. Tears leaked from my eyes and I felt weak, but he continued to thrust. My third orgasm left my voice shattered and Sir kissed me.

  When he pulled out of me my body shook again and he rubbed my clit as I came.

  “That’s right, Daisy. Fuck my hand.”

  I finally stopped shaking and Sir went to the bathroom. Holy shit. That was… wow. He came back and I expected him to throw the cloth at me as he had the night before. Instead, he gently wiped my chest down before moving to my pussy.

  “We’re going to need more sheets,” he said with a grin.

  I chuckled, still too tired to move. “I’ll be sure to do that.”

  Finally the need to pee outweighed my tiredness and I went to the bathroom. When I came out I was surprised to see Sir finishing changing the sheets.

  “I could have done that, Sir.”

  “I know. Hop in bed.”

  I did as he commanded and he got in next to me.

  “Thank you,” I murmured. “That was… thank you.”

  He didn’t answer and his soft snore filled the room. Sighing, I snuggled against him, letting myself get lost in a deep slumber.

  11

  Sir awoke me two more times that night for sex. Each time I reached my orgasm faster than the time before. By morning I was craving his touch. We stepped into the shower, never speaking as he slid into me. His thrusts were slow and tender and I wrapped my legs around his waist.

  We kissed, matching the tempo of our fucking. He groaned as he came and I was right behind him.

  “I should be back earlier tonight,” he said as he washed his hair. “The run I went on yesterday took longer than I thought. Fucking idiots don’t know how to follow an order.”

  “I hope you were able to resolve it.”

  “Had to make a point, but I think they got the message.”

  I didn’t want to know what he meant.

  Instead, I said, “I’m helping Aunt B in the kitchen today.”

  “Good. She’s a nice lady.” He kissed me and asked, “Want to have dinner with me?”

  “I’d like that.”

  We kissed again and then he pulled away, groaning as he pressed his forehead against mine.

  “As much as I don’t want to, we need to get out of here before we start another round.”

  I wiggled against him. “Can’t you play hooky?”

  “Not today.”

  I pouted, but took the towel he handed me and walked out of the shower. There was a dark mark on his shoulder and I touched it.

  “Looks like you have a battle wound.”

  He touched my shoulder and replied, “I’m not the only one.”

  We grinned stupidly at each other before he went into the bedroom and dressed. I did the same and we left the room at the same time. When we reached the cafeteria he kissed my knuckles.

  “See you tonight.”

  I watched him until he left, hating how my chest ached.

  Aunt B peeked her head from the kitchen door and said, “Oh good, you’re up. We could use you in here.”

  I nodded and went into the kitchen to help serve breakfast, which was grits and canned fruit. Juan waved at me as I put on an apron. The day went by in a rush and I got to help kill the chickens for that evening’s meal, which was a hell of a lot easier to stomach than killing rodents. At my old camp it was the one chore I’d hated. Aunt B had me put the feathers aside, saying we could use them for a pillow for Sir.

  By the time dinner rolled around I found myself looking for Sir’s dark head amongst the people. When he entered we made eye contact and I waved at him. I couldn’t ignore the tingling in my stomach, either. I hung my apron on a hook on the wall and told everyone I’d see them in the morning and joined Sir at his table.

  “How was your day?”

  He frowned. “Shit. But it’s getting better. Do you have to help with the dishes?”

  I shook my head. “Not tonight. I cut my finger when we were fixing the chicken and Aunt B doesn’t want it to get infected.”

  “Hurry up and eat.”

  The hungry look in his eyes left no doubt what was on his mind. I did as he said and we left the cafeteria, going to his room. He was undressing me before the door was closed and kissed me until I was lightheaded. And the sex wa
s amazing.

  Afterward, we lay tangled in the bedding and I laughed.

  “What?”

  “Just thinking I should bring a couple sets of sheets in here. You know, in case.”

  “Nah. It’ll be fine and we can do the really nasty stuff in the shower.”

  “Nasty stuff? I’m intrigued.”

  He grinned. “Let me rest first, you minx. Then I’ll show you.”

  I cuddled against him and fell asleep. He woke me later as his tongue swirled around my clit. I moaned and threaded my fingers through his hair, urging him on. I came with little gasps and he smiled up at me.

  “We can skip the nasty things if you want to fuck,” I said, feeling bold.

  He was on top of me a moment later, sliding into me. We both made sounds of pleasure as he filled me. His pace was slow, but I wanted more. Wrapping my legs around his waist I began to move until he got the hint. He began thrusting so hard that my breasts jiggled from the force.

  I came first, but he was right behind me. When his body had stopped shaking he let his full weight crash down on me and smothered my face with kisses.

  He lifted his head and asked, “When is your period due?”

  “Not for three more weeks.”

  “Good. We’ll have to be more careful when the time nears.”

  I nodded; knowing having a baby in these times was a bad idea.

  “When you’re on your cycle we can revisit some of the nasty stuff.”

  Laughing, I said, “Deal.”

  “I also want you to know something.”

  “What’s that?”

  His eyes were dark. “I’ve never slept with a woman without protection before. You’re the first. The only.”

  My heart pounded and all I could manage was a nod. He stood and went to the dresser.

  “I asked my men about your bag. Is this it?”

  He held up my green bag and I jumped from the bed.

  “Oh my gosh, it is! Thank you.”