“I sense some moving closer. I’d say 20 to 30 give or take.”
“Shit! How close?”
“Not that close. I can’t tell exactly, but...” I pause to try and get a better feel for the exact number and how many are moving toward us.
“Let’s give it a shot, Wunder. We’ll go as a group and ask if we can scout the area where you’re sensing them and take action before they get too close. We won’t know until we try. You’ve never steered us wrong yet. I don’t see why we would be denied right now.”
“And what will we say to them Tank? Think about it for a minute. None of the heads know what I’m about and I plan to keep it that way for as long as I can. I don’t want to be a permanent pin cushion or labeled as a freak for the rest of my life. No, thank you, sorry.” I take a deep breath and wait to see if he has anything else to say after listening to my lovely rant but he remains silent and looks a bit guilty.
We both turn our heads to the sound of a vehicle coming fast right in our direction maneuvering the last second to avoid hitting us, then coming to a hard stop.
Tank and I look at one another and our other team members who are gathering around us and we move toward the vehicle as a solid unit.
All the windows roll down simultaneously and there is a total of five people within. Two are unfamiliar to me and the others are a part of various RIP units.
“Wunder, Tank.” Ron, the driver and also Sterling’s right hand man speaks up first. “Sterling wants you two to come along with us to the next town to help assist the supply truck and some other RIP members that are trapped. They’re completely surrounded by over a hundred infected with no more ammo and no way out.” He nods his head toward the members in the back. “Lane and Elliot are going to take your place here until we return. Sterling wants his best for this and you two are it.”
The two RIP members that are to stand in for me and Tank are now exiting the vehicle and introducing themselves to Jonah and the others.
Tank and I look at one another with knowing smiles and hop right in, taking the now vacant seats even before they’ve even cooled from the previous passengers.
Ron peels out, even before we get the door closed and gets right to the point. “What’s going to happen right now is we’re going to meet up with one more member, Justin who’s readying another vehicle. You two are going to go with him while we take this one. We’re going to park approximately a quarter of a mile out from the rendezvous point and foot it in with guns a blazing and swords a chopping. We want everyone that matters in one piece, no bites and as many infected exterminated as we can make happen. We have eight people to extricate at this point. There were twelve originally. But four had no patience to wait. One got infected and took his own life while a zombie was gnawing at his ankle. It’s not going to be pretty. I hope you’re both ready.”
“We’re always ready.” Tank states, while I’m thinking the exact same thing.
We’re all loaded up with weapons beyond imagination and getting closer to our rescue mission fast. No one abides the speed limits posted. We haven’t done this for years!
I’m sensing them stronger and stronger as we draw closer. There are more than a hundred, but I keep that to yours truly. I cannot give myself away. I shift myself toward Tank. He and I are seated in the back while Jonah drives. I catch his eye; give a slight shake of my head and motion for him to look at my hands.
Luckily, we have done things like this before and have a way to communicate without words to one another. Putting up one finger and doing a double zero signal. Then, he glances back at my face and I nod my head for him to look back at my hands and put up one finger with the double zero and a plus sign.
His eyes widen, but he catches himself and clears his throat.
Then, I sit and think; How in the hell are we going to get through over one hundred infected fuckers and all come out in one piece?
Tank shoulders me back to the present. The vehicles are slowing down, getting ready to park, so we can start tracking it to our destination. I’m formulating a plan of attack in my head just like my dad always tells me to do. “Be prepared for anything Wunder and always make use of what’s at your disposal. Anything can be used as a weapon.” I turn to Tank and tell him, “I have a plan...”
Zombie Toast
After taking only a few minutes to dish out the new plan, we go in groups of two and surround as much of the area as we can. Each of us holding machine guns with the ammo draped over our bodies like we’re Rambo wannabe’s. We’re strapped with a shit load of other killer weapons as well that say, “THE END” with their actions alone.
I have a ton of 2-in-1 magnetic throwing stars circling my waist. One of my all-time favorite weapons. There’s a 2.5 inch star stuck on top of a 3.5. Makes for double the weapon and I’m one accurate throw!
We’re all in place and waiting for the signal. There are already a good thirty or so VERY dead infected littering the streets.
After a heart beat passes, Ron shouts, “Everyone grab cover!”
Gun fire erupts and all hell breaks loose. The infected don’t stand a chance against guns. Especially, when each person firing is a perfect shot. We’ve already taken down at least thirty or so and they are still coming on strong. These fuckers are fast! Luckily, bullets are faster or we’d be zombie toast.
The infected bodies are piling up higher and higher. I don’t recall ever seeing such a sight. It’s fucking great! Tank stops to reload while I’m still shooting up a storm. “Hurry Tank! I’m almost out.”
“Got it. All set!”
Perfect timing! When Tank starts firing I hear the tell-tale click-click, letting me know I need to reload. Swiftly reloading and ready to fire, I hear Ron shouting in the distance, “Look out!”
Both Tank and I turn toward his voice and see Justin surrounded by about eight infected. I think fast and hand Tank my gun while removing stars from my belt and making quick work of four of the fuckers. Dropping them like dead fruit falling from a tree on a windy day, then making work of two more.
Justin is kicking one of the bastards in the face repeatedly.
Then, the other of the original eight has her eyes set on me. She starts running full speed at me like a freight train.
I pick up my pace as well while pulling out my dagger and slicing her throat before she even knows what hit her.
Justin is still fighting with the one bastard he’s been kicking for what seems like forever.
An easy kill for me since this infected is practically lying on the ground. “Justin move, NOW!” I make quick work of stabbing the fucker in his cranium; I then snap his head clear off his shoulders with the assistance of my blade.
“Thanks Wunder.”
I give a slight nod and hand him the only gun I have left which now leaves me with just a few stars, four grenades, my dagger and bare hands to finish off the few that are left.
He takes off toward Ron while shooting down a few zombies in his path until the gun empties, making it to Ron and getting a new piece locked and loaded.
Tank runs up beside me while I’m trying to sense how many are left. It’s difficult to explain how I can sense the infected and tell the count. It’s almost like a second pair of eyes floating around and seeing everything through night vision goggles. Similar to green hued auras...I only see three—no make that two left.
Ron gets one right between the eyes and it drops hard.
I sense more behind the warehouse and I tell Tank as much, so we head in that direction. I only sense seven of them. But there’s no way I’m about to let any of them live. I pull out a star and separate the smaller one from the larger one and am ready for the kill.
What we see before us is an absolute horror. The four infected are feeding on two children, one no more than eleven years old. The other victim is even younger—so tiny and helpless.
I quickly swallow the lump that forms in my throat and aim for the kill. I drop two within a few seconds and Tank takes down the rest with
his gun.
I don’t sense any more infected around as far as my senses go. But the children that were just attacked are going to come back once the infection runs its course. “Tank, I—I can’t. Those poor kids. What are we going to do?”
Just then, Justin, Ron and two others come running around the corner and stop in their tracks. “Oh, shit!” They shout in unison.
“I got this ya’ll”
I shift my eyes and look at this monster of a man. This dude is HUGE! I thought Tank was large and in charge. But this guy makes him look miniscule. His accent sure as hell does not fit his look. But who am I to judge? I’ve not heard many accents except for some German, Irish and Italian throughout the years. I’m thinking a Texan; maybe.
He looks at all of us and his eyes stop right on me. “Ya’ll go about your business. I’ll wait and take care of what needs to be done here. Go on. There are others that need you.”
We are all staring at him.
I turn to Ron and he gives me a nod. Right now, I honestly don’t care what the guy’s name is or even who he is. I just can’t stomach this part of the job. Those poor kids. They barely got to live and now...?
“Let’s go, Wunder. We need to get the supply trucks back and help whoever is left and get them settled in their new homes. It’s one long ass night for us.” Tank tugs my arm to get me to start moving where we need to go.
We walk back a bit slow to where the supply trucks and others are and I see some of the other RIP members moving infected bodies, so a path is clear for traveling through. Both by foot and by vehicle. I mean the ground is covered with infected bodies beyond belief right now.
Just then, I hear someone say, “We need to pile them in the center over there, so nothing in the surrounding area can catch fire when we burn them.”
A faint recognition flows through me. That voice. It’s so damned familiar. I feel warmth in my abdomen and every tiny hair on my body is standing on end. I look to my left and cannot believe what I am seeing. I think it’s him. The boy—make that the man from my dreams. It has to be! It’s as if I’ve seen him before and I’m feeling the same warm feeling I experience in my dreams whenever he is near. I only see his side profile. But WOAH! What a profile. He’s built like a man who works out daily. A sleek, tall and incredibly attractive piece of perfection. I want to see his full face. If only he’ll turn around.
I’m staring right at him, mentally asking him to please look at me over and over in my mind.
Suddenly, he stops chatting it up with his friend and whips his head in my direction.
Those eyes! Oh my god—those eyes. They’re beautiful. He’s beautiful. I’m rooted to the spot. I cannot look away as he stares at me.
He looks stunned. He says something and his friend turns to him. But it seems as if he brushes him off.
I try to read his lips, but all I can make out is the words shit and myself. I can’t stop the smile that blooms on my face. Did he just say—he shit himself? For real? Nah, it can’t be that.
He says some other words to himself or to his friend maybe?
I try, but I just couldn’t make them out from this distance. I’ve never been a good lip reader. Right about now, I really wish I would have practiced more. I need to know what he’s saying. His gaze is so intense and I feel as if I should move towards him. I get a moment of doubt. What if it’s not him? The one from my dreams...
Tank nudges me. “Wunder? Come on woman. Let’s go. I would like to get some sleep tonight at least.”
“Yea, alright. One thing first. Do you know who that guy is right there?”
“Which one? There’s more than one over there you know.”
“The one with the jet black hair, bright eyes dressed in all black. He’s standing next to Raul.”
“Oh yeah, that’s one of the new guys. His name is Pete. Don’t know anything else about him though.”
I forced my eyes away from the man I think might be my destiny and follow Tank in the opposite direction. I feel dream-boat’s gaze on me as I walk away. It’s fine. I’m not worried. He’s going to be coming to live in my town now. I’ll see him again. I know it. I feel it in my soul...
~Pete~
I need to find this woman whose been haunting my dreams for so long. Don’t get me wrong. I’m loving the intensity of each one. So damned sexy, erotic even. This dark haired goddess is rocking my dream world and I just can’t get enough of her. I can’t begin to imagine what it would be like to have her body pressed against mine.
Well, that’s a lie. I actually can imagine it all. Skin to skin. The feel of my erection snuggled tight against her abdomen. The feel of her breasts warm against me while doing the most explicit sensual dance. Flesh meeting flesh.
Looking into her mysterious eyes while owning her body, making it respond to my every touch, lick and nibble. Hearing her scream my name in completion over and over again while my cock gets harder than I ever thought possible. Just thinking about her is causing it to leak moisture from its tip as if it would burst. “DAMN!”
What the fuck is happening? These dreams keep getting stronger and more realistic as the years go by. It’s almost as if I’m getting closer to her. That’s if she’s even real. I remember when the dreams first started, they were more innocent. Just boy meets girl type deal. No sex, no intimate touches. Never very personal. Just laughter, fun, explorations and deep conversations. All very enjoyable and memorable.
I recall the day most of that changed. I’ll never forget it. It was the night of my eighteenth birthday. In my dream that very night, she came to me with the greatest gift imaginable. Just a smile and a sexy red silk ribbon around her neck. We were on a beach at sunrise, just the two of us. She had a blanket laid out with fruits and a basket with who knows what because I didn’t care to look at anything but her. She’s all I ever wanted.
We stood there consuming one another with just our eyes.
I wonder if she sees me the same way I see her. I can make out practically everything but her eyes. They are blurred in a way; almost censored. I can still see how she’s devouring me from head to toe. Her hot gaze stops briefly at my crotch and she slowly licks her bottom lip.
I look down and see I’m wearing black swimming trunks and they are tented as far as the fabric will allow. I glance back up and can’t help but wonder what’s going through her mind. Who this ‘wonder girl’ of my dreams. Why is she on this beach so exposed, completely nude and so comfortable in her skin?
Moving slowly, gracefully towards me with her arms out, she’s motioning for me to take her hands while staring straight into my eyes.
She seems to be looking for something and I’m not sure what. I don’t hesitate though, I take her hands.
Pulling me gently towards the blanket, she motions for me to sit while she still stands.
My face is now directly level to her crotch and my mouth waters. She has such perfect skin and full breasts that I itch to touch and taste. I’ve never had sex, but have watched plenty of porn. So, I’m not unfamiliar with the female anatomy or the many things that can be done. I’ve often wondered what a woman would taste like against my tongue. This woman, in particular.
I don’t even know her name. We’ve never asked that question of one another. It’s always been just fun, playing, smiling and watching and enjoying whatever scene surrounds us during the dreams.
She breaks me out of my reverie state by asking me if I want to unwrap my present.
I don’t even know how she knows it’s my birthday, but it really doesn’t matter much. I nod in reply because in all honesty, I’m at a loss for words. Her beauty leaves me speechless.
She then presses her palms against my chest and pushes me down. Forcing me to lie back. She now straddles me, careful not to press against my erection.
Thank god for that, it’s already at the point of unbearable pain. Never have I experienced such a hard-on. I’m looking directly into her eyes now, waiting for her next command, patiently, trying to plead with
my eyes for her to please tell me what she wants me to do.
She then, lifts her head up as if she’s looking up at the sky for something, and then tells me to unwrap her.
All I need to do is pull the end if the bow and I know it’ll slide right off of her neck. So, I do just that and I was right. I now hold the silky material, warm from her body heat in my left hand and bring it to my nose to see if it carries her scent. I take a deep breath and almost come right there. She smells amazing. Like the sweetest of strawberries to be devoured and savored at the same time. Delicious and juicy, ripe and ready. I feel her eyes on me. Only to look up and see she has a sexy, yet mischievous smirk on her lips.
She leans back a bit, moving further down my thighs all while staring at me and gliding her hands down my stomach.
An involuntary shiver courses through me as she makes her way towards the waist band of my swimming trunks and starts to shimmy them down. I realize she can’t get far with my ass planted on the blanket, so I raise my hips causing her to let loose a full blown smile and then a hum of appreciation as my cock springs free.
The rest I’d really rather not think about right now. I need to get my head together for today’s mission. It’s really hard not to think about that moment though. It’s...to date...the best time I’ve had in my life. Even though it is only just a dream.
Once again, I find myself drifting back to the memory. It’s really hard to forget something so real and memorable. I’d swear I lost my virginity that night. But no, I didn’t. I just woke up with soaking wet boxers. All sticky and nasty clinging to a still hard cock. Stop it Pete! Yeah, I scold myself. I need to beat feet and get moving. I can’t do that if I continue to drift to my dreams and the woman who haunts my every thought. Deep breathing, Pete. Get it together!
My unit has a major mission today. We have to get the supply trucks and whoever is left in this town moving to a more stable community.
Many who were here, either left to try and find an area that was not infected—yeah good luck with that—then others died or became infected themselves. So, there are only a handful of us left and a unanimous decision was made for us all to go to a more fully developed and populated area which happens to be the next town over.
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