Zed Days [Book 1]

by Nick Harland

  The sight that greeted me when the thick solid wood door opened was probably the last thing I would have expected. It was Lara Croft, not literally of course, she was older, her long hair was perfect and shiny and blonde as if she were from one of those hair product adverts, but otherwise it was Lara Croft. She was about my height and dressed in black body hugging sportswear, and what a fucking body. She had hips and tits to die for, perfect makeup including daring and inviting red lips, and a haircut that probably cost more than my car. She regarded me with beautiful light brown eye’s that squinted a little as she examined me. To top it all, and to complete the Lara Croft picture, she had a gun holster resting on each hip and was pointing two guns that looked like they came out of a science fiction movie straight at me.

  I was struck dumb until reflexes took over and I said, ‘Fuck me!’

  She smiled, lowered the guns, and after deliberately and obviously looking me up and down she said, ‘Well, you’re the only other person alive so probably at some point, but certainly not until you’ve had a shower and we’ve got to know each other. Well, come in before you attract any passers-by.’ Then she holstered her guns and dropping one hand to her side she clicked her fingers; Mutt obediently ran into the house and I obediently followed.

  I followed her down a long perfectly presented hall with expensive looking pictures and modern furniture that definitely wasn’t Ikea; but my eyes weren’t really on the décor. Her large hips and heart shaped arse were nothing short of perfect and her running bottoms hugged it as hard I would have if I were them. You may have gathered my preference is toward a woman with some serious curves.’

  She was obviously a fair bit older than I was but her bum was as round, toned, and as gorgeous as any twenty something year olds I had ever seen. Above it, her waist was small to the extent that if you saw a picture of her in a magazine you would assume it had been airbrushed. Her breasts were large but not stupidly so and her tight top was zipped down enough to reveal several awe inspiring inches of beautiful, soft, wobbly, cleavage. She wore some weird kind of rubber shoe that looked good for climbing. I was practically drooling by the time we reached the big open plan kitchen and she turned around again.

  She looked at me and said, ‘Have you seen anyone else alive?’

  I replied, ‘Nope, just you so far, a couple of dogs, but only Mutt here was friendly.’

  She raised her eyebrow, looked at Mutt and said, ‘Mutt, really, you couldn’t have done better?’

  I just shrugged my shoulders, then thinking I was starting to act like a teenager I said, ‘I was a spur of the moment thing and he doesn’t seem to mind. I’m Brad by the way, what’s your name?’

  She hesitated for a second before replying, ‘Eve, I guess under the circumstances it’s good to meet you. So what’s your set up, where have you been surviving?’

  ‘I had a flat above a pizza shop which was useful when I woke up and found the world had gone to shit. I’m setting up in a small water treatment building on the outskirts of the country park just down the road at the moment though, it’s just up the path to the back of the park, you might have seen it?’

  She looked at me and her smile wavered for a moment, ‘No, I haven’t been there, no dogs and no kids, so no point.’

  There was an uncomfortable atmosphere starting to build so I said, ‘I used to jog passed there a lot and even then I thought that in a Zombie apocalypse it would make a perfect base. It’s got an eight foot perimeter fence made of steel uprights with spikes at the top that’s sturdy as hell. There’s a quite a bit of space and the water treatment building has no windows, just two very sturdy sets of double metal doors.’ I hesitated, ‘Well one set now, getting in was pretty damn hard.’ I was trying to curb my swearing.

  She replied, ‘That sounds secure, where are you sleeping if you’ve wrecked the doors?’

  ‘I have a mattress in the back of my Range Rover until I can secure the building again and find some furniture. The compound has gates a big car can fit through. I only got into the building yesterday but I already have a load of food and water there. I stocked up on water before it went off.’

  She squinted at me again after I said I’d stocked up on water and I couldn’t help but feel she was assessing me. I thought I was doing alright though. She said, ‘I saw your car from the roof, it looks pretty messed up, what have you been doing, ram raiding?’

  I think I might have blushed, ‘Only once so far but I was making noise with the car anyway so I thought, what the hell. The shop widow had to come out one way or another, someone had managed to lock the door.’

  She paused, smiled, and replied, ‘I guess that’s smart…Where’s my manners, do you want a drink or something to eat? I’ve got plenty. I could last for a month in here but my husband always said that if I survived an apocalypse and he wasn’t back in a week, he would be dead and I should start looking for somewhere out of town and other survivors.’

  I looked down and said, ‘I’m sorry.’

  She smiled and replied, ‘You know my names not Eve right, you noticed me pause before I said it didn’t you?’

  I looked back up at her and said guiltily, ‘Yes.’

  ‘Don’t be sorry. My husband was an obsessive, clean freak, amateur survivalist with far more money than sense. He was away on the rigs ninety percent of the time, which suited me fine. I knew what I was getting into when I married him and it was my choice. As long as the house was perfect when he was home it was fine. Also, he had a decent body and liked to be told what to do in bed, as long as he eventually got what he wanted, so it wasn’t all bad. He was insanely jealous and I know he had me watched when he was away but I could go shopping and have coffee with friends, as long as they were women, and even invite them back as long as we stayed in sight of the windows occasionally. I’m happy it’s all over now though and I’m not the person who made those choices anymore, so from now on, I’m Eve.’

  She looked at me expectantly as I tried to take in everything she had said, but my massive erection wasn’t helping. Eventually I replied, ‘I like the reference, sort of a re-birth, the first woman, of the apocalypse at least. Well Eve, what do you want to do with your new life?’

  She seemed taken aback by my assessment and at being asked her opinion, which I thought was good. Then she smiled but somehow it was dirty, ‘I want to do all the things I haven’t been able to for years. It’s been over a week I’ve been waiting, just in case, so as far as I’m concerned I’m free now. I know I don’t want to stay here that’s for sure, I’m not a prisoner anymore.’ Then she paused and smiled, ’You know that Eve led her man astray?’

  I smiled back and felt my blood surge, ‘Yes, but I gather the apple was sweet.’

  There was an awkward moment and I got the feeling she was re-assessing me. Then she broke the atmosphere and looked at Seven which I was still holding. She held her hand out and said, ‘May I?’

  I handed Seven to her and she inspected it with interest, ‘What’s this? I recognise the brand, they do stupidly expensive fitness equipment, bikes and sports gear. It’s light, is this titanium or something?’

  I smiled a said, ‘Yes, it’s the crossbar from a bike with some cross section from the upright left on the end. For Zed killing you need speed and strength so it’s from a seven grand titanium framed bike. The skull crunching bits are long enough to do the job but not so long as to get stuck, it seemed better than the traditional choices of axe or baseball bat.’

  She gripped it more strongly and swished it around experimentally, ‘That’s fucking brilliant, he would never have thought of that, do you mind?’

  I nodded then retreated a step as she turned and swung Seven at full strength towards a very expensive looking coffee machine on the counter, it landed on the floor in several pieces and she smiled and handed it back to me.

  Then she grinned, winked at me and said, ‘It’s good I’ll grant you, but these are better.’ With that, she drew her two pistols and shot a hole more or less in
the middle of every painting visible from where we were. I was stood right there, frozen with fear if you must know, and she fired either side of me at one point. The pistols made much less noise than I expected, like a silenced gun in a movie, which was weird.

  When she finished and I had full control of my bladder again I said, ‘I can’t disagree with that. They look like they’re from a science fiction movie, and they’re quiet, what are they?’

  She slowly blew the end of each barrel and although my erection had been waning, the way she slowly puckered her lips made it surge back even harder. I was also pretty sure she was doing it deliberately which was even more exciting.

  She said, ‘They’re Maxim 9’s. They’ve only been out a couple of years. They’re expensive and have a built in silencer. My husband was ok with any activities I could label as survivalist so I’ve had lots of lessons and used to go to a gun range regularly. He insisted on a female instructor but I found one I fancied and his spies couldn’t follow me onto the range as it was members only and very exclusive. He had no idea I used to fuck her almost every week for about a year. I prefer men, but beggars can’t be choosers. When you have enough money it’s not hard to get exclusive use of the range for an hour.’

  I was about to speak when she looked right at me, her eye’s sparkling for a moment. It took my breath away. She said, ‘Well, I think the foreplay is over don’t you? Go upstairs, the first door on the left, and have a very long, very hot shower, you stink like rotting brains. It’s all gas from cylinders with a special water supply in the roof so it still works. You might want to limber up a bit if you’re going to keep up cos we’re gonna fuck every which way from Sunday. It’s been a long time since I’ve had quick, reliable, renewable service, and I intent to make the most of it, for hours hopefully. You’ve been hard since you walked in, I assume that means I can rely on you?’

  I thought I was going to explode there and then and I could only nod in reply before walking towards the stairs. I showered and shaved very thoroughly and apart from washing myself several times it was hard to leave myself alone. She came into the bathroom when I was drying myself. She was wearing a thin, silky, virtually see-through green robe that barely covered her lush bottom, and she hadn’t tied it very securely at the front. It left very little to the imagination as far as her breasts were concerned. Sure, they had dropped a bit now she didn’t have a sports bra on but her nipples were pink, not too big, and still front and centre. Her breasts looked real despite their size, lovely and big but not massive. I couldn’t wait to bury me head between them. I was speechless as she walked past me and slipped the robe off, catching it behind her and bending forwards so that she revealed the full glory of her bottom slowly enough to make me drool.

  When she was naked she turned and stood in front of me and raised her hands when I raised mine to indicate I should lower them again. She said, ‘The best things come to those who wait. You just stay right where you are and don’t move a muscle.’ Then she stepped forwards so her luscious breasts pressed slightly against my chest and gentle stroked up between my legs until she was holding me, ’Well, there’s certainly no keeping a good man down now is there. I’m going to get nice and clean now but I just want to check you’re clean and up to standard first. Remember now, you stay nice and still, no touching.’

  She only knelt in front of me for a minute and she was slow and gentle while she did. She smiled as she looked up at me watching her, her lips relaxed against me. She gently kissed and licked me and I saw her shudder once while she did. It was nice to know she was turned on by the experience too. I was more turned on than I had even been in my life. I could see it was as hard for her to drag herself away as it was for me to watch her leave me and she said, ‘Well, that all seems to be in order and without any sign of your attention waning at all. Keep this up, in both senses of the word, and we’re going to have a session to remember.’

  She made me stand there and watch while she showered herself and she didn’t so much as let me touch myself while she did, it was agony. I’m sure there was no need to use that much shower gel and watching her obviously enjoy squeezing her own breasts and pinching her own nipples sent so much blood south I thought I’d pass out. She would smile and pout her full red lips occasionally and the thought of them against my skin was tantalizing.

  Then she made me dry her but I was only allowed to touch her with the towel. She made me kneel down in front of her when I dried her legs and made me stay there to dry her bottom. She was perfectly groomed and seeing her so close drove me wild, but her instructions were very clear. When I started to dry her bum she moved forwards until I could feel the heat between her legs, and then she grabbed my hair and made sure she controlled exactly where I was. To help me dry her she bent one leg and went onto her toes then, still holding my hair, she pushed my face onto her inner thigh and said, ‘No licking or kissing, we’ll get to that I assure you. You just make sure I’m nice and dry.’ Her skin was as soft and smooth as any of the much younger women I’d been with and she smelled fantastic. I still hadn’t touched her myself but I was having the time of my life. It was strange and I wondered in awe that if she could make me feel like that without even touching her what it would feel like when I could.

  Finally she rubbed moisturiser all over herself. She prolonged the agony perfectly and I loved every second of it. Her breasts were everything I had hoped they could be and she used them to tease me to the edge of reason. I won’t describe the details of what followed, this isn’t that kind of book, and for all I know I might still be alive when someone else reads this and that would be weird. It’s enough to say I never even knew sex could be like that. For almost two hours I was in a totally different world and I could have died a very happy man indeed.

  Chapter Eight – Fear of the Unknown

  When we were done and got our breath back she found me a robe to wear and said, ‘Follow me, I have something to show you.’

  I followed her down the hall and into what seemed to be a big study with a very fancy computer set up that of course didn’t work. Smiling, she went to one corner of the room and shoved the wall there. It gave way to reveal the entrance to a decent sized room lined with what was basically a huge cage. I guessed it was a panic room and she didn’t patronize me by telling me what it was, which was nice of her. She punched in the code to the manual door lock. The room was packed with crates, boxes, and cupboards. Although there was a double bed in the middle there wasn’t much space around it.

  She walked over the low bed and opened what turned out to be a wardrobe. It was full of clothes each kept pristine inside its own plastic cover. She said, ‘I’m not sure what’s there but it should just about fit you and it was meant for survival situations. You’ve improvised pretty well yourself but this stuff will all be top of the range. I know there are some woven Kevlar jackets and tops, Gortex stuff, and who knows what else.’

  While I looked through the clothes and related gear she opened a similar wardrobe, grabbed a load of things for herself, and slung them on the bed. Eventually she chose what she was going to wear and I made no efforts to hide as I watched her take off her gown and get changed. Even though we’d only just done it seeing her reveal herself again was lovely and she even managed to make getting dressed look sexy. She chose flexible rather than heavy weight gear to wear and exchanged her flexible shoes for some lightweight walking boots. Her eventual get up was still body hugging and even though it was practical stuff, she looked amazing.

  I chose some heavy duty trousers partly made with Kevlar thread that had various pockets and reinforcement at the knees and bum. The memory of landing on the Zeds head on Franks bonnet flashed through my mind when I saw them and I had to have them. I still had a sore bum and the last couple of hours hadn’t done much to lessen that. I also put on a thin flexible base layer and the top that went with the trousers. I looked at some harness looking things with pockets and stuff but they looked like they were from a movie and would be nothin
g but deadweight in real life so I ditched them. Eve watched me closely as I went through the stuff and eventually got dressed.

  She smiled and said, ‘Good choice, simple and effective. I know none of the shoes will fit which is a shame but I assume we will be going shopping at some point so we’ll find you something then.’

  I put some more things I wanted to take on the bed and looked at her grinning, ‘So where’s the guns?’

  She grinned back and said, ‘I thought you’d never ask.’ She turned back around and opened a sturdy looking cabinet. Without looking back at me she said, ‘I assume noise attracts them which is why I chose the Maxim 9’s. I only have two and I can use them much better than you so you’ll have to go with the more old fashioned but still sturdy and reliable Werlod MkII. It’s a world war two gun but was still used in the Falklands and beyond. Although technology has moved on it’s a 9mm which is what I have the most ammo for and they aren’t much more noisy than the Maxim 9. Its accuracy drops off a lot at range and its bolt action which is slow, but it won’t let you down.’

  ‘When you get used to them you can still get off a shot every second or two. These are unused and rare but the silencer will still be worth shit after about 15-20 shots, two clips. I’ll be doing most of the shooting anyway though so it shouldn’t matter. Mine are semi’s and I can empty a clip of 15 rounds in a few seconds if I want, but the accuracy would be off so I generally wouldn’t.’

  Then she turned around and said, ‘The movies all tend to say you need headshots to kill them and you mentioned crushing skulls before, is that the case?’

  I nodded.

  Then she reached into the cupboard and took out a small, unimpressive, weird looking hunting rifle. I raised an eyebrow and she smiled and said, ‘You can hear a 50cal from a mile away, not that we have one, and I assume we don’t really need long range so much as fire rate, accuracy, and reliability. Yes we have a semi-automatic in the garage but they are heavy, eat ammo, and are noisy as fuck.’