The Zombie Zovels (Book 1): Zombie Suburbia

by Lake, D. K

  I nodded and he kissed me again, his hand glided over my breasts and I placed my hand on his biceps, gradually moving it higher to the back of his neck. His hand began to roam around again and started moving lower down. I panicked a little and grabbed his wrist with my other hand. He looked at me and I felt silly for overreacting. “I'm sorry, I'm nervous, like really nervous!” I said, releasing his wrist.

  He kissed the end of my nose, and I let him move his hand to where he wanted. I chewed on my lip as he slid his hand into my panties. He touched me and my breath caught in my throat. No one had ever touched me there, and now Lane Walker was touching me there... and I was liking it. I couldn't believe this was happening. Random thoughts suddenly filled my head.

  We should stop.

  I quickly pushed those thoughts away, deciding just for tonight I would let myself fall into Lane and let him consume me. I moaned a little and slipped my hand over his arm and down his back, avoiding his shoulder. Another moan escaped my lips. He gave me a look and a lopsided grin. “I must be doing something right.” he said, before crushing his lips against mine again, hungrily kissing me.

  My fingernails dug into his back, and he kissed a trail of kisses along my jawline, all while my breathing was getting louder and speeding up. I barely felt him nibbling my neck as I was on the verge of exploding from pleasure.

  Fuck... oh, my... I think I'm gonna...

  I moaned loudly, temporarily forgetting we were meant to be keeping quiet, hiding out in the motel. I panted loudly resting my head back on the pillow. My insides tingled like never before. I was still on cloud nine and hadn't even noticed Lane slipping my panties down my thighs. I kicked them away and he laid back down next to me.

  “Was that okay?” he asked hesitantly, before kissing me softly.

  “Oh, yeah!” I replied, breathing heavily.

  He moved his hand back down there and I felt his finger inside me this time. I gasped a little and he smiled at me and brought his hand back up.

  “Well it certainly feels like you enjoyed it, and I needed you to relax.”

  He leaned across me and grabbed the condoms. He sat up and tore open the pack with his teeth, took one of the foils out and chucked the box on the floor. I nervously covered myself over with the bedsheets again, not able to tear my eyes away from him.

  He looked back over his shoulder at me. “What's wrong?” he asked.

  “Nothing,” I said, looking away, busying myself reorganizing the pillows.

  “You've seen me naked before.” he said, dropping back down beside me.

  “Not like that. It's going to hurt isn't it?”

  He kissed my shoulder, then my lips. “Alex, I would never hurt you intentionally.... if it hurts too much I'll stop, okay?”

  “Okay,” I mumbled against his lips.

  He nudged my legs apart with his knee and covered my body with his. I think my brain had frozen as I lay there unable to move, staring up at him. His body was mouth watering, he was perfectly chiseled and muscular in all the right places. How could someone look so good when they didn't have access to a gym? He lifted one of my legs up and I snapped out of my daze and pulled the other one up.

  “Ready?” he asked.

  I giggled a little.

  “What?”

  “Sorry, it's just you say that when we enter abandoned buildings or open random doors.” He chuckled.

  “I'm sorry, I'm babbling. I'm so nervous.”

  “Okay, how about, are you ready for me?”

  I bit back a laugh. “Okay wait a minute, I'll try that one more time... Are you ready for me to be your first?” he asked.

  He leaned down and whispered in my ear. “And your last.”

  I must be dreaming. I thought.

  I was about to say something when he covered my mouth with his, and I forgot what it was I wanted to say. A few moments later he started to push inside of me, I tensed, all over, and he stopped.

  “Alex,” he murmured.

  “S-sorry,” I stuttered.

  He kissed me again and ran his hand down my side and over my thigh. Distracting me with his kiss as he pushed all the way inside of me. It stung, and felt strange. I bit down on my lip and dug my fingers into his biceps.

  He rested his forehead against me. “Are you okay?” he asked.

  “I'm okay.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Uh-huh.”

  He waited for me and I nodded reassuring him. He was worried he was hurting me. It did hurt, but it was bearable. He kissed every inch of my neck, and with each kiss, the pain started to subside. He moved inside me and after awhile, I started to get used to the way he felt inside me. Before long he started making his own noises, moaning against my mouth as he dipped down to kiss me. It didn't last too long and soon he made one final sound of ultimate pleasure and collapsed on top of me. He kissed my collarbone and turned to look at me.

  “You all right?” he asked, panting.

  “Yessss!! That was amazing!” I grabbed his face and pulled him toward me.

  I was dangerously close to falling in love with Lane Walker.

  He moved off of me and pulled the condom off. I straight away noticed the blood, even in the dimly lit room.

  “I'm sorry,” I said, sitting up, holding the covers to my chest.

  “What are you sorry about? I should be sorry, I did this to you.”

  “I wanted you to, though.”

  “Was it that painful?”

  “A bit at the start, then after awhile it wore off.”

  He turned to me and rested his hand on my leg.

  “Alex, I lo-”

  “Don't say it.” I said cutting him off.

  “I'm not allowed to tell you I lo-”

  “Lane, no! It changes everything if you say it.”

  “We just had sex! You don't think that changes everything?”

  I shifted around under the covers, looking for my panties.

  “Why have you always got to be so stubborn?”

  He stood up, pulled on his boxers, I ignored him and grabbed a soda from the nightstand. “Fine! Have it your way. I won't say it. I think it's pretty obvious how I feel about you anyway. I don't need to tell you.” He stalked into the bathroom and slammed the door. He re-emerged in his Tshirt. I had since found my underwear and my vest top. I went into the bathroom and freshened up and splashed my face with some water to cool myself down.

  I walked back into the bedroom. Lane sat against the headboard, with his knees up, resting his arms over his knees, a lit cigarette between his fingers.

  I climbed into bed and neither one of us said another word. When Lane finished his cigarette, I heard him gulping down a soda, then he blew out his candle and leaned over me to blow out the one on my side. He hovered over me for a moment longer than necessary, then moved back to his side of the bed. I felt bad, for upsetting him, but it was for his own good. I didn't want him risking his life for me. I didn't need him risking his life for me. Maybe he was right, I was stubborn. I sighed louder than necessary.

  “I'm not even tired,” I said randomly, not expecting him to respond.

  “Me neither.”

  “I'm hungry,” I complained.

  “Do you want me to get you the protein bar?”

  “No... save it.” I said.

  Rain started to fall outside and fell heavily against the roof.

  “I hope it doesn't rain tomorrow. We'll get drenched on the bike.”

  “The weather's not going to get any better. It'll probably snow soon. What did you do last winter?” he asked.

  “I dunno, managed somehow. Found shelter where I could and tried not to stay still for too long in the cold weather. Remind me to pack a couple of blankets tomorrow.”

  “Shame we don't have a car.”

  “Even if we did it would eventually run out of gas.”

  “Do you think we'll find another safe house... a proper one?”

  “I hope so. That's the plan... keep going until w
e find somewhere safe.”

  “There must be more facilities still withstanding.”

  “I've only ever come across three, and they were all abandoned and in a bloody mess, full of dead bodies... zombies and humans.”

  “What do you think happened to the survivors?”

  “They moved on, like you. Looking for other survivors. Did you check the reception for another map?” I asked.

  “Yeah, nothing, just leaflets for some luxury spa down the road. It looks even more secluded than this place. We could check it out if we find it.”

  “Yeah perhaps, I don't want to travel too far away from the main roads, though, and not on foot. We need to be heading toward a town or, at least, a gas station so we can check for gas and food supplies.”

  “I don't think the bikes got much gas left in it.”

  I let out another frustrated sigh and Lane moved closer to me under the covers. He hooked his arm around my waist and hugged me. “Don't want you getting cold,” he said, close to my ear. “Maybe want to get some bigger panties to keep you warm, I don't think those lacy ones are gonna cut it this winter.”

  “Stop it,” I laughed.

  “What? It's true.”

  “Okay, just stop mentioning my panties, you're gonna get yourself all worked up again.” “Too late.” he said, even I could hear the smirk behind his voice.

  “Sleep.” I said, firmly.

  “Yes, ma'am.”

  Chapter 13

  The alarm buzzed loudly, making me jump. I reached over to make it stop, the same time Lane did and he ended up squashing me.

  “Sorry,” he said, grabbing the alarm, looking for the button, and pressing it down. “That scared the crap out of me.” I said, lying back down and closing my eyes again. “I thought you wanted to get up early?” he asked, cuddling up beside me.

  “Five more minutes.” I murmured.

  When I opened my eyes again I soon realized I had fallen back asleep. Lane had one of his legs entangled with mine and his arm was draped across me. I sat up and his arm fell away. I spotted the clock lying on the bed.

  “Lane,” I said, shaking his arm.

  He rolled onto his front, ignoring me, burying his face into the pillow.

  “C'mon, get up, it's gone eleven. I can't believe we fell back asleep and slept for another four hours.”

  “Maybe we should just stay another night?” he said, barely audible with his face in the pillow. “We can't, we're running out of food, we have to start moving.”

  I climbed out of bed and opened the curtains. Outside the rain had stopped and left behind muddy puddles.

  “Lane, time to wake up.” I said.

  He rolled onto his back, yawned, and tucked his arm behind his head. “I'm... awake.” he mumbled, before closing his eyes again.

  “Don't fall asleep again.” I laughed, jumping up and down on the bed. I climbed over him, straddling him. “Wake up, sleepyhead!” I leaned closer, and my hair fell into his face. He opened his eyes, sat up, and wrapped his arms around me, preventing me from escaping. “I'm awake.” he said, moving my hair aside, softly kissing my shoulder, then my neck. “We need to get washed and dressed.” I said, kneeling up.

  He spanked my ass and grinned at me. “Owww!” I said, quickly climbing off him and sliding off the bed.

  “I'll be there in a minute.” he said, reaching for his pack of cigarettes.

  I filled the sink with cold water and began by washing my hair. I rinsed it the best I could in such a small sink, then I wrapped it up in a towel and filled the sink again. Lane walked in, yawning, and lifted the toilet seat. I waited until he was finished.

  “What are you doing?” he asked.

  “Waiting for you to leave the bathroom.”

  “Why?”

  “So I can wash myself.”

  The thought of Lane seeing me naked again had my heart thumping unevenly and my cheeks burning.

  “Have you completely forgotten about last night? I saw you naked, made you-”

  “Lane!” I said embarrassed.

  He laughed. “I've seen you naked before, Alex.”

  “Yes, but everything is different now?”

  “Yeah, you're being really weird now.”

  “Just give me five minutes.”

  “What? I thought you woke me up because you wanted me to get washed and dressed, now you're telling me to get out.”

  “Five minutes. Go and open the canned tin of soup.”

  Lane rolled his eyes at me before leaving me alone and closing the door. I washed my body thoroughly, then dried myself and put on some fresh underwear, and attempted to de-tangle my hair. The door opened and Lane walked in with a bowl of soup and a spoon.

  “Five minutes?” he said.

  “What can I say? I'm a girl, I like to make sure I'm properly clean, it takes longer... and so does the grooming.” I said, yanking the brush through my hair.

  “I think you should give up on that idea.” he said, watching me fight with my hairbrush. “I need conditioner so badly.”

  “You need breakfast as well,” he said.

  “Ugh. I hate cold soup!” I said.

  “Well, there's a saucepan in the kitchen if you really want to warm it up. But you'll have to build a fire first, then stand out in the cold weather waiting for it to warm up-”

  “Oh, give it here.” I said, taking the bowl from him.

  I sat on the edge of the bathtub and Lane dropped his boxers to the floor.

  “Lane!” I said, diverting my eyes away.

  He laughed. “You can look if you want, just bear in mind this bathroom is a little bit nippy and the cold water isn't going to help the situation.”

  I stood up to leave and he held his arm out in front of me. He leaned down, kissed me lightly on the lips, then pulled away to look at me. I smiled at him, trying not to look down.

  “You're really naked.” I stated.

  He dropped his arm letting me pass, smirking at me. As I left he spanked my ass again. “Jeez... Lane! I'm gonna get you back for that, and the one before that.”

  “I look forward to it.” he said, filling the sink.

  We sorted through what we wanted to take with us, blankets, one towel, soap, spare T-shirts. We couldn't take too much as we couldn't fit much in our bags. I did manage to squeeze in two toilet rolls and packed a bowl with a few pieces of cutlery for us to share. We were almost ready to leave, I used the bathroom one last time, walked back into the bedroom and Lane chucked something at me. I caught it and looked at the item. It was the box of condoms.

  “Pack those.” he said, picking up his smokes and lighter from the nightstand.

  “Fine, but they're going in your bag, just in case you hook up with some hot zombie girl, I don't want you catching an S.T.D.”

  “That's cute.” he said, winking at me, before walking out of the motel room.

  I packed the last few items and grabbed the map. As I folded the map up to fit into my bag, I noticed Lane wandering around the ground outside the motel. I watched him as he walked around in a circle.

  What is he doing?

  Five minutes later I was ready. I stepped out the door, loaded down from the weight of the bags. Lane was already waiting on the bike, leaning on the handles bars. He flicked his cigarette away and pulled his skeleton neck tube up his face. I adjusted his rucksack on my shoulders, watching him. Lane looked so good sitting on a motorcycle, like he was born to ride one. As I stepped off the deck, I could see what Lane had been looking at. Footprints covered the muddy ground, going round and round in aimless circles. There appeared to be more than one set of footprints as well. Maybe it was a good thing we were leaving.

  Lane nodded his head at me to hurry up. I took a few steps toward the bike, but stopped, deciding I wanted to take a few more sodas with us, worrying we wouldn't find anything else for a while. I hurried back to the vending machine and filled up the empty space in our bags with extra soda cans. I turned back to Lane making sure my messenger
bag was securely done up when movement in the trees caught my attention.

  It looked to be only the one, but if there was one there could be more. I walked across the deck toward Lane, trying to tread as lightly as possible. I pointed at the trees and he looked over his shoulder. He waved me over and I quickly climbed on behind him. The roar of the motorcycle notified the zombie of our presence. The bike started to move forward and I looked behind us, watching the zombie stagger out of the trees, tilting its head as it watched us drive away. It was a short, fat, male zombie, dressed in a blue fleece, dark trousers and was missing a shoe. Its face was smeared with blood and I think he was missing an ear. It didn't bother to chase us, not that it would have got very far. I turned back around and held on tightly to Lane as we drove away. We turned left when we reached the main road, heading in the opposite direction, away from the Lab. The cold air swept over my face, so I leaned closer to Lane, burying my face against his back. We drove for some time, during which, it started to drizzle and the air grew chillier. I flipped my hood up and hid my face. I soon looked back up when I realized the bike was slowing down. “What do you think?” Lane called over his shoulder as the bike idled.

  In front, there was a large sign with, Serene Oaks Spa, decoratively written across the front in large letters.

  “There might be something useful up there.” he said.

  “Or it could be a zombie hotspot.” I said, only half joking.

  “Well, I'm driving, and I think we should check it out.”

  We drove along a narrow, windy road, that didn't look too bad to start with, but the further we went, the worse it got, with debris and garbage littering the road. With each bend in the road, I became more and more anxious. I had a bad feeling about this place.

  The building finally came into view and the scene before us was gut churning. Random body parts littered the ground and there was garbage everywhere. The place was surrounded by trees, but there was a chain-link fence up to keep the wildlife out. I don't think it had kept the zombies out, though. Lane parked the bike beside the fencing.

  I reluctantly climbed off the bike and looked around.

  “What do you think happened here?” Lane asked, pulling his neck tube down.