"Black Friday": A story from "The Walking Dead"

[MarieDavisRPs]

OOC thread

Day 2: "Black Friday", 7am:

Paige Greer with Paul Granger at Rick's Outdoors and Sports

Carl Henry's voice over the PA system awoke Paige from a deep, peaceful sleep. She rolled in the double sleeping bag to find Paul lying on his back, still asleep but stirring. She smiled, remembering their time in the shower. She'd never cum three times in such a short time. It had happened over the course of a full night or a weekend. But no man had ever done that to her so quickly.

Seeing Paul's eyes finally open, Paige rolled closer and slid atop him as she told him, "You were incredible last night."

As she engaged him in a slow, erotic kiss, she lifted her lower body enough to find, grasp, and begin stroking his cock. She giggled, informing him, "You're sticky." Another deep kiss, and she whispered, "I can fix that."

While Carl continued his morning update, Paige mounted Paul and began working at driving them both to orgasm. They were on their way when Paige heard Carl say, "I'm sure that the crew over at Rick's will make sure we can cook our food and keep our spaces warm."

Paige lifted up to sit over Paul's groin, slowly rocking back and forth to take hiss full length in and out if her. "My God ... that feels good. You feel good."

Looking around herself as if she could see through the tent's walls to the contents of Rick's camping department -- coincidentally, the very goods about which Carl was speaking -- she asked, "Are we...? Gonna give the others things to cook with ... and keep warm."

She hesitated, then clarified, "I mean ... without asking for something in return. I mean..." She looked down to the pads and blankets that made up their current bed, saying, "I mean this works ... for camping over the weekend or fucking for a night ... but I wouldn't mind having a real bed."

She listened to Paul's response, then returned to fucking him hard and fast until he came and, twenty or so seconds later, she did, too.

"Paige and Paul in Rick's," Carl's voice returned to the air around them. He let them know that he was coming their way.

"Looks like we have time to shower before company arrives," Paige said as she rose up off his cock, then stood. She held out a hand, smiling. "C'mon, let's shower and make some breakfast. I'm yearning for some rehydrated potatoes and jerked beef sticks."

 

[HumanBean]

(OOC: Continues from here. OOC thread)

Carl Henry (over the Family Resource Center, in which is Kara Wilson; also, in Rick's with Paul Granger and Paige Greer)

Day 2: "Black Friday", 7:30 am, give or take:

Carl was nearing the place where he'd spoken to Peter Jacobs the day before. He heard a female voice calling out but couldn't immediately make out the words. As he got over the FRC, he heard the last bit of what was being said. "It's Kara from the Family Resource Center. Can you hear me? Carl!"

He knelt down over a ventilation duct and pulled back the cleanout port door. He responded, "Kara? It's Carl, from Security. What's wrong?"

She repeated what he'd missed. Carl sat back on his haunches, horrified. He realized that the new corpse outside the FRC had been Peter. Was he supposed to confirm her assumption that her friend was dead? He considered it. Instead, Carl asked, "Are you safe inside there? Are the kids safe?"

She explained about caring for the children on her own. Carl could hear the stress in her voice. He told her, "I'm going to get you help. I promise. I'll find someone to help you with the children. And I'll get you food and water. Give me 30 minutes. I'll be back in less than 30 minutes. Can you keep it together that long?"

Carl knew he shouldn't have said that last part as soon as the words came out of his mouth. It implied that Kara was losing it. She was of course. But he didn't need to remind her of that. He repeated, "30 minutes, Kara. And I'll be back."

He listened to her response, then continued onward to Rick's. He reached the maintenance hatch and descended the ladder. Paul was waiting for him. Carl couldn't help but glance around for Paige, then ask softly, "Well, did you wash her back?"

Paul laughed. "A gentleman doesn't speak of such things." Then, after a smirk, he whispered back, "Three times."

They were still chatting softly and laughing when Paige came into the storeroom. Carl waved and greeted her. He took note of the new clothes on both of them. He tugged at his uniform. "I wouldn't mind swapping these for something different. Something clean?"

Paul pointed. "Men's sportswear over there." Pointing another direction. "Men's outdoors over there. Take what you want."

He caught a look from Paige. He contemplated his words. "Hey, Carl. Listen."

Carl stopped and turned back. "Paul continued, "We heard your announcement about us providing stuff to the other survivors. And we agree. We're more than happy to share what we have here. I mean, it doesn't belong to us. It belongs to the corporation, obviously."

"What corporation?" Carl mused. He looked toward the southside doors. There were more Walkers there, trying to get in or simply strolling by.

"I know what you're saying," Paul responded. "Still. Paige and I have things we need, too, if we're gonna be stuck here for a while. Beds. Bedding."

He couldn't think of anything else beyond that. Rick's Outdoors and Sports had pretty much everything they needed for a survival situation. That was, of course, what they promoted, above and beyond hunting, games, and sports.

"We'll get to that," Carl said. "I promise. First things first. We need to search the entire mall for survivors. We need to clear it of Walkers and ensure that all the outside doors are in fact closed. Then, we'll see to everyone's needs."

He looked to Paige, asking with a tone of hope, "Do you like children?"

She would respond or not, and he would explain about the Family Resource Center. "Kara desperately needs help."

Paul sent Carl off to find some clothes, even telling him that he could shower if he wanted. The Security Supervisor said, "Not right now, on the shower anyway. I promised Kara I would have help for her. And food and water for the kids."

"We'll pack up a box of food for the Center," Paul said. He pointed to a corner in the storeroom. "And we have a pallet of disposable bottles of water over there. We brought them in for the Christmas parade weekend after next. We'll distribute them."

Carl headed off. Paul turned back to Paige. He smirked, asking, "So. One bed or two?"

 

[HumanBean]

(OOC link)

Day 2, Black Friday, at Dollarama:

Jared flinched at the same loud crash that had awoken Abby. There'd been a difference in the source of their alarm. Abby had been asleep and, therefore, had had no idea what was happening. Jared, on the other hand, had been the one responsible for the crash. He'd been helping Ronnie get the sign into the window. Not looking behind him as he shifted position, he'd bumped the sunglasses display. Unable to stop it, he'd simply watched it tip over and fall slowly to the ground. It reminded him of that time he'd watched his father cut down an incredibly tall fir in their backyard.

"Sorry," Jared whispered to Abby when he saw her jolt upright. He realized that he really didn't need to be quiet now. He'd already alerted each and every Walker in the immediate area to his and the others' presences. Gesturing toward the back of the store, he told Abby, "Jay put on coffee and cooked up some scrambled eggs. Some of that non-fridge stuff in the cardboard container. It's not bad, really."

They continued with the sign installation until it was secure. Ronnie had come up with the idea of speaking to Carl this way. It would work until they came up with something better. Something better, of course, was what the first message on the board was. It read, We have walkie talkies and remote-control cars with Bluetooth cameras. Would these be of any help to you?

Jared and the others already knew that Carl and the Security Force had their own radios. But they were private band radios, not walkie talkies. They relied on the local towers having electrical power to receive and transmit. Walkie talkies only needed batteries. Of course, their range was only about 200 yards. But Jared didn't think that the mall was longer than 200 yards anyway. (It actually was, though. Full length from the northwest corner of Urban Planet to the southeast corner of Rick's was almost 300 yards. Mall map).

"So, the plan is simple," Jared told Abby. He dismounted the display dais to approach his love interest. "When its safe to open the gate a few inches, we use the RC cars to zip walkies all around the mall to whoever needs them. Carl, that guy in Rick's, whoever."

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

OOC thread

Paige Greer, with Paul Granger and Carl Henry in Rick's; also with Kara Wilson at the Family Resource Center.

Day 2: "Black Friday", nearing 8am:

"... Paige and I have things we need, too," Paul told Carl, "If we're gonna be stuck here for a while. Beds. Bedding."

"Girl stuff," Paige added. When the guys looked her way, she chuckled. "Apocalypse or no apocalypse, a girl still has her time of the month."

They talked about ensuring that the survivors got what the needed, but Carl turned them to what he thought was a bigger priority: finding survivors.

"We need to clear it of Walkers," he told them, referring to the mall's interior, "and ensure that all the outside doors are in fact closed. Then, we'll see to everyone's needs."

"We'll help with that," Paige said, volunteering both her and Paul. She only now looked to him, asking, "Won't we?"

She didn't care what Paul's response was; last night had been the most excitement she'd had in a long time, and -- ignoring the fact that she'd nearly gotten dead -- she wanted to partake of such things again soon.

"Do you like children?" Carl asked, his question out of left field. "Kara desperately needs help."

"Not particularly," she said without hesitation. She saw that that was the answer for which Carl was looking. She rolled her eyes, asking, "How can I help?"

They talked more about what Kara needed before Carl headed off to find clean clothes. Paul looked to Paige, asking, "So. One bed or two?"

"One, of course," she said, moving to Paul and laying a big wet kiss on him. She smiled and teased, "I'm hoping that was the answer you were looking for. They kissed some more, even groping various body parts after looking to ensure that Carl was coming back already. When they separated, Paige said, "I'm going to put together that box for Kara."

Later:

Carl ascended the ladder first, then pulled up the backpack -- not box -- of supplies that Paige had put together for Kara. The three of them traveled to the ceiling over the Family Resource Center, where Paige stayed behind while Carl showed the attic passageways to Paul.

Paige illuminated the area with a trio of battery-operated lanterns, then used the tools from the Assembling Department in Rick's to disassemble the ventilation duct above the FRC. It took longer than expected, but eventually Paige was looking down into Kara's relieved face.

"I wonder if this is how Santa does it," Paige joked, "when you don't have a chimney."

Even though it was probably overkill, Paige secured some mountain climbing gear to a steel beam and lowered the backpack down, followed by herself. She was shocked to find all eight of the children involved in silent activities: drawing, stacking bricks, watching television with Bluetooth headsets, or sleeping.

"How the hell did you do this?" Paige whispered.

"Bribery," Kara answered. "I promised them cookies from the Food Court at lunch time. Most of these guys have the attention span of a ... well, nothing has as short of an attention span as a child, so, most of them have asked me about the cookies at least a couple of times."

Paige hurriedly opened the backpack, dug around inside it, and pulled out packages of graham crackers, chocolate bars, and marshmallows. She told the surprised Kara, "We sell all of these for campers who want S'mores but don't want to make another trip to the grocery store."

The two women dumped out the backpack, inventoried it, made plans for a better, late breakfast, lunch, and dinner, then found a quiet place to sit and talk. Paige was upfront about telling Kara that she wasn't interested in becoming a part of the FRC's childcare. "But I'll make you this promise. First, I will do all I can to help you discover if any of the parents are still in the mall. Second, I will find you someone more qualified and suited for this work. And third, I will do everything I can to make sure that you have the supplies you need to keep your little rugrats happy ... and calm."

They talked about the loss of Peter and of what the man had meant to Kara. She leaned in close and admitted, "He was going to make love to me last night. It would have been my first time. But..."

Paige was amazed that a woman who looked like that had never been conquered. Every guy who'd ever met her had had to make a try, and yet Kara had turned every one of them down? Incredible. They chatted more about Peter, the Walkers, the children, and more before Paige finally said, "Listen, I need to see if I can catch up with Carl and Paul. I'll see you back here in a couple of hours, okay?"

 

[HumanBean]

OOC thread and Mall map and directory

Paul Granger and Carl Henry in the "Attic"; introducing Kim Gashi

Paul wasn't sure of leaving Paige on her own to tend to Kara Wilson at the Family Resource Center. She was, though. He instructed, "When you get done here, go back to Rick's. Do not wander around up here. We have no idea whether or not it's clear up here."

He looked to Carl, asking, "Do we? I mean, can the Walkers get up here?"

Carl literally shrugged his shoulders. "Dunno. I mean, I haven't seen them climb stairs yet. Of course, we don't have stairs in the mall that they would have a reason to go up. The only stairwells are employee only. They all have doors, most of them locked. Security key access only. But, I guess, if someone left one of the doors open."

Carl didn't finish that thought. He didn't want to think about Walkers being up here. The passages were poorly illuminated. There were twists and turns that were hard to peek around without possibly having a Walker right there, waiting for breakfast.

Paul looked back to Paige. He tried to read her expression and body language. His instructing her on how to remain safe didn't seem to have gone over well. But then, she'd always had a good poker face. He finished by smiling and whispering, "Be safe."

Carl led the way through the passage. Paul had referred to the walkways and the space around them as the Attic. The name would stick. Unlike many modern shopping malls, Gateway had no second-floor businesses. It had never been intended to be a massive shopping center with hundreds of stores.

There were only 60 suites intended to provide commercial or social services. Not all of them were currently occupied.

Some of the larger suites had higher ceilings. These were mostly the anchors: Urban Planet, Ardene Superstore, The Brick, Rick's Outdoors and Sports, and the northeastern suite which was currently empty. The Attic was little more than the portion of the upper-level construction between the roofs, the upper walls, and the first floor's ceiling that included walkways for maintenance and more.

Most of the passageways were on the interior side of the taller stores. There were some places where they were on the exterior, too. Carl didn't know this now, but these outside passages would come in handy latter down the road. When the mall became a target for raiders.

"We need to go back to the Security Office, first," Carl said. "I need to look for new signals from survivors in the suites."

It was good that they did, too. A quick run through the cameras found three new flags that hadn't been there the last time he'd looked. He got onto the PA, identifying the suites by name and business name. He wanted them to know he was coming.

There first stop was the Ardene Superstore. The company was family owned and based in Canada. It had started as an accessories and jewelry retailer, expanding into clothing, shoes, and more.

Like all of the anchors, Ardene had actual accesses to the Attic. Carl and Paul wouldn't have to cut into the suite like Paige was doing back at the FRC. Carl had told the survivors there that they needed to unlock the access hatch. Oh, Carl could have gotten in without their help. But it would have required using a fire ax to break the latch, just as the fire department would if they'd had to get in.

Carl knocked on the access. A moment later, it swung downward. He smiled down to a familiar face. With a taunting tone, he said "Kim Gashi, you're still here."

"What the fuck is going on?" Karl asked. His response showed his near total ignorance of what was happening.

"Haven't you been listening to the news, Kim?" Carl asked as he gestured the other man upwards.

Kim climbed the last rungs of the ladder, saying a simple, "No."

During the upcoming conversation, the other two men would learn about Kim's lack of knowledge. He'd left his cell phone in the Food Court when the Walkers hit the glass doors and panicked everyone. And the store's office was locked, keeping him from the television, computer, and radio.

"I considered breaking through," Kim told them. "I was afraid they'd fire me. Of course, that got less likely as the day went on. But still."

Carl and Paul filled in what Kim didn't know. Kim caught them up on Ardene's. The gates had all been down and locked. And he'd been the only employee to get back from the Food Court.

"We need you to help us look for other survivors," Carl suggested.

Kim looked to the weapons the other two men were carrying and smirked. "Do I get one of those?"

Carl and Paul looked between themselves a moment. They had probably gone a bit heavy on firearms before leaving Rick's, to be honest. Over one shoulder, Carl was carrying a 12-gauge shotgun and a bandolier of shells. Over the other he had a Q Honey Badger. At just 20 inches in length with the stock not extended, it was the shortest semiautomatic rifle Rick's sold. Paul had suggested it, saying it was made for close quarters fighting. He also had a 9mm Beretta on his hip. Again Paul had suggested it, saying it was the least likely semiautomatic 9mm to jam.

Paul had armed himself with the same weapons. He'd wanted them to have the same ammunition in case one of them ran out. But Paul had gone farther than that. In the small of his back, he had a Sig Sauer, also 9mm. And for use through closed gates in case they needed such action, he'd brought something special.

It was called the APS: the Anti-Predator Stick. It was a simple device used for killing coyotes and wolves. It was a tube that was hammered down into the ground a foot or so, then loaded with a shotgun shell in the sky-facing end. A flavored pod at the end often led to hungry or curious predators biting at it. That set off the trigger and boom, blew the predators head into pieces.

It wasn't a very sportsmanlike way to kill an animal. But lobbyists from the Ranchers Union had spent a lot of money to get a law passed that permitted their use. Paul wanted to know whether they could be used through the larger openings in the gates to kill Walkers.

Paul pulled the Sig Sauer out of the small of his back and handed it out. He asked Kim, "You know how to use this?"

Kim took the weapon, examined it, skillfully popped out the clip, popped it back in, pulled back the slide to ensure there was a round up the pipe, and stuck the weapon in the small of his back. He smiled, responding with a simple, "Yeah."

"Okay, then, shall we get on with this?" Carl asked. "Paul, you know where to next, right?"

"Dollarama," Paul answered. "Check in with them about their radios, right?"

Carl had learned this morning that the radios were in fact nonfunctional. Oh, the radios themselves worked and were charged. But there was no signal coming to and from tower, which was ironically located just a couple of blocks away.

"Kim, you go with Paul," Carl said. "I'll go check on Urban Planet. There's no flag there, but I swore I saw someone on the cameras."

Then men discussed the Attic's passages and routes and headed off in their separate directions.

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

(OOC link)

The Dollarama "Gang"
9am or so:

Ronnie and the Dollarama Gang were ready when Carl knocked on the ceiling above them. Unlike how Paige and Kara had made contact by disassembling a ventilation duct, Ronnie put tall, strong Jay to work at the top of the tallest ladder they had removing the ceiling panels and a lighting fixture to give them access to the Attic.

After the two men came down, Ronnie introduced them to Dollarama's electronics section. She laughed at calling it that; normally it was just a selection of batteries, flashlights, cigarette lighters, and such. But for the Christmas shopping season, they brought in an array of electronics, from games to RC cars to drones to, thankfully, walkie talkies.

"I was reading the instruction manual last night," Rose said. She explained how each set of two was set on its own frequency right out of the Chinese factory. "But you can change the frequency, you know, in case someone wants more to talk to each other. We can do that."

After the two men came down to get radios, Abby showed them the work they'd done on Dollarama's inventory. Ronnie joined them to talk about sharing some of their perishables.

"We need things, too," Rose cut in. Gaining attention, she said, "If we're going to be here a while, we need proper places to sleep ... to live. We can't all sleep here on the floor."

"The Brick," Ronnie said. "That's where we get mattresses. And Blankets and More is pretty self explanatory. The real question is this: where are we all going to live? I mean, Dollarama has a bathroom, has a shower ... we can cook food over burners, over flames from you guys."

Ronnie indicated Paul with that last comment, knowing that camping stuff had been offered from Rick's She continued, "But we don't have bedrooms. We don't have privacy."

They spoke about it some more, but Carl and Paul had other places to visit.

 

[HumanBean]

(OOC: I'm going to perform that time jump we discussed. OOC thread)

The Brick
7pm:

Carl stepped up onto a solidly built coffee table in the home furnishings department and looked about him at the survivors of the Gateway Mall Walker Apocalypse. Someone had called it that, as if it had begun here. It hadn't, of course. But Carl had more important things to worry about than the name of a civilization-ending pandemic and cannibal uprising.

"Can I have your attention, please," he called out just loud enough to get eyes turning his way. He said softly, "Please?"

Many of those here were still traumatized by what they'd seen and heard over the last 30+ hours. He looked about the crowd, smiling. He'd never imagined that they'd find this many survivors. And it wasn't even all of them. It was only those who'd made it here for this meeting.

"So, I'm counting heads here," Carl said, jabbing a finger in the air toward the others. When he finished, he reported, "28. 28 of you here, including me. Add to that Kara and the 8 children in the Family Resource Center. Plus, I know of at least 6 people who didn't want to leave their suites. Didn't feel safe, and that's fine. We know where they are and that they'll be fine there."

A woman asked what was happening, as if all of this was new to her. Suddenly, the department filled with voices, all talking over one another. Carl let it go on a minute or so. Finally, he called for quiet. When calm returned, he relayed everything that he knew about what was happening out in the world and inside the mall, too. Others filled in what they also knew.

"So, here's where we are now," Carl said. He spoke about how they couldn't expect help any time soon. After a minute or so of argument about that, he again quieted them down. "We have to face the fact that we are on our own. We have to find a way to survive in here. We have to work together!"

The conversation continued for almost two hours. That entire time, a small herd of Walkers was out in front of The Brick, growling and snarling and jerking at the grill. Standing atop the table, Carl could see the gate from here. He'd asked everyone to the back of the store, though, because he didn't want them distracted.

"Listen, we need to wrap this up," Carl said, wanting to end a conversation that could otherwise go one for hours and hours. "I have an idea. For those of you who don't have the comforts of home in your businesses, why don't you sleep here tonight. There's at least a dozen display beds, and I'm sure there're more in the backroom. We can lay them put wherever we can make space."

"A few of us can go get food," Paul said. They discussed which suites had food that they had access to. He looked to Paige, asking, "You up for some grocery shopping?"

"What about the kids?" Kim asked. He clarified, "The ones in the daycare."

"The Family Resource Center," Paul corrected. "What about them?" He realized what the man was asking even before he could respond. And he realized what Kim was offering. "I'm going to head back to Rick's. I don't think Paige wants to spend another minute in the Center."

"I'll do it," Kim said without hesitation. "I'll watch over the kids tonight." He looked around himself. "Did I hear correctly that they need blankets and stuff?"

The two men made a plan to supply sleeping bags and pads from Rick's. They would fill a big back here with pillows. Kim snatched up a stuffed animal from a children's bed display. "And these."

Plans for each person were finalized. About half of the survivors headed back up the ladder. They went to either their original suite or to one where a friend had originated. The other half began making beds here. Carl helped lead the departing ones to the passageway branches that would get them where they were going.

Paul led those who were going his way. Eventually, it was just him, Paige, and Kim. At the FRC, they called down to Kara. Paul told her, "We brought you some backup. We're dropping some stuff. Heads up."

Each of the three had carried with them a couple of pillowcases of stuff: kiddy pillows, stuffed animals, and food that others had brought to The Brick get-together. They lowered them down to Kara.

Then Kim stuck his feet down through the disassembled vent and found the stepladder with his feet. He descended to the tabletop and turned to see Kara for the first time. He was instantly overwhelmed with the young thing's erotic beauty. He couldn't help but let his gaze take a walk up and down her form. He forced his eyes back up to her own. After a moment he offered his hand. "Kim. Kim Gashi. It's a pleasure."

From above, Carl called, "You guys set? Can we vamoose?"

"Yeah, sure," Kim said. He kept his eyes on Kara's until she looked up to the couple above them. Only then did he take another gander of her incredible bosom before looking back up again. He said with a touch of flirt in his tone, "How can I be of service, Kara."

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

(OOC: Time jump was perfect. I'm not going to respond for every female character. OOC thread)

Family Resource Center
10pm:

Kara was beginning to think that she and the children had been forgotten. Paige had stayed in the Center for a little more than four hours, keeping the children entertained while she herself slipped off to get a badly needed nap. But then the woman from Rick's departed to help with the search of the mall, and no one had checked back in with her, either in person or even via a one-way communication over the PA.

The growling of the Walkers was a constant irritation and reminder of the dangers beyond the Center's walls. Being in the backroom was good for her and the children in the sense that they couldn't actually see the Walkers, but the emergency exit door in the backroom's corner led into an employee/delivery hallway which was occupied by Walkers.

Then finally, Paige called down to Kara, asking with humor, "Hey, Blondie! You still alive down there?"

"Yes, I'm still alive," she snapped back angrily. "Where have you been all day?"

She heard Paul jump in, "We brought you some backup. We're dropping some stuff. Heads up."

Kara stepped back enough for the pillowcases of supplies to land on the big conference table between her and the step ladder. She asked what was in them as she dropped them in turn to the floor, getting a vague contents list that included pillows, toys, and -- thank goodness -- food and water. The children had finished off all of the dehydrated foods Paul and Paige had brought her earlier in the day. Kara had forgotten how much it took to keep a child's stomach happy.

The backup of which Paul had spoken began descending the ladder, his back to Kara. Her immediate thought was Oh, I wanted a mother-type. But by the time the man reached the bottom of the ladder, she was remembering that Peter had been one of the most skilled and thoughtful day care givers who she'd ever met.

When Kim turned to face her, Kara's eyes widened in surprise; he was unmistakably one of the prettiest men she'd ever laid her eyes on. She would have smiled in delight at having him spend some time with her if it wasn't for the fact that Kim's immediate act upon seeing her was to give her an up and down study that just reeked of sexual hunger.

"Kim," he said, offering out a hand. "Kim Gashi."

Kara hesitated before taking his hand, suddenly wanting to call upwards and ask if Paul could be her backup instead. But she did take Kim's hand, saying in as unexcited a tone as she could, "Kara Wilson. Nice to meet you."

He continued with the charm, telling her with a wide smile, "It's a pleasure."

From above, Carl called, "You guys set? Can we vamoose?"

Kara opened her mouth to ask Paige if she could speak with her, but before she could, Kim answered, "Yeah, sure."

She listened as the Rick's employees shuffled away through the Attic, then looked to Kim again.

He asked, "How can I be of service, Kara."

"Help me get this ladder down," she said, explaining, "I don't want one of the kids thinking they can use it to escape."

Kim helped Kara take the ladder down, then hopped down and offered her a hand in assistance. Again, she hesitated; she didn't want to encourage in him any thoughts that he had a chance with her. Hell, she'd been topless with the love of her life just the day before, only to have him brutally killed and eaten outside the FRC door.

"We need to get these into the backroom," Kara said about the pillowcases of supplies. No sooner had her backup entered the other room then the children -- all eight of whom were still awake, even the infant! -- immediately began making a fuss over him, most of them somehow instantly deciding that they liked him without ever having met him before.

They spent a half hour or so getting the children fed and down in their beds. A story was necessary, of course, and finally it was lights out, figuratively, for the backroom. Kara moved over a bit closer to Kim, pointed to an empty space on the floor, and whispered, "You can make a bed there is you want. I sleep over here next to the baby." She pointed to another door. "Bathroom's in there if you need. I'm going to use it first if you don't mind."

She went into the bathroom with a little sports bag, pulling out the sleeping clothes that Paige had brought her earlier today; they were a pair of pink long johns that fit her figure tightly, particular in her D-cup bosom. Kara took a moment to look at herself in the mirror, finding herself looking pretty sexy; she even turned this way and that to check out her curves. Then, she giggled softly, thinking Last thing you want is to look sexy for that wolf.

Kara instead stripped the long johns off and donned the much looser fitting sweat set that Paige had also provided her. Her bosom still looked wonderful, but at least the rest of her was somewhat lost in the looser fitting cotton. Heading outside, she gave Kim a quick glance and slight smile before slipping quickly into her sleeping bag. She turned off the battery-operated lantern next to her, then whispered softly, "Thanks for being here, Kim. I appreciate it."

 

[HumanBean]

OOC thread)

Family Resource Center
10pm:

Kim had always been popular with children. He was good with them, always willing to play with them and such.

Often, it was because he simply enjoyed interacting with them. He'd always been a kid at heart. That part of themselves that many grownups lost over time had remained in Kim.

Other times, it was because he was trying to impress the female caretaker in charge if them. Sometimes, it had been a MILF. Sometimes it had been an older sibling or babysitter. Kim had gotten laid a lot by being good to the children these women were responsible for.

Tonight he spent time with the kids for both reasons. The 8 children Kara had been carrying for the past day and a half took to Kim quickly. He took to them, too. They were enjoyable. He could see himself enjoying time with them in the future. Occasionally. For a limited amount if time, as had Paige before him.

His greater interest was, of course, Kara. She was simply magnificent. Face. Body. The whole package. Kim had slept with some incredible women in his life. But few had been as perfect as this creature.

She wasn't going to be an easy conquest, though. Kim knew that. He was good at judging women. She'd caught him ogling her in their first seconds together. He'd seen that. Her reaction hadn't been one of a woman ready to strip her clothes off for him at his asking.

He had patience, though. It might take a while. A couple of days. Several. Many even.

He could fail, too. It happened sometimes. But just like nailing Kara, Kim would know whether he needed to give up that quest quickly. A couple of days,. Several. Likely not many, though. He knew when to give up.

Kim spent some time with the children while Kara took care of what she needed to do. Toys. Crayons. Picture books. They partook of each and more.

One by one, Kara put the children down for the night. Eventually, only the two of them were still on their feet.

Kara pointed Kim to a place to make a bed. "Bathroom's in there if you need. I'm going to use it first if you don't mind."

"No, go ahead," he said, smiling. "Ladies first."

As she walked away, Kim studied her back side. Perfect ass, he thought. She should have been a model. Cosmetics. Clothing. Bikinis. Porn. He would have paid to see her in any media that showed her off.

Kara emerged several minutes later in a loose set of sweats. He would have preferred to see her in a negligee. Perhaps an oversized tee, her legs bared. But this really wasn't about what he wanted.

Kara gave him a quick glance before settling into her sleeping bag. Kim gave her a smile but didn't leer this time. He knew Kara wasn't going to appreciate the hard sell.

"I'm going to clean up," Kim told her as he headed for the bathroom. He stopped near her, saying, "I'm here to help, Kara, so don't hesitate to tell me what you need."

He scanned the children. Most already had their eyes closed. One of the little girls was smiling at him. They traded waves before Kim whispered, "Go to sleep, honey."

Looking back to her, Kim said with his most sincere tone, "You've done good here, Kara."

She turned off the lantern near her. As Kim turned to head away, Kara whispered, "Thanks for being here, Kim. I appreciate it."

He returned the smile. With total honesty, for reasons she might and might not appreciate, he responded, "I wouldn't want to be anywhere else."

 

[HumanBean]

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The Brick
11pm:

Jared drug a twin bed mattress from The Brick's stockroom and dragged it out into the store. He found an open space in Kitchen. He'd gone with two others to fetch bedding from Blankets & More, which wasn't far away. (Ste 210 just right of The Brick; map and directory). He used the store's men's room to clean up. There were still water pressure and hot water thankfully. He found what he needed in the store to take a rag bath in the handicap stall.

Unfortunately, Jared had to don the same clothes he'd been wearing for a day and a half. He'd find something new to wear tomorrow.

By the time he'd come back out, someone had turned down the lights throughout the store. He found his bed, but before lying down looked around. He was searching for someone in particular. And he found her coming out of the ladies' room. Trying to be inconspicuous, Jared crossed to intercept Abby on her way to her own bed.

Taking her hand and signaling her to be silent, he led her away to Furniture Department. There, he looked around for prying eyes. He saw no one. Then, he pulled Abby to him for what he hoped would be a passionate kiss.

He was actually hoping for more, actually. If Abby didn't resist his gentle urging, Jared would lead her to the nearest couch, sit her down, possibly even lay her down, to engage in their first real make out session.

 

[HumanBean]

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Rick's Outdoors and Sports
11pm:

Paul waited for Paige to reach the bottom of the ladder before dropping things to her. They hadn't needed bedding tonight, obviously. Their camping gear was fine for now. But they'd traded some of the packaged camping foods sold by Rick's for food the others had brought to the meeting in The Brick. They had milk, a beef stick, and more now.

Once they'd stored their stuff away, Paul pulled Paige to him, kissing her. Suggestively, he asked, "Do you need your back washed again?"

He badly needed to fuck her again, and he'd take it in the shower, in their tent, or anywhere she wanted to do it. If she wasn't in the mood, Paul would pout but would comply. They needed sleep, too.