Left 4 Dead (Closed)

The pathway back to the prison was not as dark as it had been leaving. The sun was coming up over the edge of the ocean and it felt like everything was fine. Except the moans of the infected were around. "We need to hurry," I ordered as I looked to everyone else. Then we heard a cackling noise then green stuff was flying towards us at a high rate.

"Fuck, spitter!" Rochelle exclaimed as she dodged the acidic goo and then looked to Francis who pulled up his gun and shot the special in the face. The thing collapsed into a pile of goo as everyone continued on.

"Yeah, bullseye.." the biker boasted.

Nick huffed and began to move faster. "Yeah, bullseye, but---now every fucker that might have been around just heard it."

I couldn't agree more with Nick right now. The infected were coming our way and we had to book it. "Run!" I got back on the communication. "We're gonna need cover! We've got infected chasing us.."
 
"To your stations!" I shouted running out of the shed with Kassie in tow, "Zoey and her team are being chased by infected." Dropping their gear and grabbing their weapons, we all rushed towards where Zoey and her team were coming from.

"Hurry up!" Francis called out before firing a few shells into their pursuers. Pushing the carts along they were slowed by the weight of all of the belongings they gathered.

"Tits!" Nick yelled when he saw a Smoker up ahead and to the right on their path. He was preparing to lasso one of them. One handed he aimed his pistol at the tall, thin, ugly looking bastard. It looked like the one that killed Caroline. Narrowing his eyes he aimed carefully and fired off one shot and then two more. The Smoker staggered backwards from direct hits and turned to escape, but one more shot found its mark in the back of the Smoker and a great cloud of green smoke erupted.

"Gotcha" Nick smirked.

"Whoa. Nice shot!" Francis smiled as he watched it.

Mounting the wall looking over the landscape we could see the cart bouncing along and behind them was another horde. Forming a firing line we leveled our weapons and prepared for them to get closer. At 500 meters it was difficult to get a good hit, but at 300 meters we got a better picture and with the water to our left it helped funnel the infected into a large congested target.

"Get to the gate and get it open!" I called down with Kassie and two sailors sprinting to open it up. "The rest of you, kill them all!" And blazed away.
 
The smoker was gone in a puff of smoke and everyone continued to book it for the gates. "Fuck! Get the boomers!" I said pulling out my pistol and shooting one of the fat bastards. The bile went flying only drawing more of the infected. "Fuck!" I cursed as I pushed the basket through the gate. I turned back around and looked to the infected, opening fire with the M-16 that I had taken with us. "Get through!"

Rochelle ran through with the guns in her hand, the basket pushing through the gates and turning to stand with me, guns opening fire.

Bullets were flying everywhere as the last baskets made it through. There were a few spitters but they were quickly dispersed. "What the hell?" Bill asked himself as he ran out to the front of the prison. He looked down seeing the infected coming and attacking the group. "Oh fuck no.." he cursed as ran down with molotov in hand. He went to the front of our group and threw the molotov allowing us a break. "Get inside!" he hollered pulling out a pistol to shoot as well, blasting the heads off a few of them.

I looked to Bill and smiled seeing him actually fighting with us again. I stepped inside and looked to Robert as the gates were closed behind us. "That...was close.." I pushed up to him and hugged him, holding onto him tight before I turned to Bill. "Thank you.."

Bill just shrugged reloading his gun before he turned away to walk inside. He still wasn't talkative but it was a start.
 
I came down to see the the looters and hugged Zoey tightly while Bill walked past without another word and disappeared into the darkness. "He's still not talking?"

Zoey shrugged her shoulders as Francis came with his shotgun on his shoulders and a beaming smile and gave us a thumbs up.

"You got everything you needed?" I asked.

"And then some!" Francis yelled. The baskets were brought forward with all of the sex items being patted by Francis.

I smiled at Zoey, "You did great. We also found some old cannons in the warehouse. They have ammunition and are being loaded onto the Pigeon right now.

Nick came by the baskets, his white suit spattered with bits of dried blood and boomer pile. He cursed at his white leather shoes being filthy.

"You alright, man?" came a voice. Nick stopped to look and there was Louis with a smirk on his lips.

"Yeah. Yeah" Nick nodded as he lowered his weapon in one hand. "Thanks for covering us."

"Not a problem" Louis smiled then held out his hand. Nick looked at it for a moment then raised up his hand and shook it firmly.
 
It was a personal feat to know we all had each others backs. I looked to Robert when he mentioned the baskets. "Yeah and Franny-boy here thought we could use these shelves as repair materials, in case we needed to patch up holes while he uses condoms to patch some others."

Francis smirked. "Oh hell yeah, we could definitely use them fo---Hey! Wait a minute! Don't call me that!"

Rochelle busted up laughing as she grabbed Francis by the arm to guide him and the baskets inside. It looked like she was smirking and he seemed like he was a bit butthurt, but I only smirked.

Louis and Nick seemed like they were getting along alright, at least that was a good thing. But Bill on the other hand -- he wasn't speaking at all. He was still in the darkened state and I could only frown as I watched the broken old man wander back into the shadows.

"Captain!" we heard a voice coming from the ship.

We all turned to notice it was Kate. "We've got word! It's weak but...it's from England!"
 
Zoey and I rushed up the gangway to the radio shack where Kate and Jackson were sitting listening intently. When we entered, Jackson gave me a headset as he continued to call out, "England station, England station, this is the Pigeon. Come in, over."

After a few seconds of static there was a weak voice coming through. "It's atmospheric bounce," Jackson said, "But it's there." It was too faint to hear at first. Jackson boosted the power then came a hissing response.

"Pigeon, this is Isle of Man Station. We read you, 2 by 5!"

We became overjoyed. At last! Other people.

"Isle of Man! This is the Pigeon. We're at Gitmo, Cuba" Jackson said. "We have a ship with people..."

"Copy that, Pigeon" said the voice. "Is there a chance you can come get us? We have a lot of people here and we're stuck on an island with no way out!"
 
I looked to Robert before I took the radio from Jackson. "Yes, but it might take a few days. What are your coordinates? What island?"

"I believe it's a small one off of Bermuda. I just know we are unable to get to the main island because...because of those infected in the water. Over."

Louis gasped. "Damn, their everywhere. Even in the ocean."

"Yeah, I bet that Tank boy ended up in the water and there might be more mutations down in the seas," Nick explained as he looked to everyone. "What are we going to do? I don't want to risk anything that might be a hassle to the crew." Everyone then looked to Nick in confusion. "What?"

"You never show a caring side to you," Francis said coming in with Rochelle, tucking a few condoms into her back pocket, a wide smirk on both of their faces.

"Aww! I think I'm growing on him," Louis said with a smirk.

"Yeah, you'll be growing something if you don't move away from me. A goose egg.." Nick said moving away from the black man, Louis only laughing at the comment.

Jackson looked to Robert. "It's your call, captain."
 
"It's a long shot," I said, "But we'll have to go for it."

"Whoa! Hold up" said Francis, "You're just going to go across the entire ocean just because of one voice? What if it's another trap like at that fort?"

Rochelle stood beside him, she wasn't convinced either of this plan for the same reason.

"Jackson, keep in communication with that person. Get as much intel of the area as possible and keep me updated. Find out how many people are there, infected strength, their supplies, everything that we can use."

"Understood, sir" Jackson nodded.

We had to go for it, but it was a blind long range shot. The Pigeon wasn't ready yet, we still had a few days to load up all of the supplies and get her ready to travel. "We can't go just yet" I said to them, "But that signal is the best one we have at the moment. We still have a few days. Perhaps we'll get another signal, perhaps not. But, we all know we can't stay here past these next few days. We have to find a safe haven, better than here."

"Far from here" Bill growled as he listened beside the door.

"We have the big guns being put in place on the Pigeon, and her hull is being examined, bunkers full, as well as supplies. We have a lot to do before we set out, that includes getting rest. Now, I suggest we carry on with our duties."
 
Bill huffed as he settled down in a chair to keep an ear on the situation rising. He wanted to hear every bit of the information taken down from the 'island' in question. He wasn't sure if it was worth the trip, but it would be worth considering. Perhaps they can get to that island and keep safe. Perhaps the new group could be supplied or he could teach them a bit -- help them to survive. He shook his head at the thought. He should only care about Allyson and Ellis. Hell, the only reason why he was caring about Ellis is because of Caroline's daughter. He was putting up with him anyway. The old man lit a cigarette and stared at the embers burning on the end for the longest. His mind drifting to Caroline. How she must have suffered. How he let her suffer. She shouldn't have died. It...it should have been him. "It should have been me.." he muttered to himself, away from the earshot of Kate and Jackson.

I went about taken the carts apart and organizing the supplies. Rochelle was there to help set the things in different piles. Francis, Nick and Louis were working to deconstruct the shelving that the Biker had salvaged from the store, not to mention the small parts of the buggies. Every bit was considered useful. Everything could be used. Everyone was working on something. It was nice. Even as the light of dawn began to show over the horizon I knew we had to have hope. Another dawn has come and we're still alive. We're still surviving. We're going to make it. We just had to.

"So, what do you think of Bill's attitude?" Kassie asked Robert. "I mean, he seems doubtful. I know he just lost someone, but --- we have all lost someone." She didn't want to seem selfish but, she knew in her experience that being depressive could mean the downfall of a squad. But, as she looked around, she noticed everyone was doing alright. "I just don't know -- do you think this island thing is legit?" she asked lifting some of the ammo in the bags to carry on the ship.
 
"I think it is," I replied helping to haul the ammo cans, "But, to be cautious, i'm having fall back places along the route where we can pause and scavenge for more supplies. Isle of Man is off the coast of Western England, bound to have some attention." As we went up the gang plank I continued to talk about Bill, "He has more experience than us. Vietnam, his long life, he's lost almost everything. His Army buddies, his family. I heard from Zoey how he watches over her. They have a strong connection since leaving the big city. He feel guilt. With Caroline gone, he feels that he lost it because of his own neglect."

When we went into the bowels of the ship to deposit the ammo cans in the forward magazine Kassie stood to the side and dusted off her hands then placed them on her hips, "Yeah. But, can we trust him in that state?"

"I do." I said, "and I'm sure Zoey will as well. All he has left is us. If we stick together, then we are family." Sounded kind a mushy, and Kassie raised an eyebrow at me conveying a bit of doubt, "He will turn around. He just needs his own time to mourn."

"How long is that?" she asked.

I didn't know, "Could be any number of time."

"Well, I hope it's soon, because we're going to need him" Kassie nodded.

"Are you sure you got it right?" asked Louis as he watched Francis ponder looking at the racks he brought in.

"Look! I ain't an engineer. The only racks I look at on some 20 somethings," Francis growled as he took a step back from the racks and looked at it slowly cocking his head to the side.

"It's slanted" Louis chuckled.

"It ain't slanted. It's the ship. It's crooked" Francis huffed.
 
Bill sulked sitting there in the communication room, listening to the conversation between Jackson and the survivor on the radio. He had finally heard enough and decided to walk out. He lit another cigarette, checking that his side arm is loaded. He'd only need one. One bullet. He passed a corridor, seeing Ellis with Allisyn. "Hey, kid.." he said motioning for Ellis to come out and talk to him.

Ellis moved and reassured Allisyn that he wasn't going far. He walked out in the hall and looked to Bill. "Hey man, how goes it?"

Bill looked down to the floor. "As good as it's gonna get." He then looked in the room to see Allisyn. "You love her, son?"

"Oh yessir!" Ellis said with a bright smile.

Bill nodded in approval. "You love her enough to protect her with your life, no matter how hard it gets?"

Ellis looked in the room, smiling wide and removing his hat to scratch his head before replacing it. "Oh yessir. I'll guard her with everything I've got, no matter what. What's the meaning of this, Bill?"

Bill put up his hand and patted Ellis on the shoulder. "Then I'm leaving her to you.. Don't tell anyone I was here, understand me, son?"

Ellis looked at Bill with a weird look. "Yeah, I gotcha." He watched Bill saunter off before turning to go back in the room.

"What was that about?" Allisyn asked him, to which Ellis only shrugged.

Bill continued on, heading out the back gate of the compound, down to the beach to where they had cremated Caroline's body. He lit another cigarette, huffing it down in a hurry before pulling his sidearm around. He looked to the sky as the sun was starting to rise. "I'm sorry, Caroline. I know I won't see you again this way -- but...at least I'll have my memories of you. Allisyn... your girl is in good hands. That's why I'm able to finally be at peace.. They'll all be better off without me. Zoey and the Captain. They're good leaders. They'll lead the crew to safety. To a place better than here." He raised the pistol to his temple, looking to the sunrise -- a tear falling from his eye as he inhaled another drag of the cigarette. "I love you."

"What the hell was that? Did someone misfire?" I asked looking around. I heard a gunshot. It was distant, but I heard it.

"I'm not sure. What could it have been?" Rochelle asked as we rushed to the ship. The guys were coming out from handling some of the repairs and additions to the ship -- all curious as to what the noise had been.
 
I scrambled on deck with my rifle at the ready and behind me was Kassie. We found Bill crumbled on deck with a growing pool of blood forming around his head. "No!" I gasped coming to him and checking for a pulse. There was nothing. It was quick and painless.

"Oh God! Why?!" Kassie yelped as she knelt down beside him.

Wish I knew. Two more sailors came with First Aid kits, but I sent them for a stretcher and a blanket. Moments later Ellis and Allisyn came out to see what was happening and right behind them, coming up the gang plank were the others shoving their way through the others.

"Get them out of here!" I directed as we covered his body with a blanket.

"Is that...is that Bill?" Ellis called out as he held onto Allisyn. He saw the beret beside his body then the cigarette beside that. It was true.

"NO! NO!" Allisyn shrieked fighting to get free. The sailors took them below deck while we tended to his body.

Covering his body I looked at his grizzled face one last time and asked him, why? Why would he do this? He promised us a few more days and we were going to be free. It would be a question that would never be answered. "We'll have to burn him" I said to Kassie just as Rochelle and Zoey appeared next to us. Our sad faces told the whole story.
 
I heard Allisyn scream and rushed on deck. I saw everyone standing around a pool of blood. An infected? No, the beret. The cigarette burning out on the deck of the Pigeon. The gun to the side of the body Robert and his crew were covering up. I rushed forward, only to be stopped by Francis and Rochelle. "Noo! Bill, you! No it can't be! Fuck, no! Let me go!" I pleaded and screamed.

Rochelle and Francis held onto me for dear life. "No, Zo! You can't. It's..it's too late. Stop, Zoey.." Francis said, keeping one arm around my chest to attempt to keep me in line.

"We were almost out of here! You! You idiot! Why did you have to do this?!" Tears falling down my face as I finally collapsed to the deck of the ship, Rochelle at my side with her arms around me. I turn to her my face buried into her shirt. "Dammit, Bill. Damn it! Damn it all to hell. Oh Bill," I sobbed uncontrollably.

Francis stood there next to the both of us looking to the Captain, a tear falling down his face, making a stain in the slight coating of dirt that covered his skin. The normally gruff and tough man seemingly broken with this revelation. "What now?"

"We continue on, just like Bill would have wanted us to," Louis said coming up and putting his hand on Francis' shoulder.

"But if that's what he wanted to do, why didn't he just stay with us?" Francis asked turning to the black man, sadness gripping his face.

Louis only shook his head. "I d---I don't know.. For once, I don't know.."

Everyone was in a solemn state right now. Allisyn could be heard screaming and crying below deck. I was making a wet spot on Rochelle's shirt as I cried as well. Bill was so close to me. Even though we hadn't been around each other for too long, he...he seemed like another dad, if not a grandfather to me.

"Why Bill.. Why?" I kept saying over and over.
 
"We'll have to cremate him with the others" I said sullenly.

"Is that really necessary?" Kassie asked.

I didn't want to do it, but I had to. "Yes" nodding and fighting back the tears forming in my eyes. "I'll do it." A stretcher was brought out and we carefully placed him on and carried him towards the gang plank. The others cleared the way for us. I could see Zoey clutching tightly to Rochelle. I couldn't look into her eyes. It was too much even for me.

"Are they...?" Francis began to say as we left the ship. "No. No!" grabbing his shotgun he raced after us and ordered us to stop. "You're not burning him" moving in front wit his shotgun ready at the hip.

"Francis, honey, listen..." Kassie began to say, but the biker overrode her.

"You're not burning him! He's not like the infected. He's not going to turn. He...he shot himself in the head. That's enough, isn't it? No infected come back after that."

"Maybe" I said, "But we need to stop the spread of disease. We can't bury him here. The soil is not good for that. The only way is cremation."

"What kind of talk is that?" Francis said, "You're treating him like he's a piece of garbage! He's not!"

Others came down after seeing the fight develop. Louis held up a hand to his friend, "Francis, listen. There's not reason to argue about this. The Captain is right..."

"The captain is WRONG!" Francis roared with his finger around the trigger. "I didn't go from the big cities, fight millions of monsters just to watch him be tossed away. He's more than that!" Watching him, his face....it showed the struggle of rage and sadness. He didn't want to shoot us, he merely wanted the memory of his friend preserved. "What about Zoey, huh, cap'n? You know how much Bill meant to her. You're just going to let that go away?"

Looking back up to the Pigeon Zoey was still holding tightly to Rochelle. I had to do it, for our safety.
 
Francis was getting out of control. I knew there would be only one person to be able to stop him, but he was dead. Offed himself before we could even beg him not to. To show him we cared. To show him we loved him more than just a teammate. But as family. And now, we didn't even have Bill. He have lost him. Me, most of all. I stood up as Rochelle looked to me. I walked down the gangplank, keeping my head low. I reached up and grabbed the barrel of the shotgun. Francis turned around, anger and fear showing on his face, but then his expression turned to one of sadness and despair as he looked upon me.

"Francis.." I muttered under my breath. "It's okay.. It has to be done." I took the gun from his hand as he kept looking at me, tears falling down his face. I reached back and handed Rochelle the gun as I reached out to put my arms around him.

Louis came up behind us and wrapped his arms around the both of us. Francis still upset. "I...that bastard! Doesn't he know what he did? Doesn't he know how much this hurts us?!"

I looked to his face. "I know, it's okay. We'll make it." I reached in my back pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. A full pack of 20 -- plenty for us all.

"Let's go down to the shore and do it next to Caroline's ashes. That's what...that's what Bill would have wanted." I pulled out a cigarette and handed it to everyone around. Pulling out a lighter, I lit my cigarette, coughing from the smoke because I wasn't used to it and passed the lighter down the line as we all lit up for one last smoke with Bill Overbeck.

I looked to Robert as he was passed the lighter. "Please -- join us.." I muttered quietly. I didn't want him to feel bad for all this. It wasn't his fault. This was just the world we live in now. We just have to survive.
 
We all lit up as Bill's last smoke was placed in his mouth then the fire began. I never smoked so when I inhaled I coughed along with a few others. "How did he do it?" Louis asked himself as he felt the stinging pain of it filling his lungs. The fire spread quickly over his body as our faces glowed from the flames as it melted away his clothes then his skin. The smell was terrible, but we continued to stand and watch, puffing lightly on the cigarettes. Not a word was spoken between as, our eyes were fixated on our departed friend now about to join the others for eternity in peace.

Though coughing and tasting the bitter tar of the cigarette I stood beside Zoey and wrapped an arm around her shoulder and drew her close. Drawing in a deep breath and letting it out I looked at her for a moment and kissed the top of her brunette hair.

Francis did the same to Rochelle and Allisyn and Ellis and Kassie to Louis and Nick. we had lost a dear friend, and we didn't leave him until our smokes were done and there was nothing left but charred white bone.

One by one we left the pyre now turned to a pile of hot ash. A brisk wind kicked up from the west and blew through kicking up the ash and sending it high into the air to be carried away to a peaceful place.
 
Everyone headed back to the ship. Silence had fallen among us, with the exception of boots and shoes scuffing on the sand back to the place that had become our home in this time of suffering in the world.

I walked back with Robert into the bowels of the ship. I looked to him as I sat down on the bunk. My eyes swollen from my tears. "I don't know why we have to lose anyone. This world is getting to be too much."

Francis moved into the bunk with Rochelle, laying on the bed with her in his arms. "I am never going to let you go. Please don't leave my side." She nodded and held him close.

Kassie was now with Nick and Louis in one room of Gitmo, sitting on the couch between the two of them. "So, I know things are rough but --- I think I need to show you how much you mean to me. So you will stay and not --- not do anything like that."

Nick looked to Louis and vice versa as Kassie began to undo both of their pants, removing their dicks to rub them simultaneously.
 
Nick and Louis were wide eyed, but they didn't bother to stop Kassie as she was warming them up. It didn't take long for their cocks to get good and hard before she began slurping them one after the other. "Just sit back and let me do all of the work" Kassie moaned feeling their man hoods slide down her throat. She needed a release, so did the men. This was going to help them. "I want you two to fuck me in the ass."

"Ok" Nick smiled.

"No." Kassie warned, "At the same time."

That made Nick hesitate as he didn't want his cock rubbing with that of Louis, but Kassie wasn't going to change her mind.

Curling up with Zoey on my bed, there wasn't anything I could say that would help console her about this. She lost the greatest man she ever knew, and now if him gone-it was my job now to take care of her. It wasn't fair that Bill left. I thought of suicide as a coward's way out, but didn't say it. There was no way to tell what he was going through emotionally when he pulled the trigger. What was now apparent was, we only had each other left. We didn't have sex on our minds, compared to the others nearby.

Francis curled up with Rochelle on their bunk, his eyes red from crying, but he didn't admit that he did it. Rochelle curled with him and stared into his eyes brushing away the dry tears from his cheeks. She had never seen him act that way, with such passion and anger.

In the radio shack Kate and Jackson were still maintaining contact with the Isle of the Man, but it was clear that their minds were fixed on what happened with Bill. After a moment of silence Jackson looked at her and asked, "You were saying about your time in high school as a cheerleader?"

"Oh yeah. That" Kate smiled and nodded, "You want to hear more?"

"Very much so" Jackson nodded.

With a smile Kate began, "Well, my breasts developed early. When I turned 18 I was just about to graduate from High School as a senior and, naturally, I drew the focus of a lot of boys because my sweater cows were the biggest in the whole squad. We know because we checked."

Jackson's eyebrow buckled. He could believe it. Her melons were larger than most pornstars.

Kate continued, "One time I helped a guy jerk off in the janitor's closet. No kissing. He fondled my breasts and jerked off for me. Not hot, he was an idiot. I just wanted to see a dick."

"Was that your first time?"

"Oh Hell no!" she laughed and waved a hand. My first time was much, much different. That guy in the closet, I was just curious. Curiosity always got me into trouble."
 
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Jackson chuckled. "Well, curiosity has that way about it."

Kate smirked. "Oh yeah. My first time wasn't really memorable. Just, you know. Just normal, I suppose. My cheerleading days were nearing an end and Coach Jacobs was wanting to have some fun since I was the only cheerleader that senior year that was of legal age and so well 'rounded'," she said as she motioned with her tits.

Nick moved about and got behind Kassie. His mind was wanting to penetrate her, but with Louis' dick as well? He wanted to be inside her and just him. But it might not be so bad. He shrugged as she made the motioned for him to enter her. He spat on his hand to lube up his long dick before pressing it against her entrance. He groaned at the tightness and resistance as he pushed in.

Louis looked at Nick and then at Kassie's ass. He shrugged. "Guess I had better join in.." he said, lubing up his dick as well. He moved around to where he could have an angle to enter. He pressed in gently as she gripped the edge of the couch, moaning and groaning as he ass-star was spread wider than ever before. He pressed in and both men began to fuck her in the best way they could.

"Oh fuck yes! Yes," Kassie hissed as the pleasure was slowly building within her. It was odd but it felt good for all three of them. The need for pleasure was rising -- just to get their minds off of everything.

As I laid there next to Robert, my mind began to drift in and out of sleep as the tears stained my pillow with wetness. I was only thinking of Bill. Why he did it and why he couldn't just wait. I soon turned over and just looked at Robert. No words spoken. Just sadness in my eyes. I hugged him tightly. My mom. My dad. My friend. And now all I have is him. I never want to let go.
 
"Your coach?" snickered Jackson as Kate slowly graced his lap with the palm of one hand.

"Yeah. Sounds a bit cliched, don't you think? But, yeah, it happened. He was a big guy to. Tall, dark, handsome. He was a former professional and well built. He called me into his office and locked the door. I was wearing my uniform, you know, showing off the goods because it was form fitting and I sat on his lap...like so" taking off her head set she slid her frame over and onto Jackson as his hands found her hips. "And I leaned back..." she did so and bent her right arm back to wrap around the back of his neck. "I could feel him getting hard between my legs."

"And then what did you say?" asked Jackson.

"Fuck me!" Kassie shouted as her holes were being filled, "AH AH AH AH AHHHHH" both well slick cocks sliding in and out of her, widening her holes as their hands wandered down her well toned, sun kissed body. Someone had their hands on her dangling breasts, plucking and pulling at her nipples, "Easy. Easy" she moaned softly, a bit too much. But the juice flowing out of her was more than compensating for the good pain as she sought some lips to kiss and given them the long, slippery tongue.

We didn't have to say anything. Zoey curled up with me as I wrapped my arms around her and then drew the blankets over us and slowly, fitfully, we drifted off into sleep. It was hard. The ship pitched a bit from the waves entering the harbor, then came the echoing moans of someone finding the G-spot. Now for us wasn't the time for sex, it was a time for reflection of the past and for the future.
 
My thoughts were darkening as the tears stained my cheeks. I knew that Robert would protect me no matter what, but now -- now I had to be clear about something. I turned towards him, keeping my head low as I placed my hand on his chest. I then looked to his eyes as I focused on his face. "If...if I ever get stuck somewhere -- don't come for me. You have to keep the crew safe.. I don't want to lose you and you are needed by everyone. Just know -- I am okay.." I was depressed, not only about Bill but -- this whole god damned world. It was just getting to be too much. I held him close as I hoped he wouldn't be angry with what I had mentioned.

"Oh fuck, this... oh fucking hell!" Louis grunted loudly as his dick was gliding in and out of Kassie's ass right alongside Nick's. It was so fucking pleasurable. "Oh god, I might...I might cum soon.." Louis said with a grunt. Nick was close too but he wasn't sure he could cum in the same hole as Louis. But hell, they were rubbing dicks in her hole -- what could be the harm?

Allisyn laid crying on Ellis' arm, his hand on her head as she kept close to him, holding onto his shirt, sniffling. "First Momma...then Bill. I don't want to lose you too!" she said crying, her tears causing stains on his shirt.
 
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"I'm not going to leave you" I said to Zoey firmly, "I...we, didn't sail all across this whole sea just to lose you at some God forsaken Hell hole. No. I will come for you. I don't care how many Tanks I have to go through, armies of undead or even Witches..." then looking at her dark eyes for a moment, they were watered, she was close to tears, either because of her sadness over the loss of Bill or the fact that I would go through Heaven and Hell to get to her made us both stop, look at each other and kiss.

"Kiss me!" Kassie begged as the two cocked wrecked her body. On the back of the neck she felt the hot, wet touch of tongue then it came to her lips and tongue that slid down her throat. "Ah! Yeah!"

"What are you?" Nick growled in delight feeling her glowing body in his hands.

"I'm a slut. I'm a whore" Kassie purred. Then came the sharp sting of hands to her backside that made her yelp in delight. "I'M A WHORE!"

"I don't want to be alone" Allisyn sobbed, "I don't want to be fighting the undead alone."

"You're not going to be alone" Nick assured her, "You got me, and you got Kassie, and Kate and a whole ship full of guys..."

"I don't want a ship of guys!" she cried loudly, "I just want you!" gasping him tightly and pulling him in then pushing him to the bed and lying on top, pinning him so he could leave her.
 
I pressed my lips to Robert's own and felt an instant relief wash over me. I was wanted. I was needed. I was....loved. I couldn't let anything happen. I couldn't feel sorry for myself. I knew that everything at this moment would be alright. I wrapped my arms around him as I held him close. I pressed into the kiss, opening my mouth slightly to allow him in. I moved my hands up and down his back as I felt my pleasure start to rise and my sorrow level begin to fall. Was this right? To kiss like this even though I had just been crying over the loss of someone? I don't know. But it felt --- it felt right as it continued.

Allisyn looked to Ellis as he reassured her. His hand on her head as she pinned him down to the bed. Their bodies pressed together as time went on. Soon she sat up and straddled his lap. "You... you're all I have left.. And I'm going to make you understand that I love you to the end of this fucking earth," Allisyn said as she began to dry hump his groin area.

Francis was still feeling sorry for himself. Sorrow was starting to take him over. Rochelle realized that enough was enough. "You're gonna like this -- whether you want to or not.." she said moving down between the biker's legs and pulling his dick out of his pants. She looked to the tip and began sucking on it gently to try and harden it.

"No, I --mmm I don't want tha---oooh.." he said as he started to feel the pleasure rise in his body.
 
Francis was never one to turn down a good hand job from a beautiful woman. Instead, he stretched out and relaxed allowing Rochelle to work her magic, giving a little bit of spit to the head and allowing it to coat the skin before lathering it up between her palms. Two hands will do this time around.

"Whoa. Easy there!" Ellis giggled feeling Allisyn's dry humping against his body. It seemed to be a bit out of place to be thinking of sex while mourning for the loss of a loved one, but in her mind, this was the right way to do things. As much as she loved her mother, Allisyn knew what kind of a woman she was and her way of dealing with stress, hatred, loss, and a bad day was to have sex. "Come on, baby" she whispered softly giving the mechanic a peck on the cheek.

Zoey and I fell into each other's arms. Our kisses were long and passionate as we settled into the bed, throwing the covers over our tired bodies and putting ourselves into the darkness where we could shut our eyes and be rid of this world.

"What in the world?" Jackson cried, "So sucked that many dicks?!"

"Yeah" Kate nodded blushing brightly, "Most of them came on my jugs, but a few came in my mouth."
 
I moved my hands over Robert's body as I felt myself begin to warm up from the kissing that continued on. I knew that I probably wouldn't be able to do much in the way of lovemaking, but I'd do my best. I slipped my hand along his back and slid it under the edge of his pants, gripping his ass gently as we kissed some more under the blanket. It was dark under there but it felt so right. To allow our senses to grow wild with love. That's what we needed. That's what we desired.

Francis threw his head back as the pleasure from Rochelle's mouth began to engulf him; filling him with the relief that he so needed. He groaned as her wet, warm mouth glided up and down his rigid shaft. The feeling was so intense. Maybe this is what he needed. Oh, hell -- she wouldn't be doing it if he didn't need it. He bucked his hips gently as she took more of his length in. Her own body becoming hot and wet from sucking his rod. He gripped the pillow that was under his head feeling his pleasure rise more and more. "Oh god, I'm close.." he grunted, his hips bucking more and more. Rochelle then stopped. He looked at her with a mix of confusion and anger on his face. "What the hell? Why'd you sto--ooh I see.." His expression now showing a wide smile as she was getting nude and then straddling his groin area.

"Big boy, I'm gonna show you how to have fun," Rochelle said with a smirk as she grunted, his full length going inside of her. Francis reached up and gripped her caramel colored tits, loving the feel of her flesh in between his fingers. "Oh yeah, Daddy -- fuck me hard." she begged him.

Ellis didn't know what to make of this. His body was reacting as it should but he wasn't sure if this was what Allisyn wanted. Her body warm against his as his rod sprung to life and basically targeting her drenching wetness. "Are you sure you want this?" he asked. Allisyn only nodded as she slid her wet folds down his shaft, feeling him stretch her so wide. "Oh god, you're tight tonight," he said as he removed his cap only to have it stolen by her as she put it on her head giving him a smirk.

"I can't believe you sucked and fucked so many before me. Wow, I sure feel special," Jackson smirked as he leaned back in the chair, listening to the static that was going on. The last communication would be all they would get before the sun is to rise, because of the position of several of the satellites. "So, you care to fuck one more?" he asked. "Oh no, never mind. I'm probably pushing the limits of asking you.." Kate did look so hot as she sat there -- her massive jugs with such a history of jizz dripping down her form were so tantalizing.

"Oh baby boy, I think I can make time in my schedule to give ya some love." Kate moved over to between his legs, removing his already hardening cock from the constraints of his pants. Her melons already removed from her top and ready to rub his meat. "Ohh such a big guy, as always," she said with a smirk as she licked the top and spat on his length to lube up his shaft and then rubbing her valley before placing her breasts around him, ready to go.

"Oh fuck yes, I'm cumming!" Nick said as he pulled out and shot his jizz all over Kassie's backside. Louis followed suit as his swollen rod spurt every drop he had within him. Both men coating the soldier in their seed as they fell back on the couch.

"Oh god!" Kassie grunted as her fast moving fingers pushed herself to orgasm as she rubbed her clit vigorously. "Oh hell!" she screamed out as she felt the cum from both men shoot onto her backside, coating her. It was warm and sticky as it basically glued to her skin.
 
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