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Stayin' Alive against the Infected. (closed to Heartofcourage)
Specialist Gerald Ransom
Age: 23
Height: 5'10
Weight: 140lbs
Hair: half inch long dark brown hair
Eyes: dark brown
Features: no tattoos or piercings, nice smile, half purse lips, thin with medium build, light tan skin.
It has been eighteen months eighteen months since the outbreak began in th U.S. what was ravaging the land were hordes of infected; not the classical zombie infestation, but people were being infected by something that turned them deranged; like rabid animals. Some say it was a mutation of rabies, but ever since it began doctors and scientists could not accurately pinpoint what would make them attack and kill people savagely. They were not stereotypical shambling, mindless zombies like George Romero so they were not called such, but either way they had caused extreme damage to everything in their path.
Reports coming in from all over the world, even the remote Pacific islands, the damned creatures were everywhere. Governments have been lost and entire countries overrun in just months and in the U.S we were scattered into pockets along the coast.
In Washington state thousands of people were relocated to the peninsula where; surrounded on three sides by water, and the fourth comprised of rough terrain of mountains and forests presented a much more defensible perimeter than the plains of Wyoming or Texas, but there was no wall or even a strand of wire so it would not stop infiltration.
To protect the population we had members from every branch from the military including Air Guard to the Reserves, even old veterans called back. If you had service under your belt and could shoot you were in. That included me. I had four years in the Army with a year in the Sandbox in addition to being a native of Seattle and was formed into a hog-pog defense force to hold what we have left.
Our force was comprised of patrolling and to help blend in we took in the old tiger stripe uniforms conjuring up the memories of the Long Range Reconnaissance Patrols, Lurps, of Vietnam. Our job was to go out and patrol our vulnerable southern perimeter, find and rescue people, and kill the infected whenever possible and to protect the citizens.
Many political changes were also made during this time. We still had the President, Vice President, congress, what was left of them, senate and all that, we were still being paid, and we had local government and people that were still loyal to the Constitution, so, at least here, there was no anarchy, but as I understand it in other places such as New Orleans, it was a mad house; every man for himself. There were people with beefs here for sure but here it was relatively quiet. We still allowed protests and marches but they had been peaceful. The main grievance was the rationing of food and clean water. The infrastructure had to change. Once was open lots had to be converted to farming fields or grazing for livestock, some forests had to be cleared but that took time and until that time we had to live on two meals a day and little meat unless we foraged which is why I was glad to be in the military and out of the general area that allowed me to do so.
To help ease the strain prostitution was legalized with a large medical and financial over watch so everyone got a piece of the action, stayed clean, and everyone was happy. Certain drugs were also legal, if you can find it, and alcohol, the good stuff, was expensive at best, far more than what I'm being paid, and it was not my problem, I didn't drink. My commander preferred the Lurps to remain "clear" meaning no drinking, cigarettes, or drugs making our senses clear to detect the enemy. Keep in mind, he ‘preferred’ but did not object to the use.
We had old veterans from the First Gulf War, new ones from Iraq and Afghanistan, and even women. Because of the desperate need for people in uniform the military relaxed restrictions including allowing women to the front line duties. I personally did not mind because the women in our platoon were very good, but there is always the few old hard heads that felt they shouldn't be here and would bicker and complain, but nothing was ever done, and when you’re in desperate hand to hand and you need help you don't ask for help on from the nearest ‘man’ but for whoever can shoot or swing an E-tool.
Now we were coming off the line and being rotated for three weeks to guard duty along the western coast. It was light duty after two months of patrols. It helped to relax our tense nerves having to steal through the night though the black woods and find the infected and kill them. I knew a lot of our men wanted to get off the line and run and grab the first woman to bang and have a cheeseburger with a beer, but not me, I was more withdrawn than them, I liked to take my time, but my battle buddy Parkinson, a big hulking man at 250lbs with light hair and blue eyes. but he was a good guy, steady hands and we saved each other’s lives many times, but now that we were coming back Parkinson was riled up and horny saying he would "cum like a river" and wanted me to join him and I politely turned him down. I was not a virgin, but I was just not as loose as Parkinson. There were women in our platoon, but most were married or not very attractive to my eye, but they were skilled fighters and I trusted them, but that is not to say not ALL of them were not sexy. There were a few that looked damn well like models wielding rifles and would be watched over by men acting like fathers fending off hound dogs with sticks. I hadn’t had action since the start, if I remember correctly it was a very pretty, petite, redhead with voluptuous breasts and a soft bubble butt, a real rarity. She was just younger than me, 20, and was scared crazy about the infected coming to get her so we stayed together in the back of a Humvee during the retreat from Seattle. She was just a private first class in the National Guard and was a mail clerk and not a fighter. One stormy night we were trying to stay warm when she brushed up against me and started to kiss my neck and from there it was the warmest nights of my life.
Covered in a poncho she sat on my lap, grinding gently into me and having her breasts brush up against my chest as we kissed softly. She said before that she had never kissed a man and wondered what it was really like and her eyes were wide as we kept kissing for several minutes, running our tongues over one another before she leaned back and started to open her ACU blouse and showed she had an undershirt but her hands were trembling so much she could not finish. I had to help her and peeled off the blouse and she took off the undershirt and showed her breasts held up by a pink sports bra. Her face was beet red and hesitated to go further. Since I first met her she also spoke, with a very soft, whisper like voice, that she was ashamed of her body, she wanted to be lean and trim and tall like a model with silky legs but I said she was pretty the way she was, it was true, aside for being petite she had a great figure, she exercised and had some meat on her bones. I wrapped my arms around her thin waist and pulled her close, she started exhaling on my neck that sent a chill down my spine as I started to remove her belt and pull down her trousers. It was very tricky. Her boots were still on, and taking the time to remove the laces was out of the question. At any time the door could open and we be caught so I just pulled as much as I could and she reached down with her small hands and opened my fly and took out my rod. It was her first time and when she saw it and swallowed hard and glanced up at me, gave a gentle kiss and kept her hands down there, stroking me softly, feeling the weight of it all. I’m not huge at all, like 6 ½ inches, I think, but to her it was a mountain apparently as she just looked at it wide eyed. I don’t think through the entire time we ever said a word, just hard breathing as she worked me up. Neither of us had a condom but it did not matter.
Once I was slick she inched forward and coached my rod into her tight snatch. Once it was inside her, all the way in, she wrapped her mouth around mine and started pumping breath into my lungs as my hands sank deep into the flesh of her backside. If we had time and seclusion I’m sure we would have fucked like rabbits with me spanking her ass and squeezing her melons, but just a few feet away there were others trying to stay warm and sleep so we went slow and as quiet as possible. She bucked and kept her month clenched tightly to prevent from screaming as she lifted and lowered herself onto me. Having not climaxed for months I had a good load and God I was kicking myself for not doing more to her. I wanted to do it doggy style, missionary, everything, but the damn war kept getting in the way of our thoughts.
She grinded on my lap for several minutes, her breasts staying behind that sports bra, her blouse and TA-50 beside us on the other chair as she rubbed my head and shoulders and kept kissing me. We came at the same time and her eyes shot open in amazement as we drained each other. When we calmed down and she slid beside me, lightly panting for breath she looked up at me and gave a gentle kiss on the cheek.
Throughout the entire night, since no one came to us, I wanted to go back at it, but she just huddled with me, giving me little kisses and rubbing and all that worked me back up. I became hard again, she knew it because she touched me there but I did not force he. Over my trousers she just kept rubbing me and I came again, cum flowed into my underwear and my inner thighs, a real mess but for some reason I reached down and ran my fingers inside my pants and brought them out, the tips coated in spunk and wiped her thin lips with the index finger. After one wipe she closed her eyes and opened her mouth and gently sucked on my finger tip and savored the flavor before finishing off the rest. When my hand was clean she ran her own hand down there and cleaned up what she could, little by little.
Looking back at it I would say it was the spur of the moment, not to say I did not enjoy it, but we were scared that we might not see tomorrow and wanted at least one more joy in our lives before we went. When we were done we clothed ourselves and spent the rest of the night huddled together, she kissed my neck several times and stroked my chest and we kissed some more and she let me touch her chest, it was so soft but would not let me see the nipples, but the next day she was ordered out and I haven’t seen her since and now, I forgot her name.
She was my last time and now it didn’t bother me at all. It kept my mind clear for fighting but people like Parkinson, well, like I said, they were hound dogs at anything with breasts and legs. One time he even knocked me down in a charge to just get the name of a pretty blonde he saw in Port Gamble and wound up pressing his face against a window and fogging it up like a kid at a candy store display.
Riding in the back of a UH 60 Blackhawk towards the coast the forest was a black blur in the predawn morning. It was my first chance to sleep longer than an hour without being awakened for some emergency. Along the Southern border there were no walls or wire or anything except the natural terrain so infiltration was still a problem, but as we flew West and I dozed the rest of my squad was also sound sleep. Off to the starboard and port rear was two other Blackhawks carrying the rest of the platoon and our escort gunships. This trip was uneventful. We were awakened when we started to touch down near the coast grabbing our rucks we climbed out and ran out. When the helicopters lifted off we looked around for someone to speak to. The base here was hastily put together. There were connex trailers being used for sleep quarters laid out in a rectangle to the East of the helipad and to the North was the headquarters, a reinforced concrete structure that looked like it once was a light house was now the commo, communications, building. We rallied and went for the commo building where tha female sergeant first class was waiting for us. We checked in and our lieutenant marched us to an empty conex where we found cots to sleep on. There was a trailer that would be our shower and port-a-johns for take a dump, not exactly the Four Seasons but better than the forests. There was even a trailer that would be the kitchen. They had fresh fish and meat! After dropping off our rucks the lieutenant, Donaldson, a 32 old veteran of Afghanistan, said we should keep our weapons close and not to leave the base until later today which we reluctantly agreed but Parkinson was chomping at the bit next to me.
Specialist Gerald Ransom
Age: 23
Height: 5'10
Weight: 140lbs
Hair: half inch long dark brown hair
Eyes: dark brown
Features: no tattoos or piercings, nice smile, half purse lips, thin with medium build, light tan skin.
It has been eighteen months eighteen months since the outbreak began in th U.S. what was ravaging the land were hordes of infected; not the classical zombie infestation, but people were being infected by something that turned them deranged; like rabid animals. Some say it was a mutation of rabies, but ever since it began doctors and scientists could not accurately pinpoint what would make them attack and kill people savagely. They were not stereotypical shambling, mindless zombies like George Romero so they were not called such, but either way they had caused extreme damage to everything in their path.
Reports coming in from all over the world, even the remote Pacific islands, the damned creatures were everywhere. Governments have been lost and entire countries overrun in just months and in the U.S we were scattered into pockets along the coast.
In Washington state thousands of people were relocated to the peninsula where; surrounded on three sides by water, and the fourth comprised of rough terrain of mountains and forests presented a much more defensible perimeter than the plains of Wyoming or Texas, but there was no wall or even a strand of wire so it would not stop infiltration.
To protect the population we had members from every branch from the military including Air Guard to the Reserves, even old veterans called back. If you had service under your belt and could shoot you were in. That included me. I had four years in the Army with a year in the Sandbox in addition to being a native of Seattle and was formed into a hog-pog defense force to hold what we have left.
Our force was comprised of patrolling and to help blend in we took in the old tiger stripe uniforms conjuring up the memories of the Long Range Reconnaissance Patrols, Lurps, of Vietnam. Our job was to go out and patrol our vulnerable southern perimeter, find and rescue people, and kill the infected whenever possible and to protect the citizens.
Many political changes were also made during this time. We still had the President, Vice President, congress, what was left of them, senate and all that, we were still being paid, and we had local government and people that were still loyal to the Constitution, so, at least here, there was no anarchy, but as I understand it in other places such as New Orleans, it was a mad house; every man for himself. There were people with beefs here for sure but here it was relatively quiet. We still allowed protests and marches but they had been peaceful. The main grievance was the rationing of food and clean water. The infrastructure had to change. Once was open lots had to be converted to farming fields or grazing for livestock, some forests had to be cleared but that took time and until that time we had to live on two meals a day and little meat unless we foraged which is why I was glad to be in the military and out of the general area that allowed me to do so.
To help ease the strain prostitution was legalized with a large medical and financial over watch so everyone got a piece of the action, stayed clean, and everyone was happy. Certain drugs were also legal, if you can find it, and alcohol, the good stuff, was expensive at best, far more than what I'm being paid, and it was not my problem, I didn't drink. My commander preferred the Lurps to remain "clear" meaning no drinking, cigarettes, or drugs making our senses clear to detect the enemy. Keep in mind, he ‘preferred’ but did not object to the use.
We had old veterans from the First Gulf War, new ones from Iraq and Afghanistan, and even women. Because of the desperate need for people in uniform the military relaxed restrictions including allowing women to the front line duties. I personally did not mind because the women in our platoon were very good, but there is always the few old hard heads that felt they shouldn't be here and would bicker and complain, but nothing was ever done, and when you’re in desperate hand to hand and you need help you don't ask for help on from the nearest ‘man’ but for whoever can shoot or swing an E-tool.
Now we were coming off the line and being rotated for three weeks to guard duty along the western coast. It was light duty after two months of patrols. It helped to relax our tense nerves having to steal through the night though the black woods and find the infected and kill them. I knew a lot of our men wanted to get off the line and run and grab the first woman to bang and have a cheeseburger with a beer, but not me, I was more withdrawn than them, I liked to take my time, but my battle buddy Parkinson, a big hulking man at 250lbs with light hair and blue eyes. but he was a good guy, steady hands and we saved each other’s lives many times, but now that we were coming back Parkinson was riled up and horny saying he would "cum like a river" and wanted me to join him and I politely turned him down. I was not a virgin, but I was just not as loose as Parkinson. There were women in our platoon, but most were married or not very attractive to my eye, but they were skilled fighters and I trusted them, but that is not to say not ALL of them were not sexy. There were a few that looked damn well like models wielding rifles and would be watched over by men acting like fathers fending off hound dogs with sticks. I hadn’t had action since the start, if I remember correctly it was a very pretty, petite, redhead with voluptuous breasts and a soft bubble butt, a real rarity. She was just younger than me, 20, and was scared crazy about the infected coming to get her so we stayed together in the back of a Humvee during the retreat from Seattle. She was just a private first class in the National Guard and was a mail clerk and not a fighter. One stormy night we were trying to stay warm when she brushed up against me and started to kiss my neck and from there it was the warmest nights of my life.
Covered in a poncho she sat on my lap, grinding gently into me and having her breasts brush up against my chest as we kissed softly. She said before that she had never kissed a man and wondered what it was really like and her eyes were wide as we kept kissing for several minutes, running our tongues over one another before she leaned back and started to open her ACU blouse and showed she had an undershirt but her hands were trembling so much she could not finish. I had to help her and peeled off the blouse and she took off the undershirt and showed her breasts held up by a pink sports bra. Her face was beet red and hesitated to go further. Since I first met her she also spoke, with a very soft, whisper like voice, that she was ashamed of her body, she wanted to be lean and trim and tall like a model with silky legs but I said she was pretty the way she was, it was true, aside for being petite she had a great figure, she exercised and had some meat on her bones. I wrapped my arms around her thin waist and pulled her close, she started exhaling on my neck that sent a chill down my spine as I started to remove her belt and pull down her trousers. It was very tricky. Her boots were still on, and taking the time to remove the laces was out of the question. At any time the door could open and we be caught so I just pulled as much as I could and she reached down with her small hands and opened my fly and took out my rod. It was her first time and when she saw it and swallowed hard and glanced up at me, gave a gentle kiss and kept her hands down there, stroking me softly, feeling the weight of it all. I’m not huge at all, like 6 ½ inches, I think, but to her it was a mountain apparently as she just looked at it wide eyed. I don’t think through the entire time we ever said a word, just hard breathing as she worked me up. Neither of us had a condom but it did not matter.
Once I was slick she inched forward and coached my rod into her tight snatch. Once it was inside her, all the way in, she wrapped her mouth around mine and started pumping breath into my lungs as my hands sank deep into the flesh of her backside. If we had time and seclusion I’m sure we would have fucked like rabbits with me spanking her ass and squeezing her melons, but just a few feet away there were others trying to stay warm and sleep so we went slow and as quiet as possible. She bucked and kept her month clenched tightly to prevent from screaming as she lifted and lowered herself onto me. Having not climaxed for months I had a good load and God I was kicking myself for not doing more to her. I wanted to do it doggy style, missionary, everything, but the damn war kept getting in the way of our thoughts.
She grinded on my lap for several minutes, her breasts staying behind that sports bra, her blouse and TA-50 beside us on the other chair as she rubbed my head and shoulders and kept kissing me. We came at the same time and her eyes shot open in amazement as we drained each other. When we calmed down and she slid beside me, lightly panting for breath she looked up at me and gave a gentle kiss on the cheek.
Throughout the entire night, since no one came to us, I wanted to go back at it, but she just huddled with me, giving me little kisses and rubbing and all that worked me back up. I became hard again, she knew it because she touched me there but I did not force he. Over my trousers she just kept rubbing me and I came again, cum flowed into my underwear and my inner thighs, a real mess but for some reason I reached down and ran my fingers inside my pants and brought them out, the tips coated in spunk and wiped her thin lips with the index finger. After one wipe she closed her eyes and opened her mouth and gently sucked on my finger tip and savored the flavor before finishing off the rest. When my hand was clean she ran her own hand down there and cleaned up what she could, little by little.
Looking back at it I would say it was the spur of the moment, not to say I did not enjoy it, but we were scared that we might not see tomorrow and wanted at least one more joy in our lives before we went. When we were done we clothed ourselves and spent the rest of the night huddled together, she kissed my neck several times and stroked my chest and we kissed some more and she let me touch her chest, it was so soft but would not let me see the nipples, but the next day she was ordered out and I haven’t seen her since and now, I forgot her name.
She was my last time and now it didn’t bother me at all. It kept my mind clear for fighting but people like Parkinson, well, like I said, they were hound dogs at anything with breasts and legs. One time he even knocked me down in a charge to just get the name of a pretty blonde he saw in Port Gamble and wound up pressing his face against a window and fogging it up like a kid at a candy store display.
Riding in the back of a UH 60 Blackhawk towards the coast the forest was a black blur in the predawn morning. It was my first chance to sleep longer than an hour without being awakened for some emergency. Along the Southern border there were no walls or wire or anything except the natural terrain so infiltration was still a problem, but as we flew West and I dozed the rest of my squad was also sound sleep. Off to the starboard and port rear was two other Blackhawks carrying the rest of the platoon and our escort gunships. This trip was uneventful. We were awakened when we started to touch down near the coast grabbing our rucks we climbed out and ran out. When the helicopters lifted off we looked around for someone to speak to. The base here was hastily put together. There were connex trailers being used for sleep quarters laid out in a rectangle to the East of the helipad and to the North was the headquarters, a reinforced concrete structure that looked like it once was a light house was now the commo, communications, building. We rallied and went for the commo building where tha female sergeant first class was waiting for us. We checked in and our lieutenant marched us to an empty conex where we found cots to sleep on. There was a trailer that would be our shower and port-a-johns for take a dump, not exactly the Four Seasons but better than the forests. There was even a trailer that would be the kitchen. They had fresh fish and meat! After dropping off our rucks the lieutenant, Donaldson, a 32 old veteran of Afghanistan, said we should keep our weapons close and not to leave the base until later today which we reluctantly agreed but Parkinson was chomping at the bit next to me.
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