Trust and Love through Zombies-closed to Cbelle02-

[amon_darknight]

Closed to Cbelle02

He breathed hard, sweat ran down his face, his shrunk chest, he tried to calm his breathing to slow his heart rate. He did not want to go into cardiac arrest. He heard the pounding on the door, he heard the moans, there were not that many out there... yet. The ragged man gathered his supplies and looked to his knife and handgun. "Shit... 8 rounds left... going to have to do..." he stood up and drank the last of his water from his canteen. He stood and was ready as he only had one way to go, he was holed up in a little back room where he found a little bit of supplies, a few cans of green beans and one can ravioli, what luck! He found a few bottles of water and saw that as good luck. He knew in the outside was 6 maybe 8 zombies, he would have to move fast to the ladder of the small restaurant. He needed to get to the roof, the building was a long strip of shops, 5 or 6 of them if he counted right. He got ready.

It all happened so fast, him letting the door open, to the three that fell inside on top of each other, the man quickly took good fortune in his hands and stabbed the three in the head, it didn't take much to pierce there skull and stab the brain. He took them down and stalked around the dark restaurant, he saw there were four more in here, as long as he stayed quiet they would not pick up on him. He moved with care, he cursed his luck now though as he was 30 feet from the roof access, he saw there was broken glass on the ground, he shook his head as he decided to just run and run he did as his heart beat fast, the zombies moaned and started to move on him, they were feet behind him as he reached the ladder and to his favor it was clear, he quickly climbed up the ladder and got to the attic of the restaurant, he looked around and saw he was alone. He laid on the ground and smiled as he raised a hand to the air. He did it, he made it on his own through a tight spot. The group he was with always though him to be worthless, never a help, but his sister made them all like him. "Mariana..."

He sighed when he thought of his sister, she was beautiful and well respected, more than her worthless brother. Where were they now? He has been seperated from them for over 3 weeks now, they all probably thought he was dead. He looked around up here and found a stash of candy! Water! A 12 pack of pepsi, 4 bottles of booze, other various snacks, he cheered silently as he saw someone must have lived up here, he saw the bed and dresser and a locked box. He turned around and worried now, was the person still here? He looked around and found extra clothes and blankets. Today was his lucky day. He went to the bed and saw it has not been slept in for a while now, he breathed a sigh of relief. He saw another box was under the bed and he pulled it out to find a set of keys and... "porn...." he covered his mouth as he felt like a kid again. He pulled out the porno mags and looked through them. He has not felt the touch of a woman in a long time, and the last time he jerked off... it has been a while. He laughed as he laid back on the bed and loomed through the mags, forgetting about the keys.

He still wished he could have a woman by his side though...

 

[cbelle02]

"Fuck fuck fuck!" Samantha muttered to herself as she slammed the empty cabinet door. The safehouse she'd been staying in the past few weeks was out of food. She had only a single canteen of water left. Samantha and her husband had found the place, managing to board it up and keep it safe. It was well stocked with supplies when they'd found it and they'd managed to keep it that way through a few hazardous treks for more.

Two weeks ago, they'd begun to run low and Harris had gone out to try to find more. He brought home only a few cans and a blanket or two. But it wasn't the same Harris that returned. He'd been attacked. Though the virus hadn't turned him yet, they both knew it was coming. It was heartbreaking, but Samantha did what she had to do, what Harris begged her to do. She'd killed her own husband. Really, she knew he was already dead, but that didn't expunge her of the guilt she still felt.

She pulled out a picture of her husband, kissing it softly and pocketing it again then resumed packing her bag. It had been the two of them against the world for the past several months. And now it was only her. Now she'd have to go out again, find more food and supplies and if she were extremely lucky, more weapons. Fortunately, she still had plenty of ammo and two sturdy blades. But each trek was further and further away from the safe house, making it more and more dangerous.

She strapped on her gear and weapons and checked the vicinity. Nothing nearby. She bolted up the house and set out. There were a few houses nearby but they'd already been picked clean, so she took a different path.

An hour later, she'd managed to only snag a few random items, but at least the path was mostly clear. Any zombies around were only in packs of 2 or 3 at most, easy to handle with a quick shot to the head or slice to the neck. It wasn't long before she spied a large restaurant. She tried not to get her hopes up. Surely a place like that had already been picked clean...but she had to try, right?

Gun in one hand, she pushed open the front door. She knew immediately there were zombies and soon spotted the bodies. Someone else had been here recently. Had they survived? She scanned the room, though she didn't see any other creatures right away, she could hear their shuffles and heavy gravely breathing. Her other hand hovered over her knife as she moved forward slowly. Her mission was to take them out and then see what she could find.

She moved carefully toward the noise. She turned a corner and suddenly she was surrounded by 3 approaching zombies. "Shit!" She cried, backing away, her gun cocked. She screamed when she backed into a fourth zombie that grabbed at her with decaying hands. She twisted before it had a chance latch on, grabbing her blade and in one swift motion, beheaded the foul creature.

But the delay allowed the others to catch up with her. She managed to blast two in the head, and planted her boot in the other one's stomach, kicking it away from her long enough to turn her gun on it as well. It wasn't until it fell that she let out the breath she'd been holding.

"FUCK!" She yelled again. Was that all of them? She kept her weapons raised as she surveyed the room, ready to kill anything that came at her.

 

[amon_darknight]

As he lay there enjoying his porno mags, he heard commotion from down stairs. He went and grabbed his gun and knife, a bowie knife that had a knuckle ring, he went to the trap door and slid it open as he poked his head down, he saw more dead zombies and wondered what was killing them, he scanned the room and than saw a woman than with her gun out, barrel smoking still. "Hey, over here, quick, you fired your gun and probably attracted more!" As he said that he saw the outlines of more zombies through the windows. He waved her over and waited for her to get to the ladder. When she made it up, the door to the restaurant busted down and three zombies flooded in. He closed the attic door and locked it as he looked to this woman, he held his gun still in his hand, but not aiming at the woman.

"Here drink this." He handed her a bottle of water and looked her over. "Are you alone? Are there others, is there a beautiful woman named Marianna there?" He got excited, if she was with his group, than she would know if his sister was ok. He didn't feel she was a threat, but he kept his gun in his hand, he sat on the bed and sighed. "Ground floor is cut off, we have the roof and than hopefully another roof access is open to get down." He wondered about her. "Its ok to relax, I am not going to rape you, have a seat, tell me about yourself and what your doing out here." He handed her some candy, a chocolate bar and a sucker.

 

[cbelle02]

Samantha heard something above and behind her. She turned quickly, aiming her gun upward. Instead she saw a man looking down from above. "Hey!" He called. "Over here, quick, you fired your gun and probably attracted more!" She hesitated briefly, before she noticed that he was right. She spotted more of the zombies approaching the restaurant, and some already banging to get in.

She hurried toward the man and scaled up the ladder. As soon as she was in, he bolted the door shut. Both of them still held a tight grip on their guns. He'd helped her out of the situation but that by no means meant she could trust him.

He shoved a bottle of water at her, urging her to drink it. She eyed it warily, but it was cold. Probably much fresher than her own and she couldn't resist downing half the bottle as the man spoke.

"Are you alone? Are there others, is there a beautiful woman named Marianna there?" He asked as he sat on the bed. Samantha took a seat in a nearby chair, her gun in her lap as he explained their situation.

"Tell me about yourself and what you're doing here." He finished, shoving candy toward her. She had to admit, the candy was tempting. When was the last time she'd had something sweet?

"I'm sorry, I'm alone. I don't know anyone by that name. I've been alone for a couple weeks now, before that it was just my husband and I for the past couple months." She was careful not to give too many details. "I've been staying a few miles back, but ran out of food and supplies. I was hoping to just make a quick stock run."

She scanned the room. There was more food on the shelves, and a fridge. She wondered if it still worked. Then when she returned her eyes back to the man, she saw the porn mags spread on the bed. She raised an eyebrow.

"I guess you kind of hit the jackpot up here, huh? Food, clothes, ammo...entertainment." She said with a hint of a smirk. "So, what's your story? How'd you end up here?"

 

[amon_darknight]

He listened to every word, feeling her out, trying to discern if she was telling the truth or not. He just had a smile on his face. "Me, I have been on the move from place to place, I was with a large group, my sister, Marianna, I got seperated from her and have been on mu own for some time. The group probably thinks I am dead, I was pretty worthless to them, but my sister stood up for me, she was one that everyone looked up to." He took a sip of water. "I came across the small shopping center here and saw everything was still boarded up, so there had to be food and supplies, well I had hoped. This was the second place I went through already and I scored."

Just as he said that he heard the sound of glass breaking and he shook his head. "They are collecting down there... we have only the roof top to rely on now." He sighed as he put his gun in his holster. "My name is Kevin by the way, I guess we are in this together for a while." He wondered if he could trust her, if she would try and kill him and take his find for her own. Her comment was noticed. "Yeah, I know.. pervy, but it has been a long time... and you know..." he glanced to the porn and blushed a bit.

 

[cbelle02]

She wasn't sure if she could trust him, but by the sound of it, the creatures were piling in downstairs and it was looking like she didn't have much of a choice at the moment.
He made some explanation for the porn and she shrugged.

"Look, I'm not judging. I couldn't care less. But we need to start packing some shit up and get out of here. Throw those in if you really want." She stood and started to grab cans of food, candy, drinks and even some of the liquor. Feeling his eyes on her, she turned toward him. He had started packing too.

"Look, I know what you're thinking. I don't trust you either, ok? But I'm not gonna shank you or screw you over. And once we're clear of this mess, you're on your own. But right now, we need to get the fuck out of here." She wasn't sure if the zombies could make their way up to where they were but she did hear what sounded like a few of them clambering around the ladder.

 

[amon_darknight]

He shook his head as he looked to her. "Hey, we can't go anywhere, there is not point right now, the sun is setting, we don't have light. We can stay here, the more we move around, the more noise we make, the more we attract down there, so if we go up to the roof and make lots of noise, we might cut ourselves off. Now the next store over is hardware store, I am keeping my fingers crossed that the roof hatch is not locked, and there is a clothing store of some sort a few shops down." He shook his head as she said that. "Calm down, we can stay here and just have a relaxing night, than move out in the day, no reason to get killed when we have all this drink and food, when was the last time you ate good? When was the last time you slept in a bed? No zombie can get up up here, they cant climb ladders." He smiled. "And I won't stab you in the back, I have not been around people in some time, it is nice to have someone to talk to."

He stood and walked over to the shelves, he pulled some cans off and took two plastic spoons. "Sweet, canned peaches and pineapples, lets have a treat, what do you say?" He smiled as he opened them and set them down, taking a bite out of a peach. "That's fine, if when we hit the ground and you want to go your way, fine. I will go and find my sister, and hell yeah I will be taking the porn, you want one, I am sure you can use one as well." He grinned at her. He had kind eyes and showed no ill intentions. He was a really nice guy, at least that is what his sister told everyone.

 

[cbelle02]

She looked out the small window and sighed. He was right, it would practically be suicide to try to leave now. She settled back in her chair, her hand still on her gun.

"Fine. You're right, I suppose." She took the can of pineapples and the spoon, bringing the tangy sweet fruit to her lips. Pineapple was her favorite and she couldn't remember the last time she'd had any. She savored the taste for a moment before taking another bite.

She still wasn't sure whether to trust him, but if she left, she was pretty sure her death was certain as opposed to here. Plus, at least she'd have a good meal or two before she died, if this guy did decide to betray her.

"No thanks." She said, in reference to his offer of porn. "I have a good enough imagination." She and her husband had led a very active sex life. It was one thing that kept their minds off everything going on around them. Though she missed him terrible, she also missed the frequent sex. But she hadn't been able to bring herself to so much as touch herself since he'd died.

She sat the pineapple down and stood up. In a fridge she found beer and grabbed two bottles. Rummaging around, she finally found a bottle opener and popped the tops. "God, I'd begun to think alcohol no longer existed." She said, handing a bottle to Kevin.

 

[amon_darknight]

Kevin looked to her as she handed him a beer, he took it and made the cheers motion. He smiled as they clinked bottles and he took a large gulp. He had a big smile on his face as he tasted it, it has been so long and such a hard journey to get here. "So are you going to tell me your name, or do I have to call you stranger?" He smiled at her, as he looked to the beer. "Good choice, we can always get into the whiskey later, I mean its not like we are going anywhere..." He laughed, such joy was in his laugh, like nothing was wrong at the moment. His sister taught him to laugh when things looked down in the dumps, to always find something to smile and laugh about, even in the end of the world scenario. He looked her over, seeing how tired and how stressed she was, how could she not? He walked over to her and he looked her right in the eyes. "I know you have been through a lot, if you need to get something off your chest, I am a good listener, you can talk to me, I like the sound of your voice. Beats hearing the moans and groans coming from down there..."

He laughed as he downed his beer and walked over to grab two more, popping the tops and handing her a new one. "So when you get out of here, where will you go? There is not much out there, will you go back to your safe house, hold down there again? Tell you what, when you decide to go, why don't you take the majority of the food, I can tell you need it a lot more than I do. He had such care in his voice, how could he be a bad guy.

He saw the key ring again and than looked to the foot locker, he wondered. He would not bring it up now though, later would be a better time to go through it. "You are a pretty good shot with that handgun of yours, where did you learn how to shoot?" He wanted to hear about her, he was curious, she has not even told him her name, let alone calm down a bit to not sound so mean.

 

[cbelle02]

She paused, tapping her finger on her beer bottle as if weighing whether or not to divulge her information. Honestly, the guy seemed fairly harmless, maybe even a bit nerdy. Finally she sighed and laid her gun down on a nearby table and took a sip of beer.

"Samantha." She said. "Most people call me Sam." She took the second beer and sat it next to her gun while she finished her first one. "Honestly, I don't know what I'm going to do after this. The plan was to stock up and get back there. That would be the sensible thing to do, I suppose. I don't know though." The old place held a lot of painful memories that she hated being reminded of. But it was safe. Every time she left, she was tempted to never go back. But she always did. What other choice did she have?

"My dad taught me to shoot. He always wanted me to be well prepared to defend myself. I'm guessing he didn't think I'd ever have to use it for something like this but...thanks dad." She half laughed and held up her beer to salute her father before downing the rest of it and grabbing the second one.

 

[amon_darknight]

"Samantha, that's a wonderful name." He smiled as he listened to her talk, she had such a melody to her voice, such a peaceful tone. He sipped his beer and wondered about her plan. "Well, it is going to be a hard venture, I mean if that hatch is locked, we will have to hole it up in here, till they start to move out, I don't know if they will knowing we are up here... so its a double edge sword I guess..." He sighed. "I am glad your father taught you such a useful skill, only skill I have is video games and no real skills, my sister basically taught me how to shoot, gave me a crash course, she was a cop, I mean a detective. So, I am not a good shot at all" He downed the new beer and wiped his lips. "You can stay here as long as you want, I don't mind and like I said, it is nice being able to talk to someone, I don't know how long I will be here, maybe I will go out like a hero... I don't know, I would like to find my sister."

He knew the outcome of that, he would not make it very far. How could he? But if he traveled with another, the chances were a bit higher, right? He thought about this, but there was no way he could ask that of her, she had her own plan, she had her own road to travel. She barely trusted him, how could he expect her to want to travel his road.

"So Samantha, has it been hard on your own, I mean, you look like you have done better than I, so you must have skills."

He asked that and wondered what she would tell him.

 

[cbelle02]

Sam shrugged, remembering the first few days after her husband's death. She hadn't been so strong then, even contemplated ending it all. But she knew he would never want that for her so she bucked up and pulled herself together.

"It's been difficult, but you don't realize how tough you really are until you're forced to be, right? And you're still alive so that goes for something." She pointed out, sipping her beer. "Look, tell you what. We make it out of this alive and I'll help you look for your sister."

Of course that didn't mean she trusted him. She'd keep on guard until she felt he wasn't going to turn on her. But if he could be trusted, they had a better chance making it together than alone. And if they found his sister and the rest of her group, that would be even better. As much as her pride told her she didn't need anyone else, she realistically knew that wasn't true.

She finished the second beer and stood up to walk around again, exploring. She found a small room off to the side. A bathroom! With a shower! What were the chances there would be running water? She walked over to the sink, turned the handle. The pipes sputtered and for a moment, only brown rusty water flowed through the faucet. But soon the water cleared. They had running water! And it was heated! She could take a real shower! Her old safehouse had water, but no heat, so she'd have to heat the water on a stove and sponge bathe. How long had it been since she'd had a shower?

"We have fucking hot water!" She yelled to Kevin. "Do you mind if I call dibs on a shower first?" She asked, looking through drawers and finding a towel. "I'll be right out." She said, unable to wipe the grin from her face as she hurried to the bathroom, locking the door behind her.

 

[amon_darknight]

He smiled when she said that they had a bathroom, but he got super excited when she said they had actual hot water. He ran to check it out and was filled with joy as he heard her say she was going to take a shower. He nodded his head and went to sit on the bed.

"Of course, take a shower first, ladies first."

He saw how the door closed and he heard the click of the lock. He wondered what she looked like naked. She looked like she had a curvy body, but couldn't tell with her clothes on. He heard the water and he picked up a porno mag as he started to look at the girls posing, showing off there huge tits, spreading there legs, showing off there pussies. He felt his cock start to harden as he kept thinking about her, if she would let hin shower with her or just let him admire her body.

He shook his head as he softly rubbed his cock through his pants as he waited. He finished his third and fourth beer. Feeling a bit buzzed as he lay there waiting.