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Authors: Jack Walker
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Simon, we are going to have a threesome!" Judith blurted out and her and Ella exploded into a fit of giggles. "We are sexually frustrated, and need your help!" they lamented, watching as his face turned even redder.
Simon gaped at them, then realised he was being teased by these two, and suddenly it hit him; Judith did like him after all. Maybe he was in with a chance after all, not that he was actually looking for a romance right now; but if they survived long enough he could pursue that avenue. Smiling he joined in their laughter, and they talked more, Simon eventually finishing his food. They finally all climbed into their sleeping bags; Simon's had been placed conveniently in between the two girls sleeping bags, and they had crawled into them and fallen asleep quickly. Simon did not fall asleep straight away; he lay there and replayed the events of today in his mind. He could not believe that they had survived so much already in such a short period of time. He also pondered the thought of Judith, and he smiled as he looked over at her, her soft, gentle breathing calming him and he felt a wave of growing feeling of tenderness. He thought of the people that he had seen slaughtered outside the shop; how quickly the savage people had destroyed so many lives. He shook his head in utter dismay. Lying there, listening to the group as they softly rustled in their sleeping bags, snored or made other noises; he smiled, knowing that he was indeed doing a good deed by helping them survive whatever this outbreak was. He had used his head, and had tried to act like a leader, but if he had not had the help of Dawson and the others, he would have been much worse off. Looking out over them all, he saw a hunched figure with a sleeping bag draped over her, sitting on a chair near the front door. Speaking softly he asked who it was, and was not surprised it was Dawson.
Dawson had realised that if everybody slept there would be nobody watching in case anything happened. She had taken the role of watchman, and had set up a chair so she could easily get to the drapes to move them slightly and see out the window into the street. She spoke softly to Simon saying that she would happily do a few hours watch, then she would wake him to take over until they could set up a watch rotation. Simon had nodded and had silently cursed himself for not thinking of that earlier. Dawson heard him cursing and had just chuckled. How had he expected to think of absolutely everything when he had never been placed in a situation like this or any other before? He had nodded and said that that statement was very true indeed, and he had not really asked people if he should be in charge, but had assumed the responsibility on his own. Acknowledging that he was now their defacto leader was an important step he realised, and would have to consult Dawson more the next day to see if there was anything else that she could think of to help them in their current situation. Finally he drifted off, falling into a deep sleep where he had the most erotic dream about Judith Ella and himself.
Chapter Fourteen
The infected was walking down a passage, a long passage lined with mirrors that showed her reflection with his mottled skin and ragged, torn clothes. Her teeth were rotten, broken and blood-stained. She could practically smell his rotten, fetid breath that stank with the smell of rotting flesh. His hands were bony claws that wanted to rip out guts and stuff them into her rotten maw. The prey was at the end of the passage, and he started screaming; although he was making no noise but he could see her rotten milky eyes. He started to shuffle toward her, he could not believe she was an infected; not Judith, but as much as he staggered and stumbled, he made no progress toward her. His shattered legs made no progress towards her, no progress at all.
*****
Interlude One
The infected had spread out to the north of the city, from patient zero who had walked out of the UN,
Simon gaped at them, then realised he was being teased by these two, and suddenly it hit him; Judith did like him after all. Maybe he was in with a chance after all, not that he was actually looking for a romance right now; but if they survived long enough he could pursue that avenue. Smiling he joined in their laughter, and they talked more, Simon eventually finishing his food. They finally all climbed into their sleeping bags; Simon's had been placed conveniently in between the two girls sleeping bags, and they had crawled into them and fallen asleep quickly. Simon did not fall asleep straight away; he lay there and replayed the events of today in his mind. He could not believe that they had survived so much already in such a short period of time. He also pondered the thought of Judith, and he smiled as he looked over at her, her soft, gentle breathing calming him and he felt a wave of growing feeling of tenderness. He thought of the people that he had seen slaughtered outside the shop; how quickly the savage people had destroyed so many lives. He shook his head in utter dismay. Lying there, listening to the group as they softly rustled in their sleeping bags, snored or made other noises; he smiled, knowing that he was indeed doing a good deed by helping them survive whatever this outbreak was. He had used his head, and had tried to act like a leader, but if he had not had the help of Dawson and the others, he would have been much worse off. Looking out over them all, he saw a hunched figure with a sleeping bag draped over her, sitting on a chair near the front door. Speaking softly he asked who it was, and was not surprised it was Dawson.
Dawson had realised that if everybody slept there would be nobody watching in case anything happened. She had taken the role of watchman, and had set up a chair so she could easily get to the drapes to move them slightly and see out the window into the street. She spoke softly to Simon saying that she would happily do a few hours watch, then she would wake him to take over until they could set up a watch rotation. Simon had nodded and had silently cursed himself for not thinking of that earlier. Dawson heard him cursing and had just chuckled. How had he expected to think of absolutely everything when he had never been placed in a situation like this or any other before? He had nodded and said that that statement was very true indeed, and he had not really asked people if he should be in charge, but had assumed the responsibility on his own. Acknowledging that he was now their defacto leader was an important step he realised, and would have to consult Dawson more the next day to see if there was anything else that she could think of to help them in their current situation. Finally he drifted off, falling into a deep sleep where he had the most erotic dream about Judith Ella and himself.
Chapter Fourteen
The infected was walking down a passage, a long passage lined with mirrors that showed her reflection with his mottled skin and ragged, torn clothes. Her teeth were rotten, broken and blood-stained. She could practically smell his rotten, fetid breath that stank with the smell of rotting flesh. His hands were bony claws that wanted to rip out guts and stuff them into her rotten maw. The prey was at the end of the passage, and he started screaming; although he was making no noise but he could see her rotten milky eyes. He started to shuffle toward her, he could not believe she was an infected; not Judith, but as much as he staggered and stumbled, he made no progress toward her. His shattered legs made no progress towards her, no progress at all.
*****
Interlude One
The infected had spread out to the north of the city, from patient zero who had walked out of the UN,
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