by Stephens, L.
He had only seen army trucks and police vehicles since he had started his rampage through the city, and he didn’t want to fuck with any of them, so when he saw the SUV he had to have it. He stood square in its path and raised the rifle to his eye, aiming at the driver’s seat. The glare from the morning light reflected off the windshield, and he couldn’t get a good shot. At this point Daryl realized the car was not going stop for him, and his eyes widened. The sad irony of the situation ran through his head. All the running and the stealth were all for naught, and he was about to fucking die by getting hit by a car. He heard a scream and the tires locked up, the squeal of the rubber cancelling out any other noise. The car was skidding to a stop, and Daryl judged that the car would indeed stop without injuring him, but he wasn’t one hundred percent sure, so he was ready to jump out of the way if he needed to. He really needed to bring home the point though, so he decided to stand there like a statue and show his intent. This was his car now and whoever was behind the wheel would have to respect him. He breathed a small sigh of relief as the car stopped two yards in front of him. It was showtime. His muscles flexed, and he gave a small move of the rifle as he scrunched his nose and bared his teeth.
“Get out!” Daryl yelled. “Get the fuck out, right, now!”
CHAPTER 75: BAD VIBES
Choose to be optimistic, it feels better.
― Dalai Lama XIV
Sarah turned off the car and looked around at the other passengers, who seemed just as shell shocked as her.
“What are we going to do?” Sarah asked quietly, looking back at the large man pointing an assault rifle at her.
Ryan opened his door, and everyone looked to him in surprise.
“Where you going?” Sarah asked.
“We're here!” Ryan said with a smile as he scampered out. “Come if you want, I don’t think you got a choice though.”
The car rocked as Ryan slammed his door, and Sarah and Lynne unbuckled their seatbelts in unison but they didn’t get out. They just sat there looking at each other.
“Are we getting out of here?” Sarah whispered. “This seems like a terrible idea.”
“I guess,” Lynne whispered back. “Doesn’t look like we have much of a choice.”
“That guy is a creep,” Sarah said, looking to Ryan.
“You don’t have to tell me,” Lynne said, adjusting her bra.
“Well, least he doesn’t have a gun,” Sarah said turning back to the man outside.
“Hurry the fuck up in there!” he called, menacing them with the aim of his rifle.
“You coming?” Sarah said to the girl in the passenger seat who hadn’t unbuckled her seat belt.
“I think I'm going to stay here,” the girl said calmly. “I need to go home.”
Sarah looked at the person who up till a minute ago was catatonic but was now hurriedly fixing her makeup with a small compact and decided that there were bigger fish to fry than mothering this girl she had just met.
“Suit yourself, but I don’t think he seems like a nice guy,” Sarah said, trying not to sound like her mother but failing miserably.
“Just stay here for a moment, darling, okay?” Lynne whispered to Ava as she opened the door.
“Lynne!” Sarah cried.
Lynne got out of the car and showed a clean pair of hands. Tears were beginning to form in the corners of her eyes.
“I have a child!” Lynne pleaded. “Please don’t do this.”
“Sure, you do,” he said with a smirk. “Get the fuck out of here!”
Lynne nodded her head as the tears started to stream down her cheeks.
“Come on, honey,” Lynne said, trying to sound cheerful. “We’re going to go visit a friend across the road.”
Ava popped out of the car, and the robber aimed the gun at the ground. Lynne looked to him one last time as she took Ava’s hand in hers, but he looked away. Sarah opened her door, also keeping her palms up as she slowly exited the car.
“You don’t have to do this, you know?” Sarah said with a smile. “We just want the same thing as you, trust me.”
“Keep moving!” he said, pointing the gun at Sarah. “You don’t fucking know me!”
“Okay, you got the gun,” Sarah said diplomatically. “It’s all yours, the keys are in the ignition.”
“Keep moving!” he said, still pointing the rifle at her.
Sarah did as she was told, moving to the back of the car to be with Lynne and Ava. She left her door open but closed Lynne and Ava’s as she walked past. Ryan was already heading down the driveway of a small office block across the road. He pressed a few numbers on the keypad of the electronic box on the wall, and the large garage door leading to the underground parking lot began to rise up.
“Where are you going?” Lynne called to the man with the gun.
“I'm not sure, but I do know one thing, you’re not coming,” he said as he reached the open driver’s side door. “I just want the car. Y’all just going to slow me down, and I ain’t got time for that. Go with him, he seems to have a plan.”
Sarah and Lynne looked at each other and silently acknowledged that following Ryan into the building was their best bet.
CHAPTER 76: ORANGE JUICE
Black Aldo loafers, Adidas Gazelles in the icy pink colorway, Nike kids Star Runners in the pink colorway and Nike Air Max 95 Essentials in the basic bitch black colorway. Daryl was embarrassed as he watched them pile out of the car and run towards the office building. He wasn’t going to kill them or even hurt them. Truth was, if they had refused him, he probably would have begged them to give him a ride. Once he saw the child, he had almost relented. He thought the woman in the backseat was bluffing, as he couldn’t see any kids in the back, but when the little girl had popped out his cheeks had flushed. He wasn’t thinking clearly. You can’t exactly bluff that you have a child, Daryl thought, especially when there is a large black man pointing a fucking rifle at you. In some fucked up way he actually wanted to go with them, even though the car was sitting there ready for him to take.
He grit his teeth and pushed all the pussy thoughts he had going through his head into the back of his mind. He assumed it was guilt or the need to not be alone anymore. He knew deep down, he wasn’t this fucking thug guy he had been pretending to be, but at end of the day it didn’t matter. He had to survive this fucking nightmare any way possible. If it was by being the tough guy, mother-fucker he appeared to be on the outside, so be it. Nice guys were the first to die in this type of situation, and that was the last thing he wanted to do. He climbed into the driver’s seat of the SUV and put the rifle on the back seat, thinking of all the places he was going to run to that weren’t in a zip code starting with nine zero.
“Hi, I’m Jill,” a woman said, seductively flashing a large smile at him. “I guess, you’re going to give me a ride home.”
Daryl cocked his head to one side and looked at her in amazement. Somehow in the middle of the destruction and chaos, there was a pretty white girl, flashing a giant grin at him, wanting to become his sidekick. He was flattered, and he thought about taking her with him for a second, before he pulled out the handgun in his waistband and pointed it at her.
“Bitch!” Daryl spat. “Get the fuck out!”
“Wait, what?” the white girl said in amazement. “You have to give me a ride home.”
“I don’t need to give you shit,” Daryl hissed. “I’m going to give you the count of three before I shoot you in that pretty little face!”
Daryl swore he could pinpoint the exact moment her heart broke. He could see through the makeup that her face had gone a ghostly white and the sweet smile had disappeared, replaced with an angry scowl. He watched as she sighed comically and slowly unbuckled her seat belt, intentionally and awkwardly exposing her underwear to him as she slowly got out of the car, giving him one last chance to change his mind.
“Hurry the fuck up!” Daryl said as he adjusted his seat. “I’m not interested in your torn up little pussy.”
He felt a little bad about being so mean, but she was like some mangy mutt that wouldn’t leave him alone. He had to scare her away for her own benefit, but mostly he didn’t trust himself. He fell in love way too easily. She eventually got out of the car and slammed the door, before turning to Daryl and giving him the finger through the window. He pretended he didn’t see it.
“Fucking asshole!” the white girl yelled.
He noticed her ballet flats as she scurried after the others, and Daryl chuckled. He was kind of proud of himself in a way. He had his cash, his car and a new outlook on life.
“I need to get the fuck out of here,” Daryl whispered as he turned the key in the ignition.
The car roared to life for a brief second. Then it sputtered before completely conking out. He turned the key again. The car sputtered and coughed, but it wouldn’t turn over; it just mocked him with its hideous sound.
“What the fuck?” Daryl said to himself as he looked at the dash.
The gas warning light flashed in his face like it was laughing him.
“God-fucking-damnit!” Daryl screamed as he slammed the steering wheel with the palm of his hand. “I’m going to kill these mother fuckers!”
A loud bang got Daryl’s attention instantly. A group of five zombies had silently approached and were now trying to claw their way through the window to get at him. He closed his eyes and took a couple slow breaths. He could feel pressure rising in him, and he was close to losing his mind. No matter how close he seemed to be from victory, something would come and fucking ruin it.
“Run!” the girl from the driver seat yelled.
Daryl snapped out of his meditation and saw the slut from the passenger seat start to run to the garage. The zombies that had been clawing at his window stopped and started moving towards her. He let one last breath out and picked up the rifle from the back seat and scooted over to the passenger seat and out the other side. Once he was out of the car, he moved around to stand in between the zombies and the people he had just put in harm’s way. The zombies came at him one by one, and he took them down without hesitation. He had two options now: he could follow the women into the office building or he could continue his rampage across the city and maybe syphon some gas out of a parked car to use on the SUV. The syphon option did seem like the best idea and came with the added bonus of not having to show up to the office building cap in hand, but it involved more shooting, more danger and more effort. He just wanted to go to sleep and wake up when it was all over. As if to hurry his thought process, the garage door started to roll down.
“These mother fuckers are going to get me killed,” Daryl said as he started running after them.
CHAPTER 77: THE JOY OF ORAL SEX
She had been sitting on the long leather couch for an hour, leaning forward as she held her head in her hands. Ever since a stagehand had shown her into the green room, butterflies had been doing laps in her stomach. The stagehand had also handed Joy a handwritten note from Roger that read, “I’m going to be right there, just wait for me and my package.”
Roger’s ham-fisted message was pretty easy to understand. Joy was going to have to suit up and face a few curve balls, take one on the chin and maybe get a home run.
† Speaking of ham-fisted, how was that for a metaphor!? †
She was just about to get up and head for the Greytech helicopter that was waiting for her on the roof, when Roger closed and locked the door behind him and strutted towards her as he loosened his tie.
“I can’t believe you!” Roger said as he unbuckled his belt. “You knew all about those fucking guys out there and you didn’t tell me!”
Joy guessed Denise had betrayed the ladies room code and told Roger what she had heard, but she didn’t hold a grudge. It was all going to come out in the wash anyway. The job at hand was minimizing the damage.
“Come on, Joy, we made a fucking deal,” Roger said as he stood over her. “I look like a fucking idiot!”
The jingle of metal snapped Joy out of her racing mind as Roger’s pants gathered in a pile at his ankles. The dirty skid marks on his underwear were clearly visible. Joy let out a quiet sigh as she resigned herself to her fate, she was going to have to suck this asshole’s dick, and it was plain to see this asshole wasn’t even clean. She slowly looked up to see Roger hovering above her, stroking his cock and twisting his mouth with every flick of his wrist.
“Alright, Joy!” Roger said through his teeth. “You ready to suck this cock!?”
She hadn’t even started yet and he was having the time of his life.
There had been an instant attraction. They had been at a fundraiser for some charity when they had met. Roger was hosting, and seeing as Greytech was the biggest donor Joy had been front and center. He had been charming, and she had been flirtatious. If it wasn’t for Max lurking nearby and a private jet leaving for New York early the next morning, she would have taken Roger home and sucked on his cock without a second thought. Their paths never crossed again until that morning in the television studio, but text messages had come hot and heavy throughout the months preceding, usually late at night when he was horny or when she was tipsy in another city. She knew he wanted her, but she didn’t want it to become a thing in real life. The “let’s go out for a drink next week” never happened, despite his insistence, but thinking back, as she did right now, maybe the months of pushing and prodding had sent him over the edge on a trajectory to where he was right now, ready to fulfill his pent-up desires. It wasn’t as if she had sent him explicit photos, just a little cleavage. That was the best he got, which was nothing compared to the barrage of dick pics he sent.
So here she was, watching the same cock that had been documented better than a C list celebrity on TMZ getting stroked and caressed one foot away from her face. It had been midnight when she had gotten the call from one of her subordinates. He had been watching late night TV when a live news broadcast had interrupted the regular programming. He told her of the carnage and the Greytech jumpsuits, and she had known straight away what was going on. Joy had hung up on the excited subordinate and called Max. Of course there had been no answer, even after five attempts, but she had known he was there, probably stroking his dick to the assumed anxiety this stunt was causing her. She had decided to text Roger instead of calling him. She thought making the initial approach informal might add some casualness to the debacle, not to mention reminding him that the proceeding interaction between them was a picture of his erect cock. He had replied almost instantly, but he had been evasive in his responses to her, so she knew something was up, and when she pushed him, a text message had come in that read: “My producer wants to go negative.”
Joy stopped pointing for the outfield because it wasn’t going to be the home run that she had thought, and it didn’t take too many exchanges for Roger to put it simply to her: “If you help me tonight in the green room, I promise I’ll go easy on you.”
All their texts had been playful and sexy. This was neither. This was like someone else entirely, but his almost maniacal masturbation, inches from her head, told her this was not his first rodeo.
The announcer had called her name and the stadium was rocking to her favorite hip-hop song. Joy was ready. It was game time. She put on her best porn star face with her eyes blank and wide. Her lips were moist, but she licked them anyway. She wasn’t turned on; she just wanted this over quickly, and she knew this look would be the best way to get him to pitch fast, right in her strike zone. Joy took his wrist and moved his hand away from his pulsing cock and put it by his side. His pelvis sprung forward seemingly involuntarily, and the head of his penis almost took Joy’s eye out. She wrapped her hand around the base of his cock and tried not to be in awe of its size. She could feel his pulse as pre-cum glinted in the light of the green room, and instinctively her nipples became erect and her breathing quickened. With two outs and the bases loaded, Joy was now up to bat. Storm clouds were looming, but the pitcher was going through the motions. His
cock was staring her right in the face. It wasn’t that bad, she told herself. She had actually even dug up a picture of his cock from time to time when she really wanted to rub one out, but this was different though. It wasn’t exactly rape, but it sure as hell felt like it. She stroked his cock. Some of the pre-cum that had gathered at the eye of his dick worked as lube for her to start with.
“Come on, suck it!” Roger said in a dark whisper as he ever so slightly gyrated his pelvis at her again. “Put your fucking mouth on it!”
The pitcher was starting his wind up, and Joy let a big breath out, still looking up at him in her dead-eyed gaze, and she licked her lips slowly, deliberately, playing for time. She opened her mouth wide and was ready to take his member deep in her soul. She closed her eyes as she leaned in, her heart racing and her shame gland slowly enlarging. Suddenly, a loud banging came from the other side of the green room door. Rain delay, phew, Joy thought as she looked to where the banging had come from.
“I’m busy in here!” Roger screamed. “I told you! Gimme ten minutes!”
“Roger, it’s me Derek!” Derek’s muffled voice came from behind the door. “We got a situation!”
Like clockwork, an alarm bell started ringing throughout the room.
“What the fuck?” Roger said as he bent down and started pulling up his pants. “To be continued, you sexy little minx.”