by Zach Sweets
Eight
May 28
The Scary Moment
Over the next two weeks, we got to know each other better. Since I refused to touch the handgun on my own, Rex ended up teaching me how to shoot, using zombies' heads as my practice targets. The first few kills it bothered me badly, but gradually I understood why it was necessary. They were dead already with no cure to bring them back.
At first, I was concerned about wasting the ammo, but Rex told me he found a lot of ammo hidden in a locked cabinet in the dining room. Whoever used to live there must had spent a lot of time preparing for the apocalypse. It was strange, though. Having this kind of house, he should have been able to survive and still be here, but he wasn't. That was a mystery. I probably wouldn't ever find out what happened to him.
While learning how to shoot, Rex held me from behind and it turned out that Rex loved to touch me. He always found excuses to have his hands on me, to brush against me and hold my hand. I loved the feeling of his crotch rubbing against my butt. As much as his cock was a distraction, I managed to improve my aim.
His encouragement always made me feel good about myself. Slowly, I started to forget about the past and concentrate on the present.
The more I learned about Rex, the more I realized he was truly a sensitive hunk. We took our "complicated" relationship as slow as possible. There were zombies to keep an eye on and he checked his radio every once in a while. We couldn't afford to lose focus in our dreamland.
Out on the streets, he was a machine that showed no mercy to the dead-walkers. Inside with me, he showed he cared. He made sure I could fight and he taught me several defensive martial arts moves. I was glad to learn them, since it applied to my daily life now. Sometimes, I even managed to knock him down. It happened rarely, but it did happen.
When we went out, we had to fight zombies. They were getting weaker every day. We had to go out sometimes, looking for gas for the generator and food for us. We mostly went into people's houses, checking for anything that might be useful.
I went inside the shed and investigated the gas meter on the generator; the usual routine was to ensure we had enough of everything, such as gas, drink, and food. The meter was low, so I checked the gas cans and they were nearly empty.
I went back into the house and Rex was in the kitchen. "We're low on gas. Let's go out and find more."
"Sure. We're getting low on food, also. Lemme grab the guns in case we bump into the zombies."
"Alright, I'll go back to the shed and bring the tanks with us. See you out front."
In the shed, I picked up the rope on the hook by the door and tied the tanks together. It'd be easier to carry them that way. I left the backyard through the gate and found Rex waiting on the street.
"Good to go?" Rex asked as he handed a pistol to me.
"Yup."
This time, we walked much further out of the town to see if there were any gas stations we'd missed in the past. About five or more miles from the house we'd been staying in, there was an abandoned gas station with a couple of cars and trucks parked around it.
"Rex, look over there." I pointed at it.
Rex squinted his eyes a little then opened them wide as if he recognized something. "That's Carl's truck!" he shouted and ran over.
I immediately followed him. The truck turned out to be a fuel tender.
Rex let out an agonized cry by the time I reached him. I was about to ask him what was going on when I saw the blood stain on the front seat. Carl was nowhere to be seen. We had no clue if that was even him. It didn't matter. Rex screamed continuously and tears poured down his face. He got on his knees and rested his head on the truck's steel tube step.
"The blood probably isn't Carl's. Maybe it belonged to one of the dead-walkers and he escaped." I tried to think of anything to make him stay positive and avoid the worst thoughts.
"Then where is he?" His voice sounded hoarse.
"I don't know. I wish I did, but I don't. He survived that long, I'm sure he's safe somewhere." I knelt down and put my arm around him then whispered in his ear. "For now, let's see if there's a key to this truck so we can bring it over to our place. Okay?" I kissed his forehead and helped him up.
Rex couldn't get inside the truck. He backed away from it. I sighed and got in. "Hey, the key's still in the ignition. I don't know how to drive this one."
"I do." He stared at me and the steering wheel then he mumbled something, I wasn't sure what. Rex checked the gas meter to make sure there was gas in the big tank. "There's enough to last for another week…maybe more, maybe less."
"That's good." I moved to the passenger seat as Rex got in on the driver's side.
I could see how difficult this was for him since he probably wouldn't ever know if the blood belonged to Carl or someone else. It was obvious that they were very close. All of a sudden, Rex smiled.
"Radio's not here or outside. He always brings the radio with him everywhere he goes."
"That's wonderful news." I was so relieved that he wasn't sad anymore.
During the drive back to our place, I asked, "Where did you learn how to drive?"
Rex chuckled. "Carl taught me how to drive this one. I remember a few years ago he invited me to ride with him from Delaware to California. I had been suspended from my job over a little misunderstanding and I ended up not being able to go back to work for a month. Carl couldn't stand seeing me mope every day at home. During that time, Carl and I got closer than we'd ever been, even since we were kids." He continued to recount his wonderful memories with Carl and it seemed to relax him.
Rex slowly backed the truck up to the gate leading to the backyard. It wasn't wide enough to let the truck through, but we figured it'd be best to be as close as possible. Rex stopped briefly and asked, "Can you get out and tell me when to stop?"
"Sure." I got out and walked to the gate and stood in the area where Rex would be able to see me through the side mirror. I gestured him to keep going until the back of the truck almost touched the fence. I waved and said, "Stop." I checked to be sure that there was very low chance for any zombies to be able to squeeze through to get in the backyard.
We got inside the house and Rex was in front of me. I approached him and held him from behind then spoke softly into his ear, "Ah, home sweet home." I tried to keep things positive since he was still down about Carl's fate.
"Funny, there are zombies out there, the world as we know it is gone, and here we are acting like the chaos never existed." He turned around, hugged me, and kissed my neck.
I decided to go along with the happy energy. "Yeah, I am starting to get used to this kind of lifestyle." I grinned as I kissed him on the mouth. Kissing him was one thing I enjoyed a lot; he had the softest lips and he was a great kisser.
We had been sleeping in different bedrooms, but tonight were different. I was way too horny to resist. I led him to his bedroom.
"Get rid of your clothes. Now." I ordered.
"Yes, Sir!" He got rid of his clothes instantly. In all the time we'd been together, I hadn't yet seen him naked and he had a gorgeous body. He was already getting hard. I was relieved that he was on board with this.
Rex chuckled nervously as I looked at him from head to toe and back. "I like what I see, Rex." I approached him, rubbed his chest. I loved the feeling of his furry torso. I mashed my face against him and breathed in his scent: musky, a little sweaty, all man. "You smell good."
"Are you going to do something before I go crazy?" He was anxious to move but I forced him to stay still. "Fuck, you're a big tease."
"It'll be worth the wait, sexy beast." I walked around him, getting a good look at his behind. He had a cute bubble butt covered with short blond hair. I squeezed his ass hard.
I got rid of my clothes and put my arms around him, pulling his back to my chest. He whimpered as I rubbed my cock against his hole. I reached around to grab his cock and squeezed it lightly, feeling the pulse thrumming through him.
"Fuck, you feel good.
" Rex moaned as I jacked his shaft.
I whispered sensually, "I want to be inside you."
He stiffened and I assured him that I'd be gentle and never hurt him.
"I have the stuff that'll make it much easier on you. I'll be back." I slapped his ass softly and told him to wait in the bed.
I went to grab what I needed and came back to Rex. "You look even sexier in bed." I couldn't stop thinking of him as a sexy man. It was amazing that I met him in the midst of all this chaos.
"How and when did you get that stuff?" Rex was confused when he saw what I was holding.
"While you were busy taking care of zombies, I went to the store to grab the goods. I was hopeful." I placed the lube on the end table and crawled on top of Rex.
As I stared into his eyes, he kissed me with passion. I opened my mouth, letting him in. He rubbed my back and our cocks ground together. I pushed him down. "Patience," I said.
"Please, I need to kiss you, taste you." He begged with his puppy face.
"Relax." I kissed his neck, and then continued kissing him until I reached his nipple. I licked, sucked, and bit it while he groaned as if he wanted more.
"Fuck yeah, bite me harder." He continued moaning.
I was happy to comply, nipping at him, and then moving down to kiss his belly tenderly. I slid my arms underneath both of his thighs and lifted him up little. I could feel his cock leaking on my neck and chest. I swallowed his cock as if it belonged in me.
My tongue licked madly around his cock-head and in his slit. Rex squeezed the bed sheets, writhing and panting. Before I had really gotten to enjoy him, he spurted his sweet liquid down my throat. I had forgotten how good cum tasted—bittersweet. I kept sucking until there wasn't any cum left.
As soon as he caught his breath, I lifted him up until I saw his tasty, furry hole. I licked and nibbled, enjoying hearing him scream for more.
"Fuck that feels awesome!" Then, he wasn't coherent, just making noises and sounds.
I continued rimming him until I was satisfied then I grabbed the lube off of the table. I squirted it on his hole. Rubbing it around and inside his hole, I slide my index finger inside him. I did it slowly, pausing to make sure Rex was able to handle it. "This feels okay?"
"God, yes," he whimpered.
"Good to know." I chuckled as I continued to push deeper, moving in and out. Slowly, I inserted my second finger, trying to loosen him. I watched him, making sure he was okay. So far, he was whimpering for more and his toes curled.
My voice sounded husky when I asked, "Are you ready for the best part?"
"Yes, do it. I want to feel you inside me. Fuck, this feels good, better than I ever imagined."
I put a third finger in him, making sure he was loose enough to not be hurt. As soon as I was as sure as I could be, I replaced my fingers with my cock. Once my cock-head got inside, Rex yelped. His eyes watered with pain.
"Shit, are you okay?" I stopped moving.
"It hurts."
"Just breathe slowly. In and out. Relax your muscles. I won't move until you tell me." I comforted him, slowly stroking his thighs to soothe him.
As I held still, just the tip of me inside him, there was a loud boom from downstairs. It startled me, and I accidently pushed all the way into him. He yowled, loudly. I immediately pulled back out and apologized repeatedly.
"Never mind that, someone broke in!" Rex exclaimed. He jumped up, threw his pants on, and ran out to check what the noise was.
I hurriedly dressed and followed him downstairs. But before I got halfway down, he came hurtling back up.
"Fuck! Get to the roof!" Rex screamed as he ran up the stairs. "Zombies are in!"
I ran straight to the ladder and climbed up to the roof, then immediately grabbed Rex's hand and pulled him up, closing the access door. Our backs were against the door and I could feel the zombies trying to burst through it.
"Find something to hold the door," I ordered.
He came back empty-handed. "There's nothing."
The banging kept on for a couple of minutes then stopped. I listened closely to the door just to see if I could hear them growl or any noises.
"I think they've left." I stood up and looked everywhere on the door to see if there was anything to keep it blocked in case they came back. I was completely freaked out and I had forgotten that there was a latch lock on the top left and another at the bottom. I locked both of them and hoped they would keep the door closed if the zombies came back while I figured what had just happened.
I looked at Rex. "What the fuck? I swear we locked the door. How the hell did the zombies get in?" For the past few weeks, we had fought and beaten them so easily since they had grown weaker. Had we gotten careless?
"I don't know, Jake, I don't know. Their eyes, man, I've never seen anything like it. They're even brighter orange." Rex started to mumble to himself, apparently trying to figure out what had just happened.
"What do you mean bright orange eyes? Just exactly how many zombies got inside?"
"These zombies…they're different. I'm telling you the truth." He raised his voice after each word.
"Okay. First, you have to calm down and tell me exactly what you saw," I snapped.
He stared at me, and then he said, "You have to see it for yourself. It's impossible to describe what I saw."
"Just try." There was a hint of annoyance in my voice.
"Shit, it was surreal. When I came down, they all looked up at me and lifted their arms to point at me. It was like the zombies were communicating to each other. Like, you do this, you do that. And then…and then their eyes glowed brighter and they started to run after me."
"Communicate? How?"
"I don't know. They just looked at each other. It was as if they were speaking telepathically."
"Wow, okay, that's different. Their eyes glowed? But we've seen zombies with that red-orange color."
"Yeah, but this time, it became more orange than red, and there was a perfect black spot right in middle of their eyes. Like a pupil. I almost felt paralyzed, but I freaked out and I ran." The more he talked, the more he didn't make any sense.
"You stay and watch the door," I ordered Rex. "I'm going to look to see if the zombies are out of the house."
"B-but—"
I shushed him, letting him know it'd be okay.
When the hell did we switch roles? He was usually the brave guy and I was the wimpy one. I had to see what Rex had seen. It wasn't the time to figure out why there was a switch.
I slowly crawled along the floor until I reached the edge of the roof. I saw a large group of zombies out there covering the block. There had to be at least a hundred, if not more. Rex wasn't kidding about their eyes. I could see how bright they were from here. The zombies we usually killed didn't have those dazzling eyes.
Rex whispered, "Are they out there?"
"Yes, at least a hundred or more, and you're right. Their eyes are different."
"Yeah…hey, I'm sorry for freaking out earlier." He crawled until he was by me then held my hand and watched the zombies.
"Don't worry about it, just don't do that again. We need each other." I kissed his cheek. "Do you think they'll react to our voices?"
"I don't know…let's find out." Rex stood up and yelled, "Hey, assholes!" The zombies didn't react to his voice, but continued to stare right at him. They didn't move at all either. It was terrifying to witness.
"I don't like this, Rex." I shivered with fear.
After some time, the zombies shifted to the opposite side of the street, moving into columns. I realized there was someone walking up the middle of the column. I quickly snatched the binoculars we always left it on the roof. I looked through them. Watching the zombies now was like watching warriors bow their heads to their king. A fricking tall man with the same characteristics as a zombie came through the crowd. Very pale skin, fading bruises all over his face, drooling the purple ooze. Only one difference, though; I couldn't see any wounds. His eyes, shit, were br
ight orange and larger than the rest of the zombies. And around the orange irises there was no white, only a deep black. I couldn't believe his eyes were real. Red and orange spots sparked from the glowing eyes, like a star blinking. I handed the binoculars to Rex.
"Is there such a thing as a king zombie?" I had the most inappropriate urge to laugh, but in this situation, nothing was funny. It was all real, and being real made it not a joke.
"I don't know. I'm scared to look at him now. We ought to stay out of their sight. For now, we are safe up here."
I nodded in agreement. There was no way I'd go down there and try to run. I bet that huge "king" zombie could run faster than the slow-motion versions. I refused to risk it. We had to be smart and stay hidden.
A loud roar bellowed from that enormous man, like the bellow of a dinosaur. It vibrated the floor like an earthquake. We slowly peeked to see what he was doing. I saw a light come out of his eyes and it blasted Rex, throwing him through the door into the house with a crash. I screamed for him then jerked back to the king.
One look at the monster's eyes and I was frozen, completely unable to move; it felt as though I was paralyzed. I battled with my body, trying to get it to cooperate. Nothing worked. My muscles wouldn't respond, although I managed to shed a tear. So, it was over for us. We survived all of it for nothing.
Nine
May 29
Betrayal
The next thing I knew, I woke up soaked. Fuck! It was that colorful rain again. It stained my clothes with vibrant spots of pink, orange, and red, but nothing seemed to be happening to me, at least not so far. I looked around to check on Rex but he wasn't anywhere I could see, not on the roof.
"Rex!" I screamed as loud as I could, not giving a fuck if the zombies heard me. Throughout our journey together, I had really started to fall for him and I couldn't bear the thought of losing him, too. I couldn't stand to be alone either. Just as I was about to give up hope, I heard someone moaning. The sound came from downstairs.
I tiptoed toward the roof door, and found there was now a large hole in it. I remembered seeing Rex go through the door when the gigantic zombie blasted Rex with his eyes. I pulled the broken pieces of door off and went inside to search for him.