"Oh relax Corporal. I mean you no harm but now I'm curious." I set my coffee mug down and started toweling myself off. The room was very warm but I needed to get dressed and get moving. This however, took precedence. I didn't take my eyes off her as I continued, "Take your shower and we'll talk. Seriously, I mean you no harm." Her eyes, which had been tightly shut, opened slowly one at a time looking at me. I waved towards the empty shower stall as I dropped my towel and picked my coffee mug up again.
"Sir! You don't belong in here."
"This mug says different." I pointed at my coffee mug with 'BOSS' emblazoned on it in large capital letters. Now this was fun. I reached for my clean pair of socks and slowly started putting them on. I was fully aware of my nakedness, but I took my time getting dressed hoping to put her at ease. In all honesty, I really wanted to see more of that fabulous body.
Slowly she relaxed, her arms dropping as her dirty clothing fell to the floor. I swear my jaw hit the floor along with them. Her breasts were so firm and hard they stood straight out like volcanoes, the aureoles around her nipples, a slightly lighter shade of pink than her hair. Her tiny nipples pointed outwards even in the warmth of the bathroom. I let my gaze travel over her body feeling a stirring within me as I saw the soft reddish down of her pubic hair. Fine and sparse. Now I felt myself growing faster and quickly grabbed my towel to scrub my hair turning slightly away. I knew I was half-hard but there was nothing I could do about it right now, except put my boxers on which I quickly did.
"Did you get a good look? Can I take a shower now?" Her shock at seeing me was over; she had given up trying to get me to leave and was desperately trying to get into the shower to get away from me. At least that was my guess.
"Sure go ahead. We'll talk while you're in there." I watched as she walked past me her shoulders straight and eyes watching for any movement on my part. I did notice that she had been paying particular attention to my cock out of the corner of her eye and straightening her shoulders simply made her breasts stick out more. I grinned at her as she walked by. She blushed and scurried in the shower. I heard the water turn on and her gasp as she had obviously turned on the ‘hot’ as I did.
"Sergeant Trask tells me you're a genius."
"I don't know about that, I just do my job." she replied in a half mumble.
I was really disappointed that she hadn't left the shower curtain slightly open, but no it was tightly closed.
"I have to ask because I'm curious. When we met before I had no idea you had such a fantastic body. Obviously, you’re hiding it. With someone of your intelligence there's a reason, so why?!"
Over the running water, I hear a sigh. "Because I don't want people to notice me."
Slowly her story came out. I learned about the difficulties she'd experienced as a senior in high school and in her first duty school after boot camp. How she had taken to wearing stiff sports bras and uniforms two sizes too large to hide her curves. Yes, technically, she was a genius and a nerd but she just wanted to be part of the crew and fit in without the complications her body might bring her. She wanted to be accepted for her accomplishments, not for her figure. Nobody left alive knew she was built like a brick shit house, and I wasn't about to tell anybody.
She was taking too long. I slid the shower curtain aside ignoring any spray of water that might reach me and looked at her. She was huddled inside the shower. Slowly, I reached out my hand, she looked at it then at me, hers slowly rose to grasp it, and I drew her out. I reached into the stall and shut off the water. She was so beautiful. I drew her to me bending down to kiss her as my arms enclosed her. I couldn't help myself. If she had been stiff before, she was a fucking board now. She absolutely froze right up.
"What's wrong?" I whispered breaking our kiss, for kiss it had been. Her body might have been stiff but when my lips met hers, those had melted instantly and returned the passion two fold.
"I've never. I mean it isn't. I mean... And you already have two girlfriends!" Her voice trailed off in a squeak, even though her lips had hungrily met mine after the initial moment of resistance.
"You never what?" If it were possible, her face turned redder still. I was seriously having a hard time concentrating on it because her nipples were hard again and digging into my chest.
"I've never," her voice trailed off again. Then it struck me.
"You're a virgin?" Her face said it all and she meekly nodded. My hands had been on her hips and I released her quickly. Then grabbed her again pulling her to me. I was horny damn it. She became a board again as her body stiffened. All I knew is I needed to see Bridget or Cara real quick. I knew now Corporal Rider was very interested in me, but a virgin? I'd have to think about that.
"Okay Corporal. Get dressed. I won't molest you this morning even though I very much want too." I smiled at her my right hand raising up to stroke her cheek, in the process grazing her left nipple. I just can't help myself. They were both rock hard like I said, and oh the many things I wanted to do to her crossed my mind multiple times. To say my cock was hard would be an understatement. I definitely needed Bridget or Cara right about now.
"Okay we'll talk later. A lot is going on and we need your expertise." I think she mumbled, ‘yes sir,’ but I'm not positive. All I do know is that she started putting her clothes on with her back to me and oh my God that ass was all that, I didn't leave until she pulled her camouflage fatigues up hiding it. Ouch!
*****
Corey was in shock with a capital ‘S’. She had taken advantage of the early hour to get in a quick shower. It had been three days since she was last clean and she was very much starting to smell herself. Most of the girls in the barracks assigned to them were still asleep with the men they were with. That irritated her to be honest. Sharing living quarters with the men. She didn't like it. She didn't want them seeing her. She didn't want them getting interested in her.
Last night she had accompanied the strike team to the dairy farm. Commander Jay didn't know it but it was she with her portable link pad that had separated all the channels once she knew which frequency he was on and cut down on the chatter. This was just one of a great many things she was very good at doing. He hadn't noticed which meant she'd done her job perfectly. She'd had her M4 and sidearm so she felt safe, especially with all the Army troops around her. MSgt. Trask had given them back their weapons at the Commander’s orders so it was all good. After last night, it was hard not to think of him as 'The Commander'. The perfect execution of a flawless strategy. Really, it had been a common sense tactical solution but so few had it she'd noticed. Then she'd watched as he took down the last few armed men by himself single-handed with only a knife. She's been scared crazy thinking he'd be killed and she was just starting to like and respect him. However, the opposite happened. Even that black MSgt. Trask had been impressed. And she'd seen the Commander’s face as he ran forward, his rifle blazing on full auto, taking out most but not all. He'd been furious. No thought of his own safety. Only the others he was leading being in harm's way. It was so romantic.
So, she had been in the female locker room taking her clothes off. Another girl was using one of the two showers. At least when she walked in she assumed it was another woman. She had been down to her socks, stripping in preparation of a much-needed bath when the Commander walked out of the stall. Naked!
Just remembering sent her into a panic. Older he was but muscular, and if she had to guess, zero body fat. She had been bent over with her butt pointed at him when he came out. She was positive he got a good look. Her face burned bright red again at the memory. Then he started talking as if it were no big deal. Asking her about her job and what was going on and then about her. The talk had relaxed her. She'd even gotten a little cocky with the Commander and dropped the dirty uniform she was trying to cover herself with. A week ago, she would have had him up on charges, but now. Well, he was the Commander! She'd revealed more than she meant to, but for some reason he'd just made her trust him. She'd told him she was a virgin. Oh my God, how could she h
ave done that? Actually, he'd guessed it, but her words had given her away. His manner was so disarming though. So full of trust. He didn't make a big deal of his nudity and acted like they were just two people talking. However, she had seen what was between his legs.
Well she had seen many of those. A great many of her female squad mates had nude pictures of their men. She wasn't a stranger to internet porn either, but he was built like a horse down there. Honestly, she hadn't expected that. Of course, she'd seen bigger, a lot bigger on the internet during her... exploring.
The sight of his naked body had sent tingles through hers. She had started to get cocky with him because he wouldn't leave. Obviously, he wanted to see her nude again, but the size of him just took her breath away, then when he opened the shower curtain. She didn't want to come out. Afraid that he might still be naked and she'd see it again. But he wasn't, and he'd kissed her. She tried. Oh, she tried to resist for a split second but found herself melting anyways. Even after his shower, she could smell his scent. Feel his fingers on her hips gripping her. Pulling her to him. Irresistibly. Like a force of nature.
She shook herself to dispel the thoughts and quickly put her hair back in a tight bun after dressing. No, no, and no, she thought. He is the Commander and that's that.
*****
DAY 6: 0930 ET
I wiped the sweat from my brow. I'd probably have to burn these clothes I was wearing but I'd run that by Rosita first who had taken over as my Domestic Chief of Staff.
We were burying bodies. It was a time consuming sad process. I had put it off for days hoping against hope that some semblance of National order could be restored. No luck there. Damn. Cara was with me, her brown dirty face streaked with tears. I hugged her and she clung to me. Life sucked sometimes, then again some things made it a bit better, I smiled tiredly down at her.
Authors of apocalypse books got it all wrong. I couldn't believe I was so infatuated with them in the years past. Jesus. Burning bodies to get rid of them? Yes, it was a convenient means of disposal in fantasy but in real life? Like that's actually possible? It takes two, too two and a half hours to cremate a body at 1800 degrees in a furnace. Then another hour before the furnace cools enough so you could open the doors without giving yourself third degree burns in the process. And that was only one body! We had thousands we needed to get rid of. What the fuck? What were these authors even thinking of when they wrote about dousing them with gasoline and setting them on fire? Shit don't work like that in real life, for sure. Not even slightly. I wish every author who had written a book on the apocalypse were here right now to help and learn it ain’t like they wrote. You could smell the results of their writing. Yeah we tried it. Bad smells that will make you throw up with oily flames and smoke that stick to everything. And they bodies only burned until the gas was extinguished, crisping up into piles of loose-jointed chunks of singed flesh. Once that accelerant was gone, the fire went out. Quickly! And holy hell they stunk. Didn't I mention that? We ended up getting a front-end loader and digging six to eight foot deep mass graves. We marked the graves by lot number. We dumped the bodies in or laid them out actually. Respectfully. One of the men said a prayer as we buried each bunch. But it was at least two-hundred to a grave. We kept notes. I insisted. If they had a wallet, that information was taken, then the wallet replaced. We worked in many teams and kept copious notes. This needed doing. We tried to make sure we had a record of everyone we buried. When no wallet was available, which was mostly on the women, we noted their general appearance and age as best we could. Or, where they came from as in what house they were removed from.
Goddamn authors. I'd like to shove that front-end loader up all their asses, slowly. Not one of them mentioned basic necessities either. WTF What the fuck were they even thinking when they were writing? Like you can do without toothpaste and toilet paper? Fucking shit pisses me off. And people dying after only a few days on their own. Not in real life. I always knew the human race had a large survival streak. We do. The number of refugees we'd found proved it. People can easily survive for a week with little. Just miscellaneous items in the cupboards and water. Thank God, the water had stayed pressurized for a few days after the flu, vaccines wiped most out, and the power ran down. Even then, we had people that had lived on the water in their water pipes and heaters and toilets. A little skinny maybe but alive. And ear protection. You need it to keep your hearing if you’re firing a weapon all day. I don't think any of the authors I had read mentioned that but I wore my earplugs religiously as did most of the others. The State Police post presented us with several huge boxes of them. Vicious thoughts ran through my mind about apocalypse authors for not mentioning any of these truly basic realities.
All that bitching about apocalypse and zombie authors aside, they did have quite a few things right. Like the bodies. We had to get rid of them and now. It was past time. Disease would set in come spring. It was almost winter so we didn't need to be in a great hurry but it needed doing. The cold would keep disease and decomposition down but they truly needed to be disposed of. Buried! May they rest in peace. We also needed supplies and a lot of them. Let me back up a bit.
After Corporal Rider practically molested me in the girl’s shower room, I pulled my team together and got to work. Or rather I tried to. They were all at my house so I had to go there. Shit almighty, going to change that soonest. Going upstairs before I left to knock off a quick chunk, I found I was out of luck there also, as the women were gone. No help for it. I headed back to my house with two soldiers to ride shotgun. We saw a few zombies and dispatched them quickly just to let the others know we knew they were there and watching. Fuckers. They were really pissing me off.
So, I sent teams out accompanied by soldiers. We were so freaking top heavy in women I basically paired a couple men and a bunch of women with a squad of soldiers. Both my men and my women needed training. We were starting to get a little more bitching from some about the work details but we told them to suck it up. First, I sent replacements for the crew at the farm, then another patrol to head out to the Amish community just a few miles out of town towards Fremont. I wanted to see how they were doing and if they needed anything. I had a feeling they would be teaching us how to grow food by spring. I reassigned a bunch under Tops guidance to refugee search. I needed to get the homes searched in Newaygo and we were hopelessly behind on that task. It was taking forever but with the soldiers, that search had just sped up ten fold. And just to keep others busy, I sent them to check on Devil's Hole where my parents and brother were. No, I had no need to know all the details.
The Major was out of surgery and recovering. I might get to talk to him later today or tomorrow at the latest. I checked on little Jack and he was with Rosita's kids learning Spanish. He ran up and gave me a hug around the thighs when I peaked in on them. Cool. Sure, he wanted his mommy but Rosita was taking it easy in that department. My kids were fine and Jason was with them. God, I really needed to hang onto him too. I didn't disturb them other than to dispense massive hugs and kisses to all except Jason. I laughed aloud. I missed the hell out of them but just never seemed to have enough time in the day to do everything. Now it was time to get to work. Cara was with me, having shown up while I was assigning duties to everyone that Miguel hadn't gotten too. I hadn't seen Jean yet and was keeping an eye out for her. I understood she was resting up after yesterday’s traumatic events. I saved the dirtiest duty for myself of course. Taking care of the fully dead. Now you're up to date.
Future historians would probably castigate me for my methods of leadership but in the here and now, it was survival of the fittest and I had no intention of dying, especially since Bridget and Cara were frankly using my body so frequently and without protection, I knew one of them would be pregnant shortly. All my internal stuff was being emptied out multiple times a day. It had become a rabid habit of theirs. I swear I was also dehydrated half the time. The gist of all this is any future child of mine would have a sane and safe world to grow up in if
I had anything to do with it. One populated by people who had a clue and not users and the incompetent. Yes, I know. Good luck.
My people were finding quite a few refugees. They were hiding in basements, attics and in homes generally. A couple narrow escapes ensued because many were armed but I had a protocol established. Before breaking a door down you called out really loud identifying yourself and your intentions. That helped a LOT. Many of the refugees were veterans. Mostly older ones. That's was good news. They had more common sense anyways. Call me set in my ways or old but I never made the same mistake twice and so far, I was also keeping two young women totally pleased at night. How many of you could say the same? We also found a great many suicides. It was really sad, especially the full family suicides. I didn't want to think about it anymore. I did have the scavenger crews concentrate on everything with special emphasis on crossbows and other needed supplies like toilet paper and toothpaste. I was still having nightmares about a colony of people without toothpaste. I could list supplies but everything was needed as I said.
The best news today had been a refugee family from down south outside Grant. They arrived with a truck and trailer full, and I mean full, of Rottweiler's and dog food. Pups and adults. I learned something interesting then. Seems dogs could kill the undead bastards all day long and not get sick or turn after death either, and they hated them. That explained Tolly's silence. Tolly was fine after all and was having fun playing with all the kids around here. However, dogs just shut up around the undead. Not a peep, as if they knew it was bad juju. Good to know. Rottweiler's had always been my favorite canine and I was happy to accept a breeding pair along with one pup for the kids from our latest additions to the colony. Their names were Saul and Shine. I fell in love with them instantly as did my kids who had to decide what to name their pup. That might take awhile, but who knows? I hadn't let my kids have any pets before because I had no intention of taking care of the animals for them. I've had German Shepherds in the past even though I preferred Rott’s, and pets are a lot of work. I'm always busy and young kids don't do clean up well.
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