She sat there for who knows how long remembering the past and going over her newfound feelings for Jay. Miguel let her be. He recognized the signs by now. She couldn't wait to see Jay again. She would make up an excuse if she had to. She had seen the desire in his eyes, and his body. Chuckling to herself as she remembered only too well the bulge that appeared in his pants not once but twice when he was near her and being kissed by him was out of this world. Feeling those strong callused hands gripping her body and crushing her to his chest as he bent her backward in her chair... She thought she would have an orgasm on the spot. It had been close. She wiped her face with hands still trembling from the reaction his kisses had given her. Whew. Smiling happily, she went back to work when she finally had herself under control.
*****
DAY 6: 1600 ET
While still at my house, I grabbed my laptop and after a little digging had written down the last known locations and home addresses of the Utari Survivalist Group members that I had. I handed the list to Jason. He knew what to do. He was itching to get back on the Lord's mission and would spend the next hour playing with little Emma then head out with a couple soldiers. His first priority was to track down this group and let us know where they were and how many were left. I planned to eliminate all of them. I left instructions to supply him with a field radio good for twenty-five miles. My guess was they were considerably closer as most of the addresses were in the country around Newaygo. We would monitor it every hour on the hour waiting for him to check in. I had no doubt he would find them.
Then I started hollering for MSgt Trask. I needed him now. He came running.
"You talk to the Major?" I kept it to the point. There was little time to waste.
"Yes Sir!" the Sergeant was grinning at me. I scowled wondering how much he actually knew then decided it was irrelevant.
"Get every, and I mean every man you've got that isn't in medical into teams and finish looking for survivors in Newaygo. I want it done yesterday. Were at day six of this outbreak and were hitting the optimal time when any hidden children will either starve to death or come out of hiding because their starving and the zombies will get them. I want those kids that are still alive. I want them saved." I admit my expression was somewhat fierce and he looked slightly taken aback.
"Sir, we have every available man and woman out and I fully understand. I've been thinking about it. Currently we’re using twelve man teams, but I have an idea to break that down into half teams and just operate several in each area close enough to support each other. It will mean changing areas more frequently but we should be able to double our efforts or almost." he was holding up both hands in a placating manner. I sighed and rubbed my eyes.
"I'm sorry Top but if I let even one child die that could be saved I won't be able to forgive myself. Just get it done and give me a report every hour." he nodded and took off running.
That reminded me about communications. We needed something better than a bunch of CB's in trucks. It was time to set up communications posts. I had just the expert for that. MSgt Trask and I drove back to RAC with our normal two guardian Humvees as backup but saw few zombies. I poked my head in the CAPC seeing Corporal. Corey Rider bent over her counsel monitoring the airwaves. She had been able to decrypt a lot of it and what we were hearing wasn't good. I guess she had gotten tired of sitting and was stretching her legs a bit. The way she was standing, bent over with first one then the other heal rotating in place, was doing fantastic things to that ass of hers, stretching the material of her fatigues in all the right places regardless of their extra large size. Radio chatter was coming over the speakers. Some in foreign languages, as she continued punching in different settings. She had no idea I was there. Wonderful! So I eased in slowly.
"Hey Corey. How's it going this afternoon?” I asked smiling as I gave her a big swat on that tight little ass. She shrieked. Oh Yeah! That'll leave a mark! I grinned to myself. She must have heard something because right at the apex of my swing she shifted backward slightly in preparation to turning. My open palm had landed with sweet firmness on that lovely behind. I really live for the small pleasures in life.
"Sir! Damn it Sir!" She straightened up saluting me with one hand while the other rubbed her posterior. Her breasts gave a good bounce from the energy she put into her salute and butt rubbing despite the hardcore sports bra she was wearing. I mused to myself as I looked at her, yeah she had it going on and that dark red hair perfectly framed her round freckled face with its tiny pug nose and green eyes. She was very cute. I cut off my daydreaming when I saw she was grinning at me. By now they all knew what a dog I was when it came to women.
"Good, Sir." she was still holding the salute and I finally remembered protocol. I guess the word had been passed.
"Jeez, at ease little sexy soldier." I said flipping a semblance of a salute somewhere in the neighborhood of my right temple. Her face lit up in a broad smile at the way I addressed her. Wow! Quite a change after little miss scared and shy this morning. And hey! If I wanted to address someone as sexy or swat the ass of a hot looking babe I would. Women's lib was a thing of the past and besides they'd play hell trying to sue me for sexual harassment. They were our equal partners and they knew it. Hell, most of them were more important than many of the men I had. That was the first time I spoke of Corporal. Rider as my little sexy soldier and I saw no hint of disapproval on her face. What I did see though was the look in her eyes as they roamed over me in return. Oh Yeah, she was interested, no doubt about it. Uh oh.
"Hey, I need help with some things and you're the expert at this. Besides you’re running communications for our away teams so fill me in. Have we heard back from any of them, especially the team we sent to the Amish Community?" I said, as I slouched against the interior bulkhead in a relaxed pose my eyes watching her and remembering what she looked like naked.
"Yes, Sir, just a short bit ago Bravo Team reported in. They met moderate but growing resistance getting there. I was getting ready to look for you because they need a decision. The Amish are mostly good for now on supplies for themselves. They lost some families before they figured out what was going on but that's not the problem. They report several hundred refugees from the surrounding area including Fremont are with the Amish and want to know what to do with them. If they stay much longer it will put a serious dent in the Amish food supplies and they're really worried about that with winter coming on."
"Okay. I'll deal with that in a bit. I understand their concerns. Tell Bravo to let them know we'll shift some supplies their way. We're starting to stockpile quite a bit. More than enough for upwards of several thousand people through the winter." And it was true. My people were working their asses off stripping houses and stores of everything consumable and useful and a steady stream of trucks were making round trips to the box cars here for unloading. "What's next?"
"Some very interesting information off satellite from Europe concerning the zombies." A tiny half snicker escaped her. They all thought it was funny that I had named them zombies by decree. "Still haven't pinned down their method of communication but everyone is agreeing they can coordinate and show high levels of cunning. They also report water disorients them."
"What?"
"If they become too submerged in water, they seize functioning. Like they short circuit. Reports of shaking or convulsions and just motionlessness have come in."
Well that was interesting. RAC was basically surrounded on two almost three sides by water. The Muskegon River and this section of it were quite deep. I figured if zombies did try to cross from the other side they would be swept away in the current and it was probably fifteen to twenty feet deep in the center. I had arranged the concrete barriers too also enclose Sand Mold, which was next door to us. They had a huge warehouse of steel and were a fully set up metal shop. I figured we need those materials sooner vs. later.
"Okay well good to know. What else?"
"Team Delta reports heavy concentrations of zombies up near White
Cloud and starting to move in our direction. Nothing to worry too much about yet according to the team but we will have to post sentries and be on the watch for them. They took side roads back to mislead them of our location."
"Excellent and bummer. We'll need White Cloud later." I pondered this news. Sure, we were doing okay but White Cloud had an airport and I knew there used to be at least two or three helicopters there. My talk with the Major had revealed many things. One of them was they were getting low on ammunition. Well low is relative, but to an active Army unit anything less than a million rounds was considered low. I needed access to the Armory in Coopersville. The Major had indicated they re-equipped from there before heading north, there were still at least thirty million rounds of 5.56, and almost as many in 7.62 still in crates along with grenades, tow missiles, you name it. I needed that ammunition and supplies and the helicopters were the perfect solution. The armory was surrounded by a very high, very thick chain link fence but the area around it was now inhabited by tens of thousands of zombies. "Anything else?"
"No, Sir."
"Let me show you what I have in mind for us here and if we can make a workaround that will solve the Amish refugee problem." I swung out another seat and sat down next to her normal station while pulling a map of the Newaygo area out of my back pocket. There was a small desk area in front of me and I spread the map out as best I could in the limited space. I needed something. Oh yeah. I reached over and plucked the pen from the breast pocket of her fatigues. "Thanks." I muttered. Another wider grin from her but no other comment. Good. Sure, I suspected I could have that any time I wanted it but I was just too busy right now. Maybe later, who knows.
"Okay here's where we are now, our new home, and here's my place." I had carefully drawn one larger and one smaller circle on the map indicating their locations."We have the bridge here," drawing small ‘X’, "and here." another small ‘X’. My pen traced the curve of the river. "The river is a natural barrier to them on two sides of our position although there are a few places shallow enough to walk across, but not many." I drew another circle near the upper edge of the map just outside town."The dairy farm is here." I concentrated for a moment. It was getting hard to do that. LSS was leaning into me her head next to mine as she examined the map in front of me. I could feel the captive mound of her right breast pushing into my left arm quite hard and she smelled really good like fresh soap and linen with a tiny hint of perfume. I felt myself stirring. Ouch! Maybe I should have taken the time for sex this afternoon, but what time? I had none lately.
I quickly spread my hand over the large area to our east then south. "We need to secure this area against the zombies and now marauders. I really wanted to enclose Hess and Brooks Lakes but I don't see how we have the manpower for it even with the refugees from Fremont. The plan will need an eye for expansion probably in those directions. “I finished.
She leaned harder into me her head tilted as she critically eyed the map. I also noticed she was now resting her right hand on my left thigh near my groin and the grip was tight. I felt myself stirring more. Shit! The monster was about to break out of its cage if I wasn't careful. Hell, if she wasn't careful that is.
"Okay, Sir my recommendation is to use these highways as natural barriers." With another pen she drew a line along 82 then down 37 and over to where the river tailed inward. Another line from 82 up Basswood to where it turned into 76th Street and a short job to the river there. "My recommendation. As it is, it will be hard to hold it." I nodded at her words wishing like hell that she would get her hand off my thigh. "We just need more people, Sir. I understand more refugees came in and some were found in the homes they’re clearing out, and the ones from the Amish Community might be joining us. We'll need all that and more to really hold it." I nodded again. Our numbers were up to almost or over four-hundred refugees now. Hell, maybe more as I was losing count. Over half were kids and of the adults, at least two thirds were women. Our soldiers would be quite happy living here was my guess.
"Right." I muttered.
"You're going to need line of site posts and they'll need to be fortified in order to hold out against the zombies or whatever until reinforcements can get there. Your CB's will work great for them. I would use the smaller hand held units if you have enough. We just don't have enough field gear for all the posts so we'll improvise. You'll also need to clear out as in bulldoze these groups of houses here, here and here and these stands of trees here, here, here and here. You need to have clear line of site between your outposts or they're really screwed if they get in trouble or lose communications for any reason." Her pen was flying over the map, making all kinds of notes, lines and circles. I kept nodding at her words, much of it I knew already. She continued, "With the debris from the houses and trees you knock down push them against the woods as additional barriers for now." She drew some squiggly lines in several places on the map. I sighed. Jesus a lot of work. I needed to get started. I stood quickly gathering up my map and partially turned away attempting to hide the growing hard-on in my pants. I'm still pretty sure she noticed because she was grinning from ear to ear.
"Uh thanks LSS." I muttered again turning to the hatch.
"Anytime Sir, and are you going to put my pen back where you found it?" Her voice was definitely mischievous. There was no help for it. I turned back to her and slid the pen back into her breast pocket just as she leaned forward further causing my hand to push firmly into her hard left breast. God these women where terrible. She laughed as I turned away. Then I remembered something that had come to me during her recitation.
"Get with MSgt Trask. I want as many teams as he can muster while staying safe, to clear out all the brick and concrete storefronts downtown along Main Street. We'll use them as barracks for the Amish refugees. Get steel plate from Sand Mold to cover the windows. I don't trust wood."
I had made it half through the hatch when she called out again. She was still sitting but I noticed her face was slightly red. "Sir!" I paused and looked over my shoulder at her waiting.
"Just saying Sir, that if you need me for ... anything! Don't hesitate day or night." I had to get out of there. Her meaning was crystal clear. "Right!" I growled jumping from the hatch hearing her giggles coming from inside.
*****
Chapter 13
DAY 6: 1730 ET
MSgt. Trask reported in on the radio. In less than an hour after tasking they'd found over a dozen more refugees, mostly children. Most starving. That's a bad way to go especially scared and alone. I was pissed at myself for not being able to do more. I knew we would be too late with some.
My new bedroom was empty. The suite of offices up top comprised my bedroom, two smaller offices and a mid-sized conference room. I would put my kids in the office next to mine and add little Jack to it maybe. They had grown very fond of him and were now inseparable. The other I would make a small communications shack and informal meeting room. The conference room would remain as such. I had no idea where my female roommates were but they'd been acting a little weird lately so I was giving them space. Well today actually. Maybe because I was too tired last night but I'd nailed both of them today. Could they still be upset about that? I'd worry about it later, or not. I was also please to see that a door had been installed between the two offices per my instructions. Quick work and well done.
More reports came in. We'd had some desertions today, of survivors not soldiers. Two couples had taken off. That made eight total today because four others were gone at morning roll call. Well good luck to them. No one had to stay that didn't want to. More disturbing was the report that the liquor boxcar had been broken into. Like the rail cars holding ammunition and other critical supplies, I had heavy padlocks on them and only two of us had keys. Someone had somehow broken one off on the rail car we stored all the liquor in. I gave orders to move it over to our side of the yard with one of the two engines we had and have a guard assigned to it. Sure, I liked my liquor and beer as much as the next guy and there really wa
sn't a policy of no drinking. Hell the car was open every evening these last two days but I was keeping very careful track on who consumed what and no more than a fifth a week for anyone. Not even me. That was more than plenty except for diehard alcoholics, which I suspected was the case. I wasn't too worried about alcohol anyways except when it interfered with work. We could build stills and brew beer if needed. It was easy. What really concerned me was someone guarding our children while being drunk on the job. Which is why I currently imposed limits. Safety and Survival.
I was on my way down when Corporal. Rider accosted me. She was making a habit of that. Personally, I think she just wanted to see me but couldn't confirm it for sure until I saw her tan lines.
"Sir! I have intermittent contact with two of the infantry units that were guarding the refugee camp in Greenville. Both are engaged in a fighting retreat and are requesting contact with any units in their area. The refugee camp has been overrun and both units have large numbers of refugees they are trying to keep alive as they exit the area. Something else happened also but they wouldn't go into detail. They are requesting assistance."
"What? What kind of assistance? Greenville is an hour away. I'm not sure we could make it anyways as they're starting to get too thick out there. How can we help them?"
"Sir! They need a destination. Should I respond? Communications with command is down for some reason even if it's really shadow command. They are not responding to these units hails."
"We need to get an idea of their strength as units and the number of refugees and where in hell they are. Let's go."
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