We ran flat out for the CAPV. I noticed a few looks from men on the way. Corey's assets were definitely bouncing within her jacket at our hard run and it was very obvious the girl had major gifts. I wondered about the iron sports bra she normally wore because she was really filling that jacket out. We went inside and after pulling up stools, I turned to her.
"Christ! What happened to your sports bra? You can't be wearing it can you?"
"It was dirty and itching. So I took it off to wash."
"Well fuck me running. No bra? Jesus can I see? It's been awhile, you know?” I think I was slobbering. I do know for a fact I was drooling at the recent memory of them.
"It was just this morning, Sir!"
"A minor detail."
"Sir!" she pointed at the communications console without answering, but she was smiling.
"Fine. Get each of them on the horn and find out all the details. Effective troop strength. Armament. Refugee numbers. Location. All of it."
"Sir, would you like to talk to them?"
"Oh hell no. It's been years since I was active duty. I'm not up on all that radio jargon you use these days. You talk for me."
"Yes, Sir."
There were two units headed our way. Both were remnants of Guard Battalions that had gotten separated or detached from their parent commands. One was heavy weapons and the other a quick reactionary force with a hundred-ninety-three effectives and a combined five-hundred-forty-five refugees. It was a bunch, but nothing we couldn't handle. It would be getting dark soon and with so many young children, they were currently looking for a moderately safe place to bed down for the night before coming the rest of the way. They were afraid of losing refugees in the gathering darkness and would be here sometime early morning. Something also had happened at the FEMA camp before zombies overran it. In fact, they hinted that had been the primary reason for the breach but were providing no details yet.
While my LSS was talking, I had been leaning with my hand on the back of her stool and during the last minute, I had slid it up the back of her camouflage jacket. The feel of her warm soft skin was driving me crazy. I pulled the head set I had been using to monitor their conversation off with my free hand laying it on the console as soon as they signed off. Instantly, her hand shot behind her back grabbing mine through the jacket as she twisted towards me.
"What are you doing, Sir?" She hissed at me.
"Playing."
"Well stop that, Sir. Officers don't play like that."
"Well this one does but I'd rather be doing this." I pulled her to me, my free hand reaching down to grasp her left thigh to pull her into my lap as my face meet hers. I kissed her again. Harder this time, crushing those deliciously soft pink lips against mine. I heard her gasp and her chest expanded as her arms went around me tightly, not only meeting my kiss but also improving it as her fingers buried themselves in my hair.
I'm not sure how long I held that position with my LSS in my lap while tasting each other in this intimate way but it was long enough for my right hand to slide under her jacket and grasp her left breast playing with its rock hard nipple. She broke our kiss moaning, her lips traveling over my cheek to my neck as her hands slid forward rubbing across my chest. Just then, we heard pounding on the closed hatch. Serious pounding. "FUCK!"
"Eeek!" She tried to jump up but I had a very possessive grip on her breast and I pulled her into me for another quick kiss before letting go. "DOUBLE FUCK!" I swear her tits had grown for that was more than a handful I had been playing with.
"Sir, the hatch." She coughed straightening her clothes her face beet red. I nodded growling.
"This had better be very important." I snarled swinging the metal door open.
It was Miguel and I almost knocked him down with the door. He grabbed it to steady himself as I grabbed him. He spoke before I could say anything. Trust me I was gonna.
“Señor Jay, we have problemas."
"What problems, zombie attacks?
"Zombies? No Señor Jay un hombre from the government está aquí and say he is taking over."
"What?" What the FUCK? This is all I needed and probably worse than zombies. Government man? What Government man.
"Sí Señor. He say he es Brooks Township Trustee y de senior survivor of local government so él dice he in boss, el jefe and we now answer to him." Oh, this was just getting better and better. There was someone behind him pushing through a crowd of running soldiers. I recognized him instantly. Son of a Bitch!
"Les! What trouble are you causing now?" I shouted. I was not in the mood. Things were too busy and I almost got laid. Les and I had history. He owned four acres beside my twenty-one and had put a shed just over my property line then tried to claim that two feet down the whole length plus another five to make it legal, saying it was now traveled and not claimed. He was, like totally mad. I shut him down in court quickly and they tore down his shed. He then tried to get my shooting range shut down but it was technically in the county and more than three-hundred feet from any residence. He lost there also. Divorced at least four times he was an old fuck with way too much time on his hands and loved drama. I actually disliked him intensely. He had really pissed me off when he got the sound ordnance passed for the township, which meant I couldn't shoot on Sundays anymore. What a complete asshole.
"Scarmon your little petty kingdom has come to an end. You've broken every environmental law on the books. I saw the new sewer you’re putting in. I'm shutting you down and these soldiers are under my command now." His face was beet red yet I saw a glimpse of triumph on it.
"Fool. The state of Michigan is under Martial Law by order of the President or did you miss that one. Even you know military units can't be commanded by civilians." I was shocked. Was he always this incredibly stupid?
"The emergency is over. Therefore, I have the authority." If anything, he was turning even redder. I grabbed the nearest soldier.
"If the emergency is over go ahead and walk a half mile in that direction." I pointed straight south. He paled. He knew he wouldn't make it.
"I've called a town meeting in a few minutes. Most of the town people will be there. They want to come. They’re tired of your iron fisted dictatorship." he was actually frothing at the mouth. I flipped him off and told him I would be there. I keyed my tactical microphone.
"MSgt Trask what's your situation?"
"Finishing up with the last houses in Newaygo, Sir. It's getting dark and the zombies are starting to get active." I could hear gunfire in the background.
"Good. Be safe. Finish up what you're doing and get your men here. I have a mutiny on my hands."
"A what, Sir?"
"Don't be too worried. Local township trustee came out of the woodwork after a week and wants to take over, including your men."
"Sir. That's against every civil, federal and military law."
"Yeah well he wants a vote so I need you guys. How many refugees did you find?"
"Almost another thirty, Sir. I think that's about it."
"Well after this little fiasco is over get with me because we need to make safe the downtown area tonight. We have another five-hundred plus refugees inbound with two more Guard units.
"Holy, Sir. How many troops?"
"One hundred and ninety-three souls and one's a heavy weapons unit. Both came from the Greenville FEMA refugee center and that's all I know, Top."
"Good to know, Sir. I knew many of those units. There was quite the ragtag bunch of us. Don't worry we'll be there."
"Gotcha. See you in a bit. Thanks."
"You're welcome, Sir. Be there in a jiffy."
I turned to my LSS who looked scared as shit but no longer had an embarrassed look on her face. I put on my best puppy dog look and pouted with my lower lip trembling.
"I need cheering up, LSS" I put a little whine in my voice for good measure.
"Come here then, Sir." She pulled me back into the CAPC, a smile on her face and as I closed the hatch lifted her jacket up exposing two p
erfectly large breasts with soft pink nipples in their centers.
"It's amazing how big these are without your sports bra on." I marveled as I juggled them in my hands feeling their hefty weight while alternating between kissing, licking and sucking on them. She was purring I swear to all the gods, and rubbing up against my thigh. I was almost in heaven. If that eight-inch rock hard monster in my pants had been buried in that tight box of hers I was quite sure I would have been in heaven. Not to be though as someone started banging on the hatch again. "TRIPLE FUCK!" I roared, reluctantly releasing her after a quick but thorough kiss. I had a feeling my three-some was about to become a four-some and I was getting pissed at the constant interruptions.
It was Miguel. He was letting me know Les was starting the meeting. The room was packed. I wasn't sure how many people we had by now but it must've been close to five-hundred, possibly more as refugees had been flooding in all day. Les was near the entrance when I came in. Mother Fucker had a God Damn podium set up. Where in Christ's name did he find a podium? Then it hit me. From the conference room next to my bedroom. Son of a Bitch had been snooping around in my God Damn bedroom. Oh, I was really pissed off now.
There was a lot of commotion and talk going on. Les was shouting to be heard, and was telling everyone how I did not have the moral or legal authority to assume command without the blessing of civil authorities. He went on and on about the deplorable conditions the people were living in and how we were ruining the environment by dumping raw waste into the Muskegon River. I listened to him ramble for close to ten minutes. The crowd was getting noisier by the second. In a moment, no one would be able to hear him. His face was turning red also and I swear he was starting to froth at the mouth again.
Then I saw the Major being carried to the front on a stretcher by two soldiers. With a negligent wave of his hand, he signaled Les to shut the fuck up. Then he spoke with Sgt. Trask beside him relaying his words in a loud deep voice. He was still recovering and his voice was only a whisper. And the entire hall went silent just like that. He explained how I had saved him and his men. How I had organized them into teams and rescued hundreds of more refugees. And finally, he explained judicial code. The code that said during martial law civilian authority could not command military troops without exception. He also stated there were very good, very sound reasons for why that law remained in effect. He finished by saying that his troops would follow me and only me regardless of what any civil authority did because of my status as a Colonel in the USMC Reserves. Total bullshit about my rank but that's what he told them.
Another man stepped forward and told the story of my team’s rescuing him and his family. Then another, a woman this time. It was Jessica. She told her story, how her husband sacrificed his life to buy her and their two sons a few more seconds of life. And how I had jumped down from the staircase into the middle of a group of zombies with only a machete and saved them. Then another woman. Then another man.
There were too many wanting to speak. This would take all night. We all had our stories of pain and suffering. Tears were streaming down my face as I heard them recount their tales, some of which I remembered first hand. I just wish I could've saved more of them. Slowly I looked out over the vast audience. I wasn't the only one with tears on my face. Almost every single person there had a similar problem. Many crying openly. It was time to end this so I stepped forward and raised my hands as everyone was trying to speak. To tell their stories of love, sorrow and sacrifice. Immediately, you could have heard a pin drop again. I wiped the tears from my face and began.
"Friends. We've been through the wringer. We've lost so many people. So many I wasn't able to save. Me and my crews. Lord knows we tried. The earth is decimated. By spring, we are predicting less than five percent of the original population of the world will be left alive. In contrast, about eighty percent of the dead are zombies. I don't know if they'll die from the cold. I don't know if they'll just fall over after a certain length of time. I don't know a lot of things. What I do know is that I am doing and will continue to do everything in my power to keep all of us alive. Everything. Every resource I have is being used. I have some ideas for our future. We can get back to where we were. Normal Power. Food. Industry. Five percent is a huge number of people. But we have to be smart. Not let up. Keep moving forward and above all protect our loved ones and ourselves. Our friends and families." I paused and the place started to roar with shouting voices. I was seeing a lot of angry faces and they weren't looking at me. I turned to Les and spoke again. Instant silence. Well almost.
"Now people of Newaygo and Michigan you have a choice. You can elect Les to lead you or you can keep me on for a few more days." The crowd was starting to roar again.
"A raise of hands for Les!" I shouted. I saw maybe a few dozen and looking closely recognized some of our troublemakers. Lazy fuckers.
"Who wants me to remain in charge?!" I shouted again, a sea of hands was raised to the sky, and the crowd was screaming my name. "Jay. Jay. Jay. Jay." What the fuck? It was totally out of control. People screaming and crying and people trying to crowd around and shake my hand, pat my back and from the looks of more than a few of the women, do very exotic things to my manhood. Whoot. The Major was raising his hand and I shouted and waved my arms until the crowd quieted. It took some time but finally it was almost silent again and I waved to the Major. His turn to speak.
He had a bible in his hands and this he now lifted high above his head while calling me forward. Then he lowered the leather bound book indicating I should put my right hand on it, and proceeded to speak an oath. One I've never heard before. Bestowing all kinds of goodies on me. As second most senior surviving military officer in the state, the Major was granting the senior surviving officer in the state, as best we knew, the combined powers of temporary governor and sole commander of the State of Michigan over all units land, sea and air.
Personally, I have never heard of such an oath. Parts of it sounded made up but he quoted some important sounding ‘Homeland Security Directive by Order of the President’, etc., bunch of numbers and a bit more legalese and made me swear too faithfully uphold, etc… etc... Jeeze. Of course, I accepted. Now, if I thought that crowd roared before. A stamping screaming mob opened up now. Wow. It was deafening. The Major was smiling at me and I leaned down to whisper in his ear.
"That was all bullshit wasn't it."
"Mostly." he chuckled. "But parts were correct. Legally, if I'm the top surviving Military Officer I can appoint you as temporary Governor of this state but the supreme commander part I adlibbed."
"Find me a General when you get better." he raised his eyebrows at my words.
"You just radically increased my workload and I have two women to satisfy remember?"
"I'm thinking three, Commander. No, make that four." Puzzled I looked at him and he just winked at me and nodded looking over my shoulder. I turned my head seeing Corporal Rider there. Her expression of pride was priceless, but I so didn't want this job. There were many more qualified than I was but my Pa had once told me just before I left for the USMC. "Son, you'll do great in life. You have more than your share of common sense and better than that you're not afraid to get good advice and act on it." Well yeah, that was me, I guess. I was pretty good at anything I put my hand to. Not because I was the smartest guy out there but because some things just made sense and if I didn't have a solution to a problem I knew who to go too. Simple really. But Pa said so few actually had it. Whatever. Still four? Jean? Did he know about Jean already? And that wasn't exactly in the bag yet. The Major was way too observant. I vowed to keep an eye on him.
Just then, Jean came busting into our little circle, followed by Miguel. She was crying as she ran up and grabbed me by the upper arms.
"Jay you've got to do something. Oh my God, Jay it's horrible. You've got to do something."
I caught a quick glimpse of Miguel's face and he looked like he was getting ready to murder someone.
"Slow down baby what'
s going on?"
"He was raping a six year old girl. Just a baby. Oh my God, I still can't believe it," she said.
I just about came unglued. I think I actually levitated about a foot as my shout echoed throughout the huge chamber.
"WHAT?!"
The story came out. While Les was jerking our dicks at this bullshit meeting he knew he would lose, some predator monster of a pedophile took one of the kids he was guarding into a tool room and raped her. Well they think he raped her. She was incoherent at the moment. She had no mommy or daddy left. One of those children our search crews found hidden by her parents. Someone had heard her muffled screams and busted open the door to find her dress up, leggings down and his pants around his knees as he lay on top of her. WHAT THE FUCK? I was sick to my stomach. I knew shit like this could happen though. It was in the zombie books after all and besides that, I had a heavy psych background and knew full well the depths human depravity could fall too.
We tried him on the spot. He was dragged forward and the Major, myself, Miguel, MSgt Trask and Wayne presided. We listened to the witnesses who had come to this little girls rescue. We heard his side also. He was just trying to help her with her clothes that didn't fit right, was his claim. I didn't need to listen to the little girl. She was in no shape anyways to talk to anyone. Dr. Minasian had sedated her and he and a couple of Rosita's aides would care for her. This was beyond repugnant. "Guilty!" I said. My words were echoed by the others. "The punishment is death by hanging." I spit on him and ordered two soldiers to drag him outside.
We hung him in the twilight with the crowd of people from the meeting around us. I didn't care what they thought and I ignored his screams for mercy. What this sick predator of small children had done was beyond evil. When he finally finished twitching on the noose that we suspended from a parking lot lamppost I ordered his body thrown into the river after having Top carve PEDOPHILE on his chest with his K-Bar. I looked out over the silent crowd and oh, man they got my meaning. This would NOT be tolerated. Les was blubbering about due process and the death penalty and how we should simply jail him for a period. I rounded on him.
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