Sex Zombies

by S. Wolf

  Burke paused. “Really? That’s pretty sick. You mean these freaks are getting their bodily fluids on food?”

  “Yep.”

  “That’s disgusting.”

  “Makes you think, doesn’t it?”

  “About what?”

  “About how much of the normal food we eat has other people’s fluids in it? Only we’re never aware of it because it doesn’t turn us into zombies.”

  “That’s fucked up.”

  “I’m just saying.”

  “I wish you hadn’t. Now I’m going to think about that every time I eat anything.”

  “Or take communion.” Padowski grinned.

  “Come on dude! Don’t be saying shit like that.”

  “What? You don’t want to hear about the priests and altar boys jizzing on the wafers?”

  “Shut the fuck up.”

  “I’m just saying.”

  “Well stop saying, you’re turning my stomach.”

  “Shh,” Padowski said, a look of concentration coming over him.

  “What?”

  “Shh, listen. Do you hear that?”

  “What?”

  “Shut up and listen.”

  They remained quiet as the gentle breeze went through the leaves over their heads. Burke said, “I don’t hear anything.”

  “Neither do I. Must have been my ima–” Suddenly they heard a bang. They both turned quickly in the direction it came from, reaching for their rifles.

  But there was no one there. Just the yard and the garden shed behind it. It looked like most of the contents of the shed had been strewn across the grass.

  “I heard that,” Burke said. “What was it?”

  “I don’t know.”

  Bang! The sound came from inside the shed. They both jumped to their feet and pointed their rifles at it.

  “Something’s in there,” Burke whispered.

  “No shit Sherlock.”

  “What do you think it is?”

  “I don’t know. A dog maybe?”

  “What if it’s one of those freaks?”

  “Who would put someone in a shed?”

  Burke had no answer for that, and remained silent.

  Padowski took a few careful steps forward, keeping his rifle trained on the shed door.

  “There’s a combination lock on the latch,” he said.

  “I think it’s a dog.”

  “Why?”

  “If I had a dog and this shit was going on, I’d lock it in my shed.”

  Padowski had to admit that made some sense. He took a few steps closer.

  “Hey!” he shouted, startling his partner, “Who’s in there?”

  They heard scratching at the door from inside.

  “I think you’re right, it is a dog.”

  He moved close and put his ear against the gap between the doors, listening closely. The scratching continued.

  “Hey puppy,” he said, “are you a good boy? Want a biscuit?”

  A soft tongue flicked between the gap and licked his earlobe. “Fuck me,” whispered the voice from inside.

  “Shit!” he cried, jumping back from the shed as if he’d touched a light socket. “Fuck fuck fuck,” he said frantically as he wiped his ear with his sleeve.

  “What? What?” Burke screamed, his eyes wide as he looked for some place to aim his weapon.

  Padowski put his hand up to calm him. “I’m ok. She just licked my ear a little, that’s all. It’s off now.”

  “She? The dog is a she?”

  “It’s not a dog, it’s a woman.”

  “Fuck!” His rifle was still waving around frantically. “Is it one of those freaks?”

  “Yes.”

  “And she licked you?”

  “Yes, but it’s off. Don’t worry about it.”

  “What are we going to do?”

  “Follow orders and bring her in.”

  “Can’t we just shoot her through the door?”

  Padowski strode to his partner and grabbed the barrel of his gun, pointing it at the ground.

  “Burke! Calm down! It’s just a girl. We’re not going to shoot her.”

  “Then what?”

  “We’re going to break the lock off and take her to the hospital. That’s our orders.”

  “What are our orders if one of us gets infected?”

  “Would you shut the fuck up Burke? I’m not infected.”

  “I was just asking.”

  Padowski strode to the shed and lifted his gun, bringing the butt down hard on the lock. The metal twisted but held. It took him three more hits to finally get it loose.

  “Get ready,” he said, reaching for the latch.

  Burke took a ready stance, his gun pointed at the doors.

  “I’m warning you Burke, don’t fucking shoot her.”

  He pulled the latch loose, half expecting the doors to burst open, and whatever was inside to leap out at him. But they stayed shut, and the girl inside was quiet.

  He yanked one of the doors open, bringing his weapon up as the shed’s only occupant was revealed.

  Haley stood there blinking at the sudden sunshine on her face, staring at them with a confused expression. The soldiers’ eyes opened wide to take in her nude young form, from her large breasts tipped with dark nipples to the full bush of her pussy. Her long black hair was a tangled mess, and her eyes stared vacantly.

  “Fuck me,” she said softly.

  “Damn!” Burke said. “I wasn’t expecting that.”

  Padowski stared at her. “Christ, she’s just a kid.”

  Haley took a step out of the shed and the two soldiers backed up.

  “Stay right there Miss,” Padowski said sternly.

  Her eyes turned to him. “I got an itch. I need your cock.”

  “Just calm down,” Padowski said, “we’re going to help you.”

  “Fuck me.” She took another step toward him.

  “Stay back please,” Padowski warned her.

  She was past listening to his orders, and continued to move to him.

  Padowski almost stumbled over a pair of hedge clippers as he stepped backwards, keeping her out of reach. Suddenly, Burke stepped quickly forward and swung the butt of his rifle against the side of her head. There was a loud thunk and she dropped to the grass, lying still.

  “What the fuck was that?” Padowski said, “There was no need to hit her.”

  “I’m not taking any chances,” Burke said, his voice tight.

  “Fuck dude,” you could have killed her. He knelt next to the girl, making sure not to touch her while looking for signs of life. He was in this position when Burke’s gun butt came down again, this time on the back of his head, knocking him unconscious and onto the girl.

  Burke stood over them, looking down.

  “Sorry dude, but as I said, I’m not taking any chances.”

  Chapter 28

  “Josh! Oh god, Josh! Wake up!”

  The voice seemed to be coming from a long way away, and muffled as if underwater.

  “Josh! Are you ok?”

  His eyes blinked open and the light was too bright, and he had to blink a few more times before his eyes adjusted. Someone was leaning over him, and all he could see was their silhouette.

  “Josh?”

  He squinted, trying to make out the face above him.

  “Oh Josh, I’m so sorry.”

  The person leaned down to hug him, and a pair of warm breasts pressed into his chest. The voice sounded familiar, but he was having trouble remembering who she was. Or why he was here. Why was he lying on the floor with a headache?

  She pulled back again and he saw her face clearer. It took him a second to recognize her, and all the memories came flooding back.

  “Emma?”

  She smiled through her tears. “Josh!”

  “What happened?”

  “I hit you,” she said, “I thought you were one of those soldiers coming after me, and I hit you on the head. I’m so sorry.”

 
He reached up and gingerly touched the back of his head, feeling the lump there. “Ow! What did you hit me with?”

  She held up the child’s bat. “This. It was the only thing I could find.”

  He looked at the bat and rubbed his head. “With a swing like that, we need to get you on our team.”

  “You sure you’re ok?” she asked, still looking concerned.

  “I have a hard head,” he replied, “I’ll be fine. What happened? I saw Amber and Billy getting on the bus, and I thought I saw you on it too.”

  She shook her head. “No, Billy told me to stay here.”

  “Why didn’t you all stay here?”

  “Because Amber freaked out when she saw they had her mom. She went running out to stop them, and Billy ran after her. I wanted to go too, but I was scared.” She looked like she was getting ready to cry.

  He sat up and took her in his arms. “It’s ok. I’m glad you didn’t go.”

  She melted into him, and he felt her trembling. They held each other for a few minutes without speaking.

  Finally, she pulled away. “What’s going on? Why did they take them?”

  “Because of the disease, the Army’s taken over the town. They’re rounding up everyone, both the sex zombies and the normal people. They even shot and killed the priest at my mom’s church. And I think they did something to the family next door to me.”

  “I’m scared.”

  He held her again. “I am too. I think my mom is a...” He couldn’t bring himself to say it. “I think my mom is sick.”

  Emma pulled away again. “Oh my god Josh. She has it?”

  He nodded. “According to my neighbor, the whole church got it.”

  “I’m so sorry. Where is she?”

  “The Army took them someplace. I don’t know where.”

  “What are you going to do?”

  “I have to find her.”

  “I want to help.”

  Josh looked at her. She looked so adamant – so earnest in her desire to help him. So beautiful.

  His arms slid around her waist and he leaned in. She seemed surprised at first, but her eyes closed and she erased the small gap between them, her lips meeting his.

  Her hands came up around his neck as the kiss continued, and he could feel the familiar desire for her from last night washing over him again. She felt alive in his arms as she moved against him, shifting her body to face him squarely.

  But along with the desire came the guilt. His mother and friends had been taken away, and here he was swapping spit with a girl. He broke off the kiss.

  She smiled softly at him. “I guess that wasn’t just a really nice dream last night.”

  “If it was, we both had it.”

  She sat back, her expression a mixture of happiness and worry – which was exactly how he was feeling.

  Something caught his eye and he stared down at her hand, his breath catching.

  “Is that blood?” he asked.

  She looked at where he was pointing and lifted her hand. Blood covered the palm.

  “Are you cut?” he asked, reaching out to take her arm.

  “No.” She looked puzzled, but when she glanced at him the riddle was solved.

  “It’s coming from you,” she said, concern in her voice. She leaned in close and examined the side of his neck, running her fingers through his hair. “It’s your head. It’s bleeding down onto your neck.”

  He wiped his neck with his hand and it came away bloody. He grinned. “Damn! I guess you really did hit me.”

  She quickly stood and held out her hand. “Come on, let me clean you up.”

  He took her hand and stood with her. She led him into the bathroom and looked through the medicine cabinet.

  After a fruitless search, she said, “There’re no bandages here. They must be in the house.”

  “It’s ok,” he said, “I’ll live.”

  But she was adamant. “No. I have to clean it.”

  He realized that she needed to stop the bleeding she had caused. “Ok. Let’s go over.”

  “You stay here,” she said. “I’ll run over and find some first aid supplies and bring them back.”

  She turned to leave, but he quickly reached out and held her wrist. “That’s not happening. I’m not letting you out of my sight. We’ll both go.”

  She started to complain, but his look stopped her. “Ok. Let’s go,” she said.

  They went down the stairs and peeked out through the door. There was no one in sight.

  “We’ll run to the back door,” Josh said. “Hopefully it’s unlocked.”

  Emma nodded.

  He took her hand and pushed the door open. They quickly made their way across the grass, keeping low as they looked around. The jumped over the two steps leading up to the porch, and Josh twisted the door handle. To his relief it swung open, and they scurried into the kitchen.

  “You ok?” he asked.

  Emma wasn’t even breathing hard. “I’m fine.”

  She led the way to the downstairs bathroom, but couldn’t find the supplies. “Let’s look upstairs.”

  He followed her up the steps, trying not to stare at her nicely rounded ass on the way up.

  “Here we go,” she said as she rummaged through the upstairs medicine cabinet. “Washcloth, alcohol, peroxide, scissors and bandages. We’re all set. Follow me.”

  She took her haul and led him into the master bedroom. Setting her supplies on the corner of the bed, she said, “Have a seat.”

  He smiled slightly as he obeyed. She was enjoying herself. She had hurt him and this was her way of making up for it. She was healing herself as much as him. “I’m all yours,” he said.

  She began working, cleaning him first before using the peroxide.

  “Ow!” he said, as the disinfectant stung him.

  “Ya big baby,” she said, and dabbed the washcloth on the wound, making it sting more.

  She found a bandage that would cover the cut, and peeled the backing away. “This probably won’t stick very long because of your hair, but the bleeding should stop soon anyway.”

  “Ok Nurse Nightingale.”

  “Smart ass.” She pressed the bandage down on his head, perhaps a bit too hard. He winced again.

  “All done,” she announced.

  He felt the lump. It was nicely contained by the bandage. “Nice job. Thanks.”

  She smiled proudly. “You’re welcome.”

  “Do you accept Blue Cross?”

  She laughed. “Sorry, cash only.”

  “Forgot my wallet. Maybe we can work something out?”

  “You mean like a barter? A service for a service?”

  “Exactly. Are you in need of any services?”

  She gave him a sexy smile. “Maybe.”

  He took her hand and pulled her until she stood in front of him. “So what can I do for you ma’am?”

  She giggled and moved onto the bed, straddling his waist on her knees, sitting lightly on his thighs. “Mmm, I do have some tight muscles in my back. Maybe you could work on them?”

  “A massage? Sure.” His hands moved to her back, about halfway down, and kneaded the muscles there. She sighed and leaned into him, her hands around his back as her head rested on his shoulder.

  “Is that the right spot?” he asked.

  “A little lower,” she murmured into his ear.

  His hands shifted down to the small of her back and continued their massage. “Is that good?”

  “Feels wonderful,” she replied, her breath warm on his neck, “but a little lower please.”

  He grinned and moved his hands down on her ass, squeezing her gently and pulling her against his hardening cock. She responded by groaning softly and moving her hips, while her lips nibbled at the skin of his neck.

  His hands continued to knead her firm flesh, cupping her roundness in his palms. Moving his hands lower, his fingertips slid down into the valley where her legs met, and pressed against the warmth emanating from there.

>   She groaned again, louder this time, and her lips moved up to find his, kissing him urgently. Her tongue darted into his mouth and he felt her desire as her body pressed against his. She pushed him until he fell back on the bed, and she moved her body over his, straddling his waist and pressing the warmth of her mound against his solid cock. It was his turn to groan out his approval.

  His hands left her ass and moved up her sides, finding the outside swells of her breasts and cupping them, feeling her nipples rise up against his palms. She sighed and moved her hips in a slow circle, teasing his cock through his pants.

  His was gently pinching her nipples through her blouse when they heard the door open downstairs.

  She quickly leapt off of him and stood by the bed. He sat up and they both listened.

  A male voice echoed through the house. “See that? I told you no one was home.”

  Emma and Josh looked at each other, their eyes wide with fright.

  “Are you sure?” said a female voice.

  “Positive,” the man replied, “they cleared all these people out. Trust me, we have the place to ourselves.”

  “Mmm, that’s nice.”

  The two teens strained their ears but couldn’t hear anything for a minute.

  “Let’s go upstairs and get comfortable baby,” the man said.

  Josh sprung off the bed. He quickly looked around the bedroom, searching for a place they could hide. The only place was the closet. They could hear the voices coming up the stairs.

  Moving to it, he silently slid open the folding closet door. It was crowded with clothes, but they could fit if they stood close together. He motioned her over.

  He held the door as she stepped past him into the closet. He moved in beside her and was about to close the door when she whispered, “Wait.” She pointed at the bed.

  He looked and saw they had left all the first aid items on the bed, including the bloody washrag. If the wet blood was discovered on it, the people coming would know someone had been here recently.

  Josh darted out of the closet, snatched up the items and quickly tossed them under the bed. Slipping back in beside Emma, he closed the folding door just as the other couple entered the room.

  Chapter 29

  “Did you bring the shit?” asked the woman.

  “Got it right here,” the man replied.