I’m feeling great about it. But we have a mass breakout of infected, literally surrounding the area. We know once they sense us moving. It’s on. We need to be prepared to get everyone out of here safe and sound.
After a swift shower and an even quicker manual release with my soapy hands. I get dressed and head to the kitchen where I find my uncle standing, watching and waiting for the water to boil for his tea. “Morning”
“Morning Pete. How’d you sleep?”
“Great thanks. You all ready and packed?”
“You bet! That’s one of the reasons why I’m sitting here, waiting for the water to heat up enough, so I can drink a cup of tea instead of my normal coffee breakfast.” He turns back to the pot of water with a smile on his face. “Would you like a cup? I left out the black tea. It has enough caffeine in it.”
“Yes, sure. Thanks.”
Sitting down, drinking tea and eating our breakfast of champions which consists of powdered eggs, bagels, granola and some canned fruit. We both seem to be lost in thought with what’s to come.
He’s the first to break the silence, “Are you ready? I mean for if we get overcome with infected? Do you have everything together to defend yourself?”
“Yeah, sure. I have all my gear set in a duffle. My weapons belt is loaded and I’ll have more on me once I finished getting dressed. I’m good to go and ready for whatever comes our way.”
“Good. That’s good. I should know better than to ask you,” he says with a smirk and pats me on the back. “Let’s get going then, son. We both know what’s waiting for us once we get moving. But no one else does. We have to try our best to keep everyone safe. Are the numbers still the same from when you last sensed them or has it changed?”
“Still the same. No more. No less. Around two hundred or so.”
“Well, we’ve been here before. I just can’t believe there are still so many and they’re surrounding us here. This area isn’t even all that populated. I wonder what’s drawing them here...”
“I don’t know. I just want this to be over and done with. We don’t even know if any more RIP’s will arrive or if we’re on our own.”
“Very true. Let’s head out like it’s just us and the crew. We’ll be fine.” He nods his head as if he’s convincing himself and turns to suit up.
Since I’m ready and don’t want to head out without him, I get to thinking of how I came to be. The story my uncle has told me many times throughout the years to help me understand the ‘why’ of me.
The true reason I’m part zombie is because my mother was bitten by an infected while she was in labor with me. She was lying helplessly on a birthing bed and breathing through contractions—she finally gave birth to me.
As the story goes, there were five other people in the room, my father being one of them. Then, there was a medic named Norma, my father’s brother Michael, a guard by the door and another person assisting the medic with the delivery.
Anyway, I was told that they had to pull over in an abandoned town and found an empty hospital. My mother was in labor for a while by then. So, they took it as a sign and went in, unknowingly of what the hospital held. It could’ve possibly been crawling with a large number of infected. At the time, they didn’t see any though.
Both of my parents died the night of my birth; my father trying to fight off the uncountable amount of zombies that did eventually enter the birthing room. Infected filled the halls and beyond.
My uncle tells me he fought bravely and neither of us would have survived if it wasn’t for my dad. I was raised by my uncle, Michael. He told me the story many times throughout my life. Over the years, he’s told me all of his memories of my parents, both good and bad. The only bad really being the night they died.
Now here I am, 24 years later. I patrol, fight for the survival of myself and others. Now, I’m getting ready to move on to new place, again. I’m also still looking for the fuckers that murdered my parents. Well, not the exact ones because they’ve been dead for years. But any others out there, so we can try and gain control over the spread of this virus, mutation, disease, whatever you want to call it. Basically, to keep those who are clean...safe and protected.
Today, I’m clearing a path with five others, it’s all males in this group and only two of them have been even slightly friendly towards me. I’m not sure what I’ve ever done to them, but I’m definitely not welcomed by everyone. I’m glad my uncle is a part of it. He helps me to ignore those two judgmental pricks and focus on what’s important.
No one here but my uncle knows about me. The few others who did are long gone now. My uncle Mike is the best though. He took over the role of my father the moment I was born and has called me his son ever since. I call him pops. The nickname fits him for three reasons. One, he’s older than me...Two, he has a full head of grey hair and the third is that; he looks like one of those ‘Gordon’s fisherman’ from straight off the packages I’ve seen around. He always introduces me as his son. Proudly each and every time too.
“Pete! Snap out of it son. We need to get this done tonight. The sooner the better. I hope we settle longer this time around and are comfortable there. I’m getting too damn old to keep up with all of this moving crap. Get the lead out kiddo.”
I roll my eyes and smile. I think I’m really too old to be called kiddo anymore. But it makes him happy, so I deal. I love the old sap.
We are all trying to get everything loaded into the last truck. The delivery trucks have been here and ready to go for a while now. There are only a few families left, a handful of kids and then our team. It should make for an easy transport. But once again, I’ve thought too soon. All but one family and the team are loaded. I feel the prickle of slimy awareness creeping up my spine.
Two infected run fast and snatch up the two right in front of us. Then, out of nowhere, about twenty more swarm us. The parents are hysterical and trying to run after their kids.
Pops and I are the only one’s fully loaded with weapons. Everyone else figured all was well. “Fuck!” It’s all my fault. If only I told them that there were infected around. That I knew they were around. This could have been avoided. I look to my uncle.
His face is grim and he gives me a slight shake of his head. He knows what I’m thinking. It’s happened many times before and it always ends up with not just dead infected—but dead innocents
It kills me inside. Now I’m well and truly pissed.
Time to take it out on these infected fuckers. Everything is happening so fast. “All of you get in the fucking truck, NOW!” I yell out to the others. The parents are lord knows where and the kids—I cannot think about those poor kids.
Pops and I are shooting up a shit storm as more and more infected continue to come at us.
“Pete? Son, we have to retreat. Let’s go into the truck and wait it out. Someone will come soon. They have to come. They’ll send somebody over when we don’t show as scheduled.”
Just then, Raul pops his head out. “I sent a distress call about twenty minutes ago. They’ll be here. Come on. Both of you get in.”
I let off a few more shots as I’m waiting for my uncle to get in first. I want to make sure he’s safe before I think about myself. I always do.
“Come on Pete. Get in son.”
I let off one more shot—my last shot and turn to get in. I’m suddenly stuck. My boot is caught on something. So, I start kicking and backing out. Unbelievable! There’s an infected in a dirty tux under the truck and he has a strong hold on my right foot. He’s pulling and trying to get me down...the smart bastard! I hop back and land on my left foot while pushing full force with my right, trying to bash its head in.
“Pete, here take this.” Pops tosses me a Billy club fisherman use to knock out huge catches instead of wrestling them.
I use it to bash in the fuckers head until his face is no longer there at all, then I hop into the truck and the door slams behind me. I’m shaking like a leaf. That was a close call. I can’t believe how sm
art these fuckers are.
Nothing at all like you see happening in the movies in the auditoriums and such. They’re not slow, far from stupid and they’re very well preserved. These infected communicate with one another and know exactly where to strike to get their prey immobile. Their clever tactics are our Achilles tendon. They also know how to use other weapons to their advantage. They’re far from brain dead. I actually think their intelligence increases once they become infected. It’s scary shit!
I’m not sure exactly how long we sit in the truck awaiting the Calvary. But there is no doubt whatsoever when they finally arrive. A male voice shouts, “Everyone grab cover!”
Guns seemed to fire from every direction. We all duck low to be safe. I can’t make out how many guns are firing, but I sense less and less infected in the area. More time passes along with a bit of shouting. Then all gets quiet.
We all wait a few moments, barely breathing and then pops speaks up, “Let’s go out and see the damage and see if we can help.” Everyone nods in agreement and we exit the truck one by one with weapons drawn.
I only sense four infected behind a building to my left. I see two RIP agents heading that way at a slow jog. They seemed to quicken their pace once two gunshots go off. Figuring they got it under control and not sensing any more infected around, I suggest to the others that we start moving the bodies, so we have a clear path to drive through.
We’ve been piling bodies for only a few minutes when a thought comes to mind. “We need to pile them in the center over there so nothing in the surrounding area can catch fire when we burn them.” Suddenly, I feel as if someone is staring at me, so I turn my gaze ahead and my heart stutters in my chest. “Holy shit! It’s her!”
“What man?”
I turn towards Raul and give a sheepish smile. “Oh, nothing—sorry. I—I was talking to myself.” With my heart pounding, I turn back to look at the beauty who stands literally just a few feet away from me. I stare and gawk, taking her all in to my heart’s content. I can’t believe my eyes. These feelings I have, not just in my chest and the pit of my stomach, but everywhere...All over. It has to be her...My dream girl.
She’s staring back at me, her eyes wide.
I feel that if I look away for even a second she might disappear, so I stare back unblinkingly at her. I’m truly captivated.
She’s so beautiful. Tall, with the most amazing curves and her eyes are so bright they seem unreal. Now, I finally see her eyes and they are as striking as I hoped they’d be.
Abruptly, she turns her head toward the big guy I heard someone call Tank. He says something to her. She nods her head and answers back. As though unsure, she gives me another glance then turns away, walking toward the other RIP members she seems to be with.
She just walks away? How can she just walk away like that? Didn’t she feel the same things I just felt? The pull—the instant attraction...“Ah dammit!”
“What now dipshit?” Raul looks at me with a roll of his eyes. “You talk to yourself too much you know? I think there’s something wrong with you. Let’s get the rest of these infected corpses out of the way, so we can skedaddle.”
“Yeah,” I answer with a sigh. “Let’s get done and get going—I’m looking forward to getting settled even more now than ever!” I add with a stupid grin on my face.
“Aright dude. Whatever you say. Zip up and let’s blow this joint.”
Only thing that gets me moving is knowing that I’ll be seeing her again. I still don’t know her name. But I know I’ll find out. I halt in mid step and feel like slapping myself upside the head, but I refrain from doing so. “Raul?”
“Huh?”
“Who was that female with the rescue team? What’s her name?”
“That’s Wunder. She’s pretty kick ass. You should see her in action. It’s pretty hot how she takes down those infected pieces of shit. She’s got some moves, dude.”
I don’t know what to say from there. I feel a slight pang of envy that he knows her and admires her the way he does. I try brush the envy off just as quickly as it comes. It’s actually great that she’s admired like that. And she’s kick ass too.
“Wunder.” I test the name out just to get a real feel for it. Wunder...? Yeah, my Wonder woman! I chuckle at the joke and find myself curious if she’ll visit me in my dreams tonight or if things are going to change now. Only one way to find out...Go get settled in our new home and get to know more about Wunder. Let the fun begin!
Want more Wunder? The next installment is waiting for you: The Approach
WUNDER THE APPROACH
Continue reading for a taste of A.R. Von’s erotic thriller BLOOD DANCE
BLOOD DANCE (EXPLICIT)
By
A.R. Von
No one knows the real history and reasoning behind Valentine’s Day.
Okay, maybe there are a few out there who know the real truth. But these people are really not people at all. To tell you the truth, they’re beings that no one who needs food, water and oxygen to live would ever want to meet in a dark alley.
Humans—those delicate beings, which could die with the snap of a neck do not have this knowledge. The dark entities that do know these secrets have kept them within their circles for millennia.
What sort of dark beings are we talking about here? I’m afraid you’ll not be told about any of them here and now, other than one. The one and only entity which is still celebrated cherished and coveted on this planet...this plane.
You see humans as well as other beings have a variety of holidays they celebrate. There are birthdays, Christmas, Easter, Halloween and so many others within all cultures and walks of life on earth. The one you’re to concern yourself with for now, is known to all as the one and only holiday that is full of love, sex, gifts and a ton of history...Valentine’s Day.
There are many stories to how Valentine’s Day started and even who started it. The most popular one is the story of St. Valentine, a priest that married people in secret. Why is that such a big deal? Well, at the time of these occurrences, marriage was banned completely. Long story short, the priest was eventually found out and put to death for doing what he felt was right. All that the priest did was all being done to benefit the soldiers of that time period. It’s a sad story really.
Another story of Valentine’s Day roots that was spread far and wide is of a young man named Valentine. A young man who was in prison for helping persecute Christians. This man fell in love with his jailors blind daughter, and it’s said, he restored her sight. I’m not sure about the order of the two, what I do know is love did not prevail in this tale. He was executed. But before his execution, he sent out a letter to his beloved which he signed ‘Love, your Valentine’.
So many more stories are out there and each holds a very small bit of truth. That’s all except for thee one, the one and only true story of Valentine and its origin. Yes, you read right. Its origin.
You see, Valentine is not a human, a saint, a fae being or an angel. Nothing like any of those delightful, happy ending, good representing beings. No, Valentine was born from darkness, in darkness, lives, breathes, bleeds darkness and releases nothing but darkness, death and destruction.
The truth of it is, Valentine is a demon. A wicked and evil demon who has roamed the earth, right beneath all of our noses for hundreds of life times, a seductress of sexes and taker of lives. A bringer of death, hatred and fornication.
Valentine does not represent love. It—the being—represents death, destruction, horror and finality. There’s nothing positive about Valentine, not to humans and their lives. Not to anything or anyone good and pure.
It can take on any form it wishes, this demon known as Valentine. It can come to you as a male, female, animal, even the freaking Easter bunny if that is what it desired. But that’s beyond the point here.
For over a thousand years, Valentine has had a secret coven, a clan if you wish, in which followers help to make Valentine even stronger by bringing in people to celebr
ate this false holiday of love. A private party promising good times is usually the hook, line and sinker.
Once the humans get a small taste of the free feeling and sensuality Valentine can give. It then entices the humans by making small promises, laying out various temptations that make humans weak, causing them to cave in to temptation. To give up all that is them, their heart and soul to Valentine and only Valentine.
It’s so easy for the demon to gain followers with the small promises of wealth, a girl, a man desired, long existence, a fantasy come to life, even a dream home or a trip back in time. It all depends on the individual, the follower and their worth to Valentine. What none of them know is; most of the people who have been brought into this celebration will never come back out, never receive what was promised to them. Those little sheep, those followers are what in truth strengthens Valentine and is what has kept it alive throughout time, death.
Death is what gives it power.
It requires the heart of its victims along with the very soul within the body. Valentine tortures, mutilates, plays with, and then ingests them like it’s nothing and continues to live on and on...
Here’s just one tale, one small story of an instance of Valentine and its following at work. Please do not continue if you dislike kinky sex, gore, violence and moonshine...
A.R. Von
A.R.VON was born and raised in Bronx, NY and is the oldest daughter of two girls. She holds an Associate’s Degree in Computer Science and Information Technology, which was only briefly used. She’s a mother of two entertaining teen boys (as well as a lovely fawn Chihuahua, whom she considers her furry daughter.) She’s also a wife to a delightfully handsome and amazingly funny man-beast. She loves anything dragon and fantasy related. In her free time, she enjoys exercising, writing, listening to music, hiking, cooking, dancing and reading. She also loves a great adventure in and out of a book!
She writes to free her mind of its constant wondering and clutter. She thrives on the fact she can share some of it with readers that have the same passion for a great story.
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