Thrust & Parry: Z Day

by Luke Ashton

  “I didn’t mind it.” Jim replied with a wry smile. Monica smiled back, probably more out of nerves than anything.

  “You could have at least waited until I had finished before interrupting me. I was really close.” She looked quite shy now for the first time since they had met.

  “Don’t let me stop you darling. You carry on.” She looked at him for a moment.

  “Piss off then.”

  “Can’t do that ma’am. I have to ensure your safety.” Jim replied, his smile growing.

  “Look either piss off or help me, your choice?” She exclaimed looking visibly frustrated now. Jim pondered this for a second before simply leaning back against the wall and staring at her. She sighed and threw her head back again. Her legs opened back up to expose a damp pussy with her juices running down her legs. Her hand moved back to her clit and began working overtime. Within about 30 seconds she was getting close again. Jim left it as late as he dare before ripping her hand away and putting a finger to his lips. They sat in silence for a minute as Jim pretended to listen and Monica tried to calm her breathing down. Finally Monica chirped up.

  “What was it?”

  “Nothing I just wanted to stop you again.” Monica glared at him and slapped his arm.

  “Bastard!” She whispered. Jim was now knelt in front of her and looked up into her eyes. They seemed to be willing him to let her. “You have no idea how much I need this baby.”

  “Baby?” Thought Jim. “I must be getting to her.” He leant down to within a centimetre of her clit and began breathing heavily. Her hands flung to the cubicle walls as her breathing became erratic. He let his bottom lip rub between her lips gently and she let out a small moan. He gently licked the end of her clit and her moans grew more exited. As he ran his tongue round her throbbing labia she bit into her hand. She obviously didn’t want to get any louder. She was getting close and her arse started to lift off the seat. He started licking with more purpose. Long, fast strokes and she gave her final gasps before grabbing his hair hard. Warm come flowed freely out of her and onto the floor as she moaned into her hand. Jim slowed to a stop, wiped his mouth and stood up.

  “Next time…” Jim said with the authority returning to his voice. “Come find me, you can’t be wandering around alone.” She simply nodded slowly as he gulped in air and tried to regain some composure. She slid her thong back on and stood up, pulling her dress down as she did. She looked a little dishevelled and flushed but the calm business woman was returning.

  “I’m sure I will, that you can be sure of.” She said with a smile as she readjusted herself and moved round to the sinks. Jim followed her and watched as she tidied her hair back under the clips that held it in place and tried to look like she hadn’t just exploded all over the bathroom floor. As Jim watched he reflected on the day he’d had. To say it had been peculiar would be an understatement. Hell, to say it had been well and truly fucked up would be an understatement. As she finished sorting herself out he mused on the effect a ‘hero figure’ had on the opposite sex during an apocalypse. In all the time he had studied apocalypse theories he had never considered a sexual relationship. Emotional attachments were a no go for the simple fact that you may have to kill anyone you get close to, or watch them be killed. Monica saw Jim watching her and gave a shy, nervous smile as she turned.

  “It’s probably best the rest of this lot don’t know this happens yeah?” Jim said as she turned to leave. Monica simply nodded and avoided eye contact. She stepped out of the bathroom and Jim followed. As they stepped out Paddy was just getting ready to change stags. He looked at Monica as she stepped out but she was intent on staring at the floor. She moved past him and into the bar.

  “Was she shitting or what mate?” Paddy asked as Jim followed her out. Jim nodded and smiled. He had to keep up appearances. Sam gave them both a disdainful look and turned away. Jim wandered into the bar and looked around Laura was sat with Whethers by her bed space and he was showing her parts of the SA80. She looked up as he entered and gave him a smile. It was an innocent smile. Jim hadn’t seen that on her yet. It didn’t suit her.

  “Whethers, how long you need to finish that weapon lesson?” Jim asked. He needed to go to stores but he wanted at least one working weapon by the stag point that wasn’t the Gimpy.

  “I can cut it short now if you want?” Whethers asked. Jim nodded and Laura shuffled backwards into a corner and brought her knees up to her chest. She sat there hugging her knees and staring into space. Monica was now sat in the next bed space staring into space with a small absent minded smile on her face. Whethers slid his rifle back together within about 30 seconds and sorted his kit out.

  “Ladies I am going to need your shoe sizes.” Jim waited patiently until Whethers was ready before stepping out the bar and taking Sam’s. Whethers followed him over to the stores and waited by the doorway for his orders.

  “I need to find some more suitable clothes for the girls, trainers, camo, t-shirts and shorts. Anything that they can wear but no boots.” Jim didn’t want to hinder the girls by giving them blisters while they try to wear in issue boots. Jim found a half empty box and tipped its contents out onto the floor. He lobbed the box into the middle of the room and both men started throwing anything useful they could find for the girls in it.

  “Twitch, there’s a fair few bits here I wouldn’t mind for myself.” Whethers chirped up from behind a shelf.

  “Not now mate. I’m holding a briefing later to decide what to do next and if we chose to leave here we will be taking everything that’s useful with us. ” Jim replied as he checked his list of shoe sizes before throwing a pair of Silver Shadows into the box. Silver shadows were military issue trainers and although they weren’t brilliant for running with they were indestructible.

  “BOSS!” Called Rim from the stag point and Jim sprinted out of the storeroom with Whethers close behind. He burst through the double doors to the lobby, weapon up, ready for anything. He swept the room round to Rim who was behind the Gimpy and focused on the door. Jim switched his aim to the door and saw the issue. There were 2 zeds peering through the reinforced glass at them. Clawing and banging at it in a desperate attempt to get in.

  “Where the fuck did they come from?” The question was slightly rhetorical but if he got an answer then all the better. “Right, hold fire and monitor. If there is a danger to life then you open up.” Jim said and Rim nodded without taking his eyes off the zeds. Jim looked round at everyone who had now amassed at the stag point. The ladies looked horrified; the lads looked impassive as always, just another day at the office. Jim turned and took Whethers back to the storeroom to finish packing the box. When they had finished they took the box through and dropped it on the bar floor. The stag had changed again now and it was Laura’s turn to stag on with Rim.

  “Go relieve Laura so we can get this sorted. Il send her back once she’s sorted.” Jim said to Whethers and he disappeared. Laura appeared in the doorway several seconds later, her innocent smile still smeared across her face. Jim briefly mused that she must have glued it on to keep people in the dark about her true colours. Jim passed out the kit to the ladies. “You each have a pair of shorts to sleep in if you want to, 2 t-shirts, 1 smock jacket, 1 pair of trousers, 1 pair of trainers, 2 pairs of socks, a pair of gloves, a towel and a daysack.” He passed the set out and the ladies disappeared to sort their kit out. Monica and Sam ran off to change whereas Laura simply packed everything in her bag and dropped it on her bed space. As Monica and Sam reappeared in their new clothes Laura wandered back to her stag point. Monica had the trousers, trainers and t-shirt on, she had tied the bottom of the trousers up and the excess fabric bagged round her ankles. The issue green belt held the pants up and the t-shirt was tucked in to show off her breasts. Sam had the same on but didn’t quite have the efficiency that Monica had and the t-shirt hung down to halfway down her calves and the trousers were tripping her up. Jim wandered over to her and took a knee. She gave him a strange look.

 
“May I?” Jim asked as he motioned towards her trousers. She nodded and he tied the drawstring at the bottom of both legs and tucked her shirt in for her. “You don’t want anything slowing you down if you have to leg it.” Sam nodded and whispered thanks before wandering over to her bed space and packing her dress and heels away. Jim wandered over to his bed space and sat down. The bed spaces were simply 4 of the bars chairs laid out in a makeshift bed with an issue sleeping bag on top and a single pillow. They had found a box full of pillows in the storeroom in Huddersfield and, although Jim wasn’t sure why they were there, he was glad to take them. Paddy was in the next bed space. He was laid on his back staring at the ceiling.

  “You not getting your head down Paddy mate?” He asked interrupting Paddy’s train of thought.

  “Yeah, in a minute boss I’ve just been thinking.” Paddy still seemed slightly spaced out.

  “Anything you want to talk about?” Jim always cared about his sections morale and mental state. Paddy thought for a minute before turning to him.

  “How widespread do you think this is?”

  “I’ve tried not to think about it mate. I simply presume anyone and everyone I once knew are dead. Then if we find any survivors then it’s a bonus.”

  “I suppose your right mate. I just keep expecting to see my Ma running at me trying to eat me or something.”

  “If your mum had been turned into a zed she would no longer be your mother. She wouldn’t recognise you as her son and, if I were you, I wouldn’t see her as your mother I’d see her as a threat, a target. ” Paddy simply nodded. Jim could see he wasn’t convinced but by the same merit he probably hadn’t been through the same emotional journey as Jim. He picked up his daysack and pulled out several more tins of hot dogs. Stashing his bag back away he stood up.

  “Briefing by the stag point now.” He announced and wandered in. Rim was still staring intently at the zeds whereas Laura was staring her feet in her own little world. She hadn’t even noticed her dress was riding up her legs and part of her arse was on show. “How’s it looking buddy?” He asked Rim passing him a tin of hot dogs.

  “Nothing’s changed mate. Undead fucks trying to get in. Noticed the right hand one probably used to be quite fit though.” A smile caught the corner of Rims mouth.

  “I actually wouldn’t put it past you to fuck a zed mate.” Said Jim with a chuckle. Rim said nothing the smile just spread. The rest of the guys appeared at the doorway and found a spot to perch. Jim passed out the hotdogs and pulled the ring on his own.

  “Where are we emptying this hot dog spunk out mate?” Rim asked.

  “Hot dog spunk?” Sam asked, the sour look returning to her face.

  “You know the liquid that it comes with.” Rim explained, looking a little disheartened that his little joke didn’t catch a laugh. Jim pointed to the toilets.

  “Pour it down the sinks. Rim, I’ll take yours.” Everyone wandered into the bathrooms to drain their tins before returning to their chosen spot and getting comfy. As Jim fed a hot dog into his mouth Rim chirped up once more.

  “Spell me for a minute boss? My back teeth are floating.” Rim asked.

  “Can do mate, take someone with you though.” Jim answered as he moved over and took control of the Gimpy. As a point of habit he checked the chamber, checked the link was seated correctly and pulled the cocking handle back.

  “Care to join me my dear? You can hold it for me if you want?” Rim asked Sam with a filthy grin. Jim didn’t even turn round he just threw his hand backwards and caught Rim on the back of the head. “Ouch, sorry boss. You don’t have to hold it Sam but I wouldn’t mind you coming with me.” Sam looked at Jim for help.

  “He needs someone to go with him to be fair.” Sam sighed and nodded before going into the gents and holding the door open for Rim.

  “Such a lady.” Rim said with a smile and Sam returned it with a sarcastic grin. Rim disappeared into the toilet. A minute or so later they reappeared, Rim had a massive grin on his face.

  “She couldn’t take her eyes of little Rimmy.” He told Paddy with a wink.

  “Eurgh, maybe if I could see it.” She replied. The room burst out laughing. Jim stepped back to let Rim take control of the Gimpy.

  “Right, we need to decide what we are doing from here. If we choose to stay we will dig in and fortify the whole compound. If we choose to leave we will empty everything of use out and go.” Jim wanted to hear everyone’s opinion before deciding his next actions.

  “I think we should head over and see if my boyfriends still alive” Sam chirped up.

  “With all due respect to your boyfriend we have to assume any family and friends are now dead.” Jim replied with a grave expression. The sour look disappeared from Sam’s face and was replaced by a stunned look. “Any other suggestions?”

  “What about food? How many days can we survive on what we have?” Paddy asked.

  “If we chose to stay we will empty the truck. I would suggest putting all the food in one of the smaller offices. They have air con in there so we can turn it up full and make any perishables last longer. If we start to run low we can take a trip to the petrol station over the road and see what we can raid.” Paddy nodded thoughtfully.

  “What do you think we should do Jim?” Laura had finished her daydream now.

  “I think we should hole up here for a few days. We don’t really have anywhere to go and we need to find a way of collecting any remaining survivors.” Jim explained to the group. They all seemed to accept that as the best plan. “We should clear the rest of the TAC out and create a proper defensive position.” There was nods all round. “Are we all agreed on that as the plan then?” Again, everyone nodded with a few grunts from the lads. “Good, any questions?”

  “How do we get to the truck then?” Monica asked pointing to the zeds.

  “Leave that with me. We don’t need anything in the truck until tomorrow at least. We can sort out a plan of action then.” Jim stood in silence waiting for any more questions. None came. “Everyone else, as you were. Sam, if you would come with me to the storeroom.” Sam nodded. Everyone dispersed back to their own bed spaces except Rim and Laura.

  “Wait Boss. You’re supposed to be on stag now.” Rim called as Jim started towards the storeroom.

  “Sorry mate, give me 5 minutes and ill relieve you.” Jim called back without breaking his stride. Jim wandered into the storeroom and round to the right. He’d seen a door earlier with what looked like a maintenance hatch symbol on it and he wanted to check it out. He tried the handle but it had a keypad lock on it. It opened outwards so kicking it in wasn’t an option.

  “I need to find some form of crowbar.” Jim explained to Sam as she stood there looking useless. Sam started routing through the storeroom and reappeared seconds later with a sturdy looking one. Jim took it and thanked her before ramming it in the gap just above the lock and jolted it hard. The lock gave easily and Jim handed the crowbar to Sam. “There you go, your first weapon. Carry it everywhere with you. It is now an extension of your right arm.” Sam nodded. Jim stepped into the room. He quickly swept it with his weapon before turning to Sam once more. The room was just big enough to fit two people in and had a ladder at the end.

  “I’ll let you go first.” Sam stepped inside and started to climb the ladder. Jim stood at the bottom and couldn’t resist the urge to take a quick glance at her arse. She stopped a few rungs up. “What’s up?” Jim asked.

  “There’s a hatch at the top, it looks like it has a lever on it.” Sam explained.

  “Turn the lever.” Jim ordered. There was a squeak followed by a clunk and the hatch was pushed upwards. Sam started to climb again and Jim followed. He reached the top and climbed up to find Sam stood looking at him expectantly. He put his finger to his lips and slowly walked to the edge of the roof and peered down. There, just below them, were the 2 zeds, blissfully unaware of Jim and Sam’s presence. Jim motioned for Sam to follow him and he moved back to the hatch and climbed down. Sam foll
owed and pulled the hatch shut with a clang. As they walked back to the stag point they chatted a little.

  “I wouldn’t let Rim get to you. He’s a sex pest through and through. Just ignore him and he will get bored.” Jim explained to her.

  “I know I’ve met his type before.”

  “I’m sorry about your boyfriend.” Jim didn’t want to seem heartless with his earlier comment.

  “Don’t be, I understand why we can’t go check. I guess I was just living in hope.”

  “Well look if you ever need to talk to anyone, I’m always here. Whatever you told me would not go any further.” As they reached the stag point Sam stopped and looked straight at him. A soft, caring look was now in her eyes.

  “Thank you.” Was all she said before she disappeared into the bar to get some sleep, the crowbar still clutched in her hand. She had listened. Jim took over the stag point from Rim and get settled before Rim briefed him up.

  “Right, your arcs are between the door frames. Nothing has changed on the enemy front except I’m fairly sure the right hand one keeps giving me the eye.” Jim gave him a look that told him to shut up and he continued. “Other than that nothing to report boss.” And with that he picked up his daysack and wandered into the bar. Jim looked through the windows in the bar door. The lights were off and everyone was asleep except Rim who was still getting into bed. Jim checked the Gimpy over once more and settled into a comfortable standing position behind it.

  “So then, we are finally alone.” Jim had completely forgotten Laura was on stag with him.

  “What do you mean?” He asked without taking his eyes off the zeds. Without replying she moved round in front of him and sat down on the bar couch under the Gimpy, there was just enough room for her under the table. She unzipped his fly and took him out into her hand. She began stroking his rapidly hardening cock softly. “Laura, this isn’t the...”

  “Shhh.” She said as she gripped his penis hard making him gasp. She took him in her mouth and began working him back and forth moving down the entire length before licking the end playfully. Jim looked down to find her legs open. She was rubbing herself as the same time. He tried to concentrate on the job at hand but she started moaning into his dick quietly. Already her moans sounded far too excited and seconds later she climaxed her teeth digging in slightly. She continued to suck him, now moving faster with more purpose. He could feel his tip hitting the back of her throat and his breathing became heavy. He could feel himself getting closer and closer as she grabbed his arse and pulled him further into her mouth he reached the tipping point and shot deep in her mouth, she sucked up every last bit before swallowing. She tucked him back away and zipped his pants back up before wiping her mouth and moving off the couch.