“Let me get a kit out of the truck and we’ll test one of them,” Gina said. She started moving off, walking past Dean, and whispered, “Let’s go.”
Dean heard her and took a couple of steps back. The three started to close in, coming closer than Gina felt comfortable. She climbed into the cab, faking digging through a bag, waiting for Dean. Petey was looking anxious next to her.
“What’s taking so long?” the woman asked. All of her sadness, all of her tears, were gone. Dean was still making his way back to the truck, looking as calm as possible.
“Need help finding it?” he asked, coming around to the driver’s side.
Gina looked up, met the woman’s face with her own uneasy expression, and then quickly looked away again. She’d never been a good liar..
“She knows!” the woman shrieked, her voice lined with pure panic.
The two men immediately charged forward. Gina heard Dean’s rifle go off, and then one of the men was sprinting towards Gina’s door. She slammed the lock down. Petey was barking.
Gina looked towards Dean, seeing him wrestling with one of the men. “Dean! Climb in!” she screamed. She slid into the driver’s seat, and fired up the truck just as the man at the passenger’s side shattered the window. Petey lashed out, biting his hand, buying them a few moments.
Dean looked at her out of the corner of his eye, saw she was ready to go, and headbutted the guy in the face. He screamed in pain, collapsing to the ground, his hands grabbing onto the rifle and pulling it to the ground as he fell. Dean grabbed it back, tossed it in the bed, and piled in.
Gina gunned it. The woman was directly in front of her, screaming, trying to block the road. Gina closed her eyes and felt a thud as she hit the woman, then she opened them and was tearing away. Next to her, the last man was still holding onto the window, being dragged around with them. Petey was biting the man’s fingers over and over: he was bleeding everywhere, but he wouldn’t relent.
Then Dean came to the side and with one heavy kick, the man released his hold and tumbled away, rolling in the road. Dean climbed through the window as the truck was still moving.
“Good job,” he told her. Then he ruffled Petey’s fur. “Good job, Petey.”
“They strangled them. With their belts,” Gina explained. “We should never have stopped.”
“We never could have known,” Dean said.
“I should have listened to you. That’s what I said I would do.”
“Not everyone is bad. Plus, we had to know. What if there was some kind of disease out there? You had to check. Had to be sure.”
Gina nodded. His reasoning was true. Still. She had put them in a bad situation. She would never do that again.
*
Gina wasn’t sure how long they’d driven for. It was way longer than they should have, but Dean didn’t see the need to stop her. Everyone could be watching them now, but it didn’t matter. They had to get away from those people.
It was blind luck that carried them right past the post office downtown, and therefore also the warehouse where they would find all of the food they needed. By now, it was growing dark, so they stashed the truck a couple of blocks away and made their way to the post office to get some sleep.
The plan was to wake up early, grab as much food as they could carry, and take it back to the truck. If it was still there, great, if not, then they would make their way out on foot. But right now, it was too dark to do any good. Gina didn’t want to risk turning the headlights on, especially now that all of the power was out. If anyone was looking for them, they would be drawn to them like moths to a flame.
Dean managed to bust open the back door of the post office. Old mail delivery trucks sat abandoned out back, their tires slashed and the windows busted out. Dean took a few moments to scout the post office: his nose and eyes could detect no one. Upon further inspection, even the front door was locked and unbroken. Obviously, when things had gone bad in North Williamstown, no one had seen it necessary to go into the post office. It was a small blessing.
The post office itself was small, most of the floor space devoted to the back of the post office, where they did most of their sorting and packaging shipments. The front area was small. There were some lockboxes for people to pick up their mail, a bulletin board, and a small trash can. Luckily, no one would be looking for them in here.
“It’s not too bad,” Gina said, laying out their blankets.
Dean grunted, but then he said, “Yeah, you’re right. This place is sort of cozy.”
Gina made herself as comfortable as possible. The floor was hard, but the blankets helped, some, and Dean and Petey’s presence helped considerably. Dean pulled out their last two meal packs and handed one to Gina. Then he grabbed a can of Petey’s food and opened it up for him. Petey still had stacks of food left. The perks of being a dog, Gina thought.
They ate in silence and darkness, their only source of light the moon streaming in through a tall window. Gina would have loved some more light, but she knew the risk of attracting more people to their position. This was undoubtedly the most dangerous part of their journey so far.
She just hoped North Williamstown wouldn’t be their tomb, like it had been for so many others. They sat and talked in low tones for a good while, enjoying each other’s company.
Eventually, Dean said, “We’d probably better get some rest soon. We have an early morning. If we’re lucky, we’ll be up and out of here before anyone else in this damn town even wakes up.”
“Tomorrow is going to be dangerous, Dean.”
“I know.” He said it simply, as was his way. If he was nervous, he didn’t show it. Gina, on the other hand, was almost sick with nervousness.
“This town is dangerous. I can’t wait to get out of here and hit the road,” Gina said. “My ankle is even doing better. Soon, we’ll be crushing miles out in the woods again.”
Dean’s laugh was low. “I hope so.”
There was something in his voice, some…sadness that Gina picked up. She hadn’t told him that she was planning on staying in that community, but did he know, somehow? She knew that Dean was good at picking up on stuff like that.
She sighed. Those thoughts made her sad, too, but she couldn’t just run off to the woods with Dean and Petey. She was a doctor. It was her duty to help those that couldn’t help themselves. She could potentially be the only doctor in the community altogether. She could save lives. Restore humanity. Save the world.
Would Dean understand that? She thought so. He would understand it, but he wouldn’t be happy with it. She didn’t blame him. There was something between them, some bond that had formed ever since he pulled her out of her mangled car and saved her life. It was something she could never repay.
“Dean, stay with me. When we get to that camp, I want you to stay with me.”
He looked uncomfortable. “Gina…”
Dean didn’t answer for nearly a minute, before she prompted softly, “What? Dean, just spit it out.”
“You know I can’t. I don’t fit in with people. I’m dangerous.”
“You’ll fit in perfectly!” she said, crawling over to him and taking his hands in hers. “You’ve changed so much since I met you that I wouldn’t even recognize you from before. You can fit in. You can help. I can help. Together, we can make the world a better place.”
“You can make the world a better place. I’ll just get in the way.”
“Dean, don’t say that,” Gina said. She then took his head in her hands, looking deep into his blazing, golden eyes. “Dean, I need you.”
She pressed her lips on his, as if he needed the affirmation, and kissed softly. He didn’t move his lips for the briefest of moments, as if considering how much had changed in only a few short days, but then his lips started moving against hers. They found the rhythm perfectly, moving with each other and not against. Gina felt Dean’s tongue slide against her lips ever so softly before retreating back into his mouth. She followed it with her own, pressin
g it between his lips, feeling him suck it into his own mouth.
Gina didn’t know how long they kissed for, entirely losing herself in his lips and hands. His hands traveled over every inch of her body, running his fingers through her hair, dancing down her neck, cupping a breast, pulling her closer to him by her hips, squeezing her thigh. She shuddered in delight every time his fingers brushed her.
Their kiss of passion broke for just a split second and that was enough for Gina to reach down to his shirt, grabbing each side and pulling it over his head. She threw it far away into the darkness. Then she ran her fingers across his chest, his sides, and his back. She couldn’t help herself. He was perfection in every way.
It was her turn to kiss his neck, to nibble his ear, and to feel goosebumps break out across his skin underneath her hand. Moans escaped his lips as she moved her mouth down to his chest, kissing it, leaving her own little wet trails as she did so. Then she placed one of his nipples between her lips, sucking on it, running her tongue across it.
Without even hesitating, she moved down to his stomach, kissing one side of it, then the other. Her lips lowered to his navel, kissing around it and then directly on it. She fumbled to unbutton his pants, pull down the zipper, and then pull them off completely.
Dean was only in his underwear, at her mercy. She ran a finger along the noticeable bulge in the fabric, seeing a wet spot where the tip of his length was. She kissed along it, pressing the wet fabric to him, teasing him and making him wait.
Slowly, she wrapped a finger into the side of his underwear, and then slowly tugged them off. They caught for just a split second on his member, and then they were down past his knees. Dean kicked them off and lay there completely naked.
Gina trailed one finger along his length, twirling it on the head of his penis, then brought it back down the other side. She brought her head down, her tongue out, and licked him up and down. Dean growled, a loud noise of pure, bestial pleasure. When she had licked every inch of him, she brought her hand up, squeezing his girth and tugging gently. Dean leaned back and moaned again, running hands through his hair.
She went slow, working him just how she wanted, fast enough to bring him pleasure but slow enough to tease him completely.
After a few minutes, she leaned back on her knees and pulled her shirt over her head. Then she stood up, unbuttoning her pants, spinning around and bending over as she pulled them off. She gave Dean an entire look at her backside, clad only in underwear.
Then she undid her bra, letting it fall to the ground but not spinning around just yet. Gina gave him a devilish grin over her shoulder, loving what was going on, and the look on Dean’s face told her that he was loving it, too.
She hooked her thumbs in her panties, pulling them down inch by inch, making him wait for the entire view. When they were halfway down, she crossed her legs and bent down again, giving him the most perfect view of her that no one else had ever seen.
“Wow,” he muttered under his breath. She pulled down her panties and stepped out of them, leaving them on the floor. Then she dropped to the floor in front of Dean. He wrapped his arms tightly around her, pulling her close. Dean lowered himself to the floor, lying on his back with Gina on top of him. She felt the warmth radiating from him, felt his tight muscles against her skin, felt his length between her legs.
They kissed even longer, their hands running all over each other. One of his hands grabbed her breast, and at the same time he slid the other between her legs. Gina let out a loud moan as one of his fingers brushed against her clit, causing her to buck forward in pleasure. She moaned even louder when he slid two of his fingers into her, stretching her out.
Gina let him work her, bringing her pleasure she couldn’t describe. She pressed her lips down on his neck, biting, the pleasure working its way through her. She felt a wave building inside of her, an entirely different feeling from the other night, but no less amazing. Gina’s moans were loud against Dean’s skin; his fingers never stopped moving inside of her, hitting the right places perfectly.
With a gasp, Gina let her orgasm wash over her. It built and built and built, until there was nothing left but ecstasy inside of her. The feeling was perfect and she screamed out, pushing down on his fingers, feeling herself tightening around them.
When her orgasm passed, she rolled over off of Dean, both of them laying on their backs. The medical kit was lying next to her and she reached out to unzip it. She fumbled around inside blindly, and then found what she was looking for. With a triumphant grin she held it up to Dean.
Even in the dim light, he could see enough. “Are you sure?”
Gina nodded. “It’s the only one that survived the fire.”
Dean smiled.
Gina held the last condom in her hand. They were a standard issue in all of the medical kits she had had. They were supposed to be given out those in situations that needed them, but there was no one around that needed it more than they did right then.
Gina ripped open the package and pulled the condom out. She grabbed the base of Dean’s length with one hand, unsure if the condom would even fit over him as she rolled it down. It was a tight fit, but it would work.
Dean rolled over, his body warm and on top of her. He ran a finger through her hair and guided himself between her legs. She felt his tip pressing against her lips. She let out a moan, unsure if he would fit inside of her — she had never been with a man this large before.
But he went slowly, and her moans became screams of pleasure as he sank deeper into her, stretching her. Just when she thought she couldn’t take any more of him, he pushed into her deeper, filling her completely up. Then he pulled himself entirely out of her, leaving her feeling strangely hollow.
Again he pushed into her, just a bit faster than the first time, and pulled back out until only the tip of his cock was inside of her. He pushed again, faster, burying himself completely in her. He pulled out and pushed in, over and over.
They were both moaning loudly, working their bodies together in the dim light. Gina lifted her legs up, tightening around Dean’s backside, letting him hit entirely new angles. She started rocking her body, pressing against him just as he pressed against her, letting him go deeper than he ever had before.
His lips found hers and never left as they made love. Gina could feel his entire length inside of her, warming her. It was unlike anything else she had ever experienced.
They stayed like that for what seemed like forever, until she felt another orgasm approaching, faster than the first one. With every stroke, Dean’s length teased along her clit, bringing her closer and closer. She was pushing it away, trying to focus on anything else but Dean inside of her.
Then his breathing started growing ragged and his thrusts lost their rhythm and became more urgent. She could tell that he was going to cum, and soon.
“Cum for me,” she whispered between kisses. He let out a loud moan, more like an animal than a man, and thrust into her one final time. As he did so, Gina’s orgasm hit its final crescendo, and then they came together.
Gina felt herself tightening around him. She felt Dean’s cock twitching, shooting load after load into the condom. He pushed deeper and deeper; she wrapped her legs tighter and tighter, and then they collapsed together, utterly spent and covered in sweat.
Dean stayedy on top of her for a few minutes as they tried to catch their breaths.
“That was amazing,” Gina finally managed. “I’ve never felt anything like that before.”
“Me neither,” Dean whispered, and then he rolled off of her. Gina heard him fumbling with the condom, then he tossed it away. Gina turned onto her side, draping an arm and a leg across his body.
As bad as things were, they certainly felt perfect in that moment. Gina would never have imagined the sex could be that good. In fact, in the beginning she never would have imagined having sex with Dean at all. She couldn’t believe after everything had gone so badly, something had finally gone so right.
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