by Sean Platt
The guy was the only one Boricio could see, though he couldn’t get a clear view with the rifle aimed right between his eyes. “Who are you?” the man shouted. The way his forehead was beaded and neck veins twitching, there was no way he’d ever pulled the trigger on a beating heart before.
Boricio raised his hands slowly.
“Sorry, Sir,” he said, teeth still chattering. “I’ve been walking for days. You’re the first person I seen in I don’t even know how long.” Boricio scrunched his face, then said, “Since the second week of January, I guess, when Billy stopped breathing on account of it being so cold.”
Boricio’s hands went higher in the air. “I don’t mean no trouble at all, Sir. I know there ain’t nothing more important than staying safe. And I don’t mean to intrude. It’s just that, well, I saw the fire and thought maybe you’d spare some help for a fellow survivor. I don’t need much, maybe just a can of meat if you have it. Anything to take away the burn in my belly. Again, I don’t need much,” Boricio shook his head, even managed to force a rumble from his stomach. “I was hunting my own food, but then I ran out of bullets and now I’ve lost both my gun and my knife. I’ve got nothing, not even a jacket.” Boricio shivered.
Would-be Rambo said, “How’d you ‘lose’ your weapons?”
“Didn’t lose them so much as had them taken by the guy who killed my friend, Frank. It was just the both of us after Billy passed. We lasted about a month, up until last week when this guy, called himself Boricio, came from nowhere. Killed Frank like it was nothing. Never saw no one move like that. He told me I could live since I looked too pathetic to die. Then he took my gun and knife and left me for dead. That was two days ago, and I can’t see my way. Been wandering in circles since.” Boricio gave a hopeful smile. “Maybe you could see to help me with a way out of the woods along with that can of meat?” He lowered his hands, then held one out for the man with the gun. “My name is Tom, by the way, Tom Westin.”
The gun was still between Boricio’s eyes, but the asshole’s hand was already getting heavy. “Jenna, I got my gun on him. I’m gonna need you to make sure he’s clean.”
Boricio shook his head and laughed. “I’m afraid I’m far from clean, been a long stretch since I felt a hot shower. I’m sure I’m ripe and sorry all over the place for that, but you’re welcome to get as close as you need, to make sure I’m safe.”
Jenna, the brunette, appeared from behind the doorway. She looked good behind the binoculars, but goddammit if she didn’t look a heaping helping of tasty pussy salad standing just a few feet away.
Jenna frisked him up and down; Boricio apologized for his smell, which she said was nothing at all and that he smelled a whole lot better than she would if she hadn’t cleaned herself in that long. There was a chirpy laugh from behind the door, followed by a “That’s the truth!”
The rifle slowly fell from between Boricio’s eyes until it was pointed at the hardwood floor. Its handler said, “I’m Jesse,” then held his hand out for Boricio. “It’s good to meet you, Tom.” He opened the door wider to the sandy blonde standing on the other side. “This is Tanya.”
“Nice to meet you,” Tanya said.
Boricio smiled. “Thanks so much. It’s good to finally see someone else. I worked construction before all this. I’m used to good folks, great conversation, and constant noise. The quiet’s been killing me.”
“Well come on in,” Jesse said. “We’ll get you cleaned up, and fill your belly with a lot more than a can of meat.”
Too fucking easy.
Boricio was careful to keep the saunter from his step, entering the oversized living room with shoulders hunched, which was how he’d stay until it was time to make the layup. It was a bad time to be stupid, people being an endangered species and all.
“I’m glad you’re hungry,” Jenna said. “It’s my turn to cook, and I make amazing pasta.”
“That’s all you make,” Tanya said.
Jenna led Boricio upstairs and to a bathroom where he could clean up, then showed him to a room where he was welcome to stay “at least for the night.” There was a closet of clean men’s clothes about Boricio’s size. Jenna told him to help himself, then headed back downstairs. He was upstairs for a while, trying to glean as much information as he could, which amounted to approximately dick. But he figured he’d have plenty of time to dig later after the fuckforall. Once clean, Boricio went downstairs where Jenna led him to the kitchen table, sat him down, and started fattening him up immediately.
The bitch wasn’t kidding; her pasta was a fat plate of fuck-yeah. He could’ve made better, though maybe not anymore considering ingredients were scarce. It wasn’t like fresh tomatoes or cream were falling from the sky. Considering it was winter at the end of the world, the sauce was damn fantastic, but Boricio wished she hadn’t used whatever 21 Season Salute had shit the sauce, since he tasted a touch of anise, and it clearly wasn’t right for the dish. He was considering asking where the taste of anise was coming from, but Boricio figured it wasn’t the sort of thing a guy like “Tom Westin” would wonder.
“This is the best thing I’ve had since my grandparent’s 50th wedding anniversary last August. I really can’t thank you enough,” Boricio said, gobbling pasta and thinking of a half dozen or so ways he could show his appreciation, though there wasn’t really much variety. Everything he thought of had some sort of sticky ending.
Then again, Boricio could always use more able bodied men on Team Boricio. But Jesse didn’t seem like much of a hunter given his shitastic instincts to let some rogue like Tom Westin in the front door, so Boricio would have to end his days here. Plus, Boricio had had enough disappointment with his team making piss-poor decisions lately. No more minor leaguers on Team Boricio!
Fortunately for Boricio’s mood, Jenna didn’t seem too cautious at all. She wanted what Tom Westin had in his pants, and Boricio could smell it. He could’ve had her, even before his shower, but Boricio knew she’d be much tastier later, after Jesse was out of the way.
“How long have you been here?” Boricio asked between mouthfuls.
“Since the beginning,” Jesse said. “Third week of October.”
“Did you all know each other before then?”
Jesse shook his head. “No. We met at a community center, about 20 miles north of here. We waited a day. Then, when it was just us, we figured we should find a place to stay. Tanya knew about this place, and sure enough it was empty. We loaded the place with as many supplies as we could find, including 1,000 or so boxes of Barillo for Jenna. We stay mostly inside, though we’ve gone out looking every Saturday to see if there’s anything out there worth seeing.”
“You seen any of them monsters?” Boricio wondered if the version of the afraid face he was wearing looked as funny as he imagined it might.
“A couple of times when we were patrolling, but we stayed in the car and they’ve never come near. And they’ve stayed away from here entirely, least as far as I know.”
How about that, they’re living all Gilligan’s Island in the middle of the woods. Well, it’s time to rewrite the scene – get rid of the Professor so I can make a sweet tasting sandwich with Ginger and Mary Ann.
Boricio only pretended to get excited about the after dinner game of Monopoly, but then found himself genuinely enjoying it, the way Jenna kept flashing her smile, hinting she had something under the table, getting slick just for him, not to mention he ended up with Park Place on his second trip around the board, then Boardwalk just two times after that.
Sometime around midnight, Tanya said she was tired and urged Jenna to follow her. Boricio said he was tuckered, too, but would like to spend a few more minutes getting to know Jesse. The two girls disappeared upstairs, Jenna winking at Boricio on the way out. Once the guys were alone, Boricio took advantage of the twitch he’d noticed on Jesse all afternoon. Dude was a smoker, but the ladies probably didn’t like it in the house, and his pussy lips were just fat enough to make him listen to every fuck
ing word they said.
“Hey, man,” Boricio said, “you wouldn’t happen to have any smokes in this place, would ya? I ran out a while back, and have been jonesin’ all day.”
Jesse smiled. “Sure thing, happy you asked.” He led Boricio outside, then handed him a pack of Marlboro Reds as soon as they were on the other side of the door. “Keep the pack,” he said. “I have more than you’d believe.” He laughed, lighting his cigarette, then holding the flame for Boricio.
The air was frigid, but not freezing. Boricio liked it. He took a long drag, then blew a large cloud into the wintry air. They talked about a bunch of bullshit that made Boricio wanna punch stuff for nearly 15 minutes. Finally, after two cigarettes each, things started getting good. “So, you fuck either one of them yet?” Boricio said.
Jesse’s mouth was open a while, maybe half a minute before he said, “No. That’s not the sort of relationship we have.”
“That’s not the sort of relationship we have,” Boricio said in a perfect mockery of Tom immolating Jesse. Then he went ahead and dropped Tom altogether so Boricio could come out to play. “The fuck sort of man lives with two fine ass pieces of pink pussy like that and don’t do nothing about it? I was staring at Jenna all through dinner, wondering how her little eraser nipples were gonna taste as I pulled ‘em in my teeth. You’ve had a half year to find out, and probably haven’t done shit but fill every sock in your drawer. It’s a crying fucking shame,” Boricio took another long drag, then smiled at Jesse’s whatthefuck expression, and waited. Jesse kept right on saying nothing, so Boricio said, “You know I’m fucking with you, right?”
Jesse broke into a nervous laughter. But Boricio never joined him so when the laughter died, Jesse was left trembling. Boricio stood between Jesse, and the doorway, blocking his way back into the house.
“So, which one of them pussies you think would taste better?” Boricio asked, friendly as could be. “My money’s on Jenna, but you never know. Them quiet bitches are hellcats in bed half the time.” He laughed, then added, “Ask me how I know.”
Boricio slapped Jesse on the shoulder. “You’ve gotta stop being a bitch, Jesse. It’s as simple as that. You keep being a bitch and the only thing you’ll ever get to glazing is your first and oldest girlfriend, Rosy Palms. Haven’t you noticed – it’s the end of the world? Bitches have dropped their standards, man. You don’t need a lobster dinner when you can fill the pantry with Capt’n Crunch. Now,” Boricio whispered in Jesse’s ear, “I’m going upstairs to fuck Jenna. I’ll let you know how it is. I suggest you go for Tanya. She’s mousy, but I guaran-fucking-tee she knows how to squeak.”
Boricio reared his head back and squeaked loudly, “Squeeeeaak, Squeeeeaak!”
Jesse said nothing, staring at Boricio as if he’d just shit in the punch bowl.
“You don’t want her?” Boricio asked, “I understand. No reason I can’t have both. I’m just trying to be a gentleman.”
Boricio turned toward the door, thinking he might actually let Jesse live if the dude had fun and played ball. Boricio’s hand was on the doorknob when Jesse’s sack got fuller, finally giving Boricio an excuse to make shit a whole lot more fun.
Jesse said, “I can’t let you do that.”
Boricio laughed. “Let me? I’m sorry; I wasn’t aware I’d asked. Boricio don’t wait for anyone to let him do shit.”
Boricio punched Jesse in his throat, murdering speech, then swept his feet out from under him. Jesse fell hard to the snowy ground, the back of his head whiplashing into the stone walkway but not hard enough to knock him out. That meant more time for Boricio with his new plaything. Boricio crushed the heel of his boot into Jesse’s gut, hard. That left Jesse twitching like an epileptic. Boricio strolled to the bricked-in grill, full saunter, and pulled a large fork from a magnetic strip on the side. He sidled back to Jesse, then made a fountain of blood with a set of holes in his neck.
Jesse tried to scream, but Boricio shoved the man’s own fingers in his mouth until he was gagging, vomit trickling through the gaps. Next, he stabbed the fork into the pansy’s other wrist and arm in four locations, effectively crippling the fucker so he couldn’t hit Boricio with his free arm.
Jesse’s eyes went wide and white, as he desperately struggled to break free. Boricio brought the fork down again and again, stabbing the man in each eye. The pain was so intense, Jesse bit down hard on his fingers, and kicked with his knees and legs, trying to get Boricio off of him. Boricio dropped the fork and pinched the man’s nose, cutting off his last source of air, until he stopped moving.
Boricio was sporting a helluva throbber, and figured he’d take care of that before dealing with Jesse’s body, so he charged back inside and took the stairs, two at a time. Tanya’s room was on the right so he went there first. Jenna was a sure thing, but Boricio wasn’t sure about Tanya. He’d love nothing more than to bring the full set back to the compound, but if she was a fighter, he’d settle for one.
Boricio opened the door to a thundering snore. Tanya was buried beneath the covers, rising and falling in time with her snoring. He closed the door then crossed the hall, passing the stairs on his way to Jenna’s room.
There was a slight squeak as the door swung open, but it was dead silent inside. No snoring, no drawn breathing. Only the stillness of nothing. Boricio crept closer to the bed as his eyes adjusted to the dark.
Just as Jenna’s shape started to form, she said, “I’ve been waiting for you. What took you so long?” Her voice was breathy and Boricio’s hairy hot dog was begging to get buried in a bun. He slipped into bed and shoved his mouth on hers.
Jenna kissed Boricio hard and spun herself on top of his body. She was hot and wet, Boricio could feel it and smell it. He closed his eyes and waited. She could do whatever she wanted. Girls who had waited a long time were always extra juicy, and they knew exactly what they wanted to do.
Boricio leaned back and closed his eyes, ready for Jenna’s opening act. That’s when he felt the blade at his throat.
“Who the fuck are you?” Jenna said.
Well, FUCK me.
Boricio edged back against the headboard as Jenna nudged the knife deeper in his flesh. He felt a trickle of blood drizzle down to his collarbone, and registered a rare moment of fear.
“Who the fuck are you?” she repeated.
Boricio tried to speak, but he had to swallow, which made his Adam’s Apple nick the knife. Jenna pulled it a centimeter back and said, “Last chance. Who. The fuck. Are you?”
Boricio had no idea what Jenna had heard, and the throb in his cock was shooting through his body and making it impossible to think clear. He said, “Name’s Boricio.”
“What do you want?”
“Nothing you don’t wanna give me, sweetie.” He smiled. Jenna made him pay with a gash across his neck. Boricio didn’t cry out, though he wanted to, figuring the cut wasn’t that deep since he wasn’t gushing from the new seam.
“I know what happened,” Boricio said. “In October. I know why things went crazy. And I’ll tell you everything. But it’s hard to think with that shit at my throat. So, do you mind?”
Jenna moved the blade back an inch, keeping it trained on Boricio’s jugular. “Spill it,” she said.
An inch was enough for Boricio. His hand flew to her throat. Jenna dropped the knife to grab for breath, fingers at her throat as Boricio’s brought the fallen blade to the side of her face.
“Well, how about that,” he said mockingly.
Jenna was dangerous, no doubt, so Boricio sank the knife into her belly while slapping his other hand over her mouth to muffle her cry. He watched her bleed, pissed that he’d barely enjoyed the kill, and still had a rager to satisfy.
He’d take care of that in a minute, hopefully in between Tanya’s titties. Soon as Jenna’s heart stopped, Boricio went down the hallway to Tanya’s room, cock throbbing with every step. He opened the door to an empty room, no snores coming from the vacant bed.
Fuck! Are these bitches p
sychic or something?
Boricio stormed from the room and searched the house in a hard-on rage, but didn’t find dick.
Where the FUCK did she go?
His cock couldn’t wait.
He went back into Jenna’s room, spread her legs, and slipped his cock inside her. She was still warm, and wet. He pumped, staring into her dead eyes, still filled with her final gaze of fear.
Seconds later, he exploded inside her, spilling every ounce of his seed.
“Oh fuck, yeah,” he sighed, collapsing on top of Jenna’s body, embracing her, not at all caring about the blood. He’d wash that off later.
“Why’d you have to go and do that, baby?” he whispered to her in the dark, caressing her face. “Hot as hell and deadly, what a combination. We coulda been something. We coulda been unstoppable.”
He decided to sleep with his arm around Jenna’s corpse, hoping that Tanya would be crazy enough to come back and try to fuck with him. Just thinking about it made him hard again. He fell asleep happy, a thick on his dick and a smile on his face.
Thirty-Eight
Charlie Wilkens
Charlie woke to the sound of fire crackling, warmth bleeding across his blanketed body. He was wearing sweats and a shirt which he didn’t recognize. The scratches on his arms had been cleaned, and scarred over. A roaring fireplace greeted his eyes as he rubbed the sleep from them. He was in a dark living room, in what appeared to be a cabin. Across from him lay Adam, his eyes barely open, until he noticed that Charlie was awake.
Adam sat up, a huge smile on his face, like a kid waking up to Christmas presents, “You’re awake!”