must've got away from the pack.' He sighed, as if the low population on this particular stretch of road was a bad thing.
'Don't think they've reached this far from the city yet.' Abi knew there would be small pockets of infected out in the sticks, but it was the major population they were more concerned about, and those huge hordes were behind them, shambling through what remained of the urban areas.
What they had discovered at the house that morning was shocking because of the rural surroundings. You expected something like that in the city, not out in suburbia where people ought to know better.
The woman that Lukas had fucked and killed had been unsullied by the virus, or he wouldn't have touched her. She had been a lot of fun, too, and put up quite a fight – which only served to make her demise more enjoyable.
But it wasn't the woman, or what they did to her, that continued to bother Abi. That she could deal with; they had done it a lot since the outbreak, and she was acclimated to it as if it was second-nature.
No, it was the creature the woman had been keeping in the cellar which plagued Abi. An old woman – they guessed it was the woman's mother, though it had been difficult to tell its age by the amount of decay and gore enveloping it – was chained down there, shackled to heating pipes. Its wrists were torn and tattered as a result of such intense struggling and chafing. On a tray, within distance of the creature, was a fine china bowl (oh, not any old tat would be good enough for this particular creature) and it had been filled with flesh and bone.
It hadn't been human flesh, though. The woman had been feeding the thing animals, creatures she had managed to capture from the garden or the surrounding woods. There were feathers scattered throughout the cellar, and tiny beaks attached to shrivelled heads. Lukas had held up the half-devoured remains of a muskrat and gagged, jokingly.
Abi couldn't believe that the woman had been trying to keep that thing alive down there, beneath the house she lived in. It was absurd. She felt they had done her something of a favour by putting her – and her pet zombie – out of their misery.
And so what? Lukas fucked the woman. He fucked a lot of women, but he didn't love them, or whisper into their ear while he did it. They were just meat to him, the same way the birds and muskrats were meat to the cellar-zombie. She didn't like to watch while he did it, though; despite knowing it was just a game, she couldn't help feeling a pang of jealousy at the sight of him working away at another girl.
Abi had had the pleasure of dispatching the cellar-thing while Lukas took care of the woman upstairs. She'd taken great joy in killing the creature. In fact, as the grotesque noises from Lukas's latest escapade drifted down the cellar steps, Abi had made the thing suffer exponentially more, though the creature didn't know the difference.
When she had finished, she'd rushed back upstairs to find Lukas climbing off the woman's motionless body, and that had been when the dog attacked, chasing them out through the back and down the trail . . .
'How about a bit of loving over here?'
Abi started. Lukas, in the seat beside her, had unzipped his jeans. His cock stood straight up, as if he'd been reminiscing about the exact same thing she had.
She smiled. 'You're insatiable.'
'I just love you so much, baby-girl.' He gestured down to his erect length, and placed his head back on the rest, aware that she wouldn't say no to him.
She wouldn't dare.
And she didn't.
He felt the warm, welcoming mouth shroud him and gasped. Closing his eyes, just for a moment, he relished the sensation of her lips around his shaft. When he opened his eyes, there was nothing he could do about the approaching car. He pulled the steering-wheel across, lost his footing on the pedals, and the braced himself for impact. The scream he was working up to never left his throat, and his cock didn't leave Abi's until they
'Don't think they've reached this far from the city yet.' Abi knew there would be small pockets of infected out in the sticks, but it was the major population they were more concerned about, and those huge hordes were behind them, shambling through what remained of the urban areas.
What they had discovered at the house that morning was shocking because of the rural surroundings. You expected something like that in the city, not out in suburbia where people ought to know better.
The woman that Lukas had fucked and killed had been unsullied by the virus, or he wouldn't have touched her. She had been a lot of fun, too, and put up quite a fight – which only served to make her demise more enjoyable.
But it wasn't the woman, or what they did to her, that continued to bother Abi. That she could deal with; they had done it a lot since the outbreak, and she was acclimated to it as if it was second-nature.
No, it was the creature the woman had been keeping in the cellar which plagued Abi. An old woman – they guessed it was the woman's mother, though it had been difficult to tell its age by the amount of decay and gore enveloping it – was chained down there, shackled to heating pipes. Its wrists were torn and tattered as a result of such intense struggling and chafing. On a tray, within distance of the creature, was a fine china bowl (oh, not any old tat would be good enough for this particular creature) and it had been filled with flesh and bone.
It hadn't been human flesh, though. The woman had been feeding the thing animals, creatures she had managed to capture from the garden or the surrounding woods. There were feathers scattered throughout the cellar, and tiny beaks attached to shrivelled heads. Lukas had held up the half-devoured remains of a muskrat and gagged, jokingly.
Abi couldn't believe that the woman had been trying to keep that thing alive down there, beneath the house she lived in. It was absurd. She felt they had done her something of a favour by putting her – and her pet zombie – out of their misery.
And so what? Lukas fucked the woman. He fucked a lot of women, but he didn't love them, or whisper into their ear while he did it. They were just meat to him, the same way the birds and muskrats were meat to the cellar-zombie. She didn't like to watch while he did it, though; despite knowing it was just a game, she couldn't help feeling a pang of jealousy at the sight of him working away at another girl.
Abi had had the pleasure of dispatching the cellar-thing while Lukas took care of the woman upstairs. She'd taken great joy in killing the creature. In fact, as the grotesque noises from Lukas's latest escapade drifted down the cellar steps, Abi had made the thing suffer exponentially more, though the creature didn't know the difference.
When she had finished, she'd rushed back upstairs to find Lukas climbing off the woman's motionless body, and that had been when the dog attacked, chasing them out through the back and down the trail . . .
'How about a bit of loving over here?'
Abi started. Lukas, in the seat beside her, had unzipped his jeans. His cock stood straight up, as if he'd been reminiscing about the exact same thing she had.
She smiled. 'You're insatiable.'
'I just love you so much, baby-girl.' He gestured down to his erect length, and placed his head back on the rest, aware that she wouldn't say no to him.
She wouldn't dare.
And she didn't.
He felt the warm, welcoming mouth shroud him and gasped. Closing his eyes, just for a moment, he relished the sensation of her lips around his shaft. When he opened his eyes, there was nothing he could do about the approaching car. He pulled the steering-wheel across, lost his footing on the pedals, and the braced himself for impact. The scream he was working up to never left his throat, and his cock didn't leave Abi's until they
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