Zed Days (Book 3): Zed Days III Read online

  I did as I was told and then I felt her fumble with her own jeans, lifting one leg then the other before taking them off completely. I still had my eye’s closed and the ongoing dark was starting to change my perceptions, but in a good way. She’d never blindfolded me for any length of time before and I was enjoying it. After slipping my top off she made herself comfortable on me again before leaning forwards until her lips were almost touching mine. I could feel her lovely, warm, soft breasts resting on my chest and they moved as she did, making me shiver.

  I could feel her breath even though she barely whispered, ‘That’s better, now I don’t mind being hot. I’m getting weaker, so it won’t be long now. I want your eager mouth sucking my hard nipples and you have no idea how much I want to feel you inside me. I want to feel your hands around my waist then feeling the shape of my lovely round bum, digging your fingers into my soft flesh. Then I want them pushing my big tits together so you can suck both of my nipples at once. I want to you to suck me harder than you ever have before.’

  ‘I can’t wait, so I’m not going to tease you anymore, but I can sense being in the dark for so long is making things different for you. I’m quite enjoying the effect its having on you, a kind of uncertainty, almost a desperation, so I’m going to tie my top over your eye’s before I let you free, is that ok?’

  I was passed myself by that stage and I had no words. I just nodded. When Eve had tied the tee-shirt she said, ‘I know you’re desperate, and so am I, but let’s start slowly shall we. Feel my bum, squeeze my breasts, and kiss and lick and suck them, but keep it gentle at first and don’t rush. But first kiss me, and don’t stop until I say so.’

  I felt her mouth on mine, then her tongue, and although I wanted to grab her bum I controlled myself. I slid my hands up her legs then around her waist before sliding them inside her pants and easing them down. We both manoeuvred our pants off and while we were kissing she slid back on me and held me, skilfully moving her hand up and down me. Then, before I’d even had the chance to lose myself in her breasts, she slid off me until she was knelt in the foot-well and she greedily took me in her mouth.

  I desperately wanted to watch her and she knew it, but after her initial hunger had been sated she said, ‘I know you love to see my red lips against you, my tongue lick you, but being blind is supposed to heighten the other senses, so don’t fight it, embrace it.’

  The next few minutes were unlike any experience we’d previously shared. It seemed like she focussed on the feeling as much as I did and I imagined her eyes were closed too. It was like not having me watch her meant she could do what felt was best for her, rather than what she felt I would enjoy seeing. That made it good for me too, knowing and hearing how much she was enjoying herself. The intensity of those few minutes, her hand, her mouth and lips, brought me up unexpectedly quickly and she knew what was happening. She whispered, ‘Just let it happen, I’m with you, I want it.’

  I felt her change position and I could feel from the way she moved that she was touching herself as well. I did as she said and I didn’t fight it. She stopped twice to moan and take a deep breath before carrying on. I was amazed, but I knew she was with me. The intensity and speed of her movements increased and she came before I did. Usually she was loud, but the sound that came from her was quiet, but at the same time low and deep like the growl of beast let loose after a millennia of captivity; I knew it had been especially good for her even though she had done it herself. Although I was close and she knew it, and it wouldn’t have taken much at all, she quickly straddled me again, ‘I want you now.’

  I was so close it was almost immediate and she ripped the tee-shirt off my head and started into my eyes as intensely as she had ever done while she kissed me, still moaning between breaths. I thought I was going to scream but instead I had no breath at all. I gasped for air as if my life depended on those few breaths and I pulled her against me as hard as I could. I realised my eyes were closed again and for a time it felt like the world had changed and I was unsure about opening them. I felt more vulnerable than I had ever felt and I had no idea what to do next, as if whatever I did or said would somehow break the spell.

  Eve’s face was next to mine, her breath in my ear, ‘It’s ok, I feel the same, and I’m with you, now more than ever.’

  In the next hot breath she said, ‘So that’s what life changing sex is like, and I thought we were doing pretty well before. Now open your mouth and your eyes, it’s time to come back.’

  I felt her kneel up and put a hot hard nipple I my mouth. I opened my eyes and kissed it. It took a minute of kissing and sucking before I was ready to look at her, and I pulled her down to sit on me again. Meeting her eye’s I said, ‘That was fucking amazing.’

  Looking back at me she replied, ‘Yes it fucking was.’

  Chapter Fifteen – Sleeping with the Enemy

  By the time we had cleaned ourselves up and got dressed, the fire had gone from a blaze to a smoulder and the column of smoke was thinner and grey. I was surprised at the heat coming from the building as we got out of the car to dress. Eve looked over at the dead Beefcake and said, ‘We should probably check for keys. There aren’t that many Mercs around here that aren’t trucks, so the ones you have will probably be useful, but two battering rams is still better than one.’

  I smiled and walked over to the Beefcake. I had to crawl when I got close because of the heat, and it was nasty feeling around in his pockets when he was a mix of burnt and rendered. I didn’t find any keys. I stood up, shrugged my shoulders, and walked back over to Eve. I leant in to hug her and kiss her neck, ‘That was fucking amazing but I barely got to kiss your lovely boobs. I know I’m young and probably on the horny end of the spectrum, even for my age, but I can’t believe I want you again already. Just so you know, I’m not done with your boobs for the day.’

  Eve grabbed my bum and squeezed, ‘I have unfinished business myself, but right now we need a plan that doesn’t involve kissing and sucking.’

  Her neck was lovely and her skin was warm from the heat of the fire so I held her against me feeling the shape of her as I spoke, ‘Ok. We need to clear the garage and surrounding buildings first, then we need to see about getting into the base, the fence is pretty serious.’

  I became aroused again and put one hand on the side of her face bringing her in to kiss me before saying, ‘What the fuck have you done to me. This is going to be a really hard day in more ways one, but I still need to concentrate so we don’t die. I think I need to kill a few Zeds to bring me back down. The garage building is small, so let’s go in on foot. I think we should use a truck, if the keys we have can get one moving, to invite ourselves into the bigger buildings.’

  Eve kissed me before extricating herself from my grasp, ‘It’s like having a teenager whose just been given their first access to tits around, but you’re not the only one feeling it. But yes, this is still an apocalypse and we still have to survive until later, so let’s get on with it. I could do with something to kill to bring me down too.’

  Eve turned to walk towards the garage and as she turned I slapped her on the arse, ‘You’re already killing it baby.’

  Exaggerating the sway of her hips as she walked off she said, ‘Yes I know, now unless you want me to find a bucket of cold water, get a grip and join me.’

  The garage building was little more than two porta-cabins joined together. As we approached we could see a couple of Zeds stood around at the back of the garage. I said, ‘We know from what the Hybrid said that some Zeds will stay as nothing more than dumbass shamblers. From the look of these guys, who aren’t hiding, but also haven’t come to investigate, there is a spectrum with the shamblers as well, and these guys are pushing the boundaries.’

  Eve giggled, ‘Perhaps, but they still want to kill us so let’s not get complacent.’

  Eve opened the door and bowed prosaically to let me go first. I nodded and marched through, ‘Don’t mind if I do.’

  Eve came in behind me and th
e two Zeds were only fifteen feet away at the other end of what might be stretching the definition to call a shop. It seemed truckers’ needs were largely predictable and cleanliness and choice weren’t amongst them. I stopped and looked at the Zeds and put my hand up to stop Eve, ‘Somethings not right.’

  Eve stopped silently behind me then stepped beside me with her weapon up as one of the shamblers walked forwards, hands up and groaning. I was about to step forwards when my Zed sense went off like an industrial grade fire alarm. Before I could say anything the Zed who had stayed still croaked, ‘Wait… Don’t.’

  We both froze and held our breath, but the first Zed carried on towards us and we only had a few seconds. The Zed croaked again, ‘Don’t…Kill.’

  Eve was the first to react. She stepped forwards and landed a brutal but not life threatening front kick in the Zeds stomach and it bent double. Then she stepped forwards and brought her elbow down in the centre of the Zeds back collapsing it on the floor before placing her heel in the middle of its back and leaning most of her weight through it. The Zed groaned and flailed, but it wasn’t going anywhere. The move reminded me of Esme and I felt a pang of guilt from leaving her alone, or at least leaving her behind.

  I looked back at the Talker who took a step forwards and raised its arms before obviously stopping itself and saying, ‘Hard…to…control. Tie us.’

  I looked at Eve who drew her gun and pointed it at the Talker. Looking at the Talker she said, ‘Control or die.’ Then she nodded her head towards the door, ‘Go. One way or another, I’ll be fine.’

  I ran for the door to get rope from Lulu but my brain was going much faster than my legs. Esme was right, they could take back control of themselves. If that was true, she was also right that that could be more powerful than a tank. I got thin rope from Lulu and ran back to the shop. The Talker was shaking, I imagined with the effort of exercising control, but it managed to turn around as I approached. I bound the Talkers hands then tied the left over rope to the counter. Then I hog-tied the Zed on the floor before standing up and looking at Eve.

  Eve just shrugged her shoulders, ‘You’re the brains remember.’

  I turned to look at the Talker who was struggling not to struggle. Before I could think of what to say the Talker, who was a skinny man who must have been in his thirties said, ‘Help us.’ Then he deliberately looked at the Zed on the floor who was fatter and probably a little older, ‘Brother.’

  I didn’t know what to do, but I knew we needed to help the Talker, because he could help us. My problem that was his brother was a shambler and always would be, and I didn’t know if the Talker knew that. Keeping a shambler around was an unnecessary liability. Although we would definitely have to take them back home, and our trip was already a success, I still wanted to investigate the base. If the Talker could continue to exercise some control I knew he could really help us. The Talker was a prize, but to take home a Talker and an armed vehicle with a machine gun, or a butt load of long life rations, or something, would be awesome.

  I looked around the shop and there was what looked like a storage room behind the till. I walked up to the talker, ‘What’s your name?’

  The Talker swallowed hard, ‘Ted.’

  I looked at the door behind the counter, ‘We need to keep your brother safe. We’ll help you, but we need you to help us as well.’

  Ted opened his mouth to reply then his expression changed to one all too familiar and he said, ‘You will die, we will kill you.’

  I smiled at the Zed and said, ‘Blah blah blah, I’ve heard it all before. Do you have any idea how many of you we’ve killed, hundreds, thousands even. You’re losing this battle and you know it, you’re losing to Ted and Ted’s going to help us kill thousands more of you, and he’s not the only one. We have another Talker back home who’s also starting to get control back. You’ll meet her soon. So why don’t you just sod off and admit to the inevitable, Ted’s winning, and even when he’s taking a rest you’re nothing more than a loan Zed that can’t hurt us.’

  The Zed smiled and as it did my Zed sense went mad. It said ‘No’, then Ted’s expression briefly returned and he said, ‘They’re coming.’

  I looked at him and tried to look confident and reassuring, ‘It’s ok Ted I know. Don’t worry, we’ve done this before and we’re not dying today. We’re going to help you, but any help you can offer on the way would be good.’

  Ted’s expression changed again and it was freaky talking to two different people in the same body and constantly switching between them. The Zed said, ‘No, die.’

  I turned to Eve, ‘I think we’re going to have some company soon. Without line of sight the Talker can’t do more than rile the bastards up and draw them to him. They still have to get across the airfield and over the fence, so we have a few minutes. I have no idea how many, but if he empties the base it could be hundreds.’

  Eve looked at me expectantly and my hopes she would have some sort of inspiration about what to do faded as quickly as they had come. I engaged autopilot, ‘We need to keep Ted and his brother safe.’

  Eve raised one eyebrow in a universal expression of ‘Really!’

  I raised both my eyebrows and raised the stakes with an eye roll, ‘Ted is obviously really close to his brother and somehow he’s kept him with him this whole time. If we let his brother die, I think he’ll lose his purpose and the strength to carry on fighting. If we lose his brother, we lose Ted, so let’s blindfold Ted and shove them both in the back of Lulu. Rammed in the foot-wells so they can’t cause mischief is fine.’

  After blindfolding Ted and ramming some car rags into his brothers mouth to stop him biting; he was quite enthusiastic, we manhandled Ted and his brother into Lulu. On the way I outlined the plan, ‘We need to know how many are coming before we can decide anything. You take the Merc keys, find out which rig they fit, and see if you can get it started. I’ll take Lulu down the road towards the base, climb onto the roof, and use the binoculars to see what we’re up against. We’ll meet back here in a few minutes. If there were any Zeds in the immediate area they would have answered the Talkers call by now, so we know that at least, but still be careful.’

  Eve grabbed me and kissed me as I handed her the Merc keys, ‘You too.’

  The innocuous road, to an innocuous five bar metal gate, that led to a badly maintained lane, that appeared to run around at least part of the perimeter of the base, was only half a mile from the garage. The fence around the base consisted of six foot sections of concrete wall that I suspected were reinforced with metal rods. I remembered helping my parents destroy and skip a much lower concrete wall at the back of their garden that dated from the 60’s. It was nothing less than a fucking nightmare and my arm ached for days afterwards. The concrete cracked easily enough but the bloody rods held all the fragments together and even small sections weighed a ton. We had to use a hacksaw to separate the sections and pay for the skip for two more days than planned, but I digress.

  On top of the concrete wall were flat metal rods that stuck out at an angle towards the lane holding three lines and nasty looking barbed wire. Climbing over the fence from the outside would be really difficult. I remembered the Zeds that swarmed our first bases fence, and I knew that with the Zeds frenzied by the Talker, it wouldn’t take them long to pileup and get over.

  I clambered on top of Lulu and felt the Talker send out another surge. I could just about see over the fence and I almost didn’t want to put the binoculars to my eyes. The airfield and runway was between us and the various buildings I could see about half a mile in the distance. Further back, and towards the top of the runway, I could see what I was sure were aircraft hangars. There were three planes stood on the main runway. They were all pointed in different directions and there was a mass of dead Zeds scattered around them. The planes cockpits were open and abandoned.

  I looked closely to try and pick out possible pilots and co-pilots amongst the dead, but I couldn’t. My gut wrenched at the thought of what mu
st have happened. The planes must have landed after the invasion and the pilots must have realised they shouldn’t get out of the cockpits. I could imagine the swarm approaching them, shambling in those days, and the pilots eventually working out that they had to fight. I don’t know how much ammo their guns had, but it wasn’t enough. Even with thousands of rounds, getting headshots from a fixed gun on a plane would be entirely luck not judgement. I imagined the big calibre rounds probably cut the Zeds to pieces as much as killed them, but they were mounted too high to be effective when they got close.

  Eventually, both their fuel and ammo must have run out, and they will have got hungry and thirsty. I can imagine the feeling of jumping down from the plane into a swarm of hungry Zeds without a decent weapon, and the terror of what would quickly have followed. Imagining the scene only took a few seconds but I felt my throat constrict and I struggled to swallow none the less.

  There was also a huge swarm of live Zeds running across the airfield. Several sprinters were already well ahead of the pack and the mark two could probably get over the fence by themselves, with only minimal or no damage. I would have liked to see, or rather hear, the Beefcakes that were also emerging from the pack splatter against the unforgiving wall, but there was no time. The Sprinters were scary as hell and when they saw me they changed course to converge on me.

  I vaulted off Lulu and drove back towards the garage, my passengers squirming around and complaining, but unable to extricate themselves from where we had bundled them. Eve had been nothing short of brutal in stuffing them into the foot wells and had even covered them in a blanket and put our spare fuel and water on top of them.