WARNING: The following is a work of erotic fan fiction, the events of which are completely made up and did not happen, and is no true reflection of the celebrities, people, places, conventions, events etc depicted within. This material is unsuitable to be viewed by those under the legal age limit of viewing pornographic material in your current country of residence.
Featuring: Hayley Williams (lead singer of Paramore)
The Paramore at The End of the World
A celebrity erotic story, based on a challenge/idea for LazyNinjas around the theme of "The Apocalypse/The End of the World".
By DaxG2001
Codes: MF, Cons, Oral.
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It had been a few weeks, maybe closer to a month since the "End of the World" hit. It was both like how it was always shown in the movies, and nothing like it. Some sort of rapidly spreading virus, turning normal people into mindless zombies, bringing death and carnage to nearly every street corner. Power lines went down, TV and radio stations turned to static, and no doubt most horrifying for some in this modern era the Internet, when even accessible, turned up nothing but failure to find errors and long not updated pages.
When it hit, Malcolm did what he had been told all the time in survival and crisis training. He rushed to block off the doors of his apartment, hauled the blinds down, loaded up his gun and any makeshift weapons, and killed the lights. Cowardly? Perhaps, but it worked. Helped by the screams of terror and death around in the air he stayed awake for the first night and into the next day, the screams and groans dying down as no doubt the number of living went the same way. Carefully making sure to keep noise to a minimum and rationing the food the head in his place along with water, the days eventually reached a week.
Haunting silence was around what was his neighborhood of New York City, and finally the muscularly built, short haired man made the move to venture out of his apartment. Small steps in his mind to survey the carnage of first his floor of the building, investigating room by room of the ones currently open. To his surprise, there were not as many bodies around as he first expected but instead the odd, off putting smell of death by whatever the virus was, and human bones laying in clothing. Flesh consuming and demanding disease? Those caught up in it surely stood no chance.
After collecting supplies, food, clothing, and extra weaponry and ammo from the now dead (could he still hope to find any survivors out somewhere?) he planned out a route to head further into the city to find invaluable supplies. Power, fuel, heat sources, and the means to hopefully plant and grow food supplies as well as collect water. He couldn't risk drinking from taps, and tinned food would only last for so long even if he found plenty more as he'd been able to from the other apartments.
Over the next couple of weeks he'd ventured out on lengthy treks, creating one new "Safe House" after another as he navigated empty homes, streets full of abandoned cars, and the odd wild, hungry animal that required putting down. He'd made sure to locate his training center, his now former place of employment, to pick up hunting supplies including bows and arrows. His supply was good for the moment, and if he could reach the places he was planning to he'd be able to create some more as well as get equipment he needed. Finding a good, high spot in one of the New York City central buildings and getting the stuff up there would be a far different story.
And yet, all that careful planning and ideas to survive after the "End of the World" went right out the window when he spotted her.
He'd heard the growl of wild, ravenous animals before. Usually he'd wisely avoid them, let them chase down the pray of a more defenseless creature and while they feasted, he'd go on his way. But this pack of four snarling dogs wasn't surrounding any poor beast on the top of a van. It was a woman. The first actual living human female he'd seen since "The End of the World" and instinctively he rushed to help, caring not for the danger he was putting himself in as he drew his bow and readied an arrow in it.
One of the dogs, perhaps the pack leader, turned its attention to Malcolm and readied for a pounce, charging towards the human. With an experienced, steady aim boosted by the Adrenalin of finally finding a fellow survivor, it was something once again like out of a doomsday movie. A single well placed shot sent the arrow straight through the wild dog's head, sending it collapsing dead to the ground. The rest of the pack quickly fled from the scene.
"Are you OK??" Malcolm called out, rushing to the van as he put his weapons away. The question was answered when the woman, stepping down from the makeshift safety, jumped onto him with the tightest, most grateful hug she'd ever give.
"I... I thought I was dead!!" She cried into his shoulder as she held him tight. Caught up the emotions himself, he hugged her back. "I... I thought I was the only one left..." She added in a whisper, pulling back to look up at him with pure appreciation.
He instantly recognised her. Hayley Williams. The lead singer of the pop-rock group Paramore and perhaps the sexiest woman in rock and roll. Even in her current state with her usually bright dyed red hair now looking messy and faded in colour, and her clothing unsurprisingly matching the mess the world is in with her baggy jeans dirty and torn at the bottom by her sneakers, and her not completely fitting shirt and jacket appearing the same way. By the looks of it, she'd been scavenging clothing to wear and all things considered, no one would blame her for doing that.
"Yeah... I was worried I was the only sorry bastard alive myself..." Malcolm replied, drawing a short appreciative laugh from her. "I'm Malcolm, and, this probably isn't the best place to say this, but I'm a big fan of Paramore Hayley."
"You can have all the fucking autographs you want!" She quickly said, making them both laugh before she hugged him again tightly. "Thank you... You saved me..."
"No problem. I'm so... So happy to finally find someone..." He said as the two broke off the hug. "I've been heading further into New York to get supplies, stuff like that... With the hope to maybe find someone else out here as well."
"I'm damn glad you did!" Williams said, taking a moment to look around the street of abandoned cars and random trash on the sidewalk. "I've been hiding in one apartment building to the next, one shop to the next, living off nothing but cold tinned food and any other stuff I could find! Lost count on how many times I've ditched clothes..." She comments, motioning down to herself.
"Smart moves if you ask me. Right out of one of the handbooks at training..." He says, drawing a look of interest from her. "Survivalist training. It was at least my job until, you know..."
"Yeah... I know. I was a singer in a band until... They..." She trailed off, looking down to the ground and saying more about their fate than words ever could.
"Listen, Hayley, I know we just met, but I have a Safe House a few blocks down from here we can go to. Rest up, eat, stuff like that. Then we can..."