Day Five:
I watched Emily from behind as we wandered the fields in the late afternoon. We'd left the woods behind us about five miles after we'd left the farm house and we were now walking along in open fields full of wheat that had never been harvested. It was pretty good cover from the road which was only about a hundred yards to our left.
Emily wore a red and white checked shirt that was too big for her, the sleeves rolled up to her elbows and the tails tucked in. Still, as ever with men's shirts over the female form, the end result was pretty enticing all the same.
The baggy jeans were also too big for her and she had had to buckle a big old leather belt around her waist to hold them in place and turn up the legs three times. The cinched in waist pulled them up tight against her ass though and the view was very nice from where I was.
I wanted to throw her down amongst the wheat and fuck that ass right now, but I knew the noise and the obvious shaking of the wheat stalks would be a dead give away to anyone near by, so I held off my desire.
We had slaked our lusts in the morning anyway.
I had woken up with a tremendous boner, maintained its state with a gulped down Viagra tablet and then looked over at the object of my hard on.
Emily was right there, half draped over me and snoring softly into the crook of my neck. I gently eased away from her and she rolled onto her back, then I threw the duvet off us and feasted my eyes on her ripe young body.
She was naked and her legs were already half spread, so I immediately got down between them, eased them further apart and started to lick at her pussy.
As I licked, I watched her vulva swell and the hot pink lips spread to expose her inner folds and clitoris. She moaned and then let out a long undulating groan and smiled sleepily. I buried my tongue in her snatch and went to town.
She woke up right away and I tongue lashed her to a quick and vocal climax, switching halfway through to her clit and giving it a good working over. Once she was panting and stroking at my lanky brown hair, I reared up and lay between her spread thighs and drove my solid hard on into her hot, swolloen pussy. She arched and let out a kind of breathy gasp of shock at being filled so suddenly and deeply.
But I didn't give her a moment and started to fuck her with quick, full length strokes.
"Jay, not in my pussy, please! It's not right. I..."
She let out a long exhale, blowing through her pursed lips as the lubricated friction of cock flesh and vaginal walls started to get to her.
"...I don't... Ohhhh... God!" She tried to protest but it was all in word and not deed.
"Oh... Fuck me, that feels good. Mmmm. Yes. I've missed this! Shag me Jay, stuff me to bursting with that fat cock. Oh yes, Jay Oh God!"
And she climaxed right then and there, bucking and jerking and writhing under me, her pussy gushing fluid all over my thrusting erection. She was making so much noise, high gasping wails and moans, that she shoved her fist into her mouth to stifle her own crescendo.
The feel of her contracting pussy, her liquid climax, her vocal reaction and her mouthwatering sex-face expressions were more than enough to get me off too.
Though I didn't put much weight in Dean's insistence in the dangers of pregnancy in this apocalyptic world, I still wasn't prepared to tempt fate so I jerked my swelling, tightening cock out of her heavenly pussy and gave it a couple of tugs and blasted the contents of my bloated balls all over Emily's body.
It hit her from her pubic mound right up the length of her body, into her hair. My hot spunk splashed her face, her quivering tits, her palpitating stomach and everywhere in between, in a half dozen strong liquid ropes and splattered droplets.
Wheezing and basking in the afterglow of my orgasm, I rolled off Emily and lay beside her panting and trying not to fall into fits of giddy post climatic laughter.
"Ohhhh. Fuck. Oh God. Oh Goddamn that was good, Jay. I haven't had my pussy filled like that in sooo long. Oh Jesus." Emily groaned.
"Don't know why you're such a good fuck Jay, but thank you. Mmmmm." She sighed, her own glee clearly audible in her soft, throaty voice.
We had snoozed together for a while but eventually got up and made our move to leave. We had taken an extra hour to nip down to the stream to bathe first and replenish our supplies of drinking water and then by noon we were on our way.
*****
It was overcast, the clouds gray and heavy, approaching but not quite stormy. Fortunately, there wasn't much wind at least.
The first point of interest we came across was from a hillside, past the farms and overlooking the road that was matching our direction.
The grass was long here, a deep emerald, like moss but ankle deep. The hill peaked and gave us a sodden and very gray view of rain misted rolling hills and rocky patches that spread out before us, criss-crossed by a few minor roads. And right though the middle of the scene, moving left to right and off into the distance in what I judged to be north was a great expanse of flattened grass, as though a huge stream roller had driven through the area, or a stampeding herd of cattle or something.
As we got closer I could smell a trace of the reek of rotten flesh. A horde of zombies had passed though here. To Emily though, the stench seemed a lot stronger, she wrinkled her nose, pulling a face and pressing the back of her hand to her mouth.
"Fuck, that stinks." She moaned.
"Zombie horde's been this way."
"Obviously." She muttered.
Fortunately, I was leading Emily northwest, so the mass of the undead would remain off to our right from this point on.
It started to rain, which I thought might help with the stench in the air. Emily, once again, dragged out the rolled up olive green waterproof Macintosh from a pocket in her rucksack, muttering to herself as she did and trying to hurry as the rainfall intensified almost at once.
"I hate this thing, I sweat like a pig in it!" She moaned as she un-slung her rucksack and started to drag the thin zip up coat on.
"Take your blouse off, you'd be cooler under it."
"Perv." She laughed, throwing the hood up and tightening the draw strings at the collar.
I waited for her to put her backpack back on and pick up the Remington. My legs were tingling all the way up to my thighs now, and I could feel the pins and needles starting in my wrists and elbows. They didn't hurt but they were damned infuriating.
*****
We came across a zombie a half mile further on but it was the dog that first alerted us to the potential danger. We heard it before we saw it, growling and barking just ahead of us, beyond the top of the low hill we were climbing.
We crested the hill and looked down on a narrow country road that cut a left to right path through the valley below. Right in the middle of the road there had been a collision between a military Humvee and a motorcycle.
The Humvee seemed to have struck the bike and dragged both rider and vehicle beneath it. The bike was half visible beneath the utility vehicle's bent chassis.
The biker, leather clad, was trapped under the Humvee by his bike and had died and become reanimated where he was. His upper body was in motion but from the waist down he was immobile, either crippled or pinned. It was this biker zombie that the dog was barking at.
The dog was trying to get at another body that lay about a foot away from the limit of the zombie's reach. Every time the dog went for the other body, a dead soldier, the zombie, groaning and snapping desperately with his teeth, tried to reach for the dog. Each snatching, zombie grab frightened the animal and, barking with frustration, it darted to safety. Though it obviously wasn't ready to give up its meal.
We carefully made our way to the road, all the while keeping an eye and an ear in every direction. And we were also wary of the dog, feral and hungry, who knows how it would react to living humans these days.
There turned out to be two soldiers. Both of them devoid of weapons and armour but both still wearing their standard MTP pattern uniforms.
The one the dog was after was face down in the road and half of his head had been destroyed by bullet impacts. The other was sitting in the Humvee's driver's seat. His neck was obviously broken.
"Stop for a minute." I muttered to Emily. "Keep an eye out."
As I approached with a Katana in one hand and my crossbow pistol in the other, the dog looked up at me, snatched at the dead soldier's hand one last time, failed because of the zombie and then gave up and ran off up the road.
I breathed a sigh of relief then went over to the Humvee. I used a low and hard, over the shoulder slice with the Katana to dispatch the zombie biker and then turned and opened the driver's side door.
I dragged the second solider out of the Humvee, decided he was probably dead less than a day and then stripped him of his uniform and changed into it, liking the idea of proper camouflage and relatively fresh clothes. They were a bit damp but seemed okay to me.
Obviously, the broken neck had severed the connection between his cerebellum and his spinal cord so reanimation had never taken place.
Once I completed a quick check for anything useful in the Humvee, and finding nothing, I gathered up Emily and we headed off up over the next gray, mist laden, rise, maintaining our northwest direction in the streaming, saturating rain.
"Jay, why do we never drive anywhere? They can't all be out of petrol, surely."
"No, that's not the problem. Dead batteries are the issue, there's no way I know of to charge a car battery anymore." I replied.
"A portable generator and a battery charger? We could look out for a Halfords or something." She teased.
I could tell she was joking, but I couldn't bring myself to smile. I was getting tired, the tingling in my limbs was starting to affect my movements and unlike yesterday, they weren't easing off yet.
"Besides, the country roads might be okay but major roads'd be a nightmare, I think. That and the noise of a car would attract every zombie and scavenger for miles. Walking's quieter and safer."
"Suppose you're right." She said, then muttered "Smart arse." Under her breath.
*****
We actually came across the zombie horde as the rain started to pelt, harder than ever. I heard their infernal, groaning, rumble. It was like a slow moving convoy of articulated lorries though always just out of sight.
They were to our right, quite a distance away and we were in a valley so the corresponding hills were between us and the horde and I kept it that way, and maintained my northwesterly direction.
Soon enough their stench died away followed by their hellish nightmare din. I hadn't really smelled them at all this time and relied on Emily's reactions to judge.
*****
"Shouldn't be much further now." I said, to the back of Emily's head.
"Good." She muttered.
