One For The Zombies

"How's it going?"

Aaron pulled the binoculars away just long enough to glance back at Susan before resuming his watch.

"Last count was thirty three," Aaron replied flatly.

Susan stood behind him for several moments before sighing.

"You don't have to sit up her and watch every single one of them," Susan said softly, "And it's just silly to try and count them."

Aaron didn't respond while he sat on the stone ledge of the third story window. The court house had been constructed of local basalt in the early 1900's with wide, deep set windows that allowed him to sit while looking down at the docks. Windows that on the first floor had been mostly blocked off by brick in the 80's or affixed with iron bars in the few that remained accessible. No matter how awful a blemish that construction had been on the majestic four story stone court house, those additions had also made it an ideal redoubt.

"There's a lot fewer now than last week too," Susan said trying to draw Aaron out, "John thinks that if the numbers keep dropping then it should be safe to make a supply run next week as long as we didn't draw any attention to ourselves."

Aaron didn't respond and only watched the crowd that had gathered on the docks. When the moment came that the damaged dock overbalanced with their combined weight it was almost anticlimactic, a slow, almost leisurely roll that caused the crowd to tumble into the water. The river was nearly a mile wide and at flood stage, the current swift and cold with the spring rains and snowmelt. One in twenty of the people now struggling in that water might make it to shore.

"It's not good to be up here watching them like this," Susan pressed when Aaron still didn't respond and only kept watching through his binoculars.

Aaron ignored her and concentrated on the sound of the barely heard Kongo's 'Come With Me Now' blaring over the speakers he had personally mounted to the metal pilings that secured the dock in place. The music as well as the strobe lights he had also attached to the pilings was already drawing another person stumbling out onto the dock. Even if some of those people did manage to make it back to shore they would almost certainly be drawn right back out onto the docks again.

"Aaron..." Susan pressed.

"They killed my son and my daughter!" Aaron snapped, the anger causing him to spin around and glare at Susan, "My wife! My Children! Those fucking things killed everything I ever loved!"

"Those people out there on the docks didn't," Susan replied quietly, "And... and the ones who did... it wasn't their fault either."

"Bullshit!" Aaron yelled and then took a deep breath, "That's bullshit and you fucking know it!"

He turned back to glare down at the dock which had righted itself after the weight of people had caused it to list. Just down river there was still a mass of burnt and broken pilings some jumbled together with blackened wreckage and flotsam that had once been boathouses, sailboats, cabin cruisers and slips before they had burned and washed away. Only a few heads still remained visible bobbing above the surface of the water, Aaron focusing for a moment on a woman with blond hair haloed around her before she came up against a piece of that wreckage and then slipped beneath the surface.

"They're sick, Aaron," Susan pressed, "Sick and twisted and evil now, but that doesn't make any of this there fault... or yours.

"My husband got sick," Susan continued, "He... he murdered our son before..."

"You said your house caught fire," Aaron said as he turned around to stare at her.

Susan didn't say anything for several moments, a tear slipping down her cheek before she angrily wiped it away before running her fingers through her blond hair, greasy and stringy from not having showered for weeks.

"Remember when it first started," Susan whispered while staring at the ground, "The news saying to isolate anyone showing symptoms but not call the police or 911 because even then they were overwhelmed?"

"Yea," Aaron replied, "I still think if we'd just... just shot them... put them out of their misery we wouldn't be here now.

"The damage is permanent, there isn't ever going to be a cure."

"Could you have shot your wife... your kids?" Susan asked.

Aaron looked down at the wooden floorboards and after a moment gave his head a small shake.

"I... I shot Louise," Susan barely whispered.

Aaron glanced up sharply and shook his head.

"You said your house caught fire..." he said quickly.

"He gave me his XDS 45 when ever I had to go out," Susan continued to whisper, "Little thing that looked so tiny in his hands.

"I came home and... he came out of the back bedroom and charged me... covered in blood. He had... he had bits... hanging from..."

"Stop," Aaron cut in softly.

Susan shook her head, tears flowing freely down her cheeks.

"I didn't have a choice... not even... time to think... the news, all the stories that they kept repeating over and over and over.... I just shot him. And then... I found Jhonny..."

Susan burst into tears, snot hanging from her long, narrow nose until Aaron stood up and took her into his arms. After a few minutes she managed to stop crying, her face pressed into his shoulder.

"There were gas cans in the garage," Susan whispered with fistfuls of Aaron's shirt in her hands, "I... poured it... all through the house... and..."

Aaron ran his fingers through Susan's hair ignoring the greasy feel until she took a deep breath and stepped back.

"Come down stairs," Susan finally said.

Aaron gave a shake of his head, his own eyes full of unshed tears.

"Why?" Susan asked, "Your wife... my husband... our children... they'd want us to keep going... to keep living."

"No..." Aaron gasped and choked back a sob of his own.

"Those people out there... this disease... it's already burning out, they don't... they're not undead zombies! Just people, who's brains and minds have been destroyed, they can't survive with that damage, not for long," Susan pressed, "They can't think... they stumble out onto a dock and fall off and drown, wander around in the cold and freeze, drink water so foul it poisons them or a hundred... a thousand different other ways!

"A few years... they'll all be gone," Susan whispered softly, "But.. we'll still be here."

Susan reached up and undid the top button of her blouse. What had once been white was now a dingy gray with dark stains covering it, Aaron's eyes following Susan's fingers as she reached down to undo the next button.

"What are you doing?" Aaron asked, his eyes never leaving her fingers.

"Living," Susan replied as the next button slipped free and the top half of her shirt fell open.

She had stopped bothering with a bra weeks ago, the undergarment so soiled and nasty that she hadn't been able to bring herself to have it against her skin, Aaron's eyes now focused on her chest as she undid another button.

"I... I can't..." Aaron whispered.

"You can," Susan replied calmly and undid the last button before slipping her shirt from her shoulders.

Susan stepped forward, her C cup breasts swinging gently as she walked and took Aaron's hands that were hanging limply at his sides, his eyes never leaving her chest. She lifted his hands and placed them on her breasts, her hard nipples pressing into the palm of his hands before reaching down to begin undoing his belt.

"You want to," Susan said and bit her lower lip while looking up into Aaron's face, "I can feel that you want to."

She let her fingertips slip over the swell of Aaron's dick still hidden beneath his jeans as he gave a low moan of pleasure, his hands suddenly beginning to squeeze Susan's breasts. She pulled his dirt and sweat stained fleece up, the UnderArmor logo flaked and peeling, until Aaron let go of her breasts only long enough for her to pull it over his head.

Aaron reached down and lightly pinched both of Susan's nipples, a sob catching in the back of his throat while he stared down at them.

"It's ok," Susan whispered, her fingernails trailing over his bare chest covered in dark black, curly hair, "They'd want us to keep living...

"To keep loving."

Susan's fingers hadn't been idle, Aaron's belt and jeans button both free as she zipped his pants down. Aaron looked up to meet her eyes, his a light brown and hers a blue with a golden brown around her irises. Aaron hesitated for another moment and then reached out to pull Susan towards him, his unkept beard tickling her face as their lips pressed painfully together. She surrendered her attempt to push Aaron's pants down and simply reached her arms around to pull him against her, her nipples grazing across his bare chest. She felt his tongue press against her lips and opened her mouth, the kiss lasting longer, the intensity fading from a hard, demanding passion to a kiss of shared pleasure. Susan reached her hand around to run her fingers through his black hair and pull him into their kiss, his hair just as greasy and unkept as her own.

Susan suddenly cried out when Aaron pulled away from her and seized her by the waist, physically lifting her and spinning her around until she found herself sitting in the window alcove he had so recently been sitting in. Aaron growled in the back of his throat as he reached down and took the legs of Susan's jeans in his hands and pulled, Susan having to lift her hips up while hastily unbuttoning them before he jerked them down. Aaron pushed his own jeans down over his hips and then stepped between Susan's legs, her feet still tangled together by her jeans that had snagged on her boots

"Ahhh, ohhhh," Susan gasped, Aaron stepping up with his own pants tangled around his ankles, grabbing her hips and forcing his dick inside of her.

Susan was aroused enough so that after only a moment of pressure at her vulva Aaron's length glided into her depts, her eyes staring into his. With a grunt he began to thrust into her while at the same time reaching out to take the back of her neck and pull her into another kiss.

Their passion had nothing to do with making love, only fucking, of using each other and being used. Susan could feel her body responding after so long, her pleasure rapidly building and cresting as she thrust her hips forward to meet each of Aaron's hard, wet thrusts into her body. She could feel his tears on his cheeks, tears that mingled together with her own until she pulled her head back and cried.

"Ohhh, fuuuuuuuuuk!" Susan screamed, her body shaking as she desperately tried to press her pelvis even harder against Aaron's thrusts, her sheath milking Aaron while she came harder than she had in years.

"Shit!" Aaron grunted, his thrusts faltering until he pressed his length deep inside of her and held himself there.

Susan felt Aaron's body jerk several times, a small grunt escaping him with each one and felt the added wetness between her thighs. The remained holding onto each other, foreheads pressed together and Aaron's length still inside of her for a minute until he glanced up into her face.

"God, I probably stink so bad," Aaron panted with a small smile.

"And I don't," Susan replied with a laugh, "I love getting licked, but, yea... no.

"And I like your smell."

"Yea," Aaron replied with a deep, rumbling laugh, "Sure.

"Tell you the truth," Aaron said with a glance down between them at his dick still inside of her, their pubic hair matted with her juice and his cum, "I've always liked going down on Jesi... I've always liked going down on women, and I don't think you'd smell bad... or taste bad at all."

Susan bit her lower lip and grinned while staring into Aaron's eyes until a shadow passed over his face.

"I... I don't know if I can do this..." he said after a moment, his eyes darting towards the window and the dock on the river, "I don't kno..."

"Shhh," Susan said and touched a finger to his lips, "You may not be able to, but we can.

"We, Aaron."

"We can do this together, make a life together, have children together... children that would inherit the entire world, as fallen as it is."

Susan squeezed her Kegel muscles and was rewarded with Aaron's gasp of surprise.

"We..." Aaron whispered while staring at Susan.

"Come down and eat," Susan whispered and stroked his beard, "I think it's squab and rainwater tonight...

"And then we can come back up here for the rest of the night. Just the two of us."

"Who ever thought my mouth would be watering over eating pigeon?" Aaron asked and leaned down to kiss her lips, "Or maybe it's the idea of getting to taste you?"

"Umm hmm," Susan said with a grin and pushed her hand against his chest until his cock slipped out of her body, cum spilling from her to drip down onto her jeans still around her ankles, "I'm not sure how likely that's going to be after the mess you've already made!"

She hopped off the ledge and reached down to pull her jeans up while Aaron laughed his deep, rumbling laugh and then reached out to squeeze a breast that was dangling from her body as she was bent over.

"I like cream pie," Aaron said softly and then released Susan's breast to pull up his own pants.

Susan pulled up her jeans, her eyes wide as she stared at Aaron as he pulled his shirt over his head.

"Hurry up," Aaron said when he caught her wide eyed stare, "I'm all ready for a little squib and then some desert."

Susan grinned and pulled her shirt on, her fingers trying to find the button holes as she followed him over to the stairs.