Aminata Amponsah yawned and stretched as she stood on the Rampart, looking at the multitude of Undead besieging the remnants of metropolitan Accra, Ghana. The tall, dark-skinned and curvy young Muslim woman, a native of Kumasi City, did not like what she saw. Although a forty-meter-high wall with barbed wire on top protected what remained of metropolitan Accra, Aminata did not like being surrounded by Zombies. Come to think of it, no sane person would...
When the Zombies began to rise, the world did not take it seriously. How could they? Modern television was saturated with zombies. Z-Nation. The Walking Dead. Fear The Walking Dead. iZombie. Black Summer. So many television shows and movies featured the slow-moving flesh eaters. By the time the world realized that its worst nightmare had come true, it was virtually too late...
One by one, the world's mightiest nations fell to the Undead. The United States of America, Mexico, Europe, Canada, Australia, China, Japan, all of these major powers were swarming with Zombies. Their militaries and police forces were overrun by the Undead. From what Aminata heard, the Caribbean islands and certain parts of Latin America were still holding out against the Undead but barely. What of Africa, one may ask? Africa does what it has always done when invaded, it endures and eventually overcomes...
"Hey babe," came a voice, startling the hell out of Aminata, who'd been musing on her situation. That's what I get for getting distracted, Aminata thought as she whirled around, gun at the ready. Upon realizing who it was, Aminata sighed and rolled her eyes. There was only one woman crazy enough to attempt a jump scare on a Sentinel while she was on Rampart duty. Aminata had the privilege and misfortune of sharing her life and her bed with such a woman, and her name is Sandrine...
"Crazy woman," Aminata said, as Sandrine pulled her arms around her and gently kissed her. Tall and willowy, with light brown skin, lime-green eyes and a stylish Afro, Sandrine is cute in a nerdy wallflower sort of way. She'd been charming and annoying Aminata ever since they met at the University of Cape Coast, ages ago. To say that they came from different worlds would be an understatement...
Sandrine Reinhart was born in the environs of Heidelberg, Germany, to a German mother, Nadja Reinhart, and a Ghanaian father, Santino Abrefa. The unlikely couple met at the University of Heidelberg in the early 1990s, fell in love and had a daughter. Sandrine lived most of her life in Germany, but opted to study in her father's country of origin after spending her first year of higher education at the University of Hamburg. She wanted to experience the world outside Europe and explore her origins. Sandrine came to the Cape Coast region of Ghana as a wide-eyed wanderer, completely ignorant of Ghana's social norms and whatnot.
Ghana is a beautiful nation, and one with a complex social structure. There are different ethnic groups, tribes, religions and various other subcategories at work in the fabric of Ghanaian society. Christianity and Islam are the two predominant faiths, but certain traditional religions, such as the Animist faith, continue to hold sway over large swathes of Ghanaian society. Sandrine's only exposure to Ghanaian culture came from her father Santino Abrefa, a thoroughly westernized man. The young woman had much to learn about her father's people, and about life...
When Aminata met Sandrine, she was at a very complex and problematic stage of her life. Aminata, the daughter of Muslim preacher Ahmad Amponsah, felt terrible about her sexual and romantic feelings for women. She'd been struggling with those feelings at the time she met Sandrine Reinhart. The tall, lovely and free-spirited Sandrine Reinhart was unlike anyone Aminata Amponsah had ever met, and not just because she was high-yellow with green eyes, a big booty and an Afro. Nope, Sandrine was like a unicorn...
"Sandrine, come on, beloved, you can see that I'm on duty," Aminata reminded her partner, and Sandrine shrugged, managing to look stylish and carefree in her drab military fatigues. Sandrine's pants were two sizes too small, stretching almost to the breaking point against her fine, muscular thighs and emphasizing her derriere. With a rifle slung over her shoulder, a pistol on her right hip and a bayonet on her left, Sandrine at least looked the part of a competent soldier. Of course, Aminata knew that Sandrine's playfulness knew no bounds.
Sandrine Reinhart was openly bisexual, and did not hide her fondness for both the female and male forms. She rocked a T-shirt with the likeness of Black British Boxing icon Anthony Joshua on it, and booty shorts, on the fateful day she met Aminata. They were roommates in the same residence at the University of Cape Coast. At first, the two young women clashed, but eventually, they fell in love. Now here they were, passionate lovers and the greenest recruits in Lord Kufuor's Volunteer Army, tasked with protecting Accra City from the Zombies.
"Hmm, I like that, big booty on duty," Sandrine replied, and she grabbed Aminata's ass and gave it a firm squeeze. Aminata tried not to smile, failed miserably, and embraced her partner warmly. The two young women were so into each other that they didn't notice that someone else was dangerously close to them. The person in question cleared his throat loudly, startling the hell out of both women, who suddenly gaped at him.
"Good morning, ladies, I see you're on top of things," said Captain Malik Akuffo. Six feet three inches tall, broad-shouldered, muscular and strongly built, with skin of a rich chocolate hue, the Captain looked imposing, to say the least. Aminata automatically saluted, once she disentangled herself from Sandrine's arms, but Sandrine just stood there, a wry grin on her lovely face.
"Hey handsome," Sandrine said, smiling at Captain Malik Akuffo and openly flirting with him, to Aminata's everlasting annoyance. Captain Malik Akuffo, a lifelong soldier who'd become as great at killing zombies as he'd been at fighting rebels and insurgents in Ghana's wilderness prior to the Zombie Apocalypse, suddenly paused. The man did something that Aminata, whom he trained, never thought she'd see him do. Captain Akuffo looked at Sandrine, and blushed.
"Hello, Private Sandrine, do me a favor, my dear, and please stop distracting Private Aminata, she's supposed to be looking out for the rest of us," Captain Akuffo said, and he smiled and walked away. Aminata looked at the departing figure of Captain Akuffo, and then stared at Sandrine in silent astonishment. The Captain was normally tough as nails and didn't let discipline slide when he was on duty. Sandrine had somehow gotten him to mellow out. Was there anything that the crafty broad from Germany couldn't do?
"Hmm, that man has a nice ass, of course, Aminata, the Captain's ass isn't half as nice as yours," Sandrine said, laughing, and Aminata shook her head. She refused to have another argument about Sandrine's flirtatiousness and her habit of cozying up to random women and lately, random men, whenever she felt like it. Sandrine used her sex appeal to get her way, and it irked the hell out of Aminata. I knew what I signed up for when I met her, Sandrine goes both ways, Aminata thought, still irate.
"Um, whatever," Aminata scoffed, and she returned her focus on what lay beyond the Rampart. The President of Ghana had the presence d'esprit to build a fortified wall around the Capital in the early days of the Zombie Apocalypse. As a result, half a million Ghanaians still lived in relative safety, at a time when most nations were overrun by the Living Dead. The West had long mocked Africa's Strongmen for their tyrannical ways, but in the end, such men got things done...
The City of Accra, Capital of Ghana was currently the most populated city on the planet earth, with most human settlements with populations of over a hundred thousand having been overrun by the hordes of the Zombies. With the infection spreading across the globe, most cities had become death traps. New York City. Melbourne. Toronto. Vienna. Shanghai. Tokyo. Jakarta. They'd all fallen to the Zombies. The people of Ghana were determined to hold out against the Living Dead, and their only hope was the Volunteer Army, tasked with defending the Capital...
"Babe, talk to me," Sandrine said, holding Aminata tenderly from behind, and when Aminata didn't react, Sandrine paused. She could feel the tension radiating from Aminata's body. Ever since they got together, things had been great...for the most part. Sandrine loved Aminata and their relationship was passionate, but sometimes, Aminata's jealousy vexed her. Sandrine was a people person while Aminata was taciturn and uptight...
"Look, Sandrine, we've had this talk before, I understand that you're bisexual and I accept it, I just wish you'd stop flirting with people, female or male, right in front of me," Aminata said with a deep sigh. Sandrine fell silent for a moment, and that's when Aminata closed her eyes, hard. It was the oldest argument in the book. Women who love women are always getting their hearts broken by women who love both men and women...
"Aminata, I talk to whomever I damn well please, but I always come home to you," Sandrine said, hugging her tightly, and she then flicked her tongue over her lover's ear. Aminata shuddered and got ready to issue a stern rebuke. If Sandrine thought her silver tongue and knowing hands were enough to settle this argument, then the bitch had another thing coming. Aminata felt her protest die on her tongue as Sandrine's hand slipped into her pants...
"Ah, damn," Aminata sighed, and that's when Sandrine knew she had her. Is this bitch about to fuck me right on the Rampart? Aminata wondered, and Sandrine kissed her earlobe, then laughed upon realizing that Aminata wasn't wearing any underwear. Sandrine's slick fingers slid between Aminata's legs and began stimulating her wet pussy. Aminata groaned and tried to resist, but Sandrine's fingers found her clit and began teasing her...
As Sandrine began teasing her by fingering her pussy, Aminata moaned softly, remembering the quickie they had last night in the Barracks. Sandrine snuck out and Aminata met her outside, under the mango tree by the bushes. There, under the pale moon light, the two young women made love. Sandrine laid Aminata on the grass after slipping out of her clothes, and the two of them did some much needed reconnecting...
