Hey everyone. This is my first time sharing, my stuff. I hope this is going to turn out to be a long running series so let me know what you think of the first chapter. It might start off a little slow but I promise it won't leave you hanging.
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The Last One Left
Part 1: A Surprise Visit
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Amanda could wait, it was Delta's turn first.
He watched the curve of Delta's spine as she bounced against him. That rich wet velvet feeling along the length of his cock. She was bent over with her hands pressed against the window.
Amanda was by his side, kissing his neck and whispering in his ear.
He pulled Amanda close, gripping her ass with his hand, feeling how wet she was with the tips of his fingers. She gasped.
She ran her nails down Delta's spine and Delta moaned in ecstasy.
When he first saw them appear over the horizon, he'd been scared. He still was, a little, but for now he could give them what they wanted, and they were both under his control.
They had appeared that morning. A twin pair of headlights in a world that had lost its power grid years ago.
It was a dead world, and for a long time The Kid thought he was the last one living in it.
He picked his way through the empty city, at first terrified by the lack of life. He got used to it quickly though, and soon that fear was replaced by a dull boredom.
There was no horror to behold. No corpses. No signs of war or social collapse. He simply awoke one day and they were all gone. Everyone. Like they all got up and left, along with his memory.
He didn't even know his name. He managed to see his reflection in a shop window and judged he was in his mid twenties.
The city was alien to him and he recognised none of the buildings. It was nameless as the rest of the world.
There was plenty to eat and drink.
Food still lined the store shelves and there were stocked vending machines on every corner. Once he figured out how to pry them open they became chests filled with bottles of water and cans of any flavor soda he could choose.
Still, there was no power. He visited a movie theater to see if he could get the projector working, but of course he couldn't.
The dark room had creeped him out. The chairs seemed wrong without people to sit in them, and the huge white square, a dull gray in the darkness, felt like it gave off its own sad, lonely aura.
With no power to the city he settled on the library but the books could only entertain him for a time. Eventually the words started to shift and blur beneath the weight of his own wandering mind. He needed people.
He put the book he was reading down, some nonsense by a guy named Delaney, and tossed it to one side. He decided that the stories meant nothing without someone to share them with.
About an hour after he came to this realization, while he was sitting atop the roof of an apartment block, cooking his breakfast over a small gas stove, he heard the twin motorcycle engines. It was as if he had summoned them out of his desire for company.
He chose that apartment to camp on top of for its view. From there, with the city behind you, you could see the vast stretch of highway that led to... somewhere else. He didn't know. Maybe another empty city.
Two people were speeding toward the city along that highway, each atop their own motorcycle riding side by side. He heard the hum of both engines and as they grew louder it made him shiver.
He considered the idea that he was just seeing things, that the loneliness had gotten to him and sent him visions of what he had wanted to see, but eventually the riders got close enough that there could be no doubt. They were real. He could practically feel the thrumming of the engines as they beat against the air.
He didn't know who could still be alive in this world, but there were only two of them and he fought against his fear. They could be murderers for all he knew, but his need to be seen, to be recognised, to communicate, prevailed over his fear and soon he was rooting through his backpack to find his flashlight.
Loneliness was like a thirst, he had learned, it can cut through your rational mind and drive your thoughts. It can compel you. It can make you act without thinking.
He stretched over the balustrade and shone the flashlight down over the edge of the roof. It was light out but not so bright that they wouldn't see it. Almost immediately, the two motorcycles stopped. From so high up all he saw were only two black ants. It wasn't until he got down to ground level that he saw that they were both women.
They weren't friendly, especially not at first. That was fine, he didn't need them to be. He knew it was an act. They were scared and so was he. Except he also knew that their fear made them unpredictable, and when you spend time with people putting on an act it puts you on edge too. It made for a twitchy kind of tension between him and the two girls. A tension he could have done without because Delta and Amanda carried their own weapons and he didn't.
He saw the handles of their knives poking out of what looked like military style holsters they both wore on each of their right hips.
"Who are you?" The blond one asked.
"I don't know," He said. "I forgot my name."
They didn't seem surprised at that.
"What are you doing here?" The taller blond one was asking the questions. He pulled his eyes away from her knife.
"I just woke up here. I don't know what happened to everyone." He looked between the two of them. "Do you?"
They looked at eachother.
"That's a load of shit." The shorter brunette one said. "How do we know you're not lying to us?"
"I'm not." He said.
"Prove it." She wore a tight black top that exposed her midriff. He found his eyes kept pulling back to it. He liked the way it looked.
"How?" He said. "Look, believe me or don't. What's the harm in telling me what happened? It's not like it's going to change anything."
"We don't know either" The blond one said in a flat tone.
"Now that's a load of shit. Come on, just tell me. What happened here? Why would I even ask if I was lying to you?"
The blond one folded her arms. The short one pulled her arms behind her back, stretching the muscles after what must have been a long day riding. She was trying to look casual, but she didn't take her wary eyes off of The Kid once. Neither of them said anything.
"Fine." He said finally. "What are your names? Can you at least tell me that?"
"I'm Delta." The short one said.
