Encounter in the Apocalypse

All characters in this story are 18+

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A lone figure made their way to the dilapidated gas station. They wore a windbreaker with the hood up and a backpack carrying essentials. Cendrin slowly advanced to the gas station, crowbar in hand. Ammo ran out weeks ago plus it was better to use a weapon that didn't make so much noise.

Cendrin stepped over shattered glass and entered through the broken window. Shards crunched under his boot as he placed weight with his foot onto the tile floor. He froze in place. The straps on his backpack wobbled as he waited for any noise. None came.

He cautiously maneuvered away from the glass bits and scanned the shelves for any supplies. Trash and leaves were strewed about, cobwebs and vines clung to the corners. Holes in the roof cast fading sunlight like spotlights in the rundown gas station.

The display fridges were dark and ransacked, a few crushed cans piled at the bottom. Dried sticky liquid coated the floor in front of it. The faint scent of soda and beer came from the crusty puddle. Cendrin made sure to watch his step this time. All of the shelves were empty except one. A shelf near the door to the back room had a can of sweet potatoes standing alone. A diamond in the rough; A hidden gem amongst ruins. His stomach rumbled at just the thought of eating.

Cendrin's steps were less measured as he pounced upon the can like a ravenous wolf. Three days without food made him think with his stomach that costed him dearly. The crowbar in his right hand clanged against a side wall of a shelf. Cendrin grabbed hold of his light in the darkness which was vegetables encased in metal.

He held it in his left hand reverently, his mouth starting to water. A soft click came from behind him. Spinning around, he saw a redheaded woman in a military field jacket pointing a pistol in his face. She held the grip with a fingerless glove, the barrel locking eyes with his menacingly.

"Drop the crowbar. Now. And hand over the can."

Her voice was clear and concise. Give the sweet potatoes or get a hole between your eyes. It's obvious what he would choose.

Cendrin nodded and slowly crouched down to place the crowbar on the floor. He rose back up and put the can into her open hand, yielding his treasure.

"Turn around and put your hands on your head."

Cendrin followed her orders without hesitation. Even if she didn't have bullets he wasn't about to risk it.

"Count to 100 with your ears covered."

Cendrin did as commanded, counting in his mind. He got to 43 when he heard a muted thud. He lowered his hands to his sides and turned around.

Through the open window he saw the redhead wielding his crowbar with glistening red liquid on the claw, a body laying at her feet. Her shoulders rose and fell as she stood over the zombie.

The back door swung open, a loud creak piercing Cendrin's ears. He ran over to the counter and slid over the top and onto the other side. Underneath was absolutely nothing. A rotting corpse wobbled towards him, kicking over some cardboard boxes in the process.

"Ugh.. Fuck it!"

He hauled the register over his head and chucked it right into the face of the zombie. A sickening crack split through the air and the zombie fell head first before the rest of its body followed. The register clattered to the tile and split into multiple pieces of plastic.

Cendrin picked it up and rammed it into the zombie's face a few times. He left it on its smushed head and headed outside where the redhead was surrounded by undead. Swiveling his head back and forth, his eyes came across a propane tank on the side of the building.

"Over here!" he shouted, getting the attention of the redhead and the zombies closing in on her.

He climbed up onto an ice freezer and hopped to the top of the propane tank. Redhead shoved a zombie backward with the crowbar then bolted. She scaled the ice freezer no problem yet hesitated to make the jump.

Cendrin outstretched his hand. "I got you!"

Redhead thought it over but the eight groaning zombies trudging closer made up her mind. She braced a boot on the tank then grasped Cendrin's hand. He pulled her up then the both of them ascended to the rooftop.

Below, the zombies banged their gaunt bodies against the wall. They moaned and rasped, mindlessly reaching out to their escaped meal. Above, Cendrin and the redhead caught their breath.

"Close one, huh?" He glanced sideways at her.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome," she left his vision and went behind him.

Cendrin turned on his heel to see Redhead leveling the crowbar in his direction. He took a step back unthinkingly.

"Just because you helped me doesn't mean we're friends now."

"Oh, come on. You're really gonna do this now?"

"Yes. Yes I am."

"We're stuck up here so it's not a good idea to kill me. I'll turn and eat you."

"I can just push you off."

Cendrin ignored her threat and sat back against a dusty AC unit, sighing. Redhead blinked and raised a brow.

"What are you doing?"

"It's called relaxing. You should try it."

"It's as you said, we're stuck with no way out. How can you be relaxing at a time like this?"

"I need my energy when night falls. They should be gone once they lose interest."

A few hoarse groans came from ten feet down and the slapping of hands on hollow metal.

"You think the tank is going to explode?" Redhead peered over the edge.

"I doubt it. There shouldn't be any propane left in there... hopefully. Now enough of that and sit down. They won't leave if they see you."

With reluctance she sat down on the roof. It wasn't the most comfortable but she'll take it over being ripped apart. The wind rushed past them and to the destroyed city on the horizon. Greenery covered the tall buildings, most of them had fallen due to no maintenance or carpet bombing.

"Been there? Before all this, I mean."

"I visited once for family. Not much of a fan of crowded spaces, though."

"Are they still..."

"No. Just me."

Cendrin got very interested in his boots all of a sudden, focusing on them to avoid eye contact. Comforting people wasn't his strong suit so the best he could do is his presence.

"You shouldn't say that to a stranger, you know? Even more so now."

"I know..."

Awkward silence made the both of them shift uncomfortably. The sun had just passed the skyline when Redhead spoke up.

"I'm Vera. What's your name?"

"Cendrin. Nice to meet you, Vera."

He glanced back up to see Vera staring at him with green eyes that held pain and loneliness. It caught him off-guard to see her so vulnerable when she was the one who held him at gunpoint earlier.

"Are you also alone?"

Cendrin thought for a moment, deliberating if he should lie or tell the truth. "That's right."

Vera hummed in acknowledgment, setting the crowbar to the side to pull a knife which she used to cut open the can. Cendrin watched longingly as the lid peeled away to reveal sweet syrupy goodness. She stabbed a piece, brought it to her lips, and ate it.

"You're staring..." she commented, side-eyeing him.

Cendrin turned his head. "Sorry."

"Here."

Cendrin looked back at Vera. She held a skewered slice of sweet potato outwards.

"Go on. Take it or leave it."

Cendrin pulled the succulent starch square off the blade and plopped it into his mouth. An explosion of flavor graced his tongue. There was a hint of metallic taste but he cared not one bit. This was the best thing he's eaten in a long time.

"Thank you, Vera."

"You can have more if you want. But don't think you can have all of it. I get more."

"Fine with me."

Both of them ate sweet potatoes and talked about their lives.

"I got a volleyball scholarship and attended college for a few months before the apocalypse. I thought my life was finally coming together then a disease evolved and mutated rapidly, ruining everything."

"Sounds like you had it all figured out. I worked at a auto shop for most of my high school days. Got a few crazies here and there but overall not bad."

Cendrin took a lantern out from his backpack and flicked it on to the lowest brightness. Countless stars glimmered in the cloudless night sky. They both got more accustomed with each other, talking more confidently.

"There was this one time..." Vera paused to swallow a chunk of sweet potato, "I was at a house party and people were jumping off the second floor into the pool. This one guy... he did a backflip and broke his ankle against the edge of the pool. Had to call an ambulance."

"Sounds like a pretty out of control party."

"Those ones are the best."

Cendrin watched the way she giggled and smiled as she described her life experiences. The enthused expression on her face was something he couldn't forget. The last piece of sweet potato stuck onto her knife, the light shining off the syrup.

The zombies wandered off a while ago, leaving the two of them alone. None of them made a move to depart. What started as hostile aversion became friendly storytelling. Having another person to talk to made their lips loose, Vera especially.

"They moved on. It's about time I go."

Cendrin got up to put his lantern away when Vera stopped him.

"Don't."

He looked at her quizzically, knowing deep inside he wanted her to stop him so he could spend more time with her. He just didn't now how to word it correctly.

"Don't what?"

"Don't go."

It was the answer he was yearning for.

"Do you have anything better else to do at night?"

"No..."

"Then stay."

Cendrin put his hands up in surrender. "As you wish."

He sat back down and looked at her across the lantern. Vera stared back, fidgeting with her fingerless gloves. The chirping crickets were quite loud in the long silence.

"Talking with you was something I didn't know I needed. It feels good to pretend like everything's back to the way it was. If only for a moment..."

"..."

"I don't want this feeling to go away. I don't want to go back to being by myself anymore."

Cendrin kept his mouth shut, not knowing what to say or do in this situation he's never been in. Fighting zombies was one thing but a woman's heart was a much tougher task.

"Please Cendrin. I want... I want you to stay with me."

A breeze blew their hair, a shiver running down Vera's spine.

"Do you have a blanket in there?"

"I got tarp."

"That'll do."

Vera crawled over as he took the furled blue tarp out of his bag, holding it out to her. She took it and sat beside him, encircling it around them. She pulled her knees up to her chest and looked at the faint light of the lantern.

"Do you think things will go back to the way they were?"

"I don't know. But I want them to just as bad as you do."

Cendrin felt Vera lean her head against his shoulder, warmth radiating from both of their body heat accumulating in the tarp. He hesitantly wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close. The feeling of another person pressed against him was addicting. Even if she did smell like dirt and sweat that will not stop him from enjoying her company.

"Being here with you has given me new hope to keep going."

A tension built, not one of negativity but of growing attraction between two people who long for connection in dark times. They could feel it in the air yet none of them admitted it.

Vera broke the quiet, moving her hand to his thigh and whispering in his ear. "Do you want to stay with me?"

Her words almost made him shudder. The way she said it, the tone and pace was incredibly erotic. He balled his hands into fists on his lap.

"I... want to stay with you," he affirmed.

"I was wishing you'd say that."

Vera leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. A jolt passed through Cendrin like an electric current; A spark that would kickstart his feelings. He closed the distance between their faces, tasting the sweetness of the potatoes on her lips.

Vera cupped his face in her hands as they started to makeout. Tongues rolled against one another, the sound of smooching mixing with the singing crickets. Cendrin gripped her waist and pulled her body against his. Their breaths intermingled as they pulled away.

Vera's beautiful green eyes stared deeply into Cendrin's blue ones, their windows to the soul keeping them in each other's sights.

"Put the tarp on the floor," Vera stated.

"Why?"

"You know why. Don't play dumb with me."

Cendrin spread the tarp out on the rooftop, placing the lantern on one corner and his bag on the one across diagonally.

"Let me see all of you."

With Cendrin's approval Vera took off his clothes, showing his body to her. Years of lifting heavy equipment developed his muscles nicely. They weren't as prominent as before since the apocalypse. Not eating and drinking enough lowered his mass.

"May I?" Vera glimpsed at his dickprint curiously.

"G-Go for it."

Vera hooked a finger into the waistband of his boxers and pulled down to reveal his cock. Eight inches of meat sprang out, the head tapping against his belly button.

"Wow... I've never seen one before. Damn... it's pretty large."

"Really? You think so?"

"I mean look," Vera wrapped her now bare hand around his shaft, "I don't think one hand will be enough."

Cendrin eyed her hand stroking him from base to tip slowly. Her hand was soft and felt really good when her thumb brushed against his glans.

Cendrin gestured with his eyes to her clothes. "Let me see all of you too."

He watched with wide eyes as Vera undressed, revealing her nakedness.

Her white skin seemed to glow in the moonlight. Medium-sized breasts rose and fell with the timing of her shallow breaths. Cendrin could tell she wasn't lying about being an star athlete. He could see her muscles in her arms and legs, specifically her thighs above all.

There was still one article of clothing remained on Vera: her underwear.

"Why don't you do the honors, huh?"

Cendrin gulped before pulling Vera's panties down her legs, her hairy pussy exposed to the night air. She climbed on top of him and positioned her lower lips against his shaft. He stared up at her while she gazed down at him. She rolled her hips back and forth like a pendulum, rubbing her lower lips against his shaft.

Cendrin reached up and grasped her thighs, observing her midriff undulate hypnotically. Vera's wetness and Cendrin's precum lubed up his dick real good. After enough teasing Vera lifted her hips and lowered herself on his full length. She moaned softly as every inch filled her.

"There we go, you're inside me. It feels strange but not unpleasant. How about you?"

"It's one of the best things I've ever felt," he let out a low grunt as her walls contracted around his length.

Their bodies moved together in tandem, soft sounds of flesh slapping resounding. Cendrin took Vera's hands in his, lacing their fingers. He watched her breasts bounce up and down in time with her movements followed by her red hair bobbing to the rhythm they set. The world fell away and reduced to this one moment of their coupling.

The sensation of being inside a woman made Cendrin thrust his hips upward. All he could feel was overwhelming pleasure everywhere all over his cock.

"You're filling me so good! My hips are moving on their own. My body can't help but ride you like a bitch in heat!"

Vera's words resulted in Cendrin's length to pulse. Being so close to another human being. He was on cloud nine. This point in time is the greatest he could ever ask for. Surviving on his lonesome paid off in the end. He found someone he could love and cherish.

"I love you!" Cendrin proclaimed.

"I love you too," Vera replied in the amidst of moaning hot heavy breaths.

Their fingers tightened around one another's as they picked up the pace, ass slapping against thighs growing in intensity. Vera rode him fiercely as the orgasm built and built to its absolute limit until it couldn't be contained any longer.

"Cum in me! I don't care just cum in me!"

Cendrin's aggressive pace reached the pinnacle of aching heights. His balls contracted as spurts of hot sticky liquid spewed up into Vera's pussy. She tilted her head back and arched her back, inhaling and exhaling heavily. Closing her eyes, she focused on Cendrin's cock throbbing within her.

"You popped my cherry. My pussy belongs to you. You made me your woman."

Vera collapsed forward onto Cendrin's chest, relishing in the afterglow. Their sweaty bodies pressed against one another, hands still firmly grasped.

"Thank you, Vera."

She nuzzled into the crook of his neck and closed her eyes. "You're never leaving me, you hear me? You're mine now."

Cendrin let one hand free to run his fingers through her beautiful red hair. "I can live with that."

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