The Zombie Zone Act 2 Pt. 07

Outbreak Day...

Hansel's state of emergency was in full swing. Buses and cars full of people rushed the highways to escape the spontaneous zombie threat. The first responders became secondary victims. The empathy and human compassion that built up the community crumbled in lieu of panic and desperation.

Anna stopped at a friend's apartment only to find the place abandoned. She took a moment to stay and evaluate the chaos. Too many times she saw zombies swarm homes and groups of people trying to escape.

She could not stay in one place too long.

Reece would have to be somewhere near the prison just outside Hansel, rather than the one farther past Jefferson. At least, that's what Anna figured. Mountain Brook was a bust; no Alexandra or horned man.

Anna maneuvered through the hectic bedlam. Living and dead were constant obstacles. She sought red and blue flashing lights. If she didn't see Reece, she moved on. After the third cop car, she grew impatient.

"Where are you?" Anna gripped the steering wheel as if it were his neck.

A horn blared as Anna past a once-barricaded intersection. A Lamborghini slammed into the backside of her vehicle. It sent her spinning. Both vehicles found the hard side of buildings before coming to rest.

Anna gained a welt on her forehead, but was otherwise fine. She kicked the door ajar and stumbled out. Down the street, a man shouted in pure agony as a group of dwarf-like zombies gangbanged him. The dwarves used every hole they could find.

Anna stayed ducked and popped the back. After slinging her bag of belongings on, she found a tire iron and armed herself. Anxiety made her take glimpses at the deplorable acts on human life all around her.

The Lamborghini door creaked open and the culprit fell out. A young, Asian woman from what Anna saw. The culprit immediately bounced and hightailed it away.

"Hey! Asshole!" Anna threw up a middle finger. Snowdrop rounded a corner and disappeared.

Anna rolled her eyes and approached the Lamborghini to salvage anything. When she reached for the door, an electrical static shock zapped her hand. She recoiled in pain, "Ah! Son of a bitch!"

Making too much noise turned out to be a mistake. Zombies were approaching thanks to the dinner bell rang by the vehicle collision. Anna grumbled and abandoned the two cars.

It didn't take much to outrun the zombies. Any with enough stamina to keep up were met with a couple strikes from the tire iron. Once the last zombie fell, she gazed at it. Bottomless, muscular, and well-endowed: the zombie's erection persisted after death. She grimaced and rhetorically asked, "What the hell have you fuckers done?"

A body rushed around the far corner and hit a neighboring wall, relying on it for support. Anna whipped her Walther out and aimed. It was a middle-aged man with greying curly hair. He appeared roughed up and barely held together; scars riddled his arms and legs. His college jersey and pants were even worse off.

Anna closed the distance and eyeballed the direction he came in. To her surprise, any zombies in sight were on the ground, ripped to pieces.

However, that didn't stop Anna from keeping the pistol trained on the guy. He finally collapsed into a sitting position, fixed on shallow breaths.

She saw fresh blood on him, but no wounds. He, like Manfred, had strangely-shaped pupils. His were pointed at the top and bottom. The hollowness therein made her hesitate what to ask. It was even more morbid when he leaned his head into the barrel.

"Pull the trigger. There's no point going on," Ashem grunted. He closed his eyes and accepted death.

Anna raised an eyebrow and retracted the gun, "No. I won't waste a bullet on somebody who's already halfway out the door. Besides, I have to save them for the people I'm looking for."

Anna put the gun away and staked out the area. There were plenty of noises all around. Ashem studied her at the same time. He wondered, "Save them for people?"

"Cops have their hands full, or things have their hands full of cops," Anna cracked a grin at the thought. She gave the dying man her manifesto, "Looks like the world is going tits up. I'm taking advantage of the opportunity to kill those who fucked me over."

"You sound like a criminal" Ashem said half-heartedly. When Anna didn't respond with anything but a knowing glare, he nearly swallowed his tongue, "Oh..."

"You a local?"

Ashem became far more reserved, but answered nonetheless, "Yeah, born and raised."

"You want to help a girl out? I have motherfuckers I want found, but I don't know Hansel too well. It'll give you a reason to live, too."

Ashem hung his head, "I don't know. I just went through the worst day of my life."

Anna squatted and forced him to look at her, "Obviously, look around. Everyone else is, too. Nobody gives a shit. You endure or you die. Now, I lost my ride a blink ago, and I've seen what those things can do. Nobody can make it alone. Hell, I'll help you kill people you hate. You scratch my back, I scratch yours."

She didn't have to be a zombie or a monster. This woman scared Ashem, "Really?"

"As long as they deserve it."

Ashem digested her words for a moment. Everything at the college went down the drain because of one person. The man who dared lay hands on him. Who killed Samantha. Who was friends with the fat bastard that set him on fire.

Anna didn't get an answer right away, so she shrugged and ditched the lost soul. That's when he spoke up, "Theodore Black."

Ashem forced his way to his feet. His body ached from the aerial fight and crash after the flying creature flew him halfway across town. Yet, a new fire burned in his eyes, "He tossed my swim team out of safety and let them be eaten alive. He sexually assaulted Penelope, a very good friend of mine. And when I caught the bastard in the act, he framed me and turned our group against me. Worst of all, I'll never forgive him for killing my girlfriend right in front of my eyes!"

Anna nodded slowly, though remained apathetic. She wasn't lying about nobody caring, "Sounds like you've already endured. Let's find these assholes and make them pay."

"I'm with you," Ashem embraced the goal. Anna gave a firm nod and started walking. It gave him a chance to check her out in the old-fashioned dress. His appetite increased, "So, are you Bonnie and I'm Clyde?"

It erupted like a geyser of energy through Anna's body. She spun in time to see Ashem eyeballing her ass. She pressed the tire iron to his neck and pinned him to the wall. He let out a gag, but quieted at the fury before him.

"Everything I am is off limits. If I ever get a whiff of you trying anything, I will rip your goddamn heart out," Anna hissed beneath the monster he summoned.

"Okay, okay! It was a joke!" Ashem turned back into his weaselly self.

"Not to me! I don't fuck with that," Anna released Ashem. The energy subsided and she marched on.

Ashem held his throat, and for a brief moment, his pupils flared up, "Loud and clear."

***

Anna's notoriety started its rise. Her and Ashem avoided direct conflicts. They became vultures who pillaged the weakened and borrowed from the dead. Any scuffles or fights were with smaller or less equipped groups. If a problem was too big for them to approach, they'd lure groups of zombies to said problem. They busted windows and opened back doors to help speed up the process.

In total, Anna killed well over a hundred zombies and twenty survivors by the end of the first week. None of which were whom she sought; as far as she knew.

Ashem did less than that. He acted more as a lookout, pack mule, and advisor to Anna. He was in his twilight years, so she didn't blame the guy. Ashem relied on her rather than exposing his other form. He pulled his weight when it mattered; seven zombies finished and two people killed. They never did find Theodore.

They also accumulated munitions from salvaged military convoys and police deployments. This went under the radar at first, but after they brought a horde of zombies down on a triage unit, photographs of them skulking about surfaced in the active military circles.

Anna Lisa Peck's name floated amongst officer lips. Ashem was flagged as a lackey, with no previous criminal record.

Around this time, Lord Haruta's name entered the rumor mill. Him and his Freaks were so prominent in their takeover that they made everybody's lives a living hell. Uttermost, the military's presence weakened and the police force was completely dismantled. Anna and Ashem weren't able to be vultures with terrifying monsters roaming about.

They needed to change up their tactics. Ashem hatched an idea.

A small group of survivors chilled outside a grocery market. They sported rugged attire, with leather vests, torn pants, and boots made for stomping. Their hairstyles spoke to a punk or wild aesthetic, with mohawks, long waves, and spikes. Bats, pipes, and spare handguns were their weapons of choice.

Two of the bikers went inside to scrounge up anything not yet looted. The other two lounged on their bikes. One sat alone, his view skybound for any aerial surprises. The second had his arms hooked around two women. These ladies were well underdressed, but wore fashion indicative of exotic, tropical heat. Their short shorts had a half skirt attachment, and their tube tops complimented their sexy bodies and underboob exposure. Their makeup sparkled with glitter and gloss.

The murmuring and sly groping coming from the second biker and ladies bugged the first. When the second biker dove his hand under a tub top for a handful, the woman let out a playful giggle. The first biker finally spoke up, "Would you cut that out, Chance?!"

His brawny partner and the ladies perked up, but were less serious than him. Chance grinned, "What's the matter? We're just having fun. This is, like, our only 'chance'."

Chance made the pun for the ladies. All three of them cackled like idiots. His partner stayed stern, "If Juan finds out..."

Chance flipped on a dime and stopped laughing, "Who's gonna snitch, Robert?"

Robert's sternness strained under Chance's, "No, but if he finds out... you're cooked. All of us will."

Chance rubbed his stubble and thought. He spoke his mind, "Y'know, there's a reason we ask for the ladies to come help us with scavenging. Because we don't think the boss should be the only one getting pussy."

"He shares..." Robert sounded even smaller for the admittance.

"When he feels like it. Fran, Renee, I think our friend is overstressed," Chance nudged the girls towards Robert.

Fran and Renee strutted over, allowing their half skirts to flap behind them and give even more leg to visually explore.

"It wouldn't be our fault if the girls wanted to start making out in front of us."

Fran and Renee went to their knees before Robert. They pulled each other close and began a heated, sloppy makeout. Their breasts kept docking and undocking.

Robert's bulge became evident, a mere foot from the women.

"And... it wouldn't be their fault if a prick happened to fall between them while they were macking. Stuff just happens naturally," Chance spoke coyly.

Robert couldn't take his eyes off the babes he and so many more of the gang enjoyed watching at Shangri Lagoon. He'd seen every angle of Renee's ass when she danced the poles. His fantasies could become reality.

"Fuck it," Robert undid his pants. He quickly flopped out his growing erection and inserted it between the anticipating women. Gleeful at the sight of it, they double teamed the head with dual kissing. They drew saliva across the whole thing, teasing and tickling it with vigor.

"That's what I'm talking about, man. Take your time. It's the difference between us and the undead perverts out here. We humans need quality time together," Chance winked at his friend. "But you'll have to wrap up when Raymond and Wes get done."

"Okay..." Robert uttered. Fran brought the head in and helped remove the built up fluids. Renee delved to one of the testicles and kneaded it with delicate lip service.

The girls cared for Robert like they cared for a lover. Fran eventually joined Renee at the balls and suckled them with her. The eager cock bounced over their foreheads.

A half-full duffel bag landed behind the motorcycles. The sound made Robert and the girls jump up in fright. Chance swirled around and reached for his handgun, but stopped all motion with a Walther P38 aimed right at him. Anna, wearing a leotard and loose cargo pants, glared the group down. Ashem, with a police baton and a trench coat, didn't project aggression.

"Sorry for interrupting, but we'd like to call a business meeting," Ashem acted as the mouthpiece.

"How the hell did you sneak up on us?!" Fran wiped her mouth. She and Renee stayed behind Robert, who was tucking away and buttoning up as fast as humanly possible.

"Caught you with your pants down. It's pretty easy," Ashem blamed them.

"Who the hell are you?" Chance said with the stance of a tempered bear. Anna and him were locked in glares.

"A couple of survivors interested in Shangri Lagoon," Ashem stepped forth. "We know you and your gang are held up there, and are capable enough against the zombies. We'd like to work together."

"By sneaking up and pointing a gun at us," Chance shifted his feet.

"To show we're capable," Anna dared him to move.

"Holy shit..." Robert had put himself together and looked at their ambushers. He gawked at Anna, "Those eyes, the German pistol... dude, this is Anna Lisa."

"Anna Lisa? The psycho bitch?" Chance's intensity mixed with caution.

"Are any of them Theodore?" Anna asked Ashem.

"Nope. You'd know if I couldn't contain myself," Ashem assured.

The store front opened and two individuals walked out with multiple, plastic bags filled with supplies. One was Raymond, while the other was a dark-skinned man with a durag, plain t-shirt, dark vest, and heavy jeans. The two of them were quite alerted by Anna and Ashem's appearance.

"We step away for five seconds..." Raymond grumbled.

Durag kept moving forward. When he passed the motorcycles and his group, he handed Chance and Robert thr groceries. Anna switched her aim to him. He gave a small pause and held his hands forward to distill any unnecessary violence.

"Easy now. If you need to shoot anybody, it should be me," durag calmly said.

Name: Wes Linwitts

Height: 5'10 Weight: 168lbs Age: 32

Hair: Short cornrows and beard

Body: Average and slender

"We don't want blood," Ashem met Wes halfway. He gingerly offered a hand while letting his second hang in the air to show peace.

Wes didn't shake the offered hand, but high-fived Ashem's peace hand. It confused the former coach, but made Wes smirk, "Give us a good reason to listen to what you want."

Anna lowered the pistol and nodded to the bag, "Open it."

Wes signaled to Raymond, who kneeled over and unzipped it. Taken aback, he fanned the mouth open to show a small collection of firearms. Automatics, mainly. None of them were loaded.

"That's a small portion of what we've collected from all the dead in Hansel. You let us into the lagoon, help us out, and the rest are yours," Ashem explained.

"Help with what? Stayin' alive?"

"We're looking for specific people, but we need a better place to hold up," Anna told them.

Wes evaluated his group's reactions. There was hunger in their eyes and a spark of excitement. Wes laughed a little and said, "We'll take you to our boss, Juan. I think he'll like what you have to say."

"No funny business," Ashem warned.

"Same to you," Wes finally shook his hand in a truce.

Anna and Ashem didn't have a vehicle. They preferred moving on foot. They loaded up in the gang's car along with the groceries and weapons. Wes and Raymond let the two anarchists in the backseat. Wes used the rearview mirror to keep an eye on Anna. Each time he peeked, her glare drilled right into him.

"Do you have to stare at me like that?" Wes wondered.

"She does that," Ashem grinned.

"What changed out there that you need to join us?" Raymond asked as if he already had the answer.

"The Freaks, primarily. We saw what they do to people, dragging them away to who-knows-where. All the rumors you've heard are true; they're monsters," Ashem explained.

"Sounds like we have a common enemy," Wes adjusted his body uncomfortably. "We've heard of them, but we don't want to run. Hansel is our home, dammit. Either the military pulls up their britches, or we protect it ourselves."

Shangri Lagoon rested a few miles southward, away from the college and prison. It was an adult's tavern loved by the locals and fishermen alike. It had a large patio that welcomed freshly parked visitors.

Anna spotted two guys out front as a means of patrol. Aside from that, they only had a few cars scattered about for defense.

"Your defenses are lacking. The Freaks would bulldoze right through you," Anna stated.

Wes grimaced and checked the barebones location, "Yeah, preaching to the choir, sister. I've tried convincing the boss we need more options. He sleeps on it."

"You have ideas?"

"A few. If we can get our hands on some heavy machinery and materials, we could have more than just one side covered. The sharks are good at keeping everybody off our backs, though," Wes parked near the handicap ramp.

"Sharks?" Ashem narrowed his eyes.

"They look like sharks," Raymond shrugged. He and Wes had a chuckle as they exited the vehicle.

Anna and Ashem followed the group inside. Chance placed himself relatively close to Anna. They exchanged their disgruntlement.

The Shangri Lagoon combined adult entertainment with meadery magic, fresh fish dishes, and a cozy atmosphere. There were two stories. The upper floor contained most of the lounging, DJ booth, a small dancefloor, and a bar. Each section had its own table and a pole for professionals to spin, contort, and perform. The lower floor would be considered the sports bar, with a roundabout bar in the center and mood seating. No poles to interact with, but the walls were interspersed with opaque windows. Backlighting cast deep shades of orange, green, and blue onto dancers within, giving a sexy silhouette to fawn over.

The lower floor contained more than two dozen people. Ashem raised a curiosity to Wes, "All of your gang live in the club?"

Wes, distracted by how everyone seemed focused elsewhere, responded, "There's only twelve of us. The rest were employees who worked here or are survivors left behind. We use the neighboring apartment complex, Haven."

"Less than half? With no defenses?"

"I toldja..."

The club would have greeted the return of Wes and the others if it weren't for something happening in the back. Each time Wes slid by people to see the attention-grabbing scene, he was met with a dap, hand grasp, or should pat. The guy was genuinely liked.

The lower backside was a key feature of Shangri Lagoon. A pair of stairs dipped onto a decorative dock right on the waterfront. From the set up, it looked like people could jet ski or bring in small boats and dine on the water. There was even a large fueling tank in the left corner by the stairs. Nets, buoys, hooks, and fishing decorations brought the docks' theme together. One could surmise that Shangri Lagoon was a renovated boathouse.

A large man lorded over a young teenager at the edge of the docks. He sported broad arms and legs, a wide gait, and a cueball head.

"They tell me you were caught breaking the kitchen window. Is that true?" the living mountain said with a surprisingly leveled voice.

A mother off to the side, racked by cries and sobs, pleaded for forgiveness. The teenager, on the other hand, acted tough and crossed his arms, "Don't snitches get stitches, bro?"

The mountain raised his roots and struck the teenager with a kick. The force knocked him clear off the docks. The mother screamed for her child.

The kid in the water scrambled for a ledge. However, something with albino white skin and a wide, razor sharp maw burst from the water and bit into his face and neck. His shriek drew short when four other aquatic creatures of the same kind wrestled him into the depths like monstrous, human-sized piranhas.

"Guess you need more than stitches, punk," the mountain grinned and chortled.

Name: Juan Cecena

Height: 6'1 Weight: 214lbs Age: 40

Hair: Smooth dome, handlebar moustache

Body: A wall of muscle and fat

The mother watched her son be consumed before her eyes. She couldn't even scream anymore, gripped by shock and horror. Only a few bikers watched on with twisted satisfaction, but the rest, including other survivors, couldn't stomach seeing a fifteen-year-old die like that.

"Those must be the sharks," Ashem watched the massacre.

After the sharks settled in the water, a smear of red and bony chunks remained. Just below the surface, multiple pairs of white, pupil-less eyes and murky silhouettes stared up at Juan.

The mother broke down and wailed. It pleased Juan. He ushered to his gang, "Take her away. Let her tell Haven what happens when you fuck with our home."

The grieving mother was escorted out of the club. Juan waddled along, but diverted his attention to Wes. The two hugged. Juan met Anna's glare. His brow furrowed, but Wes introduced, "Boss, this is Anna Lisa Peck. Anna, this is our boss, Juan Cecena."

Juan recognized the name, but held a scowl, "Anna Lisa? The vulture stealing from the military?"

"The one," Anna nodded.

Wes showed Juan the duffel bag of weapons and Anna's offer. The boss wanted the upstairs cleared for privacy. Wes and others went to prep. Juan properly greeted Anna, "Welcome to Shangri Lagoon, our little home away from home. You're the reason the military isn't rolling through yet."

"They were struggling to begin with," Anna dismissed her role.

"Hmm, and that's making all of our lives harder. Teaming up is a big risk, if they get this shit under control."

"We've all seen the devestation. The Freaks are a greater threat," Anna reckoned.

"Maybe... come on, let's talk," Juan led. On the way, he hooked his trunk-thick arms around Fran and Renee, who were flirting with Robert. He brought them close and forced them to walk with him, "How's it been, chicas? Did you enjoy some fresh air?"

Fran and Renee feigned smiles. They didn't look at Juan at all, but instead kept their eyes cast down. They expressed how happy they'd been riding around in soft mutters. When Juan asked if any of his men made moves on them, they promised nobody touched them.

Anna whispered to Ashem, "Distraction."

Her partner-in-crime nodded and searched for something or someone to victimize.

"Good!" Juan laughed. He kept the women wrangled all the way up the stairs.

Robert, dejected, watched with jealousy. Chance patted his friend on the shoulder, "Another time, buddy."

"Excuse me," Ashem diverted to the two bikers, instead of following Anna and Juan. "I don't know how long these talks will take, but I need to use the restroom. Can you point me the way?"

Since Robert mulled over his life choices, Chance nodded, "Yeah, it's by the kitchen. Come on."

"Oh! You don't have to escort me."

"Yeah, right. You don't get free reign of the place just like that," Chance headed to the first floor. Ashem let out a nervous laughter, but sneered when Chance passed by.

Anna headed to the second floor with Juan. Four of his goons were ahead of them and murmuring thoughts and opinions. Wes and a small posse stood guard at the bottom of the stairs.

When Anna started up, she felt a hand grab her Walther out from her waistband. She pivoted as quickly as a bullet. She caught the thief by the throat with a tight grip and puncturing nails. It was Wes, who gagged and flinched.

The biker gang took offensive stances with their weapons, ready to pounce on her. However, Wes held up a hand and waved them back. He squeezed his words through her chokehold, "Easy, easy! No weapons in meetings, Anna. Helps keep talks nonlethal."

Anna scarred Wes with a deadly luminescence. She glanced up at Juan and his goons. Indeed, they didn't have any weapons. She let go of Wes, but her nails left imprints. She warned him, "I'm taking that back when I come down."

"It'll be here waiting for you," Wes promised.

Anna ascended to the top floor. Her overreaction put the place on edge, but they carried on with a veneer of caution. Juan's men took up random tables and counterspace; they surrounded the center. Juan lounged on a central, long couch. He ordered the women, "Chains on."

The joy was sapped away from Fran and Renee. They kneeled down to chains and shackles jimmied to the tables. They put them on like collars.

"You chain them up?" Anna hated what she saw.

"Kinky, right?" Juan smirked. He snapped his fingers. The women automatically leaned on his legs and caressed his thighs. Anna remained standing, arms crossed. He explained, "When shit got real, we were the only thing standing between the club workers and cannibalism. So, we took charge, gave them safety, and we call the shots."

Anna's stoicism melded with her disgust, "You chain them up?"

Juan let out a cowardly sigh, "Aah, you're going to make me say it? Whores are only good for one thing."

One of Juan's men from the bar brought over a tray with tequila and shot glasses. When he laid it on the table before Juan, he snapped at Fran. She went to pour him and Anna a shot. He grabbed Renee's chain and yanked her farther up his leg. He positioned his knee to push up and part her breasts, which strained her tube top. Even though she looked uncomfortable, her hands explored the growing lump at his groin.

"Would you like some?" Juan had Fran hand him his shot, which he swigged.

"Talk first. Drink later," Anna rudely refused.

Juan jittered from the tequila, but stayed spirited, "Have it your way. Then, let's get down to brass tacks."

"I'm looking for people. I have a list," Anna held out a folded piece of paper. "We give you supplies, you let us crash here, and we search for these people."

"That's... not what I expected," Juan raised his eyebrows. "After we find these individuals, what then?"

"I'll be on my way. Granted, there is a good chance none of them are in Hansel, but I won't stop looking until every stone is turned," Anna displayed her determination. "Ashem might stay, but that's none of my business."

"Hmm, no strings attached," Juan couldn't argue.

"You help us, we help you," Anna simplified.

"I suppose we can't just sit in this club and the Haven apartments twiddling our thumbs. Especially if nobody is coming to save us. However..." Juan yanked Fran over. She landed like Renee and stroked the length of his member. He noted, "You don't seem like the type to take orders. I have an entire gang and business of people to overwatch. They depend on my leadership and strength."

"I do better work alone. I ran with the Belledantes, as well as a few families in Los Amar," Anna presented her resume.

Juan's eyes flashed with familiarity, "No fucking kidding? That explains a lot. Are you telling me you'd take orders from me and be right as rain?"

Anna lowered her arms and approached the table. She circled around, making sure to saunter and let her hips sway, "I know game when I see it, cabrón. I expect respect and fair treatment. No chains or bullshit."

Anna's proximity made Juan stand. It forced Fran and Renee to fall to the wayside on the couch. The guy shadowed Anna in an eclipse. She purposely stared at his bulge.

"Game recognizing game. I can get behind that," Juan smirked. She successfully stroked his pride.

"Sounds like talks are over. Mind if I get a drink?" Anna faced the table. Her ass was inches from Juan's teased member.

"Take it slow, chica. You don't want to spill anything," Juan couldn't take his eyes off her. He loved how her leotard drew the eyes down to her curvaceous bottom.

Downstairs, Ashem and Chance entered the restrooms; a few urinals and two stalls. Chance posted up next to the door when Ashem went to a urinal.

Ashem grumbled, "Seriously, dude? I can't piss if you're watching."

"I can watch people piss all day," Chance refused to leave.

Ashem mumbled in frustration, "Easy for a cuck."

"What'd you say?"

"We saw you next to your motorcycle. You let the other guy just have those sluts. You were fully prepared to watch some other guy fuck your women," Ashem taunted.

Chance closed in with clenched fists, "Those aren't sluts, you prick. And yeah, I don't mind seeing my friend happy. The fuck is wrong with you?"

"Getting too close will give you cock envy, cuck."

Chance growled and attacked. He slammed Ashem's head into the tiled wall. He grabbed him by the scruff and hoisted him against the closest stall, "You and Anna really piss me off! I'm going to kick your ass, motherfucker!"

Blood trailed out of Ashem's forehead. It branched at his nose. When it reached his lips, he licked it up, "I got a thing for restrooms..."

Ashem's body bulged out and became far heavier. Chance dropped him the moment his skin tore and fur grew out in its place. Ashem's heft and size increased substantially in his werewolf form.

Chance gawked in horror, "What the fuck?! You're a Fr..."

Ashem's claw went through Chance's neck like butter. Blood splattered and the man gargled the rest of his words. He fell backwards towards the door. He tried to reach it, but Ashem grabbed an arm and flung him through both stalls. The breaking and snapping of wood, metal, and porcelain echoed like a shotgun.

The struggle was heard by the whole club. A pause to listen was punctuated by a demonic howl. It shook everybody, but then Ashem's human voice shouted, "HELP!"

Wes and his men charged the restrooms. Juan and his men glanced at the stairs with troubled looks. Anna continued to pour her drink.

"I hope your friend isn't causing any trouble," Juan said to Anna.

"He isn't my friend. Just a meat bag. A means to an end. I'm sure you understand," Anna gazed at his chained up servants. She tilted back and brushed her butt against him.

It redirected Juan from the chaos below. He couldn't help himself. He grinned, cocked an open hand, and spanked Anna. It made her drop her tequila and broke the glass. Anna made a sharp inhale and braced on the table, bent over. Juan groped the spanked spot, "Haha, yeah? I hope you like it rough, chica."

Anna spun faster than Juan could react. With a shard of glass in hand, she slit open his throat. The quick motion stunned him and his distracted gang. When Juan went to talk, blood gushed out of the wound and sprayed Anna. He fell to his knees, feebly clutching the wound as if to seal it up. His eyes were saucers and bloodshot. He stared up at the low-lit murderer.

"Useless pig," Anna snarled. She shoved his face sideways and he toppled over the table. His dead weight buckled and broke it, loosening the chains.

Juan's men took to their feet. All of them reached into their footwear and pulled out concealed knives.

Fran and Renee didn't even scream; they were stunned silent. They were too scared to do anything in the situation.

"Pick up the chains," Anna told Fran and Renee. They went from fearing the violence to seeing a fearless woman. She glared at all four armed figures and held the shard of glass up, "Fight like this is your last chance to live."

Downstairs, Wes and his men looked upon the ruined men's room. A large hole led outside, some debris still falling. Amidst the destroyed stalls were Ashem and Chance. Chance lied atop a stall door that pinned Ashem. The middle-aged man had claw marks along his side. He pleaded, "Help me! Something attacked us!"

Chance was moved and Ashem rescued. The rest of them swarmed outside to try and find the Freak.

"What was it?" Wes asked after telling a horrified Robert to go fetch medical supplies from the tavern kitchen. The claw marks weren't too deep, but would definitely leave a scar.

"I don't fucking know! This huge scaley thing broke through the wall. It rampaged and nearly fuckin' killed me. Then he saved me, but..." Ashem looked at the motionless Chance.

"Goddamn it..." Wes gritted his teeth and held his fallen brother's hand. "A Freak must have followed us. Dammit!"

More commotion sounded from inside the club, from the second floor. Yells, grunts, and screams flowed into the restroom while Robert held it open.

"Now what?!" Wes left Ashem to Robert and the medicine. He bolted with a few others to the second floor.

The heaviest breathing came from Fran and Renee. They tugged on opposite ends of a chain tied around a biker's neck. They made his eyes bulge, face turn purple, and tongue dangle out like a fish. He was already dead.

Anna sat on one of the tables, a pair of stolen knives in each hand. Blood and bruises covered her terrifying visage. The ones she fought didn't breathe anymore. A vertical gash from one of the knives marked her left shoulder.

Wes and the gang didn't know how to react to the visceral scene. The sight of Juan dead in a puddle of his own blood was surreal to them.

"Wes!" Anna barked. Exhaustion lied beneath, right under the deadly exertion. He didn't respond, but he looked at her like a beckoned pet. She asked, "You said you had ideas to make this place more defendable?"

"Y-Yeah..."

"Make it happen. Do what you need to do to keep your people safe," Anna connected with intent.

Wes remained shaken, but anger did not take him. Juan's selfish hardheadedness never helped them. Chance died due to the lack of defenses. Renee and Fran held one another - free from captivity. The woman who frightened authorities made it all happen. It wasn't graceful, but Wes nodded, "Can do."

"Raymond!"

"Yes, ma'am?" Raymond piped up from behind Wes.

"Toss all the chains in the club away. Nobody's to be held against their will," Anna strolled over to Juan's corpse. She called for Fran and Renee to help her. The three women shouldered the mountain, carried him over to the second floor balcony, and threw him over. The rest of the club let out gasps and shouts.

"Listen up!" Anna belted over the bedlam. "Shangri Lagoon is a paradise? It's a piece of shit, wood-rotting dump. You're all sitting ducks for the Freaks. It's time things changed."

An older gang member with a formidable chin strap beard asked, "You killed our boss?"

"Yes, pretty fucking easy. Dumb prick drooled all over the place like a high school virgin. Survival of the fittest, my ass," Anna threw salt on the wound.

The other survivors murmured amongst themselves. They stared up at Anna with shock and wonder.

"We don't know when or if the authorities will come. We don't know when the Freaks will expand and reach us. Like it or not, we're on our own. Wes will lead from now on. We're going to build a place worth dying for. Walls, weapons, training, care, you name it. We'll have it all," Anna finished her speech. The blood from her gash dripped off her chin and to the floor.

There weren't any immediate objections. The same old member from before crowed, "You can't just do that! You killed the man we believed in! Juan did so much for us!"

"Quin, he helped us only when it benefited him," Wes stayed grounded. Or maybe he liked Juan being dead more than alive, "I get he made us who we are today, but he let the power go to his head."

"I don't care!" Quin accused. His emotions boiled over, "Loyalty and respect is what we're built on! She's a conniving whore who walked in all 'Oh! Hi, look at me! Lookie here!'"

Quin paraded around, gesturing like a big tittied idiot. Anna's response struck his core, "What are you going to do about it?"

It made Quin stop and glare up at her. She said it with such condescension. He grumbled, "Well, I'm gonna kick your ass!"

Anna flipped one of the knives up in her hand and then threw it at Quin. The blade pierced the floor between his feet. She nodded, "I'm waiting."

Quin didn't move. Sweat built up on his forehead as his nerves slowly worked up. He took a glimpse around. Not a soul wanted to pick that fight. They knew Anna Lisa before she arrived; now they knew her in person.

Quin lowered his head and submitted. Anna didn't actually care if she got the loyalty and respect he spoke on, but she needed a place to stay.

Symbolically, she held an upturned hand out to Wes. He dropped her Walther into the palm as a sign of respect.

Ashem limped out of the restroom with Robert. The two bloodied partners nodded to each other's success.

The following couple of days were the busiest for those of Shangri Lagoon. Anna did not lead, but instead gave the floor to Wes, as promised. He fit the role, almost as if Juan was never the de facto leader. The Haven Apartments were given a lot of attention. Everyone received a place to call their home. Boarding windows, setting up groups to patrol, and weapons training were the main chores thereafter.

Anna eventually went with Wes and the rest of the bikers to secure the leagues of armaments she and Ashem collected. She went into great detail about her tactics and how to maneuver safely through Hansel.

While there, Quin and two others jumped Anna when she was alone. Wes found their bodies mangled at the bottom of a set of stairs. Though Anna sported new bruises and fresh scrapes, she ignored the kills and finished the job.

Anna's reputation solidified after the incident. The Lagoon entertainers were grateful to her, the bikers were amicable, and survivors were thankful Wes led the efforts, seeing Anna as more of an attack dog. Whoever it was, though, always had fear of the violent felon.

Ashem, on the other hand, became a central figure in the changes. He lent a hand in renovating Haven and charming the survivors. He promoted his coaching status and was given the reins when it came to workouts and ration distribution. He became a personal beacon of encouragement, purpose, and survival.

Weapons training gave Shangri Lagoon a sharper edge against the apocalypse. Anna and Wes made sure the bikers were up to snuff with the heavier weaponry. Ashem, meanwhile, favored helping the non-bikers with handguns and melee combat. He favored connecting with the younger crowd; probably due to his coach background.

A military convoy moved through downtown Hansel, clearing roads of debris and undead, all the while seeking survivors. A scouting team went to survey Shangri Lagoon, but never reported back. The loss of the scouting team made traversal precarious. The convoy were eventually swarmed by zombies and eliminated. It helped that Anna and some of the bikers took to the rooftops and downed the more heavily armed soldiers.

Survivors across Hansel learned about such tactics, Anna, and Shangri Lagoon. Though Anna and Ashem never found their targets, they allowed the survivors to stay or leave. They tended to leave.

These survivors were also never heard from again.

***

One evening, Anna and Wes took inventory. They used a storage shed next to the club, previously designed to store boats for winter. The warm beams of orange from the sun filled the room. Anna worked on loading magazines for weapons. Wes used a clipboard and pen to record the stock.

"Your boys seemed to have shaken their nerves after our little scuffle," Anna made small talk in the quiet shack.

"To be fair, you were asking us to attack the military. That's not a small task," Wes chuckled. He poked his pen to the paper, processing, "They barely put up a fight. It's like they were as scared as we were..."

"The world's gone down the drain. They're foot soldiers being sent by the old and powerful, who stay in their bunkers and towers, into a place straight out of a horror movie. You'd be stupid not to be scared."

"You don't seem scared."

"I have fears. It's why I keep going," Anna sternly put a magazine down. On that note, she asked, "How's everyone adjusting?"

"You don't know what you have until it's gone," Wes chuckled. "I never noticed how much work we did compared to Juan. Yet we never really got anywhere. It was his gang, his life, his way. Now, it feels like we can do anything we want."

"That's good."

"They're happier now more than ever," Wes smiled. "Granted, lots of that is because they have relationships with the tenants and club workers. Getting off helps a guy feel fulfilled."

"And you?"

"What do you mean?"

"You've checked me out three times today," Anna peered over her shoulder. On point, Wes had been staring. He diverted the moment he was caught.

"Sorry, I don't really have anybody like that..." Wes said, feeling lonely. Her acknowledgement, and perhaps the successful operations, made him feel bold, "Y'know, I haven't seen you with anybody. You and I have some time to kill in here."

Anna finished loading an M4, spun around, and fired a shot past Wes's head. He ducked and covered under his clipboard. He peeked out to see Anna bench the firearm. After sliding on Claire's blazer over the tank top she wore, she headed for the door, "Poor choice of words. Finish up here and don't waste anymore time."

"You can just say no," Wes grunted defensively. "Look, Anna, you can't keep acting like that. Everyone is afraid of you."

"I'll keep that in mind," Anna stepped out of the shed. Wes sighed and muttered his disapproval.

Night was upon Shangri Lagoon. Anna inspected the parking lot and Haven. She nodded to the patrol she passed, comforted by the shotguns they held.

She spotted Ashem entering Haven with a muted blonde, curly haired young lady. She was a volunteer who Ashem coached. Based on their body language, Ashem was about to earn a little more than respect. He spanked her butt when she stepped through the threshold, which drew a yelp and giggle from her.

What irked Anna was how young she appeared; she couldn't be any older than twenty. Ashem was far less weaselly. He seemed to have a boost of confidence from his new position.

"Everybody has somebody..." Anna found it ironic after what Wes said.

Anna entered Shangri Lagoon. Ambient electronica hummed vibes in the warm atmosphere. Survivors enjoyed time together under the neon lights and dark corners. Couples cuddled and lounged, entertainers performed to a sea of adulations, and people unwinded via drunk dances.

Their hard work earned them a night away from the apocalypse.

A moderate set of new faces meandered about. Their clothes were raggedy and their skin coated in sweat or dirt. Anna found Raymond nearby and asked, "Who are the new people?"

"Oh, hey, Ms. Peck. Their the homeless from around Hansel. Natalie brought them here," Raymond watched with mild amusement.

"Who's Natalie?"

"Girl with the pink hair. A fire in a world so cold," Raymond pointed down at the docks, at a truly bizarre sight.

Natalie sat on the ledge, precariously dangling her legs over the water. However, she tossed food scraps to the sharks. She spoke to them as they ravaged the free meal. The monsters who had their fill were delighted, shown by their happy bobs above the surface. Out of the murky depths, they resembled piranha-like humans, with droopy skin, sunken eyes, and rows of flayed, needle-like teeth. Their smiles were absolutely terrifying.

Natalie and the sharks laughed in unison.

Raymond explained, "She used to work here, but she ran when Juan took charge. It's because of her that he used the chains."

Natalie and Fran darted from the bottom floor up to the second floor. They dashed up like a couple of rambunctious adolescents. Natalie waved at Anna and Robert, but didn't want to lose the race.

Anna didn't budge, but instead made a checklist of all the potential threats. None of them had weapons. Some looked useful if trained.

The mic on the DJ booth was tested. Natalie's voice boomed over the speakers, "Hello? Hello? Hi, everyone! I haven't done this in a while, so forgive me if I sound a bit rusty. Grab somebody you know and bring the lights down."

The atmosphere shifted. Music started to play. It was the karaoke version of 'Goodlife' by Agnes. Natalie filled in the vocals.

Natalie sang from her heart. The song itself was a celebration of achieved happiness and connectivity. The club workers snuggled into the arms of those they found comfort with. Bikers swayed and looked more civil than ever. Love permeated from held hands, locked lips, and tangled legs.

Anna shuffled by the swaying bodies cluttering the club. She made her way upstairs. Upon arriving, the performance stopped Anna in her tracks.

In the crescendo of the song, Anna and Natalie locked eyes. The singer's unconquerable smile was captivating. Tears of genuine joy flowed down her rosy cheeks. A rising tide of emotions overcame Anna; nobody had ever looked at her that way.

The song faded and the applause came. Natalie blushed and did little bows. Renee tiptoed up on stage and gave Natalie a kiss on the cheek. They said a few things and Renee took over as disc jockey. The club vibes settled in and people became lost in flesh, drink, and dance once more.

Anna grabbed a drink from the side bar. Weird things were going on in her head. She downed the mojito she ordered in no time flat.

Natalie skated up next to Anna and nearly gave her a heartattack. She shined at the barkeep, "Two Lost Horizon margaritas, good sir!"

Anna stared, bewildered. Natalie didn't even acknowledge Anna until she started beating her index fingers on the bar like a drummer. When their eyes glanced each other, Anna awkwardly looked ahead.

"Hey, I'm Natalie," a peppy greeting was given.

Anna cleared her throat, "Anna."

"I wanted to say thanks. For taking care of my friends and helping the bikers," Natalie took a seat and favored Anna. The margaritas were set in front of both of them.

"Yeah, well, Juan had it coming," Anna accepted the drink. She sipped deliberately with her guard up. The tastes of apple and apricot touched her taste buds.

"He was a big problem. I like what you've done with the place. Better vibes than before," Natalie joined the sip team.

"Mhmm... why'd you bring the homeless here?" Anna distracted herself from Natalie's bubbliness.

"As a vagabond, they are my people. Some of them weren't homeless when this all started. Their shanties were being busted up by Haruta and his friends, so I figured I'd bring them here. I reckon I made the right call," Natalie blushed.

"What if you didn't?" Anna swirled her cocktail's straw. "What if I'm using everybody for my own selfish needs? Like Juan did?"

Natalie glanced about, "If this is what it looks like when you're using people, well, keep using them."

The bewilderment returned, "You are so strange."

Natalie giggled, "Then it's a good thing I like to stay on the move. It means I don't leave any stains."

"You're not staying?"

"Nah, I'll be gone in the morning. Tonight, I want to spend time right here, close to heaven," Natalie finished her drink. She licked the salt from the rim and open-mouth chewed on remaining ice.

Anna wrestled with some thoughts, "I envy that. Living so free and happy."

"Hmm, why don't you?"

"Because until I find certain people, I can't truly be," Anna tightened her grip on the margarita glass. Any tighter and it would shatter.

The music changed over to a future funk track, courtesy of the upbeat DJ. Natalie gasped with childish glee. It shattered Anna's gloom.

"Aw, shit, Renee! This is my favorite! Come on!" Natalie grasped Anna's hand.

"Woah! Wait a minute... dammit!" Anna stumbled along as to not be dragged across the dancefloor.

The house music crashed through the club like an addicting rhythm. Natalie let the music take her away with wild, fun swinging. Anna didn't do much at first, more stumped than anything. However, the more Natalie grooved with her, the more she relented. The lights flashed, their feet moved, and feelings were set ablaze.

When the music stilled before a drop, Natalie tugged Anna closer. They cinched and felt. Anna went beneath the vagabond's coat to hold her waist. Natalie cupped her hands on the lower back and behind the thigh. The temptress slipped past Anna's walls.

Anna asked while her lips were brushing Natalie's, "You'll be gone tomorrow morning, right?"

"Yes, ma'am," Natalie could tell how hard, cold, and distant the woman she fawned for was. Her whisper released the dopamine, "I'll take you to my paradise."

The two women darted by everyone and headed for the VIP suites on the first floor, opposite the restrooms and kitchen. The skater girl giggled all the way.

Wes chilled by the entrance and saw the women take a private room. His glare tailed Anna. Robert swiveled by and guided Wes away to celebrate with Renee and Fran.

Blue neon lined the ceilings and dark green illuminated the floor. A leafy canopy hovered over the cozy couches of the VIP suite. Vines draped down one wall, usable in the purposes of restraint and kinks. Box shelves on the other side displayed an array of sex toys and lube. Coupled with poles and well-placed mirrors to admire every angle, the suite made it easy for adults to be adults. The music outside beat on the walls. Right now, though, Anna and Natalie filled the room with fun gasps and inhales.

Anna wrapped her arms through the vine wall to hold herself up. Her blazer and Natalie's coat did their own mingling on a couch. Her pants and panties were at her ankles. Natalie nuzzled her face in the sweet spot. Her nose peeked over Anna's clit while eating her out. She pulled her hair back into a proper ponytail to stay out of the way.

Parting Anna made her breathe a grunt. Natalie's eyes smiled, since her mouth was too busy enjoying the treat.

Since Natalie worked below, Anna gave the one she loved some attention above. She raised her tank top and exposed her supple breasts. She fondled them with slight tweeks to the nipples. Natalie loved seeing the sensual mounds be teased from below.

The juices started to flow. Anna involuntarily grinded, nudging her pussy over Natalie's mouth and nose.

Natalie came up for air, only to beg, "Butter my face, mommy. I want your pussy to lick me wet."

"Mommy? Okay, weirdo..." Anna took control. She grabbed a hold of Natalie's ponytail. It caused the wild woman to moan and stick out her tongue. Mommy gave her what she wanted and smothered her with a juicy pussy.

Anna lost herself in the rush. The one she loved was projected on Natalie; as far as she was concerned, Anna pleasured Anna. She was about to burst. With the elation and pent up feelings, Anna's moans grew shallow and quick.

"Mmmph, fuck..." Anna vibrated. Natalie suckled on the honey. She shook a thumb over the clit for extra stimulation. Anna's body ebbed and writhed, with constant, deliberate grinding.

Natalie drew away, with a string of sweetness bridging the two. Anna made a mess of her, but they both loved it. The pink-haired wonder giggled, "Thank you, mommy. It was delicious."

Anna grabbed the back of Natalie's head and pulled her up. They made out; Anna wanted her woman's taste. Their lips and tongues danced to the distant music.

"Want to keep going?" Anna asked. She needed more.

Natalie reached into her skirt's pocket and took out a few condoms, "I can go all night, hun."

"Condoms?" the protection confused Anna. She glanced down at Natalie's groin. The oddity packed a bulge. Anna gawked, "You have one?"

"Yep, yep! Are you into them, or should I leave it where it is?" Natalie asked, aware of the trepidation.

"I mean, I like sleeping with women because of my preference, but... strap-ons are a thing," Anna glanced at the shelves of similar sex toys. She figured they may come into play, but Natalie had a homemade one.

Anna was compelled to at least look. She pulled on Natalie's skirt to peer in. A chubby cock hung out of a handcrafted loincloth. She even sported a pair, snugged by the primal underwear.

"I don't need it to show my appreciation," Natalie rubbed Anna's arm.

Anna liked how Natalie was willing to stay outside of the walls she had up, "No, it's okay. Just... let mommy set the pace."

"Mmm, okie..." Natalie took the submissive role.

Anna reached into the skirt and caressed Natalie's length. It drew an inhale from her, but they didn't say anymore. Mommy guided the good girl to kiss her neck.

Anna turned mischievous once she felt the warm excitement leak out, "Behave..."

Anna shoved Natalie towards a couch. The skater girl giggled and flopped over. Anna removed the rest of their clothes; sexy and slow for hers, domineering and forceful with Natalie.

Anna kneeled over Natalie's hips, so that her lower lips parted along Natalie's fat shaft. She grinded along it, driving Natalie crazy.

"Condom?" Natalie raised one up.

Anna slapped the contreception away. She then grasped Natalie by the jaw and lowered her face to hers, "We do it my way. You better not cum until I say so. Don't you dare disappoint me."

Natalie acted her part and grovelled, "I'll do my best. I promise not to be a useless loser."

Anna felt Natalie's racing heart in her cock. It thrummed on her clit.

Total control.

Anna let Natalie in. She gritted her teeth and furrowed her brow. Natalie gleefully gawked. She reached for Anna's thighs, but the boss slapped her hands away.

"Behave," Anna domineered. Natalie whined, but a threatening glare made her pipe down. Anna put her hands behind her head and started to grind and bounce. Her breasts swayed more and hypnotized Natalie. Wet plaps echoed from the meeting of flesh.

"Oh, mommy! That feels so good!" Natalie quivered. Anna grinned and plucked on both of their nipples. She bullied Natalie's with pinches. Natalie pleaded, "Spit in my mouth! I deserve it!"

Anna indulged when Natalie stuck her tongue out. It got a rise out of the skater, but Anna slapped her in the face. The spike of pain made Natalie gasp and moan. Her cock flared inside. Anna did it a couple more times, satisfying the woman's depraved kinks. Natalie bulged more and more, closing in on a climax.

"Uh uh..." Anna rose up enough for it to slip out. Natalie let out a hot cry, but Anna continued the torment, "Deal with it, slut. We have a lot more to go before you empty your balls."

"No, please! I need to! I've been a good girl!"

"Shut the fuck up," Anna cupped Natalie's face with both hands. She steadied her and dribbled out saliva. It poured into Natalie's gapping mouth. Anna dove in and made out, tongues wild.

Natalie held Anna's sides. The boss shoved them away. The need for touch and affection were driving Natalie up the wall. Her cock flexed along the crease of Anna's sublime ass.

Anna fished Natalie's tongue out. She sucked on it, drawing her lips back and forth. Natalie's mind swirled as much as her eyes did.

Anna detached and ran her fingers through her pussy lips. Coated, she shoved them into Natalie's mouth.

"Say 'thank you, mommy'," Anna smirked.

"Thank you, mommy," Natalie obeyed, suckling the fingers.

Anna ravaged the neck, then the breast, and then the nipple. Every tug on her fingers meant a latch of teeth on the teet. Natalie moaned, her bulbous prick bumping and tapping for re-entry.

"Please, please!" Natalie whined. "I can't take it any longer. I need to cum so bad. Please, let me cummm..."

Mommy chuckled like a sadistic mistress and stood up. She sneered, "Fuckin' pathetic."

"I am! I'm pathetic!" Natalie writhed.

"On your knees - now!"

Natalie fumbled off the couch and obeyed. Anna planted a foot on the edge of the furniture and exposed her wet pussy before her. Natalie stared and drooled.

"See this? You're going to worship it."

"I will! I will!" Natalie nodded frantically. She laced it with passionate kisses.

"If you can make her cum, I'll allow you to cum."

"For real?!"

Anna took Natalie's place on the couch, but she sat with her ass slightly over the edge. She lifted her legs and held them in a nearly perfect split. Her pussy flexed with excitement, "You better not go easy. Pound it like it owes you money."

Natalie scrambled to a stand and perched her girlcock upon Anna. The two girls took deep breaths. The cock slid in and made them both lose breath.

Anna expected a six horse-powered engine. Natalie instead went with a methodical cruise control. She let her thrusts drag back and forth. When she reached full plunge, that's when she popped her hips forward with immense force.

Anna swayed and glared. Natalie heaved and pleased. Their breasts flirted with occasional nipple brushes. Natalie's balls slapped against Anna's anus for a ticklish sensation.

"I need to cum... please..." Natalie made a funny, contorted face. The pressure below strained her will.

"I'm almost there..." Anna lost her domineering attitude. It melted away beneath the churning. Her cold, magenta eyes were fused with seduction. She hugged her legs around Natalie's frantic hips and made it impossible to pull out, "Don't you dare cum until you have permission. You'll ruin my life if you get me pregnant."

"Aw, man!" Natalie panicked. She even tried to pull out, but Anna had stronger legs. She pounded away to tip Anna over the edge. To help, Anna moved Natalie's hands onto her breasts. This brought all of Natalie's weight down. Her member abused Anna and splattered love juices all over the floor.

The breast squeeze, Natalie's feminine form, and a rock hard cock pushed it all out of Anna. She gripped the couch and convulsed. Her eyes rolled back as her pussy discharged on Natalie. It splashed out and shocked the skater.

"Aaah, I'm cumming!" Natalie cried. Anna's legs weakened enough for her to lean back and pull out. Splurts of cum fired across Anna's body. Natalie kept humping as the fat cock lurched. Anna opened her mouth after some of the cum hit her chin and lips. Most of it covered her stomach and pubic area.

The girls steadied and caught their breaths. They felt the heat from their groins touching.

"You made a mess..." Anna stared at the sizable load.

"Bro, that was intense..." Natalie closed in for the kill. She lapped her tongue over Anna's chin and mouth, collecting the cum. She slurped it up with a smile to boot.

"I didn't tell you to stop..." Anna pressed Natalie's head down. She made the big-cocked idiot lick up the rest. Natalie behaved like a good girl and cleaned mistress.

"Anything else, mommy?" Natalie acted subservient and weak.

Anna gestured her to return to her face. After she did, Anna gripped the cock and tugged it up next to her pussy. Anna inserted the cum-dribbling monster back in, "I said you could come. I didn't say we were done. You told me we had all night."

After an hour of play, the girls collapsed on the couch in exhaustion. All the cowgirl riding, throat swabbing, and dildo use tuckered them out. They cuddled into a spooning position, with Natalie as big spoon. She brushed Anna's hair as they lingered on the edge of sleep.

"Thank you..." Anna whispered, afraid somebody might hear. She was halfway to her dreams, where her walls were less fortified, "I don't normally let people this close. I had a lot of shit to work through, I guess."

"You're welcome," Natalie kissed Anna goodnight.

***

The next morning, Natalie stayed true to her word. Anna woke up alone in the VIP suite. Her feelings started to swirl.

The walls went back up.

When she picked up her blazer, she found something underneath. Natalie left her loincloth. It made Anna laugh, "Really?"

She pocketed it as a keepsake. She drank water, dressed, and abandoned the VIP suite.

Wes, Raymond, and Ashem were on the second floor. They were in the middle of discussions when Anna arrived.

Ashem greeted, chipper than usual, "Morning, sunshine! Did you sleep in the club?"

Wes snidely remarked, "It's almost lunchtime. Did you stay up late or something?"

Anna answered with scorn, "None of your business. What are we discussing?"

Ashem said, "I went scouting this morning. Found out that military convoy we attacked wasn't alone. I spotted a squad of soldiers moving like shadows downtown."

"They still have outposts nearby," Anna surmised.

"They bunkered down near Chattatow Outlets. I want to go back out again tomorrow morning and see if I can eavesdrop on them," Ashem volunteered.

"By yourself?" Raymond raised concern.

"Anna isn't the only monster here. I like working solo," Ashem grinned and winked at Anna. She didn't give a reaction.

"If they are only sending out squads, they either are smaller in number or don't have reason to suspect a lot of survivors. That might also be why they aren't coming here," Wes crossed his arms.

"If there is an outpost, there might be survivors," Anna kept her goal in mind.

"And if we can take them out, that is more supplies and equipment for us."

"We'll see what Ashem brings back tomorrow," Anna decided to rest on it.

Wes brought up another matter, "We were also discussing plans to expand to more than just Haven and Shangri Lagoon. Do what the military are doing, but show what we are made of. What we can promise. I want Raymond to gather a few volunteers for the effort."

"That's fine. Just keep an eye out for who I'm looking for," Anna told Raymond. He gave a thumbs up.

"Anna, I think we should end the search. We have more important things, and people, to worry about," Ashem suggested. His interest with Theodore lessened every day that past.

"Until I find them, dead or alive, I won't stop," Anna declared. She turned on her heels and left. She heard the men muttering about her warpath and hardheadedness.

***

The next day, Ashem returned with crucial news. He explained the last outpost at the dam, the state of the world, and X-Safari.

"We're all infected..." Wes suffered a mental crisis.

"Some of the tenants have had signs for days now," Ashem added. He even pointed out his own eyes, "Like the scientist said, physical changes aren't the key symptom. It's an increase in violence and sexual acts that you have to keep an eye on."

Anna ignored most of the key details. Hearing about Shijia and X-Safari's investigation in Hansel interested her. She may have been involved with Kristian and Alexandra. Anna added Shijia to the list.

Raymond and his group were told to go search the area for the scientist or anything else. They were given better equipment to counter Shijia's androids, the soldiers, and roaming Freaks.

Ashem was upset that Anna would disregard advice and warnings. It made him a more sympathetic part to the group; a more appealing person.

Anna knew that she was closing in on her targets. If not, she'd just bide her time, grow the group, and hunt them to the ends of the Earth.

Later that night, only one biker from Raymond's scouting party returned from central Hansel. Raymond was killed.