"Here. Drink this." I tilt the filthy plastic water hug upwards into the girl's mouth. Her head is resting on my thigh and there are fresh tears in her eyes. There's a gash on her left cheek and the jeans on the side of her leg are ripped and deep, dark pools of blood spill out. Her lips part shakily and she looks up into the sky as she takes a couple of swigs.

"I don't even know who you are," she says a little curiously. "How did I get here? And where did you come from?"

I replace the cap on the jug and set it aside. "I'm Kyra. And I saw you fall down that hill over there." I point to a steep dirt path with branches and leaves scattered about. "You went unconscious so I took you over here, away from the walkers you were running from."

"Thank you. Thank you so much for tending to me but I really should get back to my group." She lifts her upper body up but immediately falls back, groaning and clutching at her leg.

"I don't think you'll be going anywhere. Here, let me bandage you up." I chuckle when she looks at me skeptically. "Don't worry. You can trust me. I've managed on my own for awhile because my group was discarded at the prison."

Her eyes grow wide with astonishment. "You were there? You lived there?"

I nod. I shrug off my backpack and rummage around inside, my fingers grazing the cotton. "It all went to hell after this other town's leader killed one of our own in the most gruesome way." I unbutton her black skinny jeans. "These are probably killing you! There's no circulation."

The girl chuckles. "What does it matter when we're all gonna die anyway." She looks me in the eye when I pause my movement. She swallows, takes a breath and says, "I'm Tara by the way."

I nod again and resume taking off her pants. I'm careful when it goes over her wound and she grimaces, throwing her head back. I finally get them to her ankles. "I don't know how I'm gonna get these back on but I'll try."

Tara props herself up on her elbows. "Don't." I catch her stare. It's filled with want. Lust. Hope.

I unroll the gauze and begin to wrap her bloody and swollen thigh. "You're gonna hobble around in your underwear?"

She grins. "Hey, I feel free now." She sighs when I finish, using a minuscule alcohol pad to wipe up the grime and blood around her leg. "Do you wanna feel free?"

I scoff. "Every second of every day." Putting everything away and seeing her in turquoise panties, I feel warmth in my core. I watch her as she carefully lifts her pelvis up and removes her underwear.

"Well let's feel free together." She pats at her clit, inviting and enticing me. I crawl in between her pearly white legs, positioning myself comfortably. I flick out my tongue and she gasps loudly and arches her back.

"Shit, it's been a long time since I've felt that," she breathes. I shove my one finger in her, soaking up her dampening area. She bends her good leg, her hands resting on her rather large chest. I suck and bite at her, causing her to go over the edge. I reach my hands up and under her shirt, rolling her hard nipples around. I continue licking and sucking her, wave upon white, glistening wave flows out of her. Her body then tenses and I quickly reach up to cover her mouth. I don't want to the living to catch us, let alone the dead.

She bites my fingers hard, suppressing her powerful moan. I straddle her midsection, the crotch of my pants creating friction with my parts. While keeping my fingers in her mouth, she unzips and removes my jeans as well and I kick them off. I slowly take my fingers from her lips and plunge them deep into my panties. She watches my fingers intently, licking her lips. I buck my hips to fit the rhythm of my hands. I stare longingly into her light brown eyes, hungry for her to do something.

She grabs my hips rather forcefully and brings me close to her face. She licks at the wet fabric, moaning at the taste. I remove my hand from inside and take them off, stuffing them in her mouth. I slide down a bit and part her lips with my two fingers. I'm cautious around her wounded thigh as I mash our clits together. We both cry out at the feeling.

I rock my hips back and forth, the body underneath mine rubbing up against the dirt and the twigs. Tara squeezes at my round hips pulling them to go faster. I lean forward and place my hands on her shoulders, licking at her sweaty, dirt encrusted neck. I make sure that my panties stay lodged between her beautiful pink lips. As I gain speed, her back arches more and more.

I bite her shoulder, feeling the moment build like children's blocks. I thrust one last time and it does it. We're stuck together with the warm, creamy liquid. I collapse onto her. She takes my panties from her mouth and kisses me hard. Our tongues slide sweetly. It's been a long time since either of us have had this type of contact with another person.

I jolt up as I hear a walker coming close by. "Come on," I grunt. I hurriedly put on my clothes and I help her with hers. "I'll help you." I wrap my arm around her waist and we run off into the woods.