Columbus' perspective

Zombieland had been good to us in many ways, and bad to us in many more ways. For good; no crowds, lines. There wasn't anyone to tell you what you could, or couldn't do. I also loved the idea of having no responsibilities, like work, school, or obligations. Didn't have to worry about the economy over here either.

And, of course, there were the bad things. The lack of crowds, lines, people who define, enforced, and kept the law. There wasn't anything like school, work, or normal hobbies to pass time such as sports or World of Warcraft. And of course, all those fucking zombies.

The gang and I, consisting of Wichita, Little Rock, and Tallahassee were on our way to Mexico. It wasn't as bad as it seemed, since most of the Mexican zombies had already crossed the border into the U.S. of A. I laughed at the sheer irony of it all.

We had crossed into the border, and sped past the near drawing big city. Zombies covered the area, and it was really a thrilling, undesirable experience.

By the end of the day, we had journeyed to a past ghost town, and Tallahassee put any near but few zombies to peace, at long last.

He caught a glimpse of me, who was leaning against the passengers seat, hands rubbing at my temples, trying to relieve the stress. Tallahassee scoffed, rolled his eyes, and sought out for the convenience store. I calmed down finally, as all the zombies had taken a toll on me. Wichita came to comfort me, so understandingly.

"Why're you acting like such a wuss? Even she wasn't as scared." Wichita nodded towards Little Rock in the back, who was sleeping peacefully. Okay, I take that back; she's not as understanding as I thought.

"I swear, that Grandma zombie almost had me if it weren't for Tallahassee!" I tried to defend myself quietly, before I heard a, "You're welcome" as called out by Tallahassee, who was now coming back out of the store. He held in his hands some food, and water. Walking towards the car, he came to the side where I was at, as if he wanted to talk. I rolled down the window and watched as he leaned his arms on the car's windowsill, himself close to I. I couldn't help but notice even then, how handsome he was. He was greatly built, had the grin of a devilish, sexy incubus. It was a surprise that Wichita seemed to like me, instead of him.

"There's a motel right at the end of this here strip. Let's spend the night there." He started to walk towards it, as if denying a ride with us. Wichita pulled from the curb and started driving towards it.

"... Little Rock and I'll take one room. You can bunk with Tallahassee, okay?" Wichita started, to which I sighed.

"What is it?" She inquired, her eyes switching from the road onto mine.

Braving up a bit, I started with a calm, "Well, I thought that since we're going out, we might as well share a room together. I mean, all we've done is kiss, right?" Maybe that was a bit too brave, as her look became solemn. She stopped the car half way there.

"Look... Columbus..." I turned towards her, chewing on a string of my sweater out of nervous habit. She began again, "About us... I'm not sure its gonna work."

The string dropped from my lips. "Whaddya mean its not gonna-" I would've finished, but she cut me off harshly.

"I don't feel the same way that you might. I mean, no offense, but you're a wimp! I can't handle being with someone who can barely defend themselves, let alone myself, or Little Rock. Maybe someone like Tallahassee, or..."

"None taken." I muttered dryly, before my eyes shot wide open. "Wait, wait wait; what about Tallahassee?" I declared angrily, more loudly than I should've.

She was a bit flustered now, gorgeous cheeks a pink hue. "I was just saying, for an example..." It was my turn to be harsh. Of course, when I was about to start, the back door opened.

"Why'd you guys stop? Step on it." Tallahassee, the center of our argument, entered the car, sat down with his newly acquired provisions, and shut the door behind him. The trip back was silent, and tense.

I sat at the table in Tallahassee's and my room, sulking a bit. I crossed my arms on the table, and let my head sink into it. "You got beef, boy?" Asked he sharply, noting my odd behavior. I whined incoherently, and he just sighed. I heard his body drop down on the bed, as it creaked, and I could hear his boots drop onto the floor as he kicked them off. Wordlessly, he drifted off into sleep. I could tell, since his snoring gave his unconsciousness away. Scowling, I abruptly stood from the chair and went inside the bathroom to take a shower.

Refreshed, feeling rejuvenated even, I walked out with a towel around my waist. I stood, inches from the bed, and gazed at the sleeping cowboy. "What the Hell's so great about you anyway?" I murmured darkly, before retrieving a clean pair of briefs, a shirt and sweats from the one piece of luggage I took with me. I slipped into the outfit, before sitting on the edge of the bed. He snorted, in his sleep, and rolled flat onto his back. Sitting still, I examined him further before crawling towards his way, gazing at him from a closer distance on my hands and knees. I could clearly see how well defined and masculine he was. Not to mention the near perfect curvature of his chin, nose, and lips. His hair had lengthened a bit, but not nearly long enough to do anything with it. "'Can't even brush hair over your ear..." I commented, then brushed my own annoying, shaggy, curly hair over my ear. Faltering for only a second, I reached out to gently skim my fingers through a stray strand of his blond, shiny hair, before bringing it around his own ear. His hand suddenly shot out and grabbed my wrist.

He flipped our positions totally, where he had straddled himself on top of me, pinning both wrists hard above my head with his large, calloused hands. I whimpered, out of sheer surprise and fear. And... maybe something else?

"..." The room went silent, except the few hints of our breathing. I stared for what seemed like a millennium at him, while he stared daggers at me. He maneuvered both of my wrists into one of his hands as he used the other to support himself on the bed, once he lowered in on me. Lips of mine trembled ever so slightly, until he kissed them.

Out of shock, and clear defiance, I struggled. He held my waist with his free hand, making me grind up against him. I let out another noise, eyes squinting shut, before I violently broke the kiss. His hips doing plenty to weight me down, Tallahassee worked on unbuckling his belt with one hand, before he used the very same belt to fix my hands together. He looped and buckled the belt around one of the bed posts, then went back down on me.

"T-Tallahassee, stop right now!" I cried out, voice cracking from fear. I let out a low moan as his lips caressed my neck. Damn body of mine, how could you betray me? His tongue lashed out at my collar bone, his rough hand squeezing at the growing bulge in my pants. Not being able to resist him, literally, I figured that it wouldn't hurt as much if I went along with it. I still tugged at my restraints, feeling a burn where leather and skin made contact. The large, older male lifted up my shirt over my chest so he could kiss and nip at it. The more he teased at my nipples, the harder they grew, and the more erect I became. Could we even call this rape, as I was starting to enjoy it so much.

"Seriouslyyy... Tallaahh..." He ground his hips down against mine, and I made a sharp cry. Forcefully, nearly ripping my sweats off, he slid the briefs gently off of my slender waist and hips. The hungry look in his eyes and features was scaring me, and my body was shaking.

"Just shut up, and take it like a man." Tallahassee growled, weaving one hand through my head of hair, then yanked on it, smashing our lips together. Honestly, how could I take it like a man when I felt less like one, every single other moment he abused me like this? I kissed him back, only to make it easier for myself (I was assured), and shook as he started to stroke my revealed manhood. It twitched heartily in his hand, and my hips all too willingly pushed up into that coarse hand. I let the kiss naturally break, as I panted hard. The pleasure was intense, but it was slowly fading away, since I felt something strange probing around my entrance. I felt a slick finger push in, and hadn't even the time to think about how he had it slicked and prepared. He wriggled it in, and my insides squeezed around it, trying to adjust.

"Arrrgh~...!" I let out a harsh sound, followed by a hiss as he slid another digit in to accompany the first one. "Yeah... that's nice." Commented Tallahassee in a hoarse voice, pumping me in his hand, and his two fingers inside of me. My hands fought against the belt, until it finally loosened to the point of falling off. It was too late though, as I already had succumbed into him. I wrapped an arm around his neck, while the other stripped him of his shirt. I cried out loud as he worked on me, my hand finding and massaging his strong pec, all the while trying to bring him closer.

"Take me! Take me, please please please..." I sobbed into his shoulder, feeling his hand slide off of my pre-cum slathered cock, and also those two large fingers leave my begging hole. He unzipped his jeans, handled himself from his boxers, and lubed his hard on up with an improvising solution of his own saliva.

With a grunt, all at once, he shoved himself inside me. At first, I begged him to take it out. It hurt like a mother, to have himself fully sheathed inside me. But he cooed and whispered sweet things into my ear, calling me tenderhearted names as he moved in and out of me. He quickened his slow pace once he heard me moan and felt me adjust to him. Our arms tightly wrapped around each other, he continued to drive himself into me, until the pace became so erratic and wild that it was hard for the both of us to hold on.

I was the first to go. I spurted my finishings onto his chest and mine, and nearly melted when I felt his own seed trickle inside me. He let go of my bruised hips that he had used as a propeller to get him deeper and harder inside. Our breathing went shallow then, but matched all the same. He calmed down sooner then I did, and he took himself from out of me once he softened. Hovering over me still, he took a careful hold of a curl of mine, and stroked it behind my ear. My face, already flushed from our recent activity, grew bashful, as I had never thought I'd be on the receiving end of such an act.

"Don't you worry about why Wichita likes me, since I like you more anyways." The promise was endearing, and right now I was too tired to react that he knew about Wichita's preference over Tallahassee and I. All in all, he had comforted me, and given me something even greater than I could've ever expected to gain with Wichita.

Still unknowing about what that something was, at this time, I fell asleep first this time, leaving him to lie beside me, and contemplate whatever he would.