And here's the next chapter, I don't really have much to mention at the moment, things have been relatively normal this past week, aside from a few story ideas I've been dying to type out. On a side note, word of warning, things do get sorta ...heated in this chapter, so be prepared for that later in the chapter. Anyway, enjoy~!
Chapter 28: Episode 4: The Woman Who Lived
The water bottle bird bath had worked like a charm; it did for those of us who decided to try it, that is.
Not everyone had been on board with the plan at first; Kenny and a few others(mostly, Diana and Molly, surprisingly) thought it was a waste of fresh water, to which I argued that the water wouldn't be going to waste and that by cleaning ourselves, even if it was only every few weeks, would keep us from getting sick and having grit and grim buildup on our bodies wasn't good for the long run, considering how often we got cuts and bruises(even small ones), which would lead to infection.
After a good half hour of trying to convince them that we had more than enough water to spare, I gave up. The only ones who ended up going along with my idea was Ben, Carley, Omid and Christa, because they wanted to clean their baby, Andy, and Clementine. Everyone else decided to save the water for something more important, because apparently keeping clean wasn't one of them these days.
There were only two bathrooms; I was the first to use one, seeing as I was the one who smelled the worst; Andy, Clementine and Ben took turns using one, and Carley, Omid and Christa and their little boy took turns after me. We had estimated how much water was needed for everyone, and split the cases we used.
I couldn't even begin to describe how good it felt to finally clean off after weeks of not doing so. The water was sorta unpleasant to drink, it being so warm and all from being in the attic, but how it felt on my body was another story. My clothes I had worn that day was tossed into the bathroom clothes bin; the only thing I did hand wash was my leather jacket, that worked as my armor against walker bites and scratches.
An hour later, everyone was in the living room, eating our dinner rations made up of canned fruit, almost stale chips, breakfast bars and water. There was a clear difference between those of us who cleaned up, and those that didn't; I had thrown on some spare clothes from my bag: a red t-shirt, long socks, and loose blue jeans and one of my last few fresh pairs of boxers.
Around the living room, small lamps were put out in different parts of the area, evenly lighting the room, leaving everything a dimly lit orange color, except the dinning room and the kitchen, which were completely pitch black.
I put my leather jacket on a hanger and hung it on one of the coat hooks near the front door to dry, then walking over near the couch, taking a seat on my sleeping bag in front of the coffee table. Carley's sleeping bag was next to mine, as it had been the night before, but at the moment she was sitting on the couch with Clementine and Diana.
Everyone was making quiet small talk; no one was asking the big question that I wanted ...no, needed to know. So, I took a large bite out of my breakfast bar and asked it myself.
"Hey, Diana," I said, catching her attention, as well as the others. She stopped talking. "If you don't mind me asking, how did you survive for this long? Before, Crawford, I mean."
Diana glanced at the arm of her jacket. "I ask myself that everyday," she said. "To be honest, I have no idea. I should be dead."
"You say it like you should defiantly be dead," I said, taking a sip of water.
"Well, that's because I should be," she muttered, softly. Clementine looked over at her, confused. "There should have been no chance of me making it."
"Why is that," Carley asked.
"Yeah. Regardless of the odds, any situated short of a walker bite should give you at least a small chance of survival," I said.
"Short of a bite, exactly."
I took a sip of my water. It took me a moment to process what she said, but when it did a small chill went down my spine, and my eyes widened somewhat. "Short of a bite, exactly." It replayed over and over in my mind; I slowly put my water bottle on the floor next to my sleeping bag and looked up at Diana. No one else seemed to have pick up on the way she worded what she had just said. "No way ...no, no, no, no," I muttered in utter disbelief. "Diana, are you saying what I think you're saying that you-? But, that's not possible."
Carley raised an eyebrow. "What are you talking about," she turned to Diana. "Diana?"
The ex-doctor sighed, and began unzipping her jacket. "I promised myself that I'd never show anyone, especially after Crawford and their witch hunts. The only one I've told so far is Vernon," she took her left arm out of her jacket, and rolled up the long sleeve of her black shirt. At this point, everyone had gotten quiet. No one talked, all they did was watch as Diana left her sleeve, revealing a big bite wound above her elbow, like someone taken her arm and bitten down on it with every tooth, all the way to the molars. Clementine's face became a mix of being scared, surprised and concerned.
"M-Mom, what happened to your arm?"
"Holy shit," Andy said, his wide eyes on the bite shaped scar.
Katjaa covered her mouth in shock. "Is that a walker bite." Diana gave a nod. "Oh, God."
"Bullshit, no one can survive a bite," Molly stated. "The person that bit you probably wasn't even a walker."
"I think I know a walker when I see one, Molly," Diana argued. "What, you think I would be telling all of you this if I didn't know for sure?"
"Are you, though," Kenny said, unconvinced. "A bite isn't something you just walk away from."
Omid gave a nod. "Yeah, Diana. Some crazy person could have been playing walker," he said. "How sure are you that it was really a walker?"
"Pretty damn sure; It was my husband that bit me," Diana said, loudly. "That's how I'm so sure!"
"Dad bit you," the nine-year-old murmured.
Diana sighed, and turned to her daughter. "Yes, it was your father. What used to be him, anyway."
"B-but how," Clementine said, her voice shaky. "I thought all people with walker bites turn into walkers, too."
"I don't know, baby," Diana said. "I'm just happy it didn't turn me."
"S-so, your not gonna get sick?"
"No, sweetie, I'm not."
I was absolutely speechless. Clementine's mother was immune. No, I have to take this with a grain of salt. I rubbed my temple. "Diana, in detail as best as you can remember, how did it happen?" I asked, seriously. "When did it happen?"
Diana sighed. She rolled her sleeve down; everyone was quiet again. What she was about to tell us was too important. This was one story that no one should interrupt. The woman held her daughter's hand in hers, not looking at any of us.
"A few days before everything went to hell, the news was already talking about people getting attack by junkies; Ed and I, we were like everyone else, we thought it was some kind of new drug on the streets, it wouldn't be the first time. I knew something was bad ...I mean, I didn't know for sure, but I could feel it. I wanted to cut our trip short and go home early, but Ed kept telling me that Clementine was safe with Sandra, and the police had everything under control," Diana frowned. "I should have listened to my gut. Maybe I should have argued with Ed, lied to him, done something so we'd have no choice but to go home."
"Instead, I pushed my bad feelings to the side. The news said that the police were dealing with the drug problem, and that gave me some relief. That, and the fact that we would be going home in a few days. The day before we were planning to head home, though, Ed got attacked by one of the junkies protecting me outside our hotel; Ed fought him off, but his neck was hurt bad and I couldn't get the bleeding to stop."
"We went back into the hotel. Someone tried calling the police, but the line was busy. Everything started happening so suddenly and I had no idea what to do. I was panicking; everyone was, then the screaming started and the walkers tried to get inside the hotel. I knew the doors weren't going to hold. I went over to get Ed, and take him upstairs to treat him as well as I could inside our room; I didn't even notice that he had stopped breathing, I thought he had just ...passed out, I was praying that's all it was. Then Ed moved and I was so relieved, until he bit into my arm."
"I don't know how I fought him off. We fell over and he was on top of me, I was screaming, then his weight was gone. Some guy I didn't even knew pulled Ed off of me, and Ed went for him; before anyone knew what was happening, walkers started flooding through the front door and breaking open the windows. I just ...ran. I ran faster than I ever had in my life. The shock and everything-. Once I got back to my room it just torn me apart. The bite hurt so much, but I could barely feel it."
"I dressed the wound as best I could to stop the bleeding, and I tried calling home. All I got was the answering machine. I just knew something was wrong, I didn't ignore it this time. The worry, the fear ...what had happened to Ed, what could be happening to my little girl, what was going to happen to me. The only thing I could do was leave a message, say how much I loved Clementine for the last time, then the phone cut off."
Diana was close to tears. Having to relive the worst moments of her life by telling us; Ed bit her after he turned, that was all the proof I needed that she was immune. "Diana, if you want to stop, you can," I said.
She shook her head. "No. You all deserve to know, I owe you that much for taking care of my daughter." She continued her story. "I don't know exactly how long it took before the fever started, but when it did, all I can say was that it was the worst thing anyone can go through, and it only got worse. I can't even explain properly; it was like ...my entire body was made of hot shards of glass, I could barely move my fingers," Diana shuddered. "That type of pain is what you have nightmares about; I was hot, then I'd cool down, then I get hot again, and through the whole thing all I could think was that I wanted to die."
She paused when Clementine hugged her, crying. "Shh ...Its alright, Clementine. I'm fine now."
"I don't want to hear about you hurting so much," Clem sobbed.
Diana nodded. "Then, I'll skip that part."
"I think that's for the best," Kenny said.
"I'm never getting bitten," Ben said, plainly. "Ever. If I do, please, just end it."
"Then don't get bit. Why do you think I wear leather? To look cool," I said to the ex-high school student. "Human teeth can't easily break through the material, same goes for jean and thick wool," I put my attention back on Diana. "Please continue."
Diana nodded. "Anyway, I must have been really out of it, cause I passed out on the bed, and somehow dragged myself into the tub and woke up in the shower. I couldn't even tell you how long I was out for; hours ... maybe, days. All I know is that when I came to, everything was just quiet. No one was screaming outside, the hallways were completely covered in blood ...but, empty. Everything was just ...dead silent."
"And after that was when you joined that Crawford place," Omid asked.
"It wasn't called Crawford at the time," Diana answered. "They didn't even have a real wall, yet."
"Still, to think someone would be immune to this shit. Even after hearing all that, I'm having a hard time believing it," Kenny said. "Everyone I've seen; you get bit, you fuckin' die, end of story. Now ...I just don't know what to think."
Kenny had voiced exactly what I was thinking at the moment. To be immune to the virus, to survive the bite; through out the entire lore of The Walking Dead, rather it be the comics, show or the game; getting bit and living to tell the tale, without losing a limb, it was completely unheard of. Unheard of, but not impossible. I reminded myself.
This revelation put a whole new spin on things. The world would never go back to the way it was before the walkers, even with a cure, but at least now there was hope for a cure in the first place, no matter how slight. I couldn't help smiling at the thought. A cure. If we find the right person, then just maybe.
"What are you smilin' so much about all of a sudden," came Andy Jr.'s voice.
I turned to him. "Because, she's immune," I said, before I glanced at the others. "It throws a couple of my previous theories about the virus into the dirt, but I'm glad; what I originally thought was that the infection from the bite was what kills, but hearing your story Diana changes things entirely."
"Changes what?"
"What we think we know; the infection isn't what kills people, you could pore a whole bottle of alcohol on a bite wound and still catch the fever, but why," I said, thoughtfully. "Because something in the bite triggers the reanimation process to start without you dying first. How do I put this ...sorta like, when you drop a Mentos into a bottle of pop; the walkers are the Mentos, and we're the pop."
Carley raised an eyebrow. "That's a weird way to put it."
"Hey, I never said it was perfect," I said with a shrug. "Anyway, the process gets started because of the bite triggering it, but you're still alive, so your body is gonna try and fight back; sweating it out, fever, the chills, coughing ...we all know how that turns out in the long run."
"You turn," Ben muttered.
I gave a nod. "And there's no stopping it, no matter how strong someone is, the end result is turning into the one thing we're trying to survive," I then pointed at Diana. "But then there's you, 'the woman who lived', you got bit, went through the fever and everything and came out kicking the virus's ass back into its dormant phase, probably permanently, and you might not be the only one."
"Taylor may be onto something," Katjaa said. "I'm no doctor, but if Diana is immune, others may be immune, too, and not even know it."
"And seeing as Clementine is your daughter," I said, smiling. "Its not for certain, but odds are that she may have the same immunity as you."
"So, I can't turn into a walker," Clem asked, surprised.
I shrugged. "Who knows. Like I said, its not certain, it all depends on how your genetics are made up, and rather that trait got passed down to you or not," I answered. "One way to find out would be to let you get bit. I mean, it'll suck, but-."
"N-no thanks," the little girl said, quickly.
I chuckled. "I knew you'd say that."
"Alright, Clem's mama is immune," Andy Jr. said. "So, what do we do?"
"Well, at this point, the only honest thing we can do is," I paused, thinking. Nothing came to mind. "...Nothing."
Andy made a face. "Nothin', that's it."
"What do you want me to say, bud," I said, pouting. "This is a new factor I never expected, and considering the day we've had, my mind is sorta over worked at the moment. The best thing we can do is sleep on it; I just wanna drop into a coma right now."
Kenny nodded. "The kids right. Its not that late, but after all the shit we went through today, hittin' the hay early ain't such a bad idea." He stood up from his seat, "how are we doing this? This is your uncle's place, so you should be the one to set up the sleeping arrangements."
"I don't think that accounts for much anymore, but if you really want me to. You, Katjaa and Duck will take one of the bedrooms; Omid, Christa, and the baby can take the one of the other rooms; Molly, Diana and Clementine can use the guestroom, Andy and Ben can take the living room and-."
"Wait, that's not really fair," Andy Jr. said. "how come me and Ben have to sleep in the living room?"
I rolled my eyes. "This ain't a motel, Andy, but if you care so much, you can use the guestroom, too. And Carley and I will take my Uncle Lee's room, and Ben can take the couch; I think it folds out into a bed so, there's that. Are those arrangements good enough for everyone?" Everyone gave a nod.
"As long as Christian can sleep on a bed for once, its fine," Christa said.
"Yeah, he been having problems sleeping since we started using sleeping bags," Omid said.
"Then with all that out of the way, let's get ready for bed," I stood up and picked up my sleeping bag. "I don't think anyone has to be on watch tonight, but you can never be too careful. Kenny can take first watch, I'll take second watch, and Ben will take third; we switch every three hours or so."
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With the nights sleeping arrangements set, the lights in the living room but one were taken up stairs and everyone went to their designated rooms; the bed in my Uncle Lee's room was just a mattress with no sheets, so I unzipped my sleeping bag completely to use as a bottom cover, and Carley opened hers so that we could use it as a blanket.
I flopped down on the side of the bed, and kicked off my boots, happy for once that I actually had a bed to sleep on. I was getting tired of sleeping on the hard floor, even with a sleeping bag.
"Its starting to get hard to tell who the leader of this group is," Carley said.
"Really. I always thought it was Kenny," I said, looking over at her.
She smiled, softly and sat next to me. "You've been stepping up, even if you didn't notice; before, Kenny and Lilly were making most of the decisions, and you would put in your say, now your practically helping Kenny keep this whole thing together."
"I guess, maybe," I said. "Lilly did more or less pass the torch to me, saying I was the leader now."
Carley huffed. "Yeah, that sounds like her. Thinking she's the soul leader of a group effort."
"Am I sensing some resentment, Car'," I asked, jokingly, nudging her arm with mine.
"Its more annoyance than resentment."
"I'll take your word for it," I paused, and began flexing my fingers. My mind started to wonder to other things and for the first time in a long time, I was starting to get nervous. I placed my hand on her thigh. "Anyway ...I have second watch, in a few hours. Until then, though, do you want to ...um, you know."
Carley raised an eyebrow. "I know, what? I can't read minds." She said that, but from her smirk, I could tell she knew what I was getting at. All I had to do was come out and say it, with everything I've been through at this point, something like this shouldn't make me nervous in the slightest.
Just come out with it, man! Grow so balls and go for it! I shouted, mentally. I opened my mouth to repeat what I was trying to say; I was never good at making the first move in situations like this through words. I was more a man of action. And actions do speak louder than words, anyway.
I sat there for a few moments, completely quiet. Carley just sat there, giving me this look like she was waiting for me to go for it, and I didn't want to disappoint, so I made my move. I leaned forward and kiss her, putting into it what I couldn't properly say with words, and forced her back onto the bed. Carley put her hand on the back of my head and kissed me harder, then snaked her tongue into my mouth; she tasted like peaches, and her damp hair smelled like green apple shampoo.
Slowly, I pulled back to breathe. Carley took this moment to change our positions, and had me on my back, before she climbed on top of me. I smiled, tracing my thumb along her jawline. "Tonight, I want to go all the way. You're okay with that, right?"
"Shouldn't I be asking you that question?" Carley joked. Kissing me again, lighter this time. "It is your first time."
"As if I need to be reminded."
Carley leaned up, and re-positioned herself, straddling my thighs. My eye stayed glued to her as her hand moved up and she began to unbuttoned her shirt and left it open, giving me an eye full of her black sports bra and cleavage.
As I gawked at her body like a wordless idiot, Carley leaned forward, slowly tracing fingers along my neck and chest over my t-shirt as she spoke, our noses almost touching. "You're always teaching Clementine new things," she said, placing a small peck on my lips. "I think now, its about time you got a lesson."
I gave a somewhat mischievous smile, and placed my cool hands on her bare waist and gave a small squeeze, getting a small shiver out of her. "Then teach me," I said. "I've always been more of a hands on learner."
Carley's expression turned into a playful smirk. "Look who's gotta bold all of a sudden," she said. "Not that that's a bad thing." I laid there on the mattress, as the brown haired woman straddled me. "Are you sure about this, Tay'?"
Part of me was excited, the other part nervous, but I gave a confident nod. "I pretty sure. I mean, who knows when we'll be able to do this again, on an actual bed."
"Feels a lot better than the hard floor," Carley leaned forward, pressing her chest against me, making it hard to think about anything but her. "Just follow my lead, I'll show you a thing or two, sound good?"
"Only an idiot would say no."
"Well, its a good thing you're not an idiot then, huh."
Carley began kissing on my neck, sucking on it every few moment. The feeling was odd, and new and sorta ticklish.
I let out a heavy sigh, my hands traveling from her hips to her lower back, pulling her in closer to my waist and the growing tent in my pants. Carley gave a soft moan against my neck, and kissed along my jaw until she found her way to my lips.
Her experience still outdid what little I had, which wasn't much. But that didn't stop what I was doing. Focusing on our passionate kiss, her tongue finding it's way against mine. My hormones were raging.
I reached up the back of her unbuttoned shirt, my excited mind following the command of what my body wanted, feeling up her back, tracing her spine with my middle and ring fingers until I felt the cloth of her bra clasp and tried to unhook it. It didn't come undone the first try, so I tried again, and yet again, only managing to pull it, emphasizing her breasts more, rather than undoing it.
Carley giggled against my lips and pulled away, her hands resting on my chest. "Need some help?"
"N-no, I got this, just give me a moment." I tried again, getting the same result. My frustration growing as the bra refused to unhook. Is this thing stuck? Carley looked liked she wanted to laugh, but didn't. She shrugged off her shirt and tossed it to the side; I guess she wanted to save me from anymore embarrassment.
"Are you sure?"
A few moments later, I sighed and gave up, letting my hand slid down to her lower back. "Talk about awkward. Now, I feel like a real idiot. Can't even unhook a bra."
"You just need a little help. Don't beat yourself up," she took my hand and lead it back up to the bra clasp. "Here. Now, pull it a bit, and hold it the same way you did before, but this time with your middle finger first." I did as she said, "now hold it together and use your thumb." It took a few tries to get it right, but it was well worth it when the clasp came undone. I licked my lips without even noticing, and let go of the clasp, letting the her bra fall. She smiled, her upper body completely exposed to me; I had nothing to say, there was nothing to say. "See, easy, right?"
"Y-yeah, I guess so."
"One last thing, though." She reached for the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head, leaving me just as exposed as she was, the only difference was that she kept it around my arms, right at my elbows. "There."
"Um, why'd you leave it around my arms," I asked, raising an eyebrow, continuing to stare at her breasts. They weren't large but perky, with pink erect nipples. I was more of an ass guy, but they were nice. The perfect size that I liked. Enough to fill my hands, but not overly so. I mused.
Carley put her hand on my bare chest, before moving her fingers from my shoulder to my stomach, and kept going. "Just relax, Tay', I'll teach you a lot more than just taking off a bra." She stop at the waistline of my jeans, and began undoing my belt and pants and raised up, sliding them down to my knees at the end of the bed, and they fell to my ankles.
I was way too excited to not use my hands. The twitching erection in my boxers was proof of that. Before I could even attempt to do anything thing, Carley leaned in and pulled me into another short kiss, then she went on to attack my neck like before; the kissing and sucking and even little nips here and there.
It did more to me than I expected.
Felt better than I expected.
Maybe it was because I never let anyone get close to my throat ever, yet here I was with my head leaned back on the bed, taking such a passionate assault, her bare chest pressed against mine. My heart was racing, and I wasn't even sure if Carley knew just how much she had an effect on me, or maybe she did.
I could only hold back so many sounds, and at this point, my mind was so clouded with pleasure, I was beginning not to care who heard. One of Carley's hands trailed down my chest and stopped at my boxers, then she reached under the waistband and took hold of me and stroked.
I tensed up, my hands curled into fist as I sucked in a breath. "Ah, fuckin' hell."
She let go of me, and kissed under my chin, and slowly slid down my body, trailing kisses along my neck and over my chest. My stomach flipped as she kept going, past my belly button and towards my boxers. They were then pulled down to my ankles, too. I leaned my head up, my face had to be completely flushed. It felt like it was; I was completely exposed, my erection twitching freely. Carley was on her knees at the end of the bed. She looked at my erect organ, then glanced up at me and gave a small lustful smile.
I knew what was about to happen, and it seemed like no amount of mental preparation was going to keep my thoughts from being a jumbled, clouded mess through it. Stay calm, be cool. Stay calm, be cool-. My thoughts stopped when felt her take me into her hands again.
I leaned my head back and bit my lower lip to quiet my moans as she slowly began stroking me and planting kisses up from the base of my manhood until she reached the head. There was a small pause in her action, then my body tensed and my stomach flipped again from her suddenly taking me into her mouth, her tongue messaging the underside of my hardness. After about a minute, I felt myself starting to get close, and I tensed, then just like that, she released me from the warmth of her mouth.
I was completely dazed. No longer able to think about anything. I glanced at her; Carley stood and undid her pants and pulled them and her underwear down at the same time, and tossed them to the side.
This was going to be one experience I'd never forget. She was damn near close to blowing my mind already, and we were just getting started. I hope I have the energy to stay up during my watch.
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I groaned as I woke up, the bright morning glow beaming in my face. My body was both tired and energized at the same time, and my mind was blank at the moment, the only thing I was sure about was that it was morning time, thanks to the sunlight shinning through the small gap of the slightly worn red cloth curtains.
I tried to sit up, but my body was held down by arms wrapped around my torso. I turned my head and glanced behind me. The second I noticed Carley's sleeping form, her body pressed against mine with no barriers of clothing, then I remembered what happened yesterday.
Out of all the places to lose my virginity, this was not the place I thought I'd lose it, hell, no sane person would. Back at home, I thought it'd be at my house in the real world, in my room, or in my girlfriend's room(or whatever girl I happened to be with at the time), that had been my expectation through out high school. Not that I ever got past second base for some odd reason.
For most of my teenage life, sex had always been more like a movie with all the hype and great expectations; you could listen to what the critics(my friends) had to say, but at the end of the day, the experience is always much different than what you were told, and my friends over exaggerated a lot of stuff about sex, though at this point, it was probably to boost their own ego.
However, some of the things they said had been right on the money, cause I got way more than I expected. Me and Carley had gone at it two or three times during the night; one time before my watch(which was ...rather quick, so we ended up cuddling afterward), and two times when I came back to the room; there was lots of foreplay in between, and after an experience like that I could say with full truth that we were left completely drained.
Carley was a very strong and active partner; it took my all just to keep up with her. A challenge, but it was one that I enjoyed.
I'm lucky I have such good stamina. Never thought in my life that sex would trier me out almost as much as intense training. I mused, sighing. I moved Carley's arms from around me and turned over, facing the brown haired woman; she let out a small moan and shifted around a bit, but didn't wake up right away.
I shifted under the sleeping bag we were using as a blanket, watching as Carley slept, and wrapped my arms around her. Relaxing into her warmth and comfort, I sighed softly. There was something about this, something both calming and secure. Our bodies were so close, but I wasn't thinking about sex at the moment. I was thinking about the calm in the room. The warmth that Carley gave off. The comfort of not being ...alone in bed for once, or waking up from a nightmare.
It was as if the world had truly slowed down, and I could finally catch my breath. A breath that I had been holding since all this happened, from the moment I woke up in this world. The worry about what I would do next, the memories that got forced into my head, the people I had killed, and even the walkers that came at us at every turn. It was as if none of that seemed to matter at this moment.
And, it was all because of Carley.
I closed my eyes and breathed deeply, not feeling sleepy, but not wanting to get out of the bed, either. I stayed like that for about twenty minutes, until I felt Carley begin to move against me. I opened my eyes, smiling at the sight of her rubbing her eyes with her hand. Carley's hair was a mess, but in a way, it still look nice.
"Morning," I greeted, softly.
She blinked open her eyes, and smiled. "Morning."
I placed my hand on her cheek, moving some of the long strands of hair from her face. "You really are something, Car', you know that?"
"Is that a good thing, or a bad thing," she asked.
I half shrugged. "Depends on your definition of bad, I guess." We laid there for a few moments in silence, the sound of the rest of our people coming from outside the bedroom. Not very loud, but loud enough to know that a good number of them were awake. How long did we sleep for? What time is it?
"So, after last night, I guess we're officially a thing," Carley said, softly.
Raising an eyebrow, I asked. "What, were we not a thing before?"
"Its not that we weren't. Its just that usually when I get into relationships, they," she paused for a moment. "Start fast and end just as quickly. The longest relationship I've ever been in only last four months, and I've never been with someone this long and not had sex by week one."
"You're joking."
"No, I'm serious," she sighed. "I don't know if you've noticed, but I kinda have a high sex drive. I've always been kinda quick to put out, not to mention the guys I've been with weren't looking for a committed relationship. They just wanted a fuck buddy."
I sat up. "So, there wasn't at least one guy who was serious before me?"
"There was a few; one cheated on me, and that was the end of that. Then there was my boyfriend in college, Terry; it started off alright, but after a while, we just ...didn't feel that much of a connection anymore, so we started seeing other people."
"Was he the one that lasted four months?"
Carley leaned up on her elbow, and gave a nod. "Yeah. I cared about him, but it just wasn't going to work. We stayed friends after that for a little while, then we went our separate ways."
"Wow, that sucks," I said. "Just to put this out there, though, I'm not gonna lose interest just because we had sex. I'm not the hit it and quit it type." I smiled softly at her; I had my Mom to think for my mature(to some) outlook on relationships: 'treat a good relationship like rare gem,' she'd say. 'Cause then you'll do everything in your power not to lose it'. I'd yet to find that 'rare gem', though with Carley I had a feeling I might.
"If anything, Car', I'm like ten times more into you now, and that's saying a lot considering how good we connected before you tried to suck my soul from my body."
"Did you just compare me to a sex demon?" the ex-reporter asked playfully, making a face.
"Let's put it this way, if we're still together years from now. My heart is gonna give out from you riding me, well before a walker has a chance to eat me," I said, chuckling. "But, aye, there are worse ways to die, right? I just pray I cum before I go."
Carley let out a laugh, slapping me on the arm. "Oh, shut up. I'm not that bad."
"Well, you sure wore me out," I retorted. "Could have shown me a little mercy. But, I feel really good, and relaxed," I flopped down on my back and stretched, my hands pressing against the wooden headboard. "Honestly, I haven't felt this relaxed since before this all started."
"It would be odd if you weren't relaxed," Carley said. She pressed her body closer to me, and leaned her head on my chest; in response, I put my arm around her. She sighed. "I wish we could just stay in bed all day."
"Car', I don't even think we'd be able to do that if things were normal," I said. "I mean, if the walkers didn't show up, what are the chances we'd have even met and gotten to know each other?"
"Probably zero," Carley said. She paused in thought. "Defiantly zero."
"Yeah, I would've been behind bars thanks to the assholes I called my friends," I muttered. I didn't even remember my friends of this world that well, yet I still felt an odd sadness and anger towards them. "The closest thing I'd have to a girlfriend in prison is some big buff guy named Buhbuh from cell-block E, and I'd probably be the girlfriend." I shuddered. "But, at least I'd have someone to braid my hair."
Carley giggled. "Well, unfortunately for Buhbuh, your with me. I can't say I'm as good at braiding your hair as him, but I think I can more than make up for it."
"Carley, you had Buhbuh beat when I first saw you," I said, softly. The brown haired woman leaned in and captured my lips again; our kiss was passionate, but much different than last night. After the experience we shared, I felt closer to her than ever. The way she made me feel, the way her voice put me at ease, and her touch. I was falling for Carley, hard, and I was no where close to hitting to ground yet.
Nibbling on her bottom lip, I trailed my hand up her over her hip, before turning her onto her back. I began kissing her down her neck and the middle of her chest between her breasts, my hand moving up her thigh, giving small massages as my fingers got closer towards her lower lips.
Carley sighed. "I thought you were worn out?"
"I was." I kissed my way back up her chest, until I got to the spot under her jawline that I found out was sensitive. "Now, I'm not." I gently sucked hard on the sweet spot, right over the mark I'd left from the night before; Carley groaned, running her hands through my hair as my fingers slowly work their way further up her thigh. I leaned back, "that's unless you're opposed to a minute or two of fun."
"The fact that you can say that with a straight face."
"Hey, once I get more experience, I'll be the one wearing you out," I said. "Shall we continue where we left off." Carley gave a small smirk, and nodded. I grinned and kissed her, groping her breasts with my other hand; Carley reached down and slowly stroked my erection.
Before we could do anything else, though, a loud knock came from the door. "You two awake in there. Everyone's down stairs eating breakfast," came Ben's voice.
I sighed, and moved away from Carley, who groaned. "So much for that plan," I muttered, before facing the door. "Yeah, we're up. We'll be down in a sec. And save me some peaches, will ya."
"Uh ...sure, see you down stairs."
Once Ben walked off, I swung my feet over the edge of the bed and stood up. "Jeez, talk about unknowing cock-blocking someone, huh." I picked my boxers up off the floor and started putting them on. The wood floor creaked slightly as Carley got out of bed and began dressing herself. "Then again, today we might need all the energy we can get."
"We had to get out of bed at some point," the ex-reporter said. "Hey, is my bra over there?"
I pulled up my jeans and tightened my belt. Glancing down and saw her bra at my feet, next to my shirt. "Yeah," I picked it up and tossed it over to her side of the bed, then put on my shirt; I sat back down on the bed and pulled on my socks, trying to think on my next move. For the first time in a while, I honestly had no idea what our next strategy would be.
Not only were things beginning to split from what happened at the end of the first season, but without the knowledge of what was suppose to happen in season two asides from a few clips and teaser trailers, I was more or less stuck in a bind. And that worried me.
What do I even do now? There are no boats, so where do we even go from here. I thought, frowning. I pinched the bridge of my nose, and closed my eyes. Diana is immune. Other people may be immune, too. That being the case, how many people were immune this whole time, but offed themselves for fear of turning; what even makes a person immune? What's so special about Diana? I groaned. What do I-.
I opened my eyes when I felt the bed sink in behind me, and Carley wrapped her arms around me from behind, with her chin in my shoulder and her face close to mine.
"You've gotten really tense, all of a sudden," she said, softly in my ear. "What's wrong?"
I sighed. "Nothings wrong. I'm just thinking of the best course of action to take right now," I said. "There aren't any boats left, and we found Clementine's mom and winters almost here; I'm just having a hard time figuring out where we should go next. All I know is that we can't stay in Savanna."
"And why couldn't we stay in Savanna?" Carley asked, "I don't know if you've noticed, but its starting to get chilly outside and no one felt it in here. This house is pretty well insulated; we could stay here for the winter."
Carley's words got me thinking. We could, couldn't we. I mused. I weighed the pros and cons in my head; she was right about the house, the worst thing we had to worry about at the moment was the cold. Maybe, if we could find a small generator and a few portable heaters. That would help. But, what about food and water? With what we came with, including what we found in the attic, we had enough here to last us for at least a month and some days.
Then came the next big concern, medicine. We had a limited supply, and the surrounding area was picked clean of almost everything. The only place I could think of that was well stocked with enough supplies and food to last us the winter was Crawford. However, Omid never got hurt, so we didn't have much of a reason to go there, and since we left the Motor Inn before a larger number of bandits showed up, even if he or someone did get hurt at this point, we had enough that we wouldn't need to go to Crawford. But the amount of medicine we had wasn't much, and Lilly took her half with her when she left.
If staying here was going to be the new plan, then we would still need to raid Crawford, regardless of rather or not everyone behind the walls were walkers now, like in the original story line, or not.
Taking everything that's happened so far into account, and considering we have three kids, a toddler and no where in mind to go if we do decide to leave. Staying here during the winter does seem to be the best course of action.
I turned my head towards Carley and smiled. "You know what, you're right," I kissed her on the cheek and stood, facing her fully. "We can defiantly stay here. We can reinforce the gates and doors better, scavenge the other areas of the city for supplies and bring everything back here; if we really try, we just might be able to pull this off."
Carley crawled off the bed and stood. "Molly said that the entire city was picked clean by those Crawford people. We're gonna have a hard time finding anything."
"Which is why, we're going to steal from the one place we know has what we need," I said, smirking.
"You don't mean-."
"That we're gonna sneak into Crawford for what we need and then some," I said. "Yep, that's the plan."
"Is that even a good idea? We don't know those people," Carley said.
"To be honest, for all I know, we could be kicking a bee hive. Which is why we need to talk to everyone, before we make any moves," I said. I went over and unzipped my bag and grabbed an unopened bottle of water, toothpaste and my toothbrush from the bag, and began heading for the bathroom door, "for now, lets clean up and get some food in us; can't plan well on an empty stomach and your hair is still a mess."
"That's funny, your hair isn't exactly up to standard, either, you know."
I stopped in front of the bathroom door, and turned to her, grinning. "I wonder who's fault that is, Ms. Hair-Puller."
"Oh, shut it. Your hair was a mess before I even touched it."
"Ah ...touche."
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