** This chapter contains some sexual violence. **
The Wolves
After they got out of the K-mart, it had only taken them until about the middle of the day to find the town they were looking for. They set up camp far enough away that they wouldn't be seen or heard by the people inside the walls. Then Derek left them there and headed in to try and see if he could get a look at the woman from the picture. The walls were easy to climb, and no one was guarding anything except the front gate. It was easy to get inside, and then sneak from house to house, looking in the windows. He had to check about ten houses before he found her. She was walking down the road with another woman, holding the baby he had seen in the picture.
To see her in a black and white photo was one thing, but to really see her, she took his breath away. She was wearing cowboy boots and cut-off denim shorts. In the picture he had only been able to see the tattoos on her arms, but now he could see they ran up the side of one of her legs too. There was a floral design leading up into a huge lizard on one of her thighs. It wasn't a wolf, but it was still pretty bad ass. Her long hair was up in a ponytail that swung when she walked. She was walking with a shorter blonde woman, talking and laughing with her. He noticed the other woman had scars on her face as well. She wasn't as pretty as the woman Derek had come to see, but she would do just fine as a mate for one of his pack members. Jared seemed content with the girl Derek had given him, but that still left Jon alone.
The shorter woman walked up the porch of one of the houses and went inside, but his woman waved at her and continued on to the next house. Derek looked around to be sure he wouldn't be seen and then crossed the street and hid in the bushes near the back porch. To his delight, the woman came out onto the porch and started feeding her baby. She was singing the baby a soft little song, rocking him and stroking his hair. Derek thought about what it would feel like to have her touch his hair, maybe when he was on top of her, his mouth on hers. He watched her, touching himself through his pants until her baby got done eating and she got up and headed back inside. Then he waited a few minutes and headed in the door after her.
He snuck through the house, hiding behind walls and in closets, watching the woman. She handed the baby off to another woman with bright red hair that fed him some applesauce. He watched them for a few minutes and then followed the other woman upstairs and watched her change the sheets on her bed. She was humming to herself, but it was a tune he didn't recognize. When she left the room to take her dirty laundry downstairs, he got so close to her that he could smell her. She was gone, so he slipped into her room and dug through her drawers, taking what he wanted, which was a soft pair of well worn underpants. Derek slipped them into his pocket. He also noticed some of the drawers contained men's clothing, which angered him. When he found out which man was sharing her bed, he would make sure that man died slow.
Derek would have been happy to watch the woman all day, but he had other things he needed to do. These people clearly had guns, and it looked like they had a lot of them. If they wanted to take this town, they were going to need to steal some. Earlier he had seen some people going in and out of a building near the front gate. He guessed that's where the guns were stashed. Sneaking quietly, he went down behind the little row of houses and peeked inside the building. There were a ton of guns inside, and better yet, the only person guarding them was a heavy set woman that he could easily overpower. These people were even stupider than the last big group he had taken.
Derek checked the area around the front of the builiding and then slipped inside. He liked that no one here locked their doors. The woman had her back to him. He got his knife out and creeped up behind her. She gasped when she felt his hands on her, then she felt the knife against her throat.
"Make one noise and I will slash your throat like the pig you are," he hissed at her. Derek grabbed her arm and spun her around so he could look at her face. He smiled at her, she was nice and scared, just the way he liked his prey.
"Take whatever you want," the woman told him, putting her shaking hands in the air. He turned her back around and slammed her face down hard on the top of the table until he saw blood.
"I will," he told her. Then he yanked her dress up and cut her underpants off with his knife. He slammed into her, making her squeal like a little pig. It didn't take him long, he was already geared up from spying on the woman with the tattoos, who he knew from listening her talk to the woman with the red hair was named RickyJo. He mumbled her name when he came inside the woman he was taking. When he was done, he turned the woman over. He had broken her nose when he was slamming her face into the table and her face was covered in blood and snot and tears. She was crying and begging him to stop. He slapped her face. Then he took her by the hair and held her down on the table. While she cried and begged some more, he carved the W into her forehead. Then he pulled her up and looked for someplace to stash her. There was a small broom closet full of cleaning supplies. He shoved her inside and then reached in after her, pulling her head back and slitting her throat. Couldn't have this little pig squealing on him, now could he?
He grabbed a towel and cleaned up the blood on the table from her broken nose. With luck, no one would find her for a while. Then he took a gun bag and filled it quickly with the things he wanted. Derek climbed the wall behind the building and tossed the bag over. He was planning to climb over after it, but something by the edge of the supply building caught his eye. The fat woman must have been growing a little flower garden. Derek didn't know much about getting women to like him. He had always taken the ones he wanted by force. But more than anything, he wanted the woman with the tattoos to like him. And while he had never given flowers to anyone before, he knew that girls liked getting them. He ran over and picked the best looking ones he could find. When he got done he was impressed with his small bouquet. Sneaking down the street he made his way back to her house. There was a lot of commotion coming from outside, and everyone was out on the back porches, so it was easy to get inside. He even went into the kitchen and took a mason jar from the drying rack next to the sink and put a little water in it. Then he tiptoed up the stairs and placed the flowers next to her bed.
Since people were outside being so loud, Derek didn't really even have to sneak. He walked back down the stairs and out the front door, heading a few houses down before he went into the backyard and over the wall. Then he headed towards the front gate to pick up his gun bag. When he got close, he slowed down his pace and stepped quietly through the grass. A black woman was kneeling next to the bag, looking through it. She had short hair that was braided back away from her face. By the time she knew he was next to her, he was punching her in the face. She dropped like a sack of potatoes. Derek leaned down and picked her up, slinging her over his shoulder. Then he picked up the gun bag with the other hand and headed back to his camp, whistling the tune he had heard RickyJo singing to her baby.