AUTHOR'S NOTES: Remember kiddies, if you can't eat it, drink it, shag it, befriend it, make an enemy out of it or kill it, leave it the fuck alone. #tips from a brit. Welcome to chapter 3! It has over 2000 words, and my fingers will be non-existent by the time you've finished reading this instalment. Please send some fingers ASAP; I will pay you in bullets. Or puppy eyeballs. (Andrea knows what I'm talking about.) Italics are inciting a dream or thought, if you haven't figured that shit out by now. (Also, I'm sorry that this chapter is delayed – life gets in the way – and this is the very first intimate scene I've ever written. Enjoy!)
DISCLAIMER: Check chapter 2, my homey.
Chapter 3:
Clouds thicker than several bibles strung together rolled over the already darkening skies, threatening to precipitate upon the land. Alice sat upon a weathered rock, her brunette hair in an endless war with the wind, attempting to dominate Alice's facial region. Flourishing conifer trees stood before her, behind her and all around her, completely taking over the landscape. The brunette had absolutely no idea where she was, nor did she care: she felt at peace, her body surrendering to the tranquillity of the landscape before her. Rain began to fall, each droplet gracing Alice's skin and dampening her clothes. The brunette hasn't felt the cool rain since incident at the Hive, and by god, she was enjoying it.
Little did she know, however, of the young redhead approaching Alice from behind. Her clothes were soaked through – revealing a black bra – and her shining red hair was plastered to her scalp. Clambering up the now drenched rock, the unidentified woman silently walked over to where Alice was sitting. She wrapped her pale arms around the unsuspecting brunette, eliciting a quiet gasp from the older woman. Alice leaned into the touch, turning her head to the right to take in the redhead's pure beauty. Leaning forward, the redhead captured the soft lips that belonged to Alice: their lips barely touched, a simple breeze of a kiss between the two women. But they didn't just leave it at that. Alice turned around to face the redhead and captured her lips once more with the ferocity of an enraged woman and the passion of an artist. The redhead reciprocated by entwining her fingers into the brunette's drenched hair and entering her tongue into Alice's mouth. The tongues duelled, giving and taking pleasure from the two women commanding them. They nipped, they sucked and they lightly bit one another for what felt like a lifetime: unfortunately, the need for air broke the passionately ferocious kiss. Looking into one another's eyes deeply – lust and love clouding their vision – as the much needed oxygen burned their lungs; Alice noted the gorgeous emerald eyes looking into her sapphire orbs. Alice pushed the stunning redhead down onto the rock, straddling her as she did so. Kissing once again, hands roamed and experienced every inch of skin possible: rubbing, entwining, kneading, grasping and gently pinching the other woman. A guttural moan filled the air once she began to knead the redhead's thighs: she could feel the other woman's heat through the soaked jeans. The redhead grasped onto the brunette's hips, her own bucking forward when Alice's hands kneaded a sensitive spot. Hands wandered below waistlines, and the two women moaned into the rain. The redhead could feel Alice's extremely wet core, and Alice could feel the redhead's hand at her own.
The rain began to pour harder and faster as the two women entered each other, the clapping of precipitation against nature drowning out the duo's ever-growing pleasure.
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Alice woke up with a start. Sweat was dripping from her brow, moist dampness covering her shoulder blades and her core exceedingly wet. Rolling over, she noticed her weathered pistol haphazardly placed in her holster. The older woman remembered what she almost did last night, involving a bullet and a mass of gore.
Why did I even bother? It wouldn't even work. My sentence from fate is to roam these barren wastelands on my lonesome. I deserve nothing.
Sighing, she sat up and watched the glaring sun crest the horizon. It'd be another dry day, with as much chance of rain as there is hope for humanity. Alice ran a worn hand through dirty auburn hair, and pondered on her dream.
Where the fuck was I? Nowhere in the world now has flourished that much, the T-Virus has killed all of nature and its inhabitants. Second of all, who is that redhead, and why was I dreaming about her? I'm pretty sure I'm not gay. I've never slept with a woman before, and I'm certainly not planning to sleep with one. Then why am I so fucking aroused? I don't understand.
Not the one to dwindle on (sometimes arousing) dreams, Alice began to begin her morning routine; putting out the fire, packing her equipment, loading the equipment on to the barely fuelled BMW motorcycle, and finally equipping her trusty weapons. Slipping her desert duster on, she picked up the first of her weapons: her dual pistols, strapped to her outer thighs. Next, her sturdy shotgun, holstered to her back. Finally, her trusty kukri knives, which she placed into their holders, strapped to the small of her back. Alice honestly didn't know why she carried all these weapons; she was practically a weapon of mass destruction within herself.
After being injected by the T-Virus by the Umbrella Corporation, Alice has never been the same. Her blood cells merged with the infectious pathogens, removing the last piece of humanity the brunette could ever cling on to. Albeit the T-Virus enhancing her vision, her hearing, her strength, her healing times and even improving her speed, and just about everything else, she felt like her body was not her own. She felt like she wasn't always alone in her own body. And worst of all, she didn't feel like she belonged at all: the brunette felt that even with looking like a human and acting like a human, she was the biggest monstrosity, the biggest extra-terrestrial on the face of this dead planet. Alice felt like there was a massive arrow pointing at her head, letting any other survivor know she wasn't safe and she wasn't worth having as a companion.
But then again, she wasn't safe. She could move massive boulders with telepathy, make a human bleed from their eye sockets, tear motorways in half and she was pretty sure she could punch a survivor clean through the head. She was a walking death trap.
Mounting her motorcycle with ease, she hit the thrust and sped off down the ever-decaying road. Alice hugged the center line, going wherever fate decided to go.
The sun irradiated the sky, threatening to damage Alice's already contaminated skin. If it weren't for her shawl, goggles and long duster, she was pretty sure that her skin would've dried up months ago.
Alice drove for what felt like a decade: particles of sand battered her cheekbones; the uncomforting wind gave no relief from the sun bearing down on the brunette.
By the time the brightest star was in the middle of the sky, Alice was already fifty miles within Salt Lake City. Her duster coat was billowing out in the wind behind her, and her motorbike left thick clouds of dust in her wake. The brunette looked up at the sun, and estimated the time was around one in the afternoon.
I suppose I should stop for a break, Alice debated with herself.
Pulling up at an abandoned garage, Alice dismounted the motorcycle and whipped out one her pistols. Although the T-Virus granted Alice the power to sense any infection in a two hundred meter radius, it was always better safe than sorry. Approaching the seemingly deserted garage, the sandy brunette nudged open the faded door, earning a groaning creak from the unused object. Her Bermuda blue orbs flickered across the empty space, trying to detect any threat or lethality. After an intense few minutes, the woman was sure that the garage was safe enough to stay in for an hour. She walked back out to move her motorcycle and to collect her equipment. As she did so, a queer sound filled her sensitive eardrums. Alice titled her head to focus on the sound, or for that matter, several loud cracks.
Gunfire.
Without a second thought, she climbed back onto her motorcycle and sped off towards the gunfire. She skilfully weaved between rocks and dead bushes, and barely managed to escape from bogging down in the sand.
Why am I in such a rush? I'm only going to get rejected by the humans. If they're still alive, that is. But then again, I'm condemned on this planet. Might as well try and save a few people while the heart still beats within my chest.
She twisted the thrust further, spurring the motorcycle to move faster. The motorcycle complained by letting out a worrying clunk when Alice tried to push it even further. Just up ahead of her, was the biggest horde the brunette had seen in a long time. Squinting against the harsh sunlight, she noticed several men and a woman fighting off the horde with basic handguns and machine guns, but they were beginning to lose. The infected just kept on coming, and they didn't halt with their hungering assault. Alice had to act fast, and she had to strike hard. The motorcycle was driving on its last legs as she revved it up to 120mph. The horde was fast approaching in front of her, and it was her prime time to actually save somebody's life for once. Suddenly jerking the motorcycle to the left, she began to skid the vehicle along the road, knocking over infected as she sped across. Before she lost precious momentum, Alice rolled off and drew her pistol, firing a well-aimed bullet at the gas canister on her motorcycle: as soon as the two entities collided, a scorching explosion filled the ears and vision of anybody nearby. In one fluid motion, she rolled up onto her heels and began firing at the offenders attempting to get some fresh lunch. Infected were dropping like flies, but her attempts would soon be thwarted; Alice was quickly running out of ammunition. As she began to back away from the horde, she spotted something, or rather someone in her peripheral vision. The young woman was pinned down by an overweight undead, and her pale neck was about to be torn in two. Tunnel vision acquired, she sprinted towards the woman in danger with superhuman speed. Alice hauled the infected off the woman with ease, anger beginning to seep into her strength and tactics. With precise skill, her hands locked around the undead's skull and twisted with such strength that the head did an exact 180 degree turn, emitting a gut-wrenching crack as the spinal cord was severed. Twisting around, Alice caught an undead approaching her as she punched the offending creature clean through the head: she was elbow deep in blood and bone, her complete forearm was through the cranium and her balled up fist was protruding out the other side, dripping in pieces of brain and coagulated blood. Without looking down on the almost-bitten human, she began to agitate her T-Virus pathogens swirling around in her bloodstream: undead were sprinting towards the human and herself, and Alice would have not enough time to reload or even change weapons. Pupils dilating, adrenaline pumping and senses dramatically increasing, Alice let out an ear-shatteringly almighty holler that could be heard throughout the dead state as waves of telepathy emitted from the infected brunette. As her vocal chords began to strain under the intense power, infected bodies began to drop. Heads exploded, sending brain matter every which-where. Bones were violently snapped in half and even some undead were sent flying in various directions.
How the fuck did I even manage that?
When she was sure that all threats were disposed of, she dropped to her knees. The young woman rushed to her side, trying to get Alice to focus on her. A beautifully smooth voice graced her ears: "Holy – are you there? Don't fall unconscious, stay with me! Don't you fucking dare pass out on me!"
All Alice saw was stunning burgundy hair and glowing lush green eyes, then blackness.