I pull off the main road, cut the engine, and wake the teen up. She smiles and asks, "What's going on?". I tell her, "We're in Iowa. Only a few hours from Minnesota, then Canada.". She nods, then asks, "Why did we stop?". I inwardly roll my eyes and tell her, "I need to rest, and you can't drive.". She looks a little upset, but nods and accepts my decision. I pull out some cooked doctor and hand it to her, the woman devouring her meal. I eat my own food, then stretch. I'm somewhat tired, but not by much. When we're done eating I ask the teenager, "How's your leg feel?". She taps the appendage, then tells me, "It's okay. I took some painkillers earlier, so it's actually pretty numb. Hey, can I ask you something?". I hold back a sarcastic reply, and nod. The teenager gets comfortable and asks me, "What did people like me and you do when they liked each other?". I cock my head and tell her, "You've asked me that before.". She blushes scarlet red, and tells me, "That's not what I meant.". I suddenly realize what she means, and I quickly tell her, "I'll answer that question by demonstrating, and only when your leg is better.". She looks down at her wound and complains, "But that'll take weeks!". I nod and tell her, "I know.". She sighs, but whines, "Can't it be sooner?". Damn, she's more ready than I thought.

I clear my throat and ask her, "When would you like to?". She looks almost thrilled as she says, "Now.". I can't help rolling my eyes. I tell the woman, "Absolutely not. How about a compromise?". She quickly nods, somewhat less excited. I think of something, then tell her, "When we're in Canada and we're in a safe place.". She knocks on the car window and tells me, "This is a safe place, and we're almost in Canada. You can almost show me.". I sigh and tell her, "No.". She looks absolutely crestfallen, but nods and glumly tells me, "Fine.". She yawns, covering her mouth. I myself am barely able to hold back a yawn and suddenly remember how filthy we are. I tell her, "Go to sleep, I'm going to move the car real quick.". She nods and snuggles up as best she can in the seat, tucking her head on her shoulder and going to sleep. I'm not sure what I'm looking for, but I know when I find it. A small stream, bustling down the rocky terrain. The teenager is afraid of water, but she can't drown in this. It's perfect. I once again turn the car off, position myself, and close my eyes.

I slowly wake up, looking around. No zombies, bandits, or anything else. I rouse the teen and tell her, "Do you wish to clean yourself before breakfast?". She happily nods, and allows me to carry her out of the car. I relieve her of her clothes, place them on the side of the stream, and take her over to the water. I make sure to prop her leg out of the water, but the rest of her body is in the stream. I to get naked and wade into the stream, the water clean and pure. I don't even doubt that the virus isn't in this water. When the woman's hair is soaked I splash over to her, and begin untangling her red locks. She sighs and closes her eyes in content, allowing me to run my fingers through her wet hair. When it's back to normal I tell her, "Wash off your body, I have to take care of my own hair.". I wanted to shave my skull, but I don't have a razor with me. I have a few knives, but they're too sharp to shave with. So, I untangle my own hair, then begin to scrub the dirt from my body with my hands. Finally, I wade over to our clothes and begin to wash them. I lay them out in the sun, and the teenager and I simply stay in the water and enjoy the feel of the stream. When our clothes are dry we exit the river, dry off, and dress. I look over and can't help starring at the teenager. She was attractive before, but now she's a thousand times prettier. Her long, fiery locks cascade down her back, her grass green eyes seem to sparkle, and her sugary skin is clean. Damn, why did I tell her to wait? I shake the inappropriate thoughts from my head, and tell the teenager, "Come on, let's go back to the car.". She nods, and allows me to once again carry her to the car.

My arms are burning from the exertion of carrying her back and forth, but I don't complain. It's not her fault she got injured. I start the car, find the main road, and once again begin driving. I see a sign that reads Saint Paul Ahead. I shrug and decide to go into the city, we're protected in our car. The streets are littered with garbage, but I'm able to go around it. Suddenly, the teenager lets out a loud gasps. I slam on the brakes, pull out my gun, and look around. The teenager is pointing out the window, and when I look I see she's pointing at a movie theater. I hold in an exasperated sigh because I know what exactly what she's going to ask. She says (just as I expected), "What's that?". I quickly explain, "It's a place where people would gather to eat, watch movies, and have sex in the dark corners.". The teen's eyes grow wide, she looks at the place again, and asks, "What's 'Titanic'?". It suddenly occurs to me she never would have been taught that a gigantic ship sunk hundreds of years ago (and was made into a romantic movie), so I elaborate, "It's a romantic movie. Now, come on.". The teenager reaches over to stop me from driving away and asks me, "What's it about?". I shrug and answer, "It's hard to explain.". She blinks and asks, "Can we watch it?". I begin explaining the difficulties and risks of going into the theater, looking for a film, locating the generator (I use to work in the movies when I was a teen, so I know where one would be), and playing the movie. I'm not even sure why a movie theater is playing Titanic years after it was released (assuming they shut down in 2020, that's still a long time), so the movie might not even be in there. But the extremely saddened look on the teenager's face stops me. I don't see any zombies in the area, and the teen deserves a little happiness in this world. So, I sigh and tell her, "Come on, I'll carry you.".

I heave her into my arms, shut the car door, and rush her into the building. I honestly can't believe I'm doing this. I take her inside, find a clean theater, and place her in a seat dead center of the place. I hand her a gun and tell her, "Shoot anything that isn't me.". It takes a few hours, but I manage to secure the place. No zombies, all exits and entrances are blocked, and everything is safe. I find the generator shoved into a corner, untouched. Strange, but there seems to be a lot of useful stuff in here. An ancient camera that instantly develops the film into pictures, some bullets (they don't fit either of our guns, but I keep them), and a hunting knife. I pocket everything, and begin searching for the movie. I find What Dreams May Come, The Fault In Our Stars, Romeo and Juliet (the old version), and All That Heaven Allows. Seems the theater was going on a depressing/romantic movie spree. I'm about to settle for What Dreams May Come when I see one last film out of the corner of my eye. I pick it up and sigh in relief. Titanic. I honestly fell asleep during the film, and never felt a need to watch it a second time. Granted, I was foolish enough to think the film would be historically accurate. But if the teenager wants to watch it, then I can stomach it. Besides, it's been too long since I've watched a movie.

I grab the generator, put the film under my armpit, and begin dragging it into the 'restricted' area of the theater. I get everything set up, stick my head out into the theater, and ask her, "Are you ready?". She gives me a thumbs up, and I start the film. When I worked at the theater my boss always told me, "Someone needs to watch over the playing movie at all times.". I did once, then goofed off every time after that. No film ever caught on fire, stopped playing, or randomly exploded. So, I've generally accepted that nobody needs to make sure the film keeps playing correctly. I run down to the theater, bar the doors, and take a seat by the teenager. I pull out some pieces of doctor, and offer them to the teen. She happily snatches them up and devours them, and I follow her lead. The traditional dish is popcorn, but human meat will have to do. I lean back, allow the survivor to curl up into my side, and watch the movie. I've seen the movie before, but to the teenager it's completely new. She seems impressed with the simple fact we're able to watch a movie on a screen this big. I usually hate when people talk during the movie, but I allow the teen to ask questions. Most of them are answered in a few seconds, but occasionally I have to answer one of her concerns. Her main one is, "Is this a true story?". Without thinking I answer, "Yes.". It only occurs to me a few seconds later she meant the romance part, not the ship part. I turn to correct myself, but stop when I see the look of wonder on the younger woman's face.

I'll let her think that the story is true, nobody is going to correct her. I once again lean back, watching the movie. The teenager is thrilled with the movie, she gasps in the right places, laughs on the few appropriate occasions, and leans forward in suspense whenever she should. However, there's one major problem. The film must have been cut by someone (or a rat) because it randomly stops playing, and right after Rose and Jack were clinging to the railing. I shrug and say, "I guess someone cut the film. Oh well.". But it's not 'oh well' to the teenager. She turns to me with shock in her eyes and asks, "What happened?". Jack died, Rose got married to someone she could never truly love, told the story to a handful of people, and she threw some necklace into the ocean. But I can tell that would absolutely destroy the teenager, so I tell her, "A lifeboat saved both of them, they went back to New York, got married, had tons of babies, and lived happily ever after. The end.". The smile on the teen's face tells me she's pleased with my ending, and she doesn't question it. The teenager relaxes, and snuggles into my side. I feel a twinge of guilt for taking advantage of the teenager's ignorance, but brush it aside. We enjoy each other's company for a little while, then the teenager reaches up and pecks me on the cheek. I smile, turn my head to say something, and feel the teenager capture my lips with hers. I sigh into the kiss and simply enjoy it, but I'm forced to make a major decision when I feel the teen's hand come up to my breast. It's clear she wants something, and I know exactly what. She's willing, and wants to have sex. Now. We aren't in a car, we're safe, and my moral compass is obviously shattered. What could it hurt to fuck a ignorant, underage teenager in the middle of a theater? I just ate a piece of a human being, how could this be worse?

I ask her, "Can you feel your leg?". When she shakes her head I make my decision. I pull up the armrests around us, stand up, and lay her across the makeshift couch. She gasps, but I can see the excitement in her eyes. She's not sure what I'm going to do (I'm actually not sure about that, I'm pretty sure her stepmother did something sexual to her), but she obviously wants it. It's a challenge to relieve her of her clothes, but I manage it. Damn, I should have gotten the woman naked back in Texas. Firm, high tits, small pink pebbles for nipples, a fiery cunt, sugary skin, and a tight, wet entrance that screams virgin. If her stepmother ever got in her pants, then it wasn't for long. I lean down and capture a nipple in my mouth, sucking and nibbling on the hardened flesh. The survivor gasps in shock and pleasure, twining her hands in my hair. I smile, but keep sucking. I trail one hand down her stomach, and stop above her entrance. I gingerly work one of my fingers into her, the woman moving her hips in discomfort. When I have one finger in her I stop sucking on her tit, and instead begin to kiss her. I don't want to hear her scream or whine when I break her hymen. I put one finger beside the one inside her, and thrust it into her. She rips her mouth away from mine and yelps, and begins yanking her hips away. I shush her and place my other hand on her stomach, holding her still. I calm her by telling her, "Wait a few seconds, you'll get use to it and enjoy it.".

I wait a few seconds, begin moving my fingers, and ask, "Better?". She shakes her head and ask, "Am I suppose to like this? This doesn't feel pleasurable at all. It's actually really uncomfortable. Can you not do this?". I sigh, remove my fingers, and tell her, "Fine, I'll try something else.". I travel down her body, spread her legs, and go to use my mouth on her. She instantly puts her hands in my way and asks, "What the hell are you doing?". I sigh and tell her, "Performing cunnilingus, now move your hands.". She doesn't move her hands, and tells me, "I have no idea what that is. What are you going to do?". I once again sigh and explain, "I'm going to use my mouth to fuck you. Trust me, you'll like it.". She looks skeptical and questions, "Is that sanitary?". I roll my eyes and tell her, "Yes, now move your hands before I decide you've killed the mood too much.". She quickly moves her hands, but still looks uncertain. I instantly thrust my face into her cunt, lapping at her entrance. I don't think it brings her that much pleasure, but it'll add to the mood and make her last longer. The main thing I do is bring two fingers up to her clit, and begin messing with it. She lets out a little moan, and starts to move her hips in time with my laps. She has absolutely no sexual stamina, only after a minute or two she orgasms with a deep sigh. I should probably stop, but I just keep going. She's yanking on my hair, but I don't stop until she cums again.

When that's done a brilliant idea hits me, and I grab the camera. I spread her legs, aim the camera at her weeping entrance, and take a few pictures. The woman is too busy to question me, and allows me to take a few pictures of her heaving breast. I wave the pictures in the air, look at them, and put them in my pocket. I can use those later. The teenager is still panting, her chest heaving as she tries to calm down. I suddenly realize I just took a woman's virginity. Shame should fill me, but instead I feel a strange pride. I'll always be her first. It may not matter to her, but she'll never be able to fix her broken hymen. I suddenly feel how wet I am, and I can't stop myself from slipping a hand into my pants. The teen looks like she wants to reach out to me, but she simply stays still as I masturbate to her naked body. When I finally finish I climb onto the chairs with her, the seats groaning under our weight. I nuzzle her neck, but I become distant. The teen notices and asks, "Is something wrong?". I clear my throat, and tell her something.

So, I'm gonna do something different. This story is going to have multiple endings, and the reader will get to choose. So, make your choice.

I tell her:

For the truth about everything: Read endings 1 & 2

For the truth about the cure: Humanity Revived

For a lie: Yellowknife

Endings 1 & 2

I tell her the truth. About everything. I'm not sure what I expect, but it isn't her reaction. Her face shows disgust, she stands up, and begins dressing. Damn, I thought sex was a emotional lock for teenage girls. I stand up and tell her, "Come on, don't be like that.". She turns around, kicks me, and begins storming out (hobbling on her injured leg). I follow her, begging her to calm down. She yells, "I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU! WHY WOULD YOU LIE TO ME LIKE THAT? YOU'RE SICK, YOU KNOW THAT? YOU'RE A SICK, FUCKED UP-". Her words are cut off as she storms outside, and a horde of zombies come charging down the street. I guess she was yelling louder than she thought. She may be pissed at me, but she runs (probably hurting her leg in the process) back into the theater with me. She destroyed a few of my barricades escaping, but I quickly put them back up. We turn and begin jogging to where we watched Titanic, but we don't make it in time. The teenager falls to the ground due to her injured leg, a zombie instantly falling on top of her. She screams and trashes, but I have to pull her from under the monster. I'm not sure how we managed to get back in the theater, but we do. I block the door, the zombies temporarily at bay. I sigh in relief and turn around, the teenager looking at her hand in horror. It's clear why. A chunk of it is missing, bitten clean off by a zombie. I move to comfort her, but stop when she motions at my arm. I see a large amount of blood on my skin. I wipe the liquid away and see-

For clear skin go to: A Song Goodbye (Ending 1)

For a bite go to: The Taste Of Steel (Ending 2)

A Song Goodbye

Clear skin. Not a single bite. I sigh in relief, then pause when I realize the teenager is still bitten. I slowly walk over to her, take her in my arms, and shush her. She wails, hugs me, and whispers, "I'm infected.". I pat her back and tell her, "Don't worry it'll-". She sadly chuckles and asks, "Be fine? No it won't.". I pat her back and tell her, "We'll think of something.". She pulls back and whispers, "Kill me.". I freeze and tell her, "No.". I see tears roll down her face and she says, "Please. I don't want to be like them. Please.". I shake my head and tell her, "I can't.". She yanks my gun from my belt, places it to her head, but just leaves it there. She closes her eyes, her finger slowly presses down, and she throws the gun to the ground. She's openly crying as she says, "I can't do it.". She looks at me and begs, "Please.". I slowly pick up the gun and tell her, "I'm not sure I can.". She takes my hand, places it against her head, and begs, "Please.". I swallow and ask, "Are you sure?". She nods, but tells me, "I want to know one thing.". When I nod she asks, "What happens when we die?". Nothing. We rot, become worm food, and nothing 'spiritual' happens. We're dead, nothing more. But she doesn't want to hear that, so I paint a picture of paradise for her. A heaven meant just for her, including everyone and everything she loves.

She sniffles, puts the gun to her skull, and whispers, "I love you.". I swallow and tell her, "I love you.". I pull the trigger, and nearly pass out when the woman falls to the ground, twitching. I missed. I had the gun point blank to her head, and I hit her spine. I cradle her in my arms, the woman unable to speak. I put the gun back to her head, but the weapon simply clicks. I'm out of bullets. The woman doesn't seem to realize what's going on, her eyes flicking from one place to another. But she must see me because her eyes lock on my face. She attempts to move her mouth, but she can't speak. Tears are rolling down my cheeks and landing on her face, baptizing her in my sorrow. I should snap her neck and stop her suffering, but I can't bring myself to do it. I fucked up killing her once, what if I do it again? I don't want her last moment to be as a paralyzed, defenseless creature. I wanted her to die with dignity, but I'm forcing her to slowly bleed out. I begin rocking her upper body, and doing the first thing I can think of to soothe her. I sing. It's the first song that comes to my mind.

"Tears that angels cry.
And they darken all the sky.
When the one you love says good-bye."

She's stopped twitching, but her eyes are still locked with mine.

"Tears that angels cry.
Sing a lullaby.
Sing it soft and only sigh.
When the one you love says good-bye."

Her breathing is becoming shallow, and she's squinting to see me.

"Sing a lullaby.
When your love still is strong."

Her eyes slowly become glassy, and she's struggling for breath.

"When the one you love is gone."

Her chest rises, and falls. Rises, and falls. Rises, and falls one last time. I let out a loud wail, the woman's eyes now two glass spheres. I hear the zombies bursting in, but I'm too busy mourning my lover to notice when they finally reach me.

The End

The Taste Of Steel

Five sharp punctures in my skin. Damn it. I walk over, collapse by the woman, and ask, "What do you want to do?". She whispers, "Kill me.". I freeze and tell her, "No.". I see tears roll down her face and she says, "Please. I don't want to be like them. Please.". I shake my head and tell her, "I can't.". She yanks my gun from my belt, places it to her head, but just leaves it there. She closes her eyes, her finger slowly presses down, and she throws the gun to the ground. She's openly crying as she says, "I can't do it.". She looks at me and begs, "Please.". I slowly pick up the gun and tell her, "I'm not sure I can.". She takes my hand, places it against her head, and begs, "Please.". I swallow and ask, "Are you sure? If you do, then I'm going after you.". She tries to argue, but I stand firm. I tell her, "I'm killing myself after I kill you, if you still want me to. Are you sure?". She nods, but tells me, "I want to know one thing.". When I nod she asks, "What happens when we die?". Nothing. We rot, become worm food, and nothing 'spiritual' happens. We're dead, nothing more. But she doesn't want to hear that, so I paint a picture of paradise for her.

A heaven meant just for her, including everyone and everything she loves. She nods and tells me, "I'm ready.". I look at my gun and tell her, "One bullet.". The survivor quickly motions at me, pulls a bullet from her pocket, and hands it to me. I load it and tell her, "Who first?". She puts the gun in her mouth and manages to slur, "I love you.". I swallow and tell her, "I love you.". I pull the trigger. Her beautiful eyes loose all of their shine, she collapses, and I feel tears stream down my face. I swallow, whisper one last endearment to her corpse, and place the gun in my mouth. I taste a little bit of steel, but it's mostly the size that gets me. It's far too big to be comfortable in my mouth. I swallow, gather my courage, conjure up the image of the survivor in my mind (I want her wonderful face to be my last sight), and pull the trigger.

The End

Humanity Revived

I tell her the truth, but only about the cure. She instantly argues about going back, but I don't want to. In the end she gets her wish. It takes months, but eventually I find the cure is some obscure corner of the hospital (why the doctor kept it I'll never know). We drive to New York, carefully rationing our gas, food, and bullets. Eventually we run out of food, the survivor's leg gets worse, and I'm certain I have a parasite. Finally, we reach the city. They arrest us, take care of us, and take us to court for being rebels. But we give them the cure, and they erase the incident. The survivor is patched up, her leg heals, and she gets to work as a 'adviser'. She travels to schools and tells the kids the dangers of the outside world, showing off her scar and telling of how many zombies almost infected her (it's easy to tell she over-exaggerates during those stories). I end up working as Elisif's personal guard, she demanded I work for her the second she heard I once worked for the president. The survivor and I get an apartment together. It's not big, but it's home. People look and whisper, but we couldn't care less. The government eventually manages to find a 'cure'. They keep talking about 'progress', but I don't see any difference. We can never escape, go outside after eleven at night, or drink anywhere. The government controls how much food we get, how much money we get, and put trackers in our skulls. It may not be the best life in the world, but we did the right thing. I never tell the survivor about all the lies I've told her, and we live happily with one another. No fights, arguments, problems, and the survivor is almost always all over me. It's the perfect relationship. It may not be the best life at times (giving up my freedoms and all), but it's mine. Besides, it could be worse. We could be dead.

The End

Yellowknife

I clear my throat, and tell her, "You just look really good naked.". She blushes, hits my shoulder, and says, "We should get going.". I nod, heave her into my arms, and leave. It takes a few weeks, but we reach Yellowknife in Canada. It's abandoned, the zombies frozen to the ground. We find a empty cabin in the woods near the town, the mountain man inside died of old age. We fortify the house, begin cultivating the ground, and manage to capture a few deer. After a few generations the beasts trust us, and we're able to treat them like cattle. We have to be careful we don't kill them all, interbreed them, or spook them away. But it's better than our garden, which barely scratches by. The survivor's leg heals up, I remove the stitches, and she's good as new. However, one winter hits us harder than most. When it's over we're both thin, we only have three domesticated deer, and our garden is gone. But we rebuild bigger and better (we actually make a decent garden and capture a few more deer). We take care of food, better improve the house whenever we can, and have sex any chance we get. As the years drag by my six pack slowly leaves me, my eyesight falters, and my aim with a gun becomes questionable at best. We both know I'm becoming old, but we don't say anything. I know one day I'll die, and I prepare the survivor for when that happens. I teach her where to bury me, how to gather food without me, and how to sleep with one eye open. But right now I'm still alive, and I enjoy each moment as much as I can.

The End

Thank you all SO much for reading. This wasn't one of my favorites to write, but the last few chapters really had me excited. Sorry for the wait, and the fact this chapter is so long. I just sat at my computer and debated each ending, and eventually just came up with this. I hope you all enjoyed it and liked the multiple endings. -KhajiitWarriorSam