AN: Alright folks, y'all ready for this? Day 2, sunrise. I'm gonna guess that some of you are asking yourselves, "Where's the smut?" Just calm down, it's coming(see what I did there? XD). But seriously, this chapter contains material not suited for 15 and under, parental guidance blah blah blah, reader discretion is adviced, etc. Point is, if you don't like adult content, stop here or muscle through, 'cause it's gonna be a while before Ch. 5 is up.
Oh, and don't forget about the tech Carl's scavenged. It's VERY important. ;) And, for understandable purposes, when Theo speaks, he's using ASL(American Sign Language) and his "words" will be quotated as if was actually vocalizing.

Carl woke from his slumber, three hours before sunrise, and couldn't go back to sleep. His insomnia had gotten worse since he'd regained control of his body. Now he was getting a maximum of two hours of actual sleep, if he slept at all. For the past three days, he'd been going on one cat nap every 18 hours, and had spent the time awake sneaking in electronics, movies, and games. He'd stashed almost all of it on the first four floors. The rest of them went up to his room. Not because he was being a selfish ass, but because they were his from before the infection. In fact, he'd transferred almost all of his old room to this building. The entire top floor was his, and he intended to use every room. The room he was in right now is his bedroom, and next door is his gaming collection, TV and consoles included. Next to that was his computer room, and the second-to-last room was his personal library. The only room not currently being used was at the end, and Carl had set it aside as an elevator stop of sorts, so his friends could come up if they wanted to.
While he was thinking of a way to make it so Theo could come up, the sun had started to rise. He didn't notice until the first chords of Hell's Chorus echoed in his mind. Just before he could shrug it off, a piercing shriek echoed up from below.
Jess. She must have regained control just before I found her. If any deity can hear me, give her the strength to pull through this. Don't let her succumb to the song. Grabbing three rolls of duct tape, rags, a bottle of chloroform, and four lengths of rope, he threw it all into his backpack and left his room. Jumping down from floor to floor, Carl yelled, "Wake up! Wake up! We have a Code Black, so wake the fuck up and get to the third floor NOW!"

Ted and Rhea sat up in bed, awakened by the first notes of Hell's Chorus. Their name for that accursed mental din fit almost too nicely. Just thinking about it made Ted shiver in repulsion, but having to hear it every day... One could say it's a fate worse than death. Just as Ted and Rhea looked at each other, they heard an unearthly shriek from below, soon followed by Carl's words.

"Code Black? Oh no, not the new girl," said Ted. He scrambled out of the bed, hurrying to get at least his pants on.

"I hope she'll make it through. I was just beginning to like her, and I'm fairly certain Carl would be upset if we lost her to the Horde."

"Either way, we need to be careful. We still don't know what her abilities are, and those claws look like they can slice through steel with little effort." Buckling his belt, Ted grabbed his smokes and lit one, tossing Rhea her clothes, then ran out the door and, when Rhea was ready, lowered her as gently as possible to the third floor.

Everyone woke to Hell's Chorus, heard Jess's shriek, and Carl's call to action. Naturally, Carl was the first to her door. On his way down, he heard someone crying, and as he neared Jess's room, it grew louder. It sounded familiar, but he couldn't place why. The familiarity didn't bother him, but how similar it was to his own fits while he was in solitude. Landing hard at Jess's door, Carl nearly collapsed as the memories of his past deeds almost flooded him, causing him to curl up, hands clenched to his head, tears ready to flow. He forced the memories back and stood up just as Theo came up behind him. Carl flashed a small smile at his gargantuan friend as Theo began signing away.

"You okay, Carl?"

"I've been better. I'm glad you taught us sign language, or otherwise several conversations would be very tricky. Any guess as to what she's capable of?"

"I remember several of my students talking about something similar in appearance to Jess. I think they called it a "Witch". Rumor has it that they have a nasty habit of luring clueless people to them, and when they're close enough the "Witch" would go into a frenzy and rip the unfortunate sucker to shreds."

Carl swallowed the lump in his throat and hesitantly asked, "What was the lure?"

"If what I heard is truth, then a Witch's lure is crying."

"Like how Jess is crying right now?"

"Quite possibly."

By now everyone had arrived and had caught the description that Theo had given. They all stood nervously outside the door to Jess's room, awaiting instructions. Carl passed the duct tape to Bob, the rope to Ted and the rags and chloroform to Frank.

"Alright, listen up. Bob, when I pounce her, I need you to tape her claws together and the same for her ankles. Ted, use the rope and your tongue to pull us out should the shit hit the fan. Frank and everyone else, tie those rags around your mouths. If and/or when Ted pulls us out, I need you to throw the bottle in and shut the door. It should shatter and fill the room with the fumes. Just in case it doesn't, pull the cork out. Everyone ready?"

Once everyone had the rags situated, Carl slowly opened the door to Jess's room and got ready to pounce. As soon as Jess was visible, he jumped her and pinned her down, spreading her arms and exposing her bare torso. He only got a glimpse, but what he had seen made him blush in the shadows of his hood. He concentrated on her face, trying to not picture her fully nude. As Bob neared, Jess growled and looked directly at him beginning to writhe and almost breaking free of Carl's grasp. Bob backed away, and Jess calmed down. Still looking at her face, Carl told Bob to leave and slowly shut the door, growling at him when he didn't move immediately. Once the door was shut, Jess looked into Carl's eyes and the red haze in hers lightened visibly. She began purring, and Carl smelled something familiar, something he'd smelled before, but couldn't remember where. After a few seconds of thought, he realized that he'd smelled it coming from the Immunes when they'd stayed in what they'd called a safe house for a length of time. Suddenly, memories from before the infection rushed his mind, flooding his thoughts with an old urge, flashes of bare skin, flowing curves, moans and screams, cries of, "Harder, faster!" In what seemed like minutes, but what was really a few seconds, he remembered every position he'd ever seen, every way to please, every moment of pleasure and wonderful pain. Lifting his hood, Carl slowly lowered his face, inching closer to Jess's, until finally their lips locked. Jess slowly closed her eyes, and he, too, did the same. Nervously, he sent his tongue into her mouth, feeling her tense slightly as it met hers, then mentally sighed when her tongue ran along his. He slowly got up, never breaking the kiss, and went over to the bed.

Laying on his back, Carl pulled Jess over him so that she was straddling him as if he were a horse. He could feel her slightly grinding against him, making his "little friend" stand at attention. He broke the kiss long enough for him to pull his hoodie off, exposing to Jess his scars and slightly toned chest. He then began to undo her jeans and his, giving himself a little more room to "breathe". He looked down at her panties and saw that they were soaked at the crotch, so much so that he could feel it through his underwear. He rolled over so that Jess was on her back and slowly kissed his way down her body, stopping only to slide her panties off, then he began to lick his way around her.

If this is the only way to keep her from going to the Horde, then so be it. He stopped using his tongue and started rubbing her with his left hand while he bit the nails off of two of the fingers on his right hand. When he had finished his impromptu manicure, he slowly slid in one finger, slowly swirling it around inside her. Her breath hitched, then she moaned lightly, looking at him pleadingly. Smiling gently, he slid the other finger in, enjoying her gasps of pleasure. Locking eyes with her, he used his free hand to remove his underwear, exposing his fully attentive "little friend". Seeing the look on her face, Carl smiled and removed his soaked fingers as she came. He brought them up to his mouth and licked them clean, smiling all the while. Grabbing hold of her calves, he slowly entered her, never losing eye contact. When he had fully entered her, her buried himself to the hilt. Slowly, he began thrusting, internally sighing with every little motion, reveling in Jess's moans, and finally, after all these months, gaining sanctuary from those cursed memories. After a few dozen thrusts, he felt a familiar warmth in his balls, somewhat surprised he could still be able to do this. Unable to hold back any longer, he came inside Jess as she climaxed and rolled off of her.

Soon, Jess fell asleep, allowing Carl to get back into his clothes and head to his room. As soon as he opened the door, however, he was greeted with the sight of Bob's thigh. Oh, dear God, no, PLEASE don't hump me. Last thing I need is Bob's junk on the back of my head.

Just as Bob positioned himself so he was able to blind Carl with his hands, carl said, "Bob, stop! It's me, Carl!"

"Oh. Sorry Carl. We thought that Jess had killed you, so Ted said to ride the hirst terson that cones out."

"Well, I'm not dead, so you can get off now. And what on earth were you all doing outside the door?"

"Well," said Chuck, "we were just making sure you got out safely, is all."

Carl saw wet spots on everyone's clothes, except for Bob, who really was just a kid, too young to realize what had transpired. "Bob... could you go to your room, please? I need to talk with everyone else." Watching him run happily to his room, Carl waited until he had heard the door shut before speaking.

"What the hell is wrong with you guys? Creaming yourselves in front of a kid... All of you should be ashamed. Why didn't you make him leave?"

"We did," Rhea said. "He came back when Jess screamed, which gave us plenty of time from when he left to when you two finished. And yes, Ted and I went up a floor before we started."

"Still, you do realize that ALL of us in this building can hear you two at night, which means he could hear Jess and I, not to mention all of you guys. Besides, all of you reek of your own "juices", which are still somewhat fresh." At this everyone fidgeted nervously, shifting from one foot to the other. "Forget it. The Chorus is over and Theo, Chuck, and I have work to do. Everyone else, please go to your rooms or go outside. We'll be awhile."

"We have work to do? What are we doing?"

"Yes, Chuck, we have work to do. It's a secret, and a surprise. Let's go."

AN: And there you have it. Yes, everyone except Bob is an adult, and I'm sorry this chapter took so long to get going. RL is an ass upon occasion. Next up: Carl's secret idea. What is he doing? Where is he going? All this and more will be answered in upcoming chapters. Also, leave some reviews... It's nice to know that people like my stuff.