Part V

They arrived at Spooner St. under an hour later. Quahog had even more zombies than Providence, which was kind of odd since Providence had the larger population. Then again, David had said that the initial attack had begun here, so it sort of made since for the most zombies to be there as well. Whatever the reason for the large army of zombies, it didn't matter right now. What did matter was finding a way through them and into what used to be the Griffin house. Brian stopped the car in the front lawn right by the door. The truck was surrounded, but luckily, it was impossible for the zombies to get inside the truck since Stewie had taken the initiative and covered the broken window with a large piece of scrap metal, which had been lying around in the back of the truck, by shoving it, forcefully, in place. Now all he and Stewie had to do was figure out a way inside the house. Brian sat back in the seat and looked over at the kid.

"So…any plans?"

The child shook his head.

"We're surrounded on all sides. If we open the doors, those monsters will overwhelm us before we have a chance to get a single shot off."

The dog thought about this for a second before a large smirk grew across his face.

"So you're saying we need to kill as many of them as we can without getting out of the vehicle."

He put the car back in drive and looked over at the child. Stewie looked confused at first, but once he realized what Brian was about to do, a smirk of his own made itself known.

"Punch it, Dog!"

The canine felt a familiar sensation course through his body. It was that feeling of power he had felt the first time he had shot and killed one of the zombies except this time it was increased tenfold because he knew that those creatures didn't stand a chance against this monster of a machine he was driving. This was going to be fun. He slammed down on the gas and ran over the zombies that had been in front of the truck. He then began doing donuts in the yard, aiming to hit as many zombies as he could. It was a slaughter. Zombies were getting knocked over left and right, limbs were flying everywhere, and blood began to cover the vehicle. The dog eventually had to turn the windshield wipers on in order to see through the thick red mess. He looked over and could tell Stewie was enjoying the ride, and this thrilled him even more. Once the yard was clear, he drove out into the street and mowed down several more zombies. In time, he had managed to create a nice gap between the horde and the Griffin house. He drove back up to the door and stopped the car. There were still plenty of zombies coming their way, but at least now, they actually had a shot at getting into the house. He picked up Stewie and hopped out of the car, making sure to avoid some of the zombies on the ground that were reaching toward them. They reached the door, and Brian turned the knob. It was locked.

"Shit!"

Stewie took one of his pistols and aimed it at the door knob.

"Don't worry, Brian. I've got this one."

He fired at the knob, removing the lock and allowing him and Brian to get inside the house. They shut the door and pushed the couch in front of it to prevent the zombies from getting in. Sure they were safe, the two of them took a moment to sit and rest on the couch, coming down from the adrenaline rush they had both experienced. They hi-fived before getting up and heading upstairs. As they reached Stewie's door, Brian could have sworn he heard a faint moaning sound coming from somewhere down the hall. The tyke went to open the door but was stopped by Brian.

"Stewie, what was that?"

The child batted his hand.

"It was nothing, Brian. Come on. Let's get inside."

Brian could tell the kid was hiding something from him. He heard the sound again, this time coming from the opposite side of the hall. He looked down at Stewie sternly.

"What is that, Stewie?"

The boy looked to the ground, nervous, and sighed.

"I was hoping you wouldn't find out about this."

He looked back up at the dog with a sad expression.

"It's the others."

Brian's face fell. He knew exactly what "others" Stewie was talking about.

"You mean they-they're…"

The dog couldn't get the word out, so Stewie finished his sentence for him.

"Zombies. The others are zombies."

Brian fell to the floor in disbelief. Stewie put a hand on his shoulder.

"I told you they didn't make it. What did you think had happened?"

Brian wasn't sure what he had thought. Ever since Stewie had told him about what had happened to the family, he had never taken the proper time to acknowledge the loss. There was always so much going on, and when there wasn't he refused to dwell on it. Now, the truth was staring him right in the face, and it was breaking him. Tears welled up in his eyes as he spoke through sobs.

"P-Peter…Lois…Chris…M-M-Meg…"

He wiped his eyes with his paw and stood up with a blank expression.

"We can't leave them like that."

Stewie sighed and readied his pistols.

"I locked them in their respective rooms before they turned. I may not have liked them, but they're still my family. I figured they deserved that much."

The dog nodded his head, turned to the right, and walked over to the door on the far end of the hallway which led to Meg's room. He went for the knob, and sure enough, it was locked.

"Hand me a pistol, Stewie."

The boy gave him one of his pistols, and the dog shot the knob off of the door. The door slowly opened to reveal the monster formerly known as Meg Griffin lying on the floor. Nothing could have prepared Brian for such a sight. The girl's innards were hanging out of her stomach and part of her face had been eaten away. The dog wanted to vomit, but he held himself together. The creature looked over at Brian and Stewie and began to crawl toward them, a deep gurgle emanation from her throat. Once she was a couple of feet away, Brian raised his gun and took aim.

I'm sorry, Meg.

He fired a bullet right through her skull, ceasing her crawl. Brian could feel himself getting dizzy, so he grabbed the edge of the doorframe for support. Stewie spoke to him in a worried tone.

"You don't have to do this, Brian."

The dog shook his head rapidly, pulling himself together before turning to head toward Chris's door.

"I don't want them to be this way anymore. I wasn't here when they needed me, but I'm here now, and I intend to do right by them."

He took a deep breath, preparing himself mentally for the next horror he was sure to witness on the other side of the door. He aimed, fired, and knob shot off the door. Pushing the door open revealed, what used to be, Chris, sitting on his bed. The imposter immediately noticed the meal in front of him, and it wasted no time in getting to its feet and walking toward them. Before Brian realized what was happening, the zombie was closing in. He fumbled with his gun, but before he had a chance to shoot, Stewie had already taken care of it. The lifeless body fell to the floor next to Brian's feet.

I'm sorry, Chris.

He shut the door and proceeded to the other end of the hallway to Peter and Lois's room. This was going to be the hardest part for him. He cared about both Chris and Meg, but Peter had been his best friend in the whole world, and Lois was a woman he used to have feelings for. He wasn't sure he would be able to handle the sight of them…like that. Still, he needed to do this, so he swallowed hard and aimed his gun.

Come on, Brian. You can do this.

The weapon shook violently in his hand. The dog did everything he could to will himself to pull the trigger, but it was no use. He dropped his arm in defeat.

"I can't do it."

Stewie rested his hand on the canines back and rubbed it there.

"Then I'll do it for you."

He looked down at the boy and gave him a weak smile. The child gave a similar smile in return before taking aim and shooting off the door knob. The door opened of its own accord, and even Stewie had a hard time looking at what was in the room. Both Peter and Lois were lying on the bed. The Peter creature was missing his legs and the majority of his torso, and the Lois monster was right beside him, only it didn't look like Lois. The…thing…was bloated to about the size of what Peter would normally be, and it was obvious what had occurred in that room. One zombie had fed on another. That was it. Brian couldn't take it anymore. He vomited all over the floor and fell to his knees. The two zombies looked at him hungrily. The zombie that had been eaten was of no danger since it lacked the ability to move, but the zombie that had done the eating dropped to the floor and began crawling towards Brian. The dog just stared into the lifeless eyes of what had previously been the Griffin family matriarch. He tried to pull himself together, but he just couldn't. Once it was clear that the dog wasn't going make the kill, Stewie aimed for the head and pulled the trigger. All that was heard was a faint clicking sound. His gun was empty. The zombie was dangerously close, and Stewie began to fear for the dog's safety.

"Brian, shoot it!"

The canine was still frozen, and made no effort to raise his weapon. The boy ran up to him and tried to push the mutt out of the room. The zombie grabbed the child's leg and began pulling him.

"Damn it! Brian!"

The dog finally came to and realized what was going on. Seeing Stewie was in danger, he quickly raised his weapon and shot the monster in the head. The body went limp, but the child's leg was still stuck in its tight grip. Brian crawled over to pry the fingers off of the boy. Stewie was complaining about almost getting them both killed, but the dog was still focused on the body.

I'm sorry, Lois.

It took him a minute to gain the strength to stand up again. He looked over at the last monster who was snarling but unable to move off of the bed. The dog walked over to the side of the bed the creature was laying on, and placed his gun against the side of its head. The tears were coming again, and this time he didn't fight them. He let them flow freely as he gathered the strength to pull the trigger.

"I'm sorry…P-Peter."

For a brief moment, Brian could have sworn he saw a look of fear in the monster's eyes. He flinched from the shock, causing himself to pull the trigger and put his friend to rest. He dropped the gun and turned to exit the room. Stewie followed him out and shut the door before joining the dog beside the door to the child's room. He grabbed Brian's paw in both of his hands.

"Are you going to be ok?"

The dog didn't answer right away. He was still processing what had just happened. He'd done the right thing for his family, and that thought gave him a small amount of relief. The initial grief he had felt began to fade away as it was replaced by strange feeling of calm. His family didn't have to suffer anymore. They were at peace. He wiped his eyes, and smiled down at the boy clutching his paw.

"Yeah, Kid. I'll be fine."

He grasped the tots hand in his own, drawing on the other's strength and entered the room. Stewie led him to his toy box where he then pulled on a baseball bat sticking out of it. The bat ended up being a lever of some kind that activated the door to his secret room. The wall fell away revealing a large metal room filled with all sorts of weapons and gadgets. The child pulled for the dog to follow him and together they entered the room, the blast doors closing behind them, hiding them away from the rest of the world. Brian dropped the rifle and ammunition he had been carrying, sat down next to one of the walls, and pulled Stewie into his lap. He'd never needed someone as much as he needed this kid right now. He just sat there holding him with neither of them saying a word to each other. Brian held him tightly, as if he was worried the child could vanish at any moment. If he were to ever lose Stewie, that would be it for him. Yes, the loss of his family had torn him apart inside, but he really, truly needed this boy, and it was that need that began to awaken the dog's romantic feelings toward him once again. There was really no sense in hiding it anymore. He needed to tell Stewie how he felt. He had to know if there was still a chance they could be together. There was a chance they wouldn't make it through these bombings alive, and if this was actually it for them, he wanted to spend his last moments showing Stewie how much he cared. He turned the boy around and looked him in the eyes. The baby was looking at him, curious of the dog's intentions. Brian could hardly take staring at those beautiful eyes. He felt himself losing his resolve, so he turned his gaze away to recuperate. As he looked off to the side, something caught his eye. It was a folder on a nearby table with something written on the front of it. He couldn't make out the full word from the angle he was sitting at, but he was able to make out the letters Z and O. His heart sunk.

No.

The dog put Stewie on the ground and stood up to walk over to the table.

"Brian, what are you doing?"

The canine didn't answer him. He was too focused on the folder. As he got closer he realized his fear had been confirmed. The folder was labeled "ZOMBIES". He picked up the folder and flipped through it. Inside there were several diagrams of the human bodies nervous system, most of them were focused on the brain, specifically the section of the hypothalamus that controlled hunger. The folder also contained a paper with a formula that was used to reactivate only that part of the brain in a dead human being. He dropped the folder. Stewie had created the zombies. By this time, the boy had made his way over to the dog. He laughed sheepishly.

"I guess I forgot that I had left that folder out."

The dog looked over at him with his mouth agape.

"Y-You did this…"

The boy looked down at the ground and began shuffling his feet nervously.

"Had you really not suspected it, Brian. I mean, how else did you figure this had happened?"

Brian knew the kid had a point. He should have suspected him from the beginning. Maybe he had suspected Stewie, but after hearing that the child didn't know what had happened, he decided to ignore it. He refused to believe it. Stewie had shown signs of giving up his evil ways, what could have provoked the child to do something as sick as reanimate the dead.

"Why did you do it, Stewie?"

He needed to know. The boy looked up from the ground with an expression that was a mixture of sadness and anger. The dog recognized it as the same look he had seen that day in the car when he had rejected Stewie. There were tears collecting in the child's eyes, but he refused to let them fall.

"I did it because of you."

Brian didn't know what to say, so he decided to just not say anything and allowed the infant to continue speaking.

"The zombies were a part of a scheme to take over the world. I'm still not sure what happened. All I remember, is finally succeeding at reanimating the corpse using my chemical compound. I didn't expect it to wake up so fast. The next thing I know, I'm flying across the room and falling unconscious after hitting the wall. When I woke up, it was gone. I ran downstairs and found the others dead. I locked them in their rooms and looked outside to see that there was already a large group of zombies in the streets. After that, I locked the door, got my jetpack, and left to get you."

The baby wiped some of the moisture that was collecting in his eyes.

"I didn't know what to do after you left me, Bry. For a while, I was deeply depressed. I had no drive to do…well, anything. And how could I? I'd lost the one person in the whole world that I actually gave a fuck about. What did you think was going to happen?"

The dog flinched at Stewie's shouting. The boy clenched his fists, took a couple of deep breaths, and continued at a reasonable volume.

"Then…my second birthday came and went, and you still hadn't returned. That's when I knew for sure you were never coming back. I decided to take your advice and move on. Bu-But I couldn't move on. The feelings were still there, and they were driving me insane. I had to find some way to bury them, so I turned to the one thing I had before I had you, my desires to conquer the world. That goal gave me a purpose again, and I clung to it with everything I had. Eventually, I pretty much reverted to my old self, only this time I forced myself to become even more self-sufficient. I didn't want to feel like I had to rely on anyone ever again. It was like turning back the clock. I guess it was my way of erasing everything I could that had anything to do with you."

Then the tears started falling. The boy's anger had fallen away, leaving only grief. He continued speaking, this time hindered by sobs.

"I n-never meant for anything th-this bad to happen! I j-just wanted a p-purpose again!"

Without a second thought, Brian leaned down to comfort the child with a hug. The boy hugged him back and sobbed into his chest, wetting the fur there.

"P-Please don't h-hate me, Brian. I c-can't lose you again."

The dog rubbed the boys back and whispered into the child's ear.

"I don't hate you, Stewie. I could never hate you."

It was the truth. Brian couldn't blame Stewie for this. If he hadn't left all those months ago, the zombie outbreak would have never happened and their family would still be alive right now. If there was anyone to blame, it was him, but there was no point in focusing guilt. The past was the past. They couldn't change that. All that mattered right now was that they had each other. The baby's crying began to die down as he looked up at the canine holding him so tenderly.

"I love you, Brian. I never stopped loving you."

The dog wasn't sure what to do next. A few moments ago he had been dead set on telling Stewie how he felt, but now the boy had beaten him to the punch. He wasn't sure what his next move should be. He could tell from the look in Stewie's eyes that the boy expected to be rejected again, but Brian wasn't about to make that mistake again. The dog smiled down at the object of his affections. His eyes focused on the child's lips, and before he knew it, he had leaned down and captured those lips in a fierce kiss. He could feel the infant gasp, but it wasn't long before the child's shock wore off and he began to return the kiss earnestly. The dog pushed his tongue into the boy's mouth, which needed little prompting to allow him access. Stewie moaned into the kiss, obviously enjoying himself a great deal. From that point on, their kiss became frenzied, erupting into a full on make out session. They fell to the floor and allowed themselves to get lost in each other. Brian groped the child's ass, earning another moan from the boy, which caused him to chuckle against the baby's mouth and pull away. They stared at each other for what felt like several minutes before Stewie finally spoke.

"Make love to me, Brian."

The child's voice was sweeter than honey to his ears, and he wanted nothing more than to take Stewie right there on the floor. Still, a part of him was worried that it would be too much too soon.

Could Stewie's body actually handle something like that?

"Are you sure, Stewie? Is that what you really want?"

The infant didn't say anything in response. He just nodded his head eagerly and giggled in anticipation. It was adorable. If Stewie really wanted it, Brian had every intention to give it to him. The dog sat up and got above the child. He began the process of undressing Stewie, undoing the buttons of the child's overalls as the boy reached up to unhook his collar. The collar fell to the ground, and Brian motioned for Stewie to stand up. The kid shot to his feet and did his part in helping Brian remove his shoes and socks before finally pulling the overalls from his legs. Without missing a beat, the dog proceeded to lift the child's shirt above and off his head, leaving the toddler in nothing but his underwear. Before the dog could do anything else, Stewie had removed his underwear and tossed it across the room. The child was already fully erect, a sight which made Brian's own cock make itself known. Stewie leaned down, took a hold of the length, and boldly began pumping it up and down. This took Brian slightly off guard, but he was in no way upset about it. He moaned loudly.

"Mmmmm. Goddamn, Stewie. You're not wasting any time, are you."

The baby smirked up at the dog he was pleasuring.

"I've wanted this for too long, Brian. I can't risk you backing out on me now."

The dog thrust his hips into the boy's hand and began panting.

"I don't think you have to worry about me backing out, Stewie. This is too damn good."

The child increased the speed of his pumping, making sure to keep in time with Brian's thrusts.

"Well, if you liked that, then you're going to absolutely love this."

Brian looked down to see what the boy was talking about and watched as the child engulfed as much of his member as possible for someone so small.

"Ohhhhhh!"

He grabbed on to the boy's head and started humping the orifice furiously. It didn't take long for him to start getting close to finishing, and it took a great amount of willpower to pull out before he was done. The blowjob he had just received had been amazing, but he knew there were better things to get to, things that would serve to pleasure both him and his lover. He grabbed the boy's shoulders and pushed him until he was lying down. The child flinched when his bare skin touched the cold metal floor but allowed the dog to do what was necessary for the next step. Brian lifted the boy's bottom up off the floor and leaned down so that his muzzle was inches away from Stewie's entrance. He delicately began licking the outside of the child's asshole.

"Mmmmm. Brian, that's wonderful."

The dog couldn't respond, but he was pleased to hear that Stewie was responding favorably to his ministrations. He kept lapping at the hole for a few more minutes before finally pressing forward so that he achieved penetration. The child let out a grunt in discomfort, but he made no move to stop the dog. Brian took this as a sign that it was ok for him to continue. He pushed his tongue in and out several times until he was able to get his tongue all the way inside the boy. Stewie was still grunting, but the sounds of discomfort were now mixed with whines that were born of pleasure. Upon hearing this, the dog began licking Stewie's insides vigorously, tonguing every inch of the baby he could reach. The sounds coming from Stewie were now only in response to the pleasure.

"Yes!"

Once Brian had the child nice and loose, he removed his tongue and set the infant back down. Stewie let out a low whine of disappointment, but the dog silenced him with one last kiss before they went any further. The boy wrapped his arms around the dog's neck and pulled him in as close as possible. After several seconds, they broke away. Stewie ran his fingers through the canine's fur.

"I'm ready, Brian."

That was all the dog needed to hear. Without another word he lined his organ up with the child's entrance and began to push in as slowly as he could. The boy shut his eyes tightly at the uncomfortable sensation, but refused to let it stop him from becoming one with his love.

"Keep going. I'm fine. It just feels…strange."

Brian could only imagine what Stewie was feeling, and he was hoping he wasn't hurting the tyke. That's the last thing he wanted. He trusted Stewie to tell him if things became too much, so he continued his slow deliberate thrust. Before long, he was fully inside the child up to his knot. He threw his head back in ecstasy. Being inside this kid was unbearably good. It was so tight. He was amazed he had managed to fit at all. He held himself back, allowing Stewie to get used to being so full. After a minute or so, the child opened his eyes and spoke to the dog.

"Move."

It was a command that Brian was overjoyed to obey. He started slow, working himself in and out of the boy at a steady pace and searching for that one spot he knew would drive the child insane. Stewie was breathing heavily, and the dog could tell that the infant was getting into it. Before long, he had the tot moaning just like before and making nonstop proclamations of satisfaction. Egged on by the sound of Stewie's voice, the dog began speeding up his thrusts, reveling in the amazing sensations he was experiencing.

"Ahhhhhh. Stewie."

He gave the boy a single hard thrust that caused the child to scream his name.

"Oh, god, Brian! Whatever you just did, keep doing it."

The dog chuckled through his moans. He had found the boy's sweet spot. Now that he knew where his target was, he began pounding into the child frantically, hitting the baby's prostate over and over. Stewie could barely take it. He began searching desperately for something to grab on to. He settled for grabbing the dog's arms and pulling forward so that they were face to face. They stared at each other while fucking like mad. Stewie began moving his hips in time with Brian's thrusts, hoping to add to the dog's pleasure.

"Mmmmm. Oh yeah, Stewie. Just…like…"

At that moment, Stewie climaxed, arching his back and shouting the dog's name over and over again. His muscles constricted, squeezing Brian's member and sending him over the edge.

"That! Ohhhh. Stewie! Stewie…Stewie!"

He shot stream after stream of hot cum into his lover, overfilling the boy. As Stewie came down from his orgasm, he kept squeezing the organ inside him, helping his partner empty everything he could. When his climax finally died down, Brian collapsed on the floor beside the boy. He slowly removed the sensitive member from his lover and gave the child a quick peck on the lips.

"I love you, Stewie."

The boy yawned and began petting the top of the dog's head.

"I love you too, Brian."

The child's eyes began to grow heavy, and it wasn't long before he was fast asleep. Brian pulled the infant into a spooning position against his body to keep the tyke warm. After awhile, sleep took him as well.

Stewie awoke to find the love of his life caressing his side tenderly. He laid there for a moment to enjoy the feeling before rolling over to face the dog. He kissed him passionately before speaking.

"How long have you been awake?"

Brian stretched his arms and yawned before answering.

"I've been up for awhile. I didn't want to wake you. I like watching you sleep."

The boy smiled, sat up, and stretched as well. He had no idea how long he had been asleep or how much time he and Brian had left, but somehow, none of that really mattered right now. The world outside had gone to hell, but he was the happiest he had ever been. Brian sat up and pulled the baby into his lap. The boy lay back against the dog's chest and sighed contently. He didn't know what came next. Would he and Brian survive this ordeal? If they did, where would they go from here? For once, he didn't have the answers, but…that was ok. It didn't matter what came next because he knew, no matter what it was, he and Brian would face it together. He could still hardly believe what had happened last night, and just the thought of it brought a unnaturally large grin to his face. He and Brian had faced many hardships in the past several months, but this, cuddling next to the dog and not having to worry about keeping his emotions in check, made it all worthwhile. He chuckled. The world outside was dead, but he had never felt so alive.

The faint sound of explosions could be heard coming from somewhere outside. Both Brian and Stewie closed their eyes, held each other, and waited.

The End