Billy
He came into the room. She had some oranges and strawberries set out. "Hungry?" He nodded. "Yeah. Rations don't it."
She got him a plate of it. "You look tired," She said, chewing. He sat down. "I am. War has a way of doing that to you. Whether it's hostiles with AK's or people trying to eat you.
He asked her, "So..you've just been BSAA all this time I guess neither one of us stopped fighting. In our own way. I always figured you more for a healer."
She smiled. "Well I know you're a good piano player. After I left you I made my way into a mansion. It was filled with zombies but one of the rooms I had to play the piano to unlock something too."
"I thought you didn't know how?"
"I didn't really but I did my best to learn the different key tones. I had to ask Chris for some time to figure it out."
"What doid you play? Do you remember?"
"It was moonlight sonata."
She watched him take a bite of a strawberry. "That's a good one. I don't know what it is with Umbrella and all those weird designs though. It's like they intentionally tried to make everything into a maze."
Her smile grew wider. "You didn't strike me as the type to know moonlight sonota."
He frowned, "Hey me playing before when you needed me to wasn't a hint enough? I'm full of surprises."
She admitted, "I know you are. It turns out all this time I was wrong about you. I know it's a bit late to say it now but I was wrong. You're a killer but you're not a murderer and I think there is a difference."
"Yeah...I know I kept my cards close to my chest at first but that was survival. I didnt trust anybody. After what happened to me in Africa, my own team mates, I figured hell if you can't trust your brothers in arms who can you trust?"
"Do you trust me?" He looked at her and told her, "Yeah I do. You trust me right?"
"Of course I do. I wished you would have been with me at the mansion too. I know you couldn't be...with S.T.A.R.S. being there but part of me wished you were and that I could just have you tell them what you told me. We all know you didn't do anything wrong now..maybe back then the other members of my team would have learned to see it the way I see you."
"How do you see me?" She told him, "You're one of the good guys. You're a good person. You know that. I never expected you to even try and help me survive and when you did suggest teaming up I had to wonder what you were up to. But you were right to stick with me. I couldn't have made it without you. Looking back, I see what a miracle it was we lived and when I think about how little ammo there seemed to be all the time, with so many creatures I know I couldn't have made it without you."
He smiled. "Hey I wouldn't have made it either. Like you said, so little ammo and so many enemies. Plus James Marcus and in the end you covered for me. I mean we discovered some pretty useful weapons out there but even if I managed to survive everything on my own taking on the entire S.T.A.R.S. team without backup would have been a lost cause. I know they were just doing their jobs you all were but I wasn't guilty. But to this day it feels like you're the only one who gets that."
She shook her head. "More people know than you think. I won't let anybody say you're a murderer. When this is all over we're going to clear your name whatever way we can. It may not even matter what may have happened way back then because of what happened in Raccoon City."
He didn't agree there. "It's like I told ya, Becca. I only have two options. Keep running, on the lamb as long as I can, forever or turn myself in or get caught and serve out my sentence. With this new name I have I don't need to do that and as much as I hate being blamed for something I never did, even if your surviving team mates know what you know, the point is the Marines still see me as guilty and society would too. I can never have my name cleared even if the government wants to keep those covert operations in Africa a secret after so many years and even if they want to still try and cover up the truth about what happened in Raccoon to this day, there's no way I come out of that alive."
She thought about it a moment. "We have to try something. How were you scheduled to die?"
"Electrocution."
She suggested, "We can always leave out that detail of the jeep being crashed. They started to execute you but then the electrocution didn't go through the power had a problem. Because of the outbreak. Who would ever know the difference?"
He shook his head. "That wouldn't work Rebecca. The base I was on my way to wasn't in Raccoon. The Arklay Mountains was just on the way there. No matter what I can never be anybody but Cody now. It doesn't matter who I was. Like you said, William Coen is officially dead. The world was supposed to think I was dead. Speak of my name with anger but over time forget me. Just like i thought you forgot me when you went to that mansion."
She put a hand on his. "Billy...I just said that's what i'd tell my superiors because I didn't want you to get caught. I knew it wouldn't be easy and it wouldn't be easy for me the idea I might not see you and you'd have to be on the run but it beats the alternative. The men who served in your unit deserved to be executed not you."
"You're just saying that. And besides even if you aren't you had to forget about me in a sense reven if it was real. If you were going to keep my identity a secret you would have had to have pretended we never met. Part of pretending somebody is dead is to not think of them to forget them. Only that's not the way it goes. I still think about those villagers every day. I didn't kill them but I didn't stop the others from killing them."
"That's not your fault. You did what you could but you were outnumbered. War does horrible things to people. To the human psyche, to people's bodies, to communities. You think i don't understand but I do. I'm a veteran just as much as you are."
He scoffed a bit smirking at that. "I'm serious! This is a war and the BSAA are soldiers. What you and I went through in the 90's that wads the first battle in a long war. A war for the survival of humanity. Back then I thought we would never have to deal with it on as large of a scale as we are now. Just Raccoon but I ended up being wrong. Billy...you're not like those other men. Why do you think you have PTSD? Even if you hadn't told me, I can see it in your eyes. You're a good person. You feel guilt for what you might have done but you even feel guilty for what you didn't do. A truly evil person would have no feeling about it at all. Like Wesker. That's what he is."
"They weren't all bad," He told her. "There were good guys in my squad. They just got killed in the ambushes before we got to the village."
1997
Mungo Ardhi Forrest, Uganda
Lt. William Coen and his team mates made their way through through the trees. The heat was killing him but he was doing his best. He was sweating his ass off so he took a swig of water to try and stay hydrated. He looked to a team mate named Johnny Wilson, a tall African American from Englewood, Illinois . He had curly hair all though when he had first started out from training it had been shaved but now it was all poking out of the side of his floppy military hat. He seemed to be dealing with it just fine.
There were ten of them. "How are you doing so good in the heat when you're from such a freezing shit hole?" Asked Richard Mason, a Caucasian male with blonde hair and glasses, from Eugene Oregon. He was the Sergeant.
"Chi town aint a shit hole. It's the best in the midwest! Aint that right LT? Besides we can't all be from Boregon. This place is the motherland, man. I always wanted to see this continent. I was hoping for better circumstances."
A burly redneck from Idaho named Collin Morris, a man with squinty eyes, a shaved head, and a red face, replied, "I thought the motherland was West Africa? This is East Africa and it's a hell hole. I'd take Chicago any day. Bleeding heart liberals and all over this jungle."
Lt Coen told Collin, "Keep your voice down. We need to find these assholes but we don't want them finding us before we find them."
"East Africa is where all life started, my inbred friend. Cradle of civilization," Stated Wilson. "Not just for me but you, LT, Captain."
The other Sgt, Avon Cho was an Asian American, of Vietnamese descent standing at five foot nine. He was a more serious man and sometimes his face reminded Billy of a shrunken pumpkin on Halloween deep in thought, due to his hollow eyes and seemingly always frowning mouth.
"Doesn't matter. These pricks we're going after are anything but civilized. Besides the cradle of civilization is in Mesopotamia and that's in Iraq, John. Even Lucy was in Ethiopia."
The Captain , was Aaron Frost, a Caucasian male from East St. Louis Missouri with dark hair and dark eyes. He'd been a police officer down there for three years dealing with one of the rougher neighborhoods and he was a veteran of the Persian Gulf War, same as Billy, same as the Captain. All though Billy had served with Cho, and not the Captain, he knew him to be a good soldier too. "We're not here to kill everybody. Just the bad guys."
"Yeah well this heat killed Mitch and Sonny. You forgetting that?" Asked Tomas Gonzales, a Colombian American, standing at five foot eight with almond colored skin, brown eyes, and a crew cut. "Who do we kill for that?"
"Nobody, Tommy. Not for that. Let's just make sure nobody else drops."
"Okay so maybe it is the mother of civilization but Ethiopia was the mother of all life you can't deny that."
A soldier of middle eastern descent, Mark Aziz, replied, "Does this place look civilized to you, man? My family and I came here when I was nine during the revolution. That was eighteen years ago. Used to be home to one of the greatest empires in the world now it's just delusional religious nutjobs and politics."
"The point is, Wilson, you were born in Chicago, not were raised there. You don't know the first thing about this place it's just another hostile place to me," Stated Frost.
A man dropped and they went to help him. He was a red haired male from Green Bay Wisconsin, Lewis Vons. They noticed private Barney Taylor, fromSt. Paul, Minnesota, vomiting in the bushes. He was throwing up nothing but water and he stumbled among the leaves gasping. "Ah goddamn it! Get him in the shade!" Ordered Mason.
Aziz was over by Vons's side. "Lew. Come on buddy. Hang in there."
He loosened up his clothes and removed as much as possible. Captain Frost made Taylor hydrate. "Goddamn it it's too hot out here...I wanted to get the hell away from the snow but...I didn't think they'd have the temperature set on hell!"
They laughed at that. "It would be better if we were just closer to a beach," Billy said. "Just pretend you're at a beach."
"We need to get moving," Suggested Frost. Cho replied, "We're not moving him until we can afford to. There's not enough of us to be safe to split up and there's supposed to be too many hostiles crawling through the woods."
"If I was one of these damn spear chuckers i'd be trying to get my ass to America or Europe too where it's civilized and cool..." Observed Morris thinking Wilson hadn't heard him but he did. "The fuck you say? You want me to kick out the remaining nine teeth in your body, you sister fisting motherfucker?"
"Whoa calm down!" Billy barked. "We need to move but Avon's right we can't move until these two rest up and get better. Wilson, calm down we can't fight each other. Morris, shut the fuck up. We're not on one of your compounds in Idaho, all right? We're all Marines."
"How'd he doing?" Asked Aziz. "Vons isn't doing good at all," Replied Gonzales. Just then somebody opened fire and several rounds hit Cho in the back. The man collapsed and the marines returned fire. "Motherfuckers How many?!" Screamed Mason as he returned fire. Billy ran to the nearest tree, bullets flying by his head. He returned fire blindly from cover. The M4A1 hit one of the hostiles a black man looking to be somewhere between 18 and 20. The man took five rounds two in the left leg two in the shoulder and one in the abdomen but he was helped up by one of his comrades. "Tangos in the bush! I count at least twenty coming in hot at 4 o'clock!"
He tried to get to Cho. "Avon! Hang on!" The man was trying to fire from his downed position but it was no use. The African hostiles overran him and he took three more rounds to the chest. "Shit! Frag out!" He cried as he lobbed a grenade in that direction no longer fearful that it would get the deceased soldier. Aziz returned fire and he hit a commando wearing green camoflauge and a red beret, a muscular man of about six foot four. He got him in the chest and put two rounds in his head but he took some fire himself.
Gonzales managed to hit two men who were trying to get to cover. At least three fired at Billy and he stayed in cover firing the assault rifle, strafing to the right and he hit two targets but the third got to cover scampering through the bushes and falling back to the trees even as he fired back at them.
The comandos screamed to each other in their language. Wilson fired trying to catch some of the ones retreating only to take fire himself getting four rounds in the right arm. "I'm hit! Corpsman!" Gonzales tried to get to him but he was pinned down between two trees as the Africans tried to cut him down. "Johnny sit tight!" Cried Billy. "We'll be right there!" For now he had to cover Tommy as he was closer. "OH SHIT! There's more than we thought!" Morris screamed as he had already dropped three of them killing two and the third was wounded. "Come on you fucking cockroaches!"
Mason cried out, "Damn it! They've got kids with them!" Morris called back, "I don't care! It's either them or me! Maybe death is better than life in this country!" He saw two of them, looking to be in their early teens but he ran dry on ammo so he tossed a frag in their direction too. Billy felt horrified as he saw them caught in the blast even though he knew it was necessary. He wished they weren't in this situation. War was for adults and even with adults it wasn't easy.
He looked and saw a young African boy of about thirteen laying on the ground, an AKS Assault Rifle by his side and blood poured from his mouth as he had taken rounds to the gut. Billy leaned down to held him cradling the boy in his arms behind the tree in cover. He saw the fear in his dark eyes as he begged, "Please kill me...help me..."
Billy didn't know what to do. He was no medic but he didn't want to kill him. He had some morphine he'd gotten from Gonzales earlier and he told the boy, "It's all right...I'm gonna help you feel better...shh..." He got it out trying to remember what to do. Just then a booming voice demanded, "Coen what the hell are you doing?!" He was shoved aside and with a single shot, the boy was done for. He was blind with rage charging into Frost. "What the hell is the matter with you?! He's just a kid!" He screamed. Frost flipped him to the ground. "Boy, what's the matter with you? This kid is a terrorist! This is war!"
Billy tackled him again and he got him but he stepped back and pointed his handgun at his head. "I will shoot you for insubordination if you don't get it together! Now you load up soldier! We got two boys with heat stroke and bushmen all around us!" Billy backed off remembering Wilson and Gonzales were still outnumbered. He got to Gonzales and he fired, relieved to see that at least these hostiles were adults. He unloaded on the first one he saw and dropped the man with a head shot before getting to cover with Tommy and reloading yet again. Wilson had taken a few more rounds in the right side of the chest.
"Lt...! Help me! I'm a sitting duck over here!" Gonzales managed to mow the remaining three down with help from Coen and they made their way over to Wilson who was pinned down by two hostiles. Billy drew a bead on the first one, a man with army gear and sunglasses on, plus a machete.
He fired hitting the man in the back right shoulder and as the man fell along the ground Billy finished him with a head shot, the 5.56 rounds decorating the leaves with his brain matter and skull fragments. Gonzales dropped the other two with ease and he began working on Wilson's gunshot wound. "You're gonna be fine, bro hang on!" Meanwhile, Mason fired his grenade launcher and he smoked out five of them with a blast dismembering at least two. Unfortunately, he was cut down with a head shot, presumably, sniper fire.
Taylor managed to get to his feet, sweaty and dizzy but he was on his last leg from the heat stroke. The sniper, who was in a branch in the trees about fifty yards away, got him too with a round in the throat. The unconscious heat stroke victim was a goner there was nothing they could do. Frost was grazed in the left arm by a round but otherwise unscathed. He was firing like a maniac at the LRA infantry. "This is for Cho and Mason you sons of bitches!" Wilson groaned and grimaced as Gonzales tried to stop the bleeding. "We're gonna have to move him."
Billy helped him to his feet. "Copy that."
Frost cried out, "We gotta help Morris! He's pinned down! One of you, come with me let's get him!" Wilson coughed. "Fuck him...racist asshole..." Billy admitted, "I don't like him either but the less of us there is the less chance we have at getting out of here."
Morris had taken cover behind a boulder but he was isolated. He had dropped several more LRA members and a lot were retreating but at least four more were on him and he was injured sustaining two gunshot wounds to the abdomen. "HOO RAH YOU FUCKING PUSSIES!" He came out unloading and they were retreating but one of them threw a grenade in his direction which landed near his feet. His eyes widened and he tried to run but it was all too late. BOOM!
It kicked up a huge amount of debris blowing off his left foot at the ankle and his right leg at the knee. The LRA commandos fired their AK-47's simultaneously at the downed Marine finishing him off. Frost angrily fired on them, not giving them a chance to enjoy their short lived triumph and he killed three out of four of them, the last he wounded with a shot in his scrawny chest but he ran dry on ammo so Frost hit him in the abdomen with the butt of his rifle following up with a blow to the man's skull. The African fell, his head busted open and the Captain snarled with rage as he brought his combat knife down plunging into the dazed soldier's throat. He spat on his corpse. Billy felt some relief to see Mark coming towards them too, he looked dirty but he was alive and well.
"Tried to flank these bastards we got them on the run! I think they might have a rendezvous point around here we gotta get them!" Frost screamed at Billy, "Damn it, Coen the next time I give you an order you follow it or I will personally put a bullet between your eyes! That's twice you disobeyed me there will not be a third! You will respect the chain of command!"
"What about Gonzales? He was here too!" The captain wasn't having it. "He's the medic. You're the Lieutenant. For now you two just focus on keeping Johnny alive. Next time I tell you to do something you do it or there'll be hell to pay! We clear?" He nodded. "Yes Sir."
"Aziz, you're with me let's get the rest of these sons of bitches!" Wilson grinned. "Don't e ven worry about it Billy...we made out okay..Morris was an asshole..he'd shoot a baby if he thought he could get away with it.." Gonzales was sweating. "There's more of them than us and this is their terrain but we've dropped more of them. Still I don't want to get caught out here with..." He was interrupted by a shot and it echoed through the Forrest. He was afraid he'd been hit but Billy felt Wilson suddenly get heavier and he dropped to the ground. "John!" They moved him to cover as whoever had done it was taking shots at them again. The sniper. The man had a gunshot wound right in the hear. He was coughing up blood, the crimson fluid coating his dark skin and his green fatigues. "Just hang on brother...Gonzales do something!"
"He's hit in the heart...there's nothing i can do..."
Wilson took Billy's hand squeezing it. "Lt...you're a good dude...don't ever become like Morris...do the right thing...even if you the only ..." With a rattle in his throat he was gone before he could finish his sentence. Mark and Frost fired back at the sniper but it seemed the man was retreating. "We're here to deal with them! They attacked the embassy we gotta get them! They can get us Kony!" Called Frost. Mark added, "There's a village about a mile from here! Chances are that's where they're headed! I'm gonna feed that sniper his balls!" Billy felt exhausted. Gonzales said, "We have to leave the bodies behind but we can tell evac where it is when they get here. Marines get proper funerals."
"They said this is where Kony is going to be, and four of us is better than whatever men they have left. We're trained killers. They're a bunch of kids and farmers with AK's that don't know what they're doing," Aziz said. Gonzales was obviously shaken by the deaths of his team mates. "We shouldn't be here..." He stated. "My parents used to tell me about Escobar..the U.S. killed him too...or at least had a part in it. He was horrible but it wasn't our fight. This wasn't our fight..."
Aziz told him, "Hey! You get your shit together, soldier! We're pushing on. We're going to make all of them pay for Cho, Wilson and Mason."
He looked at her as he told her what happened. "Wilson was a good man. So was Mason and Cho. Taylor and Vons too. They all died. So did Morris and he was the worst of them."
She asked him, "And the rest...?"
"The rest, was Mark, Frost, Tommy and me...Remember how I told you before there was four of us?"
She nodded. "I remember you telling me. It's just been a long time."
"I gave you the gist of what happened but I never told you the details."
They had the villagers lined up. Men women, children and elders. Frost said, "I'm only gonna ask you people one more time. Where the hell are the LRA cocksuckers that came through here?!" An African male told him, "Sir,we're not on good terms with the LRA! They rape and pillage our towns they take little girls to be sex slaves and they take boys to be soldiers as young as five. We hate the LRA and we heard gunfire but we haven't seen them. We support the SPLA..."
Gonzales grabbed a pistol and pointed it at a little African girl's head. She looked to be eleven years old she was a scrawny young thing and lighter in color than a lot of the others. "We lost our men to those fucking cabrones! If you heard the shots then you know something! Now you tell us where they are or I'm gonna shoot her."
The girl, looked like she was tough and had seen some tough times and survived them herself but now she looked scared. He saw that same look in her eyes that the little boy who died in his arms had. Billy cried out, "Gonzales what the fuck, man! You're supposed to be one of the good guys! If you terrorize the locals we're no better than the terrorists! Look at her! She's scared, man!" Gonzales screamed back, "I'm sick of it, man! I hear plenty of screaming and crying and today it's been the cries of marines! I aint gonna take this shit no more!"
Mark fired his Assault Rifle in the air.
"Get rid of them! Kill them all!" Barked Frost. Billy ran up behind crying out, "Please! Sir! Cease fire immediately!" Frost turned around, "SHUT UP!" He hit him in the face with the butt of the rifle and Coen went down, dazed. "DO IT!" He screamed. Frost, Gonzales and Aziz opened fire on the villagers who screamed it terror as the rounds ripped into their flesh. The little girl screamed trying to get to cover. Billy got to his feet again and charged Frost. "No! Don't! Stop!" Just as he was about to shoot the little girl. The man tried to hit him again but Billy tackled him. What remained of the villagers tried to get away but Gonzales and Aziz were shooting them.
Billy drove his knee into Frost's groin and knocked the rifle from his hands. He hit him with a left hook catching him in the jaw. "YOU SON OF A BITCH!" The other two were about to shoot the little girl but Gonzales noticed Billy on top of Frost about to bring his knife down on him and he charged him hitting him with the butt of the rifle this time. Mark's attention was also diverted. He assisted Gonzales in his assault and the two kicked him. There was at least five villagers who were still alive though wounded and crawling. "I ought to kill you!" Screamed Frost as he hit Bily in the gut. Gonzales told him, "You can't sir! We'll get court martialed!"
"Who gives a shit?" Aziz snarled. "The three of us can spin whatever we want at debriefing. This mission was a grade A cluster fuck. There's no damn hideout!"
"I'm not leaving here empty handed," Bellowed Frost. "They said they have SPLA here. They're terrorists too."
"You fucking pricks...you're not Marines...you're nobody! We were supposed to help put down the LRA! The SPLA are the good guys!" Spat Billy. Frost told him, "Didn't I tell ya there would not be a third? Now i'm gonna kill ya..."
Frost told Gonzales, "Tommy, get me Coen's Rifle."
He did as he asked and he stood over Billy. "You get one more chance to do the right thing. Kill them."
Billy stood up weakly and took the rifle, dazed. "Put them out of their misery..." He turned around to fire on Frost but he was cold cocked once again and found himself looking at the blue sky with blurry vision. "All right...plan b..."
"They collected the shell casings from their own Rifles ...then they fired my assault rifle into the wounded survivors. When my trial came I asked them to check the ballistics. But it was miles of red tape. We weren't even supposed to be there. It was all supposed to be covert. The government in Uganda wanted us out of there. They didn't care what we did as far as the Sudanese People's Liberation Army on their side of the border but in Uganda it was spilled over between a faction from one country and a faction from another. I know I told you what happened before but not the details. My point is, I might not be like Captain Frost but i'm not like Corporal John Wilson either. Or Sgt Avon Cho. We'd already lost some other guys to the heat and the enemy before all that but we thought we could handle it. When there wasn't any LRA hideout, everybody went crazy. We were shaken up. So four guys survived...but none of them were good men."
"You can't blame yourself..." She told him. "I told you all those year ago I wouldn't judge you and I'm not now. Even though you wouldn't give me a straight answer I had a feeling you didn't really do anything. You've got nothing to be ashamed of. You don't have to doubt yourself. I know you made the right decision. Everything happens for a reason."
He sighed. "You don't understand. I mean you kind of do but the BSAA isn't like the wars the Marines have fought since the colonial days. We weren't facing monsters created by Umbrella. We were facing the original monsters. Men. A wise man once said that when we try and defeat monsters we should make sure we don't become them ourselves. You know...we had our war of independence over here but maybe that's what they were going through there. Again. We should have stayed out of it. Gonzales started out a good soldier but he ended up giving into his own fear. I risked my own life and for what? For a little girl. For villagers I couldn't save. And what was the point of them acting like animals? They all died too in the War On Terror. Now it's just down to me and the man who gave me a death sentence. I know I didn't get a fair trial. The Ugandan government wouldn't let us check all of the slugs in their bodies they insisted on doing their own autopsy. That was their right but as far as US military court was concerned, they had my shell casings and only my shell casings left behind at the scene. The perfect set up..."
She just listened to him as he spoke. "Maybe I didn't kill those people. But I wish to hell I had. At least then this would make sense. See, it doesn't matter what happened. All that matters is what Captain Frost said happened. And the two subordinates under him, under me, say happened. They were young and scared so they would have done whatever he told them. He knew better though."
She told him, "I know it's not easy making sense of a tragedy but I'm glad you did the right thing. Thy're gone and you're alive. Karma caught up to them and maybe there's a chance that somewhere out there that little girl survived the war. Both in Uganda and Sudan. I've read up a little bit on the Sudanese War. The first and the second one. It's a terrible situation but for the most part the SPLA seem like good people just trying to defend themselves and the rights of people in southern Sudan. Like you said when you first told me, your superiors were idiots."
She smiled softly and said, "Besides...if none of this happened you wouldn't have met me..and I wouldn't have met you."
He grinned back at her. "Well..there is that light at the end of the tunnel. I don't know about the little girl living though. It was Africa and there were LRA commandos around. I've seen what those sick bastards do to little girls and women."
"You never know. Tough situations makes people realize how tough they are. I ended up being able to handle myself better than you thought I could, right? Being a rookie and all."
He looked down. "I don't know if I'm going to live or not...if any of us are. I thought about what you said...about risking my own life just to take down Reagan. Maybe it's not worth it. You might be right about that. I've just thought about getting revenge for so long. Karma took out the other three and I felt robbed. I feel like Reagan is my last chance to do something but...I don't want to die."
"I don't want you to die either. If you get a chance and you have to, then do it but just make sure you're doing it for the right reasons. It shouldn't be put above everything else."
"All this time...Africa...the middle east i was surrounded by death thinking of where i failed but I kept thinking of the one thing that represented life...you..."
This got Rebecca to close her eyes just a little and part her lips. She leaned in and kissed him. He'd wanted to kiss her for years himself but she hadn't been there to do it. He kissed her back. Their lips started off, the old fashioned way but gradually it led to french kissing his tongue meeting hers. His hands slid down her bare back, her skin so silky so soft and warm in his weary hands. He felt course in his on mind while she was soft and smooth. He brought his arms around to her sides feeling it to be just as soft. They'd finished the fruit on the counter so Rebecca knocked it aside and they both laughed. He began to kiss her running his hands along her bare skin as she began to undo his fatigues . "I like a man in uniform..."
He began to kiss her neck, her slender throat and she closed her eyes laying back with a gasp as they did. He began to unbuckle her leather pants and she unzipped his zipper trying to get his pants off. He kissed up to her left ear lightly sucking on her skin. She let out a soft moan as he did this. He got down to his boxers climbing on top of her and he began to kiss down to her breasts moving his mouth over the ivory flesh, his tongue flicking at her nipples.
She moaned softly but her top was not entirely off just lifted up a bit. She had goose bumps as one hand took her other breast in hand while the other made its way down her stomach down to her pants. He loved the leather it made her look so hot and he had admired her ass in it. He slid his fingers pas the belt buckle into her pants sliding them to her panties. He began to massage her through her panties. She got his fatigues and his shirt off and began running her hands along his muscular frame.
He got her down to her panties and saw that she had on green panties. He began massaging her through there. He kissed down her stomach and moved to her navel kissing it, his tongue flickering inside it. She let out a low moan even as he had stopped fingering her.
He got behind her and removed her panties from behind, getting a look at her luscious round ass, filling him full of lust. He began to go inside her. She let in a suck of air as she took him in between her legs as he drove inside her. She seemedto be in pain so he slowed down rubbing her soft skin around the friend moving to toy her pussy. "I'm sorry...did I hurt you...?" She told him, "Just go slow..."
He did as she asked and he began to go slow but steady. "Am I still hurting you?" He asked knowing that he had to keep going to get her used to it. "No..." He couldn't believe how tight she was as he went in and out of her. He expected she would be but this was more than he expected. It hugged his member and he gripped her hip as he slid in and out of the young redhead's slit. "Oh Billy..."
"We should have done this a long time ago..." He said. "Back at the train..." He said with a grin. She smiled back, blushing looking back at him as he took her from behind. "We're making up for lost time..."
He drove in deeper her pussy wet and welcoming as he slid inside the younger woman. He smacked her ass, and she let out a yelp from that plus the penetration. "You like that princess...?" She whimpered "Yeeeeees..."
He kept going in deeper and she urged him to go faster and he began to finger her as well as fuck her toying her folds as he plowed into her soaking hole. "Little becca likes it rough huh..." She moaned, "Yeah...fuck it away..." She began to rotate her hips backing up into him. He knew he might not last long they both had not had sex in years but right now this was all they had, they might not live to see another day so however long this lasted, they had to enjoy it and make the best of it. He drove in deeper and she gyrated back again in a circular motion so he tried to do the same back trying to parry her.
He tried to remove her top but she stopped him. She was insecure about her breast size as she wasn't as busty as Jill or Sheva. Billy picked up on her cue and left it alone. "Uhhh...! Billy!" Finally he lost it. He came all over her back and buttocks. He groaned, "I'm...gonna return the favor..."
She told him, "Don't worry about it we can go again in a few minutes... I'm not going anywhere and neither are you..meanwhile...let's get your little soldier to salute..."
She began to suck him off and he looked up at the ceiling. He knew they couldn't do this forever but damned if he wasn't going to savor every moment and take every minute owed to him, to her for this shit. The battle was far from over and they only had temporary vacation from it even if only a couple hours but with the bombing threat averted, they had until the others got back from the prison and the evac arrived.
Meanwhile...
They were trying to get to Queens in a Humvee. They'd wanted to take the tank but it would have been too crowded. Barry was talking to HQ and he turned to Chris and Jill. "Bad news, guys. The infection in Puerto Rico somehow...made it to the Dominican Republic and Haiti. We don't know at what point. It cold have been the last few days or some time during the start of the civil war there. The infection is just as bad there. Maybe even worse since it's two countries populations. As for Puerto Rico...they've spent days evacuating civilians, the Marines down there and what remains of our guys there but...it looks like the nuclear strike we were afraid of here...it might end up happening in Puerto Rico. Not just to Oceana Aldea..."
Chris asked, "Is there anything anyone can do to stop it?" Barry was stressed. "I don't think so. San Juan is in ruins. There's been a battle between the rebels and the US military buyt they're pulling out. They're trying to get any civilians out of there but they're running short on time."
Jill felt her heart skip a beat. Carlos...
That's it for this chapter. So as far as Billy's back story, what happened with that is I'm sure you know who the little grl is i read a story before where somebody even said his squad was responsible for the death of her parents but the timeline is off by three years but it was still a good idea and inspired my writing of this chapter.
As for the lemon with Billy and Rebecca, the lemon will carry on in the next chapter. It was longer but my internet connection went out and when i clicked save and it went away i was so pissed. Anyway, the thing too is, while you can always have a second round if you blow your load so you can satisfy your girl, this was more out of convenience for me. That and i'm pissed that i lost the bulk of what i wrote and had to write a lot again but I only wrote part of it. Their round two will be longer in the next chapter.
Also, Chris, Jill Barry and co. will arrive at the prison. Sherry and Jake will have to hold off until then. After what happens there, there'll be a time jump and the group of heroes will go to India next. Hope you enjoyed