Chapter 7_ LET US IN!

"You always like this Danny. Amnesia shouldn't make you like it any less." the girl who had removed her waist belt and her short pant had dropped from their place and onto her ankle shamelessly said.

Why was she after knowing him for just two days speaking of what he always liked? Danny wondered.

He stood now, staring at her growler, unable to cast his glance away from it. There were little strands of hair just growing around her vagina and Danny saw that she had a more darker shade of pink for her front butt complexion.

He shouldn't be looking so intently at a woman's ass but his shock and uncertainty had rendered him unable to avert his gaze. Was it truly that or he was finding an excuse for the lust which had now started to engulf his senses?

"See, Danny? You want it too." He heard the girl whisper as though she could read his mind.

He gulped the first time, then the second and the third.

He was not ready to have sex. His fears wouldn't let him. What if he ended up doing nonsense and she laughs at him?

Ah... No. He was not going to do it.

Then, he remembered Aunt Theida. Remembered the seizing breaths of pleasure she breathes in and out while she rode on top of his little self. He loathed those moans. Hell— he was not doing this. Images of the zombies swallowing her whole body under them before they started to eat out all the little life left out of her flesh flew into his mind. Even if that wasn't Aunt Theida, even if that was some woman who looked like her and with a similar dog, he wasn't going to do this.

He convinced himself that this girl was going to get eaten by zombies too if he had sex with her.

That was enough of a reason for him to look away and walked in the direction where he sat before something propelled him into going to the window.

"No man ignores me Danny." the girl almost snapped as she drew her nicker up and began to walk to him, still fumbling with keeping the nicker in place just enough to enable walk– like a person taking zombie strides.

Danny wanted to turn up his head to gaze at her but he did it a little too late. She had stumped her buttocks on his tired lap, her hands over his neck while she lowered her neck and placed her dry lips on his.

He wished he could protest. Wished he had dragged his lips away from hers and maybe carry her off of his body but hated himself for doing the complete opposite.

As though all the abstinence he had maintained his whole life had bottled up and formed a lava of hungriness inside of him, he released the blaring flame of desire in a burst as he consumed her lips– sending the last rusty flesh on it away and into the opening of his throat.

Her lips tasted like raw meat and blood but his tongue tasted something else as the kiss intensified. He tasted tiredness and the giant zeal of a survivor– a fighter on her lips and it somehow administered soothe, assurance into his own mind in turmoil.

To God, if he had known one could derive strength from a strong partner while kissing, he would have done it more. His longing began to flare up as heaty as the room gets while beads of sweat had begun to run down a race down his body. Her hands were fumbling his abs, his chest through the torn part of his shirt which rendered his body bare.

He liked it, he didn't want her to stop. He wanted to do more but knew not what to do. He had no idea of where to place his hands, of the right place to tingle her sensation as she did his.

If only he knew his false hatred for sex was a facade covering his fear of naiveness, he might have considered doing it earlier. Danny had no idea if the act would be as enjoyable as the pleasure he was deriving from this intimacy but he knew for sure his control had been burnt. Like a dead body in India, his control had been sent to ashes.

His cock was about to erupt too as it stood higher than the tallest mountains beneath the jean which felt like the most destructive prison to him now.

"All this hunger and you've been saying no Danny? Playing hard to get after smashing for the umpteenth time huh? You are such a bad boy. Your pretense turns me on even more." the girl chuckled as she pulled away a bit, her mouth away from his.

Danny again only stood, watching her with sheer lust as he lost awareness of his surroundings and could only feel the room get tighter and smaller.

She chuckled again when she got no replies from him and perhaps could only read desire on his face.

"The hunger for food is decorating. Do you feel it? Now, what's left is the hunger for each other. Just like zombies!" she faked a snarl before chuckling again and before he knew it, she opened the zipper on his jean, pulled apart the button, and brought out his hardened manhood.

Danny gasped, unable to believe himself what his eyes saw. Again, he confirmed that most definitely, this wasn't his body. The size of the cock he saw which had gotten robust with craving almost made his out gouge out of their socket.

He wanted to curse at himself for being able to do nothing except stare and look on like a dunce– just as she had regarded him.

With every of his action, he was proving her right.

As she bent to do more to him, as he could now see the middle of her brunette head, he felt first her tongue graze the edgy flesh of his dick.

He groaned, a soft tiny sound that left him wondering if she heard it. She could care less about that, Danny affirmed that as she enclosed her whole mouth on his manhood.

Now, the soft groan was no longer soft. It was a sharp moan of pleasure, of desire. The sound came out too sharp, sharper than it should. Only women moan so loud. Again, he cursed under his breath at himself for being so loud.

Their desire, craving, hunger, and sensation were sent on a pause when some noises began to erupt from outside. It was right in the corridor and it was sounds of footsteps. As though someone was running. Running from zombies.

Like a soldier ready for an attack on a battlefield, the girl sprawled up at alert.

Danny suddenly felt a gush of embarrassment welling over him as he also stood up, arranging his still-hard dick back into its place.

"Something is going on," she whispered to him.

Even an idiot would know that. She need not say it to him like a stupid five years old boy.

Wait, why was he suddenly angry?

She began to tiptoe to the door and Danny wished she wouldn't do that. The sound increased as the screams of a girl were first heard. The sound was so tiny and it spelled horrification as she continued to scream at the highest pitch of her voice. Zombies snarling, munching, and growling could be heard as they probably were devouring the flesh of the girl.

He thought this was a clubhouse. What was a little girl doing in it?

Suddenly, the sound of yet another girl resounded. This one sounded younger and she was crying so hard and yelling. Perhaps frightened to death to watch the zombies eat whoever the first girl was.

"We need to help her." Danny suddenly said.

He could not just stand there and allow the zombies to eat a harmless small girl. He began to move towards the door.

"What are you doing Danny? She could be bitten or infected. Just let them be and let's only save ourselves!" she snapped as she went to stand between him and the door.

Save themselves?

Save themselves and allow zombies to eat a little girl who only wanted her daddy.

She was screaming, "Daddy! Daddy!" now.

He'd rather die trying to save her than stand back like a ruthless coward and leave a young girl to die.

"Move." he simply told the girl in front of him but her unmoving body showed the rate of her seriousness.

He needed to show her that he was serious too, Danny thought.

As he made to say something, the sound of a man shouting out a name blared from the corridor.

"Belina? Belina?!" he was calling.

Now, the girl in front of him moved. She also seemed interested in the incident but her own interest was in watching, not saving them.

Slowly now, the both of them moved towards the door. More carefully now, they both shifted the mattress to reveal a little space enough to shoot their head and peep.

Alas!

Before they could even get to fulfil their mission, the man was right in front of their door, and when he saw the open space, he banged on the broken door.

"Let us in! LET US IN!" he roared, the little girl was in his arms now.