dreamed
Murphy and Anderson were a little more successful in their rape
attempt. They managed to get her clothes off, but instead of raping
her, they turned into walkers and started eating at her bare flesh.
Legs, arms, breasts, face, was all food to them. She tried to get
away, but they had torn out the muscles in her legs. She couldn't
move. They continued to slowly kill her by feasting, and more were
coming.
She woke up and felt a hand on her shoulder,
gently shaking her.
“Sam. Wake up.”
She sat up with a start and held her knife
near her ear, ready to strike. It had never left her hand, even
during sleep. Aaron jumped off the bed and backed up, his hands up
defensively.
“Whoa, Sam! Calm down. You were almost
screaming in your sleep. You didn't lock your door either. See? My
dick is still in my pants.”
She took a few deep breaths. She noticed he
had a towel on his shoulder. She nodded, the closest she'd ever
come to showing meaningful gratitude.
“Come here,” he said. “Let me show you
something.”
She followed him to the bathroom. He pointed
to the tub with a smile on his face. As obnoxious as his smile was,
Sam realized she liked it.
The tub was half-full of water, a hint of
steam just barely visible.
“You put together a warm bath?”
“Yeah. I heat the water up on the roof with
my grill, then just pour it through the broken skylight. The drain
actually works too. No idea where it goes, but hey, whatever.
Anyway, it's all yours.”
She looked at him. “What?”
“I figured you could use one. Hell, you've
got blood on your face still.”
Sam laughed. It was the first time Aaron
heard her laugh. It was a nice sound.
She shook her head slowly, a smile still on
her face. She could hear the undead in the living room beneath her.
It seemed when she spoke, they made just a little more noise.
“Let me get this straight. You expect me to
take my clothes off, and take a bath, with a hundred walkers
downstairs, and you right outside the door? What's your game,
Aaron? What are you trying to do? Get off on seeing me naked?”
Aaron was hurt. He could tell gratitude
wasn't Sam's strength. Still, it wasn't exactly hard work, but it
took time to heat up two buckets of water, pour them through the
skylight, and then start over.
“Sam, I don't expect you to do
anything. You want to take a bath? Fine. You don't? I'll sleep
either way. You are a beautiful woman, but you're not that beautiful. I really
don't want to see you naked. I've got more important things to
do.”
Her face was blank for a
moment, then he thought he saw the hint of a smile. She reached out
and grabbed the towel from his shoulder. “My name is Samantha. ”
It was his turn to smile. “Soap, razors, and
I think some shampoo is under the sink. There's girl clothes in the
rear bedroom in one of the dressers.”
She laughed. “Girl clothes?”
“You know, bras, panties, stuff like that.
This door locks, too.”
She smiled and nodded, then closed and locked
the door.
Aaron took a
breath. That is one exhausting
woman.
He listened at the door for a moment. He
heard her peel off her clothes, then climb in the tub.
Good, now I can go to work.
He did have other reasons for getting her in
the tub, but it had nothing to do with her being nude. He had some
things he needed to get from the first floor, and the last thing he
needed was for Sam to catch him walking with the undead.
He wouldn't know what he'd tell her.
He set the ladder up and climbed down to the
living room. He tried to breathe as little as possible as he walked
through the mob. Dangerous to him or not, they were disgusting. He
leaned down to grab his fishing rod, and felt something hit the
back of his head. He knew it was a maggot or worm, and quickly
brushed it off.
“Maybe you all should be the ones taking a
bath.”
They moaned at him in response.
He gathered a few more things and went up to
the roof.
It felt strange to have another guest after
all this time.
Murphy and Anderson were a little more successful in their rape
attempt. They managed to get her clothes off, but instead of raping
her, they turned into walkers and started eating at her bare flesh.
Legs, arms, breasts, face, was all food to them. She tried to get
away, but they had torn out the muscles in her legs. She couldn't
move. They continued to slowly kill her by feasting, and more were
coming.
She woke up and felt a hand on her shoulder,
gently shaking her.
“Sam. Wake up.”
She sat up with a start and held her knife
near her ear, ready to strike. It had never left her hand, even
during sleep. Aaron jumped off the bed and backed up, his hands up
defensively.
“Whoa, Sam! Calm down. You were almost
screaming in your sleep. You didn't lock your door either. See? My
dick is still in my pants.”
She took a few deep breaths. She noticed he
had a towel on his shoulder. She nodded, the closest she'd ever
come to showing meaningful gratitude.
“Come here,” he said. “Let me show you
something.”
She followed him to the bathroom. He pointed
to the tub with a smile on his face. As obnoxious as his smile was,
Sam realized she liked it.
The tub was half-full of water, a hint of
steam just barely visible.
“You put together a warm bath?”
“Yeah. I heat the water up on the roof with
my grill, then just pour it through the broken skylight. The drain
actually works too. No idea where it goes, but hey, whatever.
Anyway, it's all yours.”
She looked at him. “What?”
“I figured you could use one. Hell, you've
got blood on your face still.”
Sam laughed. It was the first time Aaron
heard her laugh. It was a nice sound.
She shook her head slowly, a smile still on
her face. She could hear the undead in the living room beneath her.
It seemed when she spoke, they made just a little more noise.
“Let me get this straight. You expect me to
take my clothes off, and take a bath, with a hundred walkers
downstairs, and you right outside the door? What's your game,
Aaron? What are you trying to do? Get off on seeing me naked?”
Aaron was hurt. He could tell gratitude
wasn't Sam's strength. Still, it wasn't exactly hard work, but it
took time to heat up two buckets of water, pour them through the
skylight, and then start over.
“Sam, I don't expect you to do
anything. You want to take a bath? Fine. You don't? I'll sleep
either way. You are a beautiful woman, but you're not that beautiful. I really
don't want to see you naked. I've got more important things to
do.”
Her face was blank for a
moment, then he thought he saw the hint of a smile. She reached out
and grabbed the towel from his shoulder. “My name is Samantha. ”
It was his turn to smile. “Soap, razors, and
I think some shampoo is under the sink. There's girl clothes in the
rear bedroom in one of the dressers.”
She laughed. “Girl clothes?”
“You know, bras, panties, stuff like that.
This door locks, too.”
She smiled and nodded, then closed and locked
the door.
Aaron took a
breath. That is one exhausting
woman.
He listened at the door for a moment. He
heard her peel off her clothes, then climb in the tub.
Good, now I can go to work.
He did have other reasons for getting her in
the tub, but it had nothing to do with her being nude. He had some
things he needed to get from the first floor, and the last thing he
needed was for Sam to catch him walking with the undead.
He wouldn't know what he'd tell her.
He set the ladder up and climbed down to the
living room. He tried to breathe as little as possible as he walked
through the mob. Dangerous to him or not, they were disgusting. He
leaned down to grab his fishing rod, and felt something hit the
back of his head. He knew it was a maggot or worm, and quickly
brushed it off.
“Maybe you all should be the ones taking a
bath.”
They moaned at him in response.
He gathered a few more things and went up to
the roof.
It felt strange to have another guest after
all this time.
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