Nicole sat alone in the kitchen, a cigarette hanging from her lips as she slid her finger across the smooth surface of her lighter, finally bringing it to her unlit smoke and lighting it. She inhaled, closing her eyes and savoring the moment. There was nothing like a good smoke in the evening. The smell of blood that was caked in her hair mixed with the smell of the cigarette smoke. An interesting metallic smell that she had grown used to. The cigarette brought her a sense of calm while her insides were burning for another injection. If she could get her hands on some heroin, she would jump on it in a heartbeat. But in this world, she didn’t even know if there was any left. She took another long drag. Smoking dulled her craving for another high, making them bearable. The cold sweats, the shaking, all of it dulled when the steady stream of smoke filled her withering lungs.
“I wish you would stop that too.”
Nicole turned her head to see Evan, her brother, standing behind her. She turned back to the window, exhaling.
“Tough titties.” She could almost feel his smile as he sat in the chair next to her. He always loved when she used phrases like that. When she was in high school, she would come up with creative phrases just to make him laugh. Evan had a beautiful smile. He looked so much like their mom. She smiled at the memory. “Find anything downtown?” She turned to look at her brother. Despite the slight smile on his face, his eyes were coated with a permanent sadness. Nicole couldn’t remember the last time she saw a real, genuine smile on his face.
“A few things. Not much.” He bowed his head. “Any luck with you?”
“Fuck no.” She took another drag. Some smoke drifted in Evan’s direction and he fanned it away from himself, making a dramatic motion out of it. She just smiled. He always hated second hand smoke. “First house we got to had an infected.”
“I saw the corpse in the yard. Good job sis.” Evan held up his fist and Nicole grinned as she pressed her fist against his.
“Fuck yeah. Just have to have Joey burn it.”
He nodded and looked towards the door. “He said something about getting it taken care of it in the morning.” Evan nodded as if reassuring himself that was in fact the comment Joey had made. He glanced at Nicole, who was taking another long drag, her eyes closed slightly. “Are you… okay? With… you know?” He lowered his voice in case there were others within hearing distance. The others, with the exception of Eddie, knew of Nicole’s drug abuse. Of course between Gemma and Joey, Gemma knew the most. But she and Nicole may as well have been sisters. Nicole told her everything, and Gemma told her. It was just how things ended up being. So Nicole couldn’t understand why Evan was speaking so hushed.
“Fine.” She snorted. “As fine someone can be going cold turkey.”
“Are you sure?” Evan looked worried, like he was about to cry.
“I told you, I’m fucking fine.” She took another drag before putting out the cigarette and lighting another. “Why’re you so goddamn paranoid?”
“Because that’s your 3rd cigarette you’ve lit in the last 15 minutes.”
Nicole pulled the smoke away from her lips, looking at it as she twirled it around, the smoke making a pattern in the air. She hadn’t realized she already smoked through two. Then she panicked, opening the box she had to see how many were left. After this box was gone, she only had one left. And since no one could find food, cigarettes would most likely be even scarcer. 4 left. That would get her through 2 days if she was lucky. Taking another drag she slowly set the pack down. “I’m fine.” She said softly, pushing the pack away from her. “Just a little shocked from the shit the new bitch put me through today.”
“You’ve never been shocked by the infected before.” He said just a soft. He always had a velvety soft voice. Even as a child. The only thing that had changed was it had gotten a few octaves deeper. He reached out and took the cigarette from her fingers, bringing it to his own lips and taking a quick drag before putting it out on the table. The rest of the cigarette he put back in the box, pushing it to his left where it was out of Nicole’s reach.
“I wasn’t done with that.” She hissed.
“You are now.” He hissed back. “Replacing one addiction with another isn’t doing anything for you. If you want to get over your addiction you have to face it.”
“I need it! Give it back Evan!” Nicole snapped, reaching across the table.
“You don’t need it, you want it.”
“God fucking dammit Evan! Give me my fucking cigs before I bash your head in!”
“Not until you tell me what’s really the problem. Why are you chain smoking? Are your cravings getting strong again? Talk to me!”
“It’s that new bitch and the shit that happened today. I already said that. Now give my my fucking smokes.” She lunged for the box but Evan was too quick and snatched them off the table, resulting in Nicole sprawled across the table. She glared at Even who smiled sweetly.
“I don’t believe that. And she has a name, you know.” Evan’s eyes met Nicole’s. His full of empathy, and sorrow, hers with anger and desperation. He bit his lip and pushed the pack back to her. “Before the infected got to mom and dad… mom made me promise I would help you get better.” His voice was so soft, so gentle. “She made me promise that I would do whatever it takes. And I haven’t kept that promise.” He closed his eyes as tears swelled behind his eyelids. “I let you get addicted to something else. And that didn’t even fix the first one. Just please, please, stop smoking. I don’t want you to die. I need my big sister.” A tear slid down his cheek and it tugged at Nicole’s heart. Evan wasn’t one to cry. He never was. He may not be the sharpest tool in the shed, but that boy had emotions of steel. Nicole was the only person who ever was able to break down his defenses. He could tell her anything, and he usually did. At one point in time, she would do the same to him. But since the outbreak, he had become far too protective and it slowly pushed his sister away. She hated talking to him anymore since, more often than not; he would break down and beg for her to quit her vices. Nicole would do anything for her brother; she loved him with everything she had. But never being able to have a casual conversation with him was enough to drive her to smoke instead of dropping the habit. She would die for him, but if he kept the emotional bullshit up, she would never be able to talk to him about anything. And she didn’t want that with her brother.
“I don’t need you as much as you think I do.” She whispered. Shocked, he looked up at her with swollen eyes.
“What?”
“You heard what I said. Just shut up. I’ll be fine.”
“Nicole…”
“Evan, stop talking.”
“No! I wont!” His voice rose. “I made a promise.”
“God, you’re a fucking idiot, you know that?” Nicole sighed heavily, trying to calm the urge to reach for her pack of smokes and light a new one. “Crying isn’t going to get me to stop. “
“Well that’s clear since I’ve done it before and it hasn’t stopped you yet.” There was no disguising the hurt in his voice. Nicole almost felt bad, but the feeling soon drifted away.
“At the very least, you could smoke a little less.”
“Nicole, Joey’s looking for you.” Nicole looked up to Gemma who was standing in the doorway, hip cocked and smug expression on her face. In each hand she had a can of food.
“The fuck does he want?”
“Your help cremating the infected body you neglected to take care of earlier.”
“Can’t he just deal with it himself?”
“Nope. Boss man’s orders.”
Nicole groaned loudly as she pushed her chair back and snatched the cigarettes up off the table. “I’ll talk to you later, Evan.” She walked out, waving to him awkwardly as she left. Evan watched her go, his heart heavy.
“What’s going on with you two?” Gemma asked, shoving the cans into the cupboard. “She being… Nicole?”
Evan nodded slowly. A tear escaped, treading down his cheek. He let it go, not bothering to wipe it away. “She’s going to kill herself Gemma. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know how to help her anymore. How to you save someone who doesn’t want to be saved?”
“She’s not trying to find Jesus Evan. Just survive a drug addiction.” Gemma walked over to him, swinging her leg over his body and squatting into his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. He wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her close. “And besides. She’s old enough to take care of herself.”
“I know… But she –“
“No, no, no.” Gemma whispered, lifting his chin. “That’s enough of that.”
“Replacing an addiction with another addiction isn’t right Gemma. I made a promise to get her clean. And now she’s just addicted to something else. I’ve failed to keep my promise.” He let his arms swing down to his sides, hanging limply at the edges of the chair. Another tear fell to his cheeks and Gemma wiped it away gently.
“How many people with addictions do you think survived when the infection spread?” Gemma smiled at him.
“I don’t know.”
“Oh, come on. Take a wild guess.”
“Half of them.”
“I’m willing to bet less. So out of all those hundreds of thousands of addicts in the world, less than half of them made it. You should be happy Nicole is even alive. If she wants to smoke, let her do it. At least she’s alive and well.”
“Yeah. Maybe.” Evan tried to push her away so he could stand, but she clung to his neck like a child. He just lowered his arms, letting her lean in and kiss his lips with such a softness he almost gave in to her touch. She tugged at his lower lip with her teeth lightly, urging him to give in and bring her closer to him. She gripped his hair tightly, using him as leverage to scoot herself closer, her legs gripping his with an impressive strength.
“Am I interrupting something?” Gemma let Evan go, leaning back and grinning at Joey who had entered the kitchen. Evan’s face turned bright red as he tried to stand and push Gemma off, but she held him down.
“Oh, nothing. Evan and I were just talking.”
“Uh huh.”
Evan turned even redder as Joey’s grin grew wider. He pushed hard and she toppled backwards, grabbing at the table. It scarped across the dust covered floor, making Gemma lose her balance and she plunged to the floor. Dust spread from under head, floating into the air as she hit the ground with a loud thud. She glared up at Evan who covered his mouth to hide his smile. Joey, on the other hand, let out a gut-busting laugh that echoed through the grime filled kitchen. Nicole and Eddie came running to the room to catch a glimpse of what deserved such strong laughter. Nicole crossed her arms, grinning.
“Now that is fucking hilarious.”
Both girls covered their mouths as they started laughing, trying to calm their giggles as Evan and Joey joined them. Gemma glared up at her companions, a slow grin crossing her stern features.
“Maybe it’s a little funny.”
“You should have seen your face!” Joey cackled, bending over and clutching his stomach. “Oh god, my stomach! It hurts!” He squealed in laughter which only made the other 3 laugh harder.
“Alright. It wasn’t that funny.” Gemma sighed heavily, trying to keep her cool and brush off the embarrassing fall.
“Oh my god.” Evan whispered. They all looked over to him. He was kneeling down where Gemma had fallen, admiring the floor. Gemma was mortified when she realized there, perfectly imprinted on the dusty tiles, was an imprint of her ass. Perfectly outlined in dust.
“OHMYGOD MAKE IT STOP!” Joey howled, as he ran from the room. “I can’t handle this! That’s just too perfect!”
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Later that night Joey was laying in the one queen bed the house offered that wasn’t falling apart. The group took turns on the bed every night, drawing sticks (or in this case, blades of grass). Short stick got the bed and was aloud to chose one other person to join. Joey chose his usual pick, Gemma. The two were close, and had been since they met up what now seemed like years before when it had really only been a few months. Time seemed to drag, making weeks seem like months, and months feel like years. Joey secretly hoped something would happen and the world would begin to reform itself and build up to something better. But that was unlikely, and quite possibly the most impossible and out of reach dream a person could possess. And it was unfortunately Joey’s greatest wish.
“You could have gone a little easier on me today, you know.” Gemma sighed from the corner of the room. Joey had lit a candle that was now sitting by the side of the bed, but the small candle provided little light, and he could only make out her faint outline as she neatly folded her clothes and set them on the shelf.
“What fun would that have been?” He grinned at the memory of her embarrassing fall. “What were you two doing?”
“Talking.” Joey could hear the smile in her voice as she responded, a pang of jealousy building in his stomach.
“Sure didn’t look like talk to me.” His jaw nearly dropped as she stepped into the light, her tattooed naked body standing before him. She tilted her head to one side as she cocked her hip, the two gestures in sync. The candlelight danced off her curves that the tattoos accentuated so well. Her body was nearly covered, the only skin remaining were parts of her stomach, legs, and genitals. He lingered over every inch of her body, taking it in. She was beautiful. Almost more beautiful than his wife had been. But she was a distant memory now. Faded with everything else he had once loved. That was long gone, and now he had Gemma. A beautiful, sassy woman who was better company than his wife could have ever imagined of being.
“Is that jealousy I hear?” Her grin looked almost devilish in the dim light.
“It might be.” Joey approached her, slowly pulling her closer as he ran his hands up her back, feeling every small curvature her body had to offer. She snaked her slender arms around his neck. Closing his eyes, Joey took all of her in, hands exploring her naked body as her hands began to expose his.
“We’re running out of food.” She whispered, lingering at the button of his jeans.
“I know.” He whispered back. “We have too many mouths to feed.”
Gemma let out a small laugh as she pulled his pants down slowly, allowing him to kick them off before turning her attention to his neck and shoulders, kissing down them softly. “That was your doing.” She laughed between kisses.
“That it was.” He sucked in air as she began nibbling on his neck gently.
“Mhm.” Her voice was muffled against his neck, her hands trailing down his body. “I don’t think Evan is going to listen.”
Joey nodded, unable to think of any words as she bit down hard onto his skin. The two had devised a plan. Nicole was slowing the group down. They had to move for the sake of their lives. The food was running out, and more and more of the infected were traveling to the area. They new a group of survivors were housed in the town. It was only a matter of time before they began sniffing them out. A hungry beast becomes a desperate beast, and fresh meat would be easy to sniff out. But if Evan could see this, they could somehow convince him to convince Nicole to leave.
“I say we kill her.” Gemma smirked as she pulled away, looking up into Joey’s eyes. Joy danced behind her eyes and Joey wondered if it was him, or the thought of killing one of the group that had her so overjoyed.
“Not yet Gem.” He backed towards the bed, sitting and pulling her into his lap. She grinded against him slowly and he had to force himself to suppress a moan. “We have to wait until the time is right. Get on his side. Make him want you so badly he will have no choice but to comply.”
“And are you going to be okay with that?” She grinned, her hands trailing along his thighs, teasing him with every move she made.
“If you keep this up, I’ll be just fine.” He whispered breathlessly as she pushed him back against the bed, straddling his body.
“Don’t worry baby. I’ll take good care of you.”
“I wish you would stop that too.”
Nicole turned her head to see Evan, her brother, standing behind her. She turned back to the window, exhaling.
“Tough titties.” She could almost feel his smile as he sat in the chair next to her. He always loved when she used phrases like that. When she was in high school, she would come up with creative phrases just to make him laugh. Evan had a beautiful smile. He looked so much like their mom. She smiled at the memory. “Find anything downtown?” She turned to look at her brother. Despite the slight smile on his face, his eyes were coated with a permanent sadness. Nicole couldn’t remember the last time she saw a real, genuine smile on his face.
“A few things. Not much.” He bowed his head. “Any luck with you?”
“Fuck no.” She took another drag. Some smoke drifted in Evan’s direction and he fanned it away from himself, making a dramatic motion out of it. She just smiled. He always hated second hand smoke. “First house we got to had an infected.”
“I saw the corpse in the yard. Good job sis.” Evan held up his fist and Nicole grinned as she pressed her fist against his.
“Fuck yeah. Just have to have Joey burn it.”
He nodded and looked towards the door. “He said something about getting it taken care of it in the morning.” Evan nodded as if reassuring himself that was in fact the comment Joey had made. He glanced at Nicole, who was taking another long drag, her eyes closed slightly. “Are you… okay? With… you know?” He lowered his voice in case there were others within hearing distance. The others, with the exception of Eddie, knew of Nicole’s drug abuse. Of course between Gemma and Joey, Gemma knew the most. But she and Nicole may as well have been sisters. Nicole told her everything, and Gemma told her. It was just how things ended up being. So Nicole couldn’t understand why Evan was speaking so hushed.
“Fine.” She snorted. “As fine someone can be going cold turkey.”
“Are you sure?” Evan looked worried, like he was about to cry.
“I told you, I’m fucking fine.” She took another drag before putting out the cigarette and lighting another. “Why’re you so goddamn paranoid?”
“Because that’s your 3rd cigarette you’ve lit in the last 15 minutes.”
Nicole pulled the smoke away from her lips, looking at it as she twirled it around, the smoke making a pattern in the air. She hadn’t realized she already smoked through two. Then she panicked, opening the box she had to see how many were left. After this box was gone, she only had one left. And since no one could find food, cigarettes would most likely be even scarcer. 4 left. That would get her through 2 days if she was lucky. Taking another drag she slowly set the pack down. “I’m fine.” She said softly, pushing the pack away from her. “Just a little shocked from the shit the new bitch put me through today.”
“You’ve never been shocked by the infected before.” He said just a soft. He always had a velvety soft voice. Even as a child. The only thing that had changed was it had gotten a few octaves deeper. He reached out and took the cigarette from her fingers, bringing it to his own lips and taking a quick drag before putting it out on the table. The rest of the cigarette he put back in the box, pushing it to his left where it was out of Nicole’s reach.
“I wasn’t done with that.” She hissed.
“You are now.” He hissed back. “Replacing one addiction with another isn’t doing anything for you. If you want to get over your addiction you have to face it.”
“I need it! Give it back Evan!” Nicole snapped, reaching across the table.
“You don’t need it, you want it.”
“God fucking dammit Evan! Give me my fucking cigs before I bash your head in!”
“Not until you tell me what’s really the problem. Why are you chain smoking? Are your cravings getting strong again? Talk to me!”
“It’s that new bitch and the shit that happened today. I already said that. Now give my my fucking smokes.” She lunged for the box but Evan was too quick and snatched them off the table, resulting in Nicole sprawled across the table. She glared at Even who smiled sweetly.
“I don’t believe that. And she has a name, you know.” Evan’s eyes met Nicole’s. His full of empathy, and sorrow, hers with anger and desperation. He bit his lip and pushed the pack back to her. “Before the infected got to mom and dad… mom made me promise I would help you get better.” His voice was so soft, so gentle. “She made me promise that I would do whatever it takes. And I haven’t kept that promise.” He closed his eyes as tears swelled behind his eyelids. “I let you get addicted to something else. And that didn’t even fix the first one. Just please, please, stop smoking. I don’t want you to die. I need my big sister.” A tear slid down his cheek and it tugged at Nicole’s heart. Evan wasn’t one to cry. He never was. He may not be the sharpest tool in the shed, but that boy had emotions of steel. Nicole was the only person who ever was able to break down his defenses. He could tell her anything, and he usually did. At one point in time, she would do the same to him. But since the outbreak, he had become far too protective and it slowly pushed his sister away. She hated talking to him anymore since, more often than not; he would break down and beg for her to quit her vices. Nicole would do anything for her brother; she loved him with everything she had. But never being able to have a casual conversation with him was enough to drive her to smoke instead of dropping the habit. She would die for him, but if he kept the emotional bullshit up, she would never be able to talk to him about anything. And she didn’t want that with her brother.
“I don’t need you as much as you think I do.” She whispered. Shocked, he looked up at her with swollen eyes.
“What?”
“You heard what I said. Just shut up. I’ll be fine.”
“Nicole…”
“Evan, stop talking.”
“No! I wont!” His voice rose. “I made a promise.”
“God, you’re a fucking idiot, you know that?” Nicole sighed heavily, trying to calm the urge to reach for her pack of smokes and light a new one. “Crying isn’t going to get me to stop. “
“Well that’s clear since I’ve done it before and it hasn’t stopped you yet.” There was no disguising the hurt in his voice. Nicole almost felt bad, but the feeling soon drifted away.
“At the very least, you could smoke a little less.”
“Nicole, Joey’s looking for you.” Nicole looked up to Gemma who was standing in the doorway, hip cocked and smug expression on her face. In each hand she had a can of food.
“The fuck does he want?”
“Your help cremating the infected body you neglected to take care of earlier.”
“Can’t he just deal with it himself?”
“Nope. Boss man’s orders.”
Nicole groaned loudly as she pushed her chair back and snatched the cigarettes up off the table. “I’ll talk to you later, Evan.” She walked out, waving to him awkwardly as she left. Evan watched her go, his heart heavy.
“What’s going on with you two?” Gemma asked, shoving the cans into the cupboard. “She being… Nicole?”
Evan nodded slowly. A tear escaped, treading down his cheek. He let it go, not bothering to wipe it away. “She’s going to kill herself Gemma. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know how to help her anymore. How to you save someone who doesn’t want to be saved?”
“She’s not trying to find Jesus Evan. Just survive a drug addiction.” Gemma walked over to him, swinging her leg over his body and squatting into his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. He wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her close. “And besides. She’s old enough to take care of herself.”
“I know… But she –“
“No, no, no.” Gemma whispered, lifting his chin. “That’s enough of that.”
“Replacing an addiction with another addiction isn’t right Gemma. I made a promise to get her clean. And now she’s just addicted to something else. I’ve failed to keep my promise.” He let his arms swing down to his sides, hanging limply at the edges of the chair. Another tear fell to his cheeks and Gemma wiped it away gently.
“How many people with addictions do you think survived when the infection spread?” Gemma smiled at him.
“I don’t know.”
“Oh, come on. Take a wild guess.”
“Half of them.”
“I’m willing to bet less. So out of all those hundreds of thousands of addicts in the world, less than half of them made it. You should be happy Nicole is even alive. If she wants to smoke, let her do it. At least she’s alive and well.”
“Yeah. Maybe.” Evan tried to push her away so he could stand, but she clung to his neck like a child. He just lowered his arms, letting her lean in and kiss his lips with such a softness he almost gave in to her touch. She tugged at his lower lip with her teeth lightly, urging him to give in and bring her closer to him. She gripped his hair tightly, using him as leverage to scoot herself closer, her legs gripping his with an impressive strength.
“Am I interrupting something?” Gemma let Evan go, leaning back and grinning at Joey who had entered the kitchen. Evan’s face turned bright red as he tried to stand and push Gemma off, but she held him down.
“Oh, nothing. Evan and I were just talking.”
“Uh huh.”
Evan turned even redder as Joey’s grin grew wider. He pushed hard and she toppled backwards, grabbing at the table. It scarped across the dust covered floor, making Gemma lose her balance and she plunged to the floor. Dust spread from under head, floating into the air as she hit the ground with a loud thud. She glared up at Evan who covered his mouth to hide his smile. Joey, on the other hand, let out a gut-busting laugh that echoed through the grime filled kitchen. Nicole and Eddie came running to the room to catch a glimpse of what deserved such strong laughter. Nicole crossed her arms, grinning.
“Now that is fucking hilarious.”
Both girls covered their mouths as they started laughing, trying to calm their giggles as Evan and Joey joined them. Gemma glared up at her companions, a slow grin crossing her stern features.
“Maybe it’s a little funny.”
“You should have seen your face!” Joey cackled, bending over and clutching his stomach. “Oh god, my stomach! It hurts!” He squealed in laughter which only made the other 3 laugh harder.
“Alright. It wasn’t that funny.” Gemma sighed heavily, trying to keep her cool and brush off the embarrassing fall.
“Oh my god.” Evan whispered. They all looked over to him. He was kneeling down where Gemma had fallen, admiring the floor. Gemma was mortified when she realized there, perfectly imprinted on the dusty tiles, was an imprint of her ass. Perfectly outlined in dust.
“OHMYGOD MAKE IT STOP!” Joey howled, as he ran from the room. “I can’t handle this! That’s just too perfect!”
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Later that night Joey was laying in the one queen bed the house offered that wasn’t falling apart. The group took turns on the bed every night, drawing sticks (or in this case, blades of grass). Short stick got the bed and was aloud to chose one other person to join. Joey chose his usual pick, Gemma. The two were close, and had been since they met up what now seemed like years before when it had really only been a few months. Time seemed to drag, making weeks seem like months, and months feel like years. Joey secretly hoped something would happen and the world would begin to reform itself and build up to something better. But that was unlikely, and quite possibly the most impossible and out of reach dream a person could possess. And it was unfortunately Joey’s greatest wish.
“You could have gone a little easier on me today, you know.” Gemma sighed from the corner of the room. Joey had lit a candle that was now sitting by the side of the bed, but the small candle provided little light, and he could only make out her faint outline as she neatly folded her clothes and set them on the shelf.
“What fun would that have been?” He grinned at the memory of her embarrassing fall. “What were you two doing?”
“Talking.” Joey could hear the smile in her voice as she responded, a pang of jealousy building in his stomach.
“Sure didn’t look like talk to me.” His jaw nearly dropped as she stepped into the light, her tattooed naked body standing before him. She tilted her head to one side as she cocked her hip, the two gestures in sync. The candlelight danced off her curves that the tattoos accentuated so well. Her body was nearly covered, the only skin remaining were parts of her stomach, legs, and genitals. He lingered over every inch of her body, taking it in. She was beautiful. Almost more beautiful than his wife had been. But she was a distant memory now. Faded with everything else he had once loved. That was long gone, and now he had Gemma. A beautiful, sassy woman who was better company than his wife could have ever imagined of being.
“Is that jealousy I hear?” Her grin looked almost devilish in the dim light.
“It might be.” Joey approached her, slowly pulling her closer as he ran his hands up her back, feeling every small curvature her body had to offer. She snaked her slender arms around his neck. Closing his eyes, Joey took all of her in, hands exploring her naked body as her hands began to expose his.
“We’re running out of food.” She whispered, lingering at the button of his jeans.
“I know.” He whispered back. “We have too many mouths to feed.”
Gemma let out a small laugh as she pulled his pants down slowly, allowing him to kick them off before turning her attention to his neck and shoulders, kissing down them softly. “That was your doing.” She laughed between kisses.
“That it was.” He sucked in air as she began nibbling on his neck gently.
“Mhm.” Her voice was muffled against his neck, her hands trailing down his body. “I don’t think Evan is going to listen.”
Joey nodded, unable to think of any words as she bit down hard onto his skin. The two had devised a plan. Nicole was slowing the group down. They had to move for the sake of their lives. The food was running out, and more and more of the infected were traveling to the area. They new a group of survivors were housed in the town. It was only a matter of time before they began sniffing them out. A hungry beast becomes a desperate beast, and fresh meat would be easy to sniff out. But if Evan could see this, they could somehow convince him to convince Nicole to leave.
“I say we kill her.” Gemma smirked as she pulled away, looking up into Joey’s eyes. Joy danced behind her eyes and Joey wondered if it was him, or the thought of killing one of the group that had her so overjoyed.
“Not yet Gem.” He backed towards the bed, sitting and pulling her into his lap. She grinded against him slowly and he had to force himself to suppress a moan. “We have to wait until the time is right. Get on his side. Make him want you so badly he will have no choice but to comply.”
“And are you going to be okay with that?” She grinned, her hands trailing along his thighs, teasing him with every move she made.
“If you keep this up, I’ll be just fine.” He whispered breathlessly as she pushed him back against the bed, straddling his body.
“Don’t worry baby. I’ll take good care of you.”