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Part 1

Henry C. Roberts

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Chapter 1

Captain Lloyd Stronghold of the United States Army Recovery Corps (ARC) sat on the bed of a Ford F-250. With a rare Coke in one hand and his copy of Suicide Squad #6 in the other hand, life couldn’t get any better. Well, for someone stranded in a Hot Zone with no Z3 pills, life couldn’t get any better. Stronghold finished the sole can of Coke he had found under a destroyed vending machine in the ruined BP gas station. He would have rather have found gasoline, but the Coke came a close second.

Once he chased down his army issue Energy Bar with the soda, he planned to start searching for gas. His hope of returning to Camp ATL before sunset was vanishing by the second. When his pickup had run out of gas, the ETA for making Camp ATL had grown exponentially. Stronghold jumped off the truck.

Earlier, while driving to ATL, as he had approached I-95 in southern Georgia with the Ford running on fumes Stronghold had noticed a plantation on Route 4525. At the time, his destination had been the BP station, and since the station was an Army refill station, he had felt it was his best hope for gasoline. Now, those hopes had evaporated.

The plantation was three miles west of his current position. With hopes of finding gas in the farm equipment or storage areas, Stronghold set out for the farm. Comic stored in his backpack and the pack on his back, he lifted his Stryker crossbow and wrapped the strap around his neck. With the crossbow and pack in place, the last items to check were the Springfield Armory 1911s holstered on each hip.

Stronghold reviewed his final checklist in his mind before departing. In his head, he gave the ‘all clear’. With no movement in sight all day, he felt comfortable enough to start his search for gas on foot. One step at a time, Stronghold started down the road towards the plantation. The road was in fair shape, a hundred years of the apocalypse not long enough to completely erode the road.

The heavy pack made the journey slow-going, but after a couple of hours, Stronghold saw the plantation come into view. He stepped off the road and started down the dirt driveway. As he approached, he saw the farmhouse directly in front of him. Approaching from the rear left-side of the house, his eyes caught movement. Before deciding on the crossbow or the guns, he studied the scene. He approached closer, noticing bed sheets on a clothesline. A soft, sweet humming was coming from the direction of the sheets. In his mind, he pictured a gentle housewife hanging out the laundry for the day. The thought turned out to be far from the truth.

From the forest behind the barn, an animal suddenly stumbled into view. The creature swayed back and forth as it walked in the open field by the barn, heading towards the humming from behind the sheets. The white foam around its muzzle was a bad sign.

It was a deer, and the deer was rabid. Starvation and lack of a pure water source had led to a widespread infection of animals bitten and infected by the disease. Even though the deer stumbled and moved with difficulty, the animal crossed the field and heading towards the voice by the clothes line.

Stronghold drew his crossbow. His hands moved with trained perfection as he pulled the bow into position. Smoothly, he drew an arrow from the quiver attached to the crossbow and loaded it into the groove of the barrel. The act of arming the weapon took less than a second. Within two seconds from deciding to drop the deer, Stronghold had it in his sights. He pulled the trigger back a few millimeters, holding his breath. The arrow flew straight and true nailing the deer directly in the temple on the left side of its head. The animal fell with a thump, and it was no longer a living being.

“Attention!! This is Captain Lloyd Stronghold of the Army Recovery Core. I have just shot an infected deer, and I’m approaching. Please keep calm and any weapons lowered.”

Stronghold moved closer to the laundry area. He saw a hand move the sheet to the side and the person responsible for the soft humming came into view. “Fuck,” he exclaimed.

“Well, fuck you too, mister,” were the first words the owner of the soft sweet voice said, a gentle southern drawl to her voice.

“What the heck! You look like an overdeveloped sex goddess from a comic book.”

“Rude! Well, thank you, I guess. But you can leave, now!”

“I… I just shot a deer. It’s infected with rabies… I mean it was infected. You’re lucky I was around, ma’am. Also, I am with the Army, so you can relax!”

“Oh, my… little ole me is so thankful, mister army dude. I just don’t know what I would have done. Wait, I do,” said the woman. Then, with the quickness of an assassin, the goddess reached around her back. She pulled a Kimber Super Carry .45ACP from her waistband, holding it firmly in her right hand. In her petite hands, the gun looked massive, with its chrome two-tone barrel.

“Oh look what little ole me found. I guess I can protect myself,” she said as she pointed the gun at him with the spike collar around her wrists glistening behind the weapon.

“Okay! Okay! Relax, ma’am. I’ll leave. Although I would suggest you or someone in your community clean up the deer’s remains. The infected blood can infect other animals that consume it.”

“Ain’t got any community, mister,” she replied with her southern drawl. “Plus, I sure ain’t gonna touch that thing. You did it, you clean it up!”

“Sure, fine. Lower your gun, and I will,” Stronghold grumbled as his eyes kept roaming over her body. “Damn!”

“What? What’s a matter?” the southern bell asked with concern in her tone and with the humungous gun still trained on him.

“Nothing, sorry, it’s just… Dang, you’re hot! I mean, a lot of girls are developed these days, but not like you! Plus, do you have to dress this way? Girls tend to cover themselves,” he commented as his eyes took in her black boots and pink shorts that barely covered her full, round ass. The petite shirt rode up, lifting like a snug bra and relieving the bottom half of her voluptuous breasts, and he swore a hint of her nipple. Written on the shirt was the words ‘lil monster’.

“Sorry, Army Man. My nun’s outfit is inside, but I thought, ‘for your enjoyment’, I would put this on. Do you like it?” she replied with the middle finger of her gun hand pointing straight up in an unmistakable gesture.

“Yes,” was the only reply he could think of, his eyes seemingly unable to leave her revealing outfit barely covering her full-figure.

“Fuck you, dumbass. It’s all I have. Clothes ain’t easy to find these days.”

“You’re right. Are you going to keep that gun on me the entire time I take care of this deer?”


“OK,” Stronghold replied with a deep sigh. “I’m going to slowly set my pack down. I have a bottle of lighter fluid and some gloves. I will remove them slowly.”

Stronghold put on one glove and picked up the bottle. The cannon size handgun didn’t waver the entire time. He removed the crossbow bolt carefully, cleaned and disinfected it, then grabbed one leg of the deer and dragged it away. Once the deer was a good hundred and fifty feet from the building, he dripped lighter fluid on it. Then, using a lighter from his pocket, he set it on fire and tossed the glove into the rising flames. “So, what’s your name?” he asked, looking back.


“No way! Like the comic book girl?”

“Bingo, you sure are bright.”

“I have a comic, Suicide Squad. I just read it. It has a character called Harley Quinn in it. You look like her, but you don’t look like her. I mean, I get the hair is up in side ponytails, but your hair’s not red and black. Yours is all white?”

“Wow, smart, perceptive and precise. I see why you made Captain. It’s not just because you didn’t die. If you must know, my parents watched some movie, Suicide… something, so they named me Harleen Brooks, aka Harley.”

As he watched the fire, he started to kick dirt on it to keep the flames low and under control. “But, why the white hair?”

“It’s not on purpose, asshole. I grew up liking my nickname, and I played the role. I dyed my hair, often, and used dramatic eye make-up,” said Harley. One hand left the gun; the hand turned sideways to point at her eyes. She pouted her red lips as she widens her eyes to display the overdone make-up. “One day the acid in the dye and unfiltered water turned it all white. Happy, now?”

“Yes, thanks. Like I said before, I’m Captain Lloyd Stronghold with the Army Recovery Corps. It’s nice to meet you, Harley,” he said as he kicked the fire out.

“Only my friends call me Harley.”

“OK, ma’am,” Stronghold said, emphasizing the ‘ma’am’. “Do you have any water? We need to dilute the blood pool. Then I’ll be done.”

Harley turned the barrel of the gun slightly pointing it towards the back of the barn. “There’s a well with a hand pump around back.”

After returning with a bucket full of water in front of him, and Harley trailing behind, Stronghold added a small amount of the lighter fluid to the water. Using a stick to blend the mixture, he poured it all over the blood covering, cleaning, and diluting it.

“That’s it? All done?” asked Harley.

“Yes, the coming storm will help clean the site completely, but this cleaning should work either way,” Stronghold answered. Then, on cue, lightning flashed across the sky followed quickly by a roar of thunder. Dark clouds started to fill the sky and block out any sunlight. “Damn, that storm came quick.”

“Then, you should get going.”

“Ma’am, I know this isn’t what you want to hear, but I need to stay here tonight. The barn should be fine. It looks to have good cover.”

“Fuck you, that’s where I sleep.”

“Why not the house?”

“It ain’t my house, so I ain’t breaking in.”

With concern in his tone, Stronghold said, “The storm looks bad. I haven’t seen another house for miles. I have to insist, ma’am.”

Before he could finish the word, ‘insist’, Harley had raised her large gun and aimed it directly at his forehead. She had a defiant smile on her face as if asking him to give her a reason to pull the trigger. With the barrel level and steady, she said, “Insist? You ain’t insisting shit!”

“You’re right. I apologize. I’m asking. How about if I cuffed my hand to something? Then you will feel safer. Deal? Or I will stay in the house. The Army often commandeers homes.”

“It ain’t my house, but if you come in the barn tonight, you will find out if I can handle this gun.”

Stronghold walked to the front of the farm house. He raised his foot to kick in the door and paused. Then lowering his foot, he tried the doorknob. It turned and the door opened. Walking into the house, his first impression was the stink of mold. The walls were covered in yellow wallpaper, and pieces of old furniture were scattered around, all covered with a layer of dust, informing him that the farm house had been abandoned a long time ago.

Lying on the couch with his eyes closed, he disassembled his Springfield with his second handgun resting on the coffee table in front of him. He finished field stripping and cleaning both firearms. As he slid the clip full of hollow points into the sidearm, Stronghold recalled his history class at the academy.

About two hundred years before, the world experienced a devastating apocalypse. The world’s population was out of control.

From the limited written history recovered, historians estimated that around the 2000’s it was discovered that Asia had been exposed with a Chinese governmental drug called Inflixzone (你没他妈的).The drug was developed to decrease the population by reducing libido and the desire to have sex. By the year 2180, the Z-levels were a twenty times greater than ever expected.

At first, scientists reported in China that the drug was working. It was released into the water supply and the levels of the drug were monitored. The level of Inflixzone noted in the environment was called Z-levels. By the year 2030, the population rate of China was reduced by fifty percent. Another thirty years, and it was noted that population rates were decreasing all throughout Asia and Japan.

However, the Z-levels were increasing uncontrollably. High Z-levels were being found in Spain, Russia, and Canada. After a hundred years of the drug seeming to be the cure to overpopulation, the drug mutated and flipped the effects on their head. Almost overnight, Inflixzone was increasing the sex drive.

The exponential increase of Inflixzone in the world started to affect the human brain. Almost overnight, focused areas of the world felt the effect. The extremely high Z-levels fed the human brain, specifically the hypothalamus. The part of the brain that handles the sex drive was literally increased in mass by the chemical. When the brain lost control of the hypothalamus, people thought about and desired only sex.

It took about fifty years for society to collapse, but it did. Groups of people would be seen engaging in sex. Usually led by 2-3 dominate females with 6-10 males, clusters of sexual activity would take place continually. Sexual activity only stopped for rest and the scavenging of food. These groups constantly engaged in sex. Any sparks of reason, thought, work ethics and family left the brain, and the hyper-infected person was now controlled purely by the drive for sex. Inevitably those who were claimed by this overwhelming illness were nicknamed: Sex Zombies, later reduced to Sexbies.

By the time two-thirds of the world had died off or turned into sexbies, the remaining scientists had finally discovered a way to control the reaction. The control came from Zone pills referred to as Z3. These pills, if taken daily, would level out the ever-climbing Z-levels in the brain. However, the longer someone went without Z3, the higher the chance of going over the limit and reaching conversion. However, Z3 was not a cure-all, and if the Z-level was elevated close to the limit, even a glance at a sexbie orgy could lower the limit and instantly push that person over into conversion.

By the year 2295, there were safe camps dotted around the United States, Canada, and Mexico. Anyone who did not live in a safe camp ran the risk of encountering rogue gangs and sexbies. The gangs did whatever it took to steal food, drugs, weapons, and women. The sexbies just ate and had sex with anyone and everyone.

With his eyes closed, sleep took Stronghold almost instantly, managing to sleep for about six hours before the aches from the hard couch woke him. He had chosen the couch for exactly that reason. He knew it would not allow him to completely rest, and it would leave him semi-alert if trouble arose in the night.


In the barn, Harley awoke in the old office in the back of the barn - her chosen resting area. With empty cans stacked in front of the door as an early-warning system, Harley was able to sleep, a little - fully clothed in her sleeping bag and her hand on her Kimber.

After waking, she rolled up her sleeping bag and reassembled her pack. With supplies low, it didn’t take long for her to pack all her earthly goods. The pack was small, light, and fit her easily. With the pack on her back, she held the handgun in her right hand as she kicked the cans to the side and opened the office door.

Stepping into the barn proper, Harley scanned left and right making sure the area was secure before she slowly made her way to the exit. Experience had taught her caution, and her current caution was due to running into a gang away from a safe zone - the same gang which had destroyed the safe zone she had called home.

The week before, she had come across the Eagles the name coming from all the members wearing jackets with eagles of some sort printed, stamped, drawn or picked-out on them. Harley had been traveling for a week by herself when, at an abandoned building with a faded Greyhound painted on it, she was captured by two Eagles members - shot with a tranquilizer dart. She didn’t even see it coming.

Unknown to Harley, she awoke in the Czar’s compound lying on a bed in the outfit she was still wearing. She was to be given to the Eagle’s Czar, but when a lower level member came into the room to check on her, he had not expected the fight he encountered. After smashing a vase next to the bed on the man’s head, she grabbed her pack outside the room, which lucky for her had her gun inside, and ran out the building.

She did encounter two other members and had to use most of her ammo to escape. Now, she had no food and only six bullets left. With the sex goddess outfit as her only means of clothing, she was not sure her next step. If this “Captain” is still around and had plans to head to a camp, she might have no other option but to join him.

Harley stepped out of the barn and into the smell of eggs and bacon. She thought, ‘impossible’. She looked to the fire pit in front of the barn and saw Stronghold with a pan over a fire. As she noticed his buzz cut blond hair accents his strong chiseled jaw, she walked closer but with caution. The gun was still in her right-hand.

“Please, sit and join me before I get going,” Stronghold said as he moves the pan back and forth over the fire. “Are you hungry?”

“Yes, but is that eggs?” Harley asked as her eyes noticed his bulging muscular forearm. Stronghold had his shirt sleeves rolled up to avoid the fire. She imagined the bulging bicep connected to his forearm.

“Yep, it comes from a dry egg pack. Just add water and poof. The meat is a squirrel. Shot it this morning.”

Stronghold ate from the small frying pan with a metal fork. He held the pan with the fork in it to Harley. He turns the pan so she can grab the handle. The smell of cooked meat and eggs is too much to resist. Harley takes the pan.

“Feel free to eat what you want,” Stronghold told her.

“Thanks,” was all she said before digging into the pan. The heat didn’t slow her down or the thought to share.

“Haven’t eaten in a while?” Stronghold stated with his eyes wide. Since seeing Harley this morning, he had been unable to not stare at her curvaceous body. However, as she devoured the meal, he was able to pull his look away from her massacre of the pan’s content.

Harley ate without talking. She enjoyed the first hot meal in over two weeks. As she watched the army man, she thought about how her last camp fell apart. Her camp was under the control of the Eagles, the same gang that captured her.

One day, her camp no longer had supplies to give the gang. The men in the gang started wanting women. The camp tried to fight back, but it was destroyed before the day ended. Harley had no family, so she gathered her belongings and escaped undetected. Finishing the meal, she finally spoke, “Thank you. I have eaten. Just nothing cooked.”

“You consider joining Camp ATL. We have a dining hall which cooks meals daily.”

“I don’t know. Is it safe?”

“The safest place in the south. There are two units stationed at the camp, an Army insurgent group and my unit. We have guards posted and daily monitoring of the fenced perimeter. I haven’t seen a safer camp.”

“Why do you want to help, me? What do you want?”

“Nothing, swear,” Stronghold said with his hands raised in the air like he surrendered. “My unit’s job is to find and rescue people.”

“OK, to get to Camp ATL, I have to travel with you?”

“No, you can travel by yourself. It’s thirty miles north on I-95. But, it’s safer in a group.”

“Fine, I’ll join you, but one wrong move, I’ll fucking shoot you, Deal?” she bargained turning slightly to reveal the Kimber Super Carry .45ACP stashed in her pink shorts while she ate.

“Deal. After we eat, I’ll pack up. Have you ever been to the strip mall three miles southwest of here?”

“No, why?”

“We need gas. I hoped to find it here, but I found nothing. When I passed, I noticed that strip mall has a gas station. I have a truck back at I-95, but it ran out of gas. Seen a working car around here?” asked Stronghold as he told Harley the plan.

“Nope, I ain’t seen a working car in a while. Shit, years.”

After packing up and distinguishing the fire, the couple started walking southwest down Rural Route 4525. It only took twenty minutes before the silence is finally broken. The couple started talking and communicating with each other. Stronghold told Harley about his military career. How he first started in the Army Reserves before transferring to the ARC division. He explained to Harley how he was the youngest recruit to raise to the rank of Captain. Harley answers with a roll of her eyes.

“Why are you on your own?” Stronghold asked Harley.

“Because I like the quite, Dumbass, why do you think?”

“Your old camp broke up?”

“Bingo, smart and has a gun,” Harley replied with a crooked smile on her face.

Stronghold notices the expression and thought, ‘She is warming to me’. He continues, “A gang attacked your camp?”


Stronghold knew the one answer reply meant to drop the subject. However, after staring at her voluptuous chest all morning, he had to ask, “Why the outfit?”

With her middle finger raised to him, she replied, “For you, Fuck face.”

Stronghold believed her first story about no clothes is half true, but he dropped the subject. After two miles into the three-mile hike, he announced, “I have to piss.”

“You want an award.”

“No thank you, but I will head to the South side on the road, if you need to pee, you can take the bushes on the North side.”

“How chivalrous, you are.”

Heading down the slight incline, Stronghold said over his shoulder, “I try to be,” ignoring her rude comment. He realized her defenses are still up. She had no desire to let anyone an inch close to her.

He found a tree and relieved himself. Before his stream had finished, he sensed being watched. Starting to know Harley, he thought, ‘No way, she’s watching’. As he walked slowly back to the road, Captain Stronghold, silently and with minimal movement, withdrew his two handguns. Holding one in each hand, Stronghold noticed Harley was not on the road. He called out to her, “Harley!”

As he saw Harley come in view from behind the bush, he noticed out of the corner of his eyes, movement. He raised both pistols to aim at each shadow in his peripheral. Harley came fully into view. Stronghold clearly made out the tall man with a beer belly and a long brown beard. He’s holding Harley’s gun to her head from behind her. The Bearded man said, “Easy cowboy! Any sudden moves and the bitch gets shot in the head.”

“Who the Fuck? You calling, a bitch, asshole?”

“It’s OK. Everyone take it easy,” Stronghold said calm while breathing slowly. His eyes are trained on Bearded man.

“Be a fine piece of pussy to waste. Drop your gun, cowboy.”

“Piece of what?” Harley hissed with a pissed tone in her voice.

The entire scene slowed for Stronghold. As he heard Harley’s last comment, he predicted her actions by her muscles tensing. In one movement, she stomped her left boot on Bearded man’s foot as her right-hand griped his wrist holding her gun. She raised the gun in the air as she twisted on his foot counter clockwise. Her left-hand lowered to her boot causing her to lean down slightly. The boot had a silver handle protruding from it. Stronghold never noticed she had a blade stashed. When her boot stomped, the grip must have popped out from the boot. The grip was an inch thick by five inches long, and by the shining glint of the metal, Stronghold noticed it was razor sharp as the blade came into view.

When Stronghold saw Harley grasp the blade, he pulled the triggers of his handguns, twice. The high caliber hallow-point bullets exploded the heads of each shadow in Stronghold’s peripheral vision. As the two shadow bodies fell to the ground, Harley was twisting which brought her facing Breaded man. With her left arm curled in a ‘C’, her arm followed the twisting motion.

Harley’s left-hand raised to Bearded man’s neck. With the motion moving her hand, the razor sharp blade sliced Bearded man’s neck. His hot thick dark blood shot from his artery. The sudden shock of having his throat cut caused the man to release the handgun into Harley’s grip. As Bearded man fell to the ground dying, an Eagle came in view on the back of his jacket.

Harley’s pirouette continued after slicing the man’s neck. Her movement kept blood from squirting on her. Stronghold stepped to Bearded man. With a close range shot to the back of his head, Stronghold ensured Bearded man’s death. He turned to Harley.

“Are you safe?” Stronghold asked as he lowered his arm and stepped closer to her.

“Yeah, you?”

“Perfect, we should get going before someone comes around looking for these guys.”

“Yep, going is a good idea,” Harley agreed as she bent to wipe the blood off the knife on Bearded man’s jacket then snapped it back into her boot. Her blank stare informed Stronghold she was shaken.

“Wow, you’re awesome,” Stronghold complimented her holstering his firearms. He drugged Breaded man a couple of feet off the road by a bush. With more effort, he pulled the two bodies belonging to the shadows under bushes on their side of the road. He used broken tree limbs to cover the bodies.

Stronghold returned to her and took Harley’s hand. Since Harley was in a daze, he led her down the road. The couple walked the road back the way they came. “I was awesome, too. Dropped two bad guys at the same time.”

“Whatever, you just pulled a trigger. I was like a fucking ninja.”

Harley’s attitude returned. The banter enlightened Stronghold. He thought, ‘She’ll be fine’. He tried to step on most of his old footsteps to confuse anyone who tried to track them. As he held her hand, he noticed the contact and is surprised to feel she had interlaced her fingers with his fingers. The soft female contact stirred his crotch.

“Yep, a hot ninja but give me credit. Two headshots at the same time,” Stronghold said looking over to Harley.

She turned to him and their eyes locked for a moment. She dropped her grasps on his hand when she noticed the moment they share. Her pale skin accented her flushed cheeks. The compliment was having a positive effect. “Yeah, you’re awesome, too. Why are we heading backwards?” Harley asked.

“To cover our tracks. Now, stop and stand still,” Stronghold said after a quarter mile back.

Harley complied. She froze almost perfectly still. She asked, “Now, what?”

“We jump for the woods. Try not to break any branches.”

After giving Harley the instruction, Stronghold took a leap off the road and into a clear spot in the woods. He turned back to Harley. Holding a hand out to help pull her into the woods, he watched her make the leap. With the grace of a swan, Harley’s leap was further than her travel partner’s leap. She gracefully walked into the woods.

“Wow, dang ninja,” Stronghold said.

“Yep, just claimed the awesome title back.”

Picking up a fallen tree branch, the army Captain used his survival training. He used the branch to move leaves and other forest debris to cover their tracks. He said, “Walk slowly. zig zag when you can, and try to not break branches or high weeds. I will walk directly behind you covering your tracks.”

“Army teach you this?”

“Yes, and the boy scouts,” Stronghold replied. After the couple walked a couple thousand feet into the woods, he said, “OK, Good. Stop. Now, I would love to walk behind you staring at your rear, but I think I should lead using the compass.”

With a soft giggle, Harley replied, “You’re a fucking pervert.”

“Just trying to make you laugh, ma’am. It worked,” he replied with a smile on his face. “Now, we do have to walk holding hands, so we follow the same path. Unless, you want me to carry you.”

With the second roll of her eyes and a smile, Harley held her hand out to him. She said with her sexy southern accent, “You wish, I would let you carry me. Then your hands will be close to my juicy ass, pervert.”

“I can’t argue with you, ma’am,”

“Harley,” replied Harley.


“Call me, Harley. I did just save your life,” Harley said with a crooked smile.

“OK, Harley. Call me, Lloyd.”

“OK, Captain,” Harley answered noticing Stronghold’s slanted glare. She just gave her heartbreaking smile in return. When added with a tilt of the head, it destroyed.

Stronghold took a hold of her right hand with his left hand. He uses the compass in his watch on his right hand to guide them through the forest. They walked a moon shape through the woods back to Rural Route 4525. When they stepped back on the road, the couple was about half a mile ahead of the kill site with the three Eagle members. Stronghold glanced east down the road towards the kill site.

“So, why don’t you curse?” asked Harley.

“I believe it comes with leading others and using an advanced vocabulary.”

“Fuck you, Boy Scout. If you’re implying I don’t have a vocab…”

Stronghold cuts her off, “I didn’t mean that. My mother always taught me to speak proper, and when I lost her 10 years ago, that was one session I remembered the most.”

“Oh, Sorry. Fucking Boy Scout,” Harley said with a soft laugh. Stronghold smiled back in response.

Stronghold kept looking towards the kill site. Not seeing any movement behind them, the travel companions started back on their journey. With absolutely zero complaints, Stronghold noted Harley was still holding his hand. Again, her soft smooth skin caused a reaction in his crotch. Looking over at her vast chest bouncing to the pace of her walk did not help cool his passion.

Chapter 2

As Stronghold and Harley approached the coming town where the strip mall resided, nightfall had completely come. The detour through the forest had set the travelers back a few hours. Now, it was pitch black outside. With too many shadows covering the land, the couple looked for shelter. An abandoned store on the outskirts of the small town looked to be in best option.

Stronghold griped both of his firearms as he stepped through the broken glass door. Harley with her weapon in hand followed directly behind him. Slowly scanning the dust cover store the pair looked left and right with flashlights. The thick smell of mold and weather aged wood filled the store, but the store didn’t have the smell of rot. This is a good sign.

When a store had a freezer full of non-looted food, the smell could be unbearable. Also, if a building had a decaying body, the smell gave that away. This store had no foul odor. The abandon dusty look and moldy smell relaxed Stronghold a bit. The travelers made their way to the back of the store.

They opened a few doors scanning the store. One of the doors opened into an almost bare office. With only a couple of high small windows and a solid door, the old office looked to be a safe place to sleep. Stronghold stepped into the office; he scanned the room with a flashlight and noted it was empty.

He turned back to Harley. Stronghold glanced over her full-figure before he said, “I think we should sleep in here tonight. It looks safe.”

“Together?” Harley asked as her eyes catch his eyes on her chest. “Are you gonna be good?”

Stronghold moved his glance to meet Harley’s harsh stare, he stepped closer to her. He blushed, noticing he was caught staring, and replied, “Yes, ma’am. I promise. I just want to get us both to camp, safe.”

Harley closed the distance between them. Her eyes locked on his eyes. Due to Stronghold being half a foot taller than her, she had to tip-toe to kiss him on the chin. It was a quick sweet soft closed lips kiss. After the kiss, Harley said with a crooked smile on her red lips, “OK. I trust you, pervert.”

“What was that for?” Stronghold asked stunned.

“Earlier. You were awesome. Thanks!”

“You’re welcome. You were too, ninja,” Stronghold said with a grin as he holstered his guns and lowered his pack to the ground. “I’m going to check the rest of the store. Lock the door behind me and point your gun at it. If I don’t return, shoot before you open the door.”

“I’ll come with you.”

“No, I will be quicker on my own. I won’t be more than a few minutes. You have my pack there’s my bow and a handgun inside. You’ll be fine, ninja,” Stronghold said as he withdrew his pistols. Holding both firearms, he moved out of the office. He turned back to watch Harley shut the door. As their eyes met, he said, “I’ll be back.”

Ten minutes later, Harley heard a knocking on the door. She said nothing. Her heart was racing. Captain Stronghold said, ‘few minutes’. It has now been over ten minutes. Before she decided to start firing her cannon through the door, she heard Stronghold’s voice.

“Ninja, it’s me. It’s all safe. You can open the door.”

Harley slowly opened the door. She glanced behind Stronghold and saw zero threats. She reached her left hand out and grabbed his shirt. She pulled him to her and back on her tip-toes, she kisses him. This time, the kiss is deeper and passionate. Her lips parts and interlocks between his lips. After less than ten seconds, she pulls back and lowers completely on her feet.

“Wow. What’s that for?”

“For returning and honestly protecting me,” Harley answered. The hand which grabbed his shirt released him and pulled back. With Stronghold in a daze, her fist connected with his unprepared gut. The blow caused his breath to gust out of him. “And, that’s for making me worry.”

Harley stepped away from the door so Stronghold could stumble into the office. He seemed to take a full minute to catch his breath. While he continued to gasp, she walked to the metal desk in the office and sat on top of it. She smiled watching him recover.

Stronghold straightened to stand just seconds after the unexpected punch. He shut the office door as he continued to take slow breaths. As he caught his breath, he locked the door’s deadbolt. Looking around the office for more to block the door, he saw Harley sitting on a metal desk. She was watching him recover with a slight smile on her face. He thought, ‘Did the near death experience, his presence, or lack of Z3 pills excite her’. Looking over her voluptuous body with her thick thighs crossed as she sat on top of the desk, he couldn’t stop himself from walking to her.

“We need this desk to block the door,” Stronghold said standing in front of her.

“Well, I am not moving. You’ll have to move me.”

As Stronghold stepped closer to Harley, their eyes locked as he pulled her legs apart to step closer. She didn’t fight. By the intense look he saw in her eyes, he followed his instant. He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. Stronghold felt her accept his kiss as she allowed him to stand between her legs. His hands moved to grip her sides. Harley lifted her arms to wrap around Stronghold’s neck.

Harley’s hands ran through his dark sandy blond hair. His hair is long for a military man. She thought, ‘He must be a few weeks past due for a buzz cut’. Her fingers separated and traced a path through his hair before she closed her hand and gentle but firmly gripped his hair. She felt her shirt rise as her arms locked around his neck. It was a miracle the half shirt didn’t release her firm immense chest. The tight shirt raised and lifted her breast making them appear mountainous inside the stretched fabric. Her lips separated with his lips as their make-out intensifies.

Stronghold’s hand traced around her back then lowered to her plump rear. His lips locked with hers in a passionate battle. He tasted her cherry lip gloss and his nose took in the sweet scent of her. His large hands slid under her round ass, and he lifted her up off the desk. Her response to being lifted off the desk was wrapping her thick thighs around his waist.

His mind relayed the positive response to his crotch. Feeling her full ass in his hands, the passion from her kiss, and the fact her crotch was rubbing over his crotch caused a major effect. His lions start to turn and his excitement grew.

“Ouch, move your gun,” Harley said pulling back from his kiss.

“That’s not my sidearm.”

“Captain!! Set me the fuck down.”

Stronghold complied and set her down. He glanced down at the vast tent in his pants. He was afraid this could happen. The passionate embrace just intensified his concern.

“Harley, being with you, I was already feeling the sexual response, and I guess your kiss...Well”

With a roll of her eyes, Harley said, “I liked it, too. However, I wasn’t thinking of fucking your brains out.”

“It’s different for guys. For some women, the lack of Z3 pills has zero effect on them.”

“Well, you need to put that away.”

“I am trying to relax,” Stronghold said lifting the short metal desk into place blocking the door.

Stronghold took some cardboard boxes out of the corner of the office and flattens them out to lie on the floor. He started to unpack his water canteen and some energy bars when his raging hard-on was too much for him.

“Fudge, Harley. This is starting to hurt and swell.”

While he was unpacking, she sat back on top of the metal desk and was combing her hair which is in ponytails. “What?” Harley replied looking over at him.

“My tent. It’s not going down. It’s swelling.”

“So, go in a corner and handle your “tent”. Problem solved.”

“It won’t work. I need your help.”

“You think, I’m gonna jerk you off?? Seriously!!?!!”

“It’s not sexual. It’s like medical help. A penis in this state won’t be completely satisfied by self-manipulation. It’s been studied.”

With her middle finger in the air, she replied, “Study this.”

“Thanks, you know my risk of conversion grows every minute. I’m fucked.”

Hearing him curse for the first time since they met a day ago, Harley started to believe him. Plus, she had read something about the lack of results from self-masturbation. She couldn’t remember what it said exactly. She lets out a loud sigh and rolled her eyes at him, again. She said, “Fine. I’ll help you. But, I’m just using my hand. You ain’t fucking me.”

Turning to her from the opposite side of the office, his intense look of doom dropped from his face instantly as he registered her statement. “Are you serious? You will?” he asked with hope in his voice.

“Yes, pervert. I will give you a handjob, but you owe me.”

“My life,” he replied cutting her off. Stronghold moved across the office to stand once again in front of Harley as she kneeled on the cardboard. With the wood panel walls behind her, he asked, “Do you want me to remove my pants?”

“Yep, Captain. Just drop your pants and cough,” she replied with a head tilt and a smile. The look on her face implied complying, but he sensed she wants it over.

Stronghold loosened his belt and buttons for his pants. His thumbs caught his boxers as he lowered the clothes below his waistline to the floor. Prior to setting up the office for the night, he had removed his sidearm and other weapons. As he straightened back up, his raging manhood came in view. His intense hard-on felt like it’s at its peak size.

Harley watched Stronghold lower and remove his pants. When his cock came into view, her mouth dropped open to gape at its size. She had heard of some men being overly endowed in the manhood department like some women are in the chest department, like her. But, Fuck. His dick was a monster. Without thinking, her legs separated as she leaned closer to him.

“Is your mother a fucking horse?”

“Funny, it’s the lack of Z3 pills.”

Harley reached out one hand then the other. Each hand alone was unable to encircle his hot member, but her hands together make it around the tool. She lowered her left hand over her right hand to fully grip his manhood. She slowly started to stroke him.

Stronghold lowered his hand to her face. He tilted her head up to him. With a hand on her chin, he bent to press his lips to hers. He started kissing her as he felt her hand’s pace increase. Her hand was tight, and her silk touch drove him close to finishing in seconds. The hand on her chin brushed down her neck and continued to her chest. His hands are large for a man, but his hand only covered half of her breast.

One hand left the bat size cock and moved his hand away from her chest. She said, “Touch my tits again, and I won’t touch your dick.” She looked at his monster and the tennis balls underneath. Her free hand cupped his hairy testicles. “Or, these.”

“Yes, ma’am. I won’t. God, you’re hot. I wasn’t thinking.”

“So, you think I’m sexy, Captain.”

Hearing her call him any name, he stiffened with pleasure. Her hand caressing his swollen nuts added to the pleasure. The soft smooth hand gripping his stiff rod moved faster as she started to genteelly squeeze his tennis balls. The sensation of her nails pressing under his sack into his sternum drove him over the edge.

“That’s it, Harley. Ohhh shit,” Stronghold moaned as his testicles tensed and his manhood pulsed. “I’m gonna cum.”

With just a split moment to react, she leaned to the left as her hand slanted his cock to the right. The bat swelled in her hand. Her fingers covered less than three-fourths of it. Then, it pulsed in her hand, and she felt his orgasm move down his shaft ending with white streams jet rocketing out the red/purple head. The stream was so strong it shot over her right shoulder and behind the metal desk on the door. By the time she watched the first pulse end, it was followed by three more loads. Each load was less than the one prior, so at this point, Harley figured Captain Stronghold was finished. Then, a final tremor pulsed out and on to her chest when she lowers one hand.

“What the fuck! Are you part fire hose, too?”

Stronghold relaxed with a long satisfying moan. “Oooo, Harley. That was…awesome. Sorry, I have some rags to clean up for the night,” he said pulling out two thin pieces of fabric from the side of his pack.


After unpacking, the travelers enjoyed an energy bar and water from the canteen. During the meal, Stronghold started to strip and clean both of his pistols. As he used the cleaning kit in his back, he looked up at Harley. She was removing her boots and preparing to rest.

“Have you ever cleaned your gun?”

“Not really. Why?”

“While I’m cleaning mine, I can clean yours.”

Harley handed her weapon to him. She watched as he removed the clip with six bullets and used the barrel brush to start cleaning. After oiling the gun and reloading it, he handed the Kimber to Harley.

“Do you only have six bullets?” Stronghold asked.


Stronghold dug through his pack and withdrew a baggie with a dozen .45 caliber bullets inside it. He held the bag up. “I have these you can use,” Stronghold stated tossing her the sandwich baggie. “Keep them in your pack. Plus, I have a backup Glock 9mm you can use if needed.” His eyes lock on Harley’s. Her sweet smile surprised him.

“Thanks, Captain. You’re sweet for a pervert,” Harley replied. Pervert sounded inviting and dirty with her soft southern accent.


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