Day: 70

Zombies killed: 2300

The farmhouse was getting a little cramped…

There should be a 100 years worth of supplies there already, boxes, barrels, shelves, and cabinets filled with food and water, snacks and sodas and alcohol, we had entire vending machines scattered in every room; and Morgaine even started even to experiment with farming (she wanted to shepherd too, but there wasn’t any farming animal alive around), so supplies weren’t really a problem anymore, clothes and hygiene tools as much as food. My (future) bank account also had increased exponentially, and I had dug already a few dozen “treasures chests” filled with hundreds of thousands all around the forest, close to our farmhouse and in other locations, everything registered in maps and notes I kept always with me, of course.

The car was really helpful, a single trip using it was tens of times more productive than by foot, and my twin sister apparently having learned how to weld while I stacked money, improved it even more with vertical railings all around the vehicle, keeping zombies away, and by implementing a ladder, making a small “tower” at the top of the car, from where she used to kill zombies while these bashed against the railings (having even let a pair of spare spears at the car’s roof just for this purpose). In fact, we killed most of the zombies we came across like this, often we just stop in the middle of small settlements or hordes, honking and passing the rest of the day stabbing. She seemed to like to create things as much as destroy them… Some artsy thing? I didn’t really get it.

We didn’t come across any more super mutated zombies since Raincoat, but the creatures, in general, seemed to get slowly but surely faster and smarter. But fortunately, though, Morgaine’s armor making skills had also got much better and we two seemed like characters straight out of “Fall Out”, all metal plates, spikes, and rubber welded and tied on black-painted sports equipment, and so no sharp teeth succeeded to infect us. The majority of special zombies, I noticed with my binoculars, seemed to await around the Happy Shrimp factory by the port, infecting the people they threw from over the walls from time to time, and so I concluded that it really wasn’t very likely that there were survivors in another place than there.

In any case, then that we had collected so much stuff, we were preparing ourselves for the next big excursion, my second biggest problem, planning, improving our weapons and armors, and even training our bodies.

And so, I was checking a map I drew from the top of the radio tower, by observing our next objective. It was night already, and so I worked by the candlelight. We had taken care of so many zombies around our base that it was more or less secure to produce a little of light; even if some enemy came to approach, Morgaine’s security system and traps being more than enough to deal with them or at least warn us.

“Bro, do we still have nuts? ...And some screws too, I will need both”, my twin sister pointed, and so I checked my notes, looking for “nuts” and “screws”.

“Hm… did you used some after building the car?”

“No.”

“Then, there should be a box with five hundred of them. The same one that has the nails.”

“Ah, I got it! Just wait to see, I’ll make the coolest weapons for us!”

“Yeah”, I smiled while listening to all the noise coming from Morgaine’s workplace. It didn’t bother me at all; actually, after so much time in such a desolate land, listen to human activity was pretty nice. And my twin sister also always became very happy when working in our things; even if the result was always painted black, full of skulls and pentagrams. Then turning again to my papers, I noticed the hour in my wristwatch and called: “Sis, don’t you want to eat something?”

“Ah… Okay, I’m already going.”

Letting the planing aside, I walked to the kitchen and looked around: it wasn’t like neither me nor my twin sister knew how to cook, so once we got comfortable enough to choose, we just looted a bunch of ready-made food and dumped them into the oven; as gasoline, we had gas in abundance after all.

“Hm~ What do you think about pizza?”, I screamed over my shoulders.

“Again? No, I want something else!”

“Instant noodles...?”

“Seems good!”

“Instant noodles then”, I filled a pan with water and started the fire. It was a good thing Morgaine liked Instant noodles, because it was by far the food we had in the biggest quantity…

Waiting for the water to boil, I looked at my wristwatch again, and nervously I noticed it was already: 19:30...

We liked to enjoy the most of the sunlight we could; setting an alarm to 6:00 am, going to hunt zombies and loot between 7:00 and 7:30, making a quick break at 11:30 whenever we were to eat (taking the cleaning tools with us), and coming back home by 17:00. Feeling almost like a common worker, I would suggest a day off if we hadn’t a time limit and zombies got stronger after every day. So we used to sleep at 21:00.

I got uncomfortable just by thinking about the said hour, the biggest challenge I was then facing just a few hours ahead…

Shaking my head and the thoughts about the future away, I turned off the stove and poured the water inside the noodle containers; just when my twin sister came in from the bathroom, where we used to wash ourselves thoroughly as soon as we got home (and just throwing our weapons and equipment in a disinfectant bath we had outside).

“Hey, is it done?”

“Almost” I brought the utensils and noodles to the table, still cooking under the water anyway. “So, what will be our newest tools?”

“Hum, hum~ I won’t tell until is already done.”

“I can’t make a good plan without knowing what do we have, you know?”

“Well, they’re both medium-range weapons that I’m making specifically to kill the tough ones… But I still don’t know if they will work, so there’s no point to tell you about them now anyways.”

I pulled out the half-open seal of the cup-like container and checked if the pasta was good enough before starting to slurp it right away.

“But you know what I can talk about? Secret passages.”

“Yes”, I pointed my fork to Morgaine. “Like, a wall that will open if you play the right notes, right? Or a room that unlocks only if you find the gems that go in the empty eye socks of the statue, right?!”

“I… was talking something more like a ‘safe room’ in case an invincible force invade, something that would use a simpler mechanism a more functional one…”

“Oh… Well, of course. It was already hard enough to get the electric guitar for you, to find a piano, gems and a statue would be unreasonable, you’re right. But, in any case, you should concentrate in making our new weapons now; there’s no point in improving a base we’re about to leave anyway”, I finished my noodles.

20:45.

I had already washed my teeth and done everything I needed, there was absolutely nothing more that could delay the inevitable torture that I was about to face; actually, by lingering even more there, I was surely being suspected on.

“Well, just a bit more and I’m sure I won’t even care about being suspected on or even let her be 100% sure what I’m doing...”, I said to myself, displaying a sad smiling, getting off the bathroom and going up the stairs.

Being forced to walk carefully because of all the containers and guided by only the faint light of the candle, I prayed for our next base to have more space to keep our shit.

Then, I faced our room’s door. I always let Morgaine go to bed first to make it the less embarrassing possible, so by that time she should have already been laid. When I opened the door and observed her facing the mattress, I froze, though. It was already hard normally, but then I saw myself in the worst-case scenario: we were both still out of the bed

“I- I forgot to take off my choker...” Morgaine said, forcing a laugh awkwardly.

“Oh, I see… Well, not that there’s a problem nor anything, though!”, I lied, also pretending to find something funny. “Then… let- let’s sleep, right?”

“Yeah! Yeah, let’s sleep”, we agreed. Though, none of us made the first move, then just standing there, looking to the bed.

Mentally, I cursed my old self from months ago, who decided that it was a good idea to make some kind of tradition to we sleep together; it made sense in those days and it didn’t have any downsides, but I didn’t think about the future, about when I came to get less scared, more comfortable, with more time for thinking, get bored, and… horny.

Two months and a little more than a week... SEVENTY DAYS THAT I DIDN’T MASTURBATED.

It was already exactly seventy times my previous record...

Sleep with Morgaine was getting harder, but, fuck, what could I do? Turn to my twin sister and say “hey, sis, I’m actually extremely sexually frustrated, so, could we have separated rooms from now on so I can masturbate without problems?”

Why did I have to act so boastful and rationalize this as if I knew everything?! Why didn’t I thought there would be a day where I wouldn’t be shaking all scared the entire fucking night?!

“Then… well, you can lay first”, I pointed awkwardly, still staring the bed. “Yo- You know, I don’t want to steal the blanket from you! Haha… ha...”

“The blanket, of course, ha… ha... Then, well… Yeah, I’ll do as you say!”, Morgaine slowly lifted the blanket and slid to under it one leg at time.

She usually wore trousers for protection, but then her thighs were completely exposed, with the exception of a thin frilled piece of cloth around one of her legs in matching her silk light black pajamas…

NO.

No matter how much time I have to stay in this hellish scenario, I’ll not hurt my relationship with my twin sister like this. She’s the only one that rested, the only one who cares about me and the only one I care about.

“Won’t you lay down too? It’s a bit strange with you just standing there...”, Morgaine said.

“Ah, yeah. Good night, sis”, I entered under the blanket too. Of course, we slept looking to opposite sides.

“Good night.”