Day: 200

Zombies killed: 40.000

The armored car went thru the mall’s doors with easy, the loud noise of falling glasses being enough to attract zombies from the all the places in the interior of the building, dozens of creatures coming from the many shops inside the building, and even more brain-eaters falling from the upper floors straight onto the ground and getting up again as if nothing had happened. Though most of the zombies didn’t have the opportunity to fight and evolve and the majority was still constituted of the simple walking-and-biting type, after so much time there were much more special zombies around, and some pretty taught ones.

Anyway, I opened the hatch over my head, got inside the metal dome on the car and my hands around the giant machine-gun’s grip and, pulling the trigger, moved the weapon in a semi-circle over the mall’s square, the bullets reducing the creatures to a liquid state or making parts of their bodies just disappear with immense force; the entire mechanism on the roof of the armored car designed and executed by Morgaine. Five seconds later, nothing but the bullet’s smoke moved around that area, and, having checked if the creatures behind the car, struggling to get inside the mall and reach me uselessly really couldn’t do so, I returned to my seat, opened the door by my side and jumped off the car.

“Ah~ how long since I went shopping!”, my twin sister, getting off the steering wheel and stretching outside commented lightly, rifle in one hand, two sub-machine guns by the waist, a spear I the back and wearing an armor that would put any punk dark lord to shame. Well, once that she was the one who made my armor too, I wasn’t much different, the exception being the weapons I carried with me; a shotgun, a machine gun, a revolver and a small mace made from a hammer and nails.

“What, did you used to come here before?”, I replied, turning on the light on my shotgun.

“Yeah, it had some nice things. Some that I still hope to find today, if they hadn’t all been sacked already”, we advanced calmly forward, with no specific direction, as if just in the middle of a casual common walk. Without even stopping to look at the undead that came out of dark corners, simply shooting them when close enough to do so.

“Even though you had no friends? Did you use to come alone? How sad…”, I omitted the fact that I used to do the same thing and in the same conditions.

“Guh...?!”

“Relax, the great I will make you company this time.”

“Oh yeah, keep acting all ‘cool’, you’re definitely fooling everyone…”, Morgaine replied, stopping by the then broken escalator. Looking up, and to the glass roof of the three store building, each one with its respective focus, she suggested: “What about we start checking from the first floor?”

“yeah, seems as good as any other idea for me”, I agreed.

Following my twin sister thru the mall, after shooting more two creature who jumped out off a still fountain, I noticed how the zombies had gotten faster: even the ones who hadn’t their skull repeatedly bashed and survived until bone horns pierced their skin and became protective helmets could, after all, walk, and they did so constantly, 24/7. As a result, their rapidly evolving bodies must have mutated their wounded legs at almost imperceptible pacing, but to the point they were now; able to jump high and run fast. If Morgaine and I hadn’t get access to fire weapons and proper armor, I doubted that we would be able to survive up to that point. But we had, and we survived:

“BANG!”

“Look, a library!”, Morgaine pointed after exploding the head of a tall and fat zombie far away from us.

“Wanna see it?”, I pulled on the safety and let it go of the shotgun, the weapon hanging from my neck, tied by a bandolier, and took a light and a mace, prepared to go inside the shop without destroying (too many of) the objects my twin sister wanted.

“Sorry, to make you go in even if we will get no useful resources here, even though there probably are some invisible zo-”

“I’M DOING THIS BECAUSE I WANT!”, I interrupted Morgaine before she cursed our expedition. I could only hope that I did so fast enough… “It’s okay if you want to go in just because. I mean… You know, things to keep our mental health are also important resources!” I explained, looking away from that person armed to the teeth, wearing skulls and displaying black spikes all over her body, a bit embarrassed. Damn, I thought I didn’t need to say out loud that I wanted her to be happy if possible at that point…! “Anyway, let’s go. Its dark now, but at night this place will become pure blackness.”

“H- Hm, okay.”

Inside the building, we first went around to clear the creatures from that place before enjoying its atmosphere; a brain-eater ran towards me once that I pointed my light to it, and I properly smashed its skull open with a single, precise and powerful move. Another creature came from under a pile of books in an explosion of pages and bite my right hand, the one holding the mace, its teeth breaking on the metal that covered the entire limb just before I craved the pointy claws of my left glove in the thing’s neck until I had a good grip all around his spine from inside and pulled it until the bone broke. The zombie immediately falling down, I stepped on its back and pulled the broken bone even more, expecting to force the split spine and the entire skull out of the skin and used it as a weapon… I couldn’t, though, almost falling down when I managed to only tore off some vertebra.

Hearing some more crushing and squishing noises, followed by the typical thud of a body hitting the floor, I knew Morgaine was done with her enemies, and threw the light around to check for more, but found none; then it was my twin sister, I and the books.

“So? Is there anything you like?”, I asked looking around and to the designation of each bookshelf; there was mystery, tragedy, adventure, fantasy… I didn’t really have interest in books, but some math-related, and so I, uninterested, walked to the right section.

“Hm, well, we’ve been only finding religious books and random magazines inside houses and shops, so, while I gathered enough trivia information from the magazines to make our thins, I’ve been a bit bored”, so this was how she learned how to make our things, hu? “Drama, maybe? Tragedy, perhaps”, Morgaine continued, pulling some books from the shelf and cleaning the dust out of them with delicacy.

“Something with action? Romance?”, I suggested, reading some random titles in the math section. The Voice of Numbers, Introduction to the Quantum Field, Theory of Trigonometry… finally, something interesting caught my attention by the title of: How to Win the Lottery and What to do Next, especially the part: What to do Next. Right after, I found another title that promised an interesting reading, going with: Living in the Post Office: Space, Dates, and Other Problems.

“Well, we have action every day since this all began, so I don’t want something to make me more agitated than my new day to day life already make. And, romance… Uh… Well… I’m just not in the mood for it!”, Turning around a bookcase, I noticed that my twin sister had already snatched thrice the amount of books I had, and was still looking for more.

Her passion motivated me to give another chance for that kind of media and I found a story that went by the name of a famous game franchise and I read its synopsis. Blablabla, bad thing happen, blablabla couple has to save the day and possibly (probably) fall in love in the process… Fall in love. Kiss. Have se-

I pushed the book to its right place with a hurry, the shelf trembling with sudden impact. I inserted the book in its right hole and made the shelf shiver…

“Bro, are you okay?”

“Ye- Yeah, I’m”, I replied, making sure to keep my back to Morgaine and walking away from her, trying to control my wild teenager seven-fucking-months-without-nutting horny mind. Seven-fucking-months… It was really a good thing that the zombies were so goddamn ugly, because at that point I could have already committed an atrocity. “Looks like you find a lot of things to read later: we should keep going. There are many more things here in this mall that we can loot, and too many books will take their space. We can always come back, so there’s no need to get anxious and try to bring back everything at once”, I said while taking a bag from the counter, shoving my few books in and going outside, away from any slightly sexual suggestion.

“Yeah, I think you’re right. I can come back after I finish these”, Morgaine said, coming after me with her own bag. Without a word, I took the books from her hand and put it inside my bag, I carrying it all by myself. “…Thank you.”

“No need”, with a single hand then at disposal, I changed the simple but light, small and effective club for the revolver and proceeded thru the corridor of stores, casually shooting the then running zombies. “Don’t you want to break windows or something?”

“Hum hum! No, I don’t think I need to do this kind of things anymore.”

The next stop was a gaming shop. And I wasn’t the one convinced to enter it: without electricity I knew I would only get sad by seeing all the games standing there, gathering dust, perfectly fine to be played, taught many things and offer much fun. But when Morgaine dug inside the store goods and came back with a cheap handheld gaming system that worked with batteries and offered hundreds of pirated games from old consoles in foreigner language, I almost cried again, and though I talked to high and mighty when my twin sister got so many books, she was forced to drag me out off the shop once I spent way too much time gathering as many batteries and other handheld gaming systems. In any case, I thought that the insinuation of romance in the library and the hundreds of covers with women was bad, and the sexy heroines in the game cases and their anime characters figurines were even worse, but I was sure that that would be the worse I would have to deal with…

I couldn’t be more wrong.

Then, I saw myself seated in a square-shaped puff, legs and hands crossed and teeth gritted while forcing myself to focus only on the ground.

“Are… you mad?”, my twin sister asked.

“Ah, no, no! I’m just thinking over, well… you know, things. Please don’t bother yourself with”, I replied lifting my face to her. She still was wearing the full set of black protective police armor with metallic enhancements, of course, but then held a light-dark dress over her, observing in a mirror how it would look on her. I didn’t even need to put too much effort to imagine the delicate yet all scarred arms slipping into the strap, the one-piece dangling from her body perfectly, the cleavage almost innocent yet provocative, and the skirt ending three fingers over her knees, moving when she walked to show her thighs just enough to excite someone with a promise and left the rest for imagination… “Please, take your time”, I concluded, turning my face to the side.

The many female mannequins displaying underwear didn’t really help, but as soon as I fixed my gaze over the trail of blood and gore piling up at the shop entrance, I felt immediately relieved. It was almost therapeutic…

“Hey, do you think this would look good on me?”, Morgaine asked. And while I robotically turned my face to her, glad that the completely closed helmet made impossible to notice my steamy blushing expression, she quickly corrected herself: “ah, forget about it, forget about it! You know nothing about how should a girl looks, anyway!”

“Y- Yeah, yeah”, I focused on the massacre again, my heart beating faster.

“Don’t… look, okay?”

Why would you make it sound like you’re nude?!

Finally and after more than just completing the daily quota of defeated zombies, we had made all the way up to the third floor, making rain blood down the escalators.

Though we had lots of fun on the first floor and looted many goods, the second floor was filled with only fast-food, restaurants, and food courts, and it would be just too risky to eat there and get infected. The third floor, however, was almost completely reserved for a big cinema. The sun was almost setting, and after introducing some bullets that I knew to friendly other brains, I had no more expectations to that place and was about to tell Morgaine that we should go back home, when, to my surprise, my twin sister made the projector work! Something, something backup generator, something, something gas, she tried to explain to me, but if we could take that machine back home, electricity could be a useful resource, even at the cost of gas… was all I could only think. While watching a movie for the first time in ages, of course.

We had dozens of films to chose from, but soon I understood how Morgaine felt while looking for a nice book and, while don’t want to see anything gory, nor really romantic, we ended up choosing: Wars in the Stars 19: Palpapalpatinetine Isn’t Dead Yet, And is Coming for YOU. The story wasn’t great, but it was, at least, pretty, with nice CGI giant space ships and cool cities, especially when the flying protagonist started to shoot lasers from its eyes, create black-holes and travel in time.

I just didn’t expect to see the main characters having sex inside a worm-hole while they went back in time.

They had been flirting the entire movie, and it was already uncomfortable enough, my twin sister and I, talking the entire moving, pointing fun and cool things, always shutting or mouths up when the main characters found time to come back and forth with provocative actions and phrases; but then I was completely still, immobile in one of the best seats of the cinema. The damned scene seemed to extend itself forever, each moan, quick tit shoots, kisses…

I couldn’t even breath; I knew that if I did so, a heavy sigh would come first, and my respiration would have a strange rhythm to it. I would let clear how much the scene was affecting me.

In pain, I tried to change my position in my seat without moving my right hand the best I could. After all, Morgaine and I were sharing the same chair arm. Unfortunately, the task showed itself to be harder than I thought and my little finger twitched slightly, pushing my twin sister’s finger.

Freezing immediately, my leg still halfway thru the air and away from the knee I planned to let it rest on, I almost reached for my revolver and ended my life then and there. She wouldn’t think that I was being a creepy, right?! It was an accident! I didn’t-

The notion of the changing in pressure over my little finger cleaned my mind from every other thought. Morgaine had, just a little bit, a millimeter being too much, pushed her finger closer to mine too, our gloves touching a just bit more.

It… was just a coincidence, right? I mean, it was such a little distance…

I concluded my initial action and crossed my legs, using it as an excuse to advance only a little more. And, once again, my twin sister approached her hand to mine, pushing her fingers under my mines, then going a little further. It wasn’t a coincidence. It wasn’t an accident. A response.

My heart was beating then so fast and with such strength that I could barely even listen to the movie anymore, but only the pulsing beats inside my ears. Instincts overwhelming my intelligent mind, I boldly covered Morgaine hand with mine, but the last string of self-control inside me, though already at its limit, hold myself together somehow and I didn’t completely intertwine my fingers with Morgaine’s.

Then, the characters on the screen I was still staring to fell in a strange place.

“The past!” one of them said, looking around. He stopped, looking astonished to another couple. “Grandmother and... Great uncle?!”

And the last string snapped, tore apart by a world that seemed to be pushing me towards that since the begging: I closed my right hand and didn’t let it go from my twin sister’s. I forgot about the movie and turned to Morgaine; then not able to hold my breath anymore, and panting though seated and still for an hour; and she did the same. I could clearly see her breath fogging the shield of her helmet, her breast coming up and down, feel her hand responding to mine.

I moved quickly and pushed Morgaine and her seat down and leaning the thing to its limit; holding on both of her wrists with one hand, pinning them just over her head. My free hand moved to the right buckles and strips and, having taken her armor off and let it fall on the ground, I removed my own glove and slipped my hand under her shirt from the hem all the way up, feeling her toned abdomen, her belly bottom, ribs and, finally, her breast, my fingers quickly invading the bra.

Morgaine moaned while I massaged her nipples, but I couldn’t say I was doing the same at that point, and so, getting off her momentarily, I started to take off my own armor and clothes off while she did the same.