Thrust & Parry: Z Day (13 page)

“On me!” he called into the bar and wandered over to the Gimpy. Rim and Sam appeared and joined the group.  “Right, a few things to clear up: First of all, our guests here are ladies and I expect you to treat them as such. That means no touching without consent and talking to them as human beings not sex objects. Clear?” A series of grunts followed and Jim continued. “Next, No one is to go anywhere alone from this point on. You need a piss, you take someone with you. They can stand by the sinks. Ladies, unfortunately I will have to ask your choices to be one of us so that we can protect you. And finally, when you have chance I want you to teach these ladies as much as you can. That means weapon handling, BCD, the lot.
Any questions?” Jim looked round the room, there was none. ”Good as you were. Oh and no-one steps outside that door unless authorised through me.” And with that Jim flicked the 3 locks on the door and slid the hammer into the handles.

Jim briefed Paddy on the stag point and moved over to the second office. He kicked in both offices but found nothing interesting except paperwork and an iron. As he wandered back through to find a
bed space he noticed the stag had changed. Monica had now been replaced by Sam which meant Paddy had another half an hour to go before he can relax. Jim stepped into the bar and looked round. Laura following him around like a lost puppy. Rim was sat in a corner cleaning his weapon and Whethers was asleep against the wall. Monica was no-where in sight. He turned to Laura.

“Stay here, I’ll be back soon.” Laura nodded and wandered over to her bed space. Jim stepped back out to Paddy. “You
seen Monica?” he asked.

“Yeah, she finished stag a few minutes ago and went for a piss.” Paddy replied. Jim said nothing more and stepped into the ladies toilets. He could hear a small whimper in here and he strained his ears to pick it out. Opening his mouth to block out internal body noises he tilted his head toward the cubicles. He caught the door before it slammed and slowly stepped forward. If something had Monica he wanted the element of surprise. He reached the end turned the corner. The cubicles were in darkness but Jim could make the doors out in the light. He slowly lowered himself to the floor and checked under the doors. The very end one had someone in it. Jim could make out the irregular shapes. He moved down the cubicles slowly, weapon up, ready for anything. As he reached the next cubicle he could hear the noises more clearly now. It was a heavy breathing in dispersed with small whimpers. He stepped round the corner and immediately lowered his weapon. Monica was sat on the toilet, head back, eyes closed. Her knickers were round one ankle and her dress was around her stomach. Her hand was rubbing her clit furiously as she moaned and whimpered softly. Jim watched for a minute until it sounded like she was getting close to climaxing before chirping up.

“I thought I said to go everywhere in pairs.” Jim said quietly and Monica jumped wildly. Her eyes focused on him looking wide and wild. Her legs closed instantly and she tried to sit up.

“What the fuck Jim?” Monica whispered at him between pants.

“Why did you disappear without an escort?” Jim asked as Monica failed once more to find some grip on the toilet seat.

“Look I needed a stress relief; everything was getting on top of me. I didn’t really want to ask if one of you lads would mind coming with me while I had a wank.” She replied.

“I didn’t mind it.” Jim replied with a wry smile. Monica smiled back, probably more out of nerves than anything.

“You could have at least waited until I had finished before interrupting me. I was really close.” She looked quite shy now for the first time since they had met.

“Don’t let me stop you darling. You carry on.” She looked at him for a moment.

“Piss off then.”

“Can’t do that ma’am. I have to ensure your safety.” Jim replied, his smile growing.

“Look either
piss off or help me, your choice?” She exclaimed looking visibly frustrated now. Jim pondered this for a second before simply leaning back against the wall and staring at her. She sighed and threw her head back again. Her legs opened back up to expose a damp pussy with her juices running down her legs. Her hand moved back to her clit and began working overtime. Within about 30 seconds she was getting close again. Jim left it as late as he dare before ripping her hand away and putting a finger to his lips. They sat in silence for a minute as Jim pretended to listen and Monica tried to calm her breathing down. Finally Monica chirped up.

“What was it?”

“Nothing I just wanted to stop you again.” Monica glared at him and slapped his arm.

“Bastard!”
She whispered. Jim was now knelt in front of her and looked up into her eyes. They seemed to be willing him to let her. “You have no idea how much I need this baby.”

“Baby?”
Thought Jim. “I must be getting to her.” He leant down to within a centimetre of her clit and began breathing heavily. Her hands flung to the cubicle walls as her breathing became erratic. He let his bottom lip rub between her lips gently and she let out a small moan. He gently licked the end of her clit and her moans grew more exited. As he ran his tongue round her throbbing labia she bit into her hand. She obviously didn’t want to get any louder. She was getting close and her arse started to lift off the seat. He started licking with more purpose. Long, fast strokes and she gave her final gasps before grabbing his hair hard. Warm come flowed freely out of her and onto the floor as she moaned into her hand. Jim slowed to a stop, wiped his mouth and stood up.

“Next time…” Jim said with the authority returning to his voice. “Come find me, you can’t be wandering around alone.” She simply nodded slowly as he gulped in air and tried to regain some composure. She slid her thong back on and stood up, pulling her dress down as she did. She looked a little dishevelled and flushed but the calm business woman was returning.

“I’m sure I will, that you can be sure of.” She said with a smile as she readjusted herself and moved round to the sinks. Jim followed her and watched as she tidied her hair back under the clips that held it in place and tried to look like she hadn’t just exploded all over the bathroom floor. As Jim watched he reflected on the day he’d had. To say it had been peculiar would be an understatement. Hell, to say it had been well and truly fucked up would be an understatement. As she finished sorting herself out he mused on the effect a ‘hero figure’ had on the opposite sex during an apocalypse. In all the time he had studied apocalypse theories he had never considered a sexual relationship. Emotional attachments were a no go for the simple fact that you may have to kill anyone you get close to, or watch them be killed. Monica saw Jim watching her and gave a shy, nervous smile as she turned.

“It’s probably best the rest of this lot don’t know this happens yeah?” Jim said as she turned to leave. Monica simply nodded and avoided eye contact. She stepped out of the bathroom and Jim followed. As they stepped out Paddy was just getting ready to change stags. He looked at Monica as she stepped out but she was intent on staring at the floor. She moved past him and into the bar.

“Was she shitting or what mate?” Paddy asked as Jim followed her out. Jim nodded and smiled. He had to keep up appearances. Sam gave them both a disdainful look and turned away. Jim wandered into the bar and looked around Laura was sat with Whethers by her bed space and he was showing her parts of the SA80. She looked up as he entered and gave him a smile. It was an innocent smile. Jim hadn’t seen that on her yet. It didn’t suit her.

“Whethers, how long you need to finish that weapon lesson?” Jim asked. He needed to go to stores but he wanted at least one working weapon by the stag point that wasn’t the Gimpy.

“I can cut it short now if you want?” Whethers asked. Jim nodded and Laura shuffled backwards into a corner and brought her knees up to her chest. She sat there hugging her knees and staring into space. Monica was now sat in the next bed space staring into space with a small absent minded smile on her face. Whethers slid his rifle back together within about 30 seconds and sorted his kit out.

“Ladies I am going to need your shoe sizes.” Jim waited patiently until Whethers was ready before stepping out the bar and taking Sam’s. Whethers followed him over to the stores and waited by the doorway for his orders.

“I need to find some more suitable clothes for the girls, trainers, camo, t-shirts and shorts. Anything that they can wear but no boots.” Jim didn’t want to hinder the girls by giving them blisters while they try to wear in issue boots. Jim found a half empty box and tipped its contents out onto the floor. He lobbed the box into the middle of the room and both men started throwing anything useful they could find for the girls in it.

“Twitch, there’s a fair few bits here I wouldn’t mind for myself.” Whethers chirped up from behind a shelf.

“Not now mate. I’m holding a briefing later to decide what to do next and if we chose to leave here we will be taking everything that’s useful with us. ” Jim replied as he checked his list of shoe sizes before throwing a pair of Silver Shadows into the box. Silver shadows were military issue trainers and although they weren’t brilliant for running with they were indestructible.

“BOSS!”
Called Rim from the stag point and Jim sprinted out of the storeroom with Whethers close behind. He burst through the double doors to the lobby, weapon up, ready for anything. He swept the room round to Rim who was behind the Gimpy and focused on the door. Jim switched his aim to the door and saw the issue. There were 2 zeds peering through the reinforced glass at them. Clawing and banging at it in a desperate attempt to get in.

“Where the fuck did they come from?” The question was slightly rhetorical but if he got an answer then
all the better. “Right, hold fire and monitor. If there is a danger to life then you open up.” Jim said and Rim nodded without taking his eyes off the zeds. Jim looked round at everyone who had now amassed at the stag point. The ladies looked horrified; the lads looked impassive as always, just another day at the office. Jim turned and took Whethers back to the storeroom to finish packing the box. When they had finished they took the box through and dropped it on the bar floor. The stag had changed again now and it was Laura’s turn to stag on with Rim.

“Go relieve Laura so we can get this sorted. Il
send her back once she’s sorted.” Jim said to Whethers and he disappeared. Laura appeared in the doorway several seconds later, her innocent smile still smeared across her face. Jim briefly mused that she must have glued it on to keep people in the dark about her true colours. Jim passed out the kit to the ladies. “You each have a pair of shorts to sleep in if you want to, 2 t-shirts, 1 smock jacket, 1 pair of trousers, 1 pair of trainers, 2 pairs of socks, a pair of gloves, a towel and a daysack.” He passed the set out and the ladies disappeared to sort their kit out. Monica and Sam ran off to change whereas Laura simply packed everything in her bag and dropped it on her bed space. As Monica and Sam reappeared in their new clothes Laura wandered back to her stag point. Monica had the trousers, trainers and t-shirt on, she had tied the bottom of the trousers up and the excess fabric bagged round her ankles. The issue green belt held the pants up and the t-shirt was tucked in to show off her breasts. Sam had the same on but didn’t quite have the efficiency that Monica had and the t-shirt hung down to halfway down her calves and the trousers were tripping her up. Jim wandered over to her and took a knee. She gave him a strange look.

“May I?” Jim asked as he motioned towards her trousers. She nodded and he tied the drawstring at the bottom of both legs and tucked her shirt in for her. “You don’t want anything slowing you down if you have to leg it.” Sam nodded and whispered thanks before wandering over to her bed space and packing her dress and heels away. Jim wandered over to his bed space and sat down. The bed spaces were simply 4 of the bars chairs laid out in a makeshift bed with an issue sleeping bag on top and a single pillow. They had found a box full of pillows in the storeroom in Huddersfield and, although Jim wasn’t sure why they were there, he was glad to take them. Paddy was in the next bed space. He was laid on his back staring at the ceiling.

“You not getting your head down Paddy mate?” He asked interrupting Paddy’s train of thought.

“Yeah, in a minute boss I’ve just been thinking.” Paddy still seemed slightly spaced out.

“Anything you want to talk about?” Jim always cared about his sections morale and mental state. Paddy thought for a minute before turning to him.

“How widespread do you think this is?”

“I’ve tried not to think about it mate. I simply presume anyone and everyone I once knew are dead.  Then if we find any survivors then it’s a bonus.”

“I suppose your right mate. I just keep expecting to see my Ma running at me trying to eat me or something.”

“If your mum had been turned into a zed she would no longer be your mother. She wouldn’t recognise you as her son and, if I were you, I wouldn’t see her as your mother I’d see her as a threat, a target. ” Paddy simply nodded. Jim could see he wasn’t convinced but by the same merit he probably hadn’t been through the same emotional journey as Jim. He picked up his daysack and pulled out several more tins of hot dogs. Stashing his bag back away he stood up.

“Briefing by the stag point now.”
He announced and wandered in. Rim was still staring intently at the zeds whereas Laura was staring her feet in her own little world. She hadn’t even noticed her dress was riding up her legs and part of her arse was on show. “How’s it looking buddy?” He asked Rim passing him a tin of hot dogs.