God, she wanted him badly, and she knew it was an irrational desire. This entire time, she hadn’t wanted a man, hadn’t wanted any kind of sexual relationship.

But then Collin had come along, and she felt something, really felt something inside her, that didn’t make sense in this fucked up world. She didn’t know him, had just met him a couple hours ago, but she wanted him in ways that also had nothing to do with sex.

She just wanted his presence to ease the loneliness, wanted his body to press against hers when she slept. Was she so starved for attention and affection that she would take it from a man she just met?

“No, Rebecca, I’m not scared, and you shouldn’t be either.”

And then she did something she had never thought she’d be doing after the fall of civilization, or after everything that happened to her. Rebecca leaned up, braced her hands on the wood beneath her, and pressed her mouth to Collin’s. He tasted good, like dark spices with a hint of something sweet and minty.

They were both filthy, and although she wasn’t going to have sex with him right now, it felt good to have him so close, to have his mouth on hers, and just to feel good after being alone so long.

He didn’t move his mouth, didn’t move anything for that matter, but then he speared his hand in her hair, tilted her head back, and devoured her. The sound of the corpse shuffling around below them, of it moaning and groaning off and on, didn’t stop them from kissing.

He swept his tongue out, stroked her, and moaned softly. He tightened his hold in her hair to the point that a soft cry of pain left her, but he swallowed the sound, masking it with his breathing.

He broke the kiss but had his lips still lightly pressed to hers, his breath moving along her mouth, her arousal growing higher.

They stared at each other, with the disgusting world all around them, the rotting corpses just on the other side of the metal and wood that housed them, and right here, right now, there wasn’t anywhere else she wanted to be. He consumed her and made her feel breathless and lightheaded, and it had all come to this in a few hours.

This is insane. You’re insane, Rebecca.

All she wanted to do was close her eyes and pretend they were in a nice place, surrounded by clean things, with nothing was stopping this from going further.

“As much as I want to continue this and have it go further, I think we need to leave before any more find themselves in here and make things worse. Right now, I can handle a few infected and stay unnoticed by the other assholes, but if this building gets swarmed with the motherfuckers, we’ll have a problem, especially since I don’t have a gun.”

His voice was so low, so deep, that she felt it down to her very soul. He groaned something unintelligible then tightened his hold on her hair and kissed her again. With one final sweep of his tongue along her bottom lip, Collin pulled away.

She wanted him to continue kissing her, to hold her close. She had been alone, dodging shady humans, killing infected, and making sure she wasn’t bitten or scratched so she wasn’t infected, yet she felt like no one else was around. She was always alone, so utterly, heartbreakingly alone.

Having Collin so close, even after just meeting him hours before, made her feel as though she could get through this ugly, hateful world. It was illogical to feel this way, to want him like she did. Was she so desperate that she was looking for comfort from the first person, the first man who had come along and didn’t try to take something from her that she wasn’t willing to give?

Her thoughts were halted when the sound of more metal scraping came through. She pushed herself up and looked over the haystacks. Another corpse was finding its way through the opening in the wall, the same way the other corpse had gotten in.

“We need to go now while we aren’t overrun,” Collin said gruffly. “Pack up what you can carry.” Then he was moving away from her and grabbing his items.

She got up and grabbed her jacket, put it on, and started shoving anything and everything she could into her backpack and tote. She couldn’t carry everything, and as she looked around at her little makeshift stove, at some of the extra weapons she kept up here just in case, a part of her grew disappointed that she was leaving her safe haven. Or at least it had been safe.

Rebecca watched as Collin grabbed the ladder and, as quietly as he could manage, lowered it. There was some banging as the wood hit the loft, but the infected who was already inside didn’t take notice, because the other one was still trying to get through the side of the wall, and the noise it made drowned out everything else. But that noise was also causing the sick outside to get more restless, and that was why they needed to leave.

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