Well, you didn’t really expect me to do 24 days of advent calendar without mentioning the zombies, did you? If you haven’t come across them before – give them a chance – they’re a loveable bunch of critters, really!
However, this is a more serious excerpt than usual, taken from the last story in Zombie Erotoclypse, called Bar the Door.
No matter how many times you dream of the worst possible disaster befalling you, when it actually happens it’s ten thousand times more terrible than anything you could imagine. Think about that for a moment and then try to imagine the split second that’s so terrifying it goes beyond anything you could have dreamt.
That’s what it was like. That day. That moment.
Galen knocked on the door in the secret pattern, I drew back the bolts and first thing I saw was blood. On his shoulder, all the way down his arm, soaking the sleeve of his shirt with a dark, sticky stain. I smelt it too, sweet and metallic, somehow animal.
Terror swept through me and I dropped to my knees. It was the moment I’d been dreading so long and it hit me like a punch in the gut. I couldn’t breathe and my head started spinning.
I should have slammed the door in his face. I know that now. But I knew it then and I didn’t do it. We’d been living like this for so many months I’d lost count. And every day, before either one of us went out to scavenge food, we repeated the mantra: if a zombie attacks, don’t come back/bar the door to the biters and the bitten. Galen was wrong to come home to me once he’d been mauled and I was wrong to let him in. But I’m glad I did. Whatever the future holds as a result of our actions that day, I’m glad Galen just didn’t vanish without a trace into the zombie hoards. Because that’s what would have happened if he hadn’t come back to me.
Galen pushed past me into the apartment.
“Get the fucking door shut,” he said, his voice a dry rasp.
He staggered to the couch while I fought with reality. It took the sound of a zombie blood howl on the porch to bring me round. I leapt to my feet and slammed the door, throwing the bolts with practiced speed. Then I peered out through the metal grid covering the only small window left at the front of the house. There were three of them, mature and fetid zombies, lumbering across our porch and I immediately heard one of them scraping against the door. I reached for the rifle.
“Leave them,” said Galen. “They’ll go away when they realize they can’t get in. Don’t waste bullets on them. You can’t afford to throw any away now.”
‘Now.’ I knew what he was referring to—and ‘you’. An icy cold hand clasped around my heart. I went over to where he lay sprawled on the couch. There was a lump in my throat when I tried to speak.
“…happened? I got careless, Emma. I fucking got complacent.”
And then my big, strong, adorable Galen started to cry. It was something I’d never seen him do and it cut me up. Even more than seeing the blood on his shoulder that was his death knell.
He wiped his eyes with a bloody hand and sniffed.
“There were six or seven of them. They came at me out of nowhere. I got three of the bastards but I wasn’t quick enough and…” He glanced down at his shoulder. “It’s not deep. Just a flesh wound. But it’s enough.”
I’d never heard that tone of bitterness in Galen’s voice before. It made me wonder what else there was about him that I’d never know. The childhood stories he hadn’t got round to telling me yet. The places he’d been. The likes and dislikes we hadn’t had time to compare.
I didn’t know what to say but luckily for me he took control as usual.
“Emma, you’ve got to be strong for me, baby. I’ve got maybe twenty-four hours left before I turn and I need your help.”
“Anything,” I said, and I meant it.
“I need you to stay safe, so you’ve got to tie me up. Real secure because when I start to turn, I don’t want to be able to get at you.”
I didn’t want to cry but I couldn’t stop myself.
“Maybe if I clean the wound out…”
“Don’t, baby,” he snapped. “We both know what this means so, please, just do what I say.”
While he went in the shower, I found two lengths of rope to tie him with. When he came out there was just a small, jagged gash on his shoulder to show where he’d been bitten. Just a couple of inches long. If I hadn’t known better, I would never have believed that this could have been enough to transform such a strong, healthy man into a rotting, walking corpse. The rest of him looked completely normal, the Galen I knew and loved. Shoulder length black hair dripping water down his strong torso, droplets glistening in the peppery sprinkling of chest hair. Beautifully sculpted arms and legs, long and lean. Even his feet looked good and, as far as I’m concerned, that’s rare on a guy.
He smiled at me and I smiled back, even though I could see the sorrow in his gaze. He would certainly be able to see it in my red rimmed eyes.
“Tie me to the bed, baby.” It came out as hardly more than a whisper.
“Then what?” I said.
He didn’t need to answer. Working as quickly and as gently as I could, I secured first his wrists to the headboard and then his ankles to the corner posts. He was quietly compliant, watching me as I worked, studying my face and my hands as if he wanted to imprint them forever on his memory. And I studied him, spread-eagled and naked in front of me. I would need to hold this image in my head far longer than he.
His shoulder was bleeding a little, so I fetched a bandaid from the bathroom cabinet to cover it up. He winced as I wiped the blood away with a tissue and applied the bandage.
“It hurts?” I asked.
“Like a bitch,” he said, smiling up at me. “But you know what would dull the pain?”
I grinned. Even at the worst times, Galen’s mind would wander back to sex and being tied up had always been a big turn on for him.
“Grant a dying man his final wish, babe.”
I would have laughed if it hadn’t been so painfully true. But Galen was, as ever, able to compartmentalize his life and now it was sex, not death by zombie bite, on his mind. His cock twitched as if filled up and the sight of it helped me to change gears as well. Galen’s cock always made my mouth water and my pussy wet.
I stood at the end of the bed and slowly started stripping off my clothes, rolling my T-shirt up my torso to reveal my flat stomach and the gradual swell of my breasts.
“That’s the way,” said Galen, his voice thick with longing.
I pulled the top up over my head and dropped it to the floor. Then I lowered my hands to my pants and popped open the fastening. As they slid down my legs to the ground, I slipped my thumbs into the rim of my panties, running them round the waistband provocatively.
“You want to see more?” I said.
“Is a zombie hungry?” he answered. Black humor was the only humor at a time like this.
I pulled down my pants and launched myself forward onto the bed between his legs. He smelt fresh and clean from the shower and he seemed to positively gleam with good health. I could hardly believe that he must have already started rotting inside, however microscopically. I slid up his body, sweeping his stomach and chest with my breasts until I was close enough to kiss him on the mouth.
Same old mouth. Same old taste. And always the best kisser. I pushed away the thought that bubbled under the surface. Zombie mouth. Zombie biter. But not yet. We still had a few more hours of being Emma and Galen. He responded to my kiss with a less familiar urgency. His usual languid exploration of my mouth was replaced with a pushing, searching tongue and as I slipped my tongue between his lips, he sucked hard and his back arched up so he could press himself against the length of my body.
I ran my hands up and down his torso, feeling the swell of his erection against me. God, how I loved this man’s cock. I reached my hand down to it and he let out an appreciative moan as I enveloped it with my fingers. It was fully erect, hard as a glass dildo beneath its covering of soft skin. I ran my index finger up and down the shaft and he bucked underneath me. Then I stretched down to cup his balls, holding them as gently as bird’s eggs, working them a little against each other while I whispered in his ear. He turned his head and caught my earlobe with his teeth, nibbling gently until I giggled and pulled away.
I shuffled back down the bed until I was in a position to take his cock in my mouth. But before I sucked it in, I showered it with a flurry of little kisses, up and down, still holding his balls but now tugging a little. Galen groaned and his cock grew hot, the head pulsing under the touch of my lips. I pushed the tip of my tongue out between them and let it make contact with the soft skin at the apex of the head. I felt the tiny slit and tasted the salty pre-cum that leaked out of it and then I opened my lips and drew him into the warm cavern of my mouth.