Desire unknown: Early Night

It was around five in the morning when David was woken up by a black-haired Hispanic girl. She softly traced the side of his cheek with the back of her cold hand, smiling at him with her full lips as he stirred his eye’s open. “Morning.” She whispered softly, only the faintest hint of her accent slipping in towards the end.

She was a beautiful site for David to wake up to. No matter how poor the lighting, her olive skin always seemed to compliment her well, bringing a joyful smile across his face. Not aware yet that he was not dreaming.

“So beautiful.” He muttered. The eye’s not fully opened yet, reaching for her smooth-contoured cheek with his lazy hand. “David?” She whispered again but without the soft tone this time. Alerting him, quickly pulling his hand away from her frowning face. “Hey, hi what’s up, I just was asleep.” He whispered back dazed, trying to sink even further into his zipped up sleeping bag.

The girl’s gentle warm tone returned after she knew he was awake.”I need some help with moving some gear inside, it’s heavy and can’t stay in the cold for too long, soo?” She whispered, voice like a warm hug, always soothing and relaxing. It ironically made her hard to fully pay attention to.

“David?”

“Yes, I’ll do it, I got it.” He said, quickly unzipping his rustling sleeping bag.

“Shhh, make sure to be quiet, others are still sleeping.” She whispered, wrapping her dark red knitted cardigan across her chest. Quietly sneaking back towards the industrial plastic strip curtains, being careful not to make too much noise as she exited between two. David made sure to be as quiet as possible when standing up, the only light he had was leaking in through tanned bits of cardboard covering the thin windows up high, throwing on a sweater then a jacket and then decided to put on a body warmer. ‘Five a.m in the morning, fuck yeah it’s gonna be cold’. He thought to himself, also grabbing a pair of oddly matched gloves and a grey woollen beany as he moved for the exit, navigating his way through others sleeping on the ground around him.

He had to be careful entering the depo corridor through the curtains, it echoed like the inside of a church. Lightly treading his way over to a half-opened garage-like door, the cold air rushing in gave him a frightening shiver. ‘Good for my lungs, fresh air,’ he thought, hoping to be able to start a list of other positive things as he braced himself for outside.

Though when he dipped underneath the door a rush of cold air came to meet him, destroying his idea entirely. It was still winter as far as he knew, it was even a new year according to Daniel. If David wanted to know he could easily find out what date it was today by asking, yet it never seemed important enough worth knowing or remembering.

“Over here.” She said, just a little louder behind David. Rubbing his arm’s vigorously, he watched Nathalie standing on the back of a pickup truck, shifting crates to the edge. As David came rushing over, Nathalie bent over in her tight black leggings showing her firm athletic ass stretching the well-worn fabric to almost see through levels. Especially with the help of the early morning sun, highlighting small hints of her warm skin underneath.

This was a sight he was no stranger to, the many time’s David had offered to do inventory checks with the sole purpose of staring at Nathalie’s genetically perfect rear, reaching and searching for medical supplies whilst pretending to look at a clipboard behind her.

He never forgot that one time a few month’s back, when she wore her thong with her leggings. He only got to see it once under poor flickering lighting, maybe today would be his lucky day. When standing at the edge of the open flap of the pickup truck he was disappointed to see she had thick black underwear on. It was still a great view but naturally, he understood in weather like this, a thong wouldn’t make much sense.

Distracted in disappointment, he casually watched as she stood up straight, tying her dry black hair swiftly in a ponytail. Looking over her shoulder meeting his carefree smile.

“David, unload the truck please.” She sighed, frustrated at his dumb face. “Oh fuck, sorry yeah right.” He jolted, grabbing the nearest plastic container and running to place it under the half-opened delivery door. Nathalie shook her head at him on the way back, crouching down tapping her hand on a box she needed him to take next. “Sorry, I’m just a bit slow.” He said, shaking his head at himself, grabbing the next case.

“I heard you were on watch duty yesterday, how’d it go?” She curiously asked, crossing her legs and resting her chin on her hand’s. David hesitated to answer her, besides his outing yesterday, both of them hadn’t left the building in over nine months, thing’s with the virus had drastically stepped up since. A vision of the giant brunette’s soft tits bouncing as she stood up flooded his mind.

“It went fine, almost slipped a few times but it was okay overall.” He said running back over, collecting another crate beside her as she smiled at him, her glossy smirking lips catching the sun behind him. “I think someone got a little confidence booster.” She said, raising her eyebrows, playfully mocking him.

David went along with it as he heaved the larger crate along with others, hoping that now she wouldn’t ask any more questions about it. “I watched you sleep like a baby last night. That’s a bit odd for you, normally you’re……a bit…”

“Of a pussy.” He said, unable to take the same criticism he receives from everyone else, the same tired insult thrown at him time and time again, now about to come from someone with her sweet voice.

“David, you know that’s not what I think.” She replied, almost entirely condescending, upsetting David further as he went to grab a large crate at the far end of the truck. When he threw his hand on top of the crate, her gentle touch was against his skin once more, he didn’t have the heart to rip it away from her. “Let me help with this one.” She very sincerely insisted.

Nathalie slid off the end of the truck, letting David pull the crate to the edge, rotating it sideways. On the count of three, they lifted each end walking it over at a slight tilt due to Nathalie’s smaller size. “Is this more medical supplies?” He said surprised as they clunked the crate beneath the door.

“Yeah, it’s a priority right now. Why you’re not gonna complain about having too much medication are you?” She panted, placing her hand on her hip’s.

“No, it’s just that we’ve been running low on food for a while now. And well, we seem to have an abundance of everything else.” He waffled on, becoming distracted by the girl’s faint cameltoe displayed in front.

“You’re right, we should tell Adam to try harder.” She mocked him.

Just that mention of his name always gave David a shiver. He was a scary man even for once having been a doctor previously before the virus. He decided on everything, from the sleeping arrangements, the food they ate, and multiple invasive strip searches.

The only aspect he would take advice on was defence and scouting routes. Everyone here including David and his sister was indebted to his quick thinking and resourcefulness. His structured routine gave them a safe sanctuary from the decay outside. Though after many months of winter with no one communicating what things were like outside, as scouting volunteers had to remain separate from ‘civilians’. David was feeling increasingly more trapped.

However, yesterday’s events provided him with a fair amount of pushback towards those feeling’s, making him appreciate his warm sleeping bag and the high wall’s made up of lines of buses with any bit’s of jagged metal they could find on the opposite side.

“David? It was a joke.” She said, snapping her fingers at him.

“Eh? I know. I was just…thinking.”

She laughed at his continued awkwardness, until around the corner of the depo, accompanied by the sound of screeching tires a line of three other pickup truck’s whizzed up next to them. Faint muffled groans of agony could be heard after they killed their engines.

Lots of guy’s and some girls all wearing thick clothing with backpacks leapt from the back in coordinated chaos. Drawing their attention to the wounded man they had in the truck, whaling in pain with his arms deliriously outstretched towards the sky.

Nathalie stepped up to the truck immediately. She had been volunteering a lot to understand and work with medicine, learning slowly just the basics. She knew it was pretty morbid but she was so curious to see his condition. Though she was obstructed back by a tall blonde woman. “Stop! Don’t touch anything! Just back away!” She shouted.

“I can get stuff if you need it, just tell me!” She responded, not wanting to be useless just standing around. The complete opposite to David, standing still, hardly moving as he watched events play out ahead.

“No, just back up!” The blonde woman shouted, frustrated at Nathalie’s persistence. It was obvious she wanted to place her hand on Nathalie, maybe even push her away.

“Georgia! Relax, go to the strip room’s with the others, it’s not going to take more than four of you to get him off is it!” Snapped a very sharp authoritative voice, walking up from the third vehicle.

His voice gave David a shiver upon realising it was adam. The only one not wearing a backpack. Instead, he wore a thin white coat with a police riot vest on top, by its colour you could almost say he never gets his hands dirty until you look at his brown cargo pants scuffed almost to ruin. He waved away the rest of the group’s getting out of the car’s, sending them under the half-opened depo door.

“Why the fuck is the door blocked with crates!” Adam shouted, watching them awkwardly have to push them inside, along with themselves. David gulped just standing on his own. Adam was not a large man, just average height, but there was a fierceness about him that made him very reactionary, scary most of all because he was not one for empty threats. Even when being yelled at it was best to stay silent.

“Sorry Adam, the night crew forgot about the rest outside. I thought me and David could just move them inside. I’m so sorry.” Nathalie said, clasping her hands together, to go with her innocent tone. David wasn’t the only one who found her soft accent pleasant to listen to, though instead of being a hapless weirdo that stares hanging on her every word. Adam had a routine expression, rarely ever heard by anyone on an odd occasion he wanted to diffuse a situation.

“Okay, but don’t let it happen again alright.” He muttered annoyed, breaking his glare with her quirky head tilt. Closely inspecting the four guys lifting the groaning man, now wrapped tightly in a black sheet off the truck.

“Are you sure I can’t get him something?” Nathalie asked Adams, with David wincing behind her. There’s no way he would ever dream of pestering him with questions.

“Nah, it’s alright. He’s going straight to the sick shack.” He said, calm and dismissive, his arms crossed looking at the mess in the back of the truck. At first, David was surprised at how calm he was being, but it shortly made sense to him, even slightly annoyed at how good Nathalie was at disarming anyone.

Every guy knew Natalie’s name and not just because she was a kind loving person, one time David caught Brian, who used to do the laundry, smelling her underwear. At the time, David didn’t know what to do so said nothing about it, but he must have been careless as he was caught for a second time and reported. It didn’t matter to Adam that he was in his sixties. He was beaten senseless and had to apologise at a group meeting. However, rather than kicking him out, he became the designated caretaker of the sick shack.

A single orange shipping container sat furthest away from the main building. Housing a single infected specimen to study. Brian’s job involved essentially looking after it until Adam decides it should be terminated. And given his close exposure to the thing daily, Brian is made to live out there alongside it. Sleeping in a wonky wooden shack with a metal roof next to it, praying for no rain.

By the time the four guys had carried over the whaling man, Brian had already opened the shipping container. Standing there in his dirty green rain mac with a faint red scar underneath his eye, sighing deeply as knew he would have to get used to hearing the delirious man’s cries.

“What happened to him?” Nathalie asked Adam.

“Something new. More importantly, I need someone to clean these car’s.” He quickly replied, disinterested in conversing any further, moving off to meet with Brian. Locking the many chains he was responsible for.

“Oh, me and David could do it?”

“No, not with that timid dickhead!” He shouted, unaware that he was there. Nathalie swung round, wincing on David’s behalf, imploring him not to take it personally. David just nodded passively, attempting an almost smile accepting the trade of an insult rather than a task.

As their unpleasant exchange ended with cringed face’s, a screech from the depo door lifting fully behind them had tall blonde Georgia standing below it, sun glowing on her face squinting out at Adam.

“Where’s the key to the strip room!” She shouted at Adam, backpack removed. Her woodland camo fleece was half unzipped, Letting the cool air reach her heavy cleavage, reddened slightly from hours of constricted hold. Compensation for the lack of a sport’s bra though added a new problem of sweat underneath her heavy jugs.

“Fuck me!” Adam groaned loudly, walking his way back throwing his arms up frustrated. Even though David could be slow sometimes. When it came to Adam’s behaviour, he was pretty quick at determining the difference between his usual rants and when there was something more behind them.

‘He shouts a lot but it’s rare to see him physically gesture with it. his face too, more animated than normal.’ Mulling over his action’s, David felt a tiny bit of satisfaction. Finally glimpsing a chink in this man’s armour, who until now seemed impervious to the pressure’s of leadership.

“I know where it is!” David blurted out, scaring even himself. It seemed watching Adam in a flustered state gave him a small amount of confidence. However, it was extremely short-lived as the second Adams blue eyes locked in his direction he felt the cold air around him sinking him back to reality.

“Then why are you not getting it then.” He replied slowly, his familiar icy tone reaching into his soul, as though he was communicating with him telepathically. Wide-eyed, David turned like he was in a trance walking as if he had just shit himself, making his way over to Georgia. At a rounded six foot, she possessed all the impatience of Adam, though her ample bouncy chest melted any aura of intimidation she hoped to possess.

In comparison to Adam, she was a joke to David. He didn’t even notice her frowning face as he walked by. Her boobs were just far too prominent not to have a small passing glance at instead. Being shorter at five-eight also helps his confidence when peeking at the top of her soft Valley, just the kinda rack he wanted to bury his face in and bask in its warm glory.

Inside, he jogged his way over to a grey store cupboard, opening it slightly just enough to reach his hand in, grabbing a few keys on a small chain, hung on the wall. When he turned around Georgia had her hand already outstretched, wiggling her long dry finger’s for him to hand it over.

“You wanna do it?” David asked, quietly surprised, carefully shifting focus from her pale green eyes down to little faint drops of sweat, plunging between her cleavage.

“Naaah! I want you to hold my hand.” She replied spitefully, repeating her previous gesture, staring at the key’s David held.

“Well… if you’re being sent to the strip rooms, only designated non-scout members are permitted to…”

“Fine, just hurry up.” She sighed, following David in silence round to the back of the building. More plastic curtains hung out in front of them, silhouettes of the waiting members already inside, shuffling about. The sound of gear being tossed with their moans of frustration fired up Georgia’s desire to lead.

“I’ll get them in line, you just worry about that door.” She said, quickening her pace. David rolled his eyes, ‘worry? It’s a few keys in a lock, I think I can handle the pressure.’ His face turned bright red, from having been called out yesterday and now being further patronized today, it started to awaken a lot of buried anger he felt towards his admittedly more useful companions, who were getting far too comfortable taking easy shots.

Georgia especially, ever since she started shagging Adam she had been nothing but a nightmare. A weak imitation of him that would be intolerable if it wasn’t for her soft bosoms always on display when she lectures. Though as they both entered through the thick plastic sheets, David quickly had to get control of himself seeing many partially naked men and women holding their clothes, losing patience.

“Finally.” Said a large bearded man at the back.

“Alright everyone, just settle down.” She said, giving her best impression of Adams cold efficient tone, whilst casually slipping her hair into a ponytail, clearing her throat to give further instruction.

“Fuck off Georgia, it’s because you we’re all standing here!” A guy yelled, dropping his bag at his feet.

“You’re the one who needs to settle down the next time you’re told to wait!” Yelled another man, sat on the floor as he took off his shoe.

David was taking much pleasure in listening to various members complain about Georgia’s behaviour. So much so that he slowed down when unlocking the strip room door, cracking a smile at the many jabs taken against her. With each passing one slowly chipping away at her fake persona.

By the time he had unlocked the door, turned on the lights and stood flat against the wall beside it. She was reduced to utter silence, standing at the back of the line that formed of its own Accord. A few awkward moments passed, just mild buzzing light fixtures swaying gently in a draft created from a squeaky vent up high until a short woman at the front of the queue subtly waved her hand in front of David’s eye line.

“Are you conducting our examination?” She asked quietly, pointing at him. “Oh,” he said in response, timid as ever he moved away from the door, not breaking eye contact with her, pointing over to the plastic curtains. “I’ll… get my sister.”

“Come on man, he wants most of us back out there!” Shouted a topless pale man behind her.

“Yeah, we need to get a move on!” Insisted the large bearded man. Their disapproving looks seemed to swell, the last thing David wanted was for them to start on him as they did to Georgia. Who still stood at the back displeased, arms held crossed underneath her now cold chest, refusing to pay any attention to the situation.

“Okay,” he said with no confidence, returning to the door amongst many impatient shuffling and foot-tapping. “There should be a clipboard of our names and photos for reference inside.” Said the short woman, winking and nodding her head as she unzipped her blue puffy coat.

When inside, he parted two thick rubbery pieces of material into a naturally well-lit room, more translucent plastic curtains covered the windows and grey walls forming something similar to that of a hospital ward, though instead of blue curtains and beds. Either side funnelled you straight ahead and to the right, into a rectangular room with two chairs at the end.

Behind them was a clipboard with ruffled pages. ‘No pen?’ he thought, picking it up and taking a seat. A long list of names beautifully hand-drawn in a grid was on top with something thicker underneath. Folding the pages over, a collection of photographs paperclipped to the side held David’s attention. The first was a slightly overexposed image of a man’s hairy leg with a frightening amount of purple discolouration over his thigh.

David took a brief moment to process his disgust before his curiosity for more took over. Removing the paperclip he quickly flicked through image after image. It didn’t take him long to realise that the images seemed to be in order of date, beginning with autopsy photos down to printed A4 pictures, the level of quality seemingly decreasing with each one.

The next one had a skinny girl’s pelvis on show, her crotch completely blackened with faint red veins surfaced around it. Another was a picture of those neon green tentacles sprawled out on the floor dead.

“You know that you’re not supposed to be the one getting naked in there right!?” Shouted an impatient man outside. “Shit, errh next… I mean ready!”

While fumbling with the photographs the silhouette of the short woman entered through the rubbery black material, stopping in the corridor beginning to strip. David watched briefly through the translucent plastic as she began to take her puffy blue coat off with the news finally hitting David. ‘Oh my god, I’m gonna see everybody naked’.

The thought hit him in two ways, one of excitement for getting to see the girls and one of sudden nausea for all of the droopy ball sacks he would have to look at.

Gazing down at the next photo in his hand, the subject of a nude woman sat in a chair, her head was not visible though that was not the primary focus of the image. The woman’s breasts had swollen greatly larger, to the point where they were resting on her lap, green and purple veins laced her skin as her arms around them struggled to hold them together. David was so enthralled by the image he did not notice the short girl had lightly trodden her way in front of him. She reminded him with a gentle cough.

When he looked up, surprisingly he did well to fix his gaze firmly to her brown eyes, avoiding the obvious temptations below. However, the grace period was gradually slipping away so it was time to begin the inspection. Standing from the chair at least three inches taller than her, he asked for her name, holding the clipboard almost level to his face.

“Sarah.” She replied, lightly scratching her forearm as David scrolled for her name. Once finding her name he tapped it slightly pondering what to do next. “What’s your name?” She asked, attempting to alleviate the pressure of his first time. “It’s David,” he replied, followed by more silence.

“This is awkward as fuck David, please move it along. There’s a torch on that chair, you can use that.” From her tone, she was losing patience. Once again his timidness was proving to be a thorn in peoples sides. Grabbing the torch she spoke of, he shined it at various parts of her toned figure with the intent to do his job without any further aggravation to her.

Now released from an awkward barrier he scanned his eyes freely all over her petite body, feeling a hot rush of nerves and guilty excitement. Even though she did not have the most significant chest area his eyes still instantly preyed upon them, studying her fragile frame, hastily using the torch to mask his primal stare. He swapped angles pointlessly many times to make it seem like he was genuinely looking at something other than her small boobs rising and falling on her observable rib cage.

“Sorry,” he muttered as he shined the light too high at her face.

Fearing aggravating her. David circled round to the back, making sure to keep his torch up high, to convince her he didn’t just immediately dive straight towards her butt. And in fairness, he did start his gaze at her narrow shoulders. Though led with mild resistance by her smooth parallel back muscles squeezed adjacently on either side of her low spine, he quickly drifted onto her small ass.

Like before he moved from side to side keeping the illusion in his mind that this made it okay. She was easy to inspect overall, pale and smooth from top to bottom. Making it obvious she was uninfected, with only a few scars around her calves but no discolouration. She was such a fragile-looking woman making him think about his ineptitude towards venturing outside the depo, if someone smaller and presumably weaker could manage it then why not himself.

“Okay,” he said, taking a deep breath, removing the grey beanie on top of his head letting the heat escape.

“Cool, you could be a tad bit quicker next time though.” She replied.

Sarah’s attitude sounded like genuine advice, however, David refused to accept that there wasn’t a small buried amount of frustration behind her words. Being unfamiliar with a lot of the scouting members also made it difficult to feel bad for her, mostly he had only seen them come down for meals, swap guard shifts or wake him up in the morning when they went to leave. So all he could think about was how much he was going to use that mental image later tonight awkwardly in his sleeping bag, the thoughts he had of Nathalie were getting a bit dull, there’s only so many times he could cum to some filled out leggings, no matter how well they were worn.

Soon after she got dressed and left he got much quicker with his searches, thanks in large to the fact that most of them were men and in significantly poorer condition. Most had a fair amount of hair making it difficult to see their bare skin underneath, some also smelt noticeably bad. Almost stopping him from doing his job correctly and simply saying you’re fine, there were many double-takes from David, unsure of what he was looking at first, though after checking a considerable number of people he started to settle into a somewhat confident rhythm, although still going far too slow for many of them.

Between every search he found himself going over the photographed images again, slowly coming to terms that these things were out there and that he needed to get acquainted with looking at them. He had missed so much from being cooped up inside, hidden from all the death and chaos of those awful summer months. Safely ignoring the whispers of new developments through fall. To eventually end up feeling as though he was living in some kind of limbo, never changing, never progressing. Merely performing the same routine over and over again.

As the next silhouette entered through the rubber curtains, David was relieved to see that it was another girl. Her long purple-dyed ends of grown out black hair falling behind her as she unfurled her tight white t-shirt off her slender upper body, gave him a huge relief.

Until thin black markings, visible through the translucent plastic on her bare arm, had him worried for a few moments. However, they were far too neat and didn’t look raised at all, so relaxed quickly in summary that they were likely a tattoo of some sort.

David continued to watch diligently as she rolled her thick reseda green sports leggings down to her ankles, making the slightest sound of pitter-pattering with her bare feet against the cold floor while freeing them from the tight fabric. When she stepped her way round into the room, David was able to freely meet eyes with all of her as she still had her oddly matched underwear on. Her nervous expression instantly faced him with another awkward interaction.

“I want to take them off, only when you need to look there.” She mumbled quietly with much fear in her eyes, as if she did not expect to get away with her request.

“That’s fine,” David replied reassuringly. Standing from his chair once more, meeting her in the centre. “Is your name Alyce?” He said, pretending to search the long list of names, having already made a mental note of all the girls he could spot after encountering so many men. She nodded reluctantly, looking at her feet below refusing to make eye contact, faint dimples under her tired eyes and dirt around the edges of her face, signifying there was an element of distress that she was suffering from, going beyond the awkwardness of their current interaction.

“Will this take long?” She said smiling nervously, revealing a British accent underneath her mumbling. It was odd to David, she was cute and assumed she was of foreign descent despite appearing white at first glance, but never would have guessed from England, more south Asian descended, most likely a mix of white and something of that nature rolled into one. The thick eyebrows, along with Her coffee brown eyes were the only subtle giveaway. He snapped out of thought after noticing them fluttering at him, awaiting a response. Unlike last time he would try his best not to be so flustered, he was annoying even himself noticing his own dumb open mouth expression.

“How many tattoos do you have?” He asked sternly, acting like he was too preoccupied with his search to offer a reply. “Four. Two on my arms, one on my thigh and one on my back.” She sharply responded, her quick reply not giving David any time to think about any other questions. So after glancing intently, down past her flat tummy and deep belly button he took much admiration to the girl’s lean legs, stretching her grey elastic underwear tightly. Her smooth raised bump was centred in the middle, leaving little to the imagination. He thought about asking her for her age, as a way of covering up the sound of his breathing, though he did not have the skills to find an organic method. She seemed to be around the same age as David, most likely in her very early twenties.

It was too soon for him to start asking for her to strip fully. And the last thing he wanted to do was to have to ask her twice. Circling behind her, following the rounded curves of her hips, he held no reservations holding his gaze on her ass, her taut cheeks were clearly defined by the sunken elastic held deep within her crack. He let out a silent wow once he stood directly behind her, all those scouting runs she was on had blessed her with a strong athletic figure. From the back, he also spotted her tattoo over her spine, a simple sketch of the DNA helix sat vertically upon her upper back, partially obscured by her sports blue bra.

“Right… I’m ready for you to… You know.” He muttered, he was a little preemptively excited, unable to prepare himself for the view he was about to see. Watching her from the back, giving a gentle nod and a quick sigh of anxious preparation as she dug her thumbs into the tight elastic, peeling the clinging fabric down to her knees, finding it difficult not to spread her ass when leaning forward doing so. Perhaps if David was being more respectful he would have looked away once he saw it was clean, however, it was a great view, exactly what David wanted to see from Nathalie.

The way the centre held onto the fabric for merely that little bit extra, giving the slow reveal to the bottom of her moist puffy lips. Without the internet, a sight like this was a treasure. He could find nothing wrong with it, he hoped to stain the image into his mind, a guilt-free image he could masturbate to, this was technically his job after all. When he adjusted his stance he noticed he had an erection in his pants. He quickly needed to stall, so pretending he saw something on her lower calf, he rearranged himself as he crouched down, flattening his boner against his thigh.

Alyce noticed him crouching to the side of her, an expression on the side of her face had disdain written all over it. This method was supposed to make his inspection quicker and more comfortable for herself, though as always, whenever a man is doing the inspection, it seems to take that little bit longer than the guys. After awkwardly squeezing his thighs, for a good few seconds, David was finally ready to step in front of Alyce to take a look at her crotch. It was tidy and tucked away with no visible signs of infection.

Panning his eyes up to her face, he realised it was flush red, embarrassed or annoyed with her underwear around her knees. “Everythings good down there,” he said, nodding, making it seem more official. She pulled up her underwear promptly. “Oh, and now the top.” He said far too confidently, accompanied by an irritable smile.

Alyce made stiff eye contact with David as she lifted the navy blue sports bra, freeing her small perky breasts that held their posture underneath her arms. She clutched the bra just high enough, ready to put it back down. “Quickly yeah.” She insisted, her eyes wide with disappointment as her attempt to make things more comfortable for herself had failed due to David’s leering.

He held his gaze at her soft chest for no longer than was necessary, she was perfect. He couldn’t help but think about it. Even though it was Nathalie he fantasized the most about, he was just a horny young adult and often wondered if the only reason he even liked Nathalie at all, was due to their close sleeping arrangements. It wasn’t as though they necessarily had anything in common, more so it was just the twang in his pants that first convinced him he must be in love, though clearly through this new experience he was finding out he had no sense of loyalty to her.

“I’m truly sorry, they look great… I mean they’re fine… you can get dressed now.” David’s fumbling hadn’t earned him any pity, he could tell from her heavy nasal breathing, she was pissed, restraining herself from saying something. While she got dressed, David stood with the clipboard in front of his red face tapping the edge, contemplating whether or not he should say sorry again. However, the way she was wrenching on those sports leggings made him think otherwise.

“I know it’s your first time and that, but when I can feel you staring into my asshole it gets quite uncomfortable.” She snapped, the sharp British tone sounding like a bitter school teacher, disappointed in her student with just enough politeness to make him feel awful. In typical fashion, he could think of things to say, however getting them out there was his pitfall so stood quietly watching her leave.

After calling for the next person he sat down feeling the heat from the sun blaring in through the rectangular windows in front. His head had been swirling with lots of naked dudes imprinted on the inside of his eyelids. ‘I pray that Georgia’s next’, he sighed, it would not only mark the end of his job but it would also be a deep palette cleanser. Though after listening to the rustling of the plastic around him for a generous amount of time, David called again to yet more bitter silence.

Putting down the clipboard he got up to poke his head through the black curtains, scanning a white waiting room that was completely vacant, not a backpack or shoe insight. The disappointment was his first thought, surprising as although his job was now over he only wondered what Georgia’s breasts would have looked like. ‘Guess maybe she couldn’t tolerate giving me the satisfaction of seeing them’, he smirked, turning off the strip room lights locking up behind him.

As he did so, his perverted thoughts about not getting to see her naked began to take on a new perspective, one that started to trouble him. ‘Maybe she’s infected and realised I would see it, so just left?’ David finished locking the door and exited between the plastic curtains, ignoring the thought, trying to shake it off as nothing more than a sad justification to see her nude, however, his timidness does come with an unhealthy amount of overthinking which quickly led him to worry.

“Fuck, Adams always banging on about following the rules. But they’re fucking? If I tell on her, won’t it come off worse for me? Rules are rules, he can’t just ignore them in a moment of his choosing, he’ll understand if I tell him.”

“But he hates me, he’ll never give me the time of day?” He mumbled continuing his awkward ramble as he came back around the corner, witnessing Nathalie moving the crates of medical supplies to the grey storecupboard. When she laid eyes on him she thought nothing of his flustered expression, it was too common of sight to give a big reaction to.

“Nathalie, you haven’t seen Georgia by any chance have you?” He asked sheepishly, startled by the cold air rushing in from outside the door behind them.

“She’s outside with Adam getting ready to go out again. Say, can you help me get the rest of this in here?” She asked pleasantly awaiting David to grip the opposite side of a heavy crate. Her smile sharply disappeared watching David stand staring outside at brian cleaning one of the three pickup trucks the group arrived on. His posture was awkward due to the exorbitant amount of raggedy protective gear wrapped tightly around his face.

“Oh yeah, we’re low on fuel now so their expedition is going to have to be on foot. Georgia’s not happy about it.” She said, rolling her eyes before tapping the crate lightly with her fingernails hoping to draw David’s attention back to her.

“Why, what did she say? Did she look okay? Did she seem off?”

Nathalie sighed as she stood up, knowing how emotional he could get. “What small mild thing have you done now that I have to remind you that no one will care about?” David sighed also, Nathalie was nothing but nice to him but the way she looked at him like he was a baby that scratched his knee running around, made him realise that he had no ounce of Independence about him. It was Georgia he needed to speak to and it was Georgia he was going to talk to.

Maintaining contact with her shiny hazel eyes he drifted lightly towards the open door watching her develop a frown.” I’ll… be right back” he said, pointing at her as he dipped around the corner sprinting the direction the trucks came from. The months of inactivity had left his sprint in an embarrassing state, every step was far too heavy, placing more shock on his heels than necessary. He needed it though as the wind was blistering cold, the ground icy enough to easily slip on, stopping too suddenly could make him lose the weak amount of traction beneath his worn boots.

Round the corner scouts with their warm breath emanating above them stood next to the main entrance. The group was quiet as they had the large original metal gate swung open, only some debate of how far it needed to be open could be heard over the sound of his dumb footsteps in route. David’s anxiety struck him like a club, immediately getting him to quiet his heavy-footing, the thought of them all turning round to glare at his flushed red face almost in collapse from running mere metres, had him slow down to tackle his heavy breathing.

At the back of the group, he found the large bearded man who he now knew to be Bert, towering over everyone. His huge backpack making him look like he was carrying a trash can with him. Oddly enough, he was the one out of all of the group David felt most comfortable talking to, He seemed friendly when chatting to him naked. A boisterous nature about him combined with the fact he looked like a younger Santa Claus with his darker beard hair and big belly made him easily approachable.

Tugging him lightly on his sleeve, he waited for him to spot him down below, although being on somewhat friendly terms. Now that David had shown up unprompted, breaking Bert’s concentration as he prepared for the on-foot expedition, he didn’t greet him with the same rowdy manner as before. “Huh? What the fuck are you doing?” He said rather rudely, muffled through his thick beard.

“I… need to speak with Georgia.” He staggered out of breath.

“Well then go talk to her then,” he replied.

Bert was looking right through David trying to calm his nerves, such a big guy like this being shook reminded him of where he was standing. As the group shuffled out ahead, he could see a cracked and withered cityscape, Eerie dark voids replacing most of the windows. Their ominous crevices filling David’s mind with horrific claustrophobic terrors.

The sight made him stop dead. He had not seen this side of the street since he first arrived, he thought even then it was in a bad way. Now it was almost unrecognisable. Having this measured contrast fester in his mind shocked him ‘I’m not ready for any of this,’ he told himself as he watched a few members begin to close the gate.