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A Palisade Author story from MrDouble's archive, 
Filename: apocaly7.txt
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story_codes: MMM+/gg (10, 6), semi-cons, non-cons

story_intro: It's a day like any other as two little girls are pimped in a dusty outpost of civilization in the aftermath of the walking dead rising. But it takes a hellish turn that leaves the young sisters at the mercy of unrelenting hunger.


story_language: English





Apocalypse Road: Something in the Blood

Written by madvlad


	The End, when it came, got pulled over for traffic violations...

	"Oh shit! Shit shit shitshitshitshit!" Bo screamed as he held his bleeding hand. "This shit is real!"

	Tim knew. He had seen it. Some guy - no one they knew - was staggering like a drunk and looked much worse. Some sort of zombie thing going around. But it may have been some kind Hollywood stunt - publicity for a big zombie movie or something - after what happened at the Academy Awards a couple of days ago.

	So anyway, this guy suddenly lurches at the two of them. Bo put his hand out keep the guy from falling on him and then the guy bit Bo on the hand, taking out a pretty good chunk of meat in the process. 

	Tim and Bo worked for a landscaping company and had been digging holes in a customer's yard to prepare for an afternoon delivery of some small trees. Looking into the guy's - no, the thing's - dead-eyed, gray face told Tim this was the real thing. Taking his shovel, he commenced to beating the thing backwards. It did move back, but would then try to come after Tim again, undeterred by the damage Tim had done to his ribs. 

	According to zombie movies, you had to go for the head and Tim changed his attack. The thing went down on the first blow but immediately tried to get up. Frantically, Tim thwacked the thing's head with the shovel blade until it was reduced to a chunky brain-and-bone stew with the body no longer moving, Tim hustled his friend into his pick-up truck and roared off. 

	Bo gradually stopped shrieking and finally slumped forward, resting his face on the dashboard. Tim slapped him on the shoulder.

	"That's right, stay calm, ol' buddy. We'll be at the hospital before you know it."

	Then Bo sat upright.

	"A bit early to be drinking, boys," Deputy Ernest Barnes muttered as he watched the pick-up truck swerving wildly as it roared past, throwing a few gardening tools from the bed's side racks and into the road.

	Barnes hit his lights and roared after in pursuit. It didn't take long to confirm that the driver was drunk as the truck kept careening from side to side and onto the grass on either side of the road. Through the cab's rear window, he spotted two figures moving wildly inside. The bastards were probably having a barroom brawl right there in a moving vehicle. Finally, the vehicle slowed without braking, drifting off the road and stopping with a metallic crunch as one corner caught a speed limit sign.

	Getting from his cruiser, Barnes checked his pad of citations - there was going to be plenty of them written this morning. Pulling his belt up over the stubborn extra thirty pounds he carried on his middle, he ambled up to idling truck.

	"Why don't you boys come out and peacefully, you hear?" he called.

	The passenger door opened first and Barnes could see a figure tumbling out. As he approached the driver's door, it opened and something from a horror movie came out. One side of its face was ripped open and the arm was also pretty bloody.

	Stunned for a moment, Barnes cursed himself for falling for such a trick. First there was that weird thing at the Oscars, but what else could you expect from California. Now this clown was trying to pull a fast one, but he was about to learn that he was a long way from Tinsel Town - one hell of a long way. 

	Oh, and now Barnes could see the other guy was made up the same way, but with a bloody hand and a bloodier mouth. Sighing, he pulled out his ticket book. What some idiots would try to do to get out of a fine...

	
Ten Years Later

	Keaton saw the sign for the Kingsport Outpost and veered right after passing a long-abandoned pick-up truck and police cruiser. He had never been to this place, but he had been to plenty of others just like it - a small collection of buildings from a small town's downtown that had been scoured of walking dead and offered a few comforts like booze, hot food, and marginally comfortable beds. 

	They would take gold or silver and other barter as needed. Keaton would likely keep his metal and use the third form of payment as he had them in the back seat of his multi-fuel conversion car. They were sisters he had acquired in a poker game two years ago - Mattie was ten years old now and Sally six. But he considered them a pair of walking credit cards with cunts.

	Mattie had been well-broken in by the time he had got her, which was convenient since it saved a lot of screaming and fussing during transaction or when he wanted to entertainment for himself. Sally was still a work in progress although she could earn her keep now. 

	A wall of stacked cars surrounded the place and Keaton remained quiet as guards searched the vehicle, including the trunk. With a nod, one of the guards told him he could move in. After parking, Keaton strode into what was obviously the saloon with the girls following behind him. 

	The children wore faded dresses, rubbed thin in certain places. The collar of Mattie's slightly over-large garment hung low on her thin chest and would have shown plenty of cleavage if she had been older. Both girls were grimy from the road, their brown hair hanging in limp tangles as they followed their master.

	While Keaton was never particularly nice to them, he had never been overly abusive either as long as they behaved. It wasn't much of life, but Keaton did offer protection in a world that would have otherwise consumed them in several different ways. As it was, the eyes of several men from other tables looked hungry as they observed the little females and imagined what they must feel like beneath their shapeless clothing.

	Approaching the bar, Keaton approached a well-fed man who was obviously the proprietor. Two other men bearing a resemblance to him were also behind the bar - obviously a family business.

	"How much for a room and a supper - and a bottle of hooch," Keaton asked. 

	"Metal or barter?" the man replied.

	"Barter," Keaton answered, tilting his head to the small pair beside him.

	The owner looked at the girls and pointed to Mattie.

	"That will be one fuck each for me and my brothers."

	"Okay," Keaton agreed.

	"The name's Reggie, by the way," the man said as he placed a bottle and a key on the bar in front of Keaton. "Just ask for me if you need anything else - I'm sure we can work a trade. Rooms are upstairs - you've got number seven. Dinner's ham and peas - will have it ready in another couple of hours. No plumbing in the rooms and the outhouse is in back."

	Keaton nodded as he opened the bottle.

	Reggie came out from behind the bar and took Mattie by the arm. She did not resist as he pulled her to an unoccupied table. When the girl started to pull up her dress, Reggie stopped her.

	"No, I want to see you get naked from the top down," he said with a heavy breath. "Take it real slow so we can all enjoy the show."

	Chairs scraped on the floor as the other patrons angled for a better look. Unconcerned, Keaton took a swig from his bottle. In a mostly lawless world, one of the unwritten rules in places like this is that no one would try to screw someone else over - at least not by force. That would lead to violence and there was no telling who would side with - or betray - whom. It was simply a matter of survival.

	Sally watched mutely as her sister prepared to do what she did often. Unfastening the two buttons below her collar, Mattie shrugged her shoulders and arms free of the dress and held it to lower it slowly like Reggie had told her. The thin cloth slid to her belly, revealing the girl's nipples which had become slightly puffy no more than a month ago. It was the only hint of maturity on Mattie's meager figure but Reggie licked his lips as he reached for them.

	Mattie gulped as the man's fingers squeezed and tugged on her tiny nubbins. After a minute or so, he seemed satisfied and signaled her to continue undressing. 

	"What were you playing with, Reggie?" one of the men at a table asked. "That girl's got nothing there."

	"Nope, she's just starting to spout," Reggie corrected him. "Not enough to call 'em tits yet, but they're really cute on this little whore. Oh, now this is really nice."

	Reggie focused on Mattie's crotch after the girl let the dress fall to the floor. Hawking some spit into his hand, he rubbed the ten year-old's hairless mons, making her jerk and gasp as he roughly shoved a spit-covered finger into her slit. 

	"Damn, this is what I love about these little baldies," Reggie huffed. "They're so fucking good and tight!"

	Reggie picked Mattie up and laid her on a table. The girl lay still as he pulled his erection free of his pants and folded her legs up against her chest. Mattie's smooth little twat was perfectly exposed and positioned and Reggie promptly plugged her snug hole with his prick. Despite her years as a fuck toy, the ten year-old's elastic fuck tube still required some effort to get into. With every hard thrust from Reggie, Mattie grunted as her pussy yielded a little further. She did not scream or cry as experience had taught her that these were of no use.

	As Reggie rutted into the preteen with forceful strokes, some of the other men regarded the younger sister.

	"How much for the little one?" a man asked Keaton.

	"Two ounces silver for her mouth and five will get you her ass," he replied calmly. "I doubt any of you gents have the gold for her cherry, so the cunt's off-limits until one of the barons up north gets to pop her."

	Several men put their coins on the tables and Sally proceeded to make her rounds, bringing the silver back to Keaton between each man. The girl had become quite adept at fellatio as Keaton could personally testify. Her lips clamped on the hardened shafts while she bobbed her head, taking a respectable length of dick in her mouth - all the way to the back without choking. And she knew how to press her tongue just right, sliding along the length of the rod as she moved and twirling her tiny mouth muscle all over the glans when her head was moved back.

	None of the men lasted long before spewing their semen into the little girl's mouth. Sally swallowed everything, knowing at even her young age not to pass up any source of nutrition.

	As Reggie emptied his balls into Mattie's body, one of the other man slapped five pieces of silver on the table. Sally whimpered as her dress was pulled off and she was thrown face down on the table. Like her sister, she wore no panties as they only got in the way. There was another man at the table dozing off when Sally's head thumped in front of him. He stirred, snorting and squinted at the girl and the mostly empty bottle near him.

	"Gotta piss," he mumbled and rose unsteadily from the table. 

	"Take a piss for me, Jimmy," the man pushing his saliva into Sally's ass called. "I've got other things to do with my dick right now."

	Jimmy mumbled something as the other men laughed and ambled out the door leading to the saloon's back lot. Unlike Mattie, Sally did cry when the man forced his prick through her tiny anus. He gripped her little ass cheeks harshly, pulling them wide so he could watch his hard-on sink into the six year-old's juicy rectum. One he was in enough, he moved his hands to her hips, bruising her there next as he commenced to full-scale sodomy on the child.

	Mattie felt bad for her sister, but could do little as the man reamed Sally's baby ass, making her rump flesh jiggle as her pounded her. One of Reggie's two brothers was now burrowing his cock into Mattie's fuck-slick pussy while he played with puffy little nipples.

	Sally groaned as her colon was washed with her man's hot jism. She heard the jingle of more silver and in short time had another man stretching her anal sheath. Jimmy returned from outside, staggering even worse before he collapsed in his chair. He stayed there, his head hung low and paying no attention to the six year-old being butt-fucked right in front of him. 

	When he suddenly looked up, Sally could see blood on his shirt and his eyes were very wrong. The suddenly gray skin of his face stretched as his mouth opened wide. Sally tried to yell but the driving cock in her bottom made it hard to get the breath and she was only able to scream once Jimmy seized her arm and bit into it.

	"Gawddamn!" one of the men shouted.

	Rather than tearing the flesh from Sally's arm, Jimmy opened his mouth and let the girl jerk her limb away. He stared at her oddly with his dead eyes before his head disintegrated under a wasp-like flight of bullets from various guns.

	"Chad!" Reggie barked. "Go out to the gate and tell those assholes to get to work. We've got a biter out there - must've got Jimmy."

	The man inside Sally's ass had been as stunned as everywhere else, but the snug grip of the six year-old's ass had kept him hard and he rammed into the sobbing child until he soiled her bowels with more scalding cream. After the man pulled out, Reggie eyed the little girl with interest as the semen leaked from her reddened bung hole.

	"That little cunt of hers won't be worth shit once she turns - which should be any minute now," he said as he unzipped his fly. "So I might as well have it while it's still warm."

	"Just one fucking minute," Keaton hissed, resting his hand on his holstered pistol in warning. "First your shitty security makes me lose her and now if you think you can just have a free piece of -"

	Keaton's sentence remained unfinished after one of Reggie's brothers slammed a shotgun butt into the back of his head. Keaton dropped to the floor, unconscious and some of the other men murmured uneasily. 

	Taking stock of the situation, Reggie knew that the unwritten rule had been breached, however slightly. But he knew how to handle this. Pointing to Mattie who was still naked on the table watching in horror, he said, "That one's on the house, boys."

	Mattie cried out for her sister but her only response was another man's prick punching into her oozing, hairless twat. This time she fought, trying to break free to reach Sally, but more hands pinned her down and the ten year-old could only wail helplessly as the man savagely hunched between her legs.

	Tearing a bar towel into strips, Reggie gagged Sally's mouth to keep her from biting him once she became undead. He was surprised but pleased she hadn't gone yet as he yanked her little legs apart. The fleshy labia of her bald twatlet parted slightly from the extreme splayed angle of her thighs, showing a bit of pinkness before the head of Reggie's dick pressed into it. The six year-old's tiny opening looked pitiful compared to the man's cock, but this was not a place of pity.

	Sally shrieked as Reggie slammed his engorged member through her fragile maidenhead. The little girl's immature pussy could not withstand the thrusting assault that tore past the bleeding remains of her virginity and her narrow sheath was pulled wide and taut, straining around the cock that had brutally ended her last bit of innocence.

	"Not many girls get to die with a cunt full of cock," Reggie said with a leer. "Of course, you have to understand that no one else in here's gonna put their dicks in your mouth now."

	Reggie heaved in and out of the screaming six year-old, making the blood squelch from her snatch. As he raped the tot, he expected to see the light fade from her eyes and the inevitable pallor bloom in her face. But her eyes kept producing tears and her face remained flushed as he used her like a shantytown whore, tearing into her tender cuntlet until he pumped his sperm into the tiny sex organs that could not process them.

	"Shit," he panted. "This little bitch must love cock because she doesn't want to go yet."

	Laughing, another man thrust into the Sally's tight cunny, making the fresh girl meat surrender again to a new invader. 

	Mattie barely felt the spew of more semen in her own abused cunt as another man finished inside of her. She was staring at the soft little form of her baby sister as the next man hammered between the forcibly spread legs. 

	The shouting of other men grew behind her, but she didn't understand what it was about until she smelled the odor of the walking dead as they scrabbled at the table. Turning her head, she saw more than a dozen pouring in from the back door. Some went down from the gunfire of the men, but there were soon too many.

	Keaton was just regaining consciousness as a woman wearing a soiled polyester nurse's uniform descended upon him and removed much of his throat with her teeth. Numbed by horror, Mattie didn't scream anymore as grayish hands pulled her off the table. She felt teeth sinking into her shoulder and the terror faded to nothingness.

	She heard wetness. Lots of it - wet and tearing sounds. 

	Blinking, Mattie sat up, surrounded by undead as they feasted on the dismembered corpses of the men. She scratched at her itching shoulder and then jerked her head to look at it when she remembered the bite. All there was were now scabs showing where the teeth had punctured. Mattie wondered how long she had been unconscious and knew it couldn't have been long since the bodies of the men were still...fresh.

	Her stomach threatened to revolt as the girl unsteadily stood. Some of the zombies turned to look at her, staring a moment before returning to their gory meal. Mattie limped toward the table where she saw Sally lying. Although her sister's back was to her, Mattie could see the shallow rise and fall that meant Sally was still breathing. 

	When Mattie touched her shoulder, Sally jerked and turned, about to scream. She was still gagged and remained still while Mattie undid the cloth. 

	"Are they going to eat us?" Sally whispered. 

	Even the soft noise of the girl's voice was heard by the creatures who only paused to look at the girls for a moment before ignoring them again.

	"I guess not," Mattie said as she brushed her fingers over the scabs on Sally's arm from where Jimmy had bit her. The dried and clotted blood fell away, showing only pink teeth marks on the healing skin. Mattie had a vague memory of some time back when she and Sally had parents. Sally had only been a baby and Mattie had been younger than Sally was now. There had brightly lit rooms and men and women in long white coats. And there was talk about her and Sally being different, somehow special. 

	Sally's discarded dress was drenched with blood and Mattie saw no signs of her own - mostly likely somewhere under the carcasses being consumed. Helping her sister off the table, Mattie took her hand and led her outside. There were plenty of zombies moving no more as they sported grievous head wounds. But here were more gnawing at the remains of the men who had been outside. And like inside the saloon, the zombies did nothing more than look at them.

	Naked, the two young girls walked through the small grid of streets and the few buildings that had once been a safe compound. It was autumn and Mattie knew she'd have to find something for the two of them to wear. And they would need food and a place to stay but she hoped it wouldn't have to be here. They passed through the now open gate to look and were returning to go back inside before a voice hissed at them.

	"Hey!"

	Mattie looked and saw someone in body armor crouched low, waving them over. Hoping for rescue, she took Sally over and the person led them around the corner of an abandoned post office. Mattie was surprised to see more soldiers, men and women. There were also two sturdy armored vehicles, each sporting a blue, white and gold symbol she recognized as the seal of Kansas City - a place she had heard of that sounded almost mystical. She couldn't read the lettering to identify the K and C of the long defunct baseball team, the Kansas City Royals. Nor did she know how that had been co-opted by the city's king as a coat of arms. For that matter, she had no idea what baseball was. One of the men, sporting insignia on his collar that Mattie didn't understand, approached them.

	"How did you do that?" he asked.

	"Huh?"

	"How did you walk around with none of the Z's going after you?"

	"I don't know. My sister and me, we were bit when they came in and nothing happened. Oh, it's almost better!"

	The soldier leaned over and looked at Mattie's bare shoulder, seeing the faint white pattern that had been definitely made by teeth. Sally was showing another soldier her arm with the white marks from her bit virtually gone.

	Captain Stiles straightened up and took stock of the situation. He was leading an expedition to map areas well outside of Kansas City's zone of control and to see what undiscovered supplies remained untouched. What he had here were a pair of nude little girls, their bodies displaying the recent abuse recently done by the living (but living no more, apparently). But the walking dead were no threat to them whatsoever - not the virus or whatever it was they carried and not even the creatures themselves. 

	Two other soldiers approached and carefully draped blankets around the pair. Gesturing to one of the armored trucks, Stiles said in a softer voice, "Let's get you inside and put some food into you."

	Then he turned to a young woman with two chevrons on her sleeve.

	"Corporal Diggs, I'll have you take charge of our new companions. We're moving out."

	Diggs smiled and held out a hand which Sally took. The little girl instantly decided she liked this pretty lady who seemed very nice. Mattie took her other hand as they joined the soldiers returning to the vehicles. 

	Stiles spoke into the walkie-talkie.

	"Bravo team, saddle up. We'll meet at the rendezvous and head home."

	"Say again, Captain?" a voice crackled from the speaker. "We just got here and have nothing to bring back except for a stash of comic books that Henson found in a basement. Hardly much to show for our time, sir."

	Stiles spoke into the radio again.

	"We have plenty - more than I can figure out right now. Let's just say we may have some very precious cargo with on our hands."



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