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story_codes: M/g (11), first, rape

story_intro: When Kat is sold to a small outpost, she quickly understands that it is not so she can perform mundane chores for them. Instead, she is gang-raped orally and vaginally while her assaults are recorded on video. Then, customers can not only see the girl in her room, but also view her in action as they select their rented sex slave. One day, a man with a penchant for ripe young little asses arrives and it becomes a day that is memorable for a variety of reasons in a world where the dead still hunger.


story_language: English




Apocalypse Road: Video Games

Written by madvlad


	The End, when it came, was online. 

	Otherwise, some might not have noticed.

	The normally busy streets of Manhattan were curiously devoid of commuter traffic, both on the street and on the sidewalk. The quartet with their smart phones at the ready noticed that the line at Starducks was smaller which made their wait for their custom steamed Western Guatemalan Upper Slope Megamongoiattos (Lisa's with 2.3% Patagonian llama milk, Trevor's with Starduck's special global blend cinnamon, Debra's with maple extract from sustainable farms in Saskatchewan, and Angelo's straight up because he was feeling guilty about the workers' strike at the recyclable coffee stirrer plant).

	"Starduck's a quick stop this morning," Lisa typed on her SmackChat account.

	Trevor was the first one to notice the screaming woman who bolted from a nearby building. Her business suit jack was torn on one sleeve and streaming blood from a recently inflicted bite. Reacting to the crisis with great speed, Trevor got a photo on his phone.

	"Posting to my Spacehook page," he murmured in anticipation.

	Within seconds, he had topped one hundred likes.

	"I wonder if that was something to do with the zombie thing," Debra mused as she scrolled the screen on her phone. "Zombies are, like, so trending on Flitter."

	"It's certainly changing the job market," Angelo added. "You should see the openings for zombie intervention counselors on Blinked In."

	The foursome turned a corner and walked directly into a mob of the walking dead as they remained focused on their phone screens. With mouths smeared with fresh gore, the animated dead creatures noticed the new meat immediately. But something was wrong.

	Yes, the scent was right - living meat. But the newcomers' eyes were glazed with emptiness and it was evident that the higher brain functions had atrophied. The primal instincts of the walkers warned them that these new meals were just not right. Shambling on in search of other prey, they left the phone zombies to their own arcane existence.

	
Ten Years Later

	Kat was suspicious when Aunt Gina gave her a warm smile. Orphaned two years ago, the eleven year-old held little emotional attachment toward her late father's sister and knew the lack of feeling was mutual. It was not a matter of friction between the two; it was just how life was when living a nomadic existence in the badlands between fiefdoms and kingdoms of Post-End America.

	The caravan had stopped for trading at a farmhouse and barn somewhere about one hundred miles east of the charnel house that had once been known as Little Rock, Arkansas. A month ago, they had been in southern Mississippi while some of the adults took video recordings of the towns inhabited by walkers. It was risky business but apparently the armed band of people at this farm dealt in information - primarily video disks of scouting trips. These were then sold to salvage groups who used them to determine what riches could be recovered among the hungry dead.

	The big score on this venture had been surveillance of Keesler Air Force Base on the gulf coast. Military bases were known to be heavily stocked with weapons and all kinds of provisions. They were also, as in the case of Keesler, well-stocked in animated corpses as well.

	Kat was fascinated by the tales of flying machines but had trouble reconciling the occasional wreckage she saw with something that went soaring among the clouds. The video equipment was at least a little for familiar to her and she had seen it work. The media used were miniature DVDs as flash drives and SD cards had become unreliable over the decade since they were last manufactured.

	Bored while the grown-ups haggled, Kat had sat on the hood of a truck watching the clouds. At some point, she heard her aunt mention her name. When she looked over at the group, Kat saw two of the men from the farm band looking at her as if sizing up a meal. She had seen looks like that before and never understood them although they made the skin on the back of her neck itch.

	When one of the men went to the barn and returned with several additional cases of items, Aunt Gina approached Kat. That was when the smile appeared.

	"I have some good news, honey," Gina said. "You have a new home. No more riding about into God knows what. You'll have a room and regular meals here."

	Kat's questions were cut off with more assurances and the girl was eventually left standing alone as the caravan left. A man's hand came down on her shoulder.

	"Kat, I'm Reese," he said. "Come on inside."

	With the others clustering around her, Kat had no choice but to follow Reese inside. She was taken to a room with fading flowered wallpaper that gave a hint of more carefree days back before the dead arose. Aside from a bed, there was no other furniture. But there were several video cameras with solar-charged batteries as well as similarly powered video screens mounted on the walls.

	"Did you do chores with the caravan?" Reese asked.

	"Yeah," Kat mumbled, twisting a strand of her short brown hair nervously.

	"Well, you have chores, here. But don't worry if you don't know what to do - we're here to train you. Now get those clothes off."

	Hugging herself, Kat tried to back away. But an open-handed blow of Reese sent her sprawling backward onto the bed. She caught a glint of metal in his hand in his hand and lay frozen in fear as a knife came close. Reese pulled her t-shirt away from her body and quickly slashed it open.

	"Nothing yet," one of the other men remarked as they observed the flatness of Kat's bare chest.

	"At least not when she's lying on her back," Reese observed. "Let's see if there's anything when she's upright."

	Grabbing Kat by the hair, Reese pulled her up. With her torn shirt hanging open, she tried to cover herself but another man held her arms from behind. The gentle slopes of newly budding breasts puffed out modestly from the girl's chest. When Reese prodded one with his fingers, she flinched but could not move away from him.

	"Just an itty bitty titty," Reese laughed. "Of course, we still could use you if you hadn't grown any, yet."

	He pulled her by the hair from the bed and forced her to her knees. With his free hand, he unzipped his pants and produced his erect penis. Reese tried to turn her head but Reese merely tightened his grip until she thought her scalp would tear.

	"Now you're gonna suck it," he said. "And if you bite, you'll wish to hell you hadn't. Men will pay good coin to sink their dicks into a tight young cunt and they won't give a shit if you're bruised and toothless, got it?"

	When he pushed his head against Kat's lips, the frightened girl opened her mouth. The man's prick slid inside as she mewled helplessly.

	"Don't worry," Reese assured her. "It's not dirty. I get it cleaned on a regular basis."

	When the other men laughed, Kat wondered who else was forced to do this.

	Then she had to suck on the hard thing in her mouth. Keeping his grip on her hair, Reese moved her back and forth on it. A couple of times, he went in deep enough to make her gag slightly. Fearing punishment, she tried to suck as she mumbled in confusion. Adding to her humiliation, the presence of something filling her mouth made her saliva increase.

	"Mummmff. Grrbbggll. Mmgghhhmm," she gargled sloppily, trying to slurp the errant drool back in as her lips slid along the man's length.

	"Yeah, you sound sexy when you talk with your mouth full and when you're sucking in your spit. Do that every time, you hear? Let your man know how much you appreciate him feeding his dick to you. You catching this, Charlie?"

	A man by one of the cameras looked in the view screen and nodded. Reese grinned. Surveillance videos weren't the only kind they sold here. Just like in the days before The End, porn was always in demand. But these days, having some preteen slut as the star wouldn't get him busted.
This new girl wasn't very skilled at blowjobs yet but she looked pretty damned cute with her eyes all big and full of confusion and her fear making lips trying to grab at his meat.

	She certainly wasn't prepared for the load of salty, musky gunk Reese began pumping into her mouth. Yanking on her hair, he pulled the panicking girl down onto his dick a little more.

	"Swallow it, bitch," he snarled.

	Kat was nearly sickened by the vile stuff coating her tongue. With her sense of survival fighting her urge to vomit, she did as she was told, sending the goo down her gullet in slimy lumps. When he was done, Reese pushed her off of him and grabbed her face to check inside her open mouth.

	"Smart choice, Kat," he acknowledged. "The more you obey, the better it will go for you. Next!"

	Kat soon had another man sliding in and out of her mouth. But just before this one was done, he pulled out and painted her face with his spunk instead. The men laughed as Kat squeezed her eyes shut and tried to turn her head. But the man held her hair like Reese had done and Kat took the full load on her nose and cheeks.

	There were nine men in all and she orally serviced each one of them until Charlie was the last. Some of them made her swallow while others shot their wads into her hair and on her face. After swallowing the last of Charlie's load, Kat thought that she would get a break.

	But Reese had other plans.

	One pan pulled her onto her back, pinning her hands over her head as she lay on the bed. She tried to kick with her legs when Reese unsnapped her shorts but a hard fist to her belly drove the wind from her and ceased her struggling.

	"Careful, Reese," one of the men laughed. "You don't want her puking up all of her hard-earned cum, do you?"

	Reese pulled the shorts down the youngster's smooth legs before tossing them in a corner. Out came the knife when he saw her panties. After a couple of quick swipes, he pulled the remainder of her underwear from her body.

	"You won't be wearing any panties from now on," he announced as Kat squirmed in a vain effort to hide her nakedness. "That bald cunt of yours looks too fresh and juicy to hide."

	Spitting into his hand, Reese swabbed the stuff on his prick head. Two men pulled Kat's legs apart and held them that way while Reese pushed his stiffened member against the girl's hairless mound.

	"Kat," Reese said for the cameras' sake. "Do you know what a virgin is?"

	Kat nodded.

	"Are you a virgin?"

	Kat nodded again, her eyes widening with fear as she gibbered her pleas to keep her virtue intact. Reese's response was to shove forward with his hips, drawing a piercing shriek from the girl as she was torn open. Kat's eyes rolled wildly as the thick intruder continued to stab and rip into her prepubescent snatch. She felt as if she was being pushed apart inside as the thing drove deeper and deeper into her until she felt a new pressure further in and he stopped.

	Reese paused to catch his breath. The kid had taken as much as she could and hadn't passed out - that was a good sign that she would last. Preteen virgins were always a challenge but he prided himself on cherry demolitions. Pulling himself out until only his head was inside her, he thrust into her again, making her bloodied twat gurgle thickly as it was violently stuffed with meat.

	With Kat broken open, Reese stroked with fast, full movement, humping the eleven year-old with lusty vigor. His hard cock forced her taut, violated pussy to stretch around it as it bruised her with his endless ramming inside her slender body. One of the men grabbed Kat's hair and pulled her head up, forcing her to watch as her rapist's prick sawed in and out of her smooth, blood-stained cunny.

	Gritting his teeth, Reese snarled as his balls convulsed. His dick swelled slightly inside the girl's aching, snatch as he pumped his sperm into her still-developing baby chamber. Feeling the hot spurts pound deep inside of her body, Kat moaned helplessly as she was inseminated in a new way.

	"Bitch had to swallow this time, too," Reese joked as he withdrew his penis as it dripped with the fluids of the youngster's defloration and first full intercourse.

	Kat was weeping but was already resigned to her continued mistreatment as another man took his place between her legs and started hunching into her. The room was nearly dark from the setting sun by the time they were done with her. Kat curled into a fetal position, fearfully sliding her hand between her thighs and moaned weakly at the leaking stickiness she found there.

	Something smelled delicious. Breakfast was never this good when the caravan was on the move. Had they pulled in somewhere during the night? Kat smiled and started to stretch her body when the soreness in her crotch made her eyes fly open with sudden remembrance.

	A man with short salt-and-pepper hair knelt by the bed with a plate full of scrambled eggs, fried potatoes, and bacon. Kat pulled away from him with a start before she realized she didn't recognize him from yesterday.

	"Easy, now," the man said. "I'm not here to do anything to you except serve you breakfast. I'm Marty - I'm the cook here and a pretty damned good one if I say so. But the food won't taste as good when it gets cold."

	Kat warily put some potatoes in her mouth. They were crispy and lightly seasoned and she began shoveling everything from the plate into her mouth. Having not eaten for over twenty-four hours, her hunger and the surprisingly excellent food overrode any reservations about the man.

	"Thanks," she mumbled as he took the plate from her and offered her some orange juice.

	Marty didn't try anything funny with her but she did notice him eyeing the tender, slight mounds of her new breasts. Noticing he was caught, the man blushed slightly and leaned away from her.

	"Sorry, I couldn't help looking."

	Considering how Reese and the others had simply assumed ownership of her body yesterday, Kat appreciated the admission. Growing up in the badlands had made her resilient.

	"I'll come back later when you get a break," Marty said. "It looks like some customers are coming in and I'd better feed the rest of the girls."

	"There are others?" Kat blurted.

	"Yes. You'll get to meet them later on. Reese prefers to keep new girls by themselves until he thinks they're, ah, broken."

	Marty left Kat alone until Charlie came in. He tossed her the shorts she had worn yesterday - her panties were shredded and useless - and a t-shirt that had been cut so that it barely covered her modest chest. Then he turned on the video monitors and Kat saw herself being orally and vaginally raped on four different screens.

	"This way, the guys can see a girl in action before they pick one," he smugly explained. "And we offer DVD's for sale, too. We'll even film them fucking you for a price."

	Kat sat on the bed, staring at the floor and mortified by the comments about her while men came to view her and her sordid videos. Her cock-filled gurgling and open-mouth screams, depending on which orifice was being used, sounded alien to her as she listened. Within an hour, her meager articles of clothing were on the floor as she was put to use by the first of several paying customers that day.

	The last man of the day paid extra to have her again as Charlie filmed them together for posterity.

	"I love 'em all tight and hairless like this," the customer grunted as he savagely copulated with his preteen whore. "But you know she loves it 'cause she's all slippery inside, even though she's still little there."

	Kat well knew by now that her quim did lubricate in reaction to the thrusting inside of it. That and the copious amounts of semen she had been forced to take made her feel accommodating to the man. But she knew better than to argue; only whimpering as her cunny was jabbed and rubbed until another hot dose of pollution was shot into her.

	Her next two days were the same with only Marty as the welcome company as he brought her meals and led her to and from the outhouse. On the fourth day, she was awakened by the rumbling of motorcycles and a couple of buses outside. She looked out, wondering at the bars welded over the windows of the buses until she saw grayish, dead fingers occasionally poking through.

	A huge, bearded man dismounted from one of the bikes and shook Reese's hand.

	"Business good, Lars?" Reese asked, pointing to the buses.

	"Yeah, these are for the circus," Lars replied, referring to some of the zombie shows and games that were popular in outposts and walled villages all over.

	Kat had seen one of those shows featuring gladiators versus zombies for a few minutes before leaving for fear of throwing up. Such entertainment consisted of armed slaughter or an unarmed living person who dared (or was sentenced) to fight one-on-one with a member of the walking dead. Back then, she knew nothing of sex firsthand (not learning until she was sold to Reese), but had heard that there were women or even girls who had sex (or were forced to have sex) with the undead.

	"We got word you were headed this way," Reese said to Lars as they walked toward the house. "As it is, we just got a new girl and we kept her ass in cherry condition for you."

	When Lars got to Kat's room, the videos were running and she was attired in a bikini top and a short red skirt she had to pull to keep her rear covered.

	"Sold," Lars rumbled as he unzipped his fly. "Hey, little girl, look what your Uncle Lars brought you. It's an ass-buster and it's just for you. Well, at least for today. It wouldn't be fair to keep it from all of those cock-hungry ass-whores from coast to coast who keeping begging for it."

	Kat took one look at the monster that Lars produced from his pants and stepped backwards into the bed. The contact made her sprawl backwards and Lars laughed.

	"Yeah, they always want to hop in the sack as soon as they see it," he chortled. "Now let's have a look at them titties."

	With a swipe of one hand, he pushed the bikini top up. Although her breasts appeared to be flat, Kat's fear had made her nipples stiffen. Grabbing the barely developing flesh around one areola, Lars pinched it and nodded as he felt the slight padding of the preteen's blooming mammary.

	"Just getting started," he noted as he yanked her skirt up with his other hand. "Still nice and smooth below."

	Larks licked a finger and twisted it into the hairless folds of Kat's young cunny.

	"Nice and smooth inside as well. But I'd ruin it if I put this in you," he said as he handled his dick. "But asses - now that's different. They're tighter going in but man can they stretch. And girlie, you're going to learn how to stretch."

	Handling Kat as if she was no more than a pillow, Lars flipped her over and then pulled her toward him until her legs were off the bed. Kneeling behind her, he pinned her to the bed with one hand on her back. With her skirt still flipped up, he pawed her taut, satiny buttocks before using a finger to smear some kind of cream into her bung hole. Kat warbled in complaint and discomfort but it did nothing to halt her preparation as the man used his fingers to enlarge and lubricate her orifice.

	Satisfied that the girl was ready, Lars bore his prick against and into the struggling girl's asshole. Gasping and moaning, Kat tried to squeeze her opening shut but nothing could stop the inexorable dilation of it. She yelped shrilly when the head suddenly popped in. Chuckling, Lars knew he had her despite her protestations and begging to take it out.

	He waited until he felt her muscles shifting. She was going to attempt to expel him as if she was shitting. She didn't know that it made her loosen.

	"Just yell if you want more, little girlie," he sneered and then bulldozed nearly half of his prick into the struggling preteen's ass.

	Kat's screams rattled her chest as she clawed at the threadbare bed sheets and mattress in agony. The thing was getting pounded into her, splitting her open. Some of the skin around her grotesquely stretched anus did give way, providing extra lubrication for the rape of her last virgin place. She felt him trying the movement she knew so well from her mouth and cunt, but she was too small around him to allow it.

	But her muscles weakened and stretched and her greased channel could not prevent the further intrusion. With the slight curves of the young girl's slim hips in his grip, Lars pounded his way into her, his engorged member gaining depth inside the child's bowels. Kat's vision blurred from her watering eyes and grew spotty as she grew close to fainting. But Lars gave her a couple of slaps when he noticed her fading out. It was much more fun to break in a virgin ass when the little girl attached to it was fully awake to "enjoy" the experience.

	With brutal thrusts, he stretched and penetrated the preteen's ass, growling in appreciation at the snug meatiness of her rear sex tunnel. Her muscles and tissues twisted and expanded to take his forced entry until he was stroking nearly three quarters of his appreciable length into the girl.

	Kat's compact ass globes were shiny with sweat and quivered only slightly as they were spread by the thrusting cock between them. Watching his meat slide between them and disappear into that slender young body was a turn-on for Lars. But his main satisfaction came from the heated anal pressure around his marauding cock.

	Judging her to be suitably broken in, he slid his hands up her body, leaning forward until his fingers wrapped around her chest. Gravity had pulled the diminutive mounds of the little breasts out enough for him to grip and twist. Struggling to keep her breath now, Kat only whimpered as her young mammaries became playthings for her latest rapist. Lars laughed and continued humping his brutally mounted little sex mate, enjoying the slick velvet grip of the eleven year-old's rectum.

	Lars could hold off for quite a long time. For Kat, the morning became nothing but endless loops of burning thrusts inside her bottom and the mauling fingers on her chest that would leave her tender little breasts quite bruised. She was only dimly aware of the man's gloating howl but understood his climax as massive, scalding surges of semen poured into her mashed innards.

	She might have passed out but she came to when she felt the air on her suddenly uncorked asshole. Her exposed interior stung and she felt shame instead of relief as gobs of the man's jism flowed down her legs.

	Lars staggered as he pulled his pants into place.

	"Goddamn, girlie," he wheezed. "That's one hell of an ass you've got there. The rest of the boys will get to play with your cunt but your back door needs a rest. That way it will be all nice and tight again when Uncle Lars comes calling again in another few weeks."

	Kat didn't respond as she couldn't fathom another assault like the one she had endured. She was alone in the room, lying as she had been left with her rump exposed as goo continued to leak from it. The recordings of her earlier rapes continued to play and she no longer cared.

	Not even the shouts outside could rouse her as the walking dead cargo escaped the bus. No one would be around for a final analysis as to which careless idiot had not properly secured things in the rush to get inside the farmhouse and the young pussies that awaited them.

	Furious, Reese boarded the bus after decapitating two zombies at the vehicle door with a shotgun. Kicking the caged door shut to keep the rest in the back, he got behind the wheel to roll the damned thing out of his compound.

	Lars was in front of the bus, waving and shouting but Reese was too pissed off to listen to him. If he had, he might have had time to react to Lars warning about the cage door giving way. But Reese got the message when the hungry dead fell upon him. In a panic, Reese hit the gas just after he had accidentally shifted into a forward gear. The bus lurched forward unexpectedly, knocking Lars to the ground. He managed to roll away from the front tire until he slammed against an angled concrete barrier. The bus did the same with the wheel stopping short of crushing the man.

	Confusion bred panic which in turn bred mistakes. Charlie chose the wrong bus, believing it was the one that had been compromised. Holding a machine gun, he began firing at the back door, watching the dead dance and twitch until his magazine was emptied. Laughing, he was switching clips when the ruined door fell out. By the time Charlie had the second magazine in place, the first of another thirty or more zombies were upon him.

	Butch had heard the gunfire and yells, but he was having too much fun slamming in cock into the hairless twat of the ten year-old blonde beneath him. Two others had already cum in her little snatch which made her nice and wet for a good pounding.

	One of the monitors was showing the girl hanging from manacles in the ceiling while some black dude was pronging her from behind. Seeing those bald white lips spread around a huge dark prick was very entertaining. The manacles were still installed and Butch thought about trying that way next with young Anna, here.

	When the door opened behind him, Butch called out to the asshole to wait his fucking turn. A hand closed on his shoulder and Butch turned to find that it was he - not little girl pussy - that was on the new arrivals' barely functioning minds.

	Anna screamed as more of the walking dead entered the room. One seemed to be staring at the small, oozing slit between her legs before turning his attention to one of the video screens. Others in the room were doing the same as they slowly masticated on the bloody remains of Butch.

	An animated corpse in the tattered remains of a State Police uniform looked at the well-fucked little girl and opened his mouth.

	"Aaauuummm," he said and looked back at the monitor in fascination.

	Anna had seen the slack expressions on other faces - ones with living complexions, but the mesmerizing sight of high definition porn had triggered some buried instincts in the creatures. Even the female ones were watching. Perhaps in the remnants of their minds, they knew the joys of sex.

	Anna had heard the stories from other visitors of how male zombies could become erect and even ejaculate when stimulated. It was said that their penises even warmed as if a bit of life had been temporarily restored to them before the equally warm fluid squirted from them. Having heard this more than once, Anna supposed it was true but did not want to verify it. With none of the creatures stopping her, she slipped from the room.

	From under the bus, Lars cursed. He was trapped at the waist, pinched hard enough to where he felt his legs becoming numb. Someone was pulling on his now and shouted at the dumb ass to move the bus first. It was only when the first teeth sank into his right calf that he understood who was back there.

	Despite the general numbness in his lower extremities, he felt every bite exquisitely, along with the pulling and tearing of skin and muscle as more joined in to skeletonize his legs. With his circulation down there hampered, he did not bleed out and remained fully conscious as the ravenous feeders moved upward.

	The denim of his jeans was ripped apart and more jaws found the rich, blubbery meat of his buttocks. Howling, Lars learned what it was like to be violated back there. When the zombies found other delectable parts between his legs, his screams changed to a remarkably high pitch.

	His lower pelvis was denuded of soft tissue by the time the contagion changed him. With no more accessible living meat on this body, they left him. The lessened body mass around his waist allowed the thing that used to be Lars crawl free and join his new brethren in the quest for a meal. But they were gone - for some reason drawn into the large structure a distance away. Pulling himself on his arms, the newly minted dead slowly made his way along.

	Kat didn't know when her mind became fully awake. But she was shuddering at the sea of gray faces. But their attention was not on the real her, but on her captured moving images on the screens. They were watching her...having to do that stuff. With the understanding that other girls - none of whom she had met - had gained, Kat slowly eased her way from the room.

	When she reached the hall, a hand clamped over her mouth to keep her from screaming. Then Kat saw a girl perhaps four or five years older than her.

	"You're Kat, the new girl, right?" she whispered.

	When Kat nodded and lost her tenseness, the girl removed her hand.

	"I'm Jo. We're getting out of here. It's crazy - all those Z's just watching porn."

	"I-I'm in the ones in my room," Kat confessed.

	Jo tenderly stroked Kat's cheek.

	"Hey, baby, we all have vids of us getting fucked in our rooms. But fuck it all," Jo paused to giggle. "Our dirty movies may have saved our asses. And with solar batteries, we might be the main attraction for years here. Come on, Marty's the only guy left and he's loading up a van."

	"Marty was nice to me," Kat told her as she pulled her bikini top in place.

	"Yeah, he's a good guy. Never messed with any of us although you could tell he liked what he saw. He was a chef or something before The End."

	"So why was he here?"

	Jo shrugged.

	"It was a place he could find where he could survive. After The End, that's the best most people could do."

	Jo led Kat, who was limping badly from Lars' assault, to the van where three other girls were gathered while Marty was hurriedly stowing some gear in the back. A blonde girl a little younger than Kat (Kat would learn her name was Anna) spoke to Jo.

	"Winnie went to get Lisbeth."

	"Good," Jo replied as she picked up one of the shotguns that Marty had stacked next to the truck. Then she turned to Kat.

	"Do you know how to use one of these?" she asked.

	Kat nodded and accepted Jo's while the other girl selected another one. Another girl about Jo's age - Winnie - emerged carrying a nude little girl in one arm. Kat figured the younger one couldn't have been more than five or six. But as they got closer, Kat saw the semen stains on the little girl's mouth and noticed goo dripping from the little buttocks. Even her very young age hadn't spared Lisbeth.

	"Dead people are watching movies," Lisbeth said.

	Marty closed the back doors and told everyone to get in.

	"I grabbed a bunch of my shirts and tossed them in there," he said, pointing inside the van. "It's not much, but you can be a little more covered if you want."

	"Do you want to sit in my lap and stay naked?" Winnie asked Lisbeth.

	When the little girl nodded the teen kissed her on the mouth. It was evident where Winnie's tongue went soon after.

	"They're very close," Jo explained with a wink.

	"Where are we going, Marty?" Anna asked as she slipped an oversized Led Zeppelin t-shirt over her slight frame.

	"Kansas City," he replied. "They're rather particular about who they let in but I grabbed a set of all of the scouting and surveillance disks that Reese had. That ought to be worth plenty. And once we're in, I'm sure there will be a need for a good cook."

	"And we'll live with you," said a redhead who was perhaps a year older than Kat.

	She had said that in a suggestive tone that made the chef clear his throat nervously.

	"Well, I'm sure there will be living space for everyone and uh..."

	Marty's voice trailed off as words failed him.

	The other girls piled in but Jo grabbed Kat by the arm.

	"You can hardly walk," she said, but take a few steps. "I could hear you when Lars raped you. He's done it to all of us except Anna and Lisbeth because they were still too small. He might have done Anna this time but you were available and I guess he preferred a virgin if he could get one."

	"So?" Kat mumbled, not wishing to talk about it.

	"So," Jo shot back with a wicked grin. "Check out the crawling dead over there."

	It was a zombie. Or rather, the upper half of one. With the face intact, it was clear who it had been. Raising her shotgun, Joe took aim and shot him in the shoulder, blowing the arm off. Kat looked at her in puzzlement.

	"Aren't we going to kill him?"

	"No, why do that? Better to let him try to find something to eat with no legs and no arms to make him move."

	Kat understood. Caravan life had toughened her but now she felt the sweet exhilaration of vengeance rushing through her. With shuffling steps, she ventured a little closer, making eye contact with what had been Lars and hoped he recognized her. With a pull of her shotgun's trigger, Lars' other arm blew free of the shoulder in a shower of bone and blood. Lars fell face down in the dirt, moaning with unnatural hunger as he was unable to shift himself.

	Putting one arm around Kat's waist to help her walk, Jo returned to the van.

	In the dust of the departing vehicle, Lars turned his head to watch, agonizing in the deep recesses of his fading brain over the pleasurable meat that was forever beyond his reach.
	



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This story is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.


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