“Watch out!” It was close to noon and the sun had been up seven hours at least. The field should have been safe enough: no visible shade for miles. Hearing Jex’s shout, the woman stopped digging, turned to see the lumbering beast approaching and ran. At the sound of the call, the abomination turned and began shuffling in Jex’s direction. He had his shotgun pointed at it just in case but there was no point in risking a shot when the sun was doing the work for him. Wisps of smoke were starting to appear around his face and hands. The hunter cautiously walked backwards so as to keep out of range. The closer a zombie gets to re-death, the more dangerous it becomes. Escaping from a mob in New York City, Jex had seen one on fire tear off its hand and throw it: All it takes is a scratch. There was another shout “Behind you!”. Jex discharged the shotgun into the first zombie’s chest, knocking it onto its back. Turning round he saw the stranger holding off a second with a pitch fork that was not quite long enough for safety. The beast was impaling itself on the tines, trying to drive its body deep enough on to them to be able to scratch her hands. “Mine! Run!”, Jex called. The woman dropped the pitchfork and ran. The sudden loss of resistance caused the abomination to lurch forward, causing the handle of the pitchfork to catch in the dirt. The zombie continued trying to move forward, cartoonishly driving the handle of the pitchfork deeper into the earth, trapping itself further. Soon the air was filled with the acrid stench of burning putrid flesh. After checking that the first corpse was also safe, a brief search revealed a shallow grave. They had likely come to Idaho as refugees during the panic only to be gunned down by some farmer thinking they would bring the sickness. Jex shook his head at the stupidity. Making more dead people was no way to stop a zombie invasion. * * * * * A short while later, Jex and Helen (the woman he had rescued) lay side by side naked in the solar Ankara bayan escort bath of Helen’s commune. The commune took no chances. Anyone who came into contact with the undead in any way and all outsiders were quarantined in the solar bath for at least a day. The solar bath was a cage near the focal point of what had once been a solar collector used for heating. The solar bath was the reason Jex had followed Helen to the commune. Severing the spine with a shotgun at short range is the surest way to stop a zombie but the flesh has the consistency of rotten fruit. Anyone close when it is hit is likely to get hit by spray that can burrow through clothes and through skin till it reaches the blood. Some of the zombie’s guts had hit his jacket. He had thrown it away immediately but he couldn’t be sure he had been quick enough. Where zombies were concerned, sunlight was not just the best disinfectant, it was the only one that worked. Besides, the idea of spending a day night in relative safety with a pretty naked girl was not exactly unwelcome. And Helen was pretty. That was what had caught Jex’s attention when he first saw her from the road. The flower in her strawberry blonde hair matched her summer skirt. Just as he had been rehearsing an introduction in his head, something moving in the background had caught his eye and yet another zombie fight began. “You should stay here” Helen was serious. “We need more people if we are going to do everything we want to do here. As it is we can barely keep a proper watch.” Jex had seen the compound, it was practically perfect. Four buildings with good solid walls arranged around a courtyard. The external windows on the ground floor had already been bricked up and they had started adding bars on the upper storey. Ten, twenty people could easily hold off a mob of a hundred or more. The commune had six. Helen and her brother were the only members under fifty. Helen was barely in her twenties, her brother Escort bayan Ankara even younger. By rights and all the natural laws of physics she should be in college right now and he should be finishing high school. Instead she was trapped here in the middle of nowhere, hoping to stay one step ahead of the undead horde. Helen’s offer was tempting, perhaps too tempting. Staying at the commune was definitely the best chance of survival that had been offered since he left New York. They had abundant food, shelter and a generator with a full tank of fuel for emergency use. His chance of making it to San Francisco was not good, to say the least. He was the last of the eight who had left New York. Jex shook his head, “I can’t stay. I have other commitments.” If not Jex then who else would do the job? Who else would try to end it? “Bring them as well.” Helen insisted. Jex looked straight into Helen’s eyes and slowly shook his head. Helen paused then nodded her acquiescence. “If you are not going to stay, I guess I should thank you properly for saving my life,” she began. Helen reached out to run her hand along the hunters back. “You saved mine.” Jex replied, “but perhaps we could thank each other then” Jex moved over to Helen’s side of the platform and they kissed as their bodies wrapped around each other in an naked full embrace. It had been so long since he had been with a woman and given the nature of his mission it was unlikely he would again. Jex wanted to savor every moment, every touch, every kiss. Helen’s made straight for Jex’s erection, feeling it stiffen in her hand as she worked the length of it in her tongue. As soon as he was ready she swung her body over his and guided his cock between her legs. Jex’s cock was already inside her when Helen’s nerve broke. One minute she was about to ride Jex to some of the best sex of their lives, the next she was crouched in the corner sobbing with her face buried in her hands. “I Bayan escort Ankara am sorry, I am so sorry”, Helen gasped between sobs, “I couldn’t, just couldn’t. Its not your fault, I couldn’t.” Jex kept his distance. Helen didn’t appear to be turning, but she didn’t exactly seem to want his company either. * * * * * Eventually Helen’s brother came to bring them food and prepare the solar bath for night. This meant turning on the black light, closing the shutters and lighting the heater before the sun set. Black light was not quite as good as sunlight but better than nothing. The man was visibly unconcerned by his sister’s distress, placing the dinner tray on the floor next to the cage without a word. The dinner tray was incongruously set with fine china, fresh linen napkins and a bud vase with a flower, the same flower Helen had worn in her hair earlier. Evidently someone needed to keep busy to keep their mind off zombies. Helen uncurled from her fetal position and whispered something in her brother’s ear. He nodded as she spoke but said nothing in reply. At the end of this one sided conversation, he left without a word. Helen slowly walked towards the center of the platform, her palms open, her eyes cast down, “I didn’t mean to mislead,” she said. “I don’t understand,” Jex replied. “The commune needs children.” That made sense. To continue the commune would need children sooner or later. If they waited too long the older members would be getting too old to help raise the children. Helen looked Jex straight in the eyes, “OK here is the deal. My body is yours until they open the cage. Use me any way you chose.” “Thats it? No conditions?” Jex asked, puzzled. Helen was insistent, “It is a simple statement of fact. We don’t have enough people to post guard on the perimeter. When he leaves there is nobody to watch the cage. My only security is that you are not likely to risk spending the night locked up with an abomination.” Jex had more objections, “If I wanted to force you I wouldn’t have let you stop.” Helen was ready with an answer, “It will make it easier for me. Don’t ask me to explain.” At this, Helen’s brother raised his hand and opened his mouth as if to speak then stopped. Jex could only guess at the horrors Helen and her brother had escaped to come to this place.