the Fall pale in comparison. Years of work, much of which had begun before the dead walked, was at last bearing fruit. Greg knew it was still early, but a strange sort of peace filled him and he didn’t have to report to his squad until the morning. He whispered a prayer of thanks and stripped off his new clothes, climbing into his bed. It was as soft and comfortable as it looked. Sleep came for him hard and fast. He dreamed that Eric and Anna were with him, and also of the future to come. The beasts no longer stalked him in his dreams. There was only laughter and hope.
* * *
The bottom of the small shower was covered in dirt and grime. Water continued to spray over Wally as he shampooed his hair for the third time. The feeling of being clean was both exhilarating and new. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt this way. But showering . . . it was dangerous, too, though. It had made him put his guard down. Someone was in the room. He saw them through the film covering the glass of the shower door. Whoever it was sat on the edge of his bed, helping themselves to a show. He was weaponless and naked as he stopped the spraying water with the twist of a knob. He didn’t bother reaching for the towel that hung nearby on the wall as he stepped out, dripping onto the floor.
“Wow,” he heard a feminine voice say. “And I used to think you were in shape before.”
Wally quickly rubbed his eyes. “ Bree ?” he whispered, taking in the sight of her. Her shoulder-length brown hair cupped the sides of her face and her blue eyes met his own. She wore nothing but a flimsy, lacy black bra that somehow made her breasts seem even perkier than they were despite its lack of support, and a matching black thong.
“You never stopped looking for me, did you?” she asked softly.
He moved to her, pushing her over gently onto the bed as he smelt her hair. Their lips met. That first kiss seemed to last an eternity and chase away all the darkness and lost years as if they had never existed. Finally, he pulled away long enough to answer, “No, I didn’t.” Then she jerked him down onto her again.
Three hours later, they lay exhausted and sweating in each other’s arms.
“I thought you were dead,” she told him.
Wally grinned. “I was, at least in a sense. Death became my life. I wasn’t just a soldier anymore . . . I was something barely human, the shell of a man filled with nothing but violence and longing. I . . .”
Bree touched a finger to his lips. “It doesn’t matter, Wally. You’re home now.”
“And you’ve been here all this time?”
She nodded, the flesh of her cheek rubbing against his chest. “The government rounded up all the engineers and scientists they could and brought us here to The Bunker during the last days before everything was lost. Since The Bunker was my original lab for the Wolf project and I knew the facility inside and out, I ended up becoming the administrator. Commander Weger and I are the leadership, if you can call it that. We’re all pretty informal. I won’t say it’s been easy, but compared to what you must have lived through . . . out there . . . well . . .”
Wally kept silent as he continued to gaze at the curves of her naked body. Finally, he looked up and met her eyes again as she sat up, playfully slapping his chest.
“Oh, Wally. I did it. The Wolves are real. They’re not just designs on paper anymore. There are nearly a dozen fully functional, completed suits.”
“I knew you’d do it. You’re too stubborn to ever let anything stop you, even the end of the world.” He grabbed her and jerked her close again. “You have no idea how much I have missed you, Bree .” Tears of happiness ran like tiny rivers from his eyes.
Bree’s lips pressed into his once more and the world around them melted away.
* * *
Greg got up early. As he assembled his new gear, a knock sounded on the door of his quarters. He opened up the door, revealing Brad standing in the
* * *
The bottom of the small shower was covered in dirt and grime. Water continued to spray over Wally as he shampooed his hair for the third time. The feeling of being clean was both exhilarating and new. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt this way. But showering . . . it was dangerous, too, though. It had made him put his guard down. Someone was in the room. He saw them through the film covering the glass of the shower door. Whoever it was sat on the edge of his bed, helping themselves to a show. He was weaponless and naked as he stopped the spraying water with the twist of a knob. He didn’t bother reaching for the towel that hung nearby on the wall as he stepped out, dripping onto the floor.
“Wow,” he heard a feminine voice say. “And I used to think you were in shape before.”
Wally quickly rubbed his eyes. “ Bree ?” he whispered, taking in the sight of her. Her shoulder-length brown hair cupped the sides of her face and her blue eyes met his own. She wore nothing but a flimsy, lacy black bra that somehow made her breasts seem even perkier than they were despite its lack of support, and a matching black thong.
“You never stopped looking for me, did you?” she asked softly.
He moved to her, pushing her over gently onto the bed as he smelt her hair. Their lips met. That first kiss seemed to last an eternity and chase away all the darkness and lost years as if they had never existed. Finally, he pulled away long enough to answer, “No, I didn’t.” Then she jerked him down onto her again.
Three hours later, they lay exhausted and sweating in each other’s arms.
“I thought you were dead,” she told him.
Wally grinned. “I was, at least in a sense. Death became my life. I wasn’t just a soldier anymore . . . I was something barely human, the shell of a man filled with nothing but violence and longing. I . . .”
Bree touched a finger to his lips. “It doesn’t matter, Wally. You’re home now.”
“And you’ve been here all this time?”
She nodded, the flesh of her cheek rubbing against his chest. “The government rounded up all the engineers and scientists they could and brought us here to The Bunker during the last days before everything was lost. Since The Bunker was my original lab for the Wolf project and I knew the facility inside and out, I ended up becoming the administrator. Commander Weger and I are the leadership, if you can call it that. We’re all pretty informal. I won’t say it’s been easy, but compared to what you must have lived through . . . out there . . . well . . .”
Wally kept silent as he continued to gaze at the curves of her naked body. Finally, he looked up and met her eyes again as she sat up, playfully slapping his chest.
“Oh, Wally. I did it. The Wolves are real. They’re not just designs on paper anymore. There are nearly a dozen fully functional, completed suits.”
“I knew you’d do it. You’re too stubborn to ever let anything stop you, even the end of the world.” He grabbed her and jerked her close again. “You have no idea how much I have missed you, Bree .” Tears of happiness ran like tiny rivers from his eyes.
Bree’s lips pressed into his once more and the world around them melted away.
* * *
Greg got up early. As he assembled his new gear, a knock sounded on the door of his quarters. He opened up the door, revealing Brad standing in the
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