The Rooster (Erotic Apocalyptic Thriller) by Richard Peters

boss!”
    Goddamit! I was so angry that my wild
pistoning missed. I slid out of her. Looking down to reposition, I
saw a tight puckering. Bingo. That had to be new for a lesbian. She
was still rocking to my previous rhythm when I shoved everything
into her anus. Well, shoving is not so accurate. I had to beat that
back door hard to force it in unlubricated.
    My efforts were rewarded with a squeal of
panic. Espinoza tried to wiggle away, but I pushed her flat on the
bed. I even pinned her legs together. Make things as tight as
possible. “Fucker” she screamed. A real reaction. I kept at it
until I had the whole shaft in there. It probably hurt me as much
as her, but honestly, the domination shtick kind of made up for
that.
    “Fucker!” she gasped again, but then added,
“Oh Fuck! Harder!” I yanked her up to her knees and pushed that
mouth into a pillow. Which only muffled the moaning. She had one
hand rubbing herself and the other actually reached back and
fondled my balls.
    I was starting to chaff bad, but couldn’t
stop. Trying to screw fear out of her, I lost complete control and
pounded us both right off the bed. On the ground, she jumped on
top, but slid me right back into the same place. “That’s right.
Give me what she can’t handle!”
    Just as I squeezed her breasts and exploded
inside her, the window blew inward. It wasn’t just me; the whole
building shook. In the distance, rifles blazed away… but not all as
outgoing fire. In her scramble to dress, the boss stepped on my
crutch that she was bouncing on just seconds ago. Charlotte burst
through the door. “Cannibals! The gate’s been bombed. It’s a swarm
and they’ve, I swear to God, got guns!”
    Espinoza ignored us both and rushed out the
door, shouting orders the whole way. The second I cut Rachel free
she slapped me. Then kicked me. Then kissed me. The firing outside
grew louder, closer. Screams from the hallway drowned out whatever
she tried to say. Without another word, I pushed her through the
shattered window. She knew where to go. I swooped up Espinoza’s
forgotten gun and gave her some covering fire while she sprinted,
still naked, to the motor pool.
    The first target I found blew my mind. Even
20 yards away at night, I could tell what it was. A man. Hadn’t
seen a dude in a while. He pointed at Rachel and a pair of crazed
zombies shuffled surprisingly fast right past him and after her.
What type of immunity he had never crossed my mind. Too busy. I
took careful aim and fired. That massive recoil nearly broke my
wrist. Missed the runners by a wide margin.
    Emptying the magazine in rage got the job
done. Not a single headshot, but those giant half-inch slugs tore
the runners to shreds. They could still crawl, but they were never
going to run again. Time to move. Not much more I could do here. I
wheeled around and stopped long enough to pull on some shorts and
grab an extra magazine from Espinoza’s discarded holster. Dashing
into the hallway, I cursed myself for not risking the window. On
the other end of the hallways, some guy dragged a bloodied and
cursing women away by her hair. Looked a lot like Cherry.
    This one also kept a dim-witted cannibal for
a pet. I had the drop on him, so he ducked behind the creature for
cover. I popped off two quick shots, both shells tearing through
the zombie and slamming the man center mass. He crumbled without a
sound. Aiming a little more steadily, I dropped the zombie with a
round through the forehead. First time I ever killed one without a
scoped rifle. Speaking of which, I capped the crawling zombie and
ran over the dead guy.
    Ignoring Cherry’s “thank you’s,” I left her
lying there on the floor. After scooping up the bandit’s rifle I
tried to get his ammo vest off. A mess with his guts all over the
place. I rolled him over, but then jumped away. He groaned and
flipped back over… taking the rifle with him. No way. They don’t
turn that fast. Never. It took a second to realize his