I kinda miss having sex (revised)

My slumber was stolen from me one morning by the curdling sound of death screaming in my ears after my body bounced.   So my eyes bulged open with my pupils frantically searching the room for any threats.  My friend continued deafening my ears, so the grey bed sheets were thrown from on top of us with my arms cocked for any threat.  After I only saw the usual morning dust through a gaping hole in the wall with barely held together furniture remaining still, I began to feel my body again.  I sighed while thinking the hole might have just happened because of a rogue missile, but then I felt dampness on my jeans.  My nose crinkled as I looked at Byron and asked, “Did you wet-” until I saw his squirting legs writing a bloody message of horror with strings of meat.  I grabbed my forehead as I shook my head and said, “Aw fuck…”

He screamed, “Do what we promised” as he continued to squirt death on the bed.  So I sighed as I grabbed the knife on my belt and pierced his temple for a quick death.  As I watched the light in his eyes extinguish, I lied him down and got out of bed.

The building I was in began to shake as I heard the haunting sound of jets flying by.  I ran over and grabbed my rifle from the wall that was sleeping on the floor, just in case there was going to be another attack on my existence.  My arms held the scope of my rifle in my sights as I tried setting a sprinting record out of the room’s hole.  A crimson shower was given to me by some men who were too shaky to hold a still shot at the enemy.  I used to hate how sticky I would get after my morning shower; but after a while, I’ve learned to embrace it.

As I whipped my left shoulder around, I saw three men of the eastern invasion firing death in my direction.  And after their efforts to take me away were worthless, my eyes continued to be amazed by how quickly someone could create their own flavor of graffiti on a shredded stone wall.  At this point I could say that I am quite the artist because I’ve made a display of my talent on too many walls to count now.  It used to hurt to do that, but now it’s nice to have added three new additions to show the enemy.  And those soldiers always made it too easy for me because those black uniforms with those lame red handkerchiefs on their arms made them blend in as much as a black guy at a Klan rally.

That alarm clock of reality has always been too much for me in the morning though; I’d really love to get a new one.  Maybe an alarm that doesn’t make my stomach churn from every infection of death around me.  It’s pretty hard to describe what everyone was eating the night before they die because it was always tinged with shit and bile when it left their carcass.  On this certain day though, I smelt a hint of strawberries from my works of art.  Someone must have had a nice stash of fruit.

But ever since those countries inhabited with slanted eyed people decided to show the world that they were the powerhouse of the universe, my life has been a living hell.  I have nothing against foreigners or anyone that isn’t an American, but it’s just annoying when they take away everything that I love about life.  I can’t even watch television anymore because every single channel is either clearing its throat at me with grey fuzz or it just keeps on showing me that it has the spins from a night of drinking.

Every music station is cursed with some man that is trying to start a revolution.  He must not have been around for the past ten years because it wouldn’t take too much to rile up a group of people since we don’t have a choice now.  Now back when I was in my early twenties, we had a choice, because life was very quiet.  My job was tedious and boring, but hey, filing taxes was a lot easier than staying in shape all year round and shooting someone’s child to show the world that you are more important.  Even though after all of the bullets are done targeting on their lust for blood, I still don’t know who gets out easy; because I most likely just have to do this another day.

People tend to call me Thixus because they think that I have the thickest skin and I always say how much this situation sucks.  So I have just assumed that title since everything else about me was destroyed when my home town was lifted from the Earth without me.  I am just glad that my wife made it out of there before she experienced when a clock stops ticking in the sewers.  Although, the bright light that scorched my city did leave me without an heir when I escaped from that chaos.  But after ten years of this same scenario, you just end up saying, oh well.  No matter what you do, it won’t bring them back.

But back at the place where I shot three more soldiers, I tapped the heads of my victims with bullets to make sure I was safe.  When their arms and legs twitched like a demon possessed them, I checked what remained of their faces.  Their souls were vacant from their eyes, so I put my gun’s harness across my body to try and find my wife Lauren with two free hands.  Her building was still intact, so I thought she may be fine.  I walked over to the door that was never afraid to let anyone in since it only had half of its body left.  It fell over as soon as I touched it, and as always, I had to duck to make sure that an incoming bat didn’t give everyone a show and tell display of my thoughts.

As I shouted out, “It’s me Thixus!” the baseball player decided that he didn’t need to hit a home run.  I looked over to my friend with his calming green eyes that reminded me of the grassy plains that were around my hometown; my face was creased with a much needed smile.  His burly arms relaxed themselves as I felt his laughter signaling that he still remembered me.  I pat his back to make his curly brown locks jump for joy while I told him, “Good job Bobby.”

Bobby said, “Hey man, you told me to make sure that no one in here gets hurt.”

“Well you’re doing a great job at that.  Aren’t you just watching Lauren though?”

“Sadly yes.  We let in a woman from across the town yesterday, but she was infected with Greemen like the others.”

“That’s too bad.  Did any of you get a taste of that chaos within her?”

“No.  We didn’t cough at all when she was around us.  And we still haven’t coughed if you are wondering.”

“Good deal.  Well, I’m gonna go back and have some fun with my wife.  Keep us safe my man.”

He replied, “You know I will” as I walked through a gaping doorway that led to my wife’s still fluffy bed.  I guess she was right about getting that memory foam mattress all those years ago.  They really do withstand anything.

Her smile that refused to be anything short of pearly white kissed my eyes as I walked towards her.  That scar on her left cheek from that gunfight two years ago was barely noticeable now.  Good thing it just grazed her because I wouldn’t want her to lose that distinctively sharp chin of hers.  Also, I wouldn’t want her cheeks to be hidden by fat like other women that are cursed to stay indoors these days.  My fingers were rubbing through her black hair that refused to stay in line.   I always told her those casual curls would eventually knot around the middle of her back.  Those golden eyes always rubbed my suggestions into submission though.

She said, “I’m glad that I don’t have to find someone else to have sex with just yet” and then tasted my lips to make sure that I never forgot that she had such a sweet flavor of honey.

I replied, “You’re not the only one.  I’m just glad that John was sleeping by my side instead of you this morning.”

“Is he finally with his wife now?”

I nodded blankly as I said, “Yep.”  I caught my composure and continued with,  “But it was about time because he was masturbating way too much.”

We shared our laughter with one another right before she said, “Well since you bring it up, I was thinking about pleasing myself since you were a little late on coming back to me this morning.  But I could let you in me now; unless you can’t focus because of what happened to John?”

I shrugged as I said, “Eh what’s my motivation?”

She spread her legs and wiggled into the bed a little deeper as she said, “Well… I do have needs.  And I need to keep my mind off of this reality we live in.”

“Well I’m here to please your needs madam.”

She giggled and then lied back on the bed while saying, “Good.  Then stop talking and express your love to me without making any other sound than exhaling.”

I replied with a sprinkle of laughter, “Yes ma’am” and crept over to her.

Our lips magnetized towards each other until our souls connected with all of the passion that was left within this world.  Air ran within our nostrils until we could smell the salty drip of passion coming from within our pores.  Our tongues forced their way to each other and began to dance with no audience to view their magic.  Our eyes remained closed to allow our other senses to throw us into a world that could only be described within a dream.

Her fingers slid across my crimson tinged jeans until she found the zip-key to my hidden gift of fulfillment.  She unraveled the combination to my desired gift with no hesitation.  She stroked my throbbing key to eruption to make sure that I was never afraid of showing her how much she excited me.  Her smile’s decision to pause our kissing let me know that she was still happy to know that I loved expressing our love with one another.

My shirt proved to be unnecessary, so I made sure that she didn’t have to look at it anymore.  Her chest was still being covered by her laced tease of satisfaction, so I quickly unhinged the lock behind her back so that I could enjoy the fact that she was as real as it gets.  I then took off the second part of that outfit to reveal her enchanted portal of seduction.  If she was dripping any more excitement, then I would have thought she was at risk of losing too much water.

Our lips attacked each other again as we began to make our souls into one entity.  The warm vibration that was tingling up and down my manhood sent a warm rush of joy throughout my stomach and chest.  My brain began to drool until my entire mind was consumed with making sure she was receiving everything that we dreamt of.

Her hidden secret’s rings of contraction kept on squeezing onto her gift to make sure that I never left her body.  Every single thrust was a new euphoria that left me blind to the rest of the world.  As I watched her continue to prove that her body was completely natural, my fingers began to feel upon her buttons of pleasure on her chest.  They swirled on the gentle braille that continued to read “faster and harder” within my hips.

I gyrated back and forth until I could hear the tan walls being battered with the sound of her throat applauding for more.  Her moans and groans echoed within my skull until our bodies decided to start adding their own version of admiration.  Her eyes were being stolen by her eyelids, so I slid my nails down her side until those eyes began to cuddle with my heart again.

Her right leg wanted to fly into the air, so my left arm made sure that it was the best support for her.  That body of hers never stopped making me feel heaven lick upon my cheeks as I felt the rush of life from her prized possession.  My determination never allowed myself to disappoint her, so I kept on thrusting and flexing my desires within her.

After the shadows moved from the wall to halfway across the room, her body finally began to give in to its desire for a release.  Her quaking body squirmed within the ocean of our love until she was too exhausted to blink.  As she stared into a world of pleasure, my body decided to let out its signal of accomplishment.  I hunched over to taste the one person that gave my life meaning and never left me wanting more.  We wrapped our bodies together on the bed and only let our smiles and exhales fill the room.

The constant trials of this new lifestyle always dampened the time of enjoyment that we could share after expressing ourselves; so we quickly put back on our clothes that we were wearing.  She decided to put on her yoga pants that reminded her of when we could actually cuddle.  Her shirts were never anything that she spent much time thinking about though, so white was a good choice.

As I picked up my gun and slung it over my body, I heard the heart breaking sound of coughing coming from the other room.  I stammered out into the living room to be staring at the hollow shell of a friend that was now only another Greemen.  His eyes remained that same color of home but were sliced with the infection of white streaks that were melting in from the whites of his eyes.  Those same whites were being eaten away with the bloody vision of corruption from the outside barriers of his eyelids.  It was only a matter of time until that red color was going to signal that I had to take him out.

The heat that was dancing from his body was already stained with that green glow that gave the first part of their name.  They were just called Greemen because someone said it so fast, “Green men,” that we just adopted that language.  This empty shell in front of me was going to try and take away everything that I had like the others always tried to do.  I just shook my head and said, “Sorry Bobby” while staring at another lost cause.  The smell of his already decaying flesh was even more powerful than the fecal matter that was revealing itself in the melting snow.

A shriek, that still rips apart the best dreams I could have, ran around the whole room.  My gun spit out the empty shell of its gift to Bobby as this abomination fell to the ground without an expression to give.  I couldn’t put together what expression was painted on the wall, but I didn’t want to enjoy that piece of art at all.  I also figured that he could keep that pendant of a bird that I gave him.  It may have been the last thing I had from my father, but I couldn’t remember his face our voice anymore anyway.  So it’s better that I moved on instead of dwelling on the fact that this man we met two years ago died from the fate he was fighting off with that very bat.  The sound of skulls cracking made us find him in the street now that I think about it.  Oh well.

Lauren walked out of the room and said, “Well now he can sleep without worrying about whether or not I’m safe.”

I replied, “That’s for sure.  We better get out of here though because we don’t want to get infected.”

“I’m ready when you are.”

I nodded my head and grabbed her hand while we made our way to another city that might have some food.  We didn’t want to try and eat what was in that room because Greemen always likes to sneak into your body when you are the most comfortable.  Whether it’s eating a meal or drinking some water, it makes sure that it’s a nice little addition of flavor in your meal.  Who would’ve thought that biological warfare would be this advanced.  At least those scientists were able to taste the anger of the city after we found them.  They were some of my best pieces of art.

But anyway, Lauren and I walked down the street with our hands refusing to let air in between them.  This was a nice display of affection, but it also kept other men that were thirsty for a taste of life at bay.  I was one of the few still with a gun among the commoners, so I made sure that they understood I’m never afraid to have to search for new bullets.  There didn’t seem to be anyone around to try and take my test that day though.

Our noses began to guide us to a sizzling enchantment to our left.  It stroked our stomachs until they growled in disappointment, so we made our way over to see what was going on.  We figured that there was nothing else to lose, so why not just try and get a good last meal.  The worst thing that I could think of was dying on an empty stomach.

So after we passed by the slats that used to be the sides of whole buildings, our eyes attempted to deceive us as we watched some meat’s flavor dance into the sky.  The twirling smoke was blinding our senses of survival, so I separated our hands and then signaled for her to hide while I checked it out.  I always admired how eagerly she would follow my commands.  So I showed my appreciation by checking out the situation with haste.

My eyes scanned the area to make sure that they touched on every surface that could have had some life on it.  After my paranoia was subsiding, my ears grabbed the popping sound of death as unnatural sharp wind whizzed by me.  I whipped around and flung my body over to the side as I let my gun shout with the other guns.

Even through all of the chaos, I could always tell which soldiers were either afraid or thirsty for blood.  It’s pretty pathetic that tears are something some people show their enemy before they die.   I continued to give the men at the top of the broken street a shower of their friends to see who was a really ambitious enough to stay alive.  When those amateurs let fear mold their faces, I knew that I was going to be fine.  I plucked off all of them except for one that seemed to have the hand of God protecting him.  We just held our screaming guns towards each other and waited to see who would be guided to the life beyond.  The sparks around my body were actually a nice refreshment of warmth now that I think about it.  But thankfully, my gun still proved to be steadier than his.  I was just glad that they never thought there was another soul to take behind the rock wall to my right.

I picked up my withered body and then felt anger impact the side of me.  We spun to the ground as my gun fell from my hands.  This shrieking furry was very proud of its claws by how quickly it shredded my shirt.  It continued clawing and screaming until I punched its nose into its skull.  Its eyes that were stained with an outer ring of blood and bleached out pupils yelled in pain and caused him to throw me into a wall.  I may have shown that wall that I was more of a solid structure, but I wouldn’t have minded if I just slid down it.  I can’t express how much I hate Greemen.  I’m just glad that my wife and I took that vaccination from those doctors after I was done with them.  So now we can only get infected if we eat something infected with this disease rather than from a simple touch like everyone else.

It charged through the vacant wall and was throwing all of the tables and chairs in that building to try and find me.  They’re such irrational creatures that they can’t do the simplest functions; like thinking.  Although, they always proved to have greater senses whenever they heard me click open my knife.  I hated seeing it whip around with so much excitement.

As soon as it bridged the gap between us, it figured out that I sharpen my knife every night.  A strategic slice made him unable to close his mouth; I should’ve sliced a little lower.  I guess that I was a little sloppy that day.  The slice did stun the creature though because they can’t stand the sight of their orange blood.  So while it was a spewing jabbering mess, I wrapped my legs around its arms and locked my feet behind its back so that only its screams could try and kill me.

I continued to etch my anger on the top of its skull until a geyser of victory was telling me to keep going.  I showed that ingenuity will always prevail until its power infected legs gave in to pain.  Sadly, it fell on top of me and I remembered how they are as heavy as a gorilla.  Thankfully, adrenaline took hold of my body so I could continue to carve how much I deserved to live into its brain.  When this beast was just a twitching mess, I pushed this abomination off of me and then carved my initials into its medulla to make sure it wasn’t getting up.  It’s crazy that they still have that dancing aura for a couple of days after they’re dead; although it does give an artist quite a nice display for their initials.

Nobody else was going to try and challenge me after I took out that group of people, so I figured it was safe to call my Lauren out to join me.  It’s good that she learned how to survive because her steps were only as loud as the pebbles around her feet.  Her head never made her eyes witness those deaths because it was too much for her to bear.  Her spirit made its way over to me and then we carefully indulged on the whole selection of pheasant and whatever other creature was singed to our liking.  We didn’t want to think about what else this meal could have been because the only thing that mattered was that it wasn’t stained with green and it was a treat for our survival.

As we were eating, she asked, “So when are we going to head west and get away from all of this?”

I replied, “There isn’t anything out there for us.”

“How do you know?”

“Because we only have each other.  And since we only have each other, we don’t need to go anywhere else.”

“But what if there isn’t any fighting over there?”

“That’s impossible because they attacked all of America.  And it may just be like the east that’s corrupted with Greemen running all over of the streets.”

“But there’s talk that we’re starting to win over there and that we’re regrouping for an attack on them.”

“It’s just a feeling of false hope that they love to give everyone.  Just know that someday we’ll be with our loved ones in the afterlife and don’t try and focus on anything else but survival.  Okay?”

Her head drooped as she took another bite of food and said, “Okay.”

I hated telling her this at times because I only wanted to make her happy.  I just didn’t want to fill her head with some false sense of reality to make her become careless and try and leave into the desert.  I’d only heard of people being ripped to shreds by the machines hidden within the ground, so I don’t think that she could run fast enough to escape from that war.  The machines may shake the ground before they submerge, but her attention to detail was not keen enough to convince me that she would survive without me.

The day fell asleep and left us inside of another abandoned building with our hormones pushing us to explore again.  The walls were saying nothing but greyness and the floor was too cold to sleep on; so we enjoyed the fact that another bed was intact.  I teased her lips with mine until I noticed that she was being tormented by her thoughts.  I stared confusion into her eyes and asked, “What is it?”

She replied, “You might not like what I’m thinking about.”

“I always want to hear your voice so that I know you’re still around.  I don’t want to have to forget you.”

“Well I was thinking about the west again.”

I dropped my head with a sigh before I said, “Why?  What is it that’s made you want to go there all of a sudden?”

“Are you sure that you want to know that?”

I replied after kissing her lips again, “I want to know anything that your mind is holding in there.”

I heard of her lips sliding up from her teeth as she smiled at me and said, “I’m pregnant.”

My face remained encased with stone as I asked, “Are you serious?”

She replied with glee still lighting her spirits, “Yes.”

“So is that why you want to move west?  To make sure that the baby is safe and that we could actually raise a child together?”  Her head bobbed up and down and made our hearts feel warm.  I then said, “Well then if you want to go west, then we’ll go in the morning.”

“Really?  I mean you’re seriously willing to go?”

“Of course.  I’m here to protect and serve you.  So I’m willing to do whatever you wish.”

She said with tears adding moisture to the room, “I love you.”

I replied, “I love you too” and then continued kissing the woman that stole my heart.

Our bodies made themselves one again as we celebrated the act of making life.  Our hips thrust passion in between every breath that we shared in that room.  My skin was tugged by her teeth that were hungry for another taste of flesh.  Her nails screamed her never ending gratitude towards our goal that was coming true.  Creating life within this country was the biggest act of rebellion to our enemy.  When they were trying to exterminate us, we were creating a new army for a new generation.

The infection of greed for pleasure consumed me as I flipped her over and then began to work my fingers to her trigger points.  I played her beautiful strings of exhales to hear the notes of her fulfillment give me the gift of motivation.  My left hand reached down for her pressure button of release so that I could turn the combination to her eruption.  Her neck threw her head into the bed and allowed her to scream all of her notes into the pillow.

I continued turning the combination for her gold until I felt her body cooling off our burning desires.  My excitement took hold of my masterpiece as it released a little nutrition for the baby that was to come.  Her mouth wanted another taste of love, so we brought our lips together and allowed our minds to run in an oasis of compassion.  We finally drifted into a world that was free from terror and we were going to set out west in the morning.

My mind was deep within its own world until reality shook our safe spot.  Urgency and fear grabbed my gun beside me; but after the sun light was jumping on us from a new hole on the roof, I grabbed her hand and darted outside.  She was dragging for a little bit, but then she matched my paces perfectly after a quick stutter step, so we continued running until the heat behind us was vacant.  I looked up and heard the sound of a distant jet that was finished with its duty.  My hand clenched onto her hand as I said, “It was just a jet.  We should keep moving though.”

I was cursed with silence and then looked over to see that there was no longer a body to accompany the hand I was holding.  That ring that lied to me with the thought of us staying together was all that looked back at me from the severed arm.  I guess that only the ring is what stays with someone until they die.  So I put that ring on my left pinky to let it clink the love we shared until I pass away.  I also figured the best thing to do was to keep our promise and move west.  Oh well.

It’s been a couple months now since my start to the unknown adventures of the west.  I do miss everything that Lauren was because there will never be another person as perfect as she was for me.  I have to just stop thinking about it though because just because she died, doesn’t mean that I have to.  So I have to make my emotions to her as vacant as possible by saying, “I kinda miss having sex” whenever someone asks about my past.  Maybe I’ll be able to taste life again with another person; although, a part of me would just prefer to let death reunite us because I don’t feel the need to have an heir anymore.  Now that I think about it, it wouldn’t be too nice to bring a child into this chaotic lifestyle.

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