Morning Coffee And Sweet Surprises (Closed to Poprockz)

[Drobabes]

Taking a deep breath herself, she slipped the note under quickly and then stepped back. She was counting on Damien's experience with that gun if the person decided to attack, but standing away from the door would at least, hopefully, stop them from getting a chestful of shotgun shells. Or an axe.

 

[Poprockz]

After the note had been pushed under the door, they didn't hear any changes for a moment and Damien almost opened his mouth to whisper when they heard it.

"MM! Mm! mmmm!" It sounded feminine, like a woman trying to cry out but being unable for some reason.

"Shut up!" The sound of a slap and a whimper could be heard through the door following that sentence, spoken in a man's voice. "Fucking dumb bitch..."

Damien's eyes widened as he realized what was happening. He looked over to Cora, wondering if she had come to the same conclusion yet. It was obvious that the woman was being taken advantage of inside, whether or not she was dying or infected. Maybe the man was infected or dying, but wanted to get his rocks off beforehand, or maybe he was just a looter that happened upon her in her apartment.

In any case, he knew Cora wouldn't want to leave things like this, and he had to agree. If it was a situation that would put them in danger to help someone, he usually wouldn't want to do it, but it seemed like this would be a straightforward matter of putting a bullet in him.

While it seemed like the woman was aware of them, it didn't seem like the man on the other side had noticed the note though, seemingly concentrating on his current activities.

 

[Drobabes]

Her eyes widened for a moment, and then a look of cold rage set on her face. She met Damien's eyes briefly, and then she bent down on her knees and grabbed the tip of the note that was still sticking out of the door. She pulled it out quickly then tossed it aside. When she stood back up, she wasn't shaking.

She mouthed to him, 'what should we do?', but made no move to move from the wall yet. Looking back at the door, then back at him, she raised her hand up to the door in a half closed fist.

'Knock?' she mouthed.

 

[Poprockz]

He shook his head, a cold look in his eyes as he reached up and tapped the gun twice, indicating that he wanted to open the door and shoot whoever it was if necessary.

"Surprise." he mouthed, not wanting to alert whoever it was and allow them to go for their weapon before he had the opportunity to put them down.

He moved over to her side and put his hand on the doorknob, looking to her for approval.

 

[Drobabes]

Agreeing, she nodded. She reached out and took the metal bat from him, then carefully sat the shovel down out of the way. Then she took a step back and got ready to swing.

It wasn't as good as a gun, but if the man survived a shot and got out the door, she could at least get a good blow on him and give Damien the chance to finish him off.

 

[Poprockz]

He very slowly tried to open the door and found it unsurprisingly locked. Damien took his lockpicking items out after holstering his gun and unlocked it as quietly as possible. It could barely be heard above the whining.

Once it was done, he pocketed his items and took out his pistol again, nodding to Cora before turning the knob. He quickly threw open the door and pointed the pistol, his eyes taking in the situation within seconds.

There were actually two men, both accosting a woman around Cora's age. The younger one of them was holding her hands behind her back and fucking her pussy, while the other older one had his hands on her head, fucking her mouth his his erect cock. The spit-roasted woman was entirely naked, and covered in cum. It looked as though they may have been at this for hours, or it may even have been a continuance from yesterday.

Her eyes went to Damien, pleading with him in those few seconds while her body was ravished by the two men. They soon stopped and looked at him with mouths agape. Obviously they weren't expecting anyone to drop by, especially someone with a gun. It didn't look like they were armed other than a sharp knife one had set on the ground.

Damien pointed the gun and said, "let the girl go, and I may consider not shooting you both right this second."

They both pulled out, the girl coughing and crawling toward the door as they put their hands up. "Hey, no need to get violent or anything. It's the end of the world isn't it? You're a guy, right? Wouldn't you take advantage if your days were numbered." The man's lip trembled as Damien's expression didn't change.

 

[Drobabes]

Cora didn't want to see what was behind that door, but as the women came crawling through, her face scrunched up in pain. She fought not to start crying, seeing the poor woman so abused and absolutely filthy with their combined cum. She didn't drop the bat, but she got down on her knees almost instantly and pulled the women up into her lap, hugging her to her chest and rocking her.

"Shh, shh, it's okay. It's done, no more."

Despite her efforts, she lost the battle as tears started pouring down her own face, dripping into the poor women's hair.

"Shh sweety, shh. You have to quiet down or those things might hear us. We're going to get you out of here."

She pulled the women away from her chest just long enough to wipe her face off and look into her eyes so she knew it was true, then she went back to rocking her.

Her tear soaked face looked up at Damien, seeking something. Everything in her screamed that it wasn't right to kill, but what they had done to her filled her with such a cold anger that she was actually scared of the feelings it was pulling up into herself. She didn't know what was the right thing to do here. If they let them go, they might just go out and do this again, possibly even to them.

 

[Poprockz]

The woman stopped coughing and tried to cry a bit more softly, her face burying into Cora's chest as her hands tightly gripped the fabric of Cora's shirt. Cora's rocking motion seemed to help her, and she soon simply sniffled in her arms, seemingly just happy to be held. There were dried cum stains under her nose, as though it had even spilled out her nose from one of the loads they pumped into her mouth.

Damien kept the gun trained on the men and looked down at Cora's crying face. There was such pain and empathy there, it hurt his heart to see. And yet, he could tell that she was still conflicted about what to do. He knew the choice that had to be made, and he knew that he would have to be the one to make it. The guilt and fault for what was about to happen would fall squarely on his shoulders, and yet he didn't think that he would really regret it.

If she was unable to make the call, then he would, and he would take responsibility.

Pop. Pop.

Their two bodies slumped to the ground, a bullet hole in each of their foreheads. The silenced pistol was very quiet, almost unnervingly so. It seemed like such an instrument of death should be louder, screaming its message of death to the skies to echo through the halls. But there was only a small pop, the only noise that preceded their deaths.

He lowered his weapon and looked to Cora. "I'm sorry," was all he said. Damien wasn't sorry for having killed them, but he was sorry for the inner conflict that Cora struggled with regarding the morality of such a decision.

 

[Drobabes]

"I'm sorry."

She shook her head, not being able to find any words in that moment. Her hands petted the women's hair gently, and after a moment more of rocking, she finally spoke.

"Here, give me your top shirt" she said quietly.

"Let's get her up and back to my apartment."

She didn't have much feeling, not yet at least, towards what had been done except for a small amount of relief. But they were still in danger in the hall, and the poor women needed to be somewhere safe where she could cry properly.

 

[Poprockz]

Damien didn’t need to be told twice- he immediately took off his shirt and handed it to Cora. The naked woman had long black hair and green eyes, and Damien could see why they would seized the opportunity to overpower her. She was an attractive woman with large breasts and young supple skin.

“I could carry her...” he said softly, reaching out to pick her up.

The woman seemed to shrink from him, pressing herself tightly against Cora and it almost seemed like she was trying to bury her way into her chest. It was obvious she didn’t want to be touched by him, so he straightened up and took a step back.

He could understand why she might be hesitant to let a man tough her right now with what she went through, and honestly it made more sense for Cora to help her along so Damien was free to shoot any oncoming zombies if necessary. He put the pistol back into the holster and gestured toward the girl. “It seems like you’ll have to be her shoulder. We can take it slow if you need.”

 

[Drobabes]

Cora wrapped the shirt over her shoulders, never quite letting her go as she did so. The poor thing was shaking like a leaf, and Cora knew all too well what she was going through.

"“I could carry her..."

"Damien n-"

She felt the women flinch badly in her arms, and the way she dug into her own chest hurt, but she knew it was going to happen so she clamped her mouth shut from making any noise. A small part of her was angry at him-he really should have known that wasn't a good idea, but it had happened and there was nothing to be done now. Slowly, she starts to stands up.

Using the strength in her legs to hold the women's weight, she pulls her up with her, knowing she probably wouldn't be in a mental state to be very cooperative. Once they were up, Cora simply takes over for the women, gently but firmly prying her hands off her shirt and forcing her to put her arms through the sleeves of the shirt. She buttons the front up for her, noting that it was big enough to cover her body like a loose dress, which was good. That would make her feel covered and protected. She debated on taking off her own pants to put on the women, but she decided that getting her to a safe place quickly was more important.

Wrapping her arms around the women protectively, she nodded towards the bat, letting him know she couldn't carry it at that moment. She didn't care about the shovel right then, but she would leave that up to him if he wanted it or not.

"Ok, let's go."

She wanted to get backs as fast as possible.

 

[Poprockz]

He watched them stand up, unaware of his mistake. To him, it just seemed like she was weak and would need to be carried. Though her reaction was understandable, to him it wasn't necessarily a given since he was part of the team that saved her. He did regret it when he saw Cora cringe in pain from the desperate way the woman clung to her, like a dog that was drowning and trying to grab onto a person, only to drag them down with them.

Damien didn't make any further moves to help as Cora helped the two of them to stand up, then dressing the raven-haired lady. The woman's legs were shaking like jelly, and he was a tad concerned about Cora's ability to actually get her down the stairs. If she fell, it would make a loud noise and possibly attract attention. Not to mention it might injure Cora as well.

When she nodded at the bat, he stooped over and grabbed both it and the shovel, putting the shovel in the duffle bag and carrying the bat himself. He walked in front of them, making sure that he would be the first line of defense.

The first steps were difficult for the woman, but she was soon able to at least put one foot in front of the other toward wherever Cora directed her. Taking the stairs slowly, they were able to make it down in one piece, making a beeline for her apartment. He hovered outside of it and waited for them to go inside before entering and locking the door behind them.

He sighed, glad to be able to actually talk now. "I think she could use a hot shower... and you should probably check her for injuries." Damien set the duffel bag down and gave them some space, walking into the kitchen.

 

[Drobabes]

She nodded in agreement and began to guide the women upstairs. When she reached her bedroom, she went straight for her bathroom and opened the door, but she didn't try to bring the women inside yet, not sure if she was claustrophobic, or even wanted a shower at that moment.

"Sweety" she said gently, pulling her back so she could look at her again.

"Do you want a shower? You can leave the shirt on. Or I can get you a rag and some warm water in a bowl. I have clean clothes you can put on too; what do you think?"

She kept her voice low and quiet, and as she talked, she tried to look at her body for injuries like Damien had suggested.

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Downstairs, if Damien happened to notice, the glass door of Bowie's cage hung open just slightly. The snake, usually resting on the palm, was nowhere to be seen.

 

[Poprockz]

Her green eyes looked up at Cora and she nodded, "a shower would be nice. Can you... Can you stay with me? You don't have to be in the shower, but I don't want to be alone." She looked as though her eyes were going to spill over with tears once more, her black hair sticky with splotches of dried cum.

Upon further inspection, one could see bruises on her hips and thighs, likely where they had held her. There were hickies on her neck, but other than that, she was uninjured. It would seem that rough hands and slaps had been enough for them to overpower the woman. She had a tattoo on her shoulder-blade that looked like a mermaid lounging on a rock.

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Downstairs, Damien made some of the food, hoping that the girl might eat something. He knew that it was unlikely that she would be hungry after all that, but she needed to keep up her strength if they were going to take her with them. He sighed, thinking about the implications of having another member to their group; he didn't like it, but they couldn't just turn her away now.

"What do you think, Bowie?" He asked, poking his head out of the kitchen to ask the snake. Of course he wasn't expecting an answer, but he was at least expecting those red eyes and the thoughtful flick of the snake's tongue. Damien frowned and looked around, not seeing the snake in plain sight anywhere.

He finished up the sandwiches and left them on the counter, starting to search the apartment for the milky serpent.

 

[Drobabes]

Cora started crying again. She was trying her best to stay calm for this women, but knowing the type of pain she was in was making it extremely difficult to squash her own trauma down. She kisses her forehead very briefly and pets her hair back from her face.

"Of course I can. I will not leave this room until you feel comfortable, okay?"

Her own voice was strained with emotion and she forces herself to swallow, trying to hold it together for her. She keeps a hand on her shoulder as she guides her into the bathroom and adjusts the shower water for her, making sure it isn't to hot, then she helps her step inside.

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Bowie is indeed nowhere to be seen, and seeing as he is not like a dog or cat, he has given no indication as to where he might have slithered off too.

 

[Poprockz]

The woman gave her a little anxious smile and nodded. "Thank you. I'm Daphne, by the way..."

She let Cora guide her, the woman's legs still a bit unsteady. The shirt was removed and dropped to the floor before she stepped into the shower to wash off some of the physical evidence of the fun those men had had with her. The water was sometimes a bit milky as it went down the drain, and every minute or so, the girl would nervously pull back the curtain slightly, peeking out to make sure Cora was still there.

Soon she was done, stepping out with more steady legs as she was now cleansed and warm. She grabbed a towel and wrapped it around herself, her black hair dripping down as she turned her gaze to Cora once more. "What happens now?" she asked hesitantly. "Are you guys staying in the apartment or leaving? Would you... maybe take me with you if you go? I... I don't have anyone left." Her green eyes looked down at her feet as one of her hands scrunched up the towel as she squeezed it for support.

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Damien looked under the couches, in the cabinets, up above the shelves, anywhere a snake might be. he looked at the stairs and shook his head. There was no way the snake had slithered all the way up there... was there? His eyebrow raised and he wondered to himself how the snake had escaped in the meantime.

He slowly walked up the steps, turning and going into the guest room first and searching everywhere for it. Eventually, he sat on the bed, a bit confounded. It couldn't have slipped out a window, could it?

 

[Drobabes]

"Cora" she smiled weakly, and then sat on the toilet while the women showered. She didn't move from the spot, as promised. She had stopped her own crying but her body felt a bit weird, her thoughts hazy and her chest hurt a bit. She tried to practice what her therapist had suggested, focusing on a single sense to clear her thoughts and calm her anxiety. The sound of the water was what she was listening to when Daphne stepped out of the shower.

Cora stood up as the women wrapped the towel around herself, taking a deep breathe to get her emotions back under control. Having to take care of someone else was surprisingly helpful.

"What happens now?"

She met her gaze with a pained expression.

"I honestly don't know. We're not going to kick you out in the street to fend for yourself, but we don't have a solid plan ourselves. We're going to try to go north. That's about as far as we've gotten in our own plan."

She walked them out into her room and started pulling some outfits out of her dresser. The women's bust was definitely a lot bigger than her own, and while her regular bras wouldn't fit, she guessed that at least her sports bras might. It might be a little tight, but it would be better than a wire digging into her skin, or her breasts falling out of the bra every time she bent over.

"We don't have anyone left either... This whole thing is...really shit."

She through a few different pairs of pants, shirts, underwear, and two black sports bras onto her mattress.

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The guest bedroom was directly connected to Cora's, and through the thin walls, he could all but hear their conversation as they spoke, letting him know they were out of the shower at least.

 

[Poprockz]

Daphne stood there awkwardly, twiddling her fingers as Cora fished for clothes that might accommodate the big-bosomed girl. She hadn't really commented on their plan of going north, simply nodding thoughtfully.

She looked a bit confused when she mentioned that they didn't have anyone. "What do you mean? You guys seem like you were together before all of this. He's not your boyfriend?" Her eyes seemed to try to process her words before she leaned forward nervously.

"If you didn't know him before, is he safe?" Daphne shifted her eyes away and looked at the door as though she expected it to burst open, "I'm grateful you guys saved me, but his eyes seemed so dark." Her expression looked worried, as though Damien gave her the chills.

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Damien cocked his head to the side as he heard their conversation. As he couldn't find the snake anywhere else and didn't think he needed to check the bathroom (he figured they would have seen it), he decided to eavesdrop a bit. He knew it was an inappropriate thing to do, but he felt like he shouldn't get close to them right now with how fragile the new girl was. He was curious, and the curiosity was so overpowering that he couldn't help but silently listen. After they were out, he would search her room for the snake also before alerting Cora about the missing reptile.

Again, he couldn't blame her for questioning him. After all, he was a stranger and he did shoot two men in front of her, even if they did abuse her.

 

[Drobabes]

Cora looked up suddenly, seeing the concern in Daphne's eyes as she spoke.

"I'm sorry, that's...not what I meant. I meant family."

Her throat felt tight, and she tried to clear it before continuing, deciding it would probably be best to give the women at least some of the truth so she felt safe.

"Damien didn't have much family before this happened, and I only had my brother and his wife. I uh, well, they're both gone."

She turned away from her to fiddle with the items on her nightstand.

"She turned first, and I think she caught him while he was sleeping. He was on their bed when I found him."

Cora took a deep breath before she turned back around.

"Damien is safe. I trust that boy more than I've ever trusted anyone in my life. Well," she chuckles weakly.

"Except for my brother. But he's gone now, so..." she shrugs.

It actually felt a little bit good to talk about it. The wound was still so fresh, but getting even just a small amount off her chest was relieving. She didn't want the focus to stay on herself though, so she sits on the bed while she waits for her to get dressed and invites her to tell her own story.

"What about you? Do you have any family? We might be able to work something out and maybe help you travel to go try and meet up with them?"

 

[Poprockz]

She watched Cora as she spoke, looking away as though she wished she hadn't asked about their families. Still in her towel, she sat next to Cora on the bed and wrapped her arms around her. "I'm sorry about your brother," she said softly, leaning on Cora as she hugged her.

"I was going to the nearby college, so my family is actually in lower Florida. I don't think they made it. The last I heard from them on my cell phone was them saying that-" her eyes teared up and she choked out, "that they loved me." She sniffled and started to softly cry on Cora's shoulder, her tears soaking into her shirt.

"I sent them a text back but they never replied. I tried to call them but none of them answered." Daphne sniffled again and let out a shuddery breath. "When those guys knocked on the door, they said they were there from the National Guard, and that they were looking for survivors to take them to a safe zone. I opened the door and they barged in. I think they just planned to rob me, but when they saw me, they tore off my clothes and took turns."

She buried her head against Cora's shoulder. "There were four of them to begin with, but two of them went out at night and never came back. The guys seemed to think that they didn't make it since they were supposed to be back within an hour."

 

[Drobabes]

Cora wrapped her arms around the women as she hugged her. It felt good to have someone to emphasize with, but, she felt weirdly detached. She thought she would fall apart from talking about all of it, but in that moment, she just felt...numb.

"There were four of them to begin with, but two of them went out at night and never came back..."

Her back went rigid at the mention of two more men. Just two of them happening upon a women and taking advantage of her was one thing, but if there had been four...well that was more concerning. They had been traveling in a group, and there was no telling if there had been more with them that hadn't come along. Or if those two were coming back.

Cora gently loosened her grip and pushed the women back from her, her own brows knitted in concern.

"Daphne, will you be ok if I leave you here to get dressed by yourself? I need to talk to Damien. We might have to leave sooner if there is a chance of those guys coming back. Do you understand? We don't want to be here if they come back and find their buddies dead."

She stands up slowly, not really giving the women a choice in the matter as she walked towards the door. As much as she didn't want to leave the women, this was important and it couldn't wait.

 

[Poprockz]

She looked a bit surprised when Cora pulled her back, not expecting her to push her gently back. The look immediately turned to concern when she suggested leaving and going to Damien. The look was like that of a child who didn't want to be left in the dark without the nightlight on. Her hands let Cora go, but don't go back to her sides as though she wanted Cora to come back.

"I don't know, I- do you have to go? Maybe he could come in here?" Daphne seemed to be searching for a reason for Cora to stay when something moved out of the corner of her eye. Turning her head, she let a frightened little squeak out as she saw the milky snake slithering across the bed toward her. She was frozen, not sure what to do as her heart beat quickly in her chest.

The snake slithered closer and closer until... It slithered across her lap and curled up, laying its head on her thigh like a cat might. She blinked, not sure what to do as she became a little more calm. It was confusing, seeing a creature that instilled fear in a lot of people simply cuddle up to her on her lap. Hesitantly, she reached out and rested her hand on the snake's scales. It simply rested there, its tongue flicking out lazily.

She gave it a little smile, looking at Cora and nodding. "Is this your snake?"

 

[Drobabes]

She bit her lip, looking first at the door, then back at the women. She could try to call Damien in here, but if he was downstairs, she would have to shout for him. No way in hell was she going to do that.

Cora opened her mouth to assure Daphne that it was going to be alright, but when she turned around and saw her frozen in fear, and then saw Bowie, she stopped. Her own actions freeze as she watches the snake crawl closer and closer, scared that at any moment, the women was going to scream her head off and alert every zombie within a mile radius. Her feet felt frozen to the floor, her heart pumping hard in her chest, and she was chest getting ready to start back to the bed and clamp her hands over the women's mouth when something very strange happened.

Bowie crawled into her lap and curled up. Actually curled up, like he would in one of his caves. Except there was no cave there, not even a blanket to hide under. She had had that snake for twelve years and she had never seen him act in such a manner. A small pang of fear ran through her chest as she wondered if he was sick.

"Is this your snake?"

Her eyes looked up from Bowie and all she could do was nod, still somewhat frozen in place. After another few seconds of heavy silence, she walks over to her and gently lifts Bowie's head up.

He looked fine, his tongue flicking like normal, and she didn't hear any strange noises to indicate a respiratory infection. He wasn't cold either, so it's not like he had sought her lap out for warmth.

"Huh..."

She sat his head back down gently.

"He's never done that before."

 

[Poprockz]

Daphne looked a bit pleased that the snake was acting uncharacteristically kind to her. She stroked the soft scales slowly, looking up at Cora and smiling a bit, her shoulders relaxing. "I thought he was scary at first but... maybe he's actually kind of cute."

The girl sighed and shrugged. "I think I'll be okay by myself for a little bit." She simply continued petting the snake, Bowie not seeming to mind her touch as he laid there on her warm thighs.

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Damien had heard everything, of course, and he knew that he needed to make himself look busy before she came to him. He was happy that the snake was found safe and sound, and that in of itself surprised him. He tended to avoid getting attached to animals, so it seemed like his affection for the serpent had crept up on him.

The part about the woman being ravished by four men had brought a cringe to his face, not wanting to imagine how many times they fucked her before only the two were left to continue. No wonder she was absolutely covered in cum.

He exited the room, going into the bathroom and closing the door, using the facilities quickly before starting to wash his hands.

 

[Drobabes]

Cora was so very confused by Bowies sudden change in behaviour that she had completely forgotten why she had gotten up until the women let her know she would be fine for a moment.

"Oh, right. Okay, I'll be back in just a minute."

She trusted that the women wasn't going to hurt her snake, not on purpose at least, and she knew from experience he only ever bit when food was being offered to him, and even then it was rarely an actual strike from defense. Feeling a little calmer, she quickly made her way out of her bedroom.

She headed towards the guest bedroom, having heard the toilet flush, and made her way in. She purposefully avoided looking at any one thing too hard, and gave the broken picture frame a wide amount of space as she walked by. Her hand comes up to knock softly on the bathroom door.

"Damien? We might have a problem. She said there had been four guys originally, but two left and haven't come back."

She stepped back from the door, giving him some room for when he finished.

"If they didn't get turned, they might come back and find their buddies where we left them."

A small part of her kind of wanted them to come back. That same small part of her that had made her so furious in the hallway. Her brain told her that she simply wanted to stop the men from harming anyone else, but she had to question herself if she didn't just want a little revenge. The thought scared her, just like it had then, and she wondered if she wasn't slowly losing her mind. How many times could she break before she finally crumbled? Losing track of the person she had once been?

She crosses her arms and bites her lip again.