Morning Coffee And Sweet Surprises (Closed to Poprockz)

[Drobabes]

Her eyes stayed on the road but she was barely paying attention to it, her attention all but glued on the radio. When at last a voice came on, she held her breath.

"We hope you're having a safe Saturday!"

Her finger gripped the steering wheel a bit too hard, her eyes flicking around the road. So that was it then.

"At least the station is on, though... That's a good sign, right?"

Her face turned to him for a moment, then she looked back at the road. She was quiet for a moment.

"My phone service is out," she repeated.

"We're on our own."

For a long while after that she was completely silent, just watching the road and occasionally driving slower to maneuver around pile ups, sometimes having to carefully take the car off road and into the grass before being able to get around the wreckage. It made her nervous, and she tried her best to avoid any debris that might pop their tires. That was not something she did not want to have to deal with when they didn't have any bullets.

Finally, after about half an hour, she looked over at Damien and rubbed his leg.

"Why don't you try to sleep a little? You didn't get much of a nap earlier. I'll wake you up if I need directions."

 

[Poprockz]

After she made her comment about being alone, no one in the car wanted to break the silence. Dread was stirring in Damien's stomach, and he worried about what the future might hold for them. Sabastian disliked that it meant leaving everything he knew and loved in life for the most part.

Damien looked over at her, prompted by her touch. He hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Okay. I'm a light sleeper, as you know, but I'll try to take a nap. I've always had an easier time sleeping in cars for some reason, so I might be able to do it." The man sighed and reclined his seat just a bit, closing his eyes. It wasn't long before he was breathing softly, comforted enough by Cora's presence to enter into a light nap.

Their blonde companion also leaned against the door and used a shirt he pulled from his pack to make a little pillow to sleep on. Both men relied on her to drive and take them far from there until she could drive no more or needed additional information. The gas gauge was telling her the tank was now about half full.

 

[Drobabes]

Cora turned the radio off eventually, content to just drive with her thoughts. It was the first time in a while that she had a minute to herself, relatively, and she used it to just think. A few times she teared up and had to slow the car so that she could get herself together enough to drive, but for the most part, it was a relief.

It was a few hours before the gas tank got low enough for her to become concerned, and she finally pulled over at a more deserted gas station. She didn't shut the car off, looking around the empty parking lot for a long moment. The mansion had taught her that there were not just regular zombies to worry about.

She doubted the pumps were working, but even if they were, they would probably have to siphon some gas at some point. She wondered the station would have any kind of hose, or if they should try for a garden supply store. Finally, she hesitantly shut the engine off and lightly rested her hand on Damien's leg.

"Hey sweety. Gas tanks getting low."

 

[Poprockz]

Damien stirred, looking up from his slumber with sleepy eyes and a little smile. “Oh, okay. Give a second...” He yawned and stretched, his long arms not getting a ton of room to work with, but he still managed to make it a satisfying exercise for himself. He loved that she had used a cute pet name for him, the word making him extremely pleased that she felt familiar enough to use one. Wiping his eyes, he yawned again, but looked more awake this time. “We should check if the pumps still work. Do you want to stay in the car or come with me?”

The memories of the mansion were still fresh in his mind as well, so he wanted her to stay in the car. He knew she wasn’t likely to do that though, so it was better to ask her what her own preference was.

“I need to use the bathroom, guys. I’ll be back. If I find any munchies like chips then I’ll grab them on the way out.” Sabastian opened the car door and shoved the eyepatch in his pocket, trudging toward the gas station. Finding the restroom, he did his business, washed his hands, and popped back into the main part of the gas station. It had been mostly untouched, so he was happy to grab several bags of chips, candy, and crackers, using the bottom of his shirt like a little pouch.

Opening a box of junior mints, he popped a couple in his mouth and chewed. He wondered to himself if other zombies liked the taste of real food too. He sniffed, catching the scent of something for a moment. Looking around, he couldn’t quite pinpoint it until he stood in the direction of the counter. It was a lovely scent, one that he would consider bathing in, if at all possible. Sabastian walked behind the counter and opened the door behind it, letting his nose lead him. When he entered, he saw a small break room, and more notably a man sleeping with his head on the table. He could tell he was alive by the way he moved from his soft breath. His hair was beautiful and long, looking to be well cared for.

He could also smell alcohol now, the strong boozy smell mixing with his nice natural scent. Sabastian froze, unsure of what to do before coming closer. “Hey. You. Wake up, dumbass. If I was a zombie, you’d be dead right now. You didn’t even lock the door.” One of his hands went to his hip as the other held up his pouch of goodies.

 

[Drobabes]

He was so cute, the way he stretched out like a cat when he woke up. If Sabastian hadn't been in the car she probably would have leaned over and kissed him. As it were, she just smiled and stroked his hair for a brief moment.

"Do you want to stay in the car or come with me?"

She watched Sabastian leave before she answered, thinking about it for a moment. The man was shorter than her and didn't look very strong, but she couldn't forget how he had just picked her up like it was nothing. If they came across anything, he would probably be just fine with Sabastian there. However, if they came across another infected person that was like Margaret.

"You have your pistol on you?"

Her eyes left the window and looked down into his sleepy face.

"Sabastian seems pretty strong, you two will probably be fine. Maybe you should look for a hose though, encase we need to siphon some gas."

Her hand went to her seatbelt, unbuckling it, and then she leaned over and laid her head on his chest. She just couldn't help herself, and she knew they wouldn't be getting much privacy until the trip was over.

Meanwhile, inside the break room:

Vin heard someone call to him. The voice sounded annoyed, but almost cute with how grumpy it was. His head was still spinning pretty badly, so it took him a moment to sit up and face whoever had called to him. His white shirt was dirtied badly, and his black jeans were pretty tore up, but he honestly wasn't in any state to care what his fashion looked like at just that moment. He brought a hand up to rub his dark brown eyes, his arm almost completely covered in a sleeve of intermingling tattoos, and when he was done he ran his fingers through his long locks, trying to both tame it a bit and push it out of his face. When he finally saw what stood before him, his eyes got a little wide, and his jaw slacked open just slightly.

A small man, blond with the most beautiful eyes. His face was soft, and though his expression was annoyed, Vin thought to himself that it was possibly the cutest damn face he might have ever seen in his life.

"Are you a demon come to release me to the sweet peace of death, or an angel come to help guide me up?"

He was a little surprised with himself; he thought his speech would have been more slurred. Maybe he had been asleep longer than he thought. Or maybe, he was dead.

"I guess if I am dead this ain't so bad then" he mumbled, starting to tilt forward. He looked as if he was passing out once more, and if Sabastian didn't move fast, the man was probably going to face plant right onto the hard floor.

 

[Poprockz]

Damien sighed and closed his eyes as she stroked his hair. He could almost go back to sleep like this with how comforting her touch was. He resisted the urge to drift back off, though and opened his eyes once more at her question.

"Yeah, my pistol is still on me. I filled the clip back up too and attached another clip to my belt just in case." He paused as she continued. "That sounds like a good idea. I would think a gas station like this would have a hose, right?" He really wasn't sure; Damien didn't really shop for himself much and definitely didn't shop for yard supplies or hoses.

He unbuckled his own seatbelt, ready to get out before he felt her lean over and rest against him. Damien smiled and moved one of his arms around her while the other caressed her face. His lips were pressed against her hair and he closed his eyes again, enjoying the silence of the car and the way she softly breathed against him. It felt like they were cuddling at a drive-in theater enjoying a romantic movie.

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Sabastian blushed and scowled, wondering to himself just how drunk this man was. "Oh my god. That was the dumbest thing I've heard in my goddamn li-" He noticed that the man was about to fall, and he moved his own body with a quickness he didn't know he possessed. The snacks spilled onto the floor as he dropped his shirt-pouch and caught the man with both arms. Had he not been enhanced, the man would have flattened him like a grumpy little pancake. As it was, he was able to hold him up with ease.

God, he smelled good. Even with the stink of booze clinging to him, his scent was almost intoxicating. It almost made Sabastian a bit dizzy being so close to him. For a moment, he closed his eyes and lowered his head to the nape of the man's neck to breath in deeply and sigh softly. He shook his head and frowned- this wasn't the time to be smelling people. That was a pretty fucking creepy thing to do to a man he just met, and he needed to focus on getting him back to Cora. If he had alcohol poisoning, maybe she would have an idea for how to help the poor guy.

Hoisting the man over his shoulder, he carried him out of the gas station, walking toward the car. It must have been an odd sight because Damien looked up and jumped. "What the hell...?"

 

[Drobabes]

Cora was so content to just stay like that, his warm embrace feeling way too good, almost like a drug. It wasn't like she had never felt comforted and enjoyed the company of her boyfriend's before, but this was so much stronger. It almost scared her a little, wondering if the intense feelings were just a momentary fling and if after a few years they might grow sick of each other. That thought actually hurt her. She really did love him, as quickly as it had happened, and she felt as if she wouldn't recover very well if it ever ended badly. Cora imagined, not for the first time, that that probably wasn't a healthy way to be feeling. She was just about to sit up and let him go when she felt him suddenly jump.

Adrenaline rushing, she bent around and grabbed the bat from the back seat and quickly got back in the drivers seat, getting ready to start the car. However, when she saw Sabastian carrying a man to the car, her worry changed and she quickly got out and headed towards him.

"Are you ok?"

She paused.

"Is he ok?"

 

[Poprockz]

Sabastian shrugged, "I might have taken psychic damage from his dumbassery, but I think he's in worse shape than I am. I think he's either SUPER fucking drunk, or may even have alcohol poisoning." He set the man down against one of the car's tires. The hood of the car would have probably burned him with the heat, and at least he was partly in the shade now.

Getting out of the car as well, Damien came to look at the man before glancing at Sabastian. "You don't have your eyepatch on. Might want to do that before he's sober enough to remember your eye."

The blonde blinked in surprise and nodded. He didn't want to freak the guy out, even if the eyepatch was extremely dumb. The eyepatch was put on quickly, making him look like some kind of romantic idea of what a cute blond man would look like as a pirate. He shuddered at the thought, hoping to god he would never have to see his own reflection.

 

[Drobabes]

Cora didn't know what signs to look for with alcohol poisoning, but even if she did, she wasn't sure if they could help him.

She squatted down in front of him and started checking him out for any obvious signs of injury. She poked and prodded at his ribs, then over various parts of his body. If any bones were broken, he would wince or at least moan, even if the alcohol was numbing it. At least, she hoped he would.

She then checked his eyes, seeing if they were dilated or anything not normal, and seeing as that was fine, she started doing a closer inspection, at one point bending him forward and lifting up his shirt to look at his back. She paused there for a moment, letting out a slow whistle at the sweet tattoo that dominated every inch of skin.

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"Jesus, that must have taken a year or two to finish."

The tattoo was awesome, and almost reminded her of the giant panther tattoo that her dad had on his back. Actually, a lot about this man reminded her of her dad, at least in looks. His skin was darker than her father's, but they both had similar body builds and tattoos seemingly everywhere. On top of that, her dad had often kept his hair long as well, though he usually kept it up in a braid coming out of his hat.

Once her curiosity was sated, she let his shirt down, and then sat him back up, lifting his shirt in the front then to look for cuts or bruises.

"Pft. Well I don't think ya boy is going to be dying from alcohol poisoning any time soon, look at that beer belly."

She chuckled as she let his shirt go then leaned back a bit, getting ready to stand up, when she noticed a detail she had missed.

"What the fuck?"

She reached out and picked his hand up. His knuckles were bloody with small cuts that she knew had to have come from someone's teeth. She had helped clean her brothers hand off a few times to know what the wound looked like, but that wasn't what was bothering her. What was bothering her was that on his hand, above his knuckles, was purple blood.

"Did he...did he fucking punch one of them?"

Was this guy fucking crazy? Or had he been cornered? And how had he not gotten more injuries if he had been up so close to one? The wound wasn't fresh, but it wasn't old either, and it looked as if little had been done to clean it.

"Well that might have been why he was drinking so much."

She stood up finally, taking a few steps back from the man and coming over to stand by Damien.

"If he got one in the mouth, he's probably got their saliva in his blood. Maybe he thought he was going to turn. Might still turn..."

 

[Poprockz]

Damien watched her crouch down and tend to the man, concerned about his wellbeing. It must have been a tough road if he had ended up drunk in a gas station break room, waiting to die of the bite or possibly hoping to die from the booze. When she lifted his shirt and admired the tattoo, he couldn't help feel something stir in his stomach. Something... unpleasant. He didn't like it, didn't like her admiring his bare inked skin. The way her hands traced over the design on his back made him want to swoop in and pick her up, throw her over his shoulder and leave like a milder reenactment of King Kong. He didn't know why it bugged him so much- she didn't even know the man, after all.

He frowned, seemingly at the state of the man, but more for his own feelings. Although, his face lightened up when she turned over and mentioned his beer belly. Maybe she wasn't attracted to men who weren't built like himself. That thought comforted him greatly.

When Sabastian saw his tattoo, he looked in interest, finding it sexy the way it sprawled all over his skin. He couldn't help but wonder what it looked like as the man's body was rolling on top of a woman. His cheeks lit up and he scowled again, averting his eyes from his handsome body.

Both of the men looked shocked when she mentioned the man punching a zombie. Damien was shocked at the nerve of him. How did one become so confident in oneself that they felt that they could punch a zombie to death?

Sabastian wondered to himself how dumb a man must be to think that putting his fist through an undead person's jaw was a good idea. Obviously it was like trying to punch a knife- it was just a bad idea all around. "... I could take him back to the break room and wait till he wakes up. Zombies don't seem to care if I'm around, so he won't hurt me if he wakes up as one of them." He developed a slightly more somber expression, a bit sad that the man might die in front of him. The guy at least deserved to have someone there with him whatever the outcome was.

 

[Drobabes]

"I'm not a goddamn zommie you...assholes.." the man slurred, clearly so far into the booze that he was barely conscious.

Cora squeaked and half hid behind Damien, and then her cheeks flushed when she realized what she was doing. She didn't know why it had startled her so bad. Maybe just because she was sure he was passed out. Her curiosity was peaked again though, as she came back over to the man and shook him slightly.

"Hey. Hey, wake up for a minute. Have you punched them before?"

Delvin simply snored, prompting Cora to groan and give the man a harder shake.

"Hey!"

"God, what?" the man's head went back against the car and he squinted up at her, obviously annoyed and in need of sleep.

"Have you," she spoke slowly but loudly, making sure he understood.

"Hit them, be-fore? Or been bitten yet? Hey! Don't go back to sleep! You need to answer me or we will leave you here."

She paused, looking back at the gas station momentarily, then looked at him once more.

"And there's no more booze inside."

That seemed to grab the man's attention. One eye opened and he brought a hand up to shade it as he squinted again, looking at her as if trying to figure out if she was bluffing.

"No more brandy?" he asked.

Cora shook her head.

"Nope. Not a drop."

The man sighed heavily, and then rolled over onto his hands, pushing himself up off the ground. He then leaned on the car with one hand, and with the other he started to unbuckle his belt.

"Hey! You better not take a leak right ther-!"

Cora squeaked again as the man suddenly yanked his pants and underwear down, but she didn't keep her eyes open long enough to watch. Her hands flew up to cover her face and she turned her back to him.

Vin, however, didn't seem to care. He hadn't pulled his pants all the way down, but he had pulled them down far enough to show the giant bite on the side of his hip. It looked as if it had been a nasty one, very deep and very big, but it was definitely an old bite and already well on it's way to healing.

"Pull your pants back up! Right now!" Cora yelled from behind her hands, still thinking the man had just gotten butt naked.

 

[Poprockz]

When the man spoke, both Damien and Sabastian also jumped, though not quite as much. Damien felt exceedingly pleased that Cora’s initial reaction was to hide behind him. It showed that she saw him as a protector, or at least as someone she could rely on.

They watched as Cora attempted to have a conversation with the man, both of them thinking that he was so drunk it was a wonder he was able to get to his feet at all. When he unbuckled his belt and shoved his pants down, Damien helped Cora cover her eyes, pulled her against himself so that her face was against his chest. He was a bit annoyed that the man would simply take his pants off in front of them, but couldn’t blame him too much from the state he was in. He also looked away, not wanting to watch as the man probably was about to piss on his own shoes.

Sabastian’s eyes widened as he undid his pants, wondering if the man was truly going to strip. Part of him wanted to see that, and the other part of him was embarrassed for that perverted inclination. It didn’t stop him from staring when the man pulled down his pants, the blonde’s eye being caught by the bite-Mark on his hip, among other things.

“Okay, okay, we get it! Pull your goddamn pants back up!” Sabastian huffed, crossing his arms and looking away. “Cora, he’s already been bitten by a zombie on his hip. Either that or he’s into some hardcore bdsm. Either way, it’s an old bite so if he was going to turn he probably would have.”

 

[Drobabes]

The man did as he was told, yanking his clothing back up with one hand and then leaning heavily on the car so that he could get his belt buckled once more. Once he got it, he sat back down against the tire.

Cora pulled away just enough to peek, and when she saw he was once more sitting on the ground, she crossed her arms.

"Well. Now what?"

She looked around the empty parking lot. She hadn't meant to speak for all of them when she had told the man he had a choice in coming with them, but she didn't see any vehicles, and it would be a pretty shitty thing to do, to just leave him there alone. At least while he was so drunk he couldn't defend himself.

 

[Poprockz]

Damien shrugged, "I say we lock him in the break room so he's safe until he wakes up. I don't mean to be harsh, but we don't really know the guy, he's drunk off his ass so we can't really tell what his temperament is, and he seems generally disagreeable." He shifted on his feet, looking back between Cora and Sabastian.

Their small blonde companion had his blue eye fixed on the new man. Even though he had only seen him for a bit, he didn't get the sense that the guy was dangerous. Even though his muscles were in decent shape and he was a larger man, he didn't get the feeling that the guy was particularly violent. The bite on his knuckles seemed like something derived from a desperate situation, a gamble so that he could cling to the life he had. Or perhaps the man simply didn't want to die by being eaten alive.

When he had come upon the man in the breakroom, he seemed like he had accepted death and wanted to leave the land of the living. Perhaps he had nothing to live for and had given up. Sabastian felt a pit in his stomach and realized that in that regard, they were very similar. In the beginning, he hadn't been able to see any way that he could keep living, but Cora and Damien had been there for him. He thought to himself that this man deserved that same second chance to see if he could find something worth living for in these desperate times.

"He seems pretty dumb, based on some dumb shit he said in the breakroom. I don't think he'll make it on his own without someone to watch his sorry ass. I say we take him along, at least until he's sober." He looked at Cora with knitted eyebrows.

 

[Drobabes]

Cora started to chew on her thumbnail, then quickly put it down. That was a terrible habit, especially when they were supposed to be watching their health. But she needed something to do while she mulled both the guys suggestions over.

Biting her lip a bit, she went to the car and dug around in her backpack until she found a hair tie and brush. She then came back out and took her time getting her hair up into a clean ponytail while she stared at the man sitting against his car.

Damien was partly right in that they didn't know the man, but on the flip side, alcohol tended to act as truth serum in a way. Most people revealed more of them themselves when they were drunk and their inhibitions were lowered. She also wasn't blind to the way Sabastian was looking at him. He was worried about the mans wellbeing, even if he wouldn't say it, and that only reinforced her own feelings on it.

"I don't know Damien, with how drunk he is, if he was bad tempered I think he would have already tried to fight one of us."

She looked around behind her. She didn't want to make anyone uncomfortable or worried, but it was hot as hell and if they just left him there, who knew how far the guy would have to walk before he could find shelter and water again.

"It doesn't look like he has a vehicle. We could at least drop him off somewhere else where he's got better access to water, right?"

Her eyes turned back to him as she wiped the sweat from the back of her neck.

"I can stay here with him while you guys get some gas and something to drink, at least."

 

[Poprockz]

"Hmm..." She had a point. Most violent men and even non-violent men would be more confrontational while drunk. While he hadn't tried to fight anyone, he had acted as though he was going to pull down his pants in front of Cora, which he certainly didn't approve of. He crossed his arms, his finger starting to tap slowly on his forearm.

For a moment, Damien looked like he was struggling with her suggestion. He very much wanted to have her stay with the car, but he didn't want her to stay behind with the new guy. He looked at Vin hard, trying to figure out the best course of action before closing his eyes and sighing. It was really hot and he wanted to get back on the road in the air-conditioned car while they still had the luxury to do so.

"Fine. But I want you to take my pistol if you stay behind. I'll take the bat. If anything happens, I'm sure Sabastian and I can handle it with what we have." He slid his revolver out of his holster and offered it to Cora, making sure the pistol was pointed at the ground as he did so.

Sabastian nodded, "Yeah, I left my snacks in there anyway, and I thought I saw a hose in the break room. Maybe he found one and was going to fill up a car with his buddies and they left him here." His hand went to the eyepatch and he rubbed underneath it. It was super hot, and the eyepatch almost felt muggy.

 

[Drobabes]

She eyed the pistol for a moment before actually taking it. It made her nervous after what had just happened. She wasn't a bad shot, she had had to take classes to get her own gun, but at the same time she did much better with close range. She didn't like the idea of Damien getting attacked and her possibly not being able to get a good shot off if he was too far away. However, Sabastian was with him this time. She tried to let that settle her mind.

"Alright... Maybe grab some plastic bags while you're in there too? For him" she nodded at the guy.

She pulled the car door open and sat down on the seat, not wanting to dirty the dress.

 

[Poprockz]

Damien nodded and headed back in with Sabastian, letting the blonde boy lead the way to the break room. Sabastian started cleaning the snacks off the floor, putting them back in his self-made shirt pouch as Damien spied the hose and grabbed it. He looped it around his shoulder and waited for his companion to be done grabbing the snacks. Once that was done, he went to the coolers with him and grabbed several bottles of water. The coolers were still working, so the water was cool and nice.

Sabastian grabbed some Tylenol and a couple other bottles of painkillers, along with a couple pairs of mirrored sunglasses, and some nausea meds, anticipating the ungodly hangover that man was going to have at some point. There were several plastic bags behind the counter, so he deposited his treasures in one, and grabbed several more for good measure.

Once they were done in there, they walked out to Cora and stood there for a moment.

“I’ll be honest, I have no idea how to siphon gas.” Damien admitted.

Sabastian shrugged, “me neither.” He opened a bag of crackers and started munching on them, the occasional crumb falling down.

 

[Drobabes]

Her eyes kept glancing up at the gas station, worried about the men even though it seemed pretty quiet. Occasionally she would look down at the man passed out against the car, wondering if he had any tribal tattoos. Her dad never seemed all that interested in his heritage, going so far as to change his name from Hawk to Mark, she found out later. But because she had lost him at such a young age, she went through a period in her life where she had wanted to learn more about him, and she had tried to learn about his heritage in general. It hadn't led to much, and eventually, when it couldn't fill the emptiness in herself, she gave up on it.

"Hey," she looked down at him, not really expecting him to answer.

"You got a name?"

Sure enough, all she got was a soft snore in response. She went back to just watching the gas station until they finally came back out, carrying some supplies.

"I’ll be honest, I have no idea how to siphon gas."

Her eyes went first to Damien, then to Sabastian, then back to Damien.

"Your kidding me..."

She took a bottle of water and took a long swig before getting up and getting back in the drivers seat, so ready to turn that air conditioner back on.

"Well, load our guest up, and next time we see an abandoned car, I'll do it."

Her head leaned over to look at them both through the open door.

"You did grab an empty gas can, right?"

 

[Poprockz]

Both men looked at each other and Sabastian said, "Oh, well would you look at that. I have to load the dude into the car. I guess you'll have to grab one, Damien..." He smirked before moving to Vin, scooping him up before carrying him over to the open backseat door. Setting him onto the seat, he leaned over the man and buckled him in, making sure that the seatbelt was comfy but snug. One that was done, he frowned. There wasn't any room in the backseat since they had dumped a bunch of stuff in the trunk and also in the other seat of the back. It made it so that there was only room for about half his butt in the middle seat, and his butt wasn't big to begin with.

Damien pursed his lips and shook his head, resigning himself to the duty he had now been assigned. Thankfully, there were two gas cans right behind the counter for sale, so his shoplifting was made a bit easier once he found them. He took them and jogged back to the car, tossing them in the back on top of the pile as Sabastian thought of how to maneuver this.

There was really no getting around it: he would have to sit sideways in the backseat with his legs over the new man's lap. He grabbed Damien's arm and said, "hey, can you close the backseat once I'm in?" Damien nodded and watched as Sabastian carefully climbed in, turned around, and set himself on the mid-seat, draping his legs over Vin's lap. The door was shut once he gave the thumbs up, and Damien got into his own seat.

Sabastian's seatbelt was very carefully put on, though he wondered if it would do him much good since he might be undead. The man next to him still reeked of booze, but that attractive smell of his body still permeated the car. He tried not to inhale it as much, crossing his arms and looking out the window as they took off down the road.

 

[Drobabes]

Once everyone was loaded up in the car, Cora looked into the backseat at the awkward position Sabastian was forced to sit in.

"Once we stop to get some gas, we can move the seating situation around a bit if you want. We can toss big guy there in the front seat and I can move to the backseat with you. If might be a little easier since I'm smaller."

She was getting a bit tired, even though she had had a good nap. It had been a long day and a whole hell of a lot had happened, so she wanted to switch off from driving soon. Turning back around and putting the car into gear, she got them back on the road. It wouldn't be too much longer before the sun started to set, and she didn't want to have to do any siphoning, or walking if they ran out, in the dark.

As Cora drove, Delvin slept with his head against the door for a long while. He was having dreams, many of them involving sexy women and men offering their feet up to him for him to do tattoos on, which he eagerly obliged. At one point in his dreams, a gorgeous little angel with one blue eye, and one purple, sat his dainty legs on his lap and demanded that Vin paint his legs with cum.

It was a very strange dream, but oh so pleasing, and it caused a stir in the mans jeans. When the car ran over something hard and made a slight jump, causing Vins head to fall forward, he awoke to find the dream perhaps a little more real than he thought. There was a pair of legs draped across his lap, and when he looked over, he found them attached to a beautifully handsome man. A man with an adorable little heart eye-patch that only made his morning wood problem that much more noticeable.

A little embarrassed, but not showing any blush on his face, he adjusts his ass in the seat in an attempt to move his cock down away from those warm legs, then he looked towards the front seat and cleared his throat.

"Eh, 'scuse me, miss? Would you mind pulling over for a minute? Mans gotta take a leak."

He still felt pretty snoggered, but he was at least conscious now and beginning to question where he was at.

Cora looked at him through the mirror and gave him a small smile.

"Sure, we were about to anyway to get some gas."

It was just a few seconds later that she parked the car on the opposite side of the road from a small Toyota Echo that had it's doors wide open and bits of trash and debris scattered around it, seemingly abandoned. She waited for a moment before shutting the car off, making sure nothing was going to come shuffling out, then she switched the engine off and grabbed the hose.

Delvin immediately opened the door and unhooked himself, and half walking, half stumbling, went a good twenty feet or so away from the car to find a tree for a bit of privacy. When he was done, he stumbled back and wiped some sweat from his forehead, taking a better look at the people who had decided to give him a ride from the gas station.

"Hello" was all he said. He wanted to give them a proper greeting, but his sight hadn't quite come back to steady and he didn't think planting face first in the dirt would make the best impression.

 

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Sabastian shrugged, "it's fine. I'm not uncomfortable, and the air-conditioner would be too cold for me to be able to sleep with." He wasn't making that up, always having been sensitive to the cold and finding it to be less comfortable. Even then, he felt a bit chilly from the coolness of the car. The man he was sitting against was very warm though, so he begrudgingly wanted to keep that warm human contact.

It was about an hour into their drive before Sabastian looked up from his own daydreaming and noticed a hard bulge rubbing against his leg. He blinked, not realizing what it was for a moment until the realization hit him. His face turned red and he tried to shift his legs. Although, there wasn't a lot of room to work with, and his movements just seemed to end up in him rubbing against it anyway. It felt like a large bulge, and he couldn't help but wonder what the man's tackle looked like. His own cock was about five inches while erect, so he considered himself small, an insecurity that hadn't been changed by his new purple blood. On the plus side, his nipples did seem a bit more sensitive.

He decided to pretend not to notice, a little embarrassed on his flushed face. The man's hands seemed to twitch every now and then, prompting Sabastian to wonder what it was that he was dreaming about.

When the man awoke and adjusted his morning surprise away from Sabastian's legs, he didn't give the man any acknowledgement, still simply looking to the side out the front windshield. His voice prompted the blonde to look at him, though. As the car pulled over, Sabastian tried his best to pull his legs off the man's lap, pulling them more up near his chest and to the side so Vin could get out. He watched the man stumble-walked away, getting out also and stretching his legs a bit.

Damien sighed and looked over at Cora, patting her hand and smiling before getting out and leaning on the car to face her. "You look a bit tired. Mind if I take over after we get the gas?"

They looked over to Vin when he greeted them, Damien raising his eyebrow as the man seemingly was trying to introduce himself. Silence hung in the air as they waited for him to say his name, but it didn't seem like that would be the case.

"Hello, I'm Damien, this lovely lady is Cora, and the pirate is Sabastian." He gave Vin a small smile, still not sure whether he liked the man or not.

"Fuck off, Damien." Sabastian hissed, glaring at him as much as a single eye could manage. His eye returned to Vin and he shrugged, looking away again. "Yeah, I'm Sabastian."

 

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"You look a bit tired. Mind if I take over after we get the gas?"

"Yea, if you could? That would be nice."

Cora started to cautiously check out the car from where they were standing, bending over a bit to look underneath. The parking lot had taught her not to be cocky.

When the man walked over she could tell he was still really smashed, and she smiled a little as he struggled to introduce himself.

Poor thing, she thought with humour.

She stepped up and offered her hand to him after Damien did their introductions, taking it and giving him a small shake.

"It's nice to meet you. Can we get your name by chance?"

The man seemed a bit embarrassed as he realized he hadn't gave them his name. He cleared his throat and tried to stand up straighter.

"Sorry about that, Delvin. Or you can just call me Vin for short. So uh...I guess you guys didn't feel like leaving my sorry ass back at the gas station, huh?"

His hand went up to rub the back of his neck and he gave them a smile.

"I appreciate the gesture, thank you, but, where are ya headin? I was trying to head north myself, trying to see if there were any military outposts set up yet."

 

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Damien nodded, "yeah, Sabastian was the one who found you and he-"

"-I called out for Damien, and then I helped him carry you to the car since you were so smashed." Sabastian quickly finished the sentence just in case Damien was about to slip up. His bright blue eye met Vin's, the blonde always having found that it was better to make eye contact when lying. There was no way that Sabastian would have been able to pick him up or even drag him the way his body compared to the other man's. To give away the fact that he had caught the man in his arms and carried him to the car would blow his cover.

Seeming to get the message, Damien nodded. "Exactly. We discussed and decided that you could use some help."

Sabastian looked a bit confused and looked at Cora, "yeah, where are we headed? I don't remember you guys filling me in on that either. All I know is that we're going northeast." He shifted on his feet, finding that it was still very hot out, even though it was nearing the evening. His fingers pinched his shirt and he billowed it out a couple times, trying to cool himself a bit and keep from sweating as much.

 

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Vin tried not sway in the summer heat as he listened to the group. They seemed like decent enough folks, and while the taller guy and the girl were pretty good looking, it was the little blond man that his eyes kept coming back to. He tried not to linger too long, but he felt like how normal people felt when a celebrity or model came walking through a grocery store. The sun shone beautifully on his light hair, and the soft features of his face looked so smooth. He bet his skin was the type that would feel baby soft under calloused hands.

"We discussed and decided that you could use some help."

His eyes went back to Damien as he leaned back against the car, no longer being able to keep himself solid on his feet.

"Well I really appreciate that, thank you again. My bike broke down probably..I don't know, maybe ten miles before the gas station? I was hoping to find another vehicle by then, but there wasn't nothin'. I'll sober up here soon enough, and then you can drop me off wherever you feel like. The fact you guys picked me up at all is awesome, I really owe ya one."

His eyes went back to Sabastian as he asked his question, and he couldn't help but think the man's voice fit just so well with his looks. Taking a closer look at his face again, though, he felt as if something was up with that eye patch. He didn't want to be rude and ask about it, but at the same time, he felt like the man hadn't been wearing it earlier. Then again, he had practically been having wet dreams of legs back in the car, so maybe he had dreamt that as well.

Cora looked over, hesitating just a bit. She wasn't sure how much of that information Damien wanted to share with people he didn't know, and especially seeing as it could possibly come back to bite them in the ass later, so she tried to keep it vague.

"Well we don't really have a solid plan yet. We were going to head north to just look for more people in general and hopefully a more secure location to get back on our feet. There has to be some military left, I'm sure..."

She looked to Damien, then, hoping she hadn't said too much or too little. Then she reached into the car and grabbed the empty gas tank and hose, wanting to get that out of the way and get out of the heat.

She took Damien's pistol with her, and this time, she looked in the car thoroughly before checking for the gas tank latch or a key. Once she had it open, she started pushing the hose down into the tank, hoping it was long enough. Sure enough, she felt it hit the bottom.

I swear to God, if he cracks any jokes about this I'm going to smack him...

She placed her lips on the end of the hose and blew into it hard, hoping to hear the sound of air bubbles that would indicate there was some gas. She did hear some, but she couldn't tell how much was in there. She got the gas can ready then, and taking the hose into her mouth once more, she sucked hard, trying to get a good suction going. It wasn't easy, but eventually she got it and without getting any in her mouth, and she fed it into the empty container.