Morning Coffee And Sweet Surprises (Closed to Poprockz)

[Drobabes]

She was so relieved when he kissed her neck that she sighed and brought his hand up to her lips to plant a small kiss on it. Maybe she had been overreacting and he was just irritated from the hard day. She closed her eyes and not even a few minutes passed before before she was breathing softly and evenly.

Vin had grabbed his own sleeping bag and was looking around for a flat rock or a log, something that would be a bit more comfortable to sit on than just the hard ground, when he heard the little blond man call out to him specifically. It made a smile come to his face, and he returned the gesture with a soft "Goodnight Sabastian."

When he finally found something to sit on, he drug it a bit away from the campfire and turned his eyes out into the darkness, the blanket being wrapped around his shoulders. He doubted there was very much wildlife out here to be worried about, besides bugs, but humans was what really worried him. He didn't want someone sneaking up on them to steal supplies or take advantage of Cora and Sabastian. Just the thought of someone trying to kidnap the little man put an angry scowl on his face, causing him to look back on him quite often.

The night passed without much happening. Once in a while Vin would get up to find some wood for the fire, or to get a drink, but other than that it was quiet save for the crickets. At one point he had thought he heard something, and he went to the car to grab the metal bat he had seen. However, it ended up just being a Bob Cat, and it took little more than him walking towards it to scare it off.

When he felt sleep starting to creep up on him, he got up and stretched and started walking over to where Sabastian was laying. He had intended on waking the man next, seeing as he had gotten a nap in the car, but upon seeing him curled up into a little ball with the snake wrapped up next to his chest, tucked under his arm, he just couldn't bring himself to disturb him. He had such a strong urge to reach out and stroke the man's hair, wanting so badly to feel it between his fingers. Before the feeling got any stronger, he sighed and turned around.

He poked Damien with the end of the bat gently from a few feet away. He wasn't sure what the man had been through yet, and he didn't feel like getting socked in the face if he happened to be having a bad dream.

"Hey", he tried to whisper, not wanting to wake the other two.

"Trade off?"

 

[Poprockz]

As soon as the bat made contact with his back, his eyes flicked open, his head turning to listen to the man. He nodded silently and slowly worked himself out from behind Cora while trying not to disturb her. His hand gently tucked the blanket around her to keep the heat in before standing up and gesturing for them to walk a bit away. "Sure. I'll take the next shift. Let me go empty the tank real quick, though. I'll be back in a bit."

He trudged away until he was further enough for some privacy, but not enough that he couldn't see the fire. The man zipped down his pants and took care of himself, looking at the beautiful stars of the night sky as he relieved himself. When he was done, he zipped up his pants and started making his way back to the campsite.

 

[Drobabes]

Delvin nodded and laid the bat the down so he could start getting his own sleeping bag ready, laying it out between Sabastian and the fire. As he was kicking his shoes off he heard a sort of keening whine, and turning around he realized it was coming from Cora. He wasn't really sure what to do, as she seemed to be having a nightmare but he wasn't sure how bad it was. Turning back away from it, he was going to ignore it until it started to build up into a louder moan.

"Hey" he said, trying to wake her softly. It didn't work, however, and she seemed to just be getting more distressed.

Vin walked over near her and tried to look around for Damien, hoping the man could come comfort her. He rubbed the back of his neck in a nervous manner, not seeing him. Just when he was about to try and maybe call out to Damien, Cora started to wail. Startled by the strange noise, and feeling more than a little sympathetic for the poor women, he gave in and just leaned over to her.

He put his hand on her shoulder through the blanket and gave her a gentle shake, and then a slightly rougher one when that didn't work.

"Hey, Cora. Wake up. You're having a nightmare."

Her eyes flew open and she sat up, looking all around and grabbing the bat that he had sat down. Once she had a moment to breathe and look around, she realized what had happened. With a shake of her head, she rubbed her eyes and said sleepily "sorry Vin."

"You're good. Damien will be back in a minute."

She shook her head and laid back down, snuggling back under the covers once again. With a small sigh of relief, Vin went over to his blanket and sat down on the ground, getting his other shoe off and working on getting his socks off.

 

[Poprockz]

Little did they know that a pair of cold steel eyes watched from the shadow at the edge of the tree-line. He had heard a moan, then a wail, coming back just as the man shook her awake and told her she was having a nightmare. Was she truly having horrid dreams, or had he been touching her or something. Maybe his hands on her body had caused her to stir, causing him to cover his tracks by saying out loud that she was having a nightmare, just in case Damien might be nearby.

The thought of his rough hands on her smooth body made him feel positively murderous. It almost felt like his blood was boiling, his hands wanting to caress the man's body... around his neck, specifically. That sigh of his was probably one of disappointment, sad he couldn't cop a feel while Damien was gone in the woods, leaving her alone with him.

He walked up to Vin, towering over him for a moment as he looked down on him.

"Hey Vin... I'd actually like to talk to you for a minute. Mind taking a short walk around the campsite with me?" The tone of his voice was alarmingly friendly, his eyes practically burning a hole in the man. The man turned and gestured as if not accepting that the other man might refuse.

 

[Drobabes]

If Delvin was the type to be spooked easily, he would have jumped like a cat as Damien just appearing before him. As it was, he simply looked up, giving him a small nod and saying "sure."

He put his boots back on and stood up, putting his hands in his pockets as he followed. He wasn't really sure what the man wanted to talk about, but he didn't know him well enough to recognize that he was getting led into a trap.

 

[Poprockz]

He walked leisurely, as though he was relaxed, leading them far enough away that they might hear a scream, but they surely wouldn't hear the pop of a man's neck, not the thud of his body on the forest floor.

"So... how do you like our little group? Sabastian, myself... Cora? They seem to like you, but I have yet to hear from you directly how you feel about being in this little group for the time being." His voice was low, but still conversational, Damien's back to the man as they walked. The grim expression on his face was not visible as they continued on.

 

[Drobabes]

Vin was comfortable walking for a few minutes until he looked back over his shoulder and realized how far away the fire was. Suddenly he started to get a bad feeling in his gut.

He was pretty sure Damien wasn't a stupid man, and seeing as he was walking away from their campsite, leaving both Cora and Sabastian basically defenseless back there, then the only other reason he was doing this was to get Vin himself away from the group.

Vin stopped walking, instead choosing to lean back against the trunk of a large redwood as he listened to Damien's questions. There didn't seem to be much of a point behind those questions except to try and intimidate the man..

"What's this about Damien?"

He stared him down through the dark, keeping his arms down and his hands in his pockets.

 

[Poprockz]

Damien turned around and crossed his arms, his steely eyes almost black. He got the feeling that the other man was starting to suspect that this wasn't just a friendly stroll in the woods in the middle of the night. He moved forward a little bit, still keeping a bit of distance between them.

"Have you ever killed a man, Vin?" It was a simple question, but it was full of implications. Was Damien questioning the man's morals and past? Was he eluding to his own intentions? His face did not give it away as he simply stared coldly about him.

 

[Drobabes]

He was starting to suspect that Damien was fucking crazy. What kind of question was that? Had he ever killed someone? His eyes flicked down to his waist for a moment, checking for a gun, and then he met that cold gaze once more.

"Not yet," he said in a low voice.

"Hopefully I won't have to."

He wasn't trying hide the growl in his tone. He was quickly growing tired of this little game the taller man was trying to play, and he was itching to know if he was going to make a move or not. Until he did though, Delvin wasn't going to do shit. He wanted to go on this little walk, so he was going to have to make his point clear.

 

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"I don't think you'll have to worry about that." Damien replied, smiling slightly. He slowly advanced, keeping his arms folded so as not to spook the other man. He stopped when he was about two feet away. The fact that Vin hadn't killed yet made him feel a bit more confident. One had to have firm conviction or blind fear to do it, and this man didn't seem to be the fearful type. Did the man truly have the will to kill Damien if need be? Did he have the guts to watch the life leave Damien's eyes?

"You seem a bit tired, so let me tell you why I brought you out here. I'll start by saying that I haven't had a particularly warm and fuzzy life; that doesn't necessarily condone some of the things I've done, but it gives you a bit of insight."

He took a small step forward, keeping eye contact while his arms stayed in place.

"Your eyes seem to stray to things that don't belong to you... and I wanted to let you know that I'm also watching. I don't value my life as much as I do the things and people I need to protect, and I will not hesitate to stain my hands to keep them safe. You fucking touch her again, and you won't wake up the next time you go to sleep." Damien's face was grim and serious, stepping extremely close to the man, his face inches away. His arms slowly unraveled, going to his sides as his finger started tapping on his hip.

Would the man push him? Would he have to kill tonight?

 

[Drobabes]

Vin's own dark eyes bore holes into him as he listened, recognizing that possessive anger that seemed to be filling the man's heart. It disgusted him and made him enraged that someone like him had a hold over someone like Cora, the women seemingly so sweet and fragile. Was she blind to this guy's craziness? Or had he simply pulled the wool over her eyes with his good looks and charm. Even as he spoke of not being afraid to protect her at the cost of his own life, all Vin could hear was the jealousy leaking through. The stupid motherfucker was so blinded by anger and his own self doubt that he couldn't recognize a good thing right in front of him.

Vin had seen the way the little lady looked at him, as if nothing else in the world mattered to her but him. He would have laid down a nice bet saying she wouldn't ever be the cheating type either, and yet this dumbass was acting as if she was going to up and leave on a gust of wind.

Vin closed his eyes for a moment and sighed heavily. He hated other people's drama, yet it always seemed to chase him around no matter how far he ran.

With a sudden speed that would have rivalled that of some MMA fighters, Vin reached out and grabbed a fistful of Damien's shirt and swiveled on his feet. In less than half a second he had him pushed up against the tree, a good foot above his own head, using nothing but one of his strong fists.

"Now you listen to me you scrawny little fucker."

His voice was very low and all but a growl. Gone was the easy going, care free man who had joked and laughed at him earlier, replaced by a twisted scowl and a look of pure rage.

"You can't make someone love you. Someone either loves you, or they don't."

Still livid that the man had dared to threaten him, Vin pulls him forward slightly and then slams him back against the tree once more, making sure he he didn't put his full strength into it. He wasn't trying to hurt the man, not truly hurt him, but he wasn't going to have any of this shit.

"If you can't trust her enough to talk to someone that isn't you, then maybe you shouldn't be with her."

Giving him one more shove against the hard bark for good measure, he steps back and let's the man drop to the ground. He then turns around and starts to walk away, but before he goes too far, he reaches his right arm back and throws a hard punch against another trunk out of sheer anger. His fist connects with the wood and causes a loud clap of noise, not too far off from the sound of thunder, and bark goes flying everywhere.

He then stalks off through the trees, his hands in fists at his sides and his shoulders shaking with pent up rage. The part of the trunk where bark had broken off is now sporting a huge indentation.

 

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Damien was a bit annoyed that the man was closing his eyes and sighing like this was some kind of irritating joke. However, he didn't know that the joke was on him before it was too late, the man's speed something he hadn't expected and wasn't able to react to in time to prevent himself from being picked up and flung against the tree like a ragdoll, his head hitting against the tree painfully.

What was more painful were the things the man said to him, the physical pain of being slammed back several times not comparing to the deep wound he got from the way he spoke to him, and what he meant. He spoke as though Damien was the lowest of the low, rivaling even his mother in disdain.

When the man finally released him, he crumpled to the ground, feeling about as strong as a child at that moment. Reaching to the back of his head, he saw blood on his hand. He knew it wasn't much of a wound, but he would have to wash his hair before Cora noticed. The man felt completely robbed of the feeling of comfort he had felt regarding his own physical prowess.

Cora... The man had said that if he didn't trust her enough not to talk with anyone other than himself, then he shouldn't be with her. That was the problem. He trusted her to act in her own best interests, but he didn't expect for her to blindly follow him. Part of him still believed that he didn't deserve love and definitely didn't deserve her. With the shitty way he was acting maybe he really didn't.

Hadn't he touched her, though? Or was that just the lenses of jealousy on his eyes? Vin didn't seem like the kind of man would feel up a lady now, and he felt stupid for assuming and letting his own envy cloud his judgement.

He sat there for a few more moments, trying to keep himself from crying. What did it matter, though? It wasn't like he was fooling anyone anymore. The man put his face in his hands and simply let himself cry silently. Not knowing what to do or how to reconcile the way he felt. When he felt spent, he stood up, brushed himself off, and headed back to camp. He had said he would be the next watch, and he was a man of his word.

Damien entered back into the camp, choosing a nearby tree and leaning against it. He was still too worked up to need a blanket, his blood and adrenaline coursing through his body. Though he felt a bit fragile and numb, simply trying to keep himself focused on looking and waiting for zombies.

 

[Drobabes]

Delvin still had a good amount of rage rolling through him, and he had half a mind to walk right back into those trees and knock the little fuckers front tooth out. Maybe then he wouldn't be so full of himself. He didn't feel like hiking to the next town, however, so instead he keeps walking past the campsite and through the other side of trees lining the road. He walks until he feels enough control slip back in, and then he turns around and starts heading back.

When he finally reaches the campfire he spots Damien sitting up against the tree, looking shaken. Well good. He should be a little shook up. Stupid, hot blooded anger like that was the type of thing that caused rash decisions, and if the grey eyed man actually did want to protect Cora and not just treat her like some bitch on a leash, then he needed to learn to control it better.

His brown eyes glare him down as he grabs the rock that he had been sitting on and brings it a bit closer to the fire. He then sits down and turns his gaze to the flames as he pulls a half squashed pack of smokes out from his back pocket. He pull one out and sticks it up close to the heat, burning a few hairs on his arm in the process. Once it's lit, he takes a few slow, long drags, then his eyes look over at Damien again.

"I'm going to get off your little ride whenever we find other people," he says quietly.

"But I'm warning you right now, if you try to pull something like that on me again before I do, I will put you on the fucking ground."

He stares at him for another moment, then turns his gaze out into the night, his hands still shaking a bit from anger. He was quiet for a very long time, ignoring Damien as he finished his smoke and then lit another.

"Does she always have nightmares like that, or is that new?"

He didn't look at him, but he was curious. The last person who he had been with, before they wandered off on their own and got bit, had had terrible nightmares from what they had seen. Half the time they woke up screaming, putting both him and themselves in danger. If he had just ignored her and let her continue to wail, she might have done the same.

Cora didn't dare move a muscle, but she had been awake ever since the nightmare, and she had been waiting for Damien to come back and at least touch her, to let her know he was there. However, when he hadn't come back, anxiety had built up in her chest and she hadn't been able to fall back asleep. Now as she laid there listening in on their conversation, she felt a little scared.

Damien, what did you do?

 

[Poprockz]

Damien didn't look at him when he came back, not wanting to meet the man's eyes. He simply nodded to acknowledge he had heard the man. Of course he wasn't going to try anything like that again. That would be stupid and reckless, not to mention it would simply be a shitty thing to do.

However, when he mentioned Cora, he shrugged. "I think so. I've only known her for about a week, but she told me she gets them often. I was so angry to see you touching her that I thought you might be doing something to her rather than just comforting her. Thank you for helping her when I wasn't there."

He paused, letting the silence linger between them before softly saying, "I'm sorry, Vin. My upbringing doesn't give me an excuse to be a jackass. I don't expect you to forgive me, but know that I won't bother you again. They really like you, and I think they would be sad if you left."

The man leaned his sore head back against the tree and sighed, "I don't know what to say to make things better. For all my posturing, this is all very new for me, having friends, having a woman I love, traveling with such a large group of people. I don't... I don't want my actions to fuck up things for the other two, so if there's anything I can do to make amends, let me know and I'll do it." His voice was sincere, though he wasn't foolish enough to think that a few words would make anything better. The other man had every right to be angry, to despise him.

 

[Drobabes]

His eyes looked at him sharply when he said he had only known the women for a week. From the way they acted around each other, he would have guessed they were newly weds.

As Damien went on to apologise, he simply listened but didn't offer any comment. Truth be told, he was a bit taken aback by the apology. By the way the man had lured him out into the woods, he was almost certain the man had been ready to kill him. It made him a bit suspicious of the apology, and he wondered if he wasn't just trying to cover his own ass to put him in a false sense of security and try something like that again later, when he had a better opportunity. However, he was also over explaining just a little. Delvin didn't claim to be some kind of expert on detecting lies, but it didn't really feel like a lie when the man said this was all new to him. And if he wasn't lying about that, and he honestly thought he was trying to feel the women up, then his actions did make a little more sense.

"Do you smoke?" He finally said after another long moment, and offered him a cigarette, his eyes finally willing to meet his gaze again.

"You should try to learn people's body language. If I had been pulling some sleezy shit, do you think she would have been comfortable enough to just lay back down and go back to sleep? No. She would have been questioning what the hell I was doing next to her for no good reason, and she probably would have gotten up to go to the bathroom or get some water."

He was a natural party man, and while parties were fun, he also had the unfortunate luck to have attended a few too many where people got taken advantage of a lot, especially around the college crowd. He wasn't too old himself, only having just turned thirty not a few weeks back, so he was still largely invited to those bigger beach house style ones where the music was often booming too loud to hear the person next to you, and there seemed to be a drug dealer on every floor of the house.

Body language was much more subtle, but usually much more telling than simple words. More times than not he had walked into a room where someone was obviously shit faced and uncomfortable, but when questioned about it, they said they were fine. Usually they said it from shame or embarrassment, but sometimes fear.

As he looked over the fire, he decided he probably wouldn't be going back to sleep tonight. He couldn't get a very good read on Damien, and he would feel much safer just sleeping in the car tomorrow. Maybe even asking Sabastian if he knew the guy at all.

 

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Damien shook his head, "nope. Not for me. Thanks, though." For a moment he paused and then realized he might be offending the guy by not taking it. "Nothing against you, I just... don't like stuff in my lungs. Bad memories and all that." He shivered from the cold, rubbing his arms as he came down from the excitement of what had happened earlier. His father was not someone he wanted to be thinking about right now, so he shook away those memories and got to his feet, moving closer to the fire and sitting down near it for warmth.

He rubbed his hands together and held them out toward the flames as he listened to Vin giving him advise. Damien could read body language really well... in bed. It was really the only situation in which he felt like he could get a good read on people. Otherwise, it wasn't really something he was super good at. Vin had a really good point, though. He hadn't really thought about it all that much.

"Hmm... That hadn't occurred to me. To be honest, I did jump to conclusions sooner rather than later, though. Thanks for the advice- I'll take that to heart."

He settled in, sitting with the other man and waiting for the sun to rise as he looked into the flames of the fire. When the sun actually did crest over the horizon, he got up and went to the car, taking out some food and a plastic bag and starting to prepare some breakfast. With a pan he dug out of the bag (with a spatula), he made scrambled eggs and spam, using peppers and mushrooms for the scramble along with various seasonings he also got out of the back. When it was done, he set the steaming pan on the ground and going to get some canned coffee from the car.

Sabastian stretched in his sleeping bag, slowly sitting up and yawning, stretching his arms up once again. He definitely smelled the scramble, but he wasn't going to get up for it until he had his pants put back on.

 

[Drobabes]

It was a long night after that, Vin not feeling comfortable enough to go back to sleep, and Cora not having gone back to sleep for a long time after their conversation had ended. Because of that, she was out pretty hard, late into the morning, and hadn't even budged when Damien started cooking breakfast.

While Sabastian was stretching, Bowie snuck out of the blanket and slithered across the ground until he found Damien's shoe. He then wrapped around the man's ankle and squeezed him gently, almost as if he wanted attention. Delvin was too busy watching Sabastian to notice the strange behavior of the snake.

"Well good 'mornin sleepy head" he said playfully, giving the little man that toothy grin again.

"Looks like someone smelled the chow."

 

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Damien glanced down at the feeling of something around his ankle, seeing the snake seemingly wanting up. Sitting down, he reached down to the snake and offered his hand for him to crawl up on, actually looking forward to being able to hold Bowie after the rough night he had experienced.

The blonde looked up at Vin and squinted at him with bleary-eyes for a moment. He was still on the edge of sleepiness, and he wasn't quite awake enough yet to be his fully grumpy self. That was soon remedied with another stretch before he answered Vin. "Yeah... I'm pretty hungry. He probably put fucking mushrooms in it like he always does, the sick fuck." He sat up and reached down through the blanket, trying to find his pants.

Damien rolled his eyes and went to go get some forks.

Not being able to find the pants, Sabastian looked around and saw that he had kicked the pants out of the blanket. His cheeks went slightly pink, but he pretended everything was fine, nonchalantly reaching over near his feet and grabbing them. He hoped that maybe Vin would get distracted enough for him to quickly put them on under the blanket.

 

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Bowie proceeds to try and worm his way into Damien's shirt.

Vin hadn't noticed that Sabastian was sleeping in the nude until he saw a little blush form on his light cheeks, and his eyes travel over to the discarded pair of pants. The thought of the man naked under that blanket made his cock grow, and while he could tease the man about it, he decides to leave it be. Instead he takes out a pocket knife and spears a piece of bell pepper from the pan.

"What do you got against mushrooms? You know I heard that scientists thought at one point that mushrooms are actually from outer space, like alien spores or something."

He bit the bell pepper off the end of the knife and chewed slowly, looking away to give Sabastian a moment of privacy.

 

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Damien didn't try to stop the snake, simply watching his movements with interest.

With his chance having presented itself, he quickly slipped the pants under the blanket and wiggled them on, zipping and buttoning them before pulling back the blanket. He then walked up to Vin and stood there slightly behind him so as to put him in between Sabastian and the fire. With no forks, he would have to wait for Damien before digging in to that delicious pan of food.

"Come on. Alien mushrooms are even more absurd than zombies. Although, in this day and age, I suppose anything is possible. The bottom line is that they're gross and I hate them. He ran his fingers through his messy hair, eyeing the pan before seeing one of the cans of coffee Damien had set down. Stooping over, he grabbed it and popped it open, taking a long drink before exhaling with satisfaction.

 

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Bowie wraps himself around his muscular chest, then explores back up over his shoulders where his head comes out of the collar of the shirt and his tongue flicks the air curiously.

Vin noticed the man hesitating to get some grub, but instead of trying to figure out why, his brain focused on an opportunity. He reaches out and spears another piece of bell pepper and some egg, and then he holds it up to Sabastian. He doesn't let go of the knife though, as if he is offering for the man to just bend over and take a bite.

"Well I mean, I find that a little more believable. We get shooting stars and bits of asteroids all the time, who's to say a little bit of a spore couldn't have survived and adapted here?"

He watched Sabastian with hungry eyes, hoping he would get to see the man's lips wrap around the food.

 

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Damien looked at Bowie and smiled, thinking to himself that the snake could be so cute sometimes. The way he poked out of his shirt was adorable, and he enjoyed watching the snake seeming to be curious if snakes could even be curious.

Vin got his wish as Sabastian shrugged and leaned forward. He didn't want to cut himself on the pocketknife, so he was slow and careful about putting his mouth around the food. His lips enveloped the pepper and egg, carefully sliding it off and chewing thoughtfully. Once he was done, he licked his soft pink lips and spoke.

"After some of the shit I've seen lately, I'd believe just about anything. To be honest, though, I had a limited view of what was going on outside my room when everything went down." He seemed thoughtful for a moment before remembering Vin had no idea what he was talking about. "Oh, I used to work at Damien's place as a butler, and his mom turned into one of the zombies... but with tentacles." He shifted uncomfortably, averting his gaze as he continued. "She kept me in a room for a week and only took me out for gross shit. She was a fucking sick bitch."

Overhearing the conversation, Damien pursed his lips and dropped off some of the forks before heading into the forest to answer nature's call.

 

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His cock was rock hard now, and it twitched in his pants at the site of those soft lips slowly sliding up the knife. He had to suppress a groan, focusing on reaching down and spearing another bit of food to distract himself. He then brings it back up for the man again as he listens.

His eyes widen at the way Sabastian describes the zombie, and he lets his hand come down.

"Tentacles? Kept you in a room? If she was infected, how did she keep you in a room?"

He couldn't hide the shock in his voice, nor the bit of anger at what he seemed to be implying. Had the creature tried to feed on him or something? Was that how he had lost his eye? If he hadn't been so concerned for the man, he might have noticed Damien leaving and taken the opportunity to ask about the guy.

Delvins unintentional raising of his voice wakes Cora up. She pokes her head out from under the blanket and then tries to stretch, only to stop halfway through and wince. She was feeling pretty beat up, and her legs were really aching from where that zombie had wrapped it's arms around her. Not to mention she had face-planted on the carpet and given herself some nice rug burn, and her knees ached from...

Speaking of which, where had he snuck off too?

Cora pulled the blanket off of herself, having not bothered getting out of her clothes, and she gave the two men a sleepy little wave as she walked off into the woods to find a spot to pee. She didn't go very far before she squatted and did her business, sighing in relief when she was done.

She took a moment to stand and stretch a bit more, trying to loosen her muscles better. Looking up through the trees, she took in a deep breath, loving the way the woods smelled so early in the morning when the dew still layered the ground.

 

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"She was smart. She had all her marbles, despite the fact that it's debatable whether she had all her marbles to begin with. It almost seemed like she was still human, but she was still a bit weird from what she had turned into." He reached out and put his hand under Vin's lifting the speared bit of food up so he could take another bite.

Once he was done chewing he looked away and fidgeted. "She needed... someone to fertilize her eggs." He cringed. "She would take me out once a day from the flesh-room and then put me back afterward and lay more of them. It was fucking disgusting. Sometimes I wonder if she even really changed from the infection. I used to work in the kitchens, but she hired me as a butler because she liked how I looked. I made it clear nothing was ever going to happen since I'm not interested in... well it would have been nasty, anyway. But she always kept trying. Maybe the infection just made her more aggressive in general."

He thought for a moment, shuddering at the memories of what had happened that day. The blonde waited until Cora got up and left before leaning in. "Best not to bring it up to Damien and Cora. From what I understand, they lost a friend who saved them when she was...doing stuff to them." Sabastian seemed a bit somber for a moment before sitting down on his blanket.

Damien had finished relieving himself, taking some hand sanitizer and using it. It was unfortunate that this was the way things were, but it was better than not having anything to wash with. He had taken a bit of toilet paper as well, but the rest was history.

Anyway, he made his way back to camp, enjoying the crisp woodland air and the way the new morning sun hit the trees when he saw Cora. He immediately felt a bit guilty, pausing and wondering if he had time to maybe hide and slip past her.

 

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Vin listened, and the more the man explained, the more heated he got. Especially when he saw the way Sabastian cringed. It was all really disgusting, and he wasn't sure if he wanted to ask for details, but at the same time, he almost couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"Best not to bring it up to Damien and Cora."

He closed his mouth and nodded slightly, a creepy tingle going up his spine at the thought of Damien being...well, it sounded like his own mother had raped him.

"That's fucking disgusting..."

He had to sit his knife down for a moment and stare off, trying to process what Sabastian had just told him. When the little man sat down on the blanket beside him, he looked over, hesitated for a moment, and then slung an arm around his shoulders and pulled him close to his side.

"I'm so sorry that happened to you. No one should ever have to experience something like that..."

Cora looked around for a brief moment, and seeing as she had a little bit of privacy from the two boys, she peeled her dress off and sat it on the ground. It wasn't like she was completely naked, she still had her underwear and bra on, but she wanted to get a better look at her body and see how bad the bruises were.

The ones on her legs were the most noticable, two huge purple lines across both her thighs that made her cringe and say "shit." The rest were more minor, comparatively, but they still hurt. She reached down then to pick up her dress, and her eyes just happen to spot Damien.

"Oh my god!"

Her hand flys to her chest and she jumps back a foot, almost tripping over a rock.

"Oh my god Damien, you scared the shit out of me!" she hisses quietly, not wanting Vin or Sabastian to hear her. As quickly as her anger comes though, it leaves, and she is left standing there half naked and giggling at the absurdity of it. How did they both think to go in relatively the same spot?