July 1, 2025; Dawn touched it and he could feel he did indeed have a scar right where she touched him. But nothing had... The weird fucking dream. The white room, Kris, receiving the System Seed, selecting his boon, waking up in the morning with a searing pain in his shoulder wrapped up in his sheet. He'd thought he had fucked his shoulder up on the corner of the end table! "Damn, I do remember."
"You said she was a Sovereign-class just like you?" Dawn asked stepping closer to him, he nodded, a little afraid of the intensity of her gaze. "I.. think whatever happened to you, happened to her, just not as extreme. Your, evolution was much longer." Her whisper was only barely still a whisper.
"I don't..." He started to say but Dawn cut him off with a sharp finger to his chest.
"Shut up." She stepped even closer to him, her face nearly touching his. "I don't care anymore!" That definitely couldn't be considered a whisper anymore. She wasn't yelling though. He was pretty sure she was about to do something that was going to hurt so he tried to brace himself as best he could.
She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him like an animal giving into a primal urge. She pulled back, "I've tried to think of you as a friend. Even worse, like one of my brother's friends." She kissed him again, just as hard as the first time, wrapping a leg around him while standing. He was still trying to figure out what the fuck had suddenly happened in the doc's pants and tried to extract her from him. She had effectively wrapped herself around his neck and as he tried her feet were lifted off the ground and he realized he was against the damn door!
It fucking opened inwards damn it! He was trapped. "It didn't work!" She yelped as he grabbed her hips and tried to lift her off him.
"Dawn, I..." He was interrupted again by another kiss, this time she had her fucking tongue involved! And then her other leg wrapped around his waist. Somehow!
"Shut up!" She slipped one hand down his pants, having already unbuckled his belt while he struggled to pull her away from him, grasping everything important! "I'll fucking HAVE you Clay Benton!"
He was definitely standing at attention! Holy shit!
"I see how you shrug off those other women's attention, and I don't CARE what you think about it. FUCK ME!" Her whisper was so intense, and as she released his rock-hard cock and pulled her hand out she deftly unbuttoned his jeans and started working them down with a bare foot. God, she was intense!
"What about her?" He managed to get out as his pants hit the floor. She was still hanging around his neck as he felt her other hand work her panties off enough that when she wiggled a little they slid right off out from under the extra-long white button-up shirt he had assumed covered a skirt or shorts. It dawned on him just how serious this woman was!
It sure as hell didn't seem like this was a spur-of-the-moment, spontaneous desire either. What the fuck had happened with Doc? He didn't have time to think about it much. And after another moment of restraint, gave in himself.
He cupped her ass cheek with one hand under the shirt as she guided him into her moist pussy, easing herself onto his engorged member as she gasp. "Oh, Clay, fuck me." She nibbled his ear as she wiggled her hips up and down squeezing his cock tightly as she let out another slight moan of pleasure.
He helped her keep rhythm as he slid his free hand up her shirt and cupped her full D-cup breast, gently playing with the rock-hard nipple. She was grinding deep, biting his neck and chest like an animal in heat!
He turned her around, pinning her to the door as he stroked in and out to her moans of ecstasy as he worked back and forth, thrusting harder and harder as she clutched at him and moaned in pleasure. He tried to pull out as he felt himself coming to a crescendo but she wrapped her legs even tighter as he released. She was still moaning as she gently gyrated her perfect hips against his pelvis, her sopping wet pussy clinching over and over as she quivered in bliss still draped around his neck.
He was looking at her beautiful freckled face, her light brown natural curly hair disheveled as she opened her sparkling grey-blue eyes and smiled at him. "My God I needed that!" She gave him another hard kiss and squeezed his ass cheek as she dismounted him and slid down the door.
A few minutes later, Dawn finished her "examination" and Clay went to see how things were going before she could pounce on him again. He didn't see either Jill or Tonya when he came out of the house so he took that to be somebody looking out for his poor soul. "Fuck! Now Dawn too." He shook his head.
Once outside he could see Amy standing by his sister's body. She had tied two lengths of rope around her into a makeshift sling to carry her and her body had been wrapped tightly in clean white sheets. Freya was near the carport speaking to Erin and Martha. She looked a lot better. But as she turned and smiled at him, he could still see the bruises though faint from where she had been beaten. As she walked towards him he could see her limp and he cringed knowing everything that could be done to heal her, had been. Not to mention that she was carrying a child. Probably one of those worthless fucks occupying the burn pit with the big ass mutated cat.
"Uncle Clay, I still can't believe you're here!" She hobbled over and threw her arms around him in a hug. Her limp was even more obvious as she rushed for him. "I was so scared." She said, nearly in tears again.
"Shh, I gotcha Freya. Don't worry anymore. We'll be okay as long as we stick together." He grabbed her shoulders pulling away from her, and looked into her reddish eyes. "We need to take care of your mom. Are you ready?" He asked gently. She bit her lip and nodded, her eyes holding back tears like floodgates. The new reddish haze made her light blue eyes nearly completely red.
"Okay, give me a few minutes and then meet me over there." Clay pointed at the family cemetery.
"Okay, Uncle Clay." She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, "I can do this." She squared her shoulders and nodded at Clay as she limped towards the graves. The three Orc girls met her halfway and after a brief exchange they all scattered looking for something at the edge of the clover field. He shook his head, there was no telling what they were doing. He found Luke taking a break under a tree, a glass of cold water in his hand, dark, soot-stained cloth around his neck.
"Luke, could I trouble you to help me with my sister man?" Clay asked as he walked up. "I know you've been busy."
"No. No Mr Clay, I'd be honored to help you." Said Luke setting the glass down and standing up with a groan. They were all tired. Clay knew the man had been working his ass off since the bear nearly killed him. He still had a prominent limp on his left leg but that was probably due to the three-finger deep piece of meat missing from his fucking leg the bear had removed. Amy's Regenerate only worked as long as she could dump Mystical Points into it. And Luke had been pretty fucking bad off.
With his help, he was already lowering Cindy into the grave before Freya and the Orc girls started their way. Clay didn't want her to deal with having to see any of the burial preparations. It wasn't much, but he wanted his sister to have at least a decent burial. Freya was carrying a small bouquet of wildflowers as she walked up. Jill, Tonya, Amy and Dawn joined them.
For a while everyone was quiet. Then Freya stepped forward and kneeled to drop the flowers on top of her mom as gently as she could with tears streaming down her light green cheeks. "Goodbye, momma. Don't worry, you were right. Uncle Clay did come. He saved me, momma. I'll be okay now. I'm with family." She stood and stepped back. Clay could see her take a deep breath and he reached over and draped his arm around her shoulder for support. She gave him a meek smile and turned away, heading for the cabin.
Clay waited for a few minutes and then said, "I'll keep her safe Cindy. You and Jake need to make sure you hash your shit out before I join you. Your family, figure it out. I'm probably not the best at this." He paused thinking about everything. "But I guess it's on me now to carry our family regardless. I don't know what happened to Glinna. I thought she'd beat me here... I hope she's okay. But the way things are..." He squatted down next to the edge. "If you can do anything over there, then look after our sister. She's not home yet." With that, he stood. "I have a feeling she's going to need it."
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He picked up the shovel and solemnly began filling in the grave. After a little while Luke took over and Clay walked over to another headstone, this one made for two people with hearts interlaced. And sat down in front of them on the crisp clover grass. He didn't notice Dawn, Jill and Tonya standing silently behind him. Now and then Dawn would get a suspicious look from Jill and Tonya, but Clay didn't notice.
"Ma... Pop's... I'm sorry I couldn't make it in time to save Cindy... I really, really tried Ma." He sighed. "And Pop, you were right. I realize that now. Nothing was ever as important as family." He shook his head. "I just wish I could have realized it a hell of a lot sooner." He hung his head and soon he felt Jill and Tonya attach themselves to either arm. Dawn had walked over to the Orc girls. Clay had let them use the family cemetery to bury Heather, the Orc girl who died right as he'd gotten them here.
Clay looked up at the grey, dreary-looking sky, then back to Jill and Tonya. He gave them both a half smile and turned back to the headstone. "I'm home now." He stood up and paused. "Do me a favor Ma, don't let Jake haunt me, please."
He turned and made his way to Luke and Dawn who had joined him. He was taking a break and drinking some water as he walked up. Cindy's grave was almost full so he took the shovel and said, "You all have been working hard. Take a break, I'll finish up here." They looked at him dubiously, knowing he'd been up just as long as any of them but they grudgingly agreed to go to the cabin and let him"think" for a little bit. He told them, "I'll have something to show you when I get back to the cabin." He started shoveling, humming something as he worked.
"Mr Clay." Was all Luke said as he knuckled his forehead to wipe the sweat off and left a brown streak as he did and quickly jerked his head back towards the cabin. "Let's go, sis. I need to change anyway. That damn cat stank." He pulled his sweaty shirt away from him. "It lingers, I'm telling you." Everyone laughed at the joke he'd made at himself as they walked away. Clay couldn't help but notice Jill and Tonya angling to walk up next to Dawn. They each took an arm and the three began talking between them as they got further away. Dawn looked back at Clay briefly, and he could have sworn she was blushing.
Soon both graves were filled in and he looked up and gave a silent prayer for both women. He wasn't a religious man, but one could never know for sure. He figured it didn't hurt, besides, he didn't know if either one was religious. He should have maybe asked Freya. He swung the shovel onto his shoulder and walked back to the cabin.
When he got there he slid the table out of the way and pulled up the cheap laminate flooring until he uncovered a seem for a door. It was built to sit flush with the rest of the dining room floor with a large inset steel ring that he had to use the tip of his knife to pull out so he could get ahold of it. Several people had gathered around to see what he was doing. Freya was watching intently, Clay could tell she hadn't known about the secret door which should mean nobody had been in the supplies.
He lifted the heavy, reinforced door with a groan, its hinges creaking loudly from the dust and years of not being used. He could hear several women suck in little gasps as they could see far enough into the cellar to see stacked and sealed five-gallon buckets with big MRE labels stuck on the lids. And there had to be at least a hundred of them stacked around the walls to the ceiling of the cellar.
"Holy shit!" Exclaimed Freya from beside him at the top of the stairs. She had moved over next to him as he had pulled the door open. "What the hell was Uncle Jake and you preparing for Uncle Clay?" Her reddish-tinted eyes were wide in disbelief. There were other supplies stacked up neatly everywhere, not just MREs.
"Freya, find Tonya, I want everything gone through, and sorted. We need to know exactly what resources we have, and what we'll need short or long term." He put his hand on her shoulder, "This is important Freya. I'm leaving you in charge of our supplies. If you need any help don't hesitate to ask." He gently squeezed her shoulder. "This is what your Uncle Jake had ready for our family. I think he'd be happy knowing it's going to be fucking used to help us survive." He chuckled. "Everyone laughed at the man. I doubt any of them would be laughing now."
He looked around and bent down so only Freya could hear, Luke and the rest of the original party knew what the armband was but there wasn't any reason to advertise it to everyone. He removed it, willing the dragon to release its tail and crawl down his arm and onto hers. "This will help. Keep it safe. You're our new Settlement Quartermaster, and I have my own anyway." He whispered. She looked startled at first and then her red eyes sparkled with excitement as it attached itself around her bicep and she got to see its massive storage space, how to access it, and a list of everything currently in the space. She gasped at what she saw.
"You got it, right?" He said as he grinned seeing her look of amazement at what he'd just given her.
She nodded vigorously, not only did she have the spatial storage armband, but she could see neat stacks of fuel, toiletries, bottled water, boxes of canned goods, and even some medicine that had a long shelf life, all plainly marked. "I'll ask Livia to help too." She said. "Don't worry, I'll get right on it Uncle Clay." He could see her brain already turning. Having something to do would probably help her through losing her mom. At least he hoped.
He gave her a pat on the back and turned to head back upstairs. People made way for him though as he looked around and finally found Anna and Martha. They were under the hood of the Dodge. Just as he got to the door he could see Jill and Dawn arguing near the fire pit used for cooking. He didn't see Tonya, she used to work on the logistics portion of the warehouse they'd worked at before the apocalypse. In particular, she had been good at reading the fucking spreadsheets and seeing what was needed, how much, and how to get it from point A to B as efficiently as possible. He knew she'd be perfect for helping Freya with her new task and cataloging everything in the cellar.
The hair on the back of his neck stood on end as if he was being stalked and his senses went up. As he casually tried to figure out what the fuck had set his "your fucking being hunted" sense off he spotted Joanna and Luke talking. Joanna had woken up and was feeling better. They were sitting across from each other at the old red picnic table. Luke had thrown a clean shirt on and washed up somewhat and Joanna was laughing at something Luke had just said.
He smiled at the sight. "Good man." He said under his breath. He'd made it to the end of the porch and leaned over the railing as he said, "Hey Anna, Martha, can I get your assistance for a few minutes please?"
Both women stopped working on whatever they were working on and he heard a "Yeah." And a "Sure thing Mr Clay!" As he turned to walk back inside he noticed Sigrid finally. And realized why the hair on the back of his neck was standing on end and he felt like he was being hunted. She sat on the edge of the truck's tailgate, her knife making a soft "wisk-wisk-wisk" as she sharpened it. She had washed up from her prior bloody endeavor and now sat in a blue and black checkered flannel shirt and a skin-tight pair of Levi's. But what caught his attention was her eyes.
He absently shivered and knew that if she caught him out alone she was going to try something. And by the way, she licked her lips and winked at him when she saw him spot her looking at him like a slab of meat and she was starving. And she was quite capable of cornering his ass, hell Doc had! She blew him a kiss as she started to purr loud enough that he could fucking hear it on the porch.
"I don't know Jake, I might not survive the women..." He turned to see Jill and Dawn still arguing and then back to Sigrid. "Yep, fucking hot potato with an active hand grenade." He looked back at the two women arguing at the fire as Anna and Martha came up on the porch. "Maybe three or four grenades at that..." He grumbled.
"What can we help you with Mr Clay?" Asked Martha, rubbing grease off her hands.
"Ah yeah, about that power." He motioned for them to follow him inside and downstairs past Freya and Livia who were already cataloguing the supplies. He made his way to a corner and could see a black box with a switch on it and a red and green light. Next to that were several gauges and a warning sign. Several wires had been chewed along the top of the box.
Both women looked at him and began talking excitedly. "Is this what I think it is?" Asked Anna.
"No fucking way Mr Clay! Are you serious?" Martha exclaimed. As Clay motioned for them to be a little quieter.
"Yeah, but like I thought, the fucking field mice have always been horrible, I knew immediately something had to be wrong with the wiring. I also don't want to get everyone's hopes up. Think you ladies can fix it for us? I'll let you all get first dibs on hot showers if you get this fucking generator running for us."
Both women looked at each other and jumped on the wiring, already working on it. Both assuring him they could handle it. He was smiling ear to ear as he walked back out of the cellar and went to find Tonya he paused to look at the damn blinking golden orb at the edge of his peripheral and sighed. He focused on it and his status screen popped up.
Clay Benton, Human Male, Age 40
Titles: Zombie Slayer, Evolved Human
Level: 14
Class: Sovereign
Health Points: 570 / 570
Mystical Points: 114 / 114
Strength: 40
Dexterity: 40
Intelligence: 31
Wisdom: 30
Loyalty Monitor: 54%
Passive Abilities - Adaptable Conversion; Cast Iron Stomach; Enhanced Virility; Greater Aura of Malice; Greater Eyes of Insight; Greater Regenerate; Paralysis Immunity; Resilience; Spatial Storage; Touch of the Divine;
Skills - Bone Spike; Crippling Strike; Eldritch Bolts; Frenzy; Multi-Strike; Web Bomb
Remaining ability points to be allocated: 5
Unread System Messages (1)
He focused on putting all of them in Intelligence and felt his ability increase. Then he focused on the unread message and it popped up.
"Congratulations! The host has completed the System Bonus Quest and returned home. Please select from the following Abilities or Skills. Mystical Shield. Major Spatial Storage. Summon Golem. Greater Healing Light. Energy Lance."
Oh yeah, he'd been thinking about that since receiving it and after focusing for a moment he heard a familiar sound.
"Congratulations! New Skill acquired: Energy Lance. The host form's a lance of raw energy and throws it at the target dealing 200 damage in a ten foot radius of the strike. Cost: 50 Mystical Points." Said Kris.
"Yeah, that'll definitely be handy." He said to himself focusing back on his status screen.
Clay Benton, Human Male, Age 40
Titles: Zombie Slayer, Evolved Human
Level: 14
Class: Sovereign
Health Points: 570 / 570
Mystical Points: 124 / 124
Strength: 40
Dexterity: 40
Intelligence: 36
Wisdom: 30
Loyalty Monitor: 54%
Passive Abilities - Adaptable Conversion; Cast Iron Stomach; Enhanced Virility; Greater Aura of Malice; Greater Eyes of Insight; Greater Regenerate; Paralysis Immunity; Resilience; Spatial Storage; Touch of the Divine;
Skills - Bone Spike; Crippling Strike; Eldritch Bolts; Energy Lance; Frenzy; Multi-Strike; Web Bomb
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