After about 2 weeks of nonstop unpacking of the stuff they bought, all three were sitting on the couch watching the 9 o'clock news after finishing putting the stuff away where they now belonged.
Each room on the second floor now has a twin sized bed with neutral color schemes at Robert's request. Though the girls wanted to separate the boys and girls room with the hallway as the divider, they abided to his decision. Each room also contained the bare basics to cover for short stays by family and friends. Well, if they can find any friends willing to drive out to him that is. And since neither side has any family member left alive, that part no longer applies.
The kitchen, who Tila and Mila scared the daylights out of Robert when they are in there, was now fully stocked with all the kitchen utensils they bought and pots and pans. When he went to ask them a question, he would swear to anyone to this day that he saw all the china, glasses, plates, and anything else that went into a kitchen, was being tossed around like ragdolls.
Even the cast iron pans and skillets that they talked him into buying were now hung up over the two ranges. And much to the amused looks of the girls, Robert was caught pulling out the dishes his mother had left him when she died to breast cancer 26 years ago. He told them that the dishes were now theirs as wedding presents, getting squeals of delight from the girls before he told them that they were supposed to given to them by his deceased mother sobering them up a bit.
The living room now sported a gray eight-person Lazyboy couch with matching end tables. The end tables also matched the wooden floors with their three legs twirling together in the middle before becoming the arms for the tempered smoke glass that sat on top. He had removed the stuffed animal head at the request of both Tila and Mila and sold them for a staggering amount of 1,750,000 dollars total.
In their place now hung the 160" TV that he bought with the latest Hendricks Digital Theater surround sound system that gave the room an amphitheater feel to it. Since they have yet to take any form of a picture, the fireplace, which the girls again use the poppy eyes on him to get their way with yet again, which was now sitting unused as of right now. At least until he was able to get them a wedding that he figured they would really like. With wedding dresses and everything else that they might want in one so they could have pictures of the wedding, after wedding, him sweating bullets from nervousness commonly known as "the typical Groom syndrome", and any other pictures they might want.
The last addition to the room had been a velvet fur rug that the girls demanded quite vigorously surprising him at the store, which the couch now stood on. It felt like good on his feet as he walked on it to and from the couch. Getting no further complaints from Robert.
Which is where the three were now sitting and watching the TV. The girls were cuddled against him asleep from all the "excitement" at finally getting their home fully furnished. He had stifled a yawn from laughing so hard while watching the excited girls run around like kids in a candy store setting everything up. Or the male murder store that he had to crawl out of tooth and nail.
He was sitting while watching a live footage of people breaking out of a building and biting people. The news reporter, who looked to be in a helicopter of some sort, even said that some of the ones turned were bitten, they were not sure if they were killed by them or not, as well but was inconclusive as all the bite were fatal.
As the viewing went on, he saw that 3-4 of the cannibals were eating what looked to be police officers from France. They were pulling out intestines and organs and eating them, while some were even licking up some of the blood that was on the body.
The camera man zoomed in on one of the people only to show grey clammy skin, white eyes with yellow mucus like substance on the corners of its eyes, and hair slowly but surely falling out by the artificial wind created by the helicopter. The one people were viewing could be seen with a hole the size of a grapefruit on the side of his neck. Tilting his head slightly, he thought he saw the bone and the esophagus of the person in question.
"Reports are coming in saying that a mass of these creatures are popping up all over Europe, China, India, and Africa. No one is sure where there are coming from, but one report said that the creature that you are viewing was pronounce dead 6 hours ago. Reports are also saying that the deceased was on its way to be cremated about an hour after the family gave permission. When we asked about the others that are being seen now, we were told that they all were either dead upon arrival, or dead on site when the paramedics arrived at an attack site roughly 15 hours ago."
The camera man zoomed back out to let the viewers see the whole area again before someone off camera shouted "Holy shit! Left! To our Left!" The camera turned to show thousands of people running in a mob like setting chasing after other people who were running for their lives. Men, women, children, and elderly could be seen running from the mob with barely anything in hand.
Robert decided that it this was a good time to turn in for the night and shut the TV off. Waking up the girls, he shepherded them both upstairs to bed as the sashayed with nothing but an oversized shirt that used to be Robert's. The master bedroom was the only place he promised not to enter until now since the girls wanted to keep it a surprise. And surprised he was.
Looking at the ridiculously large bed they bought, with satin black sheets and pillows. While it was sitting on a rug that was half the size of the room, he noticed the bed actually had a canopy roughly 5 feet above the bed with midnight black silk sheets that hung about a foot down around the edges of the bed with the backboard fully pressed against center of the wall to the left as you walked in.
To either side of the bed was black walnut end tables with 3 drawers each, followed by the 5-foot wide, 8-foot top to bottom glass doors. They led out to the balcony that he only went out to once since he got the house. Last time he was out there, he saw that the balcony went the full length of the wall and had a newly purchased white patio table completed with eight wicker chairs and an umbrella.
At the foot of the bed, was 11 maroon chairs that looked comfortable enough for pregnant women to sit on for hours with the center chair a foot taller than the rest. With each chair having about an inch between them going the full 14-foot length of the bed. Confused, he could only look at them with a bad feeling concerning the chairs.
Looking at the way they set the room up, he could tell they put a lot of effort into this room. Possibly three times more from the looks of it. He turned to the worried looking girls and pulled them both into a hug and kissing them both on the cheek saying that they did a marvelous job. Pulling back, he could see small smiles with rosy colored cheeks. he started to wonder why, until he unconsciously squeezed his hands against what felt like bare skin. Eliciting the girls to slightly moan while they blushed even harder. Gently, he pulled away and tried to hide his not so innocent guilt he was not pretending to have.
Too tired to go look at the bathroom, he began to strip down to his boxers. Just as he was about to jump onto the bed and lay down, his cell phone rang with Rebel Yell. Picking it up with scornful words, he saw that it was from an unknown name and number. Taking 3 seconds to think about it, he answered with "Nelson."
"Mr. Robert Nelson, this is Roger Wescot from the real-estate who sold your house in Charlette. The new owners were wondering where you had the switch hidden for the vault you had placed in the garage."
Drawing a blank as to why they were asking since he put the where-a-bouts in the deed before finishing up on the for-sale requirements. Thinking about it all, he calmly asked "what about the agent who set everything up and sold the property? I had put it all in the deed so they could refer back to it if needed."
A long pause was heard before what he thought was rushed hush whispering in the background. Then a shot rang out just before the other end hung up.
Annoyed by what he thought was a prank call, he sat the phone down on the night stand after putting it on silent. That annoyance taken care of, he crawled into the center of the bed where the girls were waiting for him to get comfortable, before draping themselves on him.
Waking up in the morning to the door bell, he quickly got up, dressed, and rushed himself to the front door. Opening it, a red-headed woman about 5'3" tall in coveralls was standing with a pair of sunglasses covering her eyes. The logo on her uniform said Electronics-R-US. "Here to set up the surveillance equipment" Robert asked with a stifled yawn.
"Yes sir. My name is Wendy Harrison. I just need a few minutes of your time to make sure that we are putting them in the right places before we begin" Wendy replied with what looked to be a once over as she tried to do discreetly.
"Okay. Give me a few minutes to splash some water on my face and let my wives know" Robert replied with a slightly happy note that almost made him frown before continuing with "they tend to get a bit grumpy when I fail to tell them of my where-a-bouts."
Noticing the confused frown, Robert just shrugged and went back inside to let both Mila and Tila know what's going on, clean his face and to put on a shirt since he seemingly forgot to put one on. Before going back outside, he grabbed his keys for the truck so they did not have to walk for the next 9 hours around the property line.
Heading outside, he walked them around the inner barrier showing them were and how he wanted them set up. Next, he took Wendy on a tour of the outer perimeter and showed her where he had hole left in the wall for the cameras to be placed.
'I still can't believe they tried to tell me that the integrity of the wall would fail if the holes were there. Idiots is what they are since the actual integrity is how it is set-up and placed. Not holes cut into them. At least not if you do it right' Robert thought to himself.
He asked her if they brought the solar panels in pure afterthought to keep the cameras going without electricity and got a firm nod in return. Going to a corner, since all the corners were going to have the same set-up, he showed where and how he wanted them done.
An hour later, both Wendy and Robert were back at the house since he had already done the hard part of cutting out the placements for the cams. When he got out of the truck, he could see the men who were with Wendy trying to sweet talk his wives into going out with them or just climbing into the truck for a quickie. He could also see the anger in Tila's and Mila's eyes when the men would not leave them be, even after they vocalized it at least twice as Robert got out of the truck..
Severely angered, 'til this day he still doesn't have an answer as to why, he pulled out his FN5.7 and walked over to where his wives were. Standing beside them, he draped an arm each around both Mila and Tila getting a warm smile from them, with his pistol in his right hand. Getting the message, all 5 men scrammed.
Standing straight after a few minutes and looking over at Wendy, he asked "is this how your company treats their clients?"
Sighing and shaking her head, she answered "this is not the first time this happened. I will let my management know of their behavior after I send them off to work. Sadly, and happily, there is a recording device on the truck that tracks conversations with our clients. So, you don't have to worry on that front."
Even as she said that, he could see a type of scowl that is making him question her. He could not identify if it was for them being caught, or if she was denied what she herself wanted and the males messed it up for her.
Nodding in approval to mask his thoughts, Robert, Mila, and Tila went back inside to have brunch since breakfast was missed.
3 weeks later, Robert had just hung up from calling the city after buying the 5 miles that sat unused around his property last week and was now sitting in front of the computers in one of the vacant rooms that showed the cams footage. He is staring at a group of people that were slightly twitching. Tila and Mila are also in the room doing school work to help them catch up on their education. As well as further their education to help with college when they past the state exams for middle and high school. When they started nearly 5 months ago, he was surprised at how much they already knew. Math, literature, science, and history they excelled in, while they lacked in the rest.
As he watched the group on the cam, he called out to the girls. "Hey Mila. Tila. Can you come here and tell me what you both see?"
Hearing them moving, they both came over to him and sat on his legs while they watch. Mila, who's voice sounded almost musical to his ears in a harp like tune, since her vocal cords were now almost fully healed, tilted her head slightly and said "they look sick."
Tila, who's voice was like that of a fairy's now since her vocal cords are fully healed, said "aren't they moving about like the ones on the news?"
A small tingling sensation went down Robert's back when Tila mentioned that. He only hoped that this is some sort of prank from the store. He could vaguely remember the news concerning the "zombies" that he watched a few weeks ago. Fear was a powerful motivator to do something very stupid after all.
Robert had the girls go back to doing their schooling, so he could call the town hall and see what was going on. Dialing in the number and pressing the call button, he got a busy tone. Not really thinking about it, he hung up and called his attorney. After ringing for a few minutes, his lawyer answered with heavy breathing.
"Robert! I am so glad you called! People are being eaten by the deceased!"
"What do you mean dead people are eating people? How the hell is that even possible Mr. Rodrickson" Robert asked in a way that made it sound like Mr. Rodrickson was in a nut house.
"I know for a fact that some are dead since two of the people that are attacking died last week in a car crash!" Ted, Mr. Rodrickson's first name, growled out as if he was offended.
"Be as that may, I was calling about..." Robert started to say but was cut off as the connection was cut after he heard what sounded like a scream from a woman. Or a really feminine man like his lawyer was.
Staring at his phone, he saw that there was no service. Swearing, he threw the phone in the garbage can. Going over to the closet to find the Sat phone, he noticed that a window pop-up on his computer came into view saying that the internet was down.
"My internet stopped" Mila exclaimed in confusion.
Turning, Robert went over to the computer and opened the internet connection part of the computer settings. He Frowned after reading that the router was getting signal from the computer but not the satellite. He decided to head into town to see what the hell was going on. With the possibility of slapping his lawyer into puberty. Verbally at least.
He told the girls to stay here and read the books he got for them. Even if there was a chance at what Ted told him was true, he did not want the girls to be in harm's ways. Especially so, since he noticed that both of their birthdays were only two days away when he looked at the board he used to remind him of important events.
Hopping into his truck, he leaned down to give both of them a kiss on the cheek as a small reassurance that he still cared for them. Cranking the engine, he heard the truck having trouble starting before it backfired and turned over. Blinking in surprise, considering he had it tuned up a couple of days ago, he could not understand why the hell it had trouble starting up. Not giving himself time to think about right now, he drove off with the promise to be careful to both Tila and Mila.
Getting into town, he could see massive car pile ups, wrecks, bodies lying on the ground, and fires in some of the buildings which was starting to give him a very bad feeling. Driving in further, he could not see a single soul anywhere in his vicinity. The only thought that occurred to him was the possibility of a major terrorist attack had occurred when he wasn't paying attention. That's when the thought of his girls being attacked sprung to mind.
Stopping, he reached behind his seat and pulled out a modified M16a4 that he bought while in the military. Chambering a round, he set it on the seat next to him as he started to drive again, but slower. He reached the mall and saw hundreds of torn up, desecrated bodies moving about. He could only stop and stare slack jawed at the scene.
Going from bad feeling to combat mode with dead eyes shortly after going into shock, he grabbed his rifle from beside him and held it at the ready just in case he needed to fight. And since he was not fully aware of how they could "see" he could only guess that noise would attract them remembering the video of their milky white eyes, making him gun the truck making trying to get out of town as fast as he could since the truck was make a vast amount of noise. And since the fastest way was to make a U-turn in the mall parking lot, that is what he did.
As if they were waiting for him made the full turn, he saw the creatures come running out of several buildings about 30 yards from him on his front left and right almost blocking the road as they came towards him. Not even hesitating, he starting shooting them in the head while driving as best he could. Running over a few made him put the rifle down and concentrate on driving. Unless of course, he wanted to go two wheeling on either the left or right side of the truck.
Getting back to the house, he noticed more of the creatures milling about. From where, he did not know, forcing him into stopping. He got on the CB and called out to the girls.
"Yes husband" Tila replied after the third time making Robert sigh in relief.
"Is there anyone beside yourselves in the inner or outer perimeter of the barricades" he asked without a second thought. Still thinking this could be an elaborate terrorist attack of some kind.
"Not that the cameras show. Any movement that I can see, if any, is outside the walls" he heard Mila say in the distance.
Telling them that he will be back shortly and to no worry about the gunfire after silently thanking the foresight of getting the security installed, he dropped the hand mic, grabbed the rifle, and got into the bed of the truck after making sure that none of the creatures were near him. Gently placing the rifle on top on the ca, he silently tried to open the toolbox that he has been using as a weapons storage unit to get as many magazines as he could fill his pockets before they started to become a hindrance.
From there, he kept the lid open as he looked around to see where the nearest ones were before he grabbed his rifle. Using the top of the cab as a makeshift firing stand, he got into a firing stance and opened fire.
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Mila's POV
We stood on the driveway and watched as our Husband drove off. We waited until he was out of sight before we headed back inside to study. At least I thought it was to study. Tila was of a different mind.
"We need to talk about who goes first the night after next. Husband strikes me as the kind of man who promises what he intends to keep. Or at least, he tries to. Even though we agreed that I would be head wife, if he decides to lay with you first, then that will put you as head wife. Hence my reluctance on the matter."
Sighing at where this conversation was going, I could only think about how much sister wants to have husband rut her like an animal every chance she can get. Especially since she found a sexual website that we happen to chance upon. When she saw how the woman, or women in some videos, were treated like animals, she started to daydream about it happening to her whenever she was alone. Or thought she was alone.
"Why don't we just tell him that we decided you will go first? Unlike our father, he seems to listen to what we have to say. I mean, he even went into that underwear shop that is meant for women, after we cornered him of course. Even as reluctant as he was, he still went in. As I said before, you are more of the detailed type women. While I am the more protective type. I am useless without being told by him what to do, or having a normal atmosphere in which I am use to" I replied with what I am sure is sorrow on my face and voice.
Looking at me, Tila had a thought expression on her face. And she wonders why he calls us mixes or succubus' all the time. She is always scheming to make his sexual life better but had to admit defeat when he used what little of the law he could against her. He even used his personal feeling on the matter which drove the final nail into her admitting defeat on the subject. From how father acted, we both believed he would claim us as his, the moment he got us alone.
I am actually quite glad he did, since I was still a bit afraid of him. But after watching him for the past 5 months, which was and still is amusing, I have little in the way on not wanting to be seeded by him.
Tila got up and went for the computer she used as her personal video player. I followed her knowing full well to what she was going to watch. She has always had this of watching things behind everyone's backs to avoid getting into trouble.
As expected, she pulled up her favorite sex video. And was now in the middle of swapping the man with husband, and the two of us with the two women of whom was being treated like dirt aboard a ship of some kind in the middle of a lake.