Sal and Oliver hug the wall as I follow close behind them with Diane, hiding from the chaos that is unfolding around us. Every street we turn into seems covered with blood and garbage. The smell of rotting flesh filled the air, and the sounds of gunfire and screaming echoed throughout the streets. Diane seemed unfazed by the violence and horror, as was typical of her. The young agent struggled with her ill-fitting tan cargo pants and knee-high dark brown combat boots someone lent her. Carefully avoiding any unsavory messes or noise traps on the street that would undoubtedly alert our foes to our presence. I couldn't help but notice the way her hips swayed as she walked. The way she moved up and down the street, walking with such confidence and poise, made my heart race.
It was impossible not to feel my muscles tense as she moved, her ass jiggling back and forth with every step. All in all, it was a distraction, and I had to focus on the mission before me. I had to focus on the task at hand, no matter how difficult it was.
Unfortunately, her tan cargo pants were a little too small for her petite frame. Amplifying her beautiful shapely figure made it very difficult not to notice her feminine form, and I felt my face flushing in embarrassment. They hug her figure like a second skin, leaving little to the imagination, which puts my sanity to the test. She's all too aware of her figure and the attention it receives. I tried not to look, but my attention was easily distracted by this young agent's succulent body as if pulled by an invisible force but failed miserably. But some things are easier said than done, and I find myself struggling to keep my eyes from ogling my partner. Her clothing accentuated her assets in all the right places. My gaze was slowly drifting downwards every single time she took a step. I can almost see the outline of her panties beneath the too-small cargo pants.
I took a deep breath, trying to ignore and refrain from admiring her succulent posterior with as much dignity as possible. Even so, the roundness of her rear became problematic, especially when we were in a position where we were trying to sneak through the dark streets while trying to avoid getting caught. I couldn't help but think to myself that it was a miracle we still avoided the worst of the Bellevue catastrophe, as it was a shitfest in every word of the sense. I managed to avoid getting caught staring at her rear. However, it had become a challenge as we approached our destination. Despite the shitty situation we're in, I can't help but wonder what I could be doing to her instead...
I glanced at Diane, her slim frame standing out even in a place filled with shadows. I couldn't help but be distracted by her figure for a moment; I would've loved to have a woman like that at my side. The view was absolutely delicious. I knew that she wasn't an ordinary individual. She was special. Her movements were graceful, and her eyes were so clear that I could see my reflection in them. Every time I looked at her, my heart skipped a beat. She was cute, innocent, and sometimes naive; I could have easily taken advantage of her if I wanted. But something was stopping me, something deep within me that told me that Diane wasn't just any girl. I had to protect her.
Diane had this undeniable allure that made her utterly irresistible. Her petite frame and soft curves begged to be caressed. For a moment, my senses were overwhelmed by her succulent curves and the promise of a forbidden taste. I would've been a lucky man to enjoy tasting those soft curves, yet in this dark era, such thoughts were nothing but fantasies. I had to snap out of it as the stakes of the operation were too high. I had to focus; we were in a life-or-death situation here as the sound of heavy footsteps shattered the silence of the grimy alley. Diane looked towards the source of the noise, her gaze never leaving her surroundings. My attention quickly turned to the source of the sound as well.
I got a first-hand view of what the people of this city were dealing with. Seeing it for myself made it all the more real. This wasn't just a crisis; this was a warzone. Those people were not rioters or protestors. They were the Freaks and undead that I'd read reports about. Leading this chaotic siege were those flaming monsters. I wouldn't have believed my own eyes if I hadn't seen similar shit in that damn desert all those years ago.
The same thing that happened there was happening now. It was just on a grander scale. Our goal was to get to Coney Island. To do that, we needed a vehicle. The issue was that the streets were too crowded for blocks around the hospital. This forced us to trek outside the chaos raging outside the medical center. We were traveling light and didn't have the gear that those black ops Colonels had brought. They'd already conscripted some of the police officers and detectives, including my brother's partners. Rescue missions were going on all over the city. The silver lining was that this calamity seemed limited to the city itself.
Sal put his hand up, signaling us to stop. The detective motioned for me to come up. I passed Oliver and Diane to see what the old man noticed. Sal peered around the corner, then let me take his spot. His face was pale, but he regained his composure a moment later. I peek around and see what he saw. What I saw could only be described as a monster. I wasn't surprised as I'd seen something like this before. The towering yet lanky emaciated creature was the same monster I'd seen in the desert. Its pale skin was just as unsettling as it was back then. Those same ungodly long claws that served as its hands sent chills down my spine. I knew just what that thing was capable of. If we had to run, we'd be dead. Bullets did kill them, but it'd take a hell of a lot to do so. I'd rather not face this thing with three people who'd never seen this monster.
There was an alternate route we could take. We just had to cross the street without being seen.
"We need to cross the street," I whispered. "Whatever you do, don't look down the street. You'll regret it if you do, trust me," I explained.
"We need to be fast and unseen," I continued as we crept along the wall.
"What do you see? More of those freaks?" Diane asked, the tension in her voice palpable. It was difficult for her to keep her voice down, especially when every moment was spent on high alert and anticipating an attack.
"Worse," I countered.
"What's worse than those flaming demons?" Oliver questioned.
"You don't want to know that, friend," Sal stated.
Oliver and Diane didn't like hearing that, and I couldn't blame them. The sight of that monster would shake anyone to their very foundation. My grip on my sidearm tightened as I considered the advice I'd just given my companions. I kept my gaze straight forward, trying not to look at the source of what I felt was an ominous presence growing ever closer.
"That bad?" Oliver whispered as he murmured under his breath as I cautiously led them across the bustling intersection, keeping my gaze focused on the ground.
The four of us dart across the street in a swift, fluid motion, our expressions grave and movements quick and precise. Keeping our eyes fixed in every direction, aware that a single wrong move could jeopardize the entire mission. My grip on my sidearm tightened even further as we crossed the street. The cityscape was eerily quiet, the only sounds coming from the rapid beating of my heart and the nervous breaths of my companions. I could almost envision what we would be facing before turning the corner, my mind running through worst-case scenarios and preparing for a fight.
The source of those ominous feelings of impending danger drew closer with each step, sending shivers down my spine. All four of us held our breaths, unsure of what to expect as we approached the corner. With every step, the ominous presence I felt drew ever nearer until it was practically tangible, as if right behind me. Suddenly, the flurry of gunshots erupted in my ears, followed by the sounds of chaos rising in intensity as people screamed and ran for their lives. The situation was becoming more untenable with each passing second.
We make it to the far side of the road, and I look back over my shoulder. I can see the alleyway we'd been in only a few moments ago, but suddenly, a shadow crosses in front of us, blocking out the light of the distant street lamp.
My hand tightened until my knuckles turned white. Something was wrong.
"We're almost halfway there," Sal whispered back. "Just a few more yards. We can make it."
Our small team dashes into the alleyway out of the light of the lamp post just as several figures emerge from the previous alleyway we'd been in. We managed to sprint into the alley just in time and take refuge behind a large dumpster, breathing a sigh of relief as we leaned against the walls, exhausted. I peek out from the side of the dumpster and spot the group of figures standing just outside the street lamp illumination for several long moments. At first, I thought they'd seen us.
I let out another sigh of relief when they began walking in opposite directions down the sidewalk. They hadn't seen us, and we were clear to continue our mission to Coney Island.