El Sereno Neighborhood
Upon returning home, the first thing Paul did while services were still functioning was to place several orders over the phone to different stores. He purchased a couple of generators, gas drums, portable gas fuel tanks, a liquid transfer pump, and two large plastic water tanks for the house. Almost everything was overpriced, but he knew money wouldn't matter much in a few days.
In the dining room, the family sat, clearly stressed and waiting for answers.
"What's wrong with you, Paul?" Alicia looked at him, concerned. "You're acting just like Nick."
"Talk to us, Paul," Madison urged. "If you don't talk, how can we know what's happening that has you so worried?"
"Let him take a breath, guys," Nick interjected. "Jeez."
"Alright, let's start looking at facts," Paul suggested. He turned on different news channels, which were reporting various cases of protests, hospitals being overwhelmed, massive purchases in businesses, an increase in aggressive behavior, and even cannibalism in some places, attributed to psychedelic drugs—not only in their country but globally.
"What do you see from those news reports?" he asked.
"There's an increase in violence and people are panicking," Claire observed.
"A crisis," Madison murmured.
"Too many crazy people," Nick added.
"Yes, that seems to be the case at first glance," Paul agreed, "but why? Why is it happening now? The economy isn't collapsing, or something like that, which could attribute all those events at once."
"Something is happening on a large scale that we don't see, which is slowly raising the chance of these events happening," Alicia noted.
"Yes, now you're getting it," Paul said, smiling a little. "Something is wrong on a large scale. There's no need to go about our daily lives unaware of the things happening around us, only to realize what's happening at the last moment."
Travis smiled a little, seeing how Paul was trying to teach them what was happening, but he still thought that Paul was wrong in killing that woman.
"Now, let's focus on the heart of the matter," Paul suggested. He searched for the website and showed them a new memorandum. He passed the phone to Madison first, who read the information slowly but intently. Her face paled quickly after a moment, and she passed the phone to Travis, who was visibly shaken. Travis put on his glasses and read it with a slightly trembling hand. The others watched intently, curious about the information, seeing the drastic change in Madison and Travis.
After a while, Paul said, "Now you get it. This isn't happening randomly. This is something worldwide, and not just that—we are all infected with something that we don't know about."
"The problem is grave, very grave," Paul emphasized. "Not only is all of humanity infected, but upon death, they produce what it calls there 'unusual post-mortem behavior,' resulting in aggressive behavior like what we saw on the news in some cases."
"Now you're ready to look at this video without being too judgmental about what is recorded," Paul said. "It's about the events yesterday before I fainted when I was with Travis looking at the place where Nick was before his accident, getting high and looking for leads to what Nick claimed to have seen that was making him insane." Paul then started the video and showed it to them all at the same time.
The screen showed a shaky, first-person perspective as Paul and Travis entered the church.
Alicia gasped, covering her mouth with her hand as they saw the blood pools on the floor. She leaned into Madison, who put an arm around her. Later on, the video showed Gloria appearing at the entrance, bloody and pale. Paul yelled at her to stop, but she kept advancing. Madison flinched with each gunshot, her grip tightening on Alicia's shoulder. Paul in the video shot Gloria in the head, and she collapsed. Travis was seen frozen in shock.
Travis, watching the scene unfold again, looked pale and shaken.
"It wasn't me seeing things... I am so... relieved, but Gloria, how did she die to become that thing?" Nick looked hurt seeing Gloria killed, with a hand over his mouth, but was a little more at ease seeing that it wasn't him being crazy.
"I don't know, sorry Nick," Paul said, though he was almost sure it was because of the overdose but didn't want to say it to make the girls worried.
"But whatever Gloria was, it wasn't her anymore. She wasn't a human in any case. It looked human, sure, but it wasn't a human. Not only that, they are pretty durable. The only thing that stopped that was shooting it in the head. Not even shooting it in the heart could kill it, and any other place it didn't feel it."
"Now, look at this," Paul continued. "The World Health Organization has published an 'International Disaster Emergency Response' memorandum, instructing public health officials on how to dispose of the remains of infected individuals. Advice includes disregarding DNR (Do Not Resuscitate) patients and removing patients to a morgue if efforts to restore life are unsuccessful within 60 seconds. If signs of life resume thereafter, the remains are to be regarded as a biological hazard."
"Do not resuscitate a patient, and if tried, only within the margin of 60 seconds should it be done," Paul repeated, thinking more about it. "Something after that, if it presents any signs of life, the remains are to be regarded as a biological hazard."
"Now you see?" Paul looked at them, bringing them out of their stupor. "The body is a biological hazard. Do you get it now? Even they know those things aren't human anymore. There is no cure for death. That thing isn't a living person. The problem is we are all latent carriers, being infected already, activating upon death and becoming that. So this crisis can only get worse and worse from now on. Think about it."
"There are 7.8 billion people worldwide, and this is snowballing fast. Every death is one more of those things. In a short time, not only will we be fucked, this world will be fucked. We are about to experience the beginning of an apocalypse."
He continued, "I, for one, intend to survive it as long as I can. So, what do we do now?"
"No one's talking about this," Nick muttered. "No one's saying anything."
"Don't be so exaggerated, dear," Madison said softly. "They're going to contain it."
"It can't be that bad, Paul, right?" Claire asked.
"Mom, don't you see it?" Alicia pressed. "What are we going to do now?"
"Leaving the city would be the correct first thing to do," Paul advised. "If nothing else, for the danger of the big population."
"When this thing starts snowballing, communications will fail because no one's there to manage the servers," he went on. "The electrical grid will collapse for the same reason. With the fall of electricity, it means there will be no more water grid. So yes, being in a city is useless for anything more than scavenging resources."
"Damn it," Claire murmured. "It's all going to go to hell."
"Okay, what about the desert?" Madison suggested.
"Yeah, it'll be okay there," Travis chimed in. "We'll be safe. We get away from the city and the people."
Suddenly, a truck's horn sounded outside, followed by a knock on the door. Everyone turned to look.
"Oh, that must be for me," Paul said, standing up. "I bought a few things that will come in handy to have—whether we're staying here or going away, they'll be useful."
"I gotta call Liza," Travis said, leaving the room.
Paul went outside to get the things and sign for the receipt. As he turned in front of the neighbors, he saw they were having a party.
"Hey, Mrs. Cruz," he greeted her with a nod. "You're having a party?"
"Hi, Paul," Mrs. Cruz waved and smiled at him. "Yeah, we're celebrating Gladys's ninth birthday. You should come by."
"That's great," Paul responded. "Time flies before we realize."
"Got a ton of food and now we're getting a bunch of cancellations 'cause of that bug going around."
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Cruz," Paul said sympathetically. "It's a shame. We'll see."
He carried the items inside, which were heavier than he had anticipated.
"Mom, are you going to tell her? Mrs. Cruz?" Nick asked.
"Tell her what?" Madison asked, looking at him curiously.
"What's happening," Nick said impatiently.
"Nick, we don't know what's happening," Madison looked at him seriously.
"Well, we know more than she does," Nick crossed his arms.
"Okay, I'll talk to her. I'll tell her," Madison agreed.
"It's just like no one is paying attention," Nick continued. "It's—it's like it's not real."
"It is real," Madison said firmly.
"I'm about to step into a world of shit. You know that, right?" Nick said with a pitiful face.
"Nick, don't be a drama queen as always," Paul interjected. "I gotcha, bro."
"I stole a lot from the hospital, and there's also the shit you need," Paul told them, setting the bags of medicine and other items on the table for Madison to sort through. "See what Nick needs from there. You know what to give him and how much, so I won't say anything more about that."
Then Travis appeared with his cell phone in hand.
"Damn it. No one's answering. No Liza, no Chris. He's pushing my calls." Travis's comments stressed out.
"Did you try Liza at her house?" Madison inquired.
"Of course, I tried the house, Maddy. Of course, I did." Travis said, a little nervous and desperate about it.
"Okay, go. Travis, go get them now." Madison said, not bothered too much about him leaving. "Call us if you're gonna be longer."
"If I'm longer, go without me," Travis said, already leaving the house. "I'll catch up."
After Travis left the house, Paul snickered, "Uhuh. Bye-bye Travis," as he moved beside his mother and took her into his arms, squeezing her breasts.
"Mhm~~ Don't be an ass, Paul," Madison moaned as her son touched her, but she also gave him a stinky look for being like that.
"Alright, alright, don't get mad, I will not say anything more," Paul said, giving her a coy smile. Then, he took her mouth in a wet kiss as he kept playing with her breasts.
"Mhm~~ Son~" Madison moaned excitedly in their kiss as she caressed his cock over his pants.
After a moment of making out, they paused. Madison's face was already flushed, excited by her son's touch and kiss.
"Alicia! Claire!" Paul called his sisters, then picked up a bag and a briefcase from his room and put them on the table for all to see. "This is the thing. All of you need to learn to defend yourselves from anything. I know you don't like that I have those things, Mom, but I like them. But if that isn't enough, you know they're an evil needed for protection—nice to have, just in case. Now, more than ever."
Paul then taught them how to use a pistol, and a semi-automatic rifle, how to reload, how to shoot, safety precautions, how to change a magazine, how to clear a weapon, the different calibers of bullets, and general knowledge to take care of while using firearms for their safety and others.
"That's all you need to know," Paul said finally. "From now on, it's just practice and getting used to them."
"I'll get a little rest before Travis comes back," he told them, heading to his room.
"Mom, give me some of the stuff Paul brought," Nick asked, not looking so good. "I'm starting to feel like shit."
Madison moved to help him, looking through the meds. "Alicia, help your brother while I sort the meds," she instructed.
Alicia, however, was looking at Claire, who was eager to slip away with Paul.
"But Mom, it's always me. Claire, you go now," Alicia said, looking at her mother and then passing the task to her big sister.
"Naughty, naughty Alicia. Alright, I will help Nick. Go and do whatever you want," Claire replied.
Claire hadn't even finished speaking before Alicia slipped into Paul's room. Madison saw this and grew slightly annoyed about what was about to happen, as she too would have liked to go and jump her son's bones.
Alicia's eyes widened with excitement as she saw Paul lying on the bed, already naked. She quickly stripped off her clothes, revealing her beautiful ass and perky big tits. "Brother, I've been waiting for this moment," she purred, kneeling between his legs and taking his growing erection into her mouth.
Paul's cock twitched at seeing her like that. The scent of Alicia's arousal was intoxicating as she knelt before him, her soft lips wrapping around his throbbing member. Her tongue danced expertly over the sensitive underside as she took him deep into her mouth. The wet heat was almost too much to bear.
He let out a low groan as she cupped his balls, massaging them gently. "Fuck, Alicia," he managed to grunt out.
She pulled back with a wink. "You like that, brother? Want me to keep going?"
"Yes, please," he breathed, his hips jerking involuntarily.
Alicia dove back down, taking him as far as she could without gagging. Her throat constricted around his tip, sending waves of pleasure through him. It was almost too intense to handle.
But Alicia wasn't done. She slid her mouth off his cock with a plop sound and shifted her body, licking and kissing along the underside of his shaft. She paid extra attention to his balls, rolling them between her lips and sucking them gently.
Paul's fingers tangled in her hair, urging her to continue. "Damn, sis. Your mouth feels so good."
Alicia expertly sucked and licked Paul's cock, savoring every inch of him. The smell of his musk drove her wild, and she couldn't wait to taste his cum.
Paul groaned in pleasure as his sister brought him to the edge. "Alicia, I'm going to cum," he warned, but she didn't stop. She wanted every drop. With a final thrust, Paul released his load directly into her mouth. Alicia swallowed greedily, relishing the taste of her brother's seed.
She pulled back with a smirk and a happy, clouded look. Before he could respond, she straddled his lap and lowered herself onto his already rock-hard cock again. They both moaned as she enveloped him fully. Alicia began rocking her hips, riding him with abandon.
Paul gripped her waist, encouraging her movements. "Fuck, you're so tight. Your pussy was made for my cock."
Alicia leaned forward, grinding against him and capturing his lips in a searing kiss. He thrust up into her as she rode him, the bed creaking beneath them.
The sound of a door opening pulled their attention away from each other. Claire stood in the doorway, a devilish grin on her face.
"Well, well, well. Looks like we're having some fun without me," she purred, slowly stripping off her clothes.
Paul and Alicia looked at each other, then back to Claire with eager expressions. "Come on in, sis," Paul said, beckoning her closer.
Claire climbed onto the bed, positioning herself so that she could lick and suck on Paul's cock while Alicia continued to ride him.
"I'm going to cum," he said through gritted teeth, feeling his release building after having these two little minxes pleasuring him at the same time.
"Cum inside me," Claire pleaded. "I want to feel it."
Paul obliged, burying himself deep inside her as he released, feeling his hot seed filling her up. At the same time, Claire's cries of ecstasy echoed off the walls as she rode out her climax on her brother's cock.
Their mother surely must be hearing all the action outside these walls, seeing how loudly Alicia was moaning with no restraint.
Then he pulled out of Alicia and pushed Claire down onto the bed, flipping her over onto all fours. He entered her from behind with a powerful thrust. He fucked her hard and fast, grunting with pleasure as her tight pussy squeezed him.
He fucked her relentlessly, their bodies slapping together in a primal rhythm. Claire screamed in ecstasy as Paul filled her with his throbbing member.
With a final thrust, Paul released his load deep inside Claire's quivering pussy. He collapsed on top of her, both of them panting with exertion. After a moment, he moved to the side, and Alicia climbed onto his chest, as did Claire, enjoying the snuggles between her two siblings.
After resting for a while, Paul got up, leaving the girls on the bed. He could hear Madison speaking on the phone with Travis outside his door.
"Travis?" Madison said into the phone. "Travis? Hi."
"Yeah, where are you? Are you okay?"
"Yeah, we're okay. When will you be back?"
"I, um... Well, where are you? You're at Liza's?"
"Wait, Travis, what was that?"
"Tell me what that was."
"No, we'll wait for you guys for a bit. It's better if we have more people."
"Whoa! Travis?"
Hearing that she had already hung up, Paul moved beside her, asking. "What happened?"
"It was Travis," Madison said, explaining to her son. "I could barely hear him. There was too much noise on the line, but I made out loud sounds like gunshots."
"Well, it seems he got in a pinch. Is he okay?" Paul said as he grabbed his mother into his arms.
"Yeah, but it seems they're stuck somewhere on their way here," Madison continued as she relaxed on his body, kissing his neck and caressing his chest. "Then there was a sound like an explosion in the background, and the call got cut."
Paul, smirking a little said. "Mom, it seems there is no need for you to break up with him if he just dies out there, somewhere."
Madison relaxed in the shelter of her son's arms, not bothered too much about Travis than a friend worried about another friend.
She instead rubbed against his chest, the same chest that had been there for her ever since Steven passed away. Getting emotional, she started kissing her son's lips as she played with her little tongue with his while at the same time moving her hand inside his pants as she grabbed hold of his cock, slowly starting to up and down to please him.
Paul getting excited at his mother getting naughty and horny he put his hand inside her pants grabbing hold of her big ass while pushing two fingers inside her little tight pussy, feeling how wet she was, already ready for his cock.
Not waiting any longer, Paul dropped his pants and also hers as he bent her over the kitchen table and positioned himself behind her, his cock rubbing slowly the entrance of her little pussy.
He slapped his mother's big white ass leaving a red handprint on it, making her moan in pleasure and he pushed his hips forward, thrusting deeply inside Madison's wet pussy, groaning at the incredible tightness surrounding his cock, her pussy was giving it little kisses as if wanting to make him go more inside her. He gripped her hips firmly and began moving in and out, setting a steady rhythm that had Paul groaning and Madison wildly moaning loudly with pleasure.
Madison's hands clenched the table as Paul's thick cock filled her completely, hitting all the right spots with every thrust. She pushed back against him, craving more of his cock inside her. The wet sounds of their bodies slapping together echoed through the room.
Paul's thrusts became more forceful, pounding into his mother's tight pussy with increasing intensity. He leaned over her back, one hand fondling her breasts while the other played with her sensitive clit. The dual stimulation sent Madison over the edge, screaming out in ecstasy as her orgasm crashed over her.
Paul wasn't far behind. The feeling of her pussy convulsing around his cock was too much. With a deep groan, he buried himself to the hilt inside her and released his hot cum deep in her womb, throbbing with each pulse of his orgasm.
They remained connected for several moments, both panting and covered in sweat from the intense pounding he did on his mother. Finally, Paul slid out of Madison's well-used pussy, a mixture of his semen and her pussy juices dripping down her thighs from her little hole that was gaping. She collapsed onto the table, completely spent and satisfied.
They were like that for a moment when Alicia and Claire interrupted them. "Is everything alright, Mom? Paul?" Alicia asked with Claire at her side they came to check on their brother because he didn't come back into bed but after hearing their mother moan like crazy they already knew what he was doing.
"Yeah, well, I was pleasing, Mom. She got naughty you know." Paul said, with a wry smile on his lips as he saw his sisters. Then naughtily slapped his mother's ass again making her do a cute moan as she was getting up with an embarrassed look seeing her daughters while her pussy was dripping with their brother's cum.
"Mom? Guys! Check this out," Nick suddenly called from the living room.
Hearing that, Paul took the chance and pulled his pants up and his mother's too and they all went to see what had happened. "Look, it's Mr. Dawson," Nick said while looking at the streets from the window.
"Oh, my God," Claire said, bringing her hands to her mouth, shocked by what was happening.
"It's a bad time for Mrs. Cruz to be outside," Paul remarked.
"Don't look. Don't look," Madison told the girls, already being clear-headed from the pounding she just got, after seeing that something was wrong with Mr. Dawson in the front street.
"Mom, Mr. Dawson's hurting them," Alicia said, trying to go outside to help.
"No. Alicia!" Madison stopped her.
"What are you doing? Mom. Mom!" Alicia said, frustrated.
"Mom is right, Alicia. She's gone," Paul said firmly.
"Why don't we help her?" Claire asked.
"In these times, we barely can help ourselves. We can't add the burden of being preoccupied with someone else. At the front of my mind, you are the priority for me—everyone else can save themselves as they can," Paul explained.