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Paul drove down the hill along the route towards the camp. As he approached the mass of walkers outside the place, he stopped the car and left it on the road.
After walking for a short while, he killed a few walkers with his machete, cleaving them in half and covering himself in their gore, which helped him lose the walkers' track. He moved among them, killing and clearing a path when they obstructed his way to the metal gate. In less than ten minutes, he was beside it and climbed it with no problem, as the metal gate had no obstacles on top or anything designed to prevent someone from jumping it.
Once inside, he first killed all the walkers that noticed him as he entered the perimeter.
Then, observing that the horde of walkers around the base grounds didn't bother with him, he moved to the buildings to check that there wasn't anyone still alive that might cause trouble with his following next actions in the place.
He moved through the parade ground to the corridor connecting the two buildings. There, he saw a sign on the wall with arrows indicating 'Section A' on one side and 'Section B' on the other. Paul took a peek at both sides, noting the amount of walker infestation, and moved into 'Section A,' which had fewer walkers. The other side was packed full of them. He moved along the section, killing all the walkers in his path. He observed that on one side of the corridor to his right, there was a door, and at the end, two other doors on both sides.
Outside the first door on his right, there was a sign displaying 'First Aid.' Upon opening the door, two walkers lunged at him, but he killed them both with a swing of his machete after he let them step out into the corridor first. Entering the infirmary, he found it was just a small room equipped to treat low-risk injuries or diseases. There was a shelf with medications that could have what Andrés needed for the people, but it still wouldn't be enough. This infirmary was designed with nothing more than emergency care or simple check-ups in mind before transporting troops to a better-equipped facility. That's why they had ambulances at this place, it seemed.
Closing the door behind him, he moved to the end of the section, still clearing the walkers, and opened the right door. It was just an exit to the outside of the building. He closed it as a few walkers tried to pour inside, and then he opened the other door.
This one led to a large space—the living quarters of the troops. Seeing the sign, it said 'Male Personnel Lodging.' It had bunk beds aligned beside the walls and in the center too, leaving two paths to move between the four lines of bunk beds. At the end, it divided into an 'Armory' and another door that said 'Bathroom and Showers.' The place was infested with dead soldiers and civilians, now walkers. Guided by the number of bunk beds, it must have had a capacity for a hundred soldiers, but there were at least double the number of walkers in there.
Paul closed the door behind him and started killing all the walkers, leaving nothing still moving around.
After finishing, and covered in blood, he grabbed a piece of cloth as he sat on a bed and cleaned his face a little. Then he opened a water bottle from a pack of bottled waters piled in a corner and drank from it, wetting his dry and bloody lips.
Looking around, he saw a lot of useful things, such as the soldiers' uniforms to make a uniformed security force for when they were on duty watch and changed later into normal clothes when they weren't. The weapons they had, the protection vests, holsters, helmets, and boots, among many other things.
Getting up, he moved into the bathroom and checked it thoroughly as he killed the walkers in there, looking all over the place but not finding anything worthwhile or useful.
Returning to the main room, his eyes now rested on the most prized treasure of the place and the reason he was there in the first place—the armory, where the ammo and good guns were locked behind a metal cage.
It was open, luckily for him. In any case, he would have easily destroyed the lock even if it wasn't.
Stepping inside, his eyes shone as he saw two Barrett rifles in their racks, equipped with scopes. There were also a few racks with assault rifles he hadn't seen or known about his entire life. Among the notable weapons were 1 M2HB, 1 MG3, 3 HK21s, and 2 FN Minimi machine guns. The latter were the most available in the place, it seemed, as they looked similar to those he had seen on the pickups. Additionally, there were two boxes of grenades. The best part of all was not just seeing the impressive and beautiful MG3 and new M2HB, but also the corner filled with piles of ammo. This would be useful for training people in shooting practice and, above all, to make these weapons operational.
He was smiling as he looked at the fifteen boxes with .50 cal ammo belts and forty more boxes with 7.62 NATO ammo belts, he saw there was also a lot of ammo for the other guns.
Taking hold of one of the weird assault rifles, he saw it was made for 5.56 mm NATO rounds. He played with it and saw its weight was not a problem, but its design was not something he appreciated too much. Still, they would be useful and come in handy as they were the majority of guns this place had to offer.
As he was looking at the gun in his hand, he saw it was labeled 'FX-05 Xiuhcóatl.' Its name also sounded weird to him, but he supposed it meant something he didn't know. There were 20 of these assault rifles in the armory, but there were many more outside on the soldiers' bodies. It must have been the standard issue gun for these forces and what most ammo magazines were available for. Leaving the assault rifle in the rack, he picked up another gun that was also available, with around a dozen of them there—they were G3A4 H&Ks.
"Now we are talking!" Paul spoke aloud as he got hold of one of these in his hand. They were battle rifles chambered in 7.62×51mm NATO. The power of this thing was another level against the 5.56×45mm NATO. It had a strong recoil and was difficult to manipulate in full auto, even if they could be handled like that. But he was smiling widely with it in his hand because the recoil was nothing in full auto for him with this kind of gun, given his grip and strength. There were 20- and 30-round magazines available to use in the armory.
He was satisfied enough already with the loot they would get from this place. With this, they had everything needed to make a feasible security force for the hotel functional. Paul, after seeing the armory, returned to the corridor intending to search 'Section B' in the other building.
He carved a path open, killing the packed walkers that were in the way, getting into a crossroad where one path led to an exit and the other to what seemed to be a surveillance room, as he saw monitors through a glass wall. Before that room, there was a double door, and in front of it, on the wall, was a mural with announcements and news about the base, military news, locals, and normative. Passing through the double door, he entered a dining room with a few tables and chairs to one side of the wall, and on the other was a kitchen counter as if designed like a school cafeteria. Killing a few walkers, he entered a door leading to the kitchen section. There were stoves and fridges, the usual things of a kitchen, and there was a storage room that he found filled with food, which put a smile once again on his lips. With that amount of food, they should have enough for all the people back at the hotel for at least an extra month or two.
After checking the things in the place, he grabbed a granola bar and returned to the hallway, eating it as he went, because the other door in the dining room also led to the outside of the building.
Entering the 'Communications and Surveillance Room,' according to the sign, he saw a desktop computer, a few notebooks along a couple of big monitors in there, which he assumed were interconnected with the vigilance system and server of the place. If they could get it to take it apart from this place, they would be able to set it up around the resort grounds. Besides the little security room, there was an administrative space that had nothing worth remarking on besides a few archive cabinets and a desktop.
Going through a door in that section, he found a reception space labeled 'Command Area.' This was where the base commander worked, administering the base and receiving visitors. On one side of the wall behind the working desk, there was a door leading to the commander's personal room. Upon entering, he found a middle-aged walker roaming the place. He killed it, and it dropped to the floor. Looking around, he saw a simple and clean dorm with a double bed, a few pieces of furniture, a rack with a weapon, and a personal bathroom.
In the rack, there was a G3A3 modded with a scope, forward grip, and a 2-point sling, which he was already taking as his new weapon to use. The walker commander he killed was sporting a vest with magazines for the gun fully loaded; they were 40-round magazines. He took them and changed the four he had on his body from the AK with those, intending to use the G3A3 since then because a 40-round magazine is the new meta.
Leaving the room behind with the AK and its magazines in hand, he placed them on the desktop in the reception area. He then adjusted the G3 on his back for better comfort and gripped the machete in his hand as he exited through the door that led to the front of the building where the parade ground was. Across from it was the parking lot, and beside that, the front entrance metal gate for entering and leaving the base.
As soon as he opened the door, the walkers outside tried to get in. As he was camouflaged with their blood, they didn't bother with him, but they still poured into the building.
Paul exited as they entered and went into a building where the entrance was beside the exit door to his left, with a sign that said it led to the 'Female Personnel Lodging.' The walkers were inside the place, making it almost an impossible task to move in there with so many packed into such a small space. He didn't know why there were so many walkers packed in there if the door was left open for them to leave and roam the compound.
Once he got inside, killing to clear a path, he saw it was similar to the male personnel lodging but on a smaller scale. There were bunk beds for at most 40 women, but there were over a hundred walkers present. He saw a smaller version of the other armory that surely had more guns and ammo that would come in handy, with walkers inside and, beside it, another bathroom with his door open also filled with walkers.
On the other side of the place, there were some walkers banging against a door that led to a room with a sign saying 'Female Official Lodging.' He briefly wondered why the walkers were banging against it, but his doubts didn't last more than a breath as he realized that someone alive was likely inside, which made him raise an eyebrow. Seeing the number of walkers in here, that someone was still alive in this place was a miracle in its own right, and who knows how long they had been in there.
Paul moved into the entrance of the female dorms and closed it before killing every walker in the place and the bathroom too. Then he started hearing attentively as he focused on the female official room as the place became quieter after killing all the walkers that were making noise, the walkers outside still interfered with the noise they made but it was more acceptable as he tried to focus in that room.
After a moment, Paul's face took on a weird look as his eyebrow twitched. From inside the room, he heard a woman moaning loudly and felt two presences within. Making a little effort, he opened the door and looked inside.
The room was somewhat similar to that of the base commander but more modest, and it also had a personal bathroom. In the bed, there were two women who were somewhat similar in appearance—both were petite and curvy, with black hair. One was in her mid-twenties, and the other looked younger, or so he thought. They had wide hips, large breasts, and a generous ass. One was sleeping, her eyes closed and her breath even, while dressed in service military clothes. She had headphones on her head, presumably to cancel out the noise. The other, who looked to be the older of the two, was completely naked except for a pair of headphones that she wore, similar to the other woman. She had her eyes closed and was moaning as she touched her large breasts with one hand. With the other hand, she was fingering her sparsely haired pussy, which was already wet and leaking her juices. She moaned like a slutty girl while speaking in Spanish.
Paul couldn't believe the scene he was witnessing, but he supposed that it was somewhat normal given the little hope they had of leaving this place alive. One was sleeping, and the other was entertaining herself as best she could in their desperate situation while waiting for rescue, or so he thought. The room had boxes of food and water along its walls but was clean of trash, which he assumed they disposed of through the little window in the wall to the outside. They both still had food stored, enough to stay alive for a while, and given their looks, they didn't seem to have deprived themselves of it. Both didn't look starving and were sporting a nice pair of tits and ass that he liked. They were the first pretty Mexican girls who had gotten his attention, but he wondered why two beautiful girls like them were in the military in the first place. Unless they weren't military women but civilians who had ended up here and found a place to hide.
With a smile on his lips, he closed the room door and rested against the wall beside it, enjoying the show as the older one indulged in the pleasure that her body could give her. He wondered how long it would take for the girls to feel his presence in the room.
"Sí, papi! Qué rico se siente! Qué rico, papi. Sí, sí!" (Yes, daddy! It feels so good! So good, daddy. Yes, yes!) The woman moaned wantonly, arching her back off the bed while fingering herself, until she started trembling and climaxed in her hands, spurting her pussy juices onto her hands and the bed. Her back fell against the bed again as she reveled in her orgasm. The other girl beside her wasn't even bothered by the noises she made or the movements of the bed; he assumed she was already accustomed to it if they had been living together in this small room for a long time.
After a moment, the woman's head lolled to the side, facing his direction, and she opened her brown eyes, sporting a foxy look that hinted at the little minx she must be.
The woman, after focusing on him, had a shocked look at first, but then it morphed into a slightly doubtful and confused expression. After a moment, it seemed like she came to some kind of revelation as she removed her finger from her pussy and licked it. She moved like a cat to his side before kneeling at his feet, her hands grabbing his pants.
Paul had a weird look on his face that he soon changed to an amused one, letting her continue with what she was doing. He imagined she must be thinking she was hallucinating, and if that wasn't the case, she must be cunning enough not to know what was happening outside and started catering to him to get on his good side as he was armed and they weren't.
"Papi, qué hermoso que sos!! Mi mente me está haciendo imaginar al menos a un hermoso chico. Rápido, muéstrame tu pene, espero que sea uno grande, mi amor." (Daddy, how handsome you are!! My mind is making me imagine at least a handsome guy. Quick, show me your penis, I hope it's a big one, my love.) The girl spoke with a dreamy look as her hands quickly pulled his pants down.
As Paul's cock sprang into the air, it hit her face, making her head move to one side as it saluted her.
"Aaaaaahh!! Mi amor, qué gran pene que tienes!! Ya amaba tu apariencia pero con este pene no hay otro mejor que vos, sos mi hombre ideal." (Aaaaaahh!! My love, what a big penis you have!! I already loved your appearance but with this penis, there is no one better than you, you are my ideal man.) The woman replied in a slutty way as her mouth watered at the sight of Paul's cock, she took hold of his cock with her hands and moved her face closer to it, smelling his scent and playing with it as she was becoming more slut as time passed while her pussy dripped more of her juices expectant of what will happen. She tentatively gave it a playful lick before she moved her mouth to leave a trail of kisses from his balls all the way to the tip.
Once she took the tip into her mouth, she began licking and teasing it with her little tongue in a sultry manner. She then moved her eyes from it to look into his. Paul groaned at the pleasure he was feeling and with a smile, started petting her as if she were a pet, enjoying the girl pleasing his cock. The girl's eyes arched into a pleased look as she sucked him with more effort.
"No sé si estoy soñando, muriéndome o qué, pero el primer pene que siento en mis manos ya es el mejor que se podría conseguir incluso en la industria del porno antes de que me llegue mi final," (I don't know if I'm dreaming, dying, or what, but the first penis I feel in my hands is already the best one could get even in the porn industry before my end comes.) the woman said as she removed Paul's cock from her mouth after sucking it well, leaving it wet and making a plop sound as it left her lips."Mi dildo no se compara en nada a esta magnifica polla." (My dildo doesn't compare at all to this magnificent cock.)
After sucking like a good girl for a while, she stopped, making Paul groan at the vanished pleasure he was feeling.
"¡Dale papi! ¿Qué estás esperando? Para ser algo de mi imaginación, ya deberías tener tus bolas bien adentro mío."(Come on, daddy! What are you waiting for? For being something from my imagination, you should already have your balls deep inside me.) The woman hastily urged Paul to fuck her already, as she continued thinking she was dreaming or hallucinating.
"Qué hermosa que sos, nena."(How beautiful you are, babe.) Paul said for the first time as he caressed her face, making her stand up. Then he pushed her against the wall, covering her entirely as he was taller than her. She was a beautiful girl, fun-sized, not taller than 1.65m, he thought, comparing her to his height of 1.8m. The other woman in the bed was around the same height as her.
He took hold of her left breast in his hand, feeling how smooth and soft it was, spilling from his fingers because of how big it was. With his other hand, he took hold of her waist, pushing her ass back into his cock, which lodged itself in between her legs, right beside her crack.
Her pussy juices were flowing non-stop onto Paul's cock, showing how excited and horny the woman was.
ES "Are you ready, baby girl?" Paul asked her with a hoarse voice, enjoying her body, moving his hips slowly as his cock teased her virgin, pink, little tight pussy that she must have, given how she talked about his dick being the first real one she had taken hold of in her hands.
ES "Yessss, daddy! Quickly get inside!" The woman said as she pushed her hips back into his pelvis.
ES "Alright, here we go, kitten," Paul said as he put his dick's head into her pussy entrance and pushed a little, getting his tip into her.
ES "Aaaaahhhhh, daddy!!! I can feel it getting inside my little pussy. This is something I've never done with my fingers or a dildo!!!" The woman exclaimed, her face flushed with an ahegao slutty expression in her face as he was putting his cock slowly inside her.
ES "Easy, babe. Relax your body so you can feel better." Paul soothed the girl, caressing her arched back with one hand and softly squeezing her big breast with the other, as he slowly pushed open a path inside her virgin pussy with his cock.
ES "Daddy! You are so big, I can feel it all." the woman moaned wantonly more in lust than in pain. "More, get more inside me, daddy."
ES "You are such an insatiable kitten, dear," Paul said with a wry smile, as he felt his cock head touch something blocking his path. This made him raise an eyebrow, as it must mean that her pussy still had her hymen intact.
And intact it was, as Paul pushed strongly, piercing her virgin seal. Little drops of blood started leaking from her pussy onto the floor. The woman cried out in pain and excitement as she felt her hymen break. Paul felt her body tremble in his hands and he started soothing her with gentle words and soft caresses.
ES "AAAAAAaaaaahhhh! Daddy! Daddy! It hurts but also feels so goooood!!!" the woman exclaimed loudly in pain and pleasure.
ES "Easy! Relax your body, baby," Paul kept soothing her, as he felt her pussy grip his cock after taking her virginity, almost trying to snap it in two. But more than anything, it just catered to his cock with soft massages that incited him to go deeper inside her.
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To be continued, see you in the next chapter (ﾟοﾟ人)😛