After leaving the island behind, 'The Abigail' sailed through the waves. A couple of hours had passed since the group calmed down from the horrors experienced on the island.
The moonlight shimmered on the calm ocean waters as the yacht bobbed gently in the stillness of the night. It was evening and the group was having dinner, enjoying the starlit sky.
They gathered around a large table in the center of the sun deck. The table was filled with dried meats like ham, canned food, and homemade pizza made by Paul using spray cheese. There were also plenty of beer cans, water bottles, and fizzy drinks like Coca-Cola - most of which had been brought from the harbor or were already on the yacht. Paul liked pizza, so he cooked that concoction with the spray cheese to see how it tasted, given the spoiled ones available to loot that had been left without refrigeration for nearly two weeks.
As they ate and enjoyed the night and each other's company, Paul spoke up: "It's been a while since I've wanted to say this to you guys: We need to find a unified way of calling the things we have been referring to so far - infected, corpses, biters, moving dead, things, freaks." Then he opened a beer can and poured it into a cup.
"Then, what should we call them?," Claire asked, looking at Paul as were the rest.
"But they are infected, right? So infected isn't so bad of a name," Chris inquired.
"Yeah, but so are we. Maybe you all don't know about that," Paul said to the group as he took a sip from the beer.
"What do you mean?," Strand inquired with a serious look, not knowing about this.
"Literally what I said. We are all infected," Paul continued as he picked a piece of ham from the table. "There was an alert on the internet from the World Health Organization and the CDC, before all this mess started. The virus called 'Wildfire' doing honor to his name propagated as a wildfire, but in this case uncontrollable, being classified as a pandemic worldwide."
Paul explained that the alert had been seen back in LA, which is why Travis left to pick up Liza and Chris so desperately, and as a consequence met Daniel and his family during the public disturbances the virus started generating.
"There was no clear notification about how it spread, but they were sure it affected the planet's entire population by the time they published it, regardless of demographic or geographic differences," Paul elaborated while taking a sip from the beer.
"Anyway, there was no cure existing for the virus in the notice, but there were directives to the population about only trying to revive a person within the next 60 seconds. After that, they were classified as biological hazards. That is, after 60 seconds, you can't bring a person back. Wait for them to become one of those walking dead," Paul clarified.
"So if we die in any way we think of, we become one of those things?," Daniel asked, also not knowing about this.
"That's right. Let's say someone is shot dead. If the shot that killed them wasn't in the head, at some point the corpse of the dead person will rise again as one of those things," Paul explained to them.
"It's true. There were directives in the base about not trying to revive patients after 60 seconds, and disposing of them," Liza said slowly about what had happened there. "If they don't come back in that time, they were disposed of using a captive bolt pistol."
"The time varies from person to person, but in that base, they knew that muscle impulse resumes after death. Any death comes back. We all come back. Traumatic brain injury is the only thing that stops it. It's the only way to stop them," Liza sighed as she spoke about it, being also surprised that Paul knew about this.
"Good, now you all know. Anyone comes back unless your brain is fucked by a traumatic injury. We are all infected; the virus is latent in us, that is, it's not causing trouble," Paul paused as he drank all his beer from the cup. "But if we get bitten by one of the things that came back, there is no way to be saved from that. There is no cure. Because the bite activates the latent virus, killing you and then bringing your body back as one of them."
"He is right, there is no cure for the bite," Liza says, depressed about it because Travis died not long ago. She embraced her son, who was also sad about that.
"Alright, that's it about the virus and what those things truly are, actually," Paul says after half the group got informed about them. "So, we need to call them something for better identification as to how we refer to them."
"It sounds good, I have heard you a couple of times referring to them as 'Walkers'. Why?" Madison asked as she touched her son's shoulder and sipped her beer.
"Because those dead things, after they come back, they walk. They walk and are dead, that is 'The Walking Dead'. For simplicity, I called them 'Walkers'." Paul invents an excuse to just use the show name for the zombies.
"Cool, so 'Walkers' then," Nick says as he tries the weird-looking pizza that his little brother made.
After that, they started chatting about other things while having dinner. "So, guys, what are you missing the most since the Walkers began appearing among the living?" Paul asked.
"I miss a lot of things, but for starters, right now, I really miss mozzarella cheese," Paul said after taking a bite of a pizza slice in his hand. "I love pizza, and it could be made with just tomato sauce and cheese on it, but this spray cheese, dear lord..."
"It's not so bad, you're just being picky, Paul," Alicia said while picking up a slice of ham. "As for me, I suppose I miss school. Life was so much easier then - no running because something or someone is chasing you, trying to eat you, or because other people want to kill you in the process of robbing you or whatever."
"You're right, I suppose I was more comfortable with politicians grabbing money out of my pocket than this too," Paul said while sipping beer.
"I thought I would never miss school, but I also miss it," Claire chimed in while drinking beer. "Not the part of waking up so early in the morning, but the easy life, just preoccupied with passing the next exam and nothing else, going out partying with you guys, the walks to the park, so many things."
Madison was eating rice salad with corn. "I miss my job already," she said. "The noise, the young people with so much of life in them, the day-to-day not being so depressing, every day with something to do, trying to help the kids with their problems. I liked my job."
"I miss my computer and texting the most," Amy said with a sigh.
"I do too," Paul said, nostalgically recalling the countless hours he spent raiding Icecrown Citadel in World of Warcraft, striving for the elusive mount 'Invincible' over and over, the apocalypses fucked the cataclysm expansion.
"I miss my busy everyday life," Liza said. "Taking care of Chris and going to the clinic for my clinical hours required to obtain my RN. Not everyone knows this, but legally speaking, I'm not a nurse yet."
"That's good, Liza," Claire said to her. "You don't have your RN yet, but you still have the knowledge of one, so you are a needed element in any group these days."
"Yeah, back in the neighborhood, that doctor easily took you under her wings because of the need for more people with medical knowledge with so many hurt people at every moment," Paul commented while finishing his pizza.
"Yeah," Liza answered a little awkwardly about what Paul had said because she had brought the group into trouble with what she had done.
The group continued chatting, reminiscing about what they missed the most before all this began. As the night deepened, some left to sleep or do their things after dinner. On the sun deck, only Paul, his family, and Andrea and Amy remained.
"Let's play Russian Roulette," Claire suggested as they were drinking and eating sweets a few hours after dinner before they left for bed.
"How?" Paul raised an eyebrow, interested.
"Easy," Claire explained while taking a deck of cards and a dice. "Place one red heart card, numbered from 1 to 6, on the table and set aside the rest."
"Okay," Paul nodded. "We will all drink vodka shots, to be more in tune with the name." Claire smiled widely as she grabbed a bottle of vodka. "We form a circle with the six of us and roll the dice. You have to drink from the cup that has the card number underneath that matches the number you rolled."
"There is one who will drink a double shot. The one who gets the double shot loses the game, and then the others continue doing a new round until there is no one left. One of us will end up very drunk," Claire smiled widely as she explained.
The game of Russian Roulette commenced with them already being pretty wasted, having been drinking since dinner. Shots of vodka were poured and passed around the circle of six players - Paul, Madison, Alicia, Claire, Andrea, and her younger sister Amy. Each took turns rolling the dice, eager to see their fate.
On the first round, Claire rolled a 4, meaning she had to gulp down the double shot glass marked with the red heart card. She grimaced but drank it down, already feeling the effects after only a few sips of the potent liquor.
Having lost in the first round, Nick took her place as the new sixth player.
In the next round, the dice clattered across the surface before coming to rest on a 3. Nick reached for the shot glass beneath the red card numbered 3, downing the potent liquid in one swift motion. His eyes watered as the alcohol burned down his throat, avoiding the double shot. In that round, Madison lost.
Round after round, they continued to imbibe, the vodka shots flowing freely. As the night wore on, the effects of the alcohol began to take hold. Giggles and slurred words filled the air. Inhibitions lowered, the atmosphere growing increasingly relaxed.
"Which is a walker favorite room in a house?" Paul asked them, already tipsy, as he drank his single shot of vodka in the round.
"The living room!." Alicia said loudly, already drunk.
"Haha, that's right, or a room with living people." Paul guffawed.
Madison looked at her children, already wasted, and began to gently massage between her eyebrows using two fingers, as they started talking about random things.
"It was a good one, little brother." Nick smiled as he avoided the double shot once again. Already pretty drunk, but he continued to take them. "What do you call a bite from a cold walker?"
"A cold bite." Paul smiled.
"Nuh. A frostbite!!!." Amy exclaimed as the wheels in her mind started turning.
"A frostbite, ha!. Oh dear. We are ready for bed right now." Paul laughed.
They continued round after round until there was a final round between Nick and Andrea.
"It's time to get down to business," Nick said.
Nick and Andrea sat across from each other, the remaining shot glasses laid out before them, along with the die. Nick's hands shook slightly as he picked up the die, the small cube spinning in his grip. He rolled, the die coming to rest on a 5. Nick let out a soft groan, reaching for the shot glass marked with the red 5 card. He downed the potent liquid, the alcohol burning his throat, but it was only a single shot.
Andrea's turn now. Her heart raced as she rolled the die, the cube tumbling across the table. The die landed on a 6. Andrea's eyes widened in horror and relief as she reached for the double shot glass beneath the red 6 card. She hesitated briefly, her hand trembling as she grasped the glass. With a deep breath, she brought the glass to her lips and drank, the alcohol burning a path down her throat, the potent liquid already having taken effect, the surroundings spinning around her.
Paul watched, feeling the effects of the vodka and the previous beers giving him a certain buzz even with his body constantly healing. He was sure the rest were already hammered drunk, the most drunk being Nick, who had lasted the longest.
In the end, Nick won the game. The rest of the people, already wasted, congratulated him as they could and called it a night.
Nick takes the praises smugly but also takes suddenly a bucket near them and vomits the alcohol, with the rest already seeing that something like that would happen, Andrea being one of the most to drink and also feeling unwell at one drink away from 'throwing up' because of the effects, but she wasn't to the point of Nick.
After vomiting and drinking some water, he tries to leave wobbly to his room, Paul reaches out, steadying Nick, helping him to his room, while the girls take a breath for a moment under the sea breeze while they recover before leaving.
Paul half-carried, half-dragged Nick to his bed already asleep the moment he lowered him onto the mattress, Nick's head lolling to the side, his eyes closed, his breathing heavy.
Then he sat on the edge of the bed, taking a breath, and yawning as he waited for a moment to see he had no problem. He sat there, watching Nick's chest rise and fall with each breath, more relaxed.
When he was sure there was no problem, Paul left the room. In the hallway, he found himself caught between the drunken Andrea and Amy, who had blocked his path as he was returning to the sun deck for his mother and sisters. The pair of sisters exchanged a mischievous look.
"Hey Paul," Amy slurred, pressing herself against him. "Why don't you help us to our room too?"
Andrea giggled uncontrollably as she reached up to pull Paul into a sloppy kiss. Her lips tasted of vodka and sweetness. Paul returned the kiss, enjoying the soft press of their bodies against his. Then he started kissing Amy's lips as he touched her smooth ass while she rocked her pussy against his body. "Come girls, you are pretty hammered. I will tuck you both into bed." With strong willpower, Paul separated from the girls so they could rest as he needed to return to his mother and sisters.
Andrea and Amy stumbled down the hallway towards their room, each leaning heavily against Paul as he enjoyed the moment, his hand inside their clothes as he grabbed their ass, feeling their bare skin against his hand. They changed forms at his touch, their slurred giggles filling the air as they got more excited and enjoyed how he handled them. Andrea and Amy wanted him for a while now, Amy being quite smitten with him from the start.
"Ohh Paul," Amy purred drunkenly. "We need your help...we're sooo sleepy." Her hands fumbled at the front of his shirt as they staggered along.
"Mmm hmmm, bed sounds amazing right now," Andrea agreed with a giggle, nuzzling into Paul's neck. Her lips brushed against his skin as they moved, leaving tingling trails in their wake.
Reaching the bedroom door, Amy turned to Paul with a coy grin. She grabbed his collar, yanking him close and kissing him deeply. Her tongue pushed into his mouth, tangling lewdly with his.
Andrea spun them around to kiss him too. She pressed her curves against Paul, moaning into his lips as her hands groped at his ass and squeezed. The sisters took turns claiming his mouth passionately.
After a long, heated make-out session, Amy pulled back and opened the door. "C'mon Paul...let's continue this in the bedroom..." She grinned wickedly, feeling excited and wet.
Inside the dim room, Amy and Andrea pushed Paul down onto the bed, straddling his hips. They captured his lips in another sloppy, passionate kiss, grinding their hips down against his crotch. Paul groaned, already getting hard under them.
Breaking the kiss with a gasp, Andrea reached between them, groping Paul through his pants. She rubbed his cock, cooing. "Ooh, what do we have here? Feels like our friend is eager too!"
Paul smiled. "How couldn't I be already hard with two pretty ladies? You both are so beautiful." Paul slipped a hand inside Amy's clothes, touching her pussy. It was so wet. "Amy, you are so wet, baby girl."
Amy pulled away from their kiss with a giggle. "Mmm you bet I am! You've been teasing my sister and me with how hot you are all night. I've wanted you inside me...both of us have!"
Paul kissed her again heatedly. In a sudden movement, he flipped their positions, pinning Amy beneath him as Andrea eagerly watched from the side, needy for more of his touch too. "Fuck me Paul...I want your big hard cock so bad..." Amy panted wantonly. Her hands fumbled to tug his shirt up as she arched up into him needfully. "I've wanted you for quite some time now, Paul."
Paul quickly helped Amy remove her clothes, first her shirt followed by her bra, exposing her nice pair of big tits to the cool night air. She gasped. He licked and sucked at her stiffened nipples as she writhed under him. His hard bulge throbbed between her thighs.
Then he descended while leaving a trail of kisses from her breast to far below her belly as he removed her jeans and her shoes along with them, leaving her naked, a feast to his eyes. He took in the sight of Amy's beautiful little pink pussy. It looked so pink and he loved it.
"Don't forget about me!" Andrea called out playfully from her position watching by the side. She removed her shirt and bra, unbuttoning her jeans, pushing them down along with her soaked panties to expose herself.
"Of course not, beautiful," Paul said as he took also the sight of Andrea's curvaceous body. She was curvier than Amy, with a pair of big tits fuller than Amy and a pussy that was a beautiful pink, though not as much as her sister. "You both are so gorgeous," Paul said as he kissed Andrea while groping her big tits before descending into her pussy, smelling her scent and giving her a strong suck and lick around it. "But you need to wait, love. Your sister comes first."
Andrea's fingers slid over her puffy lower lips and teasingly circled her clit as she stroked herself to alleviate her frustration. After Paul left from between her thighs after giving her a last lick all over her pussy, he left her needing more after teasing her.
Andrea moaned, touching herself harder and looking up at Paul with lustful eyes as he sloppily kissed and nibbled on her sister again as he rested between her thighs. Their heated moans filled the air, along with the squelch of Amy's pussy juices flowing over Paul's straining cock as it pushed between her thighs with each roll of his hips.
Unable to resist any longer, Amy guided the head of his cock to her sopping entrance, rubbing it over her slit and teasing both of them with the sensation. Then with a sudden moan, she pulled him deep inside, impaling herself on his thick shaft. They both cried out in ecstasy as he filled and stretched her virgin hole.
"Ohhh fuckkk Paul! You feel amazing..." Amy gasped as she adjusted to his girth stretching her open for the first time, blood flowed down Paul's cock well out of her little entrance.
Paul groaned and waited for a moment while being inside her tight little pussy, which contracted madly around him, giving her time to adapt and her pain to subside.
"Yesss give it to her hard baby..." Andrea cooed from the bed, fingering her soaked cunt. "Want to watch you fuck both of us tonight."
Amy rolled her hips up as the pain subsided, grinding herself onto his cock as she kissed him heatedly, panting between kisses. "Yes please! I need it so bad! Fuck my brains out with that huge cock!"
Paul pulled nearly all the way out, only leaving the tip nestled inside, then slammed back in to the hilt with a guttural groan. He began to piston into her hard and deep. Amy squealed and threw her head back, gripping the sheets tightly as her little virgin pussy was ravaged by his thick length. Wet, obscene smacking noises echoed with each forceful thrust as her walls clung and squeezed around him.
"Oh fuck Amy, your tight little cunt is amazing! You love that dick don't you?!" Paul growled, grabbing her ass and slamming into her even harder.
"Yessss, yes I dooo!" She wailed in ecstasy. "Ah, you're so fucking big! Stretching me out so good!!"
Her pussy was incredibly tight, her slick velvet walls gripping Paul's shaft like a vise, trying to pull him even deeper. Amy's tits bounced with every thrust and she panted and moaned, completely lost to the intense pleasure. Drool trickled down her chin.
"Fill me up Paul!" Amy gasped. "Pump me full of your hot seed!" She clung to him, grinding back desperately. Her cries grew more needful, her legs starting to shake and tremble, signaling her approaching orgasm.
Paul not even pausing was excited at the prospect of cumming inside her, especially since she asked for it. "Fuck yes I will...I'm gonna give you alllll my cum..." Paul growled, gripping Amy's ass as he slammed into her, driving her upwards from beneath as he hit depths he didn't know could be reached. Her pussy felt impossibly tight now as it squeezed down on his shaft rhythmically, milking his cock.
Amy threw her head back and screamed in utter ecstasy as her climax hit hard. Her juices gushed around him, dripping down and coating his cock and balls as he pumped her full of cum, filling her fertile depths with thick ropes of jizz. She convulsed and shook beneath him as wave after wave of rapture crashed over her, clenching and unclenching on his still-erupting shaft, wringing every drop out.
"Oh fuck, yesss..." Paul groaned deeply as he came inside her tight cunt with a rush. His hips jerked up, burying him as deep as physically possible. "Take my load, love...ungh fuck, fill you up good..."
As his climax ebbed, he removed his still half-hard cock from Amy's little pussy with a plop as he rolled off her gently. She went limp in a post-orgasmic haze, a content smile on her flushed face. His cum and her juices, along with her virgin blood, started to dribble out of her thoroughly ravished and puffy hole, staining the sheets below in a beautiful red plum.
Andrea quickly moved to replace her, sitting over him as Paul's softening, half-erect cock nestled back between her slick folds. "Now it's my turn, baby..." she purred, slowly lowering herself onto his shaft with a deep moan as she engulfed his thickness in her hot tightness once more, impaling her hungry pussy on him. Not even bothering to clean him first.
"Oh fuck, your pussy is incredible too...so fucking good!" Paul groaned at the new, slick feel of her velvety walls as Andrea started riding him. His cock got to full mast with renewed vigor when he got inside her hot cave.
She threw her head back in pleasure as he filled and stretched her out, being rock hard in a moment despite the load just pumped into Amy. Leaning back on his hips, she grabbed Paul's hands, guiding them to her big tits and bouncing on him while he fondled the soft mounds. They traded kisses and heated moans as Andrea's hips rocked back and forth, her cunt making wet slurping sounds around his pistoning cock, juices dripping onto the sheets below.
Andrea gasped and panted wantonly above him as she gyrated her hips, the lewd clap of their coupling and her breathy moans of rapture the only sounds echoing through the dimly lit room. Drool slid down her chin and tears of bliss filled her eyes, utterly overwhelmed by the immense pleasure of his hard shaft filling her completely.
"Yessss, just like that! Ah! Fuck me, Paul!" Her movements became more frenzied and desperate, slamming her ass down to meet his upwards thrusts with lewd thwacking sounds as she sought to bring them both to climax.
Paul matched her urgency, gripping her hips tightly and pounding upwards forcefully as their bodies rocked together. Andrea cried out and dug her nails into his chest as he fucked up into her hard and fast from beneath, each thrust driving into her depths, stretching her tight little fuck-hole out and hitting her most sensitive spots.
"Ooohh shit Paul...unhh I'm close! You fuck me so deep!" Andrea threw her head back as he hit angles she never thought possible, sending electric pleasure through her trembling frame.
"That's it Andrea...you're taking my cock so well!" Paul panted, feeling his cock swell inside her as another huge load was about to erupt. "I'm getting ready to pump you full...you want my cum don't you?!"
"YES! Oh god yesss please!!! Cum in my pussy!! Fuck give me that fucking load!!" She was practically screaming in ecstasy now, her orgasm starting to peak and consume her as her legs began to give out and tremble from the intensity.
"Ah shit here it comes...I'm fucking you with my whole cock..." Paul roared and slammed up one final time, slamming balls-deep and grinding hard as his thick shaft twitched and throbbed deep inside her. Andrea cried out and arched off him as the feeling of him exploding so powerfully sent her fast into her own mind-bending climax, her pussy clenching and milking him for every drop of cum.
As if from far away, Andrea could hear herself screaming her rapture into the night, juices pouring out from around where they were locked together so tightly, mixing with his jizz as it filled her completely. She collapsed down against his heaving chest as both orgasms finally started to fade. Their sweaty skin was slick as he still pumped shallowly, riding out the waves of bliss.
Pulling out after the last aftershock had faded away, Paul and Andrea looked at the cum leaking steadily out of her fucked-out pussy and grinned, utterly satisfied for the moment. Amy lay beside them, eyes closed already asleep with a blissful smile and cum leaking from her thoroughly stretched, ravaged cunt. She passed out almost immediately, basking in the afterglow of the incredible fuck. Shortly after, it was time for Andrea to follow her sister, fast asleep with a relaxed face and a smile on her lips.
With both sisters unconscious, Paul propped himself up to leave, marveling at what he'd just done. The little teases were out cold from how hard he pounded both their little holes with his massive dick. He could still feel on his cock how good was Amy's pussy after popping her cherry.
Eventually, Paul left their bedroom after putting on his clothes and covering the pair of sisters with a blanket. Looking at the time in the saloon as he made his way to the sun deck, half an hour had passed quickly. He needed to get himself a wristwatch; surely they would come in handy nowadays.
Paul found his way back to the sun deck where Madison, Alicia, and Claire were waiting, looking more refreshed after resting for a while. He slid into a seat beside them.
"You smell like liquor, women's perfume, and also sweat," Madison commented with an amused smirk. "The pair of vixens blocked your way out?."
Paul grinned sheepishly. "You could say that. But hey, I'm here now."
Paul then took his mother's body into his lap as his sisters were also comfy against his body from the sides. He extended one hand inside her clothes between her legs and started caressing her pussy which was already wet as his sisters started kissing him as they looked for attention too.
Madison was getting pretty excited and emotional, inhibited because of the drinks. "Thank you, love. Because you accepted back then on the island to take the children."
"Anything for you Mom, it was a pity what happened with the kids. In the end, there was nothing we could do," Paul says as he kisses Madison and kept playing with her clit, making her relax at his touch.
It wasn't long before his mother had an orgasm, releasing on his hand. Paul put two fingers inside her pussy feeling how it contracted around them before removing his hand and licking those fingers, wet and with the flavor of his mother's pussy. The sight of Paul licking his fingers made Madison blush at her son's actions.
His sisters Alicia and Claire wanted also to be touched by him while already being pretty much asleep and tired. Seeing that the place they were was not ideal to play with the three of them, he took his mother in his arms as his sisters followed him back into their bedroom.
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A few hours later.
"What the hell?" Madison panted, exhausted after fucking like rabbits for so long. Her son was still rock hard inside her, pumping his cum. He didn't stop after he had roughly fucked both his sisters, leaving them spent and asleep already.
"The yacht stopped, something is wrong with the engine or the propeller," Paul commented as he kept fucking his mother's tight pussy. His hand was running amok in her pretty big ass, changing her form.
"Ahnn...baby.." Madison moaned loudly into his ear as she collapsed into a new orgasm, already losing count of how many she had.
Paul kept pumping his dick until his veins throbbed wildly as he filled again her pussy to the brink, not leaving a gap. "Aah. What a good pussy, Mom." Paul said as he kissed her lips and grabbed as much he could of her ass into his hands.
After resting and thoroughly enjoying her pussy for a while, Paul removed his cock from inside her with a plop sound, releasing his cum and her juices that were retained in her.
"Rest for a while with the girls, I will go to see what the problem is," Paul said as he kissed her lips again and slapped her ass, making her moan.
"Alright, my love," Madison said as she moaned in his chest. "I will go in a moment when my legs stop trembling."
"Good mother," Paul said as he enjoyed her ass for a last time. Then he flipped them over and let her rest between his sisters.