Two hours later after fucking his new pair of lovers, Paul got up from the bed with them both. after the girls rested for a while after he ravaged their tight virgin pussies. It was already midday and he was wondering if Andrés and the group of people he let to wait must be feeling anxious by now, after all, it passed quite a while since he got inside the base to check it out and clean it with them waiting for him to appear again outside cleaning the walkers.
"Do you both know how to use guns?" Paul asked as he rested his hands on the big ass of both sisters, squeezing them over the uniform they were dressed.
Evelyn and Aline were wearing military brown camo uniforms that instead of hiding them showed more of their curvy bodies as they stuck to their body and combat boots making them appear as if they truly were servicewomen, along with their pistols which were a pair of nice Colt 1911 .45 ACP in holsters attached over their belt along with a sheath with a bayonet M9.
"Mhmm.. Paul, you are insatiable." Evelyn moaned at his touch.
"Paul... Yes, w-we know how to use guns." Aline tried to compose herself as her lover touched her. "Our dad was a devout man to the military lifestyle, he taught us how to handle guns."
"That's good because you can protect yourself with a gun in case I'm not near." Paul smiled as he squeezed harder their ass. "You have only those two pistols in here?"
"Yes, it's the only thing we brought inside here before it started, our dad gifted them to us years ago," Evelyn said as she rested against Paul's body panting while he played with them.
Giving them a playful spank in their ass after squeezing he said. "Okay. Then, let's go we will get more firepower for both of you to use in the little armory here in the female personnel lodging."
As they opened the door of the room the girls saw over a hundred bodies dead on the floor decapitated with different types of injuries on them, the majority with missing chunks of flesh in some parts of their bodies, already knowing that the missing pieces is how they died when they were living and decapitated because their new man killed them in dead.
Seeing the work of their new lover, amazed them instead of giving them fear, it made them feel secure being near him, feeling that their lover would protect them from these things.
"Amazing... We don't dare to even try to open the door to reduce their number in case we get overwhelmed by their numbers, but you killed them while being inside locked with them." Aline said with stars in her eyes as if seeing her idol to Paul.
"Now you know, your man is strong." Paul smugly smiled.
"Paul... You are mesmerizing. You said that we are beautiful in your eyes, but you are the same for us." Evelyn with a fangirl voice said as she cupped his face and gave him a wet tongue kiss.
"Sis is right, I adore and love you in more ways than you must be thinking." Aline too cupped his face to kiss him from his side as her sister left his lips.
"That's good to know, I like that the feeling is mutual for the three of us, it makes it better." Paul had a content smile after kissing the sisters and hearing their heartfelt thoughts.
"The gun you have in your back was the one our Dad had with him, right?" Evelyn said as she looked at the G3A3 modded on his back.
"Yeah, do you girls want to have it?" Paul softly said to them.
"No, I think Dad would like that you have, after all, you are the man of his little girls and he would have wanted you to use it to protect us," Aline said as she embraced his arm and peeked at the battle rifle.
"She's right, you have it, we will have another gun from here besides our pistol." Evelyn nodded to what her little sister said. "Aline, take one of the tactical vests from the bodies."
Paul smiled as he looked at the two sisters be smart enough to grab a vest from the bodies to use for the extra magazine pockets and also they picked their helmets and guns, which were MP5.
He let them equip themselves and moved inside the little armory and saw that in the racks were more stock of five MP5s and three sniper rifles that were labeled as M110 along with magazines and another pile of ammo, it seems the female personnel were equipped with submachine guns and snipers rifles.
"Alright, you stay in this place, I will leave to clean the base perimeter, in the meantime you can make yourselves busy collecting whatever you want to take for yourselves from this place, later the group outside the base that came with me, will pick it clean all worth things for grabbing from this place, so you do not need to bother too much in the bodies, they will do it," Paul instructed the sisters.
"Okay, Paul," Aline said as she was strapping the tactical vest over her body.
"Take care, daddy. Come back quickly." Evelyn said as she kissed his lips before leaving and started strapping her tactical vest.
"See you soon." Paul smiled as he exited the female personnel lodging and killed a few walkers around it.
Soon Paul without thinking started walking around the compound killing every walker in front of him as if he were cutting wheat, but in this case, he was cutting heads from their bodies with the machete in his hand, he dont need to think too much, there were hundreds of them and he just needs to keep swinging the machete in his hand without stopping.
The air reeked of rot with so many putrid corpses being around something he still dont get accustomed to and the groans and snarls of walkers filling the space. They shuffled toward him as if bees attracted to a flower, their decayed bodies moving in broken, jerky steps as they moved to their doom.
He didn't hesitate, the walkers came at him, arms reaching, teeth snapping. Paul swung the machete with a swift arc, the blade cleaving through their necks. Their head hit the ground with sickening thuds, the body collapsing a second later. He stepped over them without slowing, his feet crunching on loose gravel from the parade ground.
Two more walkers stumbled forward, blocking his path. Paul's movements were quick and deliberate. His machete carved through the first walker's skull, splitting it like a melon. He spun around, driving the blade into the temple of the second. It crumpled before it could grab him.
Another group closed in from his left. He shifted direction, slashing horizontally. Three heads came off in one swing, their bodies crumpling in unison. The fourth walker lunged at him from behind, but Paul didn't even turn; his arm shot out, burying the blade into its skull. He yanked it free and kept moving.
The compound was overrun, but Paul was unstoppable. Each step he took was one or a few walkers less with each swing of the machete. He moved through the crowd like a terminator, cutting down anything in his way. Walkers reached for him, clawing and snapping, but none got close enough to touch him.
A group of ten shuffled toward him, as he walked across the small court of the base. Paul narrowed his eyes and charged. His machete swung in powerful arcs, decapitating two walkers in a single strike. He planted his boot on the chest of another cleaning his body in two. He ducked under the grasp of another walker, his blade flashing upward to slice through its jaw and into its brain.
The sound of metal meeting bone filled the air, a brutal rhythm that matched his relentless pace. Blood sprayed in thick arcs, splattering across his arms and chest. The walkers were relentless, but Paul was faster, stronger. Every swing was deadly followed by a walker's body dropping in the ground.
One walker lunged from the side, jaws snapping inches from his face. Paul caught it by the throat, slamming it into the ground. He brought the machete down, ending it instantly. He didn't stop to catch his breath. Another group was already closing in.
He spun, the blade slicing clean through a walker's skull. Without breaking stride, he drove the machete into the neck of another, twisting it free as the head toppled off. He shoved another walker back with his shoulder, its decayed body crumpling under the force, before finishing it with a downward strike.
Paul moved along the perimeter, methodically clearing the area. A cluster of walkers gathered near the wall at the other side of the front metal gate, their dead eyes locked on him. He picked up speed, charging straight into them. His machete carved through their ranks, severing limbs and heads in a frenzy of motion. The bodies piled up around him, but he didn't stop.
A particularly large walker of a big guy, its bloated body swaying as it lumbered toward him, caught his attention. Paul swung the machete with all his strength, the blade biting deep into its skull breaking apart as it touched his pelvis. The body was almost cleaved in two sections as the massive body collapsed like a sack of meat.
Dropping the broken machete he picked up his bayonet to keep stabbing the head of the walkers, as more walkers swarmed him, but Paul didn't falter. He moved through them like a storm, his bayonet an extension of his arm. Heads were punctured, bodies fell, and the ground turned slick with blood. His boots squelched with every step, but he didn't care. There was only one goal: clear the compound.
The walkers came faster now, drawn by the noise and scent of blood. Paul welcomed the challenge. He spun, slashing and stabbing, his movements relentless. One walker grabbed his arm, its fingers digging into his skin. He drove the bayonet into its face, shattering bone and brain matter. Another came from behind, but he spun, the blade entering through its skull before it could make contact.
The perimeter was halfway cleared, but the walkers showed no signs of thinning out. Paul didn't let up. He moved to one of the Cheyenne pickups with machine guns and grabbed hold of it as he readied and started shooting all the bullets fed from the ammo belts it had on it.
Soon enough he shot a rain of bullets over all the walkers still moving in the place cleaving them to pieces. After making sure there were no more walkers coming from any place around the base perimeter or the buildings after making so much noise in the place with the loud gunfire of the machine gun he descended from the back of the pickup along with an ammo box that he dropped it in the truck beside it and entered into the pilot seat and turned the key they had already been inserted in there. The truck rumbled to life as Paul twisted the ignition key. The roar of the Cheyenne's engine was nothing compared to the combined noises from the walkers outside the National Guard base's front gate. Hundreds of walkers pressed against the metal barrier and the concrete wall.
Paul shifted the truck into gear, rolling it beside the front gate. He swung out of the driver's seat, climbing into the back of the pickup, he locked his hands around the cold grip of the mounted machine gun. His fingers brushed the trigger as he observed the scene, taking in the sheer density of rotting bodies clawing at the gate.
Paul didn't waste time. The belt-fed ammo clicked into place, and with a push of his fingers in the triggers, the machine gun roared to life.
The first burst tore through the walkers at the front of the pack. Their heads exploded in messy sprays of bone and gore, dropping them instantly. Paul swung the gun in a tight arc, the barrel chewing through the horde as the bullets tore them apart. Walkers staggered, their bodies jerking violently as the large caliber rounds punched through torsos and limbs alike.
The noise was deafening, drowning out everything but the relentless rattle of the gun. Brass casings cascaded to the truck bed, piling up at his feet as Paul worked the weapon without pause. He kept his bursts controlled, aiming for the head of the walkers in the densest clusters. The walkers' sheer numbers meant that even as the front line collapsed, new ones surged forward, trampling over the fallen.
The barrel of the machine gun began to faintly heat, but Paul didn't care he wouldn't be shooting more than two or three hundred rounds. He adjusted his aim higher, tearing through a second wave of walkers, severing heads and ripping through torsos. Pieces of flesh and tattered clothing flew into the air. The pressure on the gate disappeared as the bodies piled up.
The ammo belt clicked as it fed another new set of rounds into the machine gun. The remaining walkers kept trying to move to the front gate as Paul was in there and the noise also originated there, mindless and unyielding. Paul narrowed his eyes and adjusted his aim again.
This time, he fired short bursts at the remaining walkers, instead of going full auto like before. The heads of the walkers exploded like overripe melons, spraying around the air their sickening gore. Others stumbled as their legs were shredded out from under them, their torsos collapsing to the ground, still writhing. Paul ignored the wrigglers for now, focusing on the ones still standing and pressing forward.
The pile of corpses was growing, creating a choke point at the gate. The walkers stumbled over their fallen, making them easy targets as Paul swept the gun back and forth. The stench was overwhelming as rotten meat and gunpowder lingered in the air, but Paul tried to not bother about the combination, while he liked the gunpowder smell the rotten meat not so much. His current thoughts were reduced to the gun in his hands and the targets in his sights.
Another ammo belt was out. Paul let the gun cool as he let it be. He observed the group in the distance moving in this direction, there were not many walkers remaining outside the gate, only less than twenty and those still alive in the pile of bodies that didn't represent a danger anymore but still tried to move.
Paul stepped down from the truck, his boots crunching on spent casings. He grabbed his bayonet and jumped over the gate killing a walker in the pile as he crushed his head as he descended on it.
His eyes scanned the pile, searching for any sign of movement as he moved along the road, killing those he could get sight of as he walked along the road to welcome the group's arrival.
Not long after they came to a stop in front of him, descending from the cars.
"We started to think that something happened to you already because we hadn't seen you for a couple of hours since you entered a side building when we saw you exit through the main to outside," Andrés said as he came beside him with a smile on his face.
"Yeah, things happened." Paul smiled as he cleaned a little of the walker's blood from his face. "There were survivors in there, that used my time. Female survivors if u know what I mean."
"Dude, what about your girls back home?" Andrés asked him with doubt.
"Oh, there will be no problem. They know I can satisfy them all the time." Paul shrugged smugly.
"Alright, it's your call and your matters I will not say anything more." Andrés shrugged seeing that he didn't have any worries about the matter. "Do you got to see good stuff in here, to bring back? These bodies around here and those that were roaming inside had guns and ammo in them even if there was nothing left inside that we could scavenge."
"Yes, there is a good amount of big guns and ammo piled inside for us to loot, in the male and female dorms there are armories with stuff still in there," Paul said to him. "There is also the matter of the bodies that also need to be picked up clean of anything worth, we need to take also these trucks with mounted machine guns in them as they would be useful for scavenge parties back in the hotel."
"There is food in their kitchen storage to move and there is some stock of meds in their little first aid room. So there is quite an amount of work to do, we will be here all afternoon looting this place." Paul continued.
Then he looked at their new group of people joining their community who wanted to do their part and contribute.
"Paul, how did it go?" Miguel asked Paul after he stopped talking with Andrés, they were speaking in English so they didn't know too many things about what he said to him as they only knew so much of it, but maybe there was someone in them who was more acquainted with the language.
ES "Miguel! Yes, there is a lot of good stuff." Paul smiled seeing him and the rest that were looking forward to starting looting the base as they also knew that there must be a lot of guns in there.
Paul started speaking with them in Spanish about what they would do in the following hours, first with cleaning the walkers beside them outside the base and then those inside the perimeter before entering the buildings. He advised them to equip themselves with weapons from the dead bodies that he killed first so they could kill and defend themselves from the walkers who were still alive in the pile of bodies all over the compound. Then, to start looting them of anything useful as they pushed them out of the road so they could get inside with the cars and later leave with them loaded with all the things from this place along with the trucks with their mounted machine guns.
And to watch out for each other as they moved in the place, as he wasn't sure there wouldn't be some walker lingering still in there.
They needed to pile all the things they got to find in the parade ground that was beside the entrance and the buildings so they could then stash everything from there into the cars and trucks. Then to check all over the perimeter outside the buildings before entering to loot them all of anything worth inside.
"We will do it."
"Yes, we will do it. You already did most of the hard and dangerous part, now this is just muscle work with little to no danger."
"Leave it to us."
"Let's get hands on the job."
Paul smiled as he saw the 20 people who had a few women in the group start working.
"Alright, I will leave you here to help them Andrés until you all clean this place before you move inside the base, I will open the door so you can get in and then I will move into the building where you saw me enter before so I grab my new girls to do another thing." Paul patted Andrés shoulder as he commented to him what he would do now, differently from the menial work of the rest.
"Okay," Andrés answered him with a wry smile as he too started working with the rest.
As Paul walked he heard the group of people telling Andres to not bother himself in looting the bodies, as he was the medic they had along with Liza back at the hotel. When he got beside the metal gate he togged the door and destroyed his lock as he moved it to one side, bending the bars in the process as if they were made of clay instead of metal.
After that, he moved again into the female personnel lodging to look for Evelyn and Aline, intending to take them to bury their father in the base grounds, a place where he served and died protecting it and the people.