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the
distance, but she didn’t see any movement. The sun was especially bright today,
but it was still cold as hell. She lifted her arm and blocked the light as she
stared at one of the cars. The glare off the windshield proved to block out
anything that was inside. But if an infected were laying low in a hibernated
state in there, it would have seen her and come staggering out.
    The
frigid wind picked up, and the scent of winter in the air slammed into Rebecca.
She pulled the coat around her tighter, adjusted her bag and tote on her
shoulders, and headed forward. The front window was broken in one spot, and the
dirty and foggy looking glass spoke of age and death. Rebecca gritted her teeth
at the cold weather that was coming on way too fast, and moved inside after she
once again make sure it was safe. After she was done here she’d head back to
the warehouse and bunker down for a very cold night.
    ****
    Collin
sat back and stared at the woman moving to each store in town. He was currently
sitting in one of the beaten down cars that was close to the grocery store she
just entered. He could see her moving around in there, and although he was
tempted to go to her, Collin didn’t want to scare her. He had seen how shifty
she had been just scanning the area, and although that was smart, if he made
himself known she’d probably kill him on principle alone because of his gender.
    Collin
stared through the broken window of the store and saw her picking up some cans,
and then shoving them in her bag. Staying put was pretty fucking hard. Never in
his life had he had to wait for anything he wanted, but for this woman, one
that was surprisingly alone and alive, he made sure to take his time. She had
long dark hair, and it looked like it might reach down to her ass, but she had
it in a ratty looking ponytail. He couldn’t see the color of her eyes, or her
shape due to the layers upon layers of clothes she had on, but he had noticed
the wicked looking blade she held. It was like something out of the show Oz , except this one was at least ten
inches in length, and looked like it would fuck an asshole up.
    Like
an asshole with only one thing on his mind, he grew hard at the images that
played through his mind. They were ones that didn’t have the bulky clothes
covering her body from him, or the dirt and grime that covered them both. They
were pictures in his head of them hot and sweaty, alone in this world, but
fucking so hard and fast that it was like their last day on earth.
    “Damn,”
he gritted out, adjusted his dick, and knew that he wasn’t going to let her go,
not when the obsessive side of him had risen up at the first sight of her.
    She
would be his.

Chapter Four
     
    Rebecca
walked fully inside and stared at the shelves. Most of the things were
scattered along the floor. The lighting hung by a cord from the center of the
ceiling, and the florescent bulbs were in shattered remains on the ground. Some
of the shelves were turned over, empty boxes of food littered the ground, but
there were some bent cans with missing labels amidst the rubble. Moving over to
the cans she picked them up, tried to tell what might be inside due to the
labels gone, and said fuck it. If it was edible it
didn’t matter what it was. She moved over to a rack that had once held packages
of those little snack-sized bags of chips, and grabbed a few that were on the
ground. They were nothing but crushed up crumbs now, but she was fine with
that, too. A bottle of water was what she spotted next, along with some hard
candy, cough drops, and even a few partially open Slim Jim sticks. She shoved
all she could find in her pack, because these days, there wasn’t anything
edible that she didn’t like. She didn’t have a choice, not if she wanted to
survive. She snagged up one melted and partially opened chocolate bar and even
a travel-sized bottle of cheap vodka and placed them in her bag. Beggars
couldn’t be choosers.
    She
saw a comb and mirror across the