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He's really super strong! Norman tears off the arm of one of the brothers and I can hear the bones snapping and crackling. I see the flesh coming off as he rips off the arm. He takes several bites off the bloody arm and then discards the arm. He goes for a leg, snaps the leg apart and the leg makes a grinding sound. I vomit on the stairs since the sound of the leg being torn off is revolting. Norman starts to chew up the back of one of the bodies. He starts to separate the ribs and chews off the flesh from the ribs. I know exactly what Norman wants for food. Fresh human flesh is what he desires, so that will be on the menu from now on.

I wonder how I will get more fresh flesh for Norman. More people will have to die in order to feed Norman. I watch Norman as he continues to feast. Norman destroyed the bodies, and they are definitely beyond repair. I wonder if Norman ever shits anything out. I never witnessed that before, so I guess everything he eats just disintegrates in his stomach. I wouldn’t know anything about it since I’m not a scientist, and I wonder if Norman ever has to take a piss. He fascinates me. I can’t wait to watch him feast again. It’s disgusting, but it seems to entertain me.

I never wanted to start killing people, but I’m just doing what’s best for us. I will do what’s best for Norman. A girl has to do what a girl has to do in order to survive. I never cared for anyone the way I care about Norman. I can’t stop now. What’s done is done. The world is different, and I’m lost forever. This change is for the better. I need Norman, and I don’t want to go on without him because my life just wouldn’t be the same. Norman needs me to feed him. He can barely feed himself anything fresh.

Discovering Norman is the best thing that ever happened to me. The world is in the shitter, and I can deal with that. I don’t want to imagine being without him after everything that has happened to me. Everything makes sense now, so I know what I have to do, and I know who I am. I’m still alive for a reason, and everything is meant to be. I can sincerely say that I’m in love with Norman. I hope this lasts forever.

Norman looks ready to go, and he starts to make his way up the stairs. I take him by his large dead hand and escort him to the living room. He looks like a happy camper. He gives me that creepy smile and growls at me. I manage to sit Norman on the couch with me, and he starts to groan. I should try to find a can of body spray because Norman smells like garbage. Norman looks at me funny. His eyes are fixed on me. He looks like he wants to hurt me, but I know he could never hurt me.

He starts to put his hand on me, and I’m so aroused by him. The chemistry is bizarre. Norman is really gross, but he sure knows how to satisfy a girl. I love having Norman in my life. I should talk to Norman because he might just start talking since anything is possible.

“I see you enjoyed your meal. Did that satisfy your hunger, Norman? I watched you eating all that fresh bloody flesh, and you seemed to love eating them up. I promise that I will find more for you. You can say something; you can say anything. Don’t be shy, Norman. I want to hear you speak to me.”

Norman moves his hand in—between my legs. I’m very wet as Norman speaks to me with his hands. I get up and start to sit on him. 
He is rock hard. All that bloody flesh must have boosted his energy levels. I want to try something different since I’m up for anything. Norman must be up for anything, so I put Norman’s hard thingy inside me where the sun doesn’t shine. It goes in slowly, and Norman thrusts his thingy inside me much faster. Norman loves it so much that he growls. Getting some from Norman is like a workout for me, and I wonder how many calories I’m burning. I continue to move up and down on Norman’s hardness. I’m drenched in sweat. Norman makes me feel so good. I catch my breath. I wish that I knew where Norman came from, and I wonder what his past life was like. I can fool around with Norman for hours because we have nothing better to do with ourselves.

The night finally arrives, and I’m totally exhausted from all the action. I think I lost weight from all of the physical activities with Norman. I sit on the couch as Norman stands guard above me. I start to finger myself as Norman watches. I can’t seem to get enough pleasure. Norman enjoys watching me. I spend a while pleasuring myself as Norman watches. His mouth is open, and he drools as I finish pleasuring myself. I need to get some sleep. I prepare to have a good sleep. Norman stands above me, and he watches my every move. I hope to have a beautiful dream. I try to get as comfortable as I can. My eyes get heavy, and I can barely keep them open any longer.

Episode 10

Something alarming wakes me up this morning. I roll off the couch and fall on the floor. It even feels like an earthquake! I quickly make my way to the window as Norman growls and paces around the room. A tank makes its way through the neighborhood, and there are about a dozen military personnel following the moving tank. I trust they are not looking for trouble. The group comes to a halt, and it looks like they are taking a break. They enter the house across from mine.

Some of the troops stand guard, and I hope they leave soon. They are not welcome here because they don’t look friendly. I quickly take Norman to the basement, and I begin to prepare some weapons since I might have to defend myself. I don’t know what these soldiers have planned. I make my way back to the window to observe the visitors.

I can’t stay here if the troops are going to stick around. I will wait until the night to get a closer look. I can’t believe they stopped right in front of my house. I've got the worst luck in the world. I have to try to find out what their plans are. I may have to leave as soon as possible if they stay. I can’t risk living across from them. They will eventually ransack my home, and I don’t know what they will do with me. There is no doubt that they will kill Norman for sure. There really is only one way to find out.

The night arrives, and Norman is in the basement. I have a look outside, and the troops keep guard around the house. I take a pistol, and I walk to the back of the house. I make my way outside, and I can hear the troops conversing as I walk slowly through the backyards. I make my way to the end of the street, cross the street, and I move forward. I make my way closer to the troops. I travel through the backyards, and I notice the troops guarding the whole perimeter around the occupied house. It’s a quiet night, but I can hear their voices as I approach the house beside the troops. I hide behind the bushes, and I listen to their random conversations.

“The bitch wanted it. You were there when I asked you to join in, remember?” Soldier 1 says.

“She was dying, kid. She got her arm bit by one of those walking creepers. Let’s hope you didn’t catch anything. I heard it takes up to a couple of days to show any signs of contamination. You should have used a condom, you dummy,” Soldier 2 says.

“You really think I’m infected? There is no way that I’m infected, so shut up! I made sure to be fast with her. I got inside her pretty darn fast after she got bit. It can’t be that contagious because I killed that creeper right after she got bit. I was inside her and out of her in a couple of minutes. There is no way it could have spread that fast because it would have taken at least an hour for it to spread down there.”

“I can’t believe how desperate you are, kid. You didn’t wear a condom. How hard is it to grab it out of your backpack? We were taught to be safe than sorry. I’m going to have to kill you if you start to show signs of infection. Let’s have a smoke. It should help us relax. Don’t worry about that pecker of yours falling off.”

“Smoking helps a lot. We should never have taken in all those people. The infections and the riots almost wiped us out, and I guess we had no choice to do what we did. Please, don’t talk about my pecker. I already have too much to worry about.”

“It was a joke, you dummy. I think you need a drink. We can’t trust anyone. It has to be our group now and no others. Don’t feel bad, kid. The women and children were infected.”

“They had a chance to live, and they could have made it. That was so wrong.”

“Look here, kid, they had to go. Don’t even start that shit with me, or I will cut that pecker of yours off, you dummy. We have to stick together. We can’t afford to be the way we were because things are different now. We lost a lot of our own men because Major Hamzbecker decided that we should save people. You remember what happened to him, right? We were nice enough to rescue a few families, and he didn’t deserve what happened to him. We fed them, and we tried to start a community, but what did that bitch do? She went and shanked him in his sleep because he ordered the killing of her husband, but he had already started to turn right in front of our eyes. Major Hamzbecker took a few stabs to the neck, heart, and face. She deserved to be executed. I had fun with her first, of course, before I took her head off with my blade. What a waste that was. We can’t afford to get comfortable like that ever again, kid.”

“I’m not a dummy. I hope we leave soon. I hate staying in one place for too long. The last place didn’t work for us. We need to find a place with strong gates. It would sure be nice to have some women in our company. I’m sure you know what I mean. I sure hope that I get laid again someday soon. I miss it already. I have to whack myself off to keep myself sane. The world is insane, and everything has fallen apart. We lost a lot of men. We’re a broken group, and we’re barely soldiers anymore. Soldiers save people, remember? It feels weird taking orders from the chain of command. It doesn’t feel right anymore.”

“Hang in there, kid. You can whack yourself off as much as you want when we find a comfort zone. If we’re lucky, we may even find some lady friends to get busy with. I prefer a lady with big soft melons. That’s what I want, but we can only hope for now, kid. Keep that head of yours in the right place because we can’t afford another mistake. Just finish up that smoke and relax. We have a tank with us. Who is going to stop us? Those walking creepers aren’t going to break us up so easily since they are slow. We’re a strong group, and the way things have been going, others have been a bigger problem for us. Things will get better, kid. We have to be a little crazy to survive this thing. You keep that melon head of yours up and pay attention to your surroundings. Don’t underestimate the creepers. They may be slow, but those creepers seem to come out of nowhere.”

I make my way closer to the front area. I remain hidden behind the bushes.

“Sergeant Cross!”

“Sir!”

“Make sure the soldiers are ready to sweep the area in the morning. I want every house on the block searched. We are running low on supplies. We don’t take any chances here. Civilians are trouble. Shoot to kill. We don’t want another mess. We don’t know who is infected. I mean it, Sergeant. Shoot to kill, got it?”

“Understood, Sir!”

Sergeant Cross gathers his troops.

“Listen up! I want all of you ready to go, first thing in the morning. We will take this block by tomorrow night, and we are going to move in three teams. I want every home searched and marked. Take everything that will keep us alive. We will not be going through the same trouble as before. Take no survivors, and if any of you jarheads see a civilian, you make sure to shoot them dead. 
Kill them before they kill you
, don’t let them speak, and don’t hesitate unless you want to be tricked by their influence. Remember, I want them dead! There will be no disasters this time. Did you hear me, Private Knicks? ”

“Loud and clear, Sergeant!”

“I hope you and Corporal Gummerland had a good smoke because it might just be your last! I’m serious. Don’t screw around. If you see a civilian, you shoot them. Don’t ask questions, and don’t you dare hesitate. Hesitating gets you killed. Be smart, not dead. Don’t forget where we came from, and never forget what happened to our other men. Do you understand me, Private Knicks?”

“I understand you, Sergeant!”

“Good! Now get moving! We have a big day ahead of us!”

I rush back to the way I came, and I have a lot of time to figure out what I’m going to do. I get back inside my house, rush to the basement, and go through the weapons. I don’t know what is going on with the military, but they’ve completely lost it. I can’t leave my home because I’ve worked too hard to give up and leave now. I have all my supplies here, so I will have to fight them, and I don’t want to run into them again. I wouldn’t want others to run into them. My family and friends might still be out there. I don’t want these crazies to kill them. It’s kill or be killed.

I move a few weapons upstairs, close the basement door to keep Norman out of the action, and I observe the soldiers as they continue to guard the area. Suddenly, the soldiers start to fire their weapons as a horde of zombies approach the neighborhood. I see hundreds of zombies, and the tank starts to move forward while the soldiers rush inside the house, and 
they fire their weapons from inside the house. The tank aims at the horde, fires one loud blast, and blows a massive hole through the horde, yet the zombies continue to march forward. The zombies are like roaches as the soldiers continue to unload their weapons on the horde. I will wait, and let the soldiers take care of business. The tank fires another shot, and the blast hits a car and creates a fiery explosion. The tank moves forward through the horde as it slowly crushes dozens of zombies. The zombies follow the tank down the street.

Now is my chance to act, so I pick up the rocket launcher and rush to the backyard. The tank is far away, and the soldiers remain in the house, so I make my way out of the darkness, and I aim the rocket launcher at the house. The soldiers do not notice me. I fire—and the house explodes! I take a moment to admire the destruction. I can hear survivors of the blast, and they are suffering, so I rush into my house, hurry to the basement, grab the flamethrower, and I rush back outside to the blasted house. The soldiers continue to cry out in agony.

The soldiers must be buried inside. The house can’t be entered or exited. Several soldiers cry out for help, so I take the flamethrower and torch the house, and the flames are devastating as I walk around the house to make sure that every part of the house is torched. The house is an inferno, and I can hear the men suffering since they are being burned to a crisp. The zombies continue to follow the tank as it approaches, and there are still many zombies, so I rush back into my house, grab my rifle, run upstairs and watch out the window.

The tank stops as the zombies surround the tank, and I open my window as a soldier opens the hatch. He stands out to observe the burning house as the zombies surround him. I aim my rifle at the soldier as he takes his rifle and starts to mow down the horde since there are so many zombies. He uses his pistol, but runs out of ammo, so he takes his knife and starts stabbing each zombie in the head. He manages to get every last zombie, and he looks exhausted as looks around, and he smiles as he stretches his arms. He observes the area as I aim my rifle at his forehead. He suddenly looks up, sees me, and smiles.

“You’re a sight for sore eyes. What’s your name? I’m Sergeant Cross. The party is down here, sexy. It looks like it’s just the two of us, babe! Right?”

I blast—one deadly shot into his forehead and that was a lucky shot since I thought I was going to miss.

I make my way down to the basement and let Norman out. I’m exhausted, and I hope that everything will be back to the way it was by the morning. I get myself cleaned up, go to the couch, and undress as Norman watches me. I try to get comfortable, and I get ready to sleep.

I wake up the next morning. I stretch out my body as Norman stands in the same place. He watches my every move. I get up to walk to the washroom. I feel like a dirty girl. I have a look at myself in the mirror, and I notice that I have a few sores around my mouth, but I don`t care since there’s no one that can see the sores. I know that Norman doesn’t give a shit. Norman spread his germs to me, and I love it. Norman is a filthy bastard, but he’s unusually attractive, and nothing can change my mind about the way I feel about him. I’ve never had a lover like Norman. He’s everything to me; he’s my life, and I want to be with him forever. He is spectacular when we fool around, and he keeps me feeling alive. I’m glad that Norman doesn’t sleep. I want him to stand guard and watch me every night. He’s my guardian angel, and everyone should have a Norman.

I want to do something different today. I need to get outside more often, so I pack a lot of weapons and food. I’m ready to leave, and I take Norman outside to the car. I want to check out my apartment, but I’m not sure how long we will stay at my apartment. I really miss my apartment. That’s where it all started for me, and my heart will always be there. I take Norman’s hand, and I try to put him in the car. Trying to put Norman inside the car is not easy.

It has taken about ten minutes to show him how to get inside the car. Norman still has a lot to learn, but he knows how to stand guard while I sleep. I’m ready to get out of here so I drive off to travel to my apartment, and I can’t wait to see it again. My heart beats faster as I drive, and the only thing I can hear is Norman’s groan. I turn on the radio, but the radio is full of static.

“You’re going to love my apartment since it’s nice and cozy. We should make love on my bed. You probably have no idea what I’m talking about. I want you on my bed, Norman. Do you understand me now? I know you want to. You certainly know how to express yourself when we fool around. I should teach you a few things. I wonder if you can drive. It’s not hard at all, and I bet you would make a good driver. I love you so much, Norman. I don’t know what I would do without you. You’re one in a million.”

The weather is not looking good, and lightning strikes all over the place. Norman growls as the lightning illuminates the dark skies. The wind picks up, but I don’t have to worry about the bad visibility on the road. It’s not like there are other drivers around, and I won’t stop now since I’m almost at my apartment building. I finally reach my apartment, and I grab my bag of supplies. It’s still raining down pretty hard, and I don’t want to get too wet. I quickly take Norman out of the car, and we make it inside the building. I take out my flashlight. Nothing much has changed.