The War of 2020 - Sex Stories

The War of 2020

... respond, he heard the faint roaring engines of his soldiers Humvee's, returning from a routine scout. Without a word he picked her up, pulling her soft body into his, she tugged away from him twisting against his grip. "What are you doing Joe?!"

Discarding her bulky rifle, he glared down at her. "Shut up, Morgan."

She glared back at him. "You shut up."

She was exactly as he remembered. Carrying her back into the forest, he moved quickly trying to get away from the clearing. He couldn't let them see that she had killed so many soldiers. "Why did you kill my men?!" He hissed into her hair, more frustrated than upset. Taking long deliberate strides, he made it a few hundred meters before she started squirming in his arms again.

"Put me down Joe, I don't need you to fucking carry me." He stiffened but held onto her. He hadn't heard his name in such a long time, he didn't go by Joe any longer. "Listen to me," he said lowering his mouth from her hair to her ear. "I could have killed you right there, if my men find out you killed their brothers, they will not hesitate..."

"They came for me first, I didn't have a choice," she huffed into his shoulder.

"Don't ever mention what you did to anyone. Ever." He didn't doubt that his men came for her. He was surprised that she managed to kill them all without him hearing a single shot ring out. No matter what he thought, he knew that the penalty for killing his soldiers was death.

Making it back to his three story brick home, he went through the back door just as the sky turned black and the sound of curfew sirens blared through the night. Carrying her upstairs, he brought her through the wooden double doors of his bedroom, into the master bathroom. She covered her eyes, not used to the artificial brightness. The room was pristine with chrome fixtures and white tile floors.

"What happened?" He said, placing her on the edge of his large claw bathtub.

She wiped her eyes slowly before looking up to meet his. "Well Captain General Joe," she said bitterly, nodding at the gold emblem on his lapel. "As you know, the East is gone. The attack ... It took almost everyone ... even Rick," her eyes closed briefly as she took a deep breath. "The only people left are immune to the virus like me. I've been making my way West but ... without internet," she shook her head, "I had no idea you had already overtaken so much land."

He looked at her silently, he hadn't really considered what the other side of the War was like. He couldn't really, he had to win and winners cannot empathize with their enemy.

'Is she an enemy?' He thought studying her blood soaked clothing. Standing up, he walked to the tap, turning on the hot water.

"Take a bath, I'll find some clothes for you," he said. She didn't respond.

Walking to the bathroom door he closed it behind him, making sure to lock it from the outside. He needed to think, he needed to get away from her.

Putting her hand into the running hot water, ...