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again to find out. I’ll count myself lucky and leave it like that for now.
    “ How’s the bite?” Sally looked concerned.
    “ It’s healing,” I said, releasing the bandage and patting it back in place. “Don’t think about it. I was lucky.”
    “ The fever almost killed you.”
    I smiled. “It’ll take a little more than some heat to get rid of me.”
    Sally did not return the smile. She pulled something from her back pocket. “These are yours.”
    “ My gloves.” I took them from her. “Hello boys.” To Sally: “Thanks for thinking about them.”
    “ Hopefully they’ll protect you from other bites.”
    “ I don’t want any more bites, thank you very much.”
    “ We should get a move on.”
    I nodded. She was right. We needed to find somewhere to rest for the night and make some plans for tomorrow and the next few days. Most importantly, we needed water and food—in that order. Coming across Eric and his group was a blessing. A reprieve from the constant fear of attack. There had to be other camps like Eric’s. There had to be pockets of communities helping each other to survive through this nightmare scattering across the country. It was logical to know they existed. We just had to find them. And the hardest part was surviving long enough to reach them. No food. No water. Tons of zombies. Not great odds, but we had made it this far.
    The forest was thick and the going harder than we thought. It was pitch black in there and the moonlight didn’t reach through the dense overhead cover. We moved as quietly as possible, all our senses were on alert for any sound not ours. I doubted zombies would be in this thick bush, they’d be out on paved streets hunting the scent of a lone survivor or two. That was no reason to be lax. Alertness had kept us alive for this long and it was hard to switch off anyway. Being always alert had become second nature and that was a good thing in this world where fiction had become reality.
    It was getting late and we had to get going before the crack of dawn. The forest was thick and silent. I sat down against a tree. Sally looked exhausted. I was faking mine. I had slept a lot; yes, it was a feverish sleep but sleep nonetheless. I don’t think Sally got much sleep looking after me. “We need to rest,” I said. “I’ll take first watch.”
    Sally sat next to me. “Okay. Wake me in a couple of hours.” She cuddled against me and I put my arm around her and held her close. I felt her warmth and soft breathing against my neck. These were the moments I would remember if I managed to reach old age or these would be my last memories as my life faded from existence and a virus animated me.
    Was it safe to hold Sally like this if the virus was waiting for the fever to pass to gain control?
    I didn’t want to think about that.
    Hours passed. I stared into the blackness not intending to wake up Sally. She needed her rest. My eyes were getting heavy, but I was pretty sure we were safe here, for now at least.
    Sally stirred. “You didn’t wake me,” she said.
    “ It’s still dark. You needed sleep more than I did.”

     
    She kissed me softly on my neck. “You’re a good man.”
    I looked at my hand. Yeah, but for how much longer? That thought was not voiced. Sally covered my neck with small soft kisses. The tenderness felt good, felt right. Sally straddled me. Her kisses were hard on my lips as her tongue forced open my willing mouth. Her hands went to my zipper. I fumbled with her jeans and managed to pull them down to her knees. Suddenly she went down on me. That was a first. She gagged, taking my shaft too deep. I pulled her off and kissed her hard. She wriggled onto me, impaling herself and moved in slow rhythmic thrusts. I grabbed her ass cheeks helping her to move faster and ground deeper. I wanted to get as much of her as I could. She grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. Her eyes bored into mine. “I love you,” she whispered and clamped her lips on mine