“So what do we have here eh? A looting cop.”

“We were trying to escape you two,” Cheryl said coldly.

“Take the kids to our pad Konrad.”

“Okay Wolfie.”

As he grabbed them, Cheryl pushed him back.

“Keep your hands off them.”

Wolfie pushed the muzzle toward her.

“He’s going to take good care of them.”

As they were led out, the youth looked her over.

“What you doing here anyway?”

“Trying to get a big shot to the CDC.”

Wolfie glanced around.

“I don’t see him here.”

“He went north with the military. Should be back shortly.”

Wolfie sneered.

“You must think that I was born yesterday mam. Turn around slowly.”

She pivoted and felt the cuffs being removed.

“Hands behind your back now and remember, any funny business and...”

He left the threat open as she complied. When the cuffs locked, he seemed to relax.

“Get over by the wall.”

He pushed her roughly until her face was pressed against it.

“What do you intend doing with me?”

“You’ll find out.”

He put the weapon down and unzipped the trousers. As she protested,
they were pulled to her ankles.

“You don’t need to do this.”

“Always fancied humping a cop mam. No hard feelings eh?”

As her undergarment was lowered, he readied himself.

“Now lean your *** toward me.”

She did so slowly and felt him push inside.

“Just don’t climax...”

“So ruddy tight as well,” he moaned.

As he pushed hard and slow against her, Cheryl stood bent and silent.

“Oh lovely...”

“Enjoying it are we?” she hissed.

“Best for year’s mam. Oh yes...Here it comes now...”

She felt the organ ripple within her, and the warm fluid flowing freely.”

“Now you’ve done it mate.”

He slid out and stepped back a moment.

“I sure have my dear.”

Her eyes saw him bending to do himself up again. As he did so, she sidestepped and a foot lashed out. Wolfie yelped and went down hard.

Cheryl gave him no time to react. She turned on him, a left foot smashing upon his exposed throat. As she stamped down, a faint crack was heard. Wolfie’s head fell sideways as he stared toward the ceiling.

“Now to get my ruddy cuffs off.”

Cheryl raised her hands and freed the keys. After dropping them, she knelt and took them into her mouth. Then she lowered and after a bit of hassle, stepped through.

Bringing the hands up again, she inserted the key and turned. The cuffs clicked open and she took the key from her mouth.

“So long sucker.”

Cheryl pulled her clothes together and grabbed the weapon, as well as the M3.

“So let’s go find this pad then.”

At the warehouse door, she peeked out calmly.

“I suppose that it could be the store.”

After checking carefully, she dashed across the street and stopped
by the front wall. Glancing inside she spotted the second assailant and winced.

“The damn kids are too close.”

She thought for a moment and said, “I know what.”

Raising the muzzle, she fired off a few rounds and waited. A moment later the surprised youth came gunning through the door.

“Freeze your ***.”

He stopped dead.

“For pity sake don’t shoot.”

Cheryl pressed the muzzle to his back and whispered, “Just walk.”

Once inside the warehouse, Konrad spotted his friend’s smashed body.

“Oh no...”

“Oh yes...Now kneel.”

He did so and the weapon butt smashed him unconscious.

Cheryl dashed back to the store and took the frightened kids quickly out again.

“Come on you two, we have to find replace that tyre.”

When it was done, they returned to the hotel where the cop bolted the doors.

“When will they be back?” Leslie asked.

“I really don’t know,” she replied. “The sooner the better eh?”

The hours slowly ticked by...

Proctor had worked for eleven solid hours splicing and dicing until he was ready for the test.

“Just add a splodge of untainted blood, then a dash of my new virus and...”

He watched for signs of multiplication but none came. He smiled before dashing into the rest area.

“We have done it mate. I need to talk to the damn CDC.”

The pilot smiled.

“We can radio from here to Northern Command. It’s a hardened bunker and should still be functioning.”

When they reached the radio room, an astonished officer asked, “How did you get up there?”

“Never you mind,” French said impatiently. “I need a patch through to the CDC.”

After a moment, they came through. The doctor came on the line.

“Look, I’ve managed to create a benign virus that turns the protein receptors off. I need to have it mass-produced. Are there any government labs still operating?”

“I’ll just check.”

There was a pregnant pause and after five minutes, the reply came.

“We have a fermentation site at Raleigh. It’s a secure unit and should be okay.”

“Are you sure there are people there?” the doctor asked.

“I’ll put a call through. Stay on the line.”

Another minute passed.

“They are ready and waiting doctor.”

“So how do I find this building?”

“Just go south five miles and you’ll see the department of defence sign. It’s an underground complex.”

“That’s great news, out.”

He turned to the pilot.

“We can go now. We have this ruddy thing beat. Did you refuel?”

“Hours ago mate.”

As the copter rose, another arctic storm rolled toward the dead base.

“Can we go straight there?” Proctor asked.

The pilot shook his head.

“We have to stop at that airbase again for fuel. Unless of course you fancy flying home.”

The doctor grinned as the copter hurtled on.

“There she is,” French muttered.

“It looks just as quiet,” Proctor commented.

As they landed safely beside the fuel pumps, French climbed out.

“Won’t take too long now.”

He opened the tank and inserted the nozzle before pressing the lever hard. As fuel spewed out, the doctor decided to stretch his stiff legs.

“I’m just off for a stroll now.”

He slowly walked away from the copter toward the nearby military hanger.

“I wonder what’s in there?”

He was just about to reach it when the pilot shouted.

“We have company!”

Proctor turned and saw a camper van hurtling across the tarmac.

“Who the hell are they?”

The camper window rolled down and seconds later, gunfire raked the copter and its pilot.

The doctor watched in horror, as both were enveloped within an expanding ball of flame.

“Ruddy fools!”

He glared as the camper swung around and a burst struck his right arm.

As he collapsed in agony, the camper moved off toward more mayhem.

Proctor lay writhing as the copter burned brightly.

He did not know how long he lay there. It seemed like hours. He heard a vehicle engine and saw it rolling toward him. A young woman climbed out and ran over. Despite the injury He did notice the long black hair and the pleasant green eyes of the twenty-five year old.

“Are you okay? I saw the fire and decided to check it out.”

“They got my arm.”

She helped him sit up.

“I was a nurse by the way. Can you stand?”

“I’ll damn well try.”

She helped him toward the small car and lowered him inside gently.

As it took off she asked, “You part of the military?”

Proctor shook his head.

“Just a civilian doctor who was carrying our last hope. Those crazies wrecked that.”

She glanced at him.

“You had a vaccine?”

He nodded painfully.

“The only one we have. It took me eleven damn hours.”

“What a shame. You were lucky not to be in that copter.”

The doctor shook his head sadly.

“The pilot bought it.”

“Oh I am sorry. Here we are.”

The car pulled onto a small farm and she helped the doctor out. As she sat him down in the kitchen, she introduced herself.

“I’m Mandy by the way.”

“Doctor Proctor.”

She helped remove the bloodstained top and felt around the wound.

“You have a round in there. Feel free to scream.”

“I’ll try not to.”

She returned with tweezers and after a short dig managed to remove the bullet.

“Looks like an automatic got you. I’ll clean this up for you.”

As she washed and dressed the wound Proctor asked, “Any family.”

“All dead I’m afraid. Long before the plague. You?”

“None that I know off. There is a cop and two kids in Raleigh that I have to get to.”

“We can move out in two days if you want.”

“That would be lovely.”

“This cure...Can’t you make some more?”

“That’s all I had I’m afraid. The samples that helped create it are in the Arctic.”

“When was the last time you washed?”

“Can’t remember.”

“I’ll run the bath for you. Just don’t get that bandage wet.”

As he hobbled after her, she filled the small tub.

“I’ll help with these,” she muttered undoing his trousers.

“Can’t I help?”

She grinned.

“I’m a nurse. Nothing shocks me anymore.”

As he stepped in, she had a change of mind.

“You better not sit down eh? I’ll wash you standing up.”

She lathered the soap and began scrubbing his back.

“You are the first person that I have seen in a month.”

“Glad you stayed. Is this your place?”

“It was my parent’s originally.”

The soap reached his full buttocks and she washed and kneaded carefully.

“I’ll bring your friends back here if you want?”

Proctor smiled as she washed his legs.

“That would be nice. I just hope they are okay.”

“All done...Turn around.”

“Eh, not such a good idea really.”

She gripped him tightly and gently turned the misbehaving patient.
The poor man blushed a brilliant red.

Mandy saw the reason for his embarrassment.

“My oh my doctor. I seem to have turned you on.”

“Sorry about this Mandy.”

“Never mind, we shall just have to get rid of that.”

He was rather astonished as she took a firm hold and began jerking quickly.

“Do you have to?”

“Just stand and enjoy it. Then I’ll finish the wash.”

He tried to think of something cold like ice cream, but the sensations mounted toward the inevitable conclusion.

“Right now,” the nurse said brightly. “Shall we resume?”

After washing his chest and lower regions, she helped him out again before drying the tanned skin.

“I’ll help you dress now.”

When it was over, she helped him into the well-kept lounge.

“Sit down and I’ll find us a bite to eat.”

The actual meal was a cold one of course. Pork taken from the farm followed up by freshly baked bread and strawberry jam.

“Fancy a wine?”

The doctor nodded.

“You seem well suited to the solitary life,” he muttered.

“I should be doctor. I’ve never married you see.”

She returned with a full bottle and two glasses.

“I hope you love a French red?”

The doctor winced at the name but nodded anyway.

They drank slowly and her story came out in dribs and drabs.

“When it began I was at the local infirmary. Just before the troops sealed it off though, I was sent out to help the sick inside their homes.”

“You were lucky then. I was sealed inside mine.”

“Well, after a week things fell apart and when I went back, everyone inside the infirmary was dead. So I came on here.”

“Things are quieter now,” the doctor muttered. “I wonder where that gunman came from?”

Mandy shrugged her shoulders.

“An outsider I would think. No one around here is armed.”

“There are survivors here?”

“Over a thousand I’d say doctor. We are not quite extinct yet you know.”

The sun slowly set and the bottle was nearly empty.

“Where do you want me to put my head?”

Mandy smiled.

“You are sleeping with me mate. After all, you have a favour to
return. One armed or not.”

The night passed and a new day dawned...

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