“Man…this sucks…” Jimmy finally muttered as he thought of how much of a bitch it will be to get themselves out of Philadelphia. “1,000 miles of god knows what…”
“What’s the matter Jimmy,” said Alisha. “Something bothering you?”
“Poor Jimmy,” said Sandra, “Maybe we need to make you feel better.”
“No no…” Jimmy said with a chuckle, giving them each a love pat on their hind sides, “Your Jimmy can’t go any more rounds and is quite satisfied in that department…. It’s the impending move, loves… it’s going to be brutal.”
“Well you came through for us before Jimmy” said Alisha. “We have your back all the way.”
“That’s why I love you girls,” Jimmy said, “Who knows… maybe I’ll finally get that beach front property I always wanted and we can fuck all day and drink all night.”
“And fuck all night too,” Sandra said. “You have two fine pieces of ass to use.”
“Ahh ahhh…” Jimmy said soothingly, “You two aren’t pieces of ass – you’re my angels.”
“Awww… Jimmy…” Sandra cooed, combing his hair with her hand while Alisha slowly slipped down underneath the sheets.
“Damn…” Jimmy said fidgeting, “Well…uuuhh…I guess I can go again…why not…” as he watched the outline of her head from the sheet bob up and down.
The other members of his biker group were hanging out in the make-shift barracks with the other marines in the compound. They were having a huge celebration, not the celebration which one enjoys, but more of a somber celebration because each of them present knew that the times were going to get a lot harder. Vamp was busy making out with his preferred woman, the one whom he met during a scavenger mission that was just as messed up as he was. The two looked like a gothic couple with his pointy teeth and features that always reminded people of Dracula and her, Belinda, a cosplay hooker who used to be a madam of the red light district that had long since been destroyed by zombies. Buzz had his arms wrapped around a female marine named Jada, who used to be with his old unit years ago. Thrill-Killer was once again showing his prowess with three women crawling over him. RPG and Frontsight were playing pool while Showtime had just walked into the rec-room as he shot a smile towards Grace Travers whom quickly left his own room. Being a secretive woman she’d rather not advertise that she was having intimate relations with a biker gang member.
“Still the Milf hunter huh?” Buzz commented, taking the time to make a light nip on Jada’s neck.
“Stop it B,” Jada giggled. “Why are you so hard on him?”
“Because that’s what we do,” Buzz said. “We live, Love, drink, and cuss!”
“TO THE 8 HORSEMEN!” Vamp yelled out with a bottle of beer frothing from the long neck spout, “AND TO THE MEMORY OF SMILEY!”
“TO SMILEY!” cried the entire room, taking a swig of their chosen beverage; they all poured some of the contents out as well in his memory.
“Yeah well you know…” said Showtime yawning. “She was one of those good school girls that always wanted the bad guy but never did….now…hell in a world with a 10 second life span. Who can blame anyone from delving into things they may have missed out?”
“Damn strait,” Said Vamp, tugging on the chain link that was attached to Belinda’s collar with an approving giggle from her.
“Boys,” Buzz said, “These may be our last days but we should make such an end that these walking son of a bitches will never forget as they drool and crawl around this shithole of a city.”
“That’s what I’m talking about mon!” Thrill-Killer said, at this point one of the girls was already bobbing upon his member while he was well into the topless set of breasts of which his head was snuggly sandwiched in between.
“Damn --- ever heard of a room folks??” said Frontsight, who was checking out the black thong of the one who was on her knees.
“Get your own Ho’s Mon,” said Thrill-Killer. “And let me get my groove on before I may see Jah!” while he bucked into the eager mouth that was pleasing him.
It wouldn’t be too long before an all-out orgy would ensue as women would be passed around and lines would be blurred with the escaping liquid that was being injected into the mouths of whose minds wanted to forget yet get in their fun before the problems at hand would be dealt with in the morning.
* * *
It was a slow start but as the day progressed, and the guard posts were keeping watch, the many vehicles and trucks were being filled with the supplies, civilians, and other people that made up downtown Philly’s safe zone. The trek cross country would be made with some precision involved as the main body of the road fleet would be their most important assets which was the three 54 foot trailers and 3 tourist buses that would have their entire supply of people, food, water, and other necessities. The command car which Captain Fellows would use to maintain contact
