The Azrael: Surviving the Outbreak Read Free

separated from the rest of the town.  They entered cautiously and cleared every room professionally before finally locking down the doors and windows for the night.
    “The smell’s still here, shit.  It smells worse than before.”  Savanna said as she put a few wipes of a menthol salve under her nose.  It was a private stash of the doc’s that she acquired before her last scavenger run.  She offered some to John.
    “I don’t want that shit.  I want to be able to smell those shitheads if they decide to show up uninvited.”  John said wondering if it would matter since all he could smell was that damned rotten shit under the house.
    “It’s worse this time.  You would think it would air out or something.”  Savanna said crawling into her bed on the second floor.
                  John slept in the room beside hers.  If they were together then it would be an easy snack for an Azrael and when they sleep in the same bed they were bound to fuck.  John knew it and he knew Savanna wanted it, but he’s being careful tonight.  Something seemed off about today. He didn’t want to get caught screwin’ around.  He laughed at the joke he thought of and it caused him to choke and he coughed a few times trying to clear his throat.  Savanna got up and darted in his room with her knife and gun drawn.  She was already in her panties, warm socks and a t shirt with holes in it that didn’t quite scream sexy.
    “I’m fine, I’m fine.  I was just thinking about…well, since you’re here and all.  Want to…”  John was interrupted.
    “Not in this place.  And I think I’m about to start my period. Eh, not in the mood.”  Savanna said, knowing it was a lie.  She really wanted to sleep with John, but she was on edge about this place too.   She gave him a sly grin and went back to her room adjusting her panties that were riding up her ass.  She ran her finger along the elastic and it popped as it struck her behind.  She did it out of comfort and also to tease John a bit. She’s proud that she’s got a nice butt and her boobs get her free shit all of the time. She looked back, bit her lip, disappeared beyond the doorway and climbed back into her bed.
    “Damn, stop torturing me woman.  You know it don’t take much.”  John said trying to fight the urge to go to her room and teach her a lesson.  He fell asleep shortly thereafter and had a satisfying dream teaching her that lesson he thought she deserved.
    In the middle of the night John was startled awake from noises downstairs.
    “Fuck, what the hell?”  He sat up and listened.  He rubbed at his eyes and stretched.  He heard Savanna snoring loudly.  However, a rubbing noise and sounds of breaking branches somehow pushed through her throat hissing.  He dressed quietly and grabbed the pistol that was resting on the nightstand next to the bed.  He peeked into Savanna’s room and found her sleeping heavily and wildly as all the pillows were on the floor while the covers were half on her and half off of her.  Another reason why he didn’t like sleeping with her, she’s a wild sleeper.  John decided not to wake her up and checked on the noise by himself.  He slowly traversed through the dark house and descended the steps as quiet as he could, although he still managed to inspire a few creeks from the wooden panels on the stairway.  He reached the floor and heard a noise again.  It was not in the house, but below it.  The stench returned as he moved through the downstairs as quiet as possible.  He turned to head upstairs to wake up Savanna and was startled to find her behind him fully dressed with a knife and her trusty Beretta aimed towards the front door.
    “For Christ’s sake woman.  You almost died!  I almost shot you.  I thought you were sleeping?”  John said in a whisper.
    “I was sleeping.  I heard your fat ass stomping down the steps.  Not as helpless as you thought, huh?”  Savanna said feeling good that she