He pulls Cal away from me, and I reflexively tighten my grip until he looks at the glass, a silent direction that Cal needs to drink.
After Cal drinks half the glass, he nuzzles back into me just as Devon walks in with a spare blanket. Satan’s spawn looks at the cum on the bed, then snorts, only for Rex to flick his ear.
I know my friend would’ve loved to slap the shit upside the head, but we’ve all been careful with Devon’s concussion.
Rex places the blanket over Cal and me. “Stay awake. I know you’re tired but just keep your eyes open ’til he comes out of it.”
I look up at my friend. “Thanks.”
He nods, then shoves Devon forward and out the door, only the kid stops and looks at me. “Got another one of those toys somewhere?”
This time, I can’t help but chuckle. Rex told me Devon had been a virgin when they met, but damn—never seen someone so curious.
So mischievous.
Rex may die before me. That kid no doubt spikes his blood pressure daily.
When the door to the room shuts, I curl my arms tighter around Cal, who’s fast asleep, then kiss his forehead. “Love you, Cal. With everything I am.”
Chapter 8
Rex and I walk a quarter of a mile west into the woods toward the weapons cache I built over the past few years. Besides watching out for Cal, I’d traveled some, collecting what I could.
“Outside of the shit I have in the house and root cellar, I created this in case I had to bail fast.”
Rex shakes his head, a stupid grin plastered on his face. “Turned into a fucking prepper.”
“Don’t knock it. They’re the reason I have most of this shit. Prepped against a lot of things but couldn’t keep safe from that fucking virus.”
Very few could. No one knows why some were able to fight it off when most couldn’t or why some people are naturally immune.
Hell, no one really knows where it came from either. Though, wouldn’t be surprised if someone was tinkering around in a science lab.
Fuckers always think just because they can, they should. Guess nature turned around and gave us all the finger.
With how fast everything spread, most were focused on trying to save lives or trying to survive themselves, especially when people started going crazy, looting and killing.
When half of the base was dead, a few of us headed off into the mountains. Used our skills to stay alive. Until there were only three of us left.
Rex picks up one of the ARs. “Should teach Devon how to shoot. You have enough bullets for some training?”
I nod. Besides food and medical supplies, I always make sure to grab what bullets I can. “Teach Cal too.”
“Can he fight?”
“No.” Though he did pretty well when he launched himself across the table at Devon that day. Didn’t think my little fawn had it in him. “Maybe if it was a bar fight.”
“Miss those.”
“Me too.”
As we open some of the containers, my heart feels fuller. Cal didn’t run when he woke up. He was still out of sorts and a bit sore, but Rex helped out, then talked to both of us.
Seems Cal easily falls into subspace. Just something I gotta pay attention to.
And we went through what I needed to do after.
They talked among themselves too. Cal seemed more confident, like answers were given to questions he had.
