The killing and rebuilding of mankind part two

Joe and Kristen get to the marina. The trip will begin in the next installment.

The alley looked and sounded deserted, so I resumed my step-stop-look-listen routine. Though I could still make out heavy breathing close behind me, I couldn’t hear any footsteps, and I still didn’t look.

After another couple of hundred yards, I spotted an open gate in a wood fence. I went sideways through it and caught sight of the girl. This close, my goggles were good enough that I could see more detail. Her hunched stance and facial expression told me that she was extremely frightened. Her eyes were like saucers and moved erratically.

When we got into the yard of a house, I pointed to her and then to myself and then at the house. The girl nodded. I led the way toward a door barely hanging on by one bottom hinge. The windows that I could see were broken out. With a lot of care, I moved the busted door enough to get into the house.

The girl followed a foot or so behind me as we made our way through a short hall and into what was a living room area. I stopped to carefully listen and look.

“You saved me.” The girl whispered.

Quickly, I put my finger to my lips in the universal sign to be quiet. The girl blinked but just nodded instead of talking. Not hearing anything, I turned to the girl and pointed to my eyes and then to my chest before waving my finger around to indicate the rest of the house. Then, I pointed at the girl and then at the floor. She nodded, and I hoped that she understood that I wanted to check the rest of the house while she stayed put.

Apparently, she did. I moved back toward the hall and looked into the first door I found. It was a bathroom. I went in and looked around. A long fluffy bathrobe hung from a hook on the wall, and I took that.

The next room was on the opposite side of the hall. I looked in there and saw a queen size bed. I went on in and looked around. In the open closet, I saw men’s and women’s clothing, all of which were in the sizes meant for morbidly obese people. Still, I took a pair of shorts and a huge T-shirt.

The only other two rooms off of the hall were a room used as some sort of office or hobby room and a small kitchen. I made my way back to the living room and found the girl standing exactly where I had left her. I held out the clothing to her, and she took it.

While she was getting some clothes on, I turned to give her some privacy and check out the living room area. There was one worn couch in front of a smashed large-screen television. Lazy Boy-style armchairs bracketed the couch. There were lamps on end tables and a smashed coffee table between the couch and the smashed television.

A light tap on my shoulder got my attention rather dramatically. I spun around while raising my air rifle. The girl took two fast steps back, looking terrified. When I realized the situation, I slumped and let out a breath before looking at her. She was wearing the T-shirt. The shorts and robe were both on the floor.

I nodded before slipping the goggles from my head. The girl was visible in the darkness, but just barely. I made the common zippering motion along my lips and pointed toward the couch and armchairs. I motioned for the girl to go ahead of me.

She chose to sit in the middle of the couch, so I took the armchair just to the right of it and set my pack between my feet. I leaned the air rifle against the right arm of the chair before I took my red lens flashlight out of its pouch on my pack.

Using that red light, I rummaged through my pack and came up with six energy bars. I handed three to the girl before opening another pouch and getting out a small notepad and a black marker pen. “No talking, just writing. We must be totally silent so we aren’t found.” I wrote.

The girl was chewing a bite of the energy bar as I handed the notepad and flashlight to her. She took it and used the flashlight to read the dark writing. Looking at me, she nodded, then began to write. I opened a bar and took a big bite.

The girl handed the notepad back, and I looked at what she had written, “Thank you for saving me. That’s the worst gang. My name is Kristen.”

I replied, “I’m Joe. I had to do something. Rape is always wrong. Let’s just eat and wait for daylight, OK?” I passed the pad and flashlight back to her. She read it and nodded.

By the time I had finished my third energy bar, there was enough light coming through the broken windows to see by. I took stock of Kristen. She looked much too young to be by herself. She had long, wavy, red hair that hung down her back almost to her bottom. Her facial features had the softness of youth.

Kristen was sitting with her legs pulled up to her chest, her arms wrapped around her shins. Though she could easily have draped the huge shirt over her knees, she had let it simply slide down her thighs to her waist. Since she also hadn’t put on the shorts, her bottom and crotch were visible too. I didn’t see even a hint of pubic hair on her perfectly smooth vulva.

I tore my eyes from the girl’s crotch and looked at her face. She still looked scared but was studying me as much as I was studying her. She still had the notepad and wrote on it before passing it to me.
“You’re dressed like my dad did when he went deer hunting.”

I went to a blank sheet. “Have to stay invisible. Avoid people.” I passed the pad back to her.

“Were you going someplace? Where?”

“I have a boat. I’m going there. Leaving for safer places.”

She studied the pad and scrunched her brow while she thought things over. Finally, she replied. “I’m scared. Real scared. You’re the only person who helped me. Thank you. Can I come with you?”

I had been more open than I should have been. This girl had just asked to come along with me. I have no experience with kids, really. I had no experience with such young females especially. I began writing.
“You look much too young to be traveling alone with me. I’m just a man you don’t know.”

Kristen read and then wrote. “I’m almost a teenager. I don’t eat much, and I can help! I’ll even have sex with you as much as you want! I was going to be a gang girl, but not for the gang that caught me. I was looking for one of the good gangs.”

Though the words seemed self-explanatory, I asked, “What is a gang girl?”

Kristen read the note and then studied me for a minute before writing her reply. “Gang girls are girls who go to gangs and let the gang members have sex with them so they get food. I was looking for one of the good gangs so I could be one of their gang girls.”

She watched as I read her reply. “That’s terrible.” I wrote and handed the notepad back.

Kristen flipped to a new page and started writing. “It’s not terrible. It’s just sex. I’ve seen sex, and I can do that. You saved my life, so I should have sex with you now anyway. You’ll have to teach me how since I never actually did it. If you take me with you, I’ll have sex with you as much as you want. I’ll be your girl! I won’t eat too much, and I can help do things and have sex with you.”

Her words somewhat shocked me and made me self-conscious. Kristen had focused her words on sex a lot more than I felt a preteen should. It took me several minutes to come up with something I hoped would be appropriate. “I would never demand sex in trade for anything. As for coming with me, I’m going to be at sea for a very long time, weeks, maybe months.”

She read the note and flipped to another blank sheet. “I’ve been on boats before. My dad used to go on charter fishing trips and took me sometimes. I don’t get seasick, and I know how to fish! If you’re going to be on the water that long, you’re probably going very far. You’re a good man. You protected me. I know I’m asking a lot, but I’m really scared to stay here. Please let me go with you. I really will have sex with you as much as you want.”

I read through her response a couple of times. This young lady was very frightened and desperate. She had every reason to be scared. The world now had become an extremely dangerous place. Gangs had formed. Some gangs were just outright scum, like the men I had just killed. Other gangs were territorial and trying to hold or expand their holdings. All of them were highly dangerous. Strength was demonstrated through violence between the gangs, and a small girl like Kristen stood little chance of escaping that violence.

Kristen was studying me with trepidation. I had rescued her once. She was now begging me to be her protector. Even though I had just told her that I would never demand sexual favors in exchange for anything, she still offered, as if there could be no other reason that a man would protect or provide for her.

Over the course of time, a man will come to understand himself. That is if he bothers to do any self-examination. I have often examined myself and had a good understanding of how I think, what proclivities I have, my weaknesses, and my strengths. I know that I’m so highly attracted to female beauty that I can make some seriously stupid decisions. To my eyes, Kristen was very beautiful and decidedly attractive. My decision-making would be hampered by that.

I have never been responsible for the day-to-day care of anyone other than myself. I had never formed any lasting emotional bonds with another person. My entire life had been one of very selfish living. My personal goals had always been the only thing I truly cared about. I knew absolutely nothing about taking care of another person, let alone a fragile young woman.

I decided to make another attempt to discourage her from coming with me and offer another solution. “You wouldn’t like being with me on my boat. When at sea, I live naked on the boat. Naked 24 hours per day, every day. You would hate it. We need to find a family that can take care of you.”

I handed the notepad and marker back. Kristen read it, then set it aside. Her next action took me completely by surprise. She stared at me while, in one smooth motion, she ripped her shirt off over her head, leaving her completely nude. I gaped at her as she very calmly took up the notepad and marker to start writing. Several times, she glanced at me while writing. She wrote on three pages of the small notepad before handing it back to me.

“OK, naked it is! Look at me. I was naked when you found me, and now I am naked again. I’ll be naked on your boat. No family is going to want another mouth to feed, and my only other way to stay alive is to be a gang girl. If I do that, I’ll be naked most of the time anyway since I’ll be having sex with dozens of men in the gang like all the other gang girls. If you let me go with you, you are only one man. I’ll just be having sex with you, not a dozen gangsters. And you saved me from that other gang. Look at me. I don’t have boobs, but maybe they will grow. I do have a pussy, and you should use it a lot. As much as you want. I have a mouth, too, but please don’t push your thing too far in. I don’t want to choke like I see some girls doing. Look at me. Take me with you, please!”

I read her note. She had demanded that I look at her, and I did. Kristen sat on the couch cross-legged now. Her crotch was on full display. She had her arms at her sides and her hands on her knees. Kristen was displaying herself to me. The look on her face expressed abject fear, hopeful pleading, and despair all at the same time.

I felt a mix of emotions. My heart broke for her desperation. My cock swelled at her beauty. My rational thoughts tried to reject my desire to take care of, and possibly fall in love with, the young woman.

“Put your clothes back on. We’ll look for something for you to wear that’s darker when we leave tonight. Sleep.” That is all I wrote. I wasn’t capable of addressing the deeper subjects yet.

Kristen read the note and then casually slid the big t-shirt back over her head. She gave me a nod before she stretched out on the couch with her hands under her head. The bottom hem of the t-shirt remained at her waist, leaving everything below her waist bare.

I tried to get more comfortable in the recliner and closed my eyes. Noises outside were a mix of the quiet sounds of animals searching for meals and the more distant gunfire that I had gotten used to already.

My rest through the day was broken. I would doze for a time, then wake up to listen, then doze some more. As usual, sounds outside peaked after sunset and then dwindled to very scattered gunfire after midnight.

I had my NVGs on and was peering out the front window, looking for movement when I felt a nearby presence. Kristen squatted down beside me. She gave me a questioning look. “Get ready. We leave soon. We’ll look in houses to find you darker clothes.” I whispered as quietly as I could.

“I can go with you?” she whispered back.

“Yes.”

“Sex before we go?” she whispered.

“No! What’s with you? Is sex all you think about?”

Kristen’s chin trembled. “It’s all I have.”

I just shook my head. “Talk later. Get ready to leave.”

“I’m ready now.”

I stood from the window and got my gear on. Kristen watched from a couple of feet away. Silently, I led her back through the house to the back door we had come in through and back into the alley.

Once again, I used my stalking movements. Look, listen, step, look, listen, step. Kristen mimicked my movements and stayed close behind me. Whenever I saw movement, I would freeze until I determined that resuming our journey was safe. Kristen always copied what I did. The young woman seemed to catch on quickly.

We were going down an alley behind a long block of retail stores just a couple of hours after leaving the house. The smell of the ocean was much more pronounced here, and I knew we weren’t far from the coast. As we passed one of the doors that had been pried open by looters, Kristen tapped my shoulder.
I turned, and Kristen pointed to an open door we had just stalked our way past. I looked, and through my NVGs, I could see shelving and a lot of things on the floor of the store. Kristen stabbed her finger toward it insistently. I took in a slow, deep breath before leading the way to that door.

One look inside showed me that this had been a pharmacy. There were long rows of display racks that once held makeup, first aid supplies, snacks, and a host of other products common to modern pharmacies. I used hand motions to try to get the idea across to Kristen that she needed to watch her footsteps to stay silent. She nodded her understanding.

Both of us headed straight to the pharmacy counter, where the security gate had been broken off, and the entry door to the area hung on by one badly damaged hinge. The place was a disaster. Shelves had been cleared, and most of the contents had just been pushed to the floor. Bottles, loose pills, and small boxes were everywhere.

Kristen hunkered down beside me as I used the red lens flashlight to look through it all. Here and there, I found a stray bottle that could contain useful meds–things like antibiotics, mild pain relievers, and cough suppressants.

We worked side by side through the aisles. When we came across a bunch of small, flat, square boxes, Kristen picked one up to put it in front of my flashlight. It was a box of birth control pills. Kristen very quickly gathered up over three dozen of the boxes and stuffed them into a plastic bag she had picked up along the way.

Kristen’s eagerness to supply herself with birth control pills spoke to her ability to be practical and plan ahead. In that sense, I felt quite a bit of pride for the young woman. However, it also reinforced her insistence that I would be having sex with her. I had never knowingly had sex with any woman or girl so young.

It wasn’t so much that I was against a girl her age having sex. I’m not. Much younger girls engage sexually with men and boys all the time. But it’s usually not under duress, and I felt strongly that any such activity with Kristen would only be because she felt that she had no other choice. I reasserted to myself that I would protect and provide for the girl but never make a sexual advance.

While Kristen kept sorting through the boxes and putting the ones she wanted into her bag, I questioned myself and how I viewed the girl. She hadn’t told me her actual age, just that she was almost a teen. When she had insisted that I see her naked, I had certainly studied the girl. She showed the very beginnings of a little breast development. Kristen had no body hair at all, and her soft vulva completely enclosed her inner labia and her clitoris. I wondered if she had even had her first menstrual cycle yet.
Thinking of all of that also brought me to the realization that in the short time I had been with the girl, I had fallen for her quite a lot. Kristen had, in many ways, become like a daughter to me. I had essentially assumed the role of a parent! Of course, that inspired more internal conflict. Kristen had been quite determined that we would become sexually involved. I wasn’t against the idea, but realizing that I also felt quite fatherly toward her, would I also succumb to engaging sexually? The rational part of my mind argued that I shouldn’t. The rest of my mind argued that it was inevitable.

It took longer than I liked to search the pharmacy area, but when we got back into the main part of the store, I led Kristen through those aisles, too. We found a dark-colored school backpack, and I had Kristen take it. She stuffed her finds from the pharmacy into it. Near the center of the store, we found some clothing scattered on the floor.

Both of us picked through that. Kristen found a large, black hoodie. She held it up and looked questioningly at me. I nodded. Without any attempt to hide herself, Kristen stripped off the t-shirt before putting the hoodie on. It hung almost to her knees. When I found a pair of leggings, I held those out to Kristen.

At first, she shook her head but eventually relented when I shook them at her and pointed to the light skin of her legs. She put them on but had to tie a knot in the elastic waistband to keep them up. They were also too long for her short stature, but she made do.

I was leading Kristen back to the door we had come in through when she grabbed my arm, stopping us. She directed me to shine the red beam of light along a shelf and on products on the floor. I saw packages of tampons and pads. Kristen picked up several boxes of tampons but used her hand on my wrist to get me to move the light. She knelt down and picked up a clear package. Inside the package was what looked like a translucent silicone cup with a rather thick rim and a long piece of silicone extending from the bottom end of the cup. I read the label that said, “menstrual cup size 1”. Kristen put it in her pack but kept looking. Soon, she let out a sigh and put another one of the cups into her pack. When I looked at her in askance, she just smiled shyly and shrugged.

By the time we made it back out of the store, I could see that the eastern skyline over the mountains was getting lighter. We needed another place to hole up for the night, and it would be dangerous to stay in a store of any kind. Kristen stayed close behind me, copying my stalking movements while I searched for a good location.

Set back from the alley and fronting a cross street, there was a two-story building that had its back door slightly ajar. The door didn’t look damaged at all, so I led Kristen inside. There was a short hallway leading to a glass front, but on my left was a stairwell. Using hand signals, I told Kristen to stay put just inside the door.

Taking it slow, I made my way up the stairs, where I found another lobby-type area. It was rather small and just had one desk and a few cheap chairs like you find in waiting rooms everywhere. On the desk was quite a lot of paperwork and several thick folders. There was letterhead printing on the papers indicating that we had found a law firm’s office.

I left the lobby to look inside the two offices. Both were empty. The floors had thick carpeting that looked fairly clean. They had several file cabinets, and each office had a utilitarian desk. I examined the doors and found that each one had locks, too. Thick curtains covered the windows behind each desk. The place looked fairly secure, and it was doubtful that anyone would see the place as a raiding opportunity.

I went back downstairs. Kristen hadn’t moved an inch, and I felt proud of her ability to take direction and stick to it. After examining the door, we had come through. I found the pebble in the doorframe that had kept the door from closing all the way. I took that out and let the door close fully. I heard the latch click and hoped that it had also locked. Kristen followed me back up the stairs, and I chose the office on our right.

I led Kristen inside and then turned to close and lock the door. When I turned back, Kristen had set her pack on the carpet and was shimmying out of the leggings. I watched as she got those off and then pulled the hoodie up and over her head. She stood there looking at me, totally naked.

I sucked in a slow breath and then let it out before getting close to the young woman. “Whispers only. Why are you not wearing your clothes?”

“They don’t fit. My shirt is in my pack, though, but it’s easier for us to have sex naked, right?” she whispered back at me. Her tone didn’t hold any indecision, just curiosity.

I let out a sigh. “We’re not having sex, Kristen. Please put something on.”

Now, Kristen did look distressed. “But I’m your girl, right? You’re taking me with you, right?”

Her obvious fear got to me. “Of course, you’re coming with me if you still want to. Kristen, please understand you never need to offer sex in return for anything.”

“I can come with you on your boat? Where you’re always going to be naked?”

“Well, yes. But we aren’t there yet, and we have to always be ready to run, hide, or fight until we’re away from shore. A long way away from shore. You can’t do that very well naked. Not here, on shore, in town.”

Kristen studied my face, and her expression softened rapidly. “Yeah, OK. I’ll put my shoes and the hoodie back on. I can run and hide that way, and you can still have sex with me since I won’t have pants in the way.”

I set my pack down and got out of my gear while Kristen put her hoodie and sneakers back on. It gave me a few seconds to try and get my head straight. I went to sit on the carpet under the window with my back against the wall. Kristen, now somewhat dressed, sat right beside me with her legs straight out and the bottom hem of her hoodie at her waist.

I got six more energy bars out of my pack and handed three of them to Kristen. She somehow managed to get even closer to me as she took them. While we both tore into those, my mind was whirling. I needed to address Kristen’s almost constant obsession with sex.

“Kristen, why on Earth are you always pushing me to have sex with you?” I whispered.

Kristen looked at me while chewing. When she swallowed, she pulled the hem of her hoodie up past her waist and pointed to her crotch. “That’s the only thing I have, Joe. If you don’t want it, then there’s no reason for you to keep me!”

By the time she got that last frightened statement out, Kristen’s chin was quivering, and tears had begun to stream out of her eyes and down her cheeks. On impulse, I put my arm around her slender shoulders and hugged Kristen tight to my side. Kristen buried her face against my chest and swung her legs over my thighs. Soon, she was sitting on my lap, crying quietly, but her whole body shook with sobs.
I held the young woman, my left hand around her shoulders and my right one on her thigh. “Shhh, Kristen. I won’t just abandon you. We’ll escape this place together.” I said in the gentlest manner I could manage.

Kristen wrapped her arms around me and held on. Against my chest, she said, “I can’t fight. I’m too little to do any good. I don’t have a gun, so I can’t help kill people that want to hurt us. The only thing I can do is beg you to use this.” She pulled my right hand to her crotch and held it there against her bald pubic area and smooth vulva. She clamped her thighs onto my hand.

I didn’t try to remove my hand. “Kristen, sex is not all you have. Can you cook?”

Kristen nodded. “Do you know how to shoot?”

Kristen again nodded. “My dad used to take me when he went deer hunting sometimes. He taught me to shoot his rifles and shotgun.”

I pressed her soft vulva. “Then you have a lot more than this to offer. You and I are in this together. The two of us will make it and stay together. One day, if we find a good, safe place, you can find a young man your own age and live a happy life, Honey.”

I started to slide my hand out of her crotch, but Kristen held it firmly in place. Then, she used her other hand to take my left wrist and move my left hand under her hoodie to her soft little, barely budding breast. She lifted her face from my chest and looked into my eyes. “There aren’t any good safe places, Joe. Right here is the safest and best place left. Here on your lap, in your arms. You protect me. You feed me. You hold me when I cry. You’re like a father or good uncle, Joe.”

I planted a soft kiss on her forehead. “A father wouldn’t have his hands on his daughter’s crotch or breast, Kristen.”

“A really good one would. Especially if he and his daughter were gonna be all alone on a boat for a really long time, and both of us are gonna be naked the whole time.”

I very lightly rubbed my fingertip over her little nipple. “Being naked doesn’t mean sex has to be involved.”

“But it will. I can feel your thing. It’s hard and stiff. That means you want sex with me.”

I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “It’s called a penis, and just because it gets hard does not mean I need sex.” This time, I used more force against Kristen’s hold on my hands and moved both to safer spots.

Kristen studied my face. “I always thought it did.”

I stifled a chuckle. “Well, it doesn’t. Now, we need to get some sleep. The marina isn’t far, and we need to be rested. Just getting to my boat might take a lot of time and effort.”

“Can I sleep with you? No sex! Just be really close?” she asked.

Again, my heart went out to her. “Sure, Honey.”

I slowly lay on my side, and Kristen lay down with me. She kept her hoodie hiked above her waist and pushed her small bottom into my pelvis. We lay spooned, and I felt like a hole in my heart that I didn’t know existed was slowly being filled. When Kristen gently took hold of my hand and slid my palm to her breast under the hoodie again, I didn’t resist. Instead, I gently caressed her, letting my fingertip lightly slide over her little nipple.

Kristen’s head came just under my chin, and I put my free arm under my head as my pillow. For a while, I lay there, just enjoying having the young woman in my arms, thinking about our immediate future. We still had a short distance to travel through dangerous streets to get to the marina. There was a greater likelihood that we wouldn’t make it than we would. Then, I had to get us both onto my boat and out of the marina–another highly dangerous task.

I debated whether or not I should even allow Kristen to be subjected to that. The area we would need to sneak through was probably going to have activity even in the pre-dawn hours. But what else could I do and keep the girl safe? Kristen hadn’t been wrong when she told me there were no safe havens for her. I was it.

So, as Kristen’s breathing slowed in slumber, I kissed the top of her head, held her small breast, and prayed that God would look over us both.

As in the previous nights, I would come awake after an hour or so of sleep. My handheld GPS unit kept me apprised of the time. Each time I woke up, I extricated myself from Kristen so I could peer out of the side of the curtain over the window to check the streets. Nothing caused me any alarm, and I would carefully put myself right back where I had been laying, my hand going right back to Kristen’s small breast, for another hour or so of sleep.

At about two AM, I again moved away from Kristen. Looking out the window, I didn’t see any movement, and I didn’t hear any gunshots near or far. I shook Kristen’s shoulder. Her eyes flew open in panic, but her expression softened when she saw me in the red light from my flashlight.

“OK, this is the morning we get to the boat, Kristen,” I whispered.

She gave me a small smile. “Thank you for holding me all night, Joe.”

“Thank me later, Honey. Things will probably be a lot more dangerous this morning. We’re very close to the marina now, and we’ve got to get there, then to a hole in the fence, out to our boat, and then sneak the boat out of the marina. We have to be silent and unseen.”

“You’re gonna use that rifle with the silencer?” She asked, eyeing my air rifle.

“If I need to.” I unstrapped the AR from my pack. “Do you know how to use one of these?”

“My dad had one like that. He took me to the range and let me shoot it there.” She responded.

I handed the AR to Kristen and watched as she pulled the bolt, looking to see if it had a round in the chamber. It always did. Then Kristen pressed the magazine release and checked that it was full. When she pushed the magazine back into place, she checked the safety. I was impressed. Her actions weren’t the smooth actions of someone who had spent hours upon hours with the rifle, but she had managed well.

“Look through the scope, Kristen.” I instructed as I pressed a button on the scope to activate the night vision.

“Oh! I can actually see through it.” She exclaimed in a whisper.

“Yes, but it’s limited to less than one hundred yards. The scope is sighted to fifty. Do not fire that rifle unless I tell you to, or our lives are truly in danger. My air rifle is almost totally silent, and I’ve got enough air in the tank for thousands of shots. If there’s shooting to be done, I’ll be the one doing it.”

Kristen nodded soberly and got to her feet. She propped the AR against the wall so she could put her leggings and pack on before taking up the rifle again.

The alley behind the building was clear. An occasional gunshot still sounded in the distance, but I didn’t hear any disturbing sounds close by. I checked behind me and saw that Kristen was holding the AR in a decent low ready, the barrel pointed down and away from me, her finger outside of the trigger guard.

Slowly, ever so slowly, I led Kristen through abandoned alleys toward the frontage road. We had to move down a side street to get to the frontage road that ran along the shoreline and marina. Less than half a block from the intersection ahead, I put Kristen in a doorway and had her hunker down. She seemed to have a good understanding of how to make herself even smaller and less visible.

The stores at the intersection, on either side of the small side street, were glass-fronted. I eased up alongside the brick facade of one building until I could see through the glass corner of the building across the street and peer around the corner of the one on my side of the street.

Hunkering down, I watched and waited and waited. The worst mistake I could make now would be to get into a hurry and expose Kristen to some random patrol. So, I stayed put. It might have been a half hour, or it might have been over an hour; I didn’t check, but I heard them long before I saw them.

Two men with rifles slung from their shoulders and handguns in holsters on their hips were strolling on the sidewalk of the frontage road across the street. They were not on alert and walked as if they didn’t have a care in the world.

“Stupid slut actually said we couldn’t fuck her brains out because she was on her own boat! By the time I got in that cunt, she had been fucked senseless and probably swallowed a gallon of jizz too.” One of the men said with a laugh.

“Oh, I remember her! Tall brunette with short hair? Didn’t she go fishin’ the other day?” the other one asked as they got closer.

“Yep, made for good chum. She was worn out. The new girls are still kinda tight enough for good fuckin, but they’ll be chum too.”

“Man, this shit is a man’s dream come true! Thousands of sluts just ripe for the takin’ and fuckin’ and dumpin’.”

I had seen and heard more than enough. These were seriously fucked up gangsters. I got onto my belly and just waited with my rifle at my shoulder. They kept up their trash talk of rape and murder.
When they cleared the corner of the glass-fronted store, both stopped to take a look down the side street. The first shot was easy. I squeezed my trigger, and a dark dot appeared in the center of the farthest man’s forehead. He dropped like a stone.

The other man watched his partner drop with his mouth agape. He hadn’t heard the action of my rifle nor the nearly silent release of high-pressure air when I took the shot. I set my crosshairs on his head and followed with it as he knelt down by his patrol partner.

“Dude! What the fu…” is as far as he got before my next pellet entered his temple, and he fell forward over the other body.

Two more total scum were removed from the planet. Did I feel good about just killing them from the shadows? Absolutely! In this case, I felt no remorse for being judge, jury, and executioner.

I slunk back along the side street and collected Kristen, who had seen it all. She didn’t seem to be afraid of me and followed me as I led us farther south. The marina was close. I slowed us down even more, taking time to study our surroundings in even greater detail. Using just hand gestures, I made sure that Kristen understood that she should also be studying everything she could see.

With no electrical service, the streets were dark. However, a lone lantern shone just behind the sliding gate for the marina, and I stopped us on the side street that led to the huge parking lot.

I had to remove my NVGs in order to see because the lantern light overpowered them. Using the scope of my rifle, I saw four men and one woman in the light of the lantern. The men were all armed except for one, who had his pants around his ankles while he plowed into the one woman while she was on her hands and knees in front of him.

I felt Kristen lay beside me and looked over. She was also looking through the scope of her rifle. I made a quick check and found that she had her trigger finger well outside of the trigger guard of her rifle, and the safety engaged. Smart young lady.

The people were less than one hundred feet away. The three men, not engaged in fucking looked alert. They kept scanning the street and the docks beyond. However, their night vision would be wrecked by the light from their lantern.

After a minute, the man fucking the woman pulled away and pulled up his pants. One of the other three men handed him a rifle and went to kneel behind the woman on her hands and knees. He dropped his pants and was soon plowing into the woman.

I looked at Kristen and tapped her shoulder. When she looked at my face, I mouthed, “Gang girl?” Kristen nodded, then put her eye back to her scope. I also resumed watching the guards at the gate.

“Quiet out here.” I heard one of the men say.

Another laughed. “Other than her grunts and him pounding away, not a sound.”

“Hey, bitch, good thing that cunt of yours is still tight! Keep it that way, and it might be a while before ya go fishin’ with us.” Another said a bit louder.

I heard the woman whimper, but she didn’t say anything. The two men on patrol I had killed just a short while ago had been talking about using women and then dumping them into the ocean. These men seemed to be of the same mindset.

I needed a diversion that would capture the attention of the rest of the gang. The hole in the chainlink fence was a few hundred yards south, but it wasn’t so far away that Kristen and I couldn’t be seen or heard as we got through it. The four guards lying dead would certainly provide cover for us.

After getting Kristen’s attention again, I indicated my intentions. She looked worried but nodded to me before slowly moving backward. When Kristen was no longer right beside me. I placed the crosshairs of my rifle on the ribcage of the man humping away on the woman. His head was moving too much for a reliable shot.

I pushed the selector switch on the air rifle to auto and squeezed off five shots. The man humping the woman grunted and then fell forward onto the woman. My heart/lung shot had probably nicked his heart.

“Dayem, asshole! Just cause ya shot yer wad ain’t to reason to crush the bitch.” One of the other men said loudly. I switched back to semi-auto and placed my crosshairs on the temple of a man standing sideways to us, and squeezed my trigger. The man dropped where he had stood.

Quickly, I lined up shots on the other two men and let loose. The woman screamed as she scrambled out from under the first man I had shot. Since my air rifle was so quiet, I doubted that anyone farther than a few feet from me had heard anything. They certainly hadn’t heard any sound similar to a firearm going off.

Staying on my belly, I moved farther into the shadows quickly. Kristen was squatted down, watching the marina gate area. When I got to my feet, she quickly followed suit. “OK, let’s hustle!” I whispered as I put my NVGs back over my eyes.

Kristen kept pace as I moved out as quietly as possible down the parallel street. We had to get to the hole in that fence quickly, get through the fence, find a way to get to my boat undetected, and then get my boat untied and moving. I could only hope that the distraction held long enough.

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