It was the first time, Hunter and Rain had a chance to be alone. Hunkered down behind a hastily constructed plywood blind, they watched the road. If they saw a hoard of zombies shuffling towards the neighborhood, they would warn everyone of an attack. But, they saw only a lone directionless zombie here and there.
After spending so much time gardening, building defenses, and killing the dead, they were both tired. In other assignments, they had a few chances to exchange glances, smiles, and winks. Rain knew he wanted to connect with her and she had seen him shirtless on a cleanup detail. She thought he felt the same way. He had seen the way he looked at her as she planted seedlings.
At first Hunter didn't say much, but Rain got the conversation started. In just a few minutes, they were talking easily. Rain had never felt so connected. After all they had seen since the end of the world, they both needed to talk. Soon they touched. It was electric. There was a spark. Soon they were holding hands. He caressed her cheek. They kissed. She had never felt so alive. Soon they were doing everything young lovers could do. They did everything except watch for zombies.
Today, Hunter and Rain are still together. Out there. Somewhere. Wandering the world with a ripped bodice and no pants.
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Wednesday, November 6, 2019
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