Minority Chapter 4

Oct 12, 2012 02:42

Fell behind on uploading my fic here. This is part of a mass up load:

Minority chapter 4

Charles jumped awake and looked around. The last thing he remembered was getting jumped by a group of survivors near the gas station. He looked around, the light was dim but he gathered that he was inside the main mall - one of the department stores. He looked over and tied up next to him was Katherine and the rest of the group. Robin was sobbing quietly - the gag between her teeth soaked with tears and spit.

"Kathy. What's happening?" he asked. He was answered by a slap in the face.

"Silence while I'm talking!" A man barked at him. "The world has gone mad. People eating people. People killing people. We must survive by any means. If we eat people too the dead ones will leave us alone. We will survive by embracing the new norm!" he shouted. There was a small group of people behind him that cheered after his speech. They were all wearing dingy gray cloaks that were smeared with old blood. Charles didn't need to hear the whole speech to know the guy was crazy. Mischa had told him about survivors that went off the deep end - so far gone that they started eating people just like the walkers. Their way of coping with things. Cannibals. Mischa had escaped a gang of them in Pennsylvania. It seemed this group was suffering from the same psychosis. He moved to Robin and stroked her face with the back of his hand. "Do not cry child, you are innocent and therefore you will be spared. You will get to join our glorious society."

"Ha!" Peaches laughed out loud and he looked at her sharply.

"You dare laugh at me, fat fornicator." He said. "You're guilty of three sins. Skin, black like the devil. Corpulent, greedy, cow - plump from gluttony. Screwing a man not your husband."

"So 'marry us', oh great one." She said sarcastically. Merle stared at her - the woman just did not know when to keep her mouth shut. She was about to be eaten by cannibals and she was taunting their leader. He backhanded her and Merle felt a surge of rage. Screw being cautious he was going to stomp that bastards face in.

"Sir, we caught the one who fled." Two men announced as they dragged Wyatt into the dim light.

"Coward, you will be devoured first!" the leader said.

"No. No!" Wyatt pleaded.

"You rat bastard. You ran without warning us these freaks were out here!" Katherine yelled.

"You're next!" He said pointing at her.

"Robin don't cry, honey. It'll all be over soon." Mischa whispered to her. Robin continued and Mischa noticed her eyes flick to the leader for a moment. The other cannibals were busy making a fire and tying up Wyatt. Robin looked at Mischa and showed her she managed to get her hands free. She kept pretending to cry as she moved slowly over to Mischa. She cut her free with the small pocketknife she had used on her own restrains and they moved to free the others. Another stroke of good luck found them close to their confiscated weapons. They watched as the cannibals carried Wyatt close to the fire.

"Shit" Merle cursed. The man was a prick but he didn't deserve to be eaten. He took Mischa's gun and fired it into the air. The cannibals screamed and scattered in a panic at the loud noise. The leader tried to get them back under control but they trampled through the fire in their chaos. The flames spread quickly - catching on their cloaks and soon the room was filled with smoke. Merle managed to cut Wyatt free and push him towards the others. They found an emergency exit and bolted from the building.

It was night out. And when they were almost to the trucks a herd of walkers seemed to come out of nowhere - drawn by the fire and the screams inside the store. While Robin and Charles went to get the trucks started the others held off the walkers. Some of the cannibals made it outside and were blindsided by the walkers. Screaming louder and drawing more attention as they were torn apart. Merle laughed at the irony and brought his knife down on the forehead of a female walker.

"Let's get the hell out of here!" Peaches yelled when she heard the trucks start. They all hoped in back as they sped out of the parking lot and on to the highway.

Wyatt was a bastard. Plain and simple. He had been bitten during their escape from the outlet mall and had hidden it for two days. Merle kicked himself for not noticing it before. But he thought the man had just lost track of his stash and was in the throws of withdrawal like he had been. The symptoms of dying from a walker bite were nearly indistinguishable. Sweating, groaning, fatigue, vomiting, irritability. Everyone thought the same. The girls and Charles had gone to a nearby lake to gather water to wash up, leaving Wyatt and Merle to keep watch of the trucks. Merle thought nothing of it when Wyatt came up to him on the tailgate.

"Hey. Finally sleep it off?" He asked, not looking up from his whittling. He was making a steak just for the hell of it. Their run in with the cannibals proving they needed more weapons that could be hidden under their clothes. Wyatt's reply was a long rasping gurgle. Merle whipped his head up at the sound and barely missed Wyatt's clumsy grab for him. He snatched up a nearby crowbar and slammed it into the back of Wyatt's skull before he could get up. He kept whacking until someone grabbed his arm.

"Merle!" Charles yelled right in his ear. He stopped and stood up - covered in blood and gore. The rest of the group staring at him warily. They had come back from the lake to find him in the middle of what he was doing.

"He…he was a walker." He gasped out. He was worried they wouldn't believe him. They looked down at Wyatt's corpse and his sickening gray skin was a dead give away. When he fell to the ground the old, gnarled bite on his ankle had been revealed. Katherine just sighed heavily.

"Let's find somewhere to stay for the night."

An hour had them just over the border to Georgia. A tiny, barely standing sign telling them they were in Rabun county. They took the first exit that promised a gas station and found it easy enough. They stumbled through siphoning the diesel out the underground tank. Tired and barely standing - running on the last of their adrenaline. Merle scoped out the food mart and found it free of walkers and nearly fully stocked. He gathered chips and Twinkies, sodas, and a few waters. The 'healthy' isle was relatively untouched. He picked up trail mix, crackers and granola bars. He smiled; he even managed to find some jerky. Packed full of preservatives - the package promised it didn't expire until next year. The hotdogs on the heating wrack had gone bad long ago. They made the place smell like a horrible fart.

"Merle!" Came a call from outside. He came out and Peaches smiled weakly at him. "We found a place to sleep." She led him next door. It looked like it was supposed to be a new development of town homes. But since the spread of the infection halted construction only one stood finished. They entered it slowly. Sweeping all four floors for signs of walkers. They found one, behind a tipped over desk in the garage. It looked like it was supposed to be the leasing office - the computer and papers that littered the ground had the same symbol as the construction company. She was easily taken out. Robin silenced her hissing with an arrow to the head. Merle hauled her outside and dropped her on the stoop to mask their scent and ward off other walkers.

To their much-needed luck, the finished town house was fully furnished - the 'move in ready' model for the complex. They pushed the refrigerator in front of the back door and made sure the garage door was locked securely. The front door was blocked with a China cabinet before they went up to the second level. The couch only slept one and Charles claimed it - flopping over the arm and kicking off his shoes with a sigh. The next level up had three rooms. Katherine called the 'mother in law suite' with an attached bathroom and Mischa and Robin took the one opposite it. Peaches watched Merle head up to the final level where the master bedroom was. He moved like he was exhausted, dragging his bag behind him by the strap and nearly tripping over his own feet. He spared a glance down at her before closing the door. She sighed in relief. As she faced the bed in her room the only desire she could muster was the desire to sleep.

The next day the streets were nearly flooded by a thunder storm. It had rolled in just after noon and drenched everything. It was just as well. None of them were eager to get back on the road. They put their containers outside and collected water. The gas station mini mart and the surrounding woods provided enough food. After day two of the down pour Merle and Robin went out and bagged some squirrels. They discovered the back porch had a built in propane grill and they cooked everything on it, instead of using the gas in the food truck. Mischa and Katherine swept the neighborhood and found there was a vineyard up the road. The grapes and muscadines were easy pickens. They scavenged a delivery truck and found that it still ran and had gas in it. Plus a small crate containing six bottles of Rabun's finest wine. They used it to cart back their haul before riding it around the rest of the small town.

A smaller town was better to settle in. Less chance of a huge swarm of walkers. In fact Robin and Merle picked off quite a few and used their corpses as a makeshift fence around the town house. There was about forty or more stumbling around inside the gated fields of the elementary school. But it was far enough away from their place that they let them be. The other residents looked like they had made it out. The old ranch houses were deserted save for a few more walkers that seemed to be stuck on stupid and unable to figure what was up with the water falling from the sky. There was one freaking out in a mud puddle and Katherine couldn't help but laugh at it. Thankfully they passed by in the truck without leading any of them back to the house. There were a few that wondered close while they were cooking. The smoke and smell from the grill drawing them into the complex. But when they met the line of bodies out front they stopped there. They took a few sniffs of the air before turning around and wandering off. Merle let out one of his triumphant 'whoops'. Now that they knew their 'body guard' worked they could stay longer.

They ate their meals at the table and laughed about how uncomfortable it felt. After months of eating off paper plates on the back of the food truck returning to what used to be the norm was bizarre. They had wine with dinner but not a lot. Merle had looked at it like he was expecting it to jump out the glass at him. Peaches assured him it was alcohol and after chugging his glass he said it was too sweet. Everyone called it a night, not wanting to leave the lanterns on too long. Upstairs had curtains to block the light but the dinning room had nearly no cover and it was only one floor up from street level. Thankfully it faced away from the street. All the same they retreated to their rooms. Katherine and Charles decided the living room was too open to sleep in and began sharing her room.

"You can have Peaches' digs from now on." Merle said as they all walked upstairs. Peaches felt like all eyes were on her instantly. "You're coming with me from now on, honey." Her cheeks tinted red when they all let out various hoots and hollers.

"I win. Pay up!" Charles said as he held out his hand. Katherine and Mischa sucked their teeth and handed over two little packs of M and M's. "Sweet."

"You guys were betting on us?" Peaches asked as she crossed her arms.

"Yeah." Katherine said with a roll of her eyes. "Who knew ol' Merle would wait a whole week and a half before making his move."

"Yeah, way to drag your ass, Merle." Mischa said sarcastically as she headed into her room with Robin. Peaches lifted an eyebrow at Charles as they both walked into her room. She gathered her few belongings and headed up with Merle.

"Good night." Katherine said in a singsong tone before she closed her door.

"Why did you wait so long?" Peaches asked. Glancing back at Merle as he climbed the stairs behind her. He tore his eyes away from her backside for a moment.

"Had to rest and get my strength up." He answered as he moved past her to get the door open. Peaches was surprised to find the room looked very much how she imagined it would. In the time they had spent there Merle had made himself at home. There was a squirrel pelt tacked to the wall. Motorcycle magazines scattered across the floor with several pairs of boots, jeans, black t-shirts and leather belts. All stuff she guessed he got from wandering around town. The magazines had to be at least six months old but Merle didn't seem to care. The bed was unmade - the plush comforter that had been on all the beds when they arrived was balled up in the far corner of the room with a few car parts on top of it. The pillows were still there with the top sheet but the dark wooden headboard was all scratched up - it looked like Merle had been carving things into before he went to sleep every night. The attached bathroom was a mess of muddy residue on nearly every surface. The rain had provided them with enough water to wash up nearly every night. Merle had accumulated quite a bit of dirt since he last bath - which had been a quick dunk in a lake nearly two weeks ago.

Merle put his lantern on the nightstand - scooting his knife out the way. Peaches put her bag on the bench at the foot of the bed - the only surface in the room that didn't have something of Merle's on it. She turned around when she heard Merle close the door. He just smiled at her and strut across the room to her. "Is this what you had in mind when we were at that outlet mall?" he asked as he looped his arms around her waist.

"Nice bed. Mood lighting. Squirrel pelts. Oh yeah, this is actually exactly what I was thinking." She said. Truth be told, the last guy she slept with had one of those wall scrolls with a tiger on it hanging in his room so the squirrel was pretty close.

"Smart mouth." Merle mumbled before he leaned down and kissed her. She moved her arms up his and circled them around his neck. It was more tame than their kiss at the strip mall but no less intense. Now he could take his time on her. He could map out her entire body. Log away the feel of her hair - it was curly and softer than pillow fluff. Black people were known for having coarse hair - something else he had been wrong about. But then again the only black person's hair he had ever touched was the afro of some punk drug dealer - Merle had grabbed his hair and slammed his face into the nearest wall when he tried to short change him. Later on he had been disgusted as he picked dark hairs from under his nails. Peaches' hair was nothing like that. He spent as much time as he could running his hand through it - surprisingly not snagging any tangles as he pulled his hand out.

Her lips were just as big as he remembered. When he pulled away for air they spread into a smile. He studied her features for a bit. He had never noticed before but her eyes slanted up a bit. They were bordered by long eyelashes that brushed his face when they kissed. She had a flat nose and round cheeks. For the first time in his life Merle actually found a black person attractive. He told her so as he smoothed his thumb over her skin. "You're a cute, cubby cheeked, darkie." He said. "You know that right?"

"And one might consider you handsome for a peckerwood." She replied as she tickled behind his ears.

"We're terrible people." He pointed out.

"Yeah… but who gives a shit." She shrugged. He smiled wide before kissing her again. That's what he loved most about Peaches. She didn't care. He could make all the racial jokes he knew - use every derogatory term he had learned from his grandfather and the Aryan brotherhood he had hooked up with in jail but Peaches did not give a fuck about that. She called him on his bullshit. She wasn't afraid to look him in the eye. And she had basically beaten her way into his good graces. He wanted her and she wanted him and that's all there was to it. He knew it, his dick knew it and if anyone questioned it he'd knock their teeth out. Merle took control for the first time in months and she let him. She had reached down to unbuckle his pants but he swatted her hands away. He pulled out of their embrace long enough to pull her tunic shirt over her head - followed by the pink tank top she had on underneath it. He stopped and looked at her bra for a second.

"Where'd you get this?" he asked. No way she had been wearing the lacey brazier the whole time. It didn't look worn in or dirty like the rest of her clothes. The little bows on the base of the straps were even intact.

"Oh, yesterday me and Charles went south of the school and found a little shopping area. They had an erotic cake store, a head shot and a lingerie store." She said as she gestured to her breasts. "I was just as surprised as you are that they had a double d in this." She looked at Merle when he made a little noise. He should've let her undo his pants when he had the chance - now it would prove to be a very difficult task. Staring down at her big tits in that lacey black material had made him hard as a rock. Touching it made him nearly cum in his pants. She seemed a little annoyed by his groping and let out an indignant little yelp when he planted his face in her cleavage and motor boated her.

"It had to be done." He told her as he unbuttoned her jeans. He backed her up to the bed and she sat down as he tugged the fabric off her legs. She reached back and unhooked her bra. Merle grinned as she slid it off slowly. She was teasing him and god damn it - it was working. He hadn't been this excited to see breasts since his very first time seeing them. Curiosity, being hard up for months and the smell of her skin added to his arousal. He tolerated her little strip tease and licked his lips in anticipation. When the straps were clear of her arms he snatched it from her and tossed it across the room. He moved to touch her and she suddenly jumped.

"That's cold." She said, referring to his hook. He didn't even realized he had touched her with it.

"Do you still have the hand?" he asked.

"Yeah but…" She started as she propped herself up on his elbows. "Just take that whole thing off." Merle sat back for a minute. "You're over dressed. Take everything off." His eye brows leapt up before he did. He shrugged off his vest, grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled it over his head while he toed his shoes off. His belt buckle was easy to snap open one handed. The button of his jeans was easier than it used to be. "Impressive." She said when he stepped out of his pants.

"I told you." He said with a smirk. He hesitated a bit before he started pulling at the straps of his cuff. It was easy to take off one handed but putting it back on would be nearly impossible. He slid it off and set it aside. The skin on his stump had started regaining its natural color although most of it was still darker from when he cauterized it. Peaches grabbed his wrist and pulled him on top her.

"Contemplate your navel some other time. You've got work to do." She smiled at him reassuringly. Letting him know it didn't bother her to see his mutilated arm. His remaining hand was a busy appendage. He could only squeeze one breast at a time but she didn't seem to care as he put his mouth over the other. Her nipples were just a few shades darker than her skin but they made his hand look positively white by comparison. When he saw his hand grope her brown skin he suddenly felt a thrill - like he used to when he knew he was doing something taboo. He knew there was nothing wrong with being with Peaches but the back of his mind still saw this as a no-no. A lesson beaten into him by his parents and the rural town where he was from: 'Don't mix with the mud races'. They had been wrong about everything so far. Peaches was educated, she wasn't a car thief and she certainly was not made out of mud. And if she was then she was without a doubt the most delicious mud Merle had ever tasted. "Ah! No teeth!" she gasped and gripped his shoulder.

"Hm?" He looked at her - pulling his mouth off her breast with a slight pop. "Don't tell me these huge things are sensitive."

"The bigger they are the more nerve endings they have. So yes, they are very sensitive." She said. He gave her a look. "You want me to get wet? No pinching and no teeth!" He rolled his eyes at her tone before going back to what he was doing. He was surprised to find that just using his tongue had more of an effect on her than using his teeth. Her nipples were hard in an instant and she was moaning above him. Her nails scratched the back of his neck - sending little tingles down his back. He slid his hand down her flat stomach and through her pubes. "Sorry. Had to fire the gardener." She said when his hand stilled.

"I like it." He panted. He teased her a bit, refusing to venture lower. He gently scratched his nails through it and she bucked into him. He really did like a full bush. He had a few women that completely shaved it off and it made him feel like a pedophile. Merle liked many things but 'little girl-looking pussy' wasn't one of them. "Nothing worse than looking down and seeing a bald coos." He mumbled.

"You're gonna see none at all if you don't move those fingers south." She huffed out impatiently. He just snorted and nudged her legs apart with his knees. She hissed when he pushed his digits down - only ghosting over her clit before pushed his index finger inside her.

"Shit, you were worried about being wet?" He asked as his finger practically swam deeper. He pulled it out and added another. He played in her for a bit, washing his index and middle finger in her juices before pressing them up.

"Oh…" She put her head back and purred. He slid his fingers out and put his hand on her hip - fully intent on flipping her on her stomach like he normally would with any other girl.

"What's wrong?" She asked when he hesitated.

"Nothing." He answered as he settled between her thighs. He wanted to know if everything was different about black women. So far everything was. White bitches liked to be bitten and teased - at least the ones he had bedded. So now he wanted to see her face - wondering what she would look like when he made her come. He might not get another chance to witness it. So he pumped himself a few times in his hand before pushing in.

"Oh… shit." The sensation of being inside her hit him like a punch in the gut. Not to mention the sound she made when he slide home. He held on to her hip for dear life, keeping absolutely still - he was sure if he moved an inch he'd black out. Keeping her still was a different task all together. He caught sight of her biting her knuckles before she arched up. "God damn it woman." He panted as he pulled back a little. "Hotter than hell…tight as fucking… fuck!" He looked down when she grabbed his biceps.

"Are you really… giving me flack when you got that fat bastard in me." She panted as she urged him to lean over her. He started pumping and she tossed her head back. "AH!" she screamed and sunk her nails into his skin. He was downright merciless, plunging into her at a quick pace for what seemed like an immeasurable amount of time. He knew he hit her spot when she stopped biting her lip and let her moans come out as loud as she wanted. "Fuck it's good…." Merle grinned when she sighed that out. She brought her hips up - arching in to him and bucking against him.

"Damn right." He grunted. He was starting to get winded. He eased down on top of her. His pace finally slowing down in favor of slower, deeper grinding into her.

"Merle…" He tried not to stop when she moaned his name but if he didn't pause for a second he would've been done for. She had never said his name like that. Usually when she did use his name it was to scold him or call him over to help her with something. It was so breathy, her voice a few pitches higher and filled with need. Oh such a needy tone - Peaches was never needy. Except now. She needed Merle to keep fucking her and he felt the same way. The room could be flooded with geeks right now and he wouldn't stop. Not until they were both satisfied. Which from the way her thighs were trembling against his sides wouldn't be long from now. Her nails were in his back now - pulling him against her harder. The only sound in the room was their labored breathing and the soft slap of his hips meeting hers. She was soaking him and the sheets below her. Damn if he didn't love the way she looked at him through her lashes. Or how she pulled him into a fierce kiss. She bit his bottom lip as she pulled away and it made him moan. Sent lightening bolts up and down his back and through every nerve in his body. All of sudden she clamped down around him and raked her nails down his back. "Ah!" she tossed her head back gasped. "Shit! Yes!"

Peaches' 'O' face was definitely worth seeing. Her thin brows knit together for a few seconds before all tension eased from her features. Her eyes fluttered open and she gave him a sated smile. She continued to moan as he pushed inside a few more times before pulling out completely. Merle knew he didn't look nearly as sexy as he pumped himself to completion. The only thing more thrilling than seeing his pale hand on her dark skin was seeing his cum on her stomach and pubes. "Jesus…Peaches." He sighed before he collapsed on top of her - his head landing right between her breasts. He didn't need to see her face to know she was a little annoyed that he wasn't going to move. He moaned when she started rubbing his neck and scalp - moving her finger tips in circles through his buzz cut. Before he fell asleep he heard her say something about getting him some sunscreen - how his shoulders were all spotted and sun burned.

The next morning Peaches woke up to more rain. The sky was dark and the white noise of the storm outside made her roll over and want to go back to sleep. The tantalizing thought of more sex crossed her mind as she lay there. She felt the bed next to her and jerked her head up when she realized she was alone. From how cold the sheets were Merle had been gone for a while. "Unromantic bastard." She said. As she sat up she felt something shift around her neck and looked down. Dangling there on a ball chain was a set of dog tags. She took it in her hand and read the engraving:

Dixon

Merle, J. ; AB+

032 50 1892

USMC; L

Christian

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