Page 6 of The Dire Legacy

If it wasn’t for his ears, he’d look like anyone else.

My fingers tingle wanting to run them through his short brown hair again. And the way he looked at me with his gray eyes, like he wanted to eat me.

He looks better than normal, and I want to touch him over and over. To trail my fingers down his broad chest and hug his lean waist against mine. Feeling him hard against my belly was enough to keep me up late. Conflict over his past, but obsession with trying to figure out a way to be a part of his future, kept me up all night with my own hands down my panties trying to relieve the pressure.

There has to be a way.

“Mikey?” I toss the empty canteen into the backseat and dig through the supply box to pull out some latrine rags. Toilet paper is a luxury.

When the population of the earth dropped to only ten percent of what it used to be before the virus, it isn’t exactly a priority any more for production.

He grunts at me.

I’ll take that as encouragement.

“I have to go. Can you watch my back?” There isn’t exactly a bathroom out here on the tarmac with us. Catching Aunt Elly’s eyes, I gesture to her with the rags and turn back to him.

He narrows his eyes and his ears flatten minutely against his head. “Yea, of course.” Pulling one of the shotguns off of the back of the truck, he slings it over his shoulder as he follows me away from everyone towards the terminal building.

I haven’t been alone with him since the barn.

Fear and longing war within me, both make my heart beat a little too fast.

Abandoned planes still sit at the gates, left in the same place for two and half decades. Knots of sagebrush and garbage cluster around the wheels and baggage carts.

A stark reminder that civilization was brought to its knees not long before I was born.

It’s hard to find a place that isn’t riddled with broken glass. Why did they build them out of so much? Doesn’t seem very safe. Living in a time before monsters would have been nice.

“This spot will work. I won’t be long.” Giving Mikey my best bored look, I gesture for him to stay as I step around a brick dividing wall. The glass panel has been shattered, but behind it is a wide room littered with wide chairs, benches and tables.

“Huh. Must have been some kind of break room or lounge.” Trailing my fingers through the heavy dust, I wander deeper into the musty time capsule. There isn’t a lot of evidence of the dogs here. Some places I’ve seen have been completely destroyed and filled with dried layers of shit.

This just looks, well, empty.

The magazines strewn around are still in readable shape. I’m tempted to grab a few to take back to the prison.

Wait. What is that?

A white box with a red cross on it hangs in the back of the room.

First Aid supplies are always needed. I bet there’s still stuff in there that is usable.

Stepping gingerly over some strewn papers, my fingers tighten around the cool metal as I try and pry it from the wall.

Shit. It’s really stuck.

Trying one more time, I brace my foot against the wall and tug. The box breaks free and I go hurtling backwards until I land hard against a hollow counter nearby.

It knocked the wind out of me and made a bunch of noise, but I have my prize.

Now, let’s see what’s inside.

“Are you okay?” Michael’s face is red as he runs into the room with his shotgun up and sweeping ahead of him.

“Um, yea. Besides my pride and my ass, I think I’m okay.” I try to flash him my best grin, but he scowls in return. Holding my arm up, I hope he reaches out to help me up.

A little surge of tingling works its way between my thighs at the thought.

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