LOGINThe attack came two nights later, just after second watch change.Elena was on the north balcony with Sophie when the first shot took out the perimeter light on the east wall. The sound was sharp and close enough that her shoulders jerked before her mind caught up. Sophie dropped flat. Elena followed a half-second later, rifle already coming up, heart slamming so hard she felt it in her teeth and the tips of her fingers.More shots. Different calibers. Someone yelling inside the house. Then the generator cut out with a dying whine and the whole building went dark except for the red emergency strips Brennan had installed along the baseboards months ago like he’d been expecting this exact night.“East courtyard,” Sophie said into her radio. Static answered, then Daniel’s voice, tight and low: “Multiple contacts. They’re testing the gate.”Elena moved. Hallways she’d walked a hundred times felt wrong in the red dark, longer and narrower. People brushed past her carrying weapons and kids
They got back on the fourth morning with less than they’d hoped for and more tension than the packs could hold.The industrial yards had been picked over harder than the maps suggested. They’d still found usable batteries, a crate of canned protein, two working radios, and a locked cabinet of medical supplies that made Malik press both hands over his mouth like he might cry. It should have felt like a win. It didn’t. The three days of forced proximity had sanded something raw between her and Nate and neither of them knew how to cover it back up without making it worse.The house felt it immediately.Elena saw it in the way conversations paused when she and Nate walked through the same doorway. In the way Tara’s smile went sharp and thin around the edges. In the way Cole nodded at her once across the courtyard and then made a point of turning away like he’d seen something contagious. People had been treating their divorce like background noise, something already settled. Now it was sta
They left at first light with packs that felt too heavy and a silence that felt worse.Sophie walked upfront. One of the brothers — the quieter one, Daniel — took rear. Elena and Nate ended up in the middle because Brennan had assigned it that way and nobody argued with Brennan when he used that particular voice. The industrial yards were three days out if nothing went wrong. Nobody said the second part out loud.The first day was mostly walking and watching. Streets that used to take twenty minutes by car now took hours. They cut through parking structures and the backs of strip malls that still had the skeletons of old sales banners hanging off the sides. Once they had to wait flat on a roof while a group of six moved past on the street below, talking too loud, laughing like they still thought numbers made them safe. Elena kept her eyes on the back of Nate’s neck the whole time and hated that she still knew the exact way his shoulders sat when he was tense.They barely spoke to each
He waited two days.Elena almost convinced herself he hadn’t cared. The house continued its routines with the grim efficiency of people who understood that grief was a luxury measured in calories and ammunition. Watch shifts rotated on the whiteboard. Ration counts were updated in Brennan’s careful handwriting. A tense argument broke out in the dining room about whether to send another run toward the highway overpass; Brennan shut it down with three sentences and a look that made the brothers back off without further comment. Life, or what passed for it, went on. The dead were listed. The living made lists of their own.On the second night she came back from the north balcony watch a little after midnight and heard the sounds.They were coming from the sitting room on the east side. The one with the heavy doors that never shut right and the sofa that still had the faint wine stain from the night she’d thrown a glass during that stupid fight about counseling.Low voices.Then the sound
The scavenging run was supposed to be simple.Brennan sent four of them to a pharmacy two miles east that satellite maps still showed as unlooted: Elena, Cole, Malik, and a quiet man named Ruiz who had been a contractor before the world decided contractors were optional. The streets were emptier than they had been the week before. That should have been comforting. Instead it felt like the city was holding its breath, waiting to see who would be stupid enough to move first.They moved in a loose diamond, weapons up, speaking only when necessary. The pharmacy’s front glass was already shattered. Inside, the air smelled of spilled syrup and dust and the sweet rot of things that had been left too long. They worked fast — antibiotics, bandages, trauma dressings, a few bottles of usable alcohol, whatever painkillers hadn’t been cleaned out by the first wave of people who still believed medicine could save them. Elena’s hands remembered the motions from the early days when she and Nate had s
By morning she had a working understanding of the hierarchy.There were fourteen people in the mansion, not counting herself. Nate had opened the gates early, before the roads became a shooting gallery, and a mixed collection of the desperate and the useful had found their way inside. Some had been his employees. Some had been neighbors with the right last names and the right kind of fear. A few had simply been armed and convincing enough at the gate that turning them away would have cost more than letting them in.The man who set the rules was called Brennan. Late fifties, silver at the temples, the kind of calm that came from having already decided who lived and who didn’t long before the rest of the world caught up. He ran the daily briefings in the dining room like it was still a place with schedules and consequences. Nate deferred to him in public. Elena noticed that detail on the first morning and filed it away with everything else she was learning about the new shape of power.
I didn’t go home right away.I walked for almost an hour with cum leaking down my thigh and the video burning a hole in my phone. My legs felt shaky. My pussy was still throbbing from how hard he’d fucked me. Every step reminded me what I’d just done.I fucked my ex’s dad. In a club bathroom.And I
I woke up with a slight headache and a very wet pussy.Memories from last night flooded in immediately — my tits out, begging my stepfather to fuck me, his tongue buried deep inside me while I screamed “Daddy.” My face burned with embarrassment… but my body was burning with something much stronger.
NoraI used to think love would save me.Three years of my life went into Asher like I was building something that would last. I covered for him when he fucked up with the elders. I stayed up with him after brutal training sessions, rubbing the knots out of his shoulders while he talked about how o
Kevin stared at me for a long moment, his cock still buried deep inside my cum-filled pussy. His expression had changed — the gentle, careful stepfather was fading fast.“You understand what you’re asking for, right?” he asked, his voice low and rough. “If I put a baby in you, that child is going t







