Another...Wild day

"Er, are you guys finish now?" Paul clears his throat and stood up from his seat.

"If you want to join the band, then ought to give it your all. Tomorrow, when the dawn touches the skies, allow us to train you and Clinton in order for you guys to survive." He continued, as he lights up another cigar on his mouth and walked away without a single word. His eyes were voided with enthusiasm, but the dreadful seriousness, from the words he had uttered, was enough to tingle our hearts.

"Yes, sir!" I gave him my thanks and saluted with my right hand.

Paul glances behind for the last time and vividly cracks up a smile. He then resumes from his stride and slowly exited the room, while gently sliding the door back from its enclosed state.

The room was left with nothing but silence and the gentle breeze of the cold night had succumb their way towards the surfaces of our skin, adamantly holding each of our follicles in a soothing-like manner.

"You guys should rest for tonight." Venice remarks, and soon took the cups away from the table, towards the sink.

"Oh, it's already that late, huh?" I nonchalantly replied whilst gazing towards her body, who was constantly moving inside the room. Delighted from the climax we had experienced, I giddily hopped my way besides Venice and helped her from her chores.

Our eyes met for a second but was immediately eluded. She was still embarrassed from the head pat she had given me, which was evident from the reddish hue painted on her cheeks.

"D-Don't stay up too long, okay?" She abruptly wipes up her sweat and stumbled clumsily from her posture.

"You too" I beckon, as I walked towards the entrance and opened the door.

"Thank you" Her eyes were still sunken in embarrassment from before. Despite her desires of burrowing her face beneath her hands, she still had managed to act prudent in the face of mine. She was this sort of woman who wishes for a little sister by her side, aiding her throughout every matter she has. Realising her distant dream, she was snapped back from reality and unintentionally curls up a smile. Noticing her actions, she hurdles towards the door and waved us goodbye.

That reminds me of something… RIGHT, CLINTON!

The boy next door was missing in action. And here I thought we had an exclusive meeting that could change the entire world.

I shifted my gaze towards the man in question, who I am assuming is DILIGENTLY seeking further data without any possible restraints. He had been sitting on the computer for the entire duration of the conversation, excluding Paul's threatened gun pointed towards both of us awhile back.

I leisurely sneaked my way towards his back and landed a karate chop right beneath his skull. With half of my force used from the chop, my mission to distract Clinton from his computer had finally received its golden success.

"LADY, WHAT'S GOTTEN INTO YOU? I WAS IN THE MIDDLE OF SOMETHING!" His loud outburst and hysterical demeanour had made my night extraordinary. No money can purchase his truly…wonderful, frighten, reaction.

"Gotcha! Have you been listening from the entire conversation we just had?" I tilted my face and crossed my arms in a bitch-like manner, hoping for him to take a hint of what I was about to say; which was nay at the moment.

"Yeah, about Grey? Vaccine? Cure? Whatever" He spins his chair once again and went straight back to the computer like nothing had happened.

I pulled the lever and decreased the chair's height, making him more irritable as he is right now.

"Stop. It" He latches out a soft growl so immensely…stupid for him to do.

Mocking him once more, I began re-enacting his previous tune with utmost Idiocracy.

"Will you cut that out?"

"WiLl yOu cUt tHaT Out"

"Stop it"

"sTOp IT"

"I swear to god that I will punch you in the face and you'll wish you didn't have any"

"Try it, dweeb"

He soon cut to the chase and changes the subject.

"Anyway, check this out" He soon toggles my attention towards the illuminating computer screen. The image reflecting from the monitor was the exact image where the explosion happened from the New York City Laboratory, which was formerly resided by the three great modern scientists. At first glance, the photograph itself didn't had any odd features on the background, but later on Clinton pointed out one particular unidentified object lurking in the fray.

It was the similar vines entangled from the zombies we had fought with. Instead, the vines across the ignition weren't damaged nor brunt, rather they were bathe inside the scorching flames. Water beats fire, fire beats plants, and these were the common rules of Mother Nature. But an undead parasite could be seen crawling its way towards the surface, outside from the mist of smoke created from the wildfire.

"Bizarre" I murmured, seemingly amused from the tiniest detail that Clinton had perceived.

"Here's my theory. What if, James was still alive?" Clinton puts his index finger unto his mouth and steadily bits his fingernails from anxiety.

James could be either the worst undead humanity could face off, or an intellectual being that join our justful side. It was a gamble played by both our lives and our hope, residing from the palms of 'its' hands.

"Whatever happens, happens" And thus we concluded our night.

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"RISE AND SHINE, SLEEPY HEADS"

"dqwiodbodbdo"

Venice's yell hurriedly tossed me awake from my deep and heavy slumber. Although, honestly, I was still half-asleep despite her vigorous alarm, but her ROBUST wobbles had kept me driven at bay. My tender and stiff shoulders transformed into twigs, which was currently shaken by a monke-

"You just thought I was a monkey, didn't you?" Venice leans down breadths away my face. I could even feel the shallow…wait, abrupt respiratory breaths parallel to my nose, it'll be irregular, even alarming, from how I'm breathing right now.

"No. No, I didn't" I rapidly shook my head, still eyes closed, not even daring to perceive the angered being in front of my face.

"Good. Breakfast is ready. Join us on the fields afterwards." She pulls away my blanket and casted it aside. The beaming chills of the cool morning breeze came rushing towards my body, which made me unconsciously shiver in peril.

"F-freezing" I stated and hurriedly locate the tossed fabric around me.

Suddenly, Venice pounces right on top of me, pinning me down similarly from a professional wrestler; passionately…

"Do you want me to warm you up?" She said, as she slowly licks her mouth in a seductive manner.

I automatically gulped from the twisted events WHICH WAS NOT supposed to happen!

"Uh, Venice, what are you doing?" Confused, I froze blankly at the woman who was in the apex of her primitive instincts of…mating, apparently.

"Nothing" She began sliding her fingers, beginning on my abdomen, upwards closely to my aroused nipples of my breast. Soon after, she slowly found her way from my soft chest and earnestly fondled it in a gentle manner.

"Ah~ ugh~ Venice…Stop…It…feels weird" I couldn't help but release a soft moan from the sensation felt from the playful hands of Venice. She then teases my stiffed nipples, pulling and stretching it meekly like a toy.

Her hands started to feel adventurous, and found its way towards the surface of my shorts, gradually touching my vagina. Although, I couldn't directly feel the stroke of her fingers, sliding forward and back. The presence of being touched had kept me nullified from anything apart from the euphoria of the orgasm.

"You wet yourself" She gave off a demonic smile, much similar from a succubus. Her face says it all that she had wanted more, but a knock from the door had unfortunately interrupted her…private matter with me.

"Fleur, get up. The steaks tastes good. I'll meet you downstairs" Clinton's voice echoed at the other side of the door. His voice was slightly inaudible from the continuous munching of the tender meat going in through his mouth.

"Time's up. We should get going" She said, as she quickly gets off from her valuable position and fixes her elegant pixie cut hair.

My eyes were glued from the unrivalled beauty of Venice. Her slim curvature body, her profound boobs, and her attractive looks can turn any men baffled from the goddess standing in my room.

"Shall we?"

"Y-yeah"

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"For the warm-ups, you lots need to run around the for 50 times"

"50 TIMES?!"

We both shouted coherently from the unfeasible demands of Paul, who'll be today's instructor.

"Yes. Whoever falls out will do exactly 20 squat-jumps"

*Gulped*

My body was physically fit, not until this old gramps showed up and ruined my entire muscles in the body. Currently, we had roughly ran around 20 times, but the endless panting of our lungs, grasping for air, had already reached its limits.

Clinton was the first to lay down on the green grassy ground.

"No…please…wait…I can still…manage" His expressions differs his claim.

His whole body was soaking wet, like a helpless duckling drenched in the rain.

"Guess it can't be helped, ey? DROP AND GIVE ME 20!"

The last thing we knew was our soul escaping from the horrible hell of Paul's fiendish training.