Chapter 24
"As you can see, we've managed to make it as comfortable as possible given the circumstances." Sophia comments while she leads them through the garden surrounding the house.
The grounds themselves were meticulously maintained, with lush gardens and well-manicured lawns. There are even fruit trees bearing ripe apples and pears. In addition, there is a swimming pool surrounded by sun loungers and umbrellas. It was hard to believe that such a place existed untouched in the midst of the apocalypse. As the group walked, Sophia told them about the vineyard history, including the Abigail family and his current head Thomas Abigail.
Pointing out various buildings and structures along the way and the distance. There was a large main house where most of the residents lived, as well as several smaller cottages scattered throughout the property. There were also several sitting areas throughout the house where people could relax and unwind.
Throughout the tour, Sophia maintains a friendly yet professional demeanor, ensuring that everyone feels welcome and at ease. Her knowledge of the property is impressive, and she seems genuinely happy to share it with others while also introducing us to some of the other residents along the way.
The place seemed like an oasis amidst the chaos outside given how the estate operated as a self-sufficient community, providing food, water, and shelter for everyone who lived there. Mainly employees along with their families.
Once inside the main house entrance, it has an enclosed courtyard design with an open spacious hallway where she leads the group through while pointing the rooms along it, like a living room in one of the corners, the bedrooms on the other side of the courtyard equipped with beds arranged neatly along one wall, each made up with crisp sheets and fluffy pillows alongside each one had its own bathroom attached that has hot running water available which impressed everyone given the actual conditions.
As we continued our tour, she showed us the communal dining area, Sophia said, "This is where we usually eat our meals. There's plenty of seating, and we try to make sure everyone has enough to eat. Meals are served three times a day in a given time, so by that time if you want to eat you need to be here otherwise you would need to wait for the next meal." The kitchen was next to the dining hall, large and well-equipped with fresh fruits and vegetables.
Finishing the tour she led us to the guest's bedrooms and pointed us that being a big group we would need to share as only three were available.
Madison's family took the biggest one to use along with Andrea and Amy as it could have two big-sized beds in there enough to have them all, Daniel and Ofelia took one while Chris and Liza were the last available.
"Please make yourselves comfortable." With that, she leaves them, allowing everyone time to settle into their new accommodations.
After that everyone dispersed to enjoy their time as they pleased, Paul rested inside the bedroom in the bed against his backrest for a while not thinking about anything in particular while appreciating the beautiful sight before his eyes, as he waited for his mother to finish her shower, he was tempted to go inside and fuck her brains but his girls were making it difficult to move from where he was.
Andrea and Amy were putting on a show, slowly undressing for him. They teased and tantalized, revealing every lustful curve of their nubile bodies as they removed each piece of clothing, one at a time. Their perky, bountiful breasts and round big asses were on full display, along with their glistening pussies already dripping with desire. Meanwhile, Paul's other two sisters, Alicia and Claire, had their heads bobbing up and down around his cock, worshipping it with eager sucks and licks. Their asses were up in the air as they swayed and gyrated, putting on an enticing show.
Alicia lapped along the shaft and the tip of Paul's cock with her little pink tongue while Claire took his balls into her mouth, wetting them with her hot saliva as she licked them all over. Paul gently caressed their heads, as if encouraging two obedient little pets doing a good job. He closed his eyes and relaxed, savoring their ministrations. "Mmm, such good sisters you are, Alicia, Claire. You suck my cock and balls so good."
After a while, the pair of sisters Andrea and Amy were completely nude after delighting his eyes, their bodies glistening with arousal. "Paul," Amy whispered in his ear, eagerly cupping his cheeks in her hands as she kissed him deeply. Andrea trailed hot kisses and sucking spots around his neck and chest, caressing his muscular chest and abs with worshipful touches. The other girls did their best to lavish him with affection and pleasure.
Claire and Alicia continued worshipping his throbbing cock with their hot mouths, taking him deep into their tight throats.
"Mmm, Paul... your cock tastes so good," Claire moaned between slurps. "I can't wait to feel you inside me again."
"Me neither," Alicia agreed, her beautiful green eyes locked on his. "I need you to fill me up with your hot cum, brother."
Amy pressed her soft breasts against his arm. "Oh Paul, fuck me! I'm so wet for you!" She pleaded. She guided his hand between her thighs, letting him feel her slick, soaked pussy.
Andrea sucked hard on Paul's nipple before whispering in his ear. "I want you to bend me over and take me from behind. Ruin my tight little ass."
Paul groaned, his cock throbbing with need. The girls' dirty talk was driving him wild with lust. He arched forward and grabbed Claire's hair in a ponytail as he guided her head back and forth as he fucked her face. Enjoying for a moment longer as her mouth continued to suck and lick his throbbing cock with enthusiasm. After a while he let her rest her nose pressed against his pelvis as she swallowed around his thick shaft, deepthroating him, making him groan as she moaned on him, contracting and vibrating around his cock, not long after he pulled her off his cock as he let her breathe.
"Mmm, you girls are doing such an amazing job," Paul groaned, his voice thick with lust. "But I think it's time I return the favor and fuck your brains out, one by one."
"Get on the bed, on your hands and knees. I'm going to fuck you first, Claire." Paul said while giving her a thunderous firm spank making her pretty white ass red, leaving his handprint on it.
"Yes, brother!" Claire squealed as she quickly obeyed panting after she recomposed herself after the rough deepthroat and that spank that left her putty against him, presenting her wet pussy to him, opening widely her leg and her ass sticking upwards while her cheeks rested against the bedsheets.
Paul moved behind adoring how submissive Claire was and slammed his hard cock deep inside her slick heat. Claire cried out in pleasure, pushing her hips back to take him deeper. He gripped her hips and started pounding into her roughly.
Alicia and Amy watched hungrily, fingering themselves. Andrea knelt behind Paul and shoved her head down between his legs as she used her tongue lapping around his balls as he fucked his sister, she licked his puckering hole all the way to his balls with relish as Paul kept fucking Claire mercilessly from behind.
"Ungh fuck yes, so deep! Harder Paul! Ruin my cunt with your big dick!" Claire moaned against the bed as she grabbed the bedsheets into her hands while she relished in the pounding he was giving her.
Paul pistoned into Claire's pussy with animalistic grunts, her juices splattering on his balls. He could feel his orgasm building.
"Oh fuck, I'm going to cum! I'm going to fill your pussy with my seed! Claire!" He rammed into her harder, his cock pulsing and throbbing. With one final thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and exploded, pumping Claire full of his hot spunk.
Claire shrieked in ecstasy, her pussy clenching and milking his cock as she came hard. "Oh god yes! Cum in me Paul! I want to feel you throbbing inside me! Ahhhh!"
Alicia and Amy watched the intense coupling, masturbating furiously while Andrea kept licking his asshole. Paul pulled out of Claire with a wet plop as his cum dripped out of her filled pussy, his softening cock slapping against her ass, covered in cum and pussy juices. He flopped down on the bed, panting.
"Your turn next, Alicia," he grunted, his eyes already roaming over his twin sister's naked body hungrily. "Get that sweet little pussy of yours ready for my cock. I'm going to fuck you silly and pump you full of cum too."
Alicia grinned and straddled him, guiding his semi-erect cock into her eager pussy. "Yes brother, I wanted your big cock so badly for a while, you were too much time entertained with our Mom lately. Don't you want to have children with us? Stretch out my tight little hole and fill me up with your hot cum. Breed your twin sister!"
Paul grabbed her hips and started thrusting up into her, his cock quickly hardening to full mast inside her when she mentioned that she wanted to be bred. Alicia rode him enthusiastically, her perky tits bouncing in his face as she impaled herself on his thick shaft again and again. Paul propped himself forward and he sucked her tits as she kept bouncing on his cock.
Amy and Andrea watched the scene unfolding before them, their fingers flying over their clits as they brought themselves to climax, eager for their turn on Paul's insatiable dick. Claire was resting beside them relishing in the good pounding she received and her climax while her pussy kept throbbing every now and then spurting the cum inside her out.
As Paul kept fucking upwards against Alicia who was impaling herself with force against his cock, their mother emerged from the bathroom, a cloud of steam billowing out behind her. She had a fluffy white towel wrapped around her voluptuous figure, droplets of water clinging to her skin. Her blonde hair was slick and damp, framing her face as she took the sight before her, seeing how Paul was fucking like an animal into Alicia and her daughter moaned loudly while impaling herself on him.
Paul's eyes glistened with light as he took in the sight of his gorgeous mother. His cock twitched and began to stiffen more while inside Alicia's tight pussy at the thought of wanting to also bury himself deep inside her tight, wet pussy. But he knew his mother had other plans, she wanted to know the people around the Abigail estates to see if it was safe to be here. Such a good and hard-working mother, she was still alert seeing this paradisiac place.
Madison approached the bed, her eyes locked on the debauched scene before her. She set her towel aside and crawled onto the bed, her delicious white bunnies swaying with each movement. Paul's cock pulsed with need as he watched his mother get near.
"Mmm, Son. I would love for you to fuck my brains too, as you are doing with your sisters," Madison purred against his ear, running her fingers along Paul's chest. "My darling son, so big and strong. You're wanting to give me the fucking of a lifetime as you did with Claire, right?."
"Yes, Mom. I can give it to you as I do with them." Paul growls as he grabs her tits, fondling them hard on his palms making Madison moan loudly on him.
"I know baby. But I just showered, I can't get sweaty again. I need to go, later at night you can have me. Alright, baby?" Madison with strong willpower disclosed from her lover and kissed his lips.
Paul growled as his mother left his grasp and fucked hard into Alicia, wreaking havoc in her tight little pussy, as she came into his chest as putty moaning loudly and whimpering while he kept fucking her while their mother quickly put her clothes and left the room hastily not wanting to be tempted to stay and get fucked hard like the girls.
Amy being so wild in need, she saw an opening and positioned herself above Paul's head, his mouth mere centimeters away from her waiting wet little pussy. Paul delighted his girl conceding to her wishes and started lapping and sucking with his tongue into her pussy as he drank and delighted in her juices. Amy moaned loudly as she rocked her hips down, wanting to make his lover's tongue go further inside her, saliva was leaving the corner of her mouth as she arched her back while looking into the ceiling as she delighted at his playful tongue.
And so it went on, he kept lodged inside Alicia's tight cunt, and not long after his sister's pussy contracted on him as she rode him wildly, her beautiful tits bouncing. "Oh yes Paul! Your cock is stretching me so much! I'm your's! Breed me! Fuck! I'm cumming on your cock!"
Alicia clenched and spasmed around Paul's shaft, screaming in ecstasy as he pounded her through her orgasm. "Oh fuck, I'm going to cum too! Take my load, Alicia! I'm going to fill you up!"
Paul buried himself deep and exploded, pumping Alicia's unprotected womb full of his potent seed. She wailed in depraved pleasure as she felt his hot cum flooding her fertile depths, filling her fully not leaving a gap inside her.
Alicia collapsed on his chest in a sweaty, semen-soaked mess, Paul's softening cock slipping out of his sister with a wet plop as his cum dripped from her puffy hole. But there was no rest for the wicked. Andrea took his cock into her mouth as she started cleaning him. "So tasty, Paul. I love your cock and semen." Andrea eagerly swallowed Paul's dick, slurping and sucking, licking off his semen and Alicia's juices.
Amy was blushing seeing her sister's slutty face and uninhibited personality.
"Next up, Amy!" Paul growled seeing her cute face, his cock already hardening again. "I'm going to fuck your tight little pussy and then paint your pretty face with my cum. Get on the bed and spread your legs, baby girl."
Amy giggled and crawled onto the bed, presenting her wet, sparsely hairy pink pussy to Paul. He grabbed her hips and slammed into her with one powerful thrust, burying his cock to the hilt in her tight heat.
Amy screamed in pleasure and pain as Paul split her open on his huge cock. He grabbed her hair into a ponytail as reins and pistoned into her brutally, the wet slapping sounds of flesh on flesh filling the room along with Amy's high-pitched moans.
"Fuck yes, ruin my pussy! Wreck my little cunt! I'm your cock sleeve!" Amy babbled mindlessly, lost in the ecstasy of being so thoroughly fucked. Her eyes were losing focus and saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth.
Paul fucked Amy with animalistic grunts, his balls slapping against her ass. He could feel his orgasm building again. "I'm going to cum! I'm going to paint your face with my hot jizz!"
With one final thrust, Paul buried himself as deep as he could go and exploded, his cock erupting and shooting thick ropes of cum all over her little pussy then he quickly removed himself from her with a plop and positioned above her, covering Amy's pretty face with his spunk. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, catching as much of his seed as she could.
Paul stroked his dick releasing as much as he could in Amy's face, until no more came out. Then Amy took him inside her mouth and licked him clean drinking his cum with relish. He got his cock rock hard in record time with her little tongue lapping his head, ready to go again. He turned to Andrea, who was eagerly waiting her turn.
"Your turn now, baby. I'm going to fuck you in the ass and pump you full of my cum as you wanted. You're going to be my cock-hungry anal whore."
Andrea smiled and got on all fours. "Yes Paul, fuck my ass! I've been saving it until now, now it is yours to claim! Breed my shithole!"
"Not so fast, dear." Paul positioned behind her and feasted on her pussy, drinking her juices and playing with her naughty hole that was so eager to receive him, it crazy catered to his finger to go more inside of it.
Paul took his time with her pussy, wanting to tease Andrea with desire for a while. He slid two fingers into her, pumping them in and out, she was going crazy at his touch she was spurting his juices on him and ready long ago. Andrea moaned, pushing back against his hand, eager for more than his fingers. He removed his fingers and positioned his cock at her entrance, rubbing the head against her wetness.
"Oh, Paul, please," Andrea begged, trying to push back onto his cock.
Paul grinned and slowly slid his cock into her pussy, inch by inch, until he was fully sheathed. He began to move, thrusting in and out, building up a steady rhythm. Andrea moaned, her body rocking back to meet his thrusts. He could feel her tightening around him, her body already close to release.
"That's it, baby," Paul groaned as he slapped her big ass, making her tighten on him like a vice. Leaving his handprint on her white ass, "Cum for me. Let me feel you cum on my cock."
Andrea cried out, her body convulsing as she came, her pussy clenching harder around his cock. Paul groaned, feeling his own release building. He thrust harder, faster, chasing his own orgasm. With a final thrust, he buried himself deep inside her and came, filling her pussy with his cum.
He pulled out, watching as his cum leaked out of her. He slid his fingers into her, scooping out some of his cum and spreading it onto her asshole, lubing her up. He positioned his cock at her entrance, pressing gently.
"Ready, baby?" he asked, his voice hoarse with desire.
Andrea looked back at him, her eyes filled with lust and need. "Yes, Paul. Fuck my ass. Fill my asshole," she repeated her earlier words, her voice filled with desperation.
Paul pushed forward, his cock slowly sliding into her tight puckering hole. He groaned as with one brutal thrust, he slammed into her ass, burying himself to the hilt in her hot, velvety depths, the tightness almost too much to bear.
Andrea shrieked in masochistic pleasure, her face twisted in a mixture of pain and ecstasy as Paul pounded her ass with animalistic abandon. "Yes, yes, fuck my ass! Ruin my asshole! Use me like a fuck doll!"
He began to move, slowly at first, then faster as Andrea moaned and pushed back against him. He could feel his orgasm building again, his body ready to claim hers.
"Fuck, Andrea," he groaned as he spanked her ass feeling her enthusiasm around his cock, "Your ass is so fucking tight. I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna breed your fucking ass."
Andrea moaned, her body convulsing as she came again, her asshole clenching around his cock. Paul thrust deep one last time and came, filling her ass with his cum. He pulled out slowly, watching as his cum leaked out of her asshole. He grinned, satisfied with his work. Andrea collapsed onto the bed, a smile printed on her and along with it a lewd stupid face, fully claimed and satisfied.
Paul pulled out of her asshole and along with it came his coated cock with the leftover of his cum. He kneeled on her face and made Andrea suck him clean his cock that was just a moment ago in her ass. She lapped her tongue around his cock exhausted, cleaning as much as she could before resting on one side of the bed tired and devoid of energy.
Paul was also thoroughly satisfied with his girls and prepared to rest for a while before going to shower himself. Alicia took the chance and rested on top of his brother, taking his chest as she let his semi-hard cock remain inside her pussy. He had Claire and Amy resting at his sides as he cupped their tits in his hands while embracing them.
They rested through most of the afternoon, then showered and cleaned up before leaving to have a snack at 5:30 P.M. They had a snack along with a glass of milk, tea, or coffee as they wished. Paul chose to have a snack along with milk coffee.
After that, they left to explore the vineyard. They looked around the gardens and the pool for a while before moving onto the road that goes from the house to the villa entrance. They looked at the extensive planted fields with grape vines as farmhands worked on them. Then, they saw the horses neighing far away and other animals around.
Paul led the girls down the dirt path between the grape fields, their shoes crunching softly on the gravel. The sun was beginning its descent, casting a golden glow over the valley. Horses whinnied softly in the distance, their dark shapes moving gracefully in the pasture beyond the stables. Paul walked slightly ahead, admiring the landscape quietly as he remembered his times on his old family farm in his past life, this is the closest to the countryside he was in this life, while Claire, Alicia, Andrea, and Amy followed, chatting softly among themselves.
As they approached the stables, the air smelled of hay and leather. A man stepped out from one of the stalls, wiping his hands on a worn cloth. He was older, perhaps in his late fifties, with graying hair and a lined face that spoke of years spent under the sun. His movements were slow but sure, and his sharp eyes quickly appraised the newcomers.
ES "Buenas tardes," the man greeted, his voice deep and weathered.
Paul stepped forward, extending a hand. "Buenas tardes, señor," he said. "I'm Paul, and these are my sisters and friends. We just arrived earlier today."
ES The man shook Paul's hand firmly. "Ramón Valdés," he replied. "But you can call me Ramón if you prefer. I'm the stable keeper also I help tend the other animals beside the horses if needed.
ES Paul nodded, glancing around the stable. "It is a beautiful place, well maintained for the times we live in. I saw quite a diversity of ages among the people along the way. Do you all live here?"
ES "This is our home, we worked for pretty much all our life for the Abigail family, and now what's left of it with our current patron Thomas Abigail." Ramón smiled faintly and said a little bit. Then, he gestured toward the horses. "You like horses, eh?"
ES Paul smiled. "We just wanted to take a look. It's been a while since we've had the luxury of seeing anything other than chaos. We have been on the run from the dead that now walks among us since our home, back in Los Angeles in the United States, where we met Strand, who brought us here with him.
ES Ramón's face hardened slightly at the mention of chaos, but his eyes remained steady. "It's the same here," he said, leaning against a wooden post. "The dead walk, yes. But to us, they're not infected or have something wrong with them. We don't see it like that."
ES Paul frowned, intrigued. "How do you see it, then?"
ES Ramón let out a long breath. "It's just what comes after life, nothing more. We believe that death isn't an end but a transition. The dead... they're still with us, still part of us. It's just... a different form of existence."
Alicia, standing beside Paul, shot him a confused glance, her brow furrowed. She knew a few words of what they were talking about in Spanish, but not too much. "What is he saying, Paul?"
Paul briefly summarized his chat with a few words and told them he would tell them later.
Paul didn't react outwardly but inside, something clicked. He had heard of strange beliefs even before the apocalypses came and knew some new weird ones would form fueled by these dark times, after all, lunatics of cults existed on all ages, but this... this felt different, like madness.
ES "Everyone here believes this?" Paul asked carefully.
ES "Sí," Ramón nodded firmly. "We all do. It's how we live."
Paul's mind raced. To him, these people seemed in denial. It was as though they had found a way to rationalize the horrors outside, but in doing so, had lost touch with reality. He almost could sense the girl's intriguing eye on him, curious and unsettled by what he was chatting with Ramón. They sensed his growing unease and disturbed mood as the chat progressed with his lips pressed in a thin line.
"That's... an interesting perspective," Paul said finally, his voice neutral.
ES The conversation turned as Paul changed the topic, trying to steer away from the unsettling philosophy of the vineyard's residents. "Don Ramón as I have said before, we've been moving from place to place, not staying long anywhere," he said. "We're low on supplies—food, clothes, ammunition. I was thinking of heading out tomorrow to scavenge for anything we can use. Is there anywhere nearby worth checking? After all, I don't think we would abuse the hospitality of Mr Thomas Abigail and Strand too much time."
ES Ramón stroked his chin, considering. "The nearby town's small. Valle de Guadalupe wasn't rich even before all this. Whatever was left has probably been taken already. But you might try your luck at the police station—small place near the town center. There's also a market nearby, though it's been picked over. Still, maybe you'll find something."
ES "Aside from that, maybe you could try your luck in Rosarito. It's a bustling tourist city, quite large, with—I think—over 60,000 people now. Well, it was; now those people are living their new lives. There you will likely find almost everything you may need. I don't think there are many people around wanting what was left." Ramón continued after thoughtfully considering the question.
ES Paul nodded, filing the information away. He wasn't expecting much, but they had to try. He was interested in that city because they left the yacht on a rocky beach near Rosarito. "Many thanks, Don Ramón. I'll check it out."
ES Paul glanced back at the horses, their muscular forms swaying as they shifted in their stalls. "Before we head back," he said, "do you think we could ride around the property a bit? The girls haven't been on horses much."
ES Ramón's face softened, and he smiled. "Of course, my boy. Let me help you."
ES He moved swiftly for a man of his age, pulling down a saddle and selecting a mare from one of the stalls. "This one's gentle," he said, patting the horse's neck. "Good for beginners."
Paul helped Ramón saddle the horse, his hands moving deftly over the buckles. Once the mare was ready, Paul climbed into the saddle, testing the reins. He trotted around the stable yard for a while enjoying the ride, getting a feel for the horse, then turned back to the girls.
"Who's first?" he asked with a grin.
One by one, Paul helped the girls onto the mare.
Claire was quickly beside him, wanting to try it as they had never ridden a horse before. Her hands gripped the reins a bit too tightly. Paul walked beside her as she rode, reassuring her with calm instructions. After a few minutes, she relaxed and found her rhythm.
Alicia went next. She was nervous at first, but soon she looked quite natural as she quickly adapted to the horse's movements. Andrea and Amy followed, their laughter filling the air as they wobbled and swayed in the saddle.
They spent hours like this, riding slowly around the vineyard's perimeter, the setting sun casting long shadows over the grapevines. The tension of the day seemed to melt away as the horses trotted along the fence line, the rhythmic clop of their hooves soothing in the quiet evening.
As night fell, the girls retired to the mansion, their excitement from the day's activities slowly fading into exhaustion. Paul, however, wasn't quite ready to sleep. He needed time to think, to process what he had learned from Ramón and what it meant for them staying here.
He walked alone through the vineyard, his boots crunching softly on the gravel paths. The cool night air was refreshing, but his mind was heavy. Ramón's words replayed in his head—the way they viewed the dead, the eerie calm with which they spoke of the walkers as though they were still part of the living world.
Paul paused near the edge of the property, looking out over the darkened fields. In the distance, the faint sound of the nocturnal animals could be heard. It should have been peaceful, but instead, it felt ominous. There was something off about this place, something unsettling that he couldn't shake as he observed the place.
With a sigh, Paul turned back toward the villa, his thoughts still troubled. Tomorrow, he'd need to have a serious conversation with the others. They couldn't stay here. Not for long, something was off.
But as he was starting to move into the house, he picked up a lot of faint groaning sounds as if walkers were in the distance, in a building a little far away from the house. He also saw Daniel walking along the gardens in the same direction where he heard the sounds.
So he followed him to see what those sounds were. Already near him, he picked up on a child talking to someone, and judging by all the walker's noise as they groaned, it was pretty evident that he was talking to a walker.
"El hombre que vivio allí, esta enfermo como muchos de ustedes. tambien los que viven cerca de el, yo trato de alejarme de ellos y hacer mis cosas. He estado practicando con el balón, parece que cada dia me sale mejor. Hoy me salio 45 veces!. El unico problema es que no tengo con quien jugar." Child voice talking to someone inside the building.
("The man who lived there is sick, like many of you. Also, those who live near him. I try to stay away from them and do my own things. I've been practicing with the ball, it seems that I get better every day. Today, I managed 45 times! The only problem is that I have no one to play with.") A child's voice talking to someone inside the building.
Paul already recognized the child's voice as 'Juan' the one with the football when they received them into the vineyards. He quickly caught up with Daniel and saw him talking to Juan from the other side of a door.
"Con quien hablas? (Who are you talking to?)" Daniel questioned the child with doubt.
"No te preocupes, me puedes decir. (It's okay... You can tell me.)" Daniel seemed to be trying to appease the little guy from the other side of the door.
"Con my mami. (With my mommy.)" Juan said a little subdued about it.
"Tu mami esta allí? (Your mommy is in there?)" Daniel a little surprised asked him.
"Sí (Yes)" Juan said a little apprehensive.
"Me la presentarias? (Will you introduce me?)" Daniel kept inquiring.
"Puedes ver por la reja. (You can see through the gate.)" Juan says a little more sunny than before, seeing Daniel wanting to know her mom.
Juan unlocks the door, letting Daniel come inside, and Paul follows after them a second later. He could see how Juan smiled at Daniel as the latter was a little shocked and disturbed by what he was seeing.
(Snarling sounds.) (Lots of snarling sounds.)
"Hello, hello. Hola señora." Paul suddenly appears beside them, surprising Daniel nearly to a heart attack with his sudden and silent appearance as he observes the big group of walkers on the other side of the big iron gate.
"It seems they are having a blast of a party inside there, don't you think Daniel?" Paul a little mocking says while seeing the walkers, that just fed off something, seeing their bloody mouths.
"Hola Juan, se la ve bien a tu madre. Muy linda. (Hi Juan, your mother looks well. Very pretty.)" Paul greets the kid with a smile.
"Gracias. (Thanks...)" Juan smiled after his surprise receded.
"When you got here Paul?" Daniel was having almost a stroke as he said to him.
"I was coming back to the house after having a little walk under the moon when I saw you coming here. Let's go outside, we need to talk." Paul says to Daniel as he exits the building.