Chapter 6

After a while, Sasha calmed down a little but was now more resolute in her looks. "Don't think about it too much or you will go crazy. We just need to keep living as it goes, we will move as the times require… To survive and still be alive, while we are together it doesn't matter what happens," Mikhail said, trying to find some hopeful words.

"Maybe… you are right. Being with you, your sisters, and our daughter is enough, but being here is not completely safe seeing those… things…" Sasha said, pointing to the bodies at the end, not knowing what to call them.

"They are not a big problem, more like a pain in the ass actually, needing to dispose of them afterward. But they are slow, not panicking and being alert enough, they are like flies, a bothersome pest, but known well. Don't fool yourself, a bite from them is mortal, and they are relentless; they keep coming if you don't destroy their brain somehow. Any other place won't do the trick," Mikhail explained after a moment.

"But we are lucky. My strange condition, we could say, gives me healing powers beyond comprehension, and by extension, you. We could still be alive even if we get bitten, that is why it was time, that I took our daughter too, to make her safe. I suppose she could still have healed by drinking my blood as every time she got sick or my sisters before I marked them the same as you but to be sure of anything that could happen is better as is now, she even licked it and wanted it for a long time, being jealous of her aunts and her own mother because her daddy don't make love to her." Mikhail explained as he traced the tattoo on her right breast that was in sight of anyone who put their eyes on her, through her low-cut shirt. He grabbed her breast to cup a feel of it as he traced her form with his hand.

Sasha moaned on his chest as she got a blush on her face as her man and son played with her breasts. She loved the touch and attention he gave her at all times, being insatiable of her body.

"But one thing we need to have always present is that all of you will still feel the bite; it would not be pretty, the pain, wherever you get bitten, so it's better to avoid testing the healing capability forever if possible," Mikhail reassured his mother and also warned her. To make it through his warning he squeezed harder her breast making her tremble on him, before he softly caressed it again.

Sasha was moaning and panting, a little distracted as she tried to form her thoughts about the situation, not entirely sure about how to proceed with this happening around them and in the world. 

"Don't worry, we can wait and see for the moment. We will discuss this further at another time," Mikhail tried to make her not think too much about it now.

"What about the police? Won't we have problems if they see them just piled like that?" Sasha, a little more relaxed, questioned him while embracing his chest. "And what is the deal with this motorhome?"

"The police? The police can't do anything at this time. It's more likely they would be thankful more than looking for troubles, but what worries me is not the police, but the army," Mikhail sighed a little.

"Why?" Sasha asked him, confused about it.

"Because, yesterday while looking for the things we need, I happened to see a Humvee from the army left at the side of the road. Looking for something worth using there, I heard from their radio talking about an order implementation of fenced-off 'safe zones' within the city area by the National Guard at any moment today," Mikhail lied a little while giving the truth of what would happen anytime.

"That's a good thing, right? Why do you say it makes you worried?" Sasha raised an eyebrow at that and was still confused about his worries about them.

"Because if we are not in one of the safe heavens where the people inside will benefit with basic amenities safeguarded by the guard, we will be outside, and that is a problem… Outside of the safe zones, the infected would be culled, and any civilians who have not fled the city would be executed by patrolling squads of soldiers," Mikhail said gravely to her.

Sasha's face paled hearing him. "What are we supposed to do now?" she looked forward to his answer, knowing that he would know what was the best action to keep them safe, as he always had, always right.

Mikhail showed her a smile and pointed to the RV in their driveway behind her. "That's why I brought this last night, so we can start storing food and water inside, clothes, daily things, anything we need and could use… This will become our new home on the road if needed, with a nice big bed, bathroom, kitchen, and living room. We can be anywhere and still be comfortable."

A glitter flashed in Sasha's eyes, knowing his thoughts and thinking that he was right. As the last option, they could just go away after all the government would need to notify the population to go somewhere before the army sends their dead squads into the populace.

"If things go south for us, we pat our asses and go away. For now, let's go inside and eat a warm breakfast with the girls while we hear the news to see what they say," Mikhail warmly kissed her on the cheeks as he gave a last squeeze at her beautiful and soft warm breast on his hand.

"The breakfast! I just wanted to give you a cup of warm coffee and quickly go back. I almost forgot the food on the stove with all this mess," Sasha said, untangling herself from his grasp and going inside, but now not having the despairing look of just a moment ago.

Mikhail smiled, seeing his mother back for a few seconds more before going to finish cleaning the driveway from the pest.

…

An hour later, with the morning sun shining brightly after finishing everything he needed to do in the front yard, Mikhail went into their garage. He removed the food, water, and other items from the car and moved them outside to then store them in one of the pass-through storage bays on the chassis of the RV. Its model seemed to be called Monaco Dynasty Majestic, according to one of the decals on the side of the vehicle. He then closed the garage door and went inside from the door connecting into the living room inside the house.

At the dinner table, his sisters and Alisha were sitting already dressed up. Going to them, he kissed their heads, not wanting to dirty them with his hands before going upstairs to clean himself before going to share the table with them. There was already a nicely done breakfast with another cup of coffee, courtesy of his dearly mother.

"Morning, girls," Mikhail smiled at them.

"Morning!" Nadia answered him, still a little sleepy.

"Morning, bro!" Natasha actively saluted him.

"Morning, Dad!" Alisha rushed to his lap, sitting on him with her back against his chest, acting spoiled so early in the morning.

Not damping her daughter's enthusiasm of wanting to be close to her father, he embraced her waist, trying to make her be still, instead of moving her ass on his cock to make him horny again while he enjoyed his breakfast.

"For a while, the local news is reporting about inciting the population in the town to travel to Atlanta, being the main city near here, saying that everyone going there would be safe from anything because there is the CDC in there," Sasha told him, seeing him starting to enjoy the breakfast.

"What a weird speed at which chaos is spreading, that now the government is pushing people into the main cities to try protecting all of them in one place instead of being dispersed," Natasha commented.

"Wow, slow down, Tasha. Don't burn your brain cells trying to decipher what those politicians are trying to do," Nadia chirped from the side, a little bored.

"Nadia, don't disgust your sister with those comments," Sasha sent her daughter a hard look.

"Mom, I'm just joking, trying… just trying that we could just forget for a moment all this thing. At every second, there is only news about this crisis over and over," Nadia said, a little depressed about it.

Before anyone could answer her antics, the newscaster on TV changed to some old politician giving a speech.

"Citizens of America," intoned a deep, authoritative voiceover. "In response to the ongoing public health emergency, our government has established multiple safe zones throughout all the main cities across the country. These areas include schools, shopping centers, police stations, hospitals, and other well-equipped facilities designed to provide shelter and protection during these uncertain times. We urge you to make your way to one of these locations immediately if possible. It is high priority that you take this petition seriously."

"It's possible that many will decide to follow the government's advice," said Natasha, voicing her thoughts aloud. "Hoping that doing so might increase their chances of surviving this crisis."

"That's true. It's probably that lots of people are already on their way to some main city," Mikhail agreed.

"And? What would we do?" Nadia asked.

"Maybe… we should do the same, go to Atlanta. There is the CDC as the local news were saying," Sasha said, a little unsure.

Mikhail, seeing his mother and sisters looking at him, knew that he should reassure them with something. "Well, we can stay here for today, and if the military isn't putting a big fence around our neighborhood, we leave this place tomorrow for Atlanta. What do you think?"

"I think we should definitely consider leaving," Natasha suggested cautiously. "It may not be safe here anymore."

Sasha nodded her agreement, but Nadia remained silent for a second before she spoke up.

"I want to stay with you guys," she said firmly, looking directly at Mikhail. "Wherever we end up going, I want to be with my family."

"Daddy," Alisha suddenly turned around on her father's lap, locking his waist in the chair and kissing his mouth, making him put the cup of coffee on the table.

Her words touched them all deeply. Sasha bit her lip nervously before standing up abruptly. "Let's go then. We need to pack up everything in case we need to leave."

"Alright then," Mikhail replied decisively. "Let's get ready just in case we hit the road."

"What do we prepare then? Besides the food, water, and clothes," Nadia asked.

"Anything, more warm and thick clothes, the winter is coming, daily needs, toilet paper, hygiene utility, tableware, anything you like to take, blankets, pillows, your computer or books if you like, the phone. We have enough space to bring with us the house," Mikhail smiled at his sister.

Natasha and Nadia raised an eyebrow at him like he was crazy about how they could bring all that to their car. There was no space in there after seeing the piled food and water inside.

"Your brother brought a new motorhome last night. It's on the front, and it's big enough to be our house on the road. We need to move everything in the house in there," Sasha said, seeing the weird look her daughters were giving to their brother.

"Oh…That explains the need to bring the house," Nadia snickered.

…

After breakfast, they passed all morning and even past midday appreciating and learning all they could about the RV while also storing everything they would need and use daily.

As Mikhail stepped outside of his house, the sun shining brightly upon his face, after having just figured out learning how to use and connect the water tank of the RV to the faucet of the house to fill it, he thought about how they didn't have a damn manual of the RV. He had stolen it from the car dealer, breaking into the building and picking the keys. This vehicle couldn't be bypassed to just steal it and go because modern vehicles nowadays have a steering wheel lock; it needs the key to unlock that system. If you bypass the key and start the engine, the steering wheel will not move one inch. It can still be bypassed by putting something in there, destroying the key cylinder in the process, releasing the blockade, then removing it altogether, and then just using the cables to start the engine and go. But you will need the vehicle key or something like a file or drill head going in there to do what the key should do.

Sasha looked worried as she stood there holding onto a list of items that they needed to pack. She had always been a worrier. She looked at Mikhail with her beautiful green eyes and told him what needed to be done. "We need to start packing the kitchen utensils, blankets, clothes, toiletries, and other necessary items inside. We have already filled all the cabinets with food."

But then his younger sisters, Natasha and Nadia, appeared from behind him, carrying bags of clothes and personal belongings into the RV. They exchanged whispered jokes and laughter, with Alisha tailing them with a few things in her hand too.

"Well, these three seem to be anticipating what we need to do," Mikhail gave his mom a playful smile.

Sasha smiled at that but didn't comment. Mikhail went back inside and headed towards the kitchen, grabbing a box and starting to fill it with plates, cups, and silverware. As he continued packing, Natasha entered the room.

"What should we pack next?" Natasha asked, looking expectantly at him.

"Pack sheets for the bed, lots of them. It will get wet, and we would need to change them daily," Mikhail smirked at her with a knowing look.

Natasha took a second to understand what he meant when she blushed, showing a naughty and shy look to him. Mikhail went to her side and embraced her waist, looking into her eyes before giving her a wet tongue kiss while grabbing her buttocks in his hands, making her moan into him.

After a moment of being satisfied playing with his baby sister, Mikhail released her, but she stumbled a little weak in the knees into him, who grabbed her.

"Delicious," Mikhail whispered into her ear, only making her more horny and excited.

Natasha looked into his face and gave him a fist into his shoulders after she recovered. "Stop fooling around. We need to keep moving things into the RV."

"Go, grab the sheets, and our pillows and prepare the bedroom on the RV. Oh! Put a few more blankets too. The night will get cold," Mikhail sent his sister to go while giving her a playful slap on her perky ass, seeing it vibrate over her leggings.

Natasha only looked him over her shoulders after giving a little moan after feeling her ass slapped before going away, leaving Mikhail alone in the kitchen to finish packing the last of the dishes.

After dropping the box inside the kitchen top inside the RV, Mikhail saw Nadia bringing another box filled with oil bottles, a saucepan, cooking pot. Natasha brought a few bags of powder for the washing machine that they found stored in one of the cabinets alongside a dryer.

Over the next few hours, they worked tirelessly to pack everything they needed while also learning every nook and cranny that this motorhome had to offer.

By the time dusk came, they've managed to turn their RV into a cozy mobile home. It's not much, but it's theirs, and right now, that's all that matters.

Seeing that they were practically all set with all they needed, Mikhail left to fetch from their family car the road maps of each state of the country and a compass. While the RV has GPS working onboard, having these treasure maps is better.

Mikhail heard the sound of footsteps coming from the garage. He turned around to see his mom about to enter the RV while carrying a box with a first aid kit and medicine from their house. It's not much, just a few common drugs like ibuprofen or azithromycin. After all, every time they got sick with something, he just dropped a few drops of his blood on their drink like in the water, and it did the trick to get them better before they were bonded to him. Now they heal on their own, not needing to do anything at all if they ever could get sick again.

"Mikhail, should we just go now instead of waiting to see what happens?" Sasha asked him, seeing that being in the RV would be as much as comfortable as their home but removing the looming death threat that would happen if they weren't in one of the safe zones of the army.

Seeing his mother ask that, Mikhail knew about what she was worried about. He was even more worried than her because knowing that after the safe zones fail, what comes immediately is Operation Cobalt. He didn't want his family or himself to be burned alive in a sea of napalm and still be alive to get burned again or worse, being asphyxiated to death over and over. That trauma would give them a pretty nasty PTSD.

"It's alright. We can pass this night in our home and tomorrow morning we leave for Atlanta," Mikhail touched her arm reassuringly and gave her a kiss on the lips for a few moments.

"Alright, daddy," Sasha looked into his eyes with love and unconditional trust in what he thought and went to leave the box inside.

As they settled down for the evening, Mikhail's mind raced with thoughts of what lay ahead. They were going to Atlanta, but obviously, he would not let his family go inside the city. The place will be over in less than a week, and knowing what happened in the comics and the TV show, the highway would be overcrowded or blocked with people trying to get into the city.

Only time will tell. But until then, Mikhail promised himself that he will do everything in his power to keep his family safe. No matter what, and for that, he needs to train them how to use guns and make them comfortable carrying them at all times.