Amazing Grace –
The El
Niño Legend
(Surviving
the Zombie Invasion)
Part
VIII
By
Carl
R. ToersBijns, author
Chapter
Six
Carl
entered the kitchen and with tiled floors and solid walls, there were no window
in this solid granite fortification, therefore it was impossible to tell
whether it was raining outside or not. He was certain there would be no
sunshine this morning as that had been the case for the past three weeks since
the El Nino arrived.
When
he entered the kitchen, he saw Heather and Grace at the preparation island, making
something to eat for breakfast, and what looked like they grabbed some cold
cereal. Smiling their way, he reached in for his iron skillet and took out
three eggs, some virgin olive oil and a package of bacon. Taking his time, he
grabbed two slices of wheat bread and poured himself a hot cup of coffee.
Carl
had been concerned about Heather’s wellness, as these thunderstorms, day after
day, appeared to have caused her some discomfort or mental anguish. Grace had
told him that thunderstorms had always given Heather the scares and that it was
normal. On the other hand, Carl noticed a sign of depression and wanted to talk
about it soon.
Even
now, being secured and safe inside the bunker, Heather, a girl of the age of
six, it was hard for her to deal with the reality that existed around her, as
she was absolutely frightened at the loud claps of thunder and the sudden
bright flashes from the lightning.
Sitting
here in the dark bunker whether it was day or night, seemed to take on a more
frightening quality that was something they needed to worry about. She had a tough time dealing with all that for
the moment.
Perhaps
it was time the two adults took her out a little more, instead of leaving her
inside here inside her concrete box of a room. The mood was light and Carl
wanted to talk to Grace about this sometime soon.
In the
meantime, Grace greeted him with a passionate hug as the sight of her splendor
brought an extra-long smile that was saying, “Good morning babe.” She crept up
behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist and tightly hugged him.
Talking
low with a low sardonic tone, Grace smiled and said, I don’t know about you,
but that cold cereal didn’t hit the spot; do you feel like making me some of
your specialty of bacon and eggs? I am so hungry after all that exercise last
night.”
Smiling
genuinely this time around, Carl said, “sure, give me a moment and I will fix
it right up so if you want, go ahead and sit there at the island and I’ll hurry
to get your breakfast ready.”
She
squeezed his hand and kissed him on the back of his neck with some deliberate
slow and sensually and seductive lingering up close and personal, letting Carl
smell the fragrance of sweet honey that was so natural and so strong whenever
she was standing close to him. She knew it drove him crazy.
By
then, Heather had left the kitchen after eating her cold cereal and headed for
the bathroom to brush her teeth. For the time being, the two were alone in the kitchen.
Grace slid her hands under Carl’s tee shirt and pinched his nipples extra hard.
A loud scream resonated through the cavern as Carl yelled out with pain.
Carl grabbed Grace and boosted her up in the
air, showing how strong he was by merely lifting her up without any effort. Swirling
her around a little while up in the air, he gently put her down with a little
bit of a sign that he was a little out of breath.
Suddenly,
he lifted her up soft and tenderly laid his eyes on her eyes, and then slowly
put her back down on the tile floor. Catching his breath, Carl hugged her from
behind, placing his hands up her front and slithering his hands towards the
curves of her stunningly sculptured breasts that were very revealing through
the sheer white tee shirt she was wearing.
Good-humoredly,
Grace covered his hands that were softly squeezing her while cupping her
breasts and then Carl, forcefully, pressed his hard body against her.
Her
sexiness was beginning to create a stirring and passionate moment for the two
of them standing there in the kitchen.
He could
feel her nipples protruding through the thin cloth and once again, just about
the time he thrusted his body against her buttocks, his cock was rock hard and
erect under his shorts that were pressed firmly against her ass. He wanted her
to feel his manhood as it was pressed against her firm and tight buns.
Her
nicely proportioned body was attractively shaped and revealed her athletic form
well. She had well rounded breasts that were not extra-large but not small as they
were perfectly sized, nicely shaped and fitted well in his groping hands.
Anything more would have been a wasted pleasure.
He
retaliated her earlier torture by pinching her erected nipples hard, as she let
out a slightly aggravated yelp and winched with the sting. This kind of
roughhousing was their way of foreplay and usually led to a wild moment of
sexual pleasure.
After
a few seconds, she released his hands and slapped them lightly, teasingly
saying, “You’re burning my bacon.”
Laughing,
they both sat down at the table and tucked their plates directly in front of
them. Sitting on the opposite sides, Carl sipped on his coffee while Grace
gulped down another tall glass of orange juice.
Looking
up to Grace, he said, “I don’t really feel hungry this morning, I think I made
my meal just out of habit and didn’t even think about whether I was hungry or
not.” Surprised, Grace responded, “you are always hungry in the morning, what’s
wrong.”
“I am
not quite sure how I feel about what we did last night, I mean, don’t take this
wrong cause the sex is great but I am wondering where this is all going and how
do we deal with this so we don’t hurt each other.”
Grace said softly, “I promise you this, I won’t hold
anything against you; you are under no obligation to take care of us after we are
all free from this madness and back in the routines we had before the El Nino
hit us so hard.”
Carl tried to reassure her he was not feeling guilty
but that he was concerned about the emotions in this relationship. He was just
thinking out loud and sighed loudly. Then he spit it out “I enjoyed it too much
to risk doing anything that might stop it happening again.”
Grace, always level headed and calm, paused for a
second. “Perhaps we should cool the jets
a bit and not take any more risks like that again” she replied seemingly
irritated and somewhat hurt as she said in a caustic voice, “what are you
planning to do today?”
Carl had learned a long time ago that when a woman
changes the subject, the conversation had ended. Quietly he stood up and placed
his cup and plate in the sink.
Then, moving his eyes on a hurting Grace, he spoke
very slowly and with a serious expression, he walked over to her and gently
rubbed her shoulders.
After standing behind her a couple of seconds, he
noticed her shoulders heaving up and down and realized she was crying – she was
dismayed and uncertain what just went down and what the problem really was.
He knew her tears were real and didn’t know how to
handle this and not make it worse than it already had gotten. Carl reached out
and placed his hands on her shoulders and reassured her that all is good and
that he just wanted to make sure nobody got hurt.
They had been lovers for about three weeks now. They
both loved the demanding passion and fire. There was definitely a clear lust,
passion and neediness for each other’s desires.
Ever since that night outside the bunker, they have
enjoyed every moment of being together. They usually make love at night and
sometimes during the day but are always worried that Heather may walk through
the door at any moment. It seems that ever since Grace has been sneaking over
to Carl’s room at night, they have been screwing longer and longer and
sometimes, before they even make it to the bedroom. Sometimes they drift in the
relaxation room and find the couch and chairs useful for their obsessive sexual
moments.
A hard confession would lead to an admission of having
sex in every room except Heather’s, leaving the kitchen island stand, the
laundry room and the shower. When their asses were in need of sex they landed
wherever or whatever was the closest.
Carl likes to fuck hard and had great stamina – Grace
likes it at anytime, anywhere and was very accommodating how they wanted to
fuck. She had never once has said ‘no’ to his sexually unambiguous advances.
Sometimes they go at it for more than an hour as he
pounds her hard as she never complains no matter how bad her pussy hurts. Grace
had let it be known to Carl she loves to suck his dick. In fairness to Carl, he
never complained about her doing him that way.
They have their favorite or preferred positions but no
matter how they do it, they always end it laying silently wrapped in each
other’s arms, usually perking up after a short rest and start it all over
again.
Mixing it up with a wide variety of pleasure and sex games,
this changing the rules and styles of making love kept their passion on fire.
They experienced euphoria almost every time they were intimate together.
Afterwards, they would stare into each other’s eyes
and talk small talk before falling asleep together. Carl saw a reasonable gap
in their conversation to bring up his concerns about Heather.
He had talked about it briefly with Grace and told her
he was not comfortable leaving her here alone for a couple hours when they went
to scavenge or find supplies. She confessed she felt the same.
Today, he wanted to talk about her fear of the thunder
and lightning.
It seems she was having real trauma whenever she heard
or saw the thunder storms roll up and unleash its fury. At least, this was what
Carl had observed whenever she was with them.
Deciding that maybe it was time they asked Heather
what was bothering her, Grace called her to the relaxation room. Sitting there
and waiting for her to come, Carl whispered to Grace, “don’t be hard on her,
she is just a kid. I remember when I was a kid and afraid of the thunder.”
Grace laughed and said, “Hard to imagine you were
afraid of anything when you were a kid, stud.” Carl took the joke and patiently
sat there quietly as Grace began to talk to Heather about her fear of the
thunderstorms.
The conversation started politely and to the point.
Grace was being kind and asking for Heather to explain her feelings. Somewhere
between the fears of the thunder she started talking about the fear of being
alone. It seemed Heather had her own story to tell her mother and the man
sitting quietly in this room.
Heather began to speak slowly. For a six year old she
was very good at expressing how she felt or what she needed. Suddenly, without
a warning, she opened up on something both of the adults were unaware of until
Heather explained it in full particulars of her inner fears.
Heather spoke and said, “There were times I woke up in
the middle of the night hearing the thunder and reaching for my mommy but I couldn’t
find her until the next morning. Knowing my mommy was just right down the hall,
I tried not to scream or cry or even get more scared so I waited until it was
time to get up.”
Grace and Carl were mummified and shocked. Heather
kept talking and revealed more of her story. Heather didn’t stop there. She
revealed more by saying, “There were times I walked down the hallway and tried
looking for mommy and heard her and Carl inside the bedroom making noises.
I didn’t want to tell, so I often slept in to give her
time to get back to the room before I pretended to wake up and say good morning
to mommy.”
Spending not too much time outside, didn’t eliminate
Heather’s fear of the storms. In fact, she claimed she could tell it was
raining and thundering outside even when the bunker was soundproof but when she
looked out the square window she saw the flashes.
The thunder was silent but she knew, where there was
lightning there was rolling thunder. Although slightly noticed, the ground did
shake on some of those wacks especially those close ones.
She said that every time she heard the thunder, the
window shook or rumbled. The lightning filled the sky in a flash bulb effect,
freezing her to the window and being really scared; so scared she would start
running away to hide in her room, where she would cover herself under the
blankets.
Carl was stunned. Grace was amazingly calm but
disturbed none the less that her daughter had revealed secrets that showed she
had more trauma to deal with at the shelter as well as what was happening out
side with the killings of zombies and the rolling thunderstorms.
This wasn’t just about the El Nino storms, this wasn’t
just about the killings that she witnessed but ad to be done in order to
survive. This had to do more with taking a small child out of her own house and
moving into a strange house that wasn’t the same for her.
She had no ideas how to act or play inside this new
house. She was definitely confused and miserable.
She was sad to leave all the good experiences in her
old house behind. She missed her own bedroom and missed her friends. This had
completely been lost in the midst of all the zombie generated chaos.
She missed not having an upstairs and her own
bathroom. She loved playing on the stairs and missed that so much, it made her unhappy.
Her room had a big closet that had a door that creaked
when you opened it and she was used to the noises it made.
She missed her favorite lamp that she knew how to turn
on when she had to go the bathroom at night. Heather said it was sad being
inside this room she was staying in as it was not her real room and that it
made her feel alone and she was scared to be alone.
Heather added, “Not because of the storms mommy, but
because I was not in my own house. It wasn’t the same. I miss my room.” It was
then that they realized she had not adjusted to the shelter.
Although they coped and functioned normally with a
natural adaptation, Heather didn’t adapt and held on to the old days and old
ways. They had to find a way to resolve
this so Heather could sleep with peace and mind and not be afraid any longer.
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