Zombie Muscle - Part 6

[Massivebdy]

Zombie Muscle - Part 6

The kid stepped back under the shower head and pulled Bud in with him, a quick post sex rinse down.

"And just who in the hell is that jackass?," he asked gesturing to the soldier, still out cold on the floor.

"Hell if I know, I've never seen him before."

"Guess we've got some new company then." They toweled off and the kid nodded a thanks to Bud who handed him a clean pair of baggy cargo shorts and an XXL t-shirt. The kid held the shirt a moment and looked at Bud as if to ask, 'you want me to cover this up?' Bud reached out and yanked the shirt back, tossing it aside.

"Yeah, be a shame to cover all this," the kid winked and put his hand on Bud's ass as they left to rejoin the group.

"What about him?" Bud asked glancing back at the soldier on the ground.

"Who gives a shit."

As they came down the aisle they both noticed the uniformed men pushing dollies stacked with supplies towards the main door. One of them wasn't working, his back was to them as they approached, big arms jutting out from his rolled up uniform sleeves. He was standing "at ease" overseeing the work.

"What exactly is going on here?," the kid called out. "Where'd you guys come from?"

The Sergeant turned to face his speaker and did a quick double take at the shirtless stud walking towards him. "I'll be asking the questions here," he stated as fact. "Who are you two?"

"I got here less than an hour ago, and you weren't here, so I guess that makes you the newer arrival."

The Sergeant smirked. "We have a compound fifty miles south of here, and we're relocating this group to join our people there."

"Compound? What exactly does that mean."

The Sergeant would indulge him for now, "It's a former army military base. Housing facilities, secure location, even some natural resources, livestock. We've been bringing people there over the last year and the community is growing. In these days I think there's safety in numbers. Don't you?"

The kid just flashed a grin, not answering that question. "So everyone here is packing up and going? Just like that?"

"Yes, why not? Five of the group have already left, and our trucks will be back in a couple hours to get the rest. Including?" the Sergeant paused as he noticed Connelly walking slowly from the back of the building, rubbing the back of his head.

"Soldier! Report," the Sergeant barked.

"Fucking Mr. America there clocked me," Connelly spit out. "God damn sucker punch too."

The Sergeant raised an eyebrow at the kid, for verification.

"Oh yeah," he nodded, "and I'd do it again."

Connelly spit out, "Fucking faggots. Big dude was ass banging the red head,"

"I see," the Sergeant got out through tight lips pursed in slowly brewing anger. "Homosexuals?" He turned his back on them as if dismissing their existence with the gesture.
"Homosexuals, and all of natures deviants, will not be a part of the compound."

"Wow, that's a crushing blow, you seem like such a fun guy," the kid countered.

"I'm sorry for your sickness, but your sort of abhorrent behavior is an abomination. It is a disease in the eyes of our lord and we are not going to try re-building our civilization, restoring humanity with that kind of perversion in the midst of the community."

"Really?," the kid chuckled, "the whole fucking planet has gone to hell, most everyone we know and love wiped out, and you're worried that God has some issue with homos? Are you kidding me? What sort of fucktard are you? In the scope of things that's what you're focused on? God took out nearly the entire population but still left some of us homos here so isn't that a sign, just maybe, that he didn't give a rat's ass about that?"

"Engaging in a conversation with you is pointless. You'll be left here, with that fellow deviant."

"You know I think I'm going to beat the Christmas rush and just start hating you now," the kid walked over to the nearest soldier pushing a dolly of boxed food and knocked it sideways. "You can leave that here, Bud needs to eat."

"YOU aren't giving the orders here Sodomite," the Sergeant snapped.

"Well, I don't know about that," the kids face went hard and he glared at the Sergeant. "I think maybe I am."

The Sergeant understood the challenge and felt a surge of adrenalin at the threat. He liked it when things got physical, and this faggot, who might actually put up a decent fight, was going to be fun to admonish. "The hell you are," he shouted. The hand-to-hand expert shot forward and grabbed the kids arm so quickly, and unexpectedly, that he used the kids own weight to throw him over his shoulder and sent him sprawling onto his back, hitting the concrete hard. The Sergeant snorted a superior little laugh and had the kids wrist and a shoulder in another fast hold pulling him up then using momentum to fling him through the air again, crashing into a stack of boxed food along the aisle.

The Sergeant looked over at his men watching and felt the rush of superiority any physical exertion brought him. Throwing the bodybuilder around so easily swelled his confidence and he started to unbutton his own shirt as he walked towards the kid on the floor. His hairy chest was thickly muscled and he threw it out with obvious pride, flinging his shirt to the ground behind him. He reached out both arms and with his fingers flapping inward towards himself he addressed the kid. "Bring it on junior. All that muscle and you ain't got shit queer boy."

The kid looked up from the floor, more in disbelief that he'd been caught off guard by this tool. He didn't have any fighting skills, like boxing or martial arts, but his sheer strength made the Sergeant's chances against him laughable. 'Time for a little fun,' he thought.

"Tell you what soldier boy," the kid began, "You beat me and?. no, wait, why the hell would I be making any kind of wager with an asshole like you. Here's how it's going to go. I'm going to beat the crap out of you now and then you and your boys can get the hell out of here. Yeah, there we go, I like that arrangement."

"In your dreams pansy." The Sergeant came at him, a flurry of hard striking blows making contact everywhere, but now, much to the Sergeants complete shock, they didn't do anything to the kid who simply absorbed the blows like they were nothing.

The kid even let the Sergeant have a second round, enjoying the look of disbelief that crept over the straining mans face, as it became clear how ineffectual his best strikes were against his rock hard body.

"Oh no, have mercy," the kid said in his best sarcastic dead pan tone, "I can't take any more. Oh stop." He rolled his eyes at the Sergeant and then his left hand shot out quickly and he grabbed one of the Sergeant's fists before it made contact. Now he let the vice like grip that served him so well with any zombie neck start to increase its pressure. The pain started slowly, the Sergeant feeling only the crushing power surrounding his hand growing quickly more intense. The pain grew exponentially and the Sergeant couldn't focus on anything else, no other counterattack or attempt at kicking or anything other than the searing agony coming from his crushed fist.

The kid started walking towards the front gate, leading the man along helplessly. The Sergeants other hand came up trying to pull the kids hand off, but only clawing helplessly at the steel-like forearm. The kid twisted the fist and the man lurched side to side pathetically, fighting the need to whimper in pain, embarrassed by the complete and utter humiliation the kid was inflicting.

"You like to fight dirty, huh Sarge? Jumping me out of the blue like that, what sort of a man are you? Afraid of a fair fight?," he squeezed a bit harder and the Sergeant dropped to one knee hunching forward, fighting the pain. "Not so cocky now are you soldier boy?"

The sound of a pistol cocked behind the kids head, and Connelly spoke, "Let him go."

The kid looked back over his shoulder and sized up the soldier. "Sure thing." He answered back with one last squeeze of the balled up fist he held, cracking bone with a resounding snap, followed by the Sergeant screaming out in agony. The sudden yell distracting enough for the kid to let fly a solid backhand blow that not only knocked Connelly unconscious for a second time but sent him backward through the air a good fifteen feet.

Bud, watching everything unfold, reacted quickly and snatched up the pistol Connelly dropped. He turned it on the other soldier who'd been pushing the dolly and now stood watching this whole exchange. The guy had yet to take his rifle off his back and Bud made sure that he didn't try now.

"Nice goin' there," the kid smiled at Bud and looked at the Sergeant down on the floor cradling his broken hand while scowling up at him with pure hatred. The kid walked over to the soldier with the rifle and slid it off him, then holding the weapon out in front of him for everyone to see, he reached up and bent the shaft of the steel barrel like a flexible drinking straw, and just as easily as if it too were made of hollow plastic. Every eye grew wide in utter astonishment and the kid tossed the useless rifle aside as garbage.

"Guns are for pussies," he stated simply and then for a moment he wondered where he'd heard that before. It had a familiar ring. Unable to retrieve the answer he addressed the soldier instead. "Why don't you pick up your glorious leader here and get him the fuck out of my sight, before I decide to really beat the shit out of him."

Following instructions the man helped the Sergeant up and cradling the broken hand guided him towards the front gate. "Don't think this is over fruitfly."

"Go back to your damn compound. Milk a goat, fuck a pig, do whatever it is you do out there just get away from me."

The two double timed it down the aisle.

"They can't go until their vehicle gets back," Bud pointed out.

The kid nodded, then thought about it, and made a quick decision. "They can wait outside." He bent over Connelly, scooping him up by the scruff of the neck like a wet dog and carrying him in front of him towards the gate, getting there and tossing him out the doorway. The soldier and the Sergeant followed, and the kid ushered the last remaining soldier out as well and gave them him best, widest, most insincere smile and closed the iron gate between them. "Good luck," he called through the iron gate, then banged his fist against the door a few times, making a nice loud noise, the kind that always seemed to attract the undead.

Bud looked at him and asked very seriously, "Is what you said about God? is that what you really think?"

"What I said?"

"Yeah, that maybe God doesn't think we're an abomination?"

"Let me guess. You raised a Mormon?"

Bud just bobbed his head up and down.

"And your family, they ok with the gay thing, or did they throw you out?," the kid asked hoping that wasn't the case.

"They don't know. Well, didn't know, they're all dead now, just my brother's left. But no, they wouldn't have been ok with any of it. Not then, not now."

"That sucks," the kid pulled Bud towards him. "But it's a new world now, whadda you say, starting now, let's make our own rules, and fuck everybody else if they don't like it."

Bud's serious face fought back a grin, but lost. "Yeah, what the hell."

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Sir saw a Hummer coming down the road in front of him and turned with a start. He couldn't remember seeing a vehicle of any kind in months, or, maybe It had been in weeks, he wasn't sure. But seeing one now he stood in the center of the road and started waving it down, anxious at who might be inside.

When it came to a stop the drivers door opened and a man dressed in an odd combination of pieced together military uniforms got out from the vehicle and hopped down beside it, hanging onto the open door as he spoke. "You alone?"

Sir thought it an odd question, but didn't hesitate to answer. "Yeah, just me. I've been alone for awhile now."

"Where you headed?"

"Well, no real plan on that," Sir responded. "But I'm glad to see some people. Very glad."

A rear door of the Hummer opened up and an older woman leaned out, standing on the running board. "I can't help but notice," she looked embarrassed and hesitated, "we just met a young man this morning, very boyish face, but a body, well he had a body just like you. Muscles all over, and covered in? well quite a mess. It's so odd to see two people like that in the same day. Do you have a son maybe? Could that be some relation?"

Sir just stared back at her, his face a complete blank.

"I guess not," she turned her head as if she'd said something wrong. "It just seemed so odd," her voice trailed off.

Sir's mind tried to recall a memory, something she was saying struck a nerve, but what. It was there, something he knew he should remember, but it didn't come to him.

"We're headed south, to join a group of people. Over a hundred," the driving soldier explained. "We could send someone back for you?"

Sir just looked puzzled.

The woman spoke again, "That's ridiculous, we can unload some of these boxes and take him now. Those damn zombies aren't going to bother with boxed food, they'll just ignore it. We can't leave him out here on the road, alone."

'Looks like he can take care of himself', the soldier thought to himself but couldn't argue the woman's reasoning. "Yeah sure, c'mon. We can take you."

Sir finally cleared his mind, and still not knowing why, he made a decision. "Thanks, but I think I'll try to find that boy. Maybe he's? I should probably? which way did you come from?"

The woman looked worried, Sir seemed to be a bit unsure, maybe unstable, but she told him. "Back along this rode straight to the highway, then maybe two miles north. We were camped out at the Sam's Club store on the edge of town. Big blue building, you can't miss it."

Sir just nodded and offered a little wave.

"You sure now?" the lady asked with genuine concern.

"No, not really," and Sir started walking.

[Londonboy]

Haven't even read it, but I wanted to tell you I'm very excited and happy to see the number "6" beside the title!

[mlbjock]

Originally Posted by Londonboy

Haven't even read it, but I wanted to tell you I'm very excited and happy to see the number "6" beside the title!

You should, London. I think you'll like it.

[tattcub]

still going strong....



good stuff

[Lucas88]

Still working for me! The loss of memory sure opens up some possibilities.

[Londonboy]

You were right, mlbjock, loved it and now I want more!

[iceman75]

Really interesting the way this is developing. Obviously we see parallels between Sir and the Kid, and the Kid and Bud, will be interesting to see if the same dynamic comes up in the relationship, will Bud tire of Kid protecting him and ask him how he got so strong and muscular? And what happens when Sir finds that Kid has pretty much equaled him, if not surpassed him when they meet? I'm very interested in seeing what happens next, great job!

[Yachirobi]

Uh oh. I see dark clouds ahead. Right overhead.

There was another story featuring zombies and muscle-growth. I wonder if this is becoming an homage to that tale...

[portamivia]

I'm all for "Sir and Kid take over an army". Yum!

[philat99]

Now both Sir and Kid have shortened memories. Looking forward to how that plays out. Also, if Bud does want to emulate Kid and succeeds at the process, maybe it only works with gays and gays will be the salvation of the world. I just knew it would come!!!!

[Lucas88]

Originally Posted by philat99

Now both Sir and Kid have shortened memories. Looking forward to how that plays out. Also, if Bud does want to emulate Kid and succeeds at the process, maybe it only works with gays and gays will be the salvation of the world. I just knew it would come!!!!

I love the way you think!

[thedman]

HOT for all the right reasons...just how much can you cram into one story: muscle growth, abundant sex, amnesia, military, military getting their comuppance, oh wow....sleep well, I will, hmmmm?