Raiding.. Your Pants (Viv)

[CHARLIE DEREK HANSON]

What was this? His fourth or fifth raid in the last 6 months? He was growing bored with this nonsense. Why didn't they just hall butt to Washington pick up some tanks and go raid to last a whole year? He didn't know but he wasn't going to worry about it too much. It was fun to go raiding, he got to shoot whatever got in his way, so usually he was happiest on raids. He liked the thrill of danger and the fact he got to go on raids with sexy ladies he gets to protect. He wasn't really one to impress a girl, he didn't waste his time. If they wanted him he was willing to give them a try. He just didn't stick around to see their satisfied smile in the morning. Charlie had to be smart about whose pants he was going to raid in Mater. It wasn't like he could just leave so he was going to have to behave himself for as long as he could; which wouldn't be long. Just now, thinking about it was making him overly excited to get the hell out of the boundaries and kick some ass and raid.

Since the inmates came around though a lot of the people were going missing and that meant a lot of the rangers. He could handle himself but he wasn't going to be that stupid and say he could last on his own out there on a raid. He had plenty of ammo and guns but he didn't like the idea of going out there and battling alone. So today he figured that he was going to get stuck with some other testosterone filled junkie. To his surprise and delight he got stuck with Vivien, the spunky chick who liked to bang just as much as he did; or so he heard. He couldn't be too sure about anything anyone said since they usually set him up. He figured since it'd only be the two of them he could have some fun and flirt with her. He didn't mind being rejected though, it'd wouldn't matter much to him. At some point the women of Mater were going to get lonely and want some company underneath the sheets, that's when Charlie would be able to fill in the slots. Charlie was a warm guy, you wouldn't need any sheets at all. Vivien was a lucky girl to be going on raid with him, he was keen and sharp with his eyesight and his reflexes. After he quit his modeling he did a bit of street fighting as a sort of hobby.

Charlie leaned against his red old Chevy Chevelle SS 396. It was all spiffy and fixed up, like the cherry red paint hadn't been touched in its life. He kept this car nice and dandy. It wasn't his baby though, it was just something special he kept nice because his parents gave it to him. The secret was he loved his parents, they were his best friends and the people who cares most about him. He ran a hand through his sandy blond hair before looking around. He was waiting for her in a small square right outside the busier part of the small town. Charlie didn't want to take his car so he decided that he'd leave his Chevy here and take the jeep. It was already over here so he figured Viv wouldn't mind. He wasn't really close with the residents here even though he'd been here for a year, but he'd warm up at some point. He looked around and realized how early it must have been. It was best to leave in the morning to get back by dusk. He didn't always enjoy being out at night, just because he didn't want to be the one getting bitten because one zombie was lurking in the shadows.

He watched the fog roll over the ground and swirl slightly around the grass. Charlie checked his watch and shook his head, only seven. He started to check over his double barrel shotgun. He started to mess with it and started to aim like he was going to shoot but he just did some silly hand tricks with it. He then strapped it back around his shoulder and picked out the cigarette pack out of his back pocket and lit himself a cigarette. He stood proudly against his car and smoked like there wasn't a care in the world. He blamed smoking on a semi-bad past. He looked like a model getting ready for an 80's photo shoot, without the slicked back hair and the big greaser jacket. Charlie muttered under his breath about her being slow and how they were never going to make it back before dark if she didn't hurry. He flicked the cigarette and took another drag, watching the smoke curl into the air.

[VIVIEN ALLEGRA VAN MARTER]

and when she's pressed

she will undress

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Raiding was getting old. The frequent disappearance of rangers meant the few ones left had to exert extra effort to make up for lost hands, which just pretty much translates to less leisure time for Viv. The only reason she even went on raids was so she wouldn't have to stick around Mater forced into awkward social situations. If only she could have Semper tag along! Oh, but the sheriffs wouldn't allow anyone not on the list. Meh. Even in a goddamn zombie apocalypse people come up with makeshift rules to strangle themselves with.

The rangers were to be paired up that day for another raid. She didn't bother checking the list, and meant to simply drive to where she was supposed to meet her raid buddy. How typically grade school. She didn't see why this was necessary, considering how it was more efficient to be going in and out with just one body to worry about. But there was no use arguing; almost every movement felt like a chore these days. Not to mention constantly waking up on the wrong side of the bed. It was getting awfully lonely sleeping by herself. It wasn't exactly in her best interests as a lady to be shagging every moving body in such a small town. She was losing her touch and her interest both.

Lazily, she crawled out of bed and stared at the floor for a good while, not minding the time. The poor soul could very well wait all day. Perhaps she could call in sick. But then the others would definitely go bonkers with paranoia and have some loony pester her to seek medical assistance in the clinic, or worse, tail her around the house to make sure she doesn't turn into a flesh-eating monster. People are full of shit. Ah, well. No choice. She realized she needed new books, anyway.

With a groan she took a quick shower and stalked back into the room with only a towel on, wary at the sight of her thinning pile of clothes. Not like she can ask somebody to do her laundry. That would be splendid if she could. Being in a particularly hazy state of mind made picking a dress much more cumbersome. Normally, she'd just grab and go, but she hasn't been feeling particularly spiffy lately and the thought of possibly sharing her truck with some shithead was ticking her off. For a good half hour she rummaged through her luggage and found a nice red dress. It just might lighten her mood. Giving herself one final look in the mirror, she grabbed her keys and headed out.

It was still pretty dark. A little past 6 the last time she checked. Viv hugged herself as the fog rolled in. She blew into her hand and gave them a good shake to warm them up a bit. The icy keys nipped at her fingers and she imagined she need not bring her Ford Ranger all the way out of Mater. Maybe. Depends if her partner had his (or her) own ride. With a sigh she jumped onto the driver's seat and made her way to the square. A few crowds have already gathered, the other cars and motorcycles just started driving off when she reached the place. Her lucky companion for the day would be one of the bums still taking their sweet time, but she had no way of knowing for sure. She took a few turns to scan the crowd, not bothering to greet those she passed by. Not long she spotted a good looking fox beside a screaming scarlet Chevy, and hoped to god she's found her partner.

Rolling her windows down, she flung up from her seat and leaned out, tucking her hair behind her ear as she regarded the man from head to toe. "Good morning, good lookin'. Waiting for me?"

and then she's boxing clever

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[CHARLIE DEREK HANSON]

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SHE LOVES THE WAY THAT I TEASE, I LOVE THE WAY THAT SHE BREATHES. I TOUCHED HER OOH, SHE TOUCHED MY AHH. IT WAS THE CRAZIEST THING. I LOVE THE GIRLS WHO HATE TO LOVE, BECAUSE THEY'RE JUST LIKE ME - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

He dragged a coffin everywhere he went, just in case. He could never be too sure of where he would drop dead. Too bad coffins weren’t foldable because if he went down he wished he could at least be honored. Nah, it was okay because if it was because of a zombie he wouldn’t be sleeping much; unless someone shot him. It was perfectly fine though, he wouldn’t mind it too much. There wasn’t much to do in the world now anyways; they didn’t even have phones anymore. They had to rely on damn pigeons which aren’t very fast. Anyways, it didn’t matter it wasn’t like Charlie wasted his time sending girls invites to his bed; they were welcome any time and they should know that be now.

Charlie didn’t like going alone but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t or couldn’t. It was perfectly fine with him to be out there by himself, he just preferred not to be, that is if his partner was a girl, if it was a guy it was boring and completely pointless. He liked his solitude most of the time and he got used to caring for himself. However if he was going on a raid with a partner and he returned by himself it was just another person who couldn’t keep up. This was survival of the fittest wasn’t it? He didn’t believe in rescuing people unless there was truly a good reason. He had a soft spot for some little tykes… Sometimes. He didn’t necessarily believe there were many out there anymore but it didn’t matter, he might as well save it so it can at least see what its world has become. However it wasn’t like they really deserved to grow up like this. It would be a slaving chore everyday for the kid to wake up and that’s why Charlie used protection with the pretty little ladies of Mater.

Charlie’s internal clock was going off; telling him that it was way too late to leave now. Charlie rolled his eyes stared at the sky and watched how the blue and orange blended together like a blueberry and orange smoothie. He was less interested it that fact though by the clouds of different shapes. He didn’t like when he had time to think, it wasn’t ideal to be able to think. He didn’t like to remember things and therefore he was unhappy that he was standing here now. Calming himself with a cigarette, and waiting silently. That was useless if she was going to get here an hour after he finished it. He wished he had a cherry cigar or something to at least stave him off.

He let out a puff of smoke and flicked the cigarette again and watched the end of it fall away to the ground as ash. He watched the embers flicker out slowly and he almost wished he’d be aware of everything that had been going on. Everyone else was pulling out to go out on the raid to their designated places and he was standing there by this car. He was more unfortunate to be caught off guard by the girl who had finally showed up. The one he had heard so many good things about. He took a drag of his cigarette, tilting his head up he peaked through the dark eyelashes veiling his sapphire eyes. He noted the red dress and he wondered what she’d look like without it. He was a fan of red, but in reality he was probably more of a fan of flesh than even zombies were, but he liked to touch it instead of devouring it. He was a natural pleasure of the human body.

Charlie looked back down at the ground and gave a satisfied smirk to himself and he sort of gave a half smile when he looked up again. He ran a hand through his hair and glanced over her, not afraid to look at all. She was staring at him, wasn’t she? He imagined so, it was hard not to. He was a sexy guy; he wasn’t going to hide that. He checked out her Ford Ranger while she crossed the distance between them. He tucked a hand in his pocket and let the other hold steady in front of his mouth, the Marlboro angled in his index and his middle, but his hand was relaxed. The voice that came from her lips complimented her body well and he smirked at her. So she was as witty as they say. He wasn’t going to dismiss those words as nothing, he would take it in consideration as a pick-up starter and he’d play along with it because he’d never pass that up. He took one more drag, made a curt nod and flicked the cigarette to the ground and let his white vans smash the cigarette into the earth putting it out. He leaned forward tucking both his hands in his back pocket and breathed out smoke.

” Good morning, little lady, this just might be the first time I’ve committed one of the seven sins this early in the morning,” His voice was low and feral, he looked over her and he gave a half smile. He continued,” It’s never too early to want something though. Yeah, you fit the description, overall fox.” He didn’t bother to wink or anything but he grabbed the keys to the jeep and gestured his head toward the jeep. He said,” Come on, doll face. We can make ourselves comfortable in the jeep. It’s pretty cozy in there.” Before he knew it, he was walking toward the jeep that was ahead of his fancy car. He more than halfway there before he called over his shoulder,” You coming or what?” He chuckled and swung open the door to the jeep.

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