When She Rescues You, You Pay the Price

Six months after the zombie uprising, someone yelled for help. Pulling my gun, I approached him, laying behind the church with a broken leg, covered in blood.

Gavin. I loved him all through high school. He gave me shit all the time, but I didn’t care.

“Dee.”

“Were you bit?”

“No, I got caught in the trap.”

I never expected to catch Gavin as it was for gut-munchers. I released the trap and helped him up.

“I owe you,” he said

I healed him then I kept him as my own, my slave, chained in my bedroom, for my pleasure.