Age of zombies

[54] First day of work (part 1)

After nearly three weeks of sleeping on cold, hard ground, the bed felt like heaven. Sure, the couple in the room next to us was going at it all night, loud as hell, but I was so exhausted that it barely fazed me. The mattress cradled me, and the sheets were clean, soft. I hadn't realized how much I missed feeling like a human being until I sunk into that bed. For the first time in weeks, I slept like a rock, dead to the world. The next morning, I woke up with a clear head, well-rested, and feeling almost... normal. It was a rare feeling in this world we were living in now, where survival was day-to-day and everything else was a distant memory. After grabbing a quick breakfast with the group, we headed out to our respective jobs. I'd been assigned to the mental wellness center, something I wasn't exactly thrilled about, but hey, work was work. The mental wellness center was in an old, repurposed building, clean enough, but with that clinical smell that made you feel like you were in a doctor's office. I walked in and reported to the front desk, and after waiting for a few minutes, I was told to head back to Dr. Applelove's office. The name had caught me off guard. 

Applelove? Seriously?

I thought it had to be some kind of joke, but then again, people had all sorts of weird names these days. When I stepped into her office, I was greeted by a tall woman, probably in her mid-40s, sitting behind a neatly organized desk. She had brown skin, smooth and flawless, and long wavy black hair that fell over her shoulders, framing her face perfectly. She wore a white lab coat, but underneath, I could tell she was curvy as hell, her huge melons pressing against the fabric of her shirt in a way that was hard to ignore. Her legs, bare and smooth, were crossed casually under the desk, and she had that whole "hot professional MILF" vibe going on. I could feel my pulse quicken just looking at her. She gave me a warm smile, her lips curved in a way that made my thoughts drift. Her voice was smooth, with a playful undertone that had no business being as sexy as it was. 

"Good morning, Jake," she said, her tone comforting but with that teasing edge. "I'm Dr. Applelove, the head counselor here. It's nice to finally meet you." 

"Uh, yeah, you too," I muttered, feeling like an idiot already. I tried to focus on her words, but my eyes kept drifting to her. I couldn't help it. She was distracting, to say the least. She gestured for me to sit, and as I settled into the chair opposite her, she crossed her legs the other way, the movement drawing my eyes to her smooth, bare thighs. The lab coat parted just enough for me to catch a glimpse of her skin, and damn, I was trying really hard to focus on anything but that. 

"So," she started, leaning back in her chair slightly, "let's go over the basics of your job here. You'll be assisting with various tasks—helping patients, organizing sessions, and sometimes sitting in during counseling to observe. We're really focused on providing mental support for survivors, so you'll see a wide range of cases—PTSD, anxiety, grief. It's going to be a lot to take in, but don't worry, you'll get the hang of it." 

Her voice was like a smooth melody, each word flowing effortlessly, but I was struggling to focus. My mind kept wandering to the way her blouse hugged her figure, the curve of her breasts catching my eye. I shifted uncomfortably in my chair, trying to hide the fact that I was getting hard. It was impossible not to react to her. She was just too damn sexy. I crossed my legs, hoping it would help cover up the obvious bulge in my pants, but I had a feeling she noticed. Her eyes flicked down for a split second before she smiled, her expression turning just a bit mischievous. 

"You okay, Jake?" she asked, her voice laced with amusement. I cleared my throat, feeling my face heat up. 

"Uh, yeah. I'm fine," I lied, trying to keep my cool. 

She chuckled softly, leaning forward slightly. "Don't worry, happens all the time. You wouldn't believe how many guys come in here and get a little... distracted. Must be something about the atmosphere, huh?"