Life in an Apocalypse

Chapter 11

Warning: this chapter contains scenes NSFW. You have been warned.

Cynthia led me upstairs towards one of the rooms. The room had one bed and a desk; a rather empty room. My guess was that the room was stripped of its most valued items overtime by others who may have come around. Cynthia let go of my hand when we entered and I took the liberty of sitting on the bed waiting to hear what Cynthia had to talk to me about. She walked around the room for a little bit, taking in our surroundings. She eventually took a seat on the desk, looking over to me with... interesting eyes. Meaning, she was staring at me with an expression I couldn't read. 
    "Uh, Cynthia? Wh-what did you want to talk to me about? Alone," I questioned her nervously. To be quite honest, with Cynthia acting the way she was now, I felt that I had the right to be nervous. She was eyeing me down like a hawk hunting a mouse. And, to be frank, I did NOT like acting as the mouse right about now. She giggled in a way that chilled me. She was actually scaring me with how she was acting. What's worse was that she stayed quiet the entire time. She got off the desk and strutted towards me, eyes fixated on me with a sort of drunken look. 
    "Well, I just wanted to have some alone time with you, Zee. That's all," Cynthia finally replied to me in a tone I was unfamiliar with. Rather, I was having trouble wrapping my head around the fact that Cynthia was using a sultry tone with me. I knew that she and I had become rather close but I didn't think it was going to be to this extent. In my reverie of mixed emotions and thoughts, I failed to notice that Cynthia had managed to push me onto the bed and straddle my waist with her body. I snapped out of it when I noticed that she had started trailing fingers across my chest. 

    "U-um... H-hey Cynthia? Y-you sure y-you're alright?" I stuttered, nearly panicking. Cynthia just continued to smile at me. I didn't understand why, but I didn't push her off. Rather, I think I was actually beginning to enjoy it. GOD DAMMIT SHE"S NOT THAT TYPE OF PERSON SNAP OUT OF IT, my thoughts screamed at me. But in the position I was currently in; I had the god damn right to feel that way. And Cynthia looked like she was happy about that. I tried to get up, bracing my elbows against the bed and raised my upper body, but Cynthia refused to budge from her place. She laced her hands around my neck and started to inch closer to my face when all of a sudden we heard the door open. 
    "Hey Zee we gotta talk to -," Damien froze, staring at our... compromising position. Neither Cynthia nor I moved from how we were found. I guess it must have been something that could spur the imagination to go wild; the group's leader in a suggestive position with the newest member of the group interacting the way we were. I know Damien's imagination went somewhere inappropriate; his nose began to bleed as he kept staring at us. Profusely, I might add. 
    "Oh thank the heaven that bless me for what I see before me now," I heard Damien mutter under his breath. With that, his eyes rolled to the back of his head and he fainted with a thud. Cynthia and I just kept staring at Damien's unconscious body even while we heard the footsteps of Jack and Marge racing upstairs to investigate. I regained my senses first and tried to get up, but Cynthia continued to keep me pinned by my waist. 

    First Cynthia's gone sexual and now Damien's got so many dirty thoughts ringing through his head he fainted, I thought to myself, what the hell is going on here?! Jack finally made it to the room with Marge in tow and just stared at us in the same manner as Damien did. However, instead of passing out, Jack just ran straight out of the room, allowing Marge to see what all the commotion was about. She smiled in a sly fashion.
    "Well now. Didn't think you two would get along this well," she mused, nearly laughing. I just left my mouth agape at the series of events as Cynthia turned redder than a tomato. Marge burst out laughing, dragging Damien's body downstairs and closing the door behind her. 
    "Um... that wasn't planned, was it?" I spoke up to break our awkward silence. Cynthia looked back to me with her still-red face and shook her head. "Well then," I continued, "This must be awkward for you then?" She nodded in agreement, although she made no move to get off me anytime soon. This is getting really awkward really quick, I noted mentally. I finally had enough, wanting to get up from my "position." Instinctively, I grabbed Cynthia by her butt and hoisted her up. She yelped at the sudden movement, and hugged my face close to her chest from fear of falling. Which ended up being an even more suggestive position when the door opened up again. 
    "God dammit can't you guys keep it in your pants?!" Jack yelled in frustration before slamming the door again. I couldn't quite she how he looked but I know it resulted in Cynthia feeling more embarrassed than she already was as she continued to hug me tighter to her chest. It was getting extremely hard for me to breathe at this point, and I guess Cynthia realized that at the same time I did, loosening her hug to just keeping her hands around my neck to allow me a few gulps of precious air to enter my lungs.
    "Oh my goodness are you alright?!" she cried out in concern. I was struggling to get my breath back, but I did manage to nod in reply. She breathed out a sigh of relief, leaning her head onto mine. After finally coming back to my senses I placed her down onto the bed and sat down at the desk, already exhausted for the evening.
    
    "Cynthia, can you tell me what's going on?" I asked, "This has just been a weird day for the both of us so I would at least like to know what it was you wanted to talk to me about." Cynthia gulped loudly, staring downwards in her guilt. I wasn't sure I was recovered from that little... incident, but I was still open to what Cynthia may have had to say. She looked up at me with sad eyes.
    "I'm so sorry Zee," she began, "I have no idea what I was thinking when I did that. I didn't mean to, I swear." I listened intently as she went on to try and explain how she was feeling. It started when we entered an alleyway earlier in the day and found a syringe with a clear liquid inside. While we were there we were ambushed on both sides of the alleyway by two separate hordes of reams, forcing me to defend Cynthia since she wasn't equipped with a weapon of her own. I managed to hold them off long enough for Jack and Damien to arrive, but I accidentally bumped into Cynthia and managed to stick the needle into her arm, releasing the liquid into her system. We didn't really think of it at the time since we were concerned about getting away from the two hordes, but it made her feel weird. According to her, she felt as if she were in a living dream, where her fantasies seemed real and reality seemed to be like a dream. I listened, albeit feeling awkward throughout the whole explanation, but it did make some sense as to why Cynthia did what she did. The effects of the liquid must have worn off at the time that Jack walked in on the two of us the second time. 

    After a few minutes of me consoling her and telling her that I forgave her for the entire situation, we headed back downstairs to meet with the rest of my group. Damien was still unconscious although he wasn't bleeding anymore, Jack refused to look at either of us, and Marge wore a smug grin on her face as she watched Cynthia take a seat between me and herself. Marge whispered something to Cynthia that I couldn't catch, but I didn't think too highly of it since Cynthia turned beet red afterwards. 
    "Anyway, Marge, you and the guys needed to talk to me?" I attempted to break the silence. Jack cleared his throat while probably trying to clear his mind when he spoke. "We were just wondering about what to do tomorrow and the three of us couldn't really decide. We were wondering if you had any ideas but I guess you were already... occupied," Jack struggled to sound calm. I face-palmed loudly, cringing at the memory. I am never going to live this down for awhile I guess, I noted miserably. Cynthia seemed to be thinking the same thing, blushing madly while forcing herself to look down. Marge gave a heart laugh. "Come on there still young. You didn't expect there to be something sparking between young adults?" Marge said jokingly, earning a solid slap from Cynthia. Jack groaned in displeasure as I became a bit defensive.
    "Come on now Marge. That was a misunderstanding," I stated my case, "Cynthia was affected by some unknown syringe and that happened to be what caused everything to happen." Cynthia nodded feverishly as I tried to clarify what had happened.
    "Sure, sure, you go ahead and believe that kiddos," Marge wasn't buying it. And that's how we spent our evening before sleeping; me trying to convince Marge and Jack (along with Damien, once he came to) while they continued to think that I was making up an excuse for a "scandalous relationship with the beautiful Cynthia," as they quoted. Finally, when we felt it was time we rested for the night, I gave up trying to explain and just accepted my fate. 

A/N: Now, I don't know about you, but if someone extremely hot were to do that to me, I'd enjoy it while it lasts. Oh who am I kidding; I'm too clean irl when it comes to sudden intimacy like that.