A Home in a Lost World

Chapter 2

Luke

I grinned like an idiot seeing my little brother trying to help Amelia carry the bags full of supplies, only to get a sassy remark which left him frowning and her smirking.

She is amazing. It's not everyday you see a small young lady bumping chests with a big muscular man. Moreover, when she winked at me after making North agree with us getting sugary stuff, I won't deny that my pants began to tighten a little.

She was so sexy dominating my lil' bro and then winking at me with those cat like eyes, they were like ambers that shined and could see your deepest secrets. Moreover, it's not just me who is like this, I think my brother had the same problem down there when she used her sexy as hell Spanish accent and words.

It made me curious the first time she talked to us, because I couldn't discern where the light accent came from. However, now I just wanted her talking like that all the time, even if I didn't understand Spanish, her voice was as sweet as chocolate and I'm addicted to it now.

We quietly finished the packing and went to the front door, but before I could open it, a small hand gripped my wrist. Surprisingly, it wasn't soft, but had calluses which showed how much she worked out. I looked at Amelia and she put the bags down and motioned for me to crouch down for her to climb on me? I didn't understand why but complied. You just couldn't say no to those demanding eyes.

Uncle and North watched us curiously as she climbed on my back and reached for the bell on the door, which only now I remembered that it was there. However, I froze a second after, when I felt her thighs squirm by my sides and her bountiful breasts graze my head. No Luke, don't go there, there're fucking zombies out there, don't you dare get a boner now.

She cut the bell for it to not ring when we passed, and slipped off of my back. She was really observant of the details.

Slowly Amelia opened the door, peaking outside a little than coming back and saying for us to wait, before slipping outside alone. I looked at where she was just a minute ago and only then I understood what she was doing. She didn't just left us here to clear the area, did she?!

My heart tightened thinking about all the things that could happen to her and I quickly reached the door as the other two behind me got over themselves and began to make a move too. But when I opened the door, what I saw was a death god quietly dancing by corps and the walking dead.

She walked with the darkness, she and it together as one and only soul. Her raven hair danced by the moonlight as she creeped closer to one of those things just like a ninja. I may be in love right now...

Without an ounce of hesitation, she inserted her kitchen knife in their brain, and then put it out, cleaning the gore on the clothes of her victim.

Seeing her come back, I have to agree with North about calling her a cat. She is feisty, fast, nimble, she is a primal hunter and those eyes can eat you alive.

Amelia was frowning when she saw us three standing by the door flabbergasted. "Why are you chumps out here when I especially said to you stay still?" She whispered with narrowed eyes. After she dragged us to a hidden corner, where the lights didn't reach, she looked at us waiting for a reply.

"Brat, firstly, we will talk about those skills of yours later." Uncle began because it seemed that the cat got North's and mine tongues. But when he talked about her amazing abilities, she scowled and looked down with an adorable annoyed pout. It seems that someone here doesn't like talking about herself. "Secondly, we were worried sick! You can't just turn around and g-"

While uncle was whisper yelling, Amelia just put a hand on his mouth shushing him. "Old man are you fucking crazy? There will be more creepers coming here if you continue with your whisper wannabe voice okay?" I have to muffle my laugh hearing that. I think she is one of the few people who can talk back to Uncle like that. "Now where's your friend Bryan, Bree, or something like that?"